Wonderbolts Vacation

"Ohhh. Mmm," Josh groaned. Before he was even fully conscious, let alone before he opened his eyes that morning, Josh could felt a warm, wet mouth slurping on his morning wood. This was something he had almost gotten used to, so with his eyes still closed, he laid back and enjoyed his blowjob.

From the sounds in the mare's throat, Josh was certain it was Spitfire. Normally Fleetfoot liked to swallow a load from him in the mornings, but the captain could be competitive. Either way, he wasn't complaining. Spitfire's lips took him all the way to his base, twisting her cheeks and tongue around his shaft slowly. Even if she was hungry for him, she pleasured him slowly. Mornings were lazy for everyone, and they had all the time in the world to enjoy themselves.

And Josh intended to enjoy his time to the fullest. He wrapped his finger's in Spitfire's mane, feeling her tense and groan in her throat as he encouraged her with the press of his hand. She hardly needed it, though. Every inch of Josh's cock was worked over by her skilled tongue, all his sweet spots teased by her soft lips. It was clear she was enjoying herself, too. She was practically purring as she lavished him, happy to have his cock to suck.

He could hear the other mares going about their mornings as well, smelling breakfast cooking downstairs and hearing the shower starting across the hall. The morning sunlight through his window warmed his face and chest as much as the mare under his blankets warmed his legs. He let out a sigh of pleasure and total relaxation. This was how to start a morning right.

His climax approached slowly, naturally. Josh let it happen, tensing only for a moment before his body relaxed. With a loud and free call, Josh came into Spitfire's mouth, and she moaned as well, swallowing every drop with relish.

Only when it was finished did he open his eyes. His cock was starting to soften, and Spitfire's head poked out from underneath his blankets. She was easing him on the way down from his high, licking over his balls with a satisfied grin on her face, a few stray strands of cum still on her lips.

At her last lick, his cock flopped down onto her muzzle, and she realized he was looking at her. "Morning," she said with that sly grin of hers.

"Morning to you, too. Enjoy your breakfast?"

Spitfire rolled her eyes a bit at the pun. But she still answered, "You know I do." She slid up his body to kiss his chest and neck before rolling off of him, lying on her back beside him.

He wrapped his arm around her, the two letting out another round of easy sighs as they shared each other's warmth. With a lazy hand, Josh began to stroke her shoulders, moving around her belly before slipping a hand between her legs.

"Oh, yeah," she groaned as his fingers spread her lips apart. He could feel the strands of warm juice spreading between them as he slid his fingers into her. Meeting her pace, though, he didn't pump into her, but kept an easygoing tempo, slowly dragging his fingertips along her walls, listening to her huff and feeling her shudder next to him. He collected her fluids, spreading them out over her entrance, massaging the slickened surface of her clit with slow circles. She let out another rumble of pleasure before he dipped back down, inserting himself inside her hot, sticky depths once more.

She writhed in his arms as he teased and tortured her, bucking her hips against his hand a little. He could feel her warm nectar slipping down his hand on onto the sheets below, and decided he would give her the release she needed. With the slick sound of his fingers sliding out of her, he placed them on her button, pressing into it gently, slowly moving his fingers back and forth.

Spitfire was gasping, throwing her head back as the shock of pleasure hit her. Josh sped his pace, attacking her clit with his fingertips, and soon she was moaning her own climax into the house as the sheets were wetted with her sticky mare juices.

Panting, still resting her head in the crook of Josh's arm, Spitfire said, "Fingers... you have no idea how good that feels."

"I think I have a good idea."

Spitfire chuckled and kissed his neck. They caught their breath for a while longer before rising, Josh stretching the dull weight of sleep from his bones and muscles. But as Spitfire headed down to breakfast, Josh headed to the bathroom. The only other thing that could come close to the luxury of waking up to a blowjob in the morning was a hot shower.

He could see the dark Fleetfoot against the stony walls before his feet even hit the tile. Her form was obscured by the steam and water droplets on the glass shower door, but with her mid-length mane clinging to her neck and ears, almost obscuring her eyes, Josh knew he wanted a closer look.

Fleetfoot turned when the door opening, smiling when she saw him. "Hey, you."

"Morning," he answered as he closed the door behind him. Stepping into this villa's roomy shower was like entering another side of the world entirely. The walls were made of rough-hewn stone, with natural outcroppings to hold soap, and the floor of soft, rounded stones arranged tightly into tiles. The stream fell from a polished silver head like a waterfall, and bits of ivy hung from the top of the door and walls to make it seem all the more natural. The only thing that gave it away, besides the silver knobs, was the heat of the water instead of the coolness of a natural spring.

Fleetfoot rubbed her belly against Josh as he stepped beside her. Nudging his floppy cock with her nose, she said, "Looks like you've had a good one so far, huh?"

"Try not to be too jealous of Spitfire," he told her.

"Oh, I think I'll be alright. How about getting my back for me, stud?" she asked. She spread her wings and lowered her neck, lifting her tail as well as she grinned at him.

