Wonderbolts Vacation

Josh groaned as he awoke, shifting with the group of sleeping mares in his arms. While this vacation had left him more rested than he had ever felt in his life, he felt groggy and tired anyway. His movements caused the mares to stir as well, and it was clear that they were just as sluggish as he was.

"Morning," Fleetfoot greeted them. She got little more than a mumble in response.

The mares gave Josh some affectionate rubs that he returned, but despite his morning wood, none of them slid down his belly to service it. It was just as well. He wasn't much in the mood.

"I'll start on breakfast," Night Glider offered. Josh gave her a peck on the cheek, and she nuzzled his neck before leaving the warmth of the bed. The others stretched and rolled for a little while, letting their soft fur rub over their man's smooth skin before they rose as well. As they headed down to the kitchen, he pet their heads and they kissed his hips, but it wasn't long before his erection drooped and dangled, any arousal between them entirely absent.

Night Glider cracked eggs into a skillet as Josh and the rest entered, trading yawns. While the group had been on a mostly vegetarian diet for the vacation, eggs were an exception. "Can't bake cakes and other yummy stuff without eggs," Night Glider had explained.

Normally conversation over breakfast was cheerful, and more often than not, flirty, each mare dropping hints as to what they wanted Josh to do to them that day. But today was different. So there were no suggestive remarks, no swished tails, and no breakfast blowjobs to "complete a mare's balanced breakfast." Just sizzling eggs and silence.

It bothered Josh. He enjoyed silence as much as the next guy, and was certainly able to appreciate the peaceful quiet of the island resort, but this was an uncomfortable silence. And as he finished his eggs and milk, it was clear to him that none of the mares wanted to talk about what was bothering them. He knew he'd have to take the lead in this situation.

"What a month, huh?" he decided to start casually.

"Yeah," Fleetfoot agreed with a little chuckle. "I can't remember the last time I've had this much fun."

"No reason for it to end, though, right?" he continued.

"But it has to end. It's the last day. We all go home tomorrow," Spitfire voiced their thoughts.

"And you go back to the human lands, right? When are we going to get to see you again?" Night Glider added.

Another heavy silence filled the air, and Josh wasn't sure how to overcome it. They were right, of course, and he had been trying to ignore how much he would miss these mares, how worried he was that he'd never see them again. But he knew just giving in to the despair they were feeling wasn't the right way to end this vacation at all.

"Hey now," he raised his hands to calm them. "Just because we're leaving tomorrow doesn't mean we should mope around all day today. Is that how you want to remember the last day of our awesome vacation together?"

"Of course not, but it's hard not to think about it," Fleetfoot pointed out.

But Spitfire's tenacity kicked in. "So we'll just think about the awesome memories we'll be making today." She stood, looking each one of her subordinates in the eyes. "Last time I checked, we were Wonderbolts, and Wonderbolts don't let petty feelings like this worry them. We're champions, and I say we spend today fucking like champions! So are you with me or not?"

"A party! Yeah!" Night Glider was in.

"Just like that?" Fleetfoot asked. "I'm not a stallion. I don't get horny at the drop of a hat, Captain."

"So let's give our stallion a little love and see where it goes. You like cum, don't you Fleetfoot?" Spitfire probed.

Fleetfoot grinned back. "You know I do, Cap."

Josh merely grinned and spread his legs. "You are going to be one tired man by sundown, Josh," Night Glider said.

"Somehow, I don't think I'll regret it," he chuckled. "Ohh."

Fleetfoot already had his limp dick in her mouth, working it over with her lips and tongue, bringing it to hardness as quickly as possible. She groaned as she felt it swell in her mouth, rising to its full size, ready to tackle the mares that swarmed it. With Fleetfoot covering the cock, Night Glider ducked underneath her chin to wrap her lips around Josh's balls, suckling them warmly. He groaned as the mare's heat spread through him, his grin widening.

"Hey, move over and let me at those nuts, Cadet. And save some cock for me, Fleetfoot," Spitfire ordered. The other two mares stumbled a bit as she moved between them, and Josh spread his legs a little wider to allow room between his thighs. He rubbed their heads, tangling his fingers in their manes as he watched three heads bob and suck as his manhood, filling him with pleasure.

"Looking good, ladies," he smirked. "Ah." Fleetfoot went down on him hard, twisting wetly as she did, effectively shutting him up.

"So," Night Glider said in between sucks on his balls, "you uh- got a big load- for us thirsty mares?"

"First thing in the morning?" he answered between moans. "I think there'll be plenty for all of you."

This only seemed to encourage them, and Josh's head lolled as they licked and sucked, bobbed and weaved, tugged and squeezed on every bit of flesh he offered to them. He could tell the mood was definitely improving as red flushed their cheeks and their voices hummed in their throats. Their tails swished, and he was certain that he could smell their arousal staring to drip from them. He could only imagine what the view from behind must have looked like as they serviced him.

Spitfire was particularly eager. "Make room, Fleetfoot. I'm hungry for some meat," she chuckled. Fleetfoot withdrew from Josh's cock, angling her head along its side as Spitfire gave a long lick along the other. As one traveled down and the other traveled up, Josh groaned at the parallel sensations, only to gasp as Spitfire took his head into her mouth. Her lips traveled down his cock, and Fleetfoot wrapped her tongue around every inch that remained until Spitfire hit his base, only to move down to join Night Glider's service to his balls as Spitfire had her way with his cock. She sucked his dick like it was a meal, hungrier and rougher than either of the others. But soon, she too slid up, her tongue and lips teasing him all the way, pulling off and letting Fleetfoot back at his shaft. The two traded licks and kisses to his length, only for Fleetfoot to shove his cock back down her warm throat. Even if Spitfire was technically the more skilled when it came to cocksucking, Fleetfoot had an attention to detail, a gentle pace that allowed him to carefully lick and suck at each one of his sweet spots.

Josh was in heaven. "You keep going like that, girls, and I don't think I'm going to last much longer," he huffed.

"Oh, I wouldn't mind. Give us the cum, big guy!" Night Glider encouraged.

"Well, if you insist," he replied. It wasn't too difficult to let his endurance down, to let each motion, each wet suck and hot lick spread through him, letting his balls churn as the pressure built within him. The mares could feel it in his shaft, his looming orgasm poised to give them the load they had been waiting for. Josh clenched his fists in the mares' manes, his breaths growing more ragged as he pushed their heads down on him, each motion bringing him closer to the edge.

Until their lips and tongues finally brought him over. "Yeah girls! Drink up!" The mares pulled off as his cock began to throb, and each opened her mouth and closed her eyes, waiting for the first spurt of heavy semen to fire.

In the midst of orgasm, Josh's aim was a little wild. While a few stray gobs landed in each of their mouths, a happy moan sounding from them as the tangy taste hit their tongues. But mostly each gave cute yelps as the strands of jizz coated their faces in stripes, forming a sticky mask of white over their fur. They didn't seem to mind one bit, swallowing what they could get, and grinning as the hot cum covered them.

Josh huffed when it was over, and the mares smirked. "You know, you'd think after a month of orgasms, you'd shoot a little straighter," Spitfire remarked.

"Aw, come on, Spitfire, that was fun! I say we do it again!" Night Glider cheered.

Josh chuckled. "Sorry, ladies, you're going to have to give the big guy a moment to mix up another batch."

"Fine with me," Fleetfoot smiled. "A girl's supposed to wear her facial for a while, anyway. It's good for the face."

With another laugh, Josh stood. "Why don't we go for a walk on the beach? Enjoy the sun and sand?"

"Good idea," Spitfire agreed.

The sun was as invigorating as they hoped. Each of the mares mentioned how good the sunlight felt on their cum-soaked faces, and it wasn't long before they had taken flight, the warm sea wind quickly drying the fluid into a white, streaked mask. Josh strolled below them, smiling up at his friends as they performed acrobatic tricks and played the fastest game of tag he had ever seen.

Even as the sun rose higher above his head, though, Josh could feel his loins stirring. The warm sun always brought out his erection, and it wasn't long before it rose to full mast. But he was still happy to walk the beach with his hard-on waving, feeling his strength return to him.

Night Glider was the first to take notice. "Hey, whatcha got there, Josh? Looks like a good one!"

"Bend over and we can find out," he said as he squeezed her ass.

"Oh!" she said, a blush quickly coming to her face. "Well, if you had told me we were keeping you waiting, I would have flown down here a while ago. The blowjob was fun, but my butt's killing for a humping."

"No worries," Josh growled as he wrapped his arms around the little blue pegasus. "I'll fuck you as hard as you can take."

With a yelp, Josh tackled her to the sand, bear-hugging her in his arms, her back on his chest and her belly toward the sky. Her yelp became a cry as Josh shoved his cock into her spread butt, moaning as heat enveloped his shaft. He quickly buried himself to the hilt within her, and began thrusting wildly as his desires were sated.

"Ohh, fuck Josh. You weren't kidding!" Night Glider called happily.

But the fun was only just beginning. Spitfire and Fleetfoot saw Josh fucking their cadet on the sand below, and they quickly dove town to join the fun.

"Well, well, what do we have here, Fleetfoot?" Spitfire asked as her hooves hit the sand. The two of them began to circle Josh and Night Glider, but Josh wasn't about to stop his thrusts for anything.

"Looks like the newbie's finishing her training," Fleetfoot answered. She chuckled. "You think she can fuck like a Wonderbolt, yet?"

"Maybe we should find out," Spitfire said. "Let me get her 'test.'"

"Ooh, good idea," Fleetfoot said. "I'll keep her busy."

"What- ah- test?" Night Glider asked, but Fleetfoot straddled Night Glider's head, her flanks hovering over her face.

"Quiet, newbie," she ordered. Night Glider looked up at the shadow that had drawn across her, but before she could protest, Fleetfoot lowered her rear onto Night Glider's head, shoving her marehood onto Night Glider's muzzle. "Get cleaning."

Night Glider put on quite a show for Josh, and he could see the bits of her tongue poking around the flesh, diving between Fleetfoot's lips, causing the older pegasus to sigh in pleasure. Both of their bodies shook a bit with every one of Josh's thrusts, and Night Glider's moans were smothered by Fleetfoot's marehood. But Josh groaned loud and free, Night Glider's tight ass always a treat for his cock, and his voice mixed with the sounds of his hips slapping against her rump and her wet licks to Fleetfoot's folds.

"Not bad, newbie. You're going to make me cum. Ooh," Fleetfoot groaned. She mashed her rear into Night Glider's face, rubbing every bit of her moist pussy over her subordinate's cum-stained face until she began to shout. "Yeah, newbie! Eat that cunt!" With a final call, she came, her fluids mixing with Josh's cum as it splattered over Night Gliders muzzle. Josh only increased his pace, and Fleetfoot's wetness combined with Josh's rough pounding was enough to coax a sharp cry from Night Glider, and the two watched her legs twitch as her own wetness began to flow suddenly. Josh smirked, knowing there was plenty more where that came from. He only gripped her ass in his hands, spreading her cheeks apart as he started to fuck her even harder.

Being a Wonderbolt, it wasn't long before Spitfire returned, and even if Night Glider couldn't see her, Josh and Fleetfoot were awed at the sight of the captain wearing a long, thick, black horsecock on the end of a harness. She grinned wide, but strutted like a drill sergeant, barking at Night Glider as she approached her. "Alright, Cadet, you've done pretty well in your training, but being a Wonderbolt takes more than just being fast. You gotta have guts. You gotta be tough. You gotta walk like a Wonderbolt. You gotta think like a Wonderbolt. And most importantly, you gotta fuck like a Wonderbolt. Because I'll tell ya, those Wonderbolt stallions are triple A studs with balls of steel, and we gotta keep 'em at peak performance. Only a real Wonderbolt mare can satisfy a Wonderbolt stallion, so let's see if you've got the flanks for it."

Night Glider tried to crane her head to see what Spitfire meant, but Fleetfoot was all too happy to grind her rear into her face and block her vision. Spitfire stood between Night Glider's legs, and the little blue pegasus stopped when she felt Spitfire step over her, straddling her.

"Try to slow down there, slugger," Spitfire said, looking down at Josh with a grin. "I need her still for a few seconds."

With a few more thrusts, Josh brought his rough fucking down a steady pumping, not willing to stop his pleasure entirely. Spitfire bent her legs, and Josh used a free hand to take hold of the smooth rubber shaft, angling it toward Night Glider's marehood.

She gasped when she felt the broad flare against her nethers. Josh and Spitfire nodded at each other, and with a chuckle from the captain, she shoved as much of her new cock into her cadet as she could in one rough thrust, with Josh thrusting hard at the same time, hilting himself, stuffing her full.

"Holy Celestia!" Night Glider cried out.

But she couldn't get anything else out as Fleetfoot smothered her mouth. "Keep eating, rookie. I expect a few more orgasms from you. A real Wonderbolt mare can use her mouth and her flanks at the same time."

Night Glider did the best she could, lapping at Fleetfoot's wet pussy in wide passes, but every thrust from Spitfire and Josh caused high moans to rise in her throat. Josh wasn't holding back on her, Spitfire's bucking causing Night Glider to clench, and her ass was tighter than ever, squeezing Josh's cock hard and enveloping him completely with heat. But now it wasn't just his fucking that rocked Night Glider's body on top of his chest. Spitfire was a fit mare, and even Josh could feel the raw force in every thrust pounding into Night Glider's soft body.

Whimpering cries sounded from the cadet as orgasm rushed through her, but Josh and Spitfire weren't about to let up for a second, even as her juices stained the harness Spitfire wore, soaking rubber and fleshy balls alike. "Don't cum just yet, Josh," Spitfire barked. "Let's see how much cock she can take!"

"Aye aye, captain," he replied, matching his thrusts with Spitfire's rapid pace, tensing his stomach and biting his lip to withstand the incredible pleasure spreading through him. The crashing waves were drowned out by the sound of their hips smacking into Night Glider's, and the musky smell of sex filled the salty air. Night Glider's legs twitched and her breathing was uneven as her holes were stuffed full and smothered, but she managed to keep enough control to nibble at Fleetfoot's clit and kiss her lips to Fleetfoot's lower ones.

"Doing good rookie," Fleetfoot said, panting as her climax rose once more. "Ng- yeah. Ohh, don't stop," she sighed, grinding slowly over Night Glider's muzzle as droplets of her wetness trickled down Night Glider's nose, chin, and neck. Yet, following orders, the cadet managed to withstanding the pounding enough to use her tongue well, and worked quickly to bring Fleetfoot to orgasm again, her tongue sliding over every bit of wet flesh it could reach.

Sweat poured down Josh's chest and brow, his arms wrapped tightly around Night Glider's belly, his nuts slapping her ass hard with every thrust. He could feel the tension building within his muscles, the taut power like fire spreading through him the more he worked, the harder he fucked. Every noise Night Glider made only encouraged him, making him want to invade her tight little rump all the more.

Spitfire was in a similar state. Her jaw clenched, and even Josh felt the impact of her hips, her thick cock sinking into Night Glider's folds. "Fuck, Cadet," she groaned. "If I were stallion, I'd have blown my load by now. I don't know how you do it, Josh."

"Lots of practice," he growled.

"Should make you an honorary Wonderbolt," she replied. "I don't know if I can hold on much longer."

"Let's give her all we got," Josh told her.

"Yeah."

The two hammered their dicks into her with every ounce of power they could muster, and Night Glider all but shrieked into Fleetfoot's nethers as her orgasm stormed her. Her juices cascaded down the thick members once more, and her insides squeezed around Josh's cock, sending him over the edge at last.

"Fuck!" Spitfire cried out as Josh roared, and the two shoved themselves as deep as they could into her, Spitfire grinding the base of the cock into her clit as her wetness flowed down onto Josh's balls and thighs. Fleetfoot also yelped as her orgasm started again, her pussy gushing as much as Spitfire's. Finally, Josh was the last to blow, and he grunted and squeezed Night Glider as he blasted his cum deep within her ass. With little thrusts, his seed leaked in tiny streaks, coating her cheeks in white. For a long moment, all of them were groaning in pleasure, totally lost in the throes of their climaxes and jerky movements.

At last, though, they were able to breathe and move, and Fleetfoot climbed off Night Glider as Spitfire stood wobbly on all fours, with Josh holding Night Glider's tired weight above him. "Did I pass, Captain?" Night Glider asked.

Spitfire chuckled. "I'd say so. We'll do the paperwork when we get back."

"Wait, really? Like, for real?"

"You're a pretty talented flier. I wanted to get to know you a little better during our vacation before making it official. But you're tougher than I expected. You can really take a pounding. So yeah. For real." Spitfire could see Night Glider's excitement welling up within her, but she quelled it by pulling her hefty cock out of her in one long stroke, earning a gasp from Night Glider. "Try not to go too crazy."

"Thank you, Captain," Night Glider replied.

"Congrats, kid," Fleetfoot said, giving Night Glider a pat on the cheek.

"Yeah, congratulations," Josh added, bringing another moan from Night Glider as he pulled out of her too. Now that she was free, she rolled off Josh, her body thudding in the sand. She giggled with giddiness, the excitement clear on her face, but it was possible she was still riding high on her orgasm. Her face was an even sticker mess than before, and now her lower cheeks were streaked in white just like her smiling cheeks were. Fleetfoot and Spitfire stood over her, their own faces still white and crusted with Josh's semen, but now their coats shone bright in the sun with sweat, and their groins with their wetness.

"Hey, you deserve some credit, too, Josh," Spitfire said. "You've really taught the little one how to be a real mare. If you had wings, I'd make you a part of the team in a heartbeat. I think we all consider you an honorary member anyway."

"Thanks," he said. "That means a lot to me."

"Two new members? This totally calls for a celebration," Night Glider said.

"Oh?" Fleetfoot said. "So eager to get that cute little butt of yours pounded again?"

"We should head back and see about celebrating," Josh said. The mares agreed, and they headed back.

The sun was on its way down when the group reached the villa. They didn't even bother stopping in the living room or the kitchen, Spitfire leading the rest upstairs to the bedroom. "Hope your balls aren't spent yet, Josh," she said. "I think Fleetfoot's been dying for a load."

"You think?" he replied cheekily.

"Yeah," Fleetfoot replied. "I don't see any reason why Night Glider gets to be so spoiled." She draped her upper body over the bed, her hooves planted firmly on the floorboards, her flanks spread, her tail raised high, presenting the entirety of her supple backside to Josh for his use.

"What about you two?" he said to Spitfire and Night Glider as he stepped up to Fleetfoot.

Spitfire smirked, pulling Night Glider onto the bed with her. "Enjoy the show," she said before planting a heavy kiss on Night Glider's lips, slipping her tongue into her. Josh felt his erection perk up just at the sight, and he smiled as the kissing mares tumbled onto the sheets before him. Gripping Fleetfoot's flanks, he wasted no time shoving his cock into her tight butt.

"Mmm," she groaned. Josh began to thrust into her steadily, his hips plopping against her butt as Spitfire and Night Glider tousled the sheets before them. Spitfire planted kisses all over Night Glider's chest and neck, but Night Glider had the confidence to strike back, nibbling on Spitfire's tawny ears as she did. The room was filled with their moans and hips meeting, the air charged with their arousal.

Spitfire pulled up from Night Glider for a moment to look at Josh. "Sorry, where are my manners?" She maneuvered her and her partner around on the bed so that their rumps were facing the human, Night Glider's ass still soaked in wet cum, and Spitfire's pussy throbbing for attention.

But if this was a show for Josh, he was happy to direct. "Spitfire, why don't you treat your new recruit? I'm sure she'll be happy to give you a yummy treat in return."

"Is that an order?" she replied with a grin. But before Josh could answer, she had Night Glider gripped in her hooves, and rolled her over so the navy pegasus was lying on top, now smothering her captain's face with her rear. Spitfire dove in with a hunger, and Night Glider raised her tail, allowing Josh to see every detail of Spitfire's tongue as it explored Night Glider's ass, swirling around the white-stained ring, collecting as much of his leftover cum as she could, swallowing it greedily. The captain made quite a mess as she did so, and soon her face was once again masked in white jizz.

"Nice," Josh said. He hunched himself over Fleetfoot, laying into her more roughly, her tight ring squeezing and pleasuring him expertly as she shivered in pleasure beneath him. Night Glider seemed to be enjoying the attention just as much, grinding her butt into Spitfire's maw, feeding her every drop of cum she had left in her until her cheeks and Spitfire's face were a sloppy mixture of saliva and sperm.

"Ohh, yeah, Josh," Fleetfoot moaned, fluttering her wings in ecstasy. With her face flushed red and white, he could tell she was already close to her climax, but she maintained enough composure to encourage the show. "Don't spoil her, Spitfire. Josh is going to want you next, and he'll want that ass ready. Make her put that loudmouth to use."

Spitfire only chuckled in response, but wrapped Night Glider in her hooves again, throwing her off and rolling on top of her. At this angle, Spitfire was facing Josh, and Night Glider's soaked rump and pussy were on view for him as she spread her legs, and Josh could just see Night Glider's muzzle squeezed between Spitfire's firm butt, her own marehood dripping onto her subordinate's chest below. Her tongue slid out and around Spitfire's rear, and the captain groaned loud. "That's it, recruit. Good technique. Mmm."

"Yeah, Josh. Fuck that ass. Oh, Celestia," Fleetfoot answered as she climaxed, her wetness splashing to the boards below. Josh put his hips into it, his cock pistoning into her rear. He could feel his orgasm approaching too, and he rose to meet it.

Night Glider was in her element, her hooves massaging Spitfire's flanks, pulling apart her cheeks, her tongue painting her tight little butthole. "That's real good, Night Glider. Fuck," she huffed, grinding her rear into Night Glider. But the new recruit ate ass like a champ, and Spitfire beat Josh to the punch. "Fuck, Night Glider! Yeah!" Spitfire's hips lurched forward, and she threw her head back as she came. Her juices gushed from her, harder than they had before, and Night Glider's belly was soaked beneath her. A couple spurts of fluid even shot toward Josh, splattering onto Fleetfoot's face before him, and she moaned as the hot, sticky juices coated her.

The sight sent Josh over the edge. With his call joining Spitfire's, he fucked Fleetfoot with abandon, gouts of cum spurting from his balls as he emptied them inside of her. Fleetfoot thrust her rump back into him, saying, "Cum in me, Josh! Fill that ass! Yeah!" And fill it he did, his climax seeming to drag on and on, his rough treatment sending her into another spasming climax as well.

But finally, with heavy breathing, Josh pulled out of her, a wet slurp filling the room as the other two mares tumbled over each other, sprawling out on the bedsheets. For a long while, the only sound was their panting, but their lips pulled into smiles and their eyes sparkled as they looked at each other's sweaty faces, tangled manes, and wet rumps. "Good show," Fleetfoot said.

"Yeah," Josh agreed. "But I think I still got one more load in me. What do you ladies say?"

"I think you've saved the best ass for last," Spitfire said, crawling over to him to plant a kiss to his belly. "No way are those two getting their asses creamed while mine stays dry. But I think we should go all-out for this one."

"What did you have in mind?" he asked her.

Her grin was more devilish than ever. "Fleetfoot, be a pal and get out that other strapon from under the bed."

"Another one?" Night Glider asked.

"Yeah Spits and I were planning on double-teaming you before we found out there was a man around," Fleetfoot said. "You thought you were fucked hard before. Just you wait, newbie. I'm going to make you scream." She pulled it out, the shaft a bright pink, just as long and thick as the black one.

"Actually, Fleet, that one's for Night Glider to use. On you," Spitfire said, and even her eyes sparkled impishly.

"What? Since when?" Fleetfoot said.

"Since you've been pushing Night Glider around all month. But now that she's a Wonderbolt, she's the same rank as you. I figure a little revenge is only fair." Spitfire slid off the bed, retrieving the black cock and sliding it onto her hips again, Fleetfoot staring, speechless.

"Hah! In your face!" Night Glider shouted. She flitted toward the pink one, struggling with the harness only for a moment as she strapped it onto her hips. "I'm gonna fuck your ass so hard, Fleetfoot, you won't be able to walk straight for days."

"She can't do this," Fleetfoot complained.

"What, can't take it?" Spitfire said.

"Of course I can take it! A rookie like her couldn't out-fuck me!" she protested.

"Good. Then bend over."

"Fine." With a grumpy huff, Fleetfoot climbed up onto the sheets, planting her chest on the pillows and raising her flanks and tail high again. Josh's cum was dripping heavily from her, coating her marehood and ass alike, strands still dripping out of her tailhole.

"Go on, Night Glider. Josh already got her warmed up for you," Spitfire said, giving Night Glider a slap between the wings. Night Glider leaped at her, her thick pink dick flopping lewdly as she mounted her superior.

"Look, kid," Fleetfoot started, "Try not to get too cocky, because- Ah!"

Night Glider shoved the head into Fleetfoot's ass, the pink flesh disappearing quickly, inch after inch of rubber sinking into her white-spattered depths, the cum lubing the entire way. "Shut up," Night Glider commanded, her tone still somehow light and cute. She began to thrust, her hips smacking into Fleetfoot's, and as she moaned, Josh could see her pussy throb, the remaining droplets of his cum mixing with her wetness. "Oh, Spitfire, you guys didn't tell me this felt so good. This is really hitting the spot."

"It's good on the clit, right?" Spitfire agreed. "Imagine how it must feel for the fellas."

"Oh, fuck," Night Glider groaned. Fleetfoot moaned beneath her, her face shoved into the pillows as Josh's cum was pushed out by the new invader, splattering her ass and thighs. Night Glider, eager as ever, was anything but gentle, humping quickly and roughly, taking as much pleasure and revenge as she could.

"Not bad, rookie," Fleetfoot grunted. "Maybe you will make a good Wonderbolt someday."

Night Glider beamed proudly, even giving Fleetfoot a spank, the sharp sting and her subsequent cry causing each of their marehoods to throb heavily.

"Tail up, Night Glider," Spitfire ordered. "Your captain's coming in."

"Yes, ma'am!" Night Glider answered jauntily, even managing a salute as she lifted her