Wonderbolts Vacation

"Hey! Hey Fleetfoot! Come check this out!" Night Glider called from the upstairs bedroom.

"What?" Fleetfoot said, still towelling off after her turn in the shower. "By the way, that human was right. Those showers are something."

"Check this out!" Night Glider said, her hooves up on the windowsill as she looked out. Fleetfoot reared up beside her as she tried to see what had Night Glider so worked up.

The view outside the second story bedroom was stunning, offering a full view of the beach, the sparkling ocean, and some islands in the distance. The sunsets from this room would truly be a sight to behold. But the mares weren't paying much attention to the panorama. From the window, they had a full view of the pool and hot tub outside, nothing obscuring the sight of Josh bending Spitfire over the edge of the pool, fucking her as she moaned beneath him.

"Sweet Celestia," Fleetfoot said with a grin.

"She looks like she's really enjoying it. Humans must be something," Night Glider said, the first flush of arousal already crossing her cheeks.

"I can't wait for him to pound me like that," Fleetfoot agreed.

"Ohh, Celestia," Night Glider moaned. She could hardly stop herself from stroking her swollen lips, her juices already starting to drip down her hoof.

"You've got no shame, huh?" Fleetfoot said as she witnessed her subordinate pleasuring herself.

"Looks like you're no better," Night Glider retorted. Her tail had raised instinctively, revealing a winking, dripping marehood.

"Yeah, but senior Wonderbolts don't have to masturbate," Fleetfoot said with a cocky grin.

"What do you mean?" Night Glider asked naively.

"Start licking rookie."

Night Glider's ears twitched with excitement as she slid around behind Fleetfoot. Orders like this are what made joining the Wonderbolts so much fun in the first place. Crouching down, her own hoof still rubbing her engorged slit, Night Glider dove into Fleetfoot's wet pussy, her tongue lavishing every inch of it.

"Ohhh, yeah, rookie. Get in there nice and deep," Fleetfoot moaned. Night Glider's eager tongue slid along her sensitive flesh in hot waves, and as she watched her captain receive the ass-fucking of a lifetime from that human, she couldn't help but imagine what his tongue would feel like on her, that chiseled chin and his hot breath. And oh, those fingers...

Which reminded her. "I only feel one hoof on my ass, rookie. You better not be touching yourself."

With a whimper, Night Glider removed her slick hoof and placed it on Fleetfoot's toned hindquarters. "Fine, but let me know if he's about to cum."

"Sure, sure." Fleetfoot shoved her flanks back as Night Glider dove in, her tongue circling Fleetfoot's clit as her hooves massaged the muscles of her ass. "Yeah, that's how it's done."

Night Glider may have lacked precision and finesse when it came to eating out, but she more than made up for it in vigor. Her tongue lashed over every inch of Fleetfoot's pussy, collecting every droplet of juice that issued from her pink slot, her lips nibbling at Fleetfoot's lips like they were a hot meal, earning every moan from her superior.

"Fuck," Fleetfoot huffed. Her orgasm was quickly building, and Night Glider knew it. The younger pegasi buckled down, using her lips to squeeze and tease Fleetfoot's button, her tongue circling it wildly. She was almost more eager for Fleetfoot to cum than Fleetfoot was. Maybe once she did, Fleetfoot would return the favor to Night Glider's own burning, dripping nethers, aching for any kind of stimulation. As Night Glider threw herself at the twitching marehood before her, Fleetfoot's breaths were coming quicker and quicker, a moan slowly building in her throat, transforming into an ecstatic scream.

"Fuck!" With her legs spasming and her pussy winking rapidly, Fleetfoot came. Wetness streamed from her with every contraction, coating Night Glider's face with mare juices as she tried her best to lap up her reward, her tongue still working Fleetfoot's wet lips and clit until she couldn't take any more.

"Ho- hold on," Fleetfoot said, trying to catch her breath. "I think he's about to cum."

"Really?" Night Glider was back up on the windowsill, both mares making puddles beneath them as they watched the show from their vantage point above.

Sure enough, Spitfire was riding Josh as the two let out primal moans of pleasure. Even if they couldn't see any fluids from where they were, they could hear plenty.

"The captain really took charge of that," Night Glider said.

"Of course she did. Captain's tough." Spitfire had given Fleetfoot an idea, and she dismounted the windowsill to fish under the bed.

Night Glider hardly noticed. "It looked like she really enjoyed it."

"I know. He's gonna be a good lay."

After staring at the resting couple for a while longer, Night Glider heard some rummaging behind her. "Hey, whatcha doing?" She turned to see Fleetfoot's back

Fleetfoot turned around to reveal a big, black, rubber strapon fixed to her girdle and a bottle of lube in her teeth. The size was generous, even for a stallion, and the way the sun glinted off its surface was wicked. "Was gonna surprise Spitfire with this," Fleetfoot said. "But I think you've earned it."

"Ohh, thank Celestia," Night Glider said, more than ready to finally get some release.

"Ah-ah. You're going to be a Wonderbolt, and Wonderbolts take it in the ass." Fleetfoot bent her head to squeeze a dollop out onto the head. "Bend over."

"Aye aye!" she said, positioning herself over the bed and lifting her tail. Fleetfoot had to smile at how excited she was, but when she spotted just how dripping wet Night glider was, she knew she was ready to accept anything. "You think that's bigger than Soarin?" Night Glider asked.

"You tell me." Without any further warning, Fleetfoot mounted, grabbing Night Glider's mane in her teeth as she prodded her subordinate's asshole with the rubber head. Letting the lubricant do its work, Fleetfoot slowly worked the head until it entered Night Glider with a pop.

"Ah!" she squeaked as she felt her rear start to fill. Fleetfoot pressed her hips forward, feeling the slight vibrations of Night Glider's tight ring accepting her big cock. Night Glider breathed out as the inches sank into her, relaxing and allowing them in until Fleetfoot hilted, the pressure of reaching the base against her own clit heavenly.

"Ooh," Fleetfoot cooed. "This is gonna be good."

"You're going to go easy on me, right?" Night Glider asked.

"I thought you were a Wonderbolt, Night Glider. Are you telling me you can't take a little dick in your ass?" Fleetfoot said, using a bit of her drill sergeant voice.

"I can take it!" Night Glider said defiantly.

"Good." Without hesitation, Fleetfoot began to pound her subordinate.

"Ohhh," Night Glider moaned, her entire body rocking on the bed with every thrust. "That is bigger than Soarin."

"Shit, this dick isn't even real and I can feel how tight you are," Fleetfoot teased with a nip of Night Glider's ear. "Ahhh yeah, that's good." Every rough buck into Night Glider's fit little bottom sent the base of the strapon straight into her clit, and already her juices were starting to drip down her thighs.

Night Glider's own juices were coming plentifully as well, the thick cock in her ass nailing all the sweet spots that made her writhe in pleasure. "Sweet Celestia, Fleetfoot, you fuck like a stallion!"

"Yeah, and I'll bet they like humping your tight little ass as much as I do, don't they you little slut?"

Fleetfoot's dirty talk was starting to get to Night Glider. Her breath was coming heavy, every pant becoming a ragged moan. "Fleetfoot," she groaned.

"Gonna cum already?" she teased, giving Night Glider a rougher bite on the neck as she really started to lay into her. "We need to get you some endurance training, cadet."

Night Glider could hardly respond. She was throwing her flanks back, willingly pounding herself against Fleetfoot's rubber length, doing anything she could to bring about the release she could nearly taste. The mares' juices dripped heavily between them as Night Glider's voice rose higher and higher. Every buck made a wet plop as Fleetfoot's hips connected with Night Glider's flanks, and every drive into Night Glider's raised ass forced a moan and a shiver out of her. When it was time to go for the kill, Fleetfoot bit down on Night Glider's mane and yanked up, like a big stallion might when breeding a mare.

"Ahhh, Celestia!" Night Glider screamed over the rocking bed as Fleetfoot continued to fuck her, hearing the sounds of her marehood splattering on the floor below. The orgasmic cry alone was satisfaction to Fleetfoot's ears, but her own marehood's burning would not be quenched so easily.

"Fleetfoot, that was..." Night Glider finally managed to say, her voice shaky in her dazed state of recovery.

"Oh, I'm not done yet," she answered menacingly. "Turn over."

With an ever-eager grin on her face, Night Glider hopped onto the bed and rolled onto her back. Not waiting for a command, knowing Fleetfoot would get what she wanted, Night Glider spread her hooves, exposing her dripping slit and firm butthole for Fleetfoot's thick rubber cock.

"Is this my endurance training?" Night Glider teased.

But Fleetfoot hungered for her own pleasure. "Sure, rookie," was all she said. Rearing up again, taking Night Glider's rear hooves in her own forehooves for support and control over her subordinate, Fleetfoot thrust forward and began to sink herself back into that tight little rump.

"Ohhh, fuck," Night Glider moaned again. Her voice was unrestrained, her entire body now at Fleetfoot's mercy. And Fleetfoot took every advantage she was given. She pulled Night Glider's ass toward her as her hips slammed forward, burying her big dick into Night Glider as hard as she could. Not only was thrusting slightly upward doing wonders for Fleetfoot's winking clit, but seeing all of Night Glider's young, lithe body splayed out before her, so readily accepting every inch Fleetfoot could put into her was bringing a whole new level of arousal to Fleetfoot. Her nethers dripping heavily from behind the rubber flesh, her thighs soaked as the droplets were flung to the floor with every buck.

After her orgasm, Night Glider was quite the messy mare as well. Fleetfoot had full view of her pussy, and could see every wink, every strand of sticky marecum coating her engorged lips as they responded to the rough fucking Night Glider's ass was receiving. This was what Fleetfoot loved to see; her fellow mares at her whim, a queen among queens, collapsing into puddles of lust before her power and skill. Fleetfoot didn't want to just take charge of Night Glider; she wanted to rock her world in an unforgettable way.

"Oh, you're loving this, aren't you?" Fleetfoot teased, leaning down to let a few kisses roam over Night Glider's chest and neck as her hooves rubbed Night Glider's slick pussy beneath.

"Fleetfoot, please," Night Glider gasped.

Now she was speaking Fleetfoot's language. "Please, what, rookie?"

"Please, fuck me!"

Fleetfoot's hoof was massaging Night Glider's clit in rapid circles, bringing about new wetness that dripped down her thighs and butt, meeting the base of Fleetfoot's cock as it pounded the tight little rump before it. Ever motion was brought a moan or spasm of pleasure to Night Glider, and Fleetfoot knew she had her exactly where she wanted her. "You want it harder?"

"Yes! Please fuck me harder!" Night Glider begged. Fleetfoot didn't even have to ask.

She only grinned, slowly increasing her pace with a new, lustful fire burning in her. "Is that any way to address a superior officer?"

"Please fuck me harder, ma'am!" Night Glider begged again, even throwing up her hoof in a salute as she moaned and tossed again.

It was exactly what Fleetfoot wanted to hear. "You're gonna be one of my favorite recruits, aren't you?" Already she was leaning forward, throwing her entire weight into every thrust, Night Glider's entire body rocking as Fleetfoot pushed her butt to its limits, stretching quickly around every thick inch of rubber stallion meat.

And even as her own orgasm loomed quickly, Night Glider knew that her legs were spread for Fleetfoot's pleasure. "Yes ma'am. Please fuck my ass, ma'am!" she said, even adopting the same tone she might use in training.

Yet the acknowledgement of rank only spurred Fleetfoot to fuck her subordinate harder. No more words could be said as Night Glider was reduced to moans and spasms, her ass being brutally stuffed to its limit with Fleetfoot's huge dick. Their juices flowed readily, and with every thrust, Fleetfoot could feel the pressure growing in her, that heavenly pleasure beginning to mount in her loins and spread into her belly, as long as she could just keep thrusting for a moment or two longer.

"Ahhh," Fleetfoot growled. The pace picked up, the bed creaking and rocking heavily. "Arghh," she growled again, her hips ramming the strapon into Night Glider as hard as she could, her subordinate moaning loud. Fleetfoot's marehood winked madly, the fire starting to spread. Her thrusting took off. She was cumming.

"Arrgh!" the two screamed in unison, Fleetfoot's a rough grunt and Night Glider's a helpless moan, the two lost to pleasure as Fleetfoot's marehood released it's sticky moisture all over the base of the strapon, her legs, and the ground below in a ferocious orgasm. Night Glider herself continued to moan and writhe, this new position causing her marecum to flow all over Fleetfoot's lower belly and the cock that was taking her before staining her own stomach and the previously clean bedsheets.

When it was over, Fleetfoot could only collapse on top of Night Glider. For a moment, Night Glider was happy to feel the thrusting stop, the rubber dick still inside her rump, as she could enjoy the full feeling without having so much yanked out of her so quickly.

"Holy shit," was all Night Glider could say.

"You did good, rookie," Fleetfoot said.

The two exchanged hot, tired kisses, letting their pleasure leave them slowly, savoring the moment as it winded down. Fleetfoot hopped on the bed, quickly removing the strapon as she splayed herself out. Night Glider rested her head on her stomach. "You really know how to please a mare," she complimented.

"Thanks. I was hoping to do that to Spitfire, but she's usually so stubborn. It's not as fun topping her. But you... Luna..." Closing her eyes, she laid her hoof on the back of Night Glider's head with an affectionate rub before pressing downward, bringing Night Glider's muzzle to her soaked lips. Night Glider began to lick again, slowly, knowing it was just a cooldown lap.

"Ahhh," Fleetfoot sighed. "As much fun as it is, though, I think it's better bottoming when you've got the right guy. Nothing like a real stallion stuffing your ass to make a mare wet." There was a moment of silence as Night Glider lapped at Fleetfoot, the older mare groaning lightly. "I think that human's a lot more wild than he looks. It's gonna be hard to stay off of him."

Night Glider lifted her head from Fleetfoot's nethers to ask, "What are you going to do with him?"

Fleetfoot gave an annoyed look. "We have a whole month with him all to ourselves. I think the better question is, 'what aren't we going to do with him?'" With another push, she forced Night Glider back down to her marehood, sighing again when she felt her hot tongue on her folds.

"Now this is what I call a vacation."