Josh grinned back, taking the bar of soap and lathering it over her navy coat. He wasn't shy about feeling the curves of her small, powerful body, and already he could feel new life spreading through his loins at the sound of her relaxed breath and the sight of her wet mane and tail draping over her body. The water washed over him too, the hot droplets running down his chest and arms before splashing down on her back, washing the suds from her, leaving her coat slippery and shiny.

"Mmm," she hummed. "Little lower?"

Josh obliged, running his hands over her cutie mark and the base of her tail. He wasn't groping her yet, but he was getting close, his fingers massaging pockets of lean muscle covered by her soft fur.

Fleetfoot sighed loudly. "Lower..."

She certainly wasn't be subtle. Josh cupped his hands around her ass, squeezing her cheeks, spreading them apart and her lips with them. Her pink opening winked at him in response, the flowing water mixing with her flowing wetness. He rubbed her butt in circles, his hands slowing moving inward as the soap was rinsed from his hands.

"Ooh," Fleetfoot exhaled as his thumbs made contact with her labia. Josh spread her open and closed again, continuing his circular motions to pleasure the mare, hearing her breaths come heavier. Her entrance was becoming swollen, more inviting by the moment. Josh couldn't resist stroking her lips with his fingertips, feeling the heat, greater than the steamy water, come off her in waves.

With a gasp, he slipped a few digits in her. Just as with Spitfire, he pumped his fingers in and out, using the tips to dig at her inner walls, finding her sweet spots deep within her.

"Celestia, you humans are so lucky to have those fingers," Fleetfoot moaned, just as Spitfire had before her.

"I think you're the lucky one here," Josh said.

"Ohh, I'll have to return the favor then."

"I'm not quite done spoiling you." With his knees hitting the smooth stones, Josh spread Fleetfoot's ass apart once more, looking at the dripping pink treasure between her fit cheeks, withdrawing his hand with strings of mare juices still connecting his fingers to her. Getting a firm grip on her rear, he dove in, his tongue lapping up the hot slot.

"Nnf," her voice caught in her throat as his tongue swept over her clit, collecting her tangy juices as it slid toward the top. "Hah, oh Josh," she moaned as he swirled his tongue around her button. "You're such a gentlecolt."

Josh let his lips answer for him, teasing her clit with soft squeezes, nibbling at her entrance before diving deep with his tongue. She was almost sour, the water hardly thinning her juices, but the strong taste of a mare only seemed to signal the strength of her arousal. Fleetfoot pushed her flanks backward, bending over and lifting her tail as high as she could, practically pawing the shower floor with unreleased tension and electric pleasure.

But Josh was ready to tease her, ready to play with his little blue mare. He used a finger to slowly, almost lazily circle and press her bead while his tongue explored her marehood, collecting as much of her fluid as the water that splashed onto her back. He cleaned her deep, hearing low, needy moans issue from her. Lapping upward, he reinserted two of his fingers, thrusting more quickly as he traced her lips with the tip of his tongue. When he reached the end of her vagina, he prodded her butt, soaked clean in the shower, and earned a yelp in response.

He could feel her pussy throb around his fingers. "You really know how speak a mare's language," she huffed. Again, he felt it was better to lick and rub, circling her ring as he circled her clit with his fingers. The effect was powerful, her tight little butt tensing as she winked harder, spots of thick juice issuing from her, only to be washed away.

"Ohh, Josh," she moaned as he continued. He quickened his pace some, starting to pound her pussy with his fingers while he lapped at her butthole. Her voice grew louder as his ministrations grew more intense, and soon the mares downstairs must have heard her. Josh listened keenly, paying attention to her winks and wetness, the shiver of her muscles.

Fleetfoot was getting close, and when Josh knew it, he stopped. Only for a moment, before taking his slickened fingers and plunging the two into the pegasus's rump while his lips closed around her clit, sucking on it heavily.

"Fuck!" she shouted, but Josh had only just begun his assault. He rammed his fingers into her butt, squeezing down on her clit with his lips as his tongue lashed and circled her bead. Every breath seemed to cause her body to throb, her marehood shivering as her moans turned into screams.

"Ohh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck! FUCK! AHHH!"

Within moments, Fleetfoot could hardly stand under the force of her orgasm. Her body seized, nearly buckling as her holes clenched, her juices flowed, and her voice screamed her ecstasy. Josh lapped up everything he could before the pure nectar could be diluted by the water, stimulating her softly with his tongue while his fingers continued to pump in time with her climax. As it concluded, Fleetfoot was left shaking. Josh withdrew.

"I... Fuck," she grinned, and he smiled back, also catching his breath after being buried in her nethers for so long. "That was amazing. You definitely earned yourself a blowjob, pal."

Sure enough, Josh's cock had become as hard as when he awoke from the action. But he had already received one blowjob today. He shook his head. "I've got something else in mind."

Fleetfoot was all too ready to give herself up to his plans. If he didn't want her mouth, she resumed her earlier position, bent over, tail high, offering her dripping marehood to him, rivulets of water still running down her firm flanks. "Take whatever you want. As long as you want. I'm yours."

He only hesitated for a moment to admire the view, catching a few more winks to see just how badly she wanted to please him as well. But his throbbing rod wouldn't wait long. With a step forward, Josh seized the base of her tail so familiarly, taking control of her hindquarters for himself as he shoved his cock into her wet pussy in one motion.

Fleetfoot moaned as loudly as he did. The stream from above washed away some of her moisture, but Fleetfoot produced so much that every new thrust lubricated the next, allowing him to pound her. And pound her he did. The bathroom was filled with the sounds of his hips slapping her flanks, and he could feel his balls swinging through the steamy air with every thrust before meeting her underbelly.

The heat was incredible, Josh's entire body rippling with warmth as the water, his thrusts, and the mare he fucked filled him with fire, the air in his lungs heavy and cleansing. The droplets running down his chest and shoulders felt like sweat, and his brow was matted with his hair and the stream above. Fleetfoot gripped him with every thrust, pushing her flanks back into his, letting every motion she made work for his pleasure. And how it worked. She clenched around his cock, every inch of her hot passage spreading around him embracing him, her tight flanks providing the perfect surface to let every buck into her impact, the force spreading into his body.

Josh heard the door open. "Hey guys," Night Glider remarked. He couldn't even break pace, turning his head only to see the blue mare enter through the foggy, wet glass. They couldn't even work up the breath to respond, but Night Glider didn't mind, going to the sink to brush her teeth. Whether she smiled at the scene or not, Josh couldn't tell. Such was the nature of things in the villa.

Fleetfoot didn't even seem to recognize her subordinate's presence. "Use me Josh," she moaned. "I'm your mare. Fuck me all you want. Oh, Luna!"

If anything, the audience only heightened Josh's pleasure. Letting out proud calls and free grunts of pleasure, he thrust as quickly as he could, his body still battered by the hot water above. He could feel his cock throbbing, the pleasure spreading through him, his chest heaving and his balls aching to release. But he wasn't the shy man he had been when he first met these mares. They were his mares, and he felt no qualms about having them when he wanted. And how he wanted Fleetfoot, to fuck her senseless, to bring her to another screaming climax and to fill her with his seed. He didn't care if Night Glider was watching. He hoped she was. If anything, it would put her in the mood for when he fucked her later over the breakfast table or on the couch while they watched TV. It didn't matter. He could have pleasure whenever he wanted; the mares' desire for him well-established. The wouldn't say no. They wanted to be fucked just as badly as he wanted to fuck them.

"FUCK!" he heard Fleetfoot cry again, and his thoughts left him as her marehood clenched and gushed around him, his groin soaked with her fluids and the shower. But it was the gasping of her pleasure, the incredible, ecstatic heat that soaked into every inch of his body that pushed him into overdrive. He laid into his mare, clenching his teeth as his balls drew upward, his cock throbbed, his muscles surging with power. His mind seemed so fuzzy, his senses all overheated, but that only left room for pleasure to fill him.

"FUCK!" Josh roared back. With one last thrust into Fleetfoot, deep and hard enough to practically lift her off her back hooves, Josh came. His fingers dug deep into her flanks, his grip on her tail tight, pulling her closer to him, his cock pulsing out his load. Their moans echoed against the tiles and through the halls, and the two were barely aware of Night Glider's curious eyes. All they could feel was Josh stuffing Fleetfoot's offered pussy full of his essence.

The two stumbled when their bodies gave out, Josh withdrawing, leaning against the back wall for support and Fleetfoot resting her head against the glass, both leaving the hot water in search of cool air and stone. Their chests heaved for breath, but tired smiles crossed their faces as post-orgasmic bliss surged through them.

They turned their heads to see Night Glider clopping her hooves against the tile floor in applause.

Josh just shook his head. Opening the glass door, he stumbled out. "Towel," he muttered. Night Glider was helpful enough to snatch him one and offer it to him.

He dried himself off, happy to fill his lungs with clearer air, his cock throbbing happily as well, softening. He ruffled Night Glider's mane, her tail swishing as she grinned up at him.

"Get a good show?" Fleetfoot spat halfheartedly from within the shower.

Night Glider gave a cheeky shrug. "It was okay."

Josh and Night Glider were about to leave, when Fleetfoot called to them. "Hey. You didn't even see the finale."

The two turned around to see Fleetfoot's slim ass pressed against the wall of the shower, her lean build removing any extra fat that would prevent the entirety of her rump from making sheer contact with the glass. With her rear squeezed flat, the two could see the lips of her marehood spread open ever so perfectly, Josh's load filling every inch of her entrance, the thick white fluid trapped in the seal of her pussy and the wet glass.

Josh's cock gave one last overworked throb, and he heard Night Glider's tail swish again. "Damn. You really creamed her. I'm impressed." She looked up at him with, her face dominated by her big, sincere eyes. "So when's my turn to get humped?"

He patted Night Glider's rump, his fingertip coming away wet. "Don't you worry."

The two heard Fleetfoot chuckle as she removed her rear from the glass, and they heard a relaxed sigh from her as they left to get Josh some breakfast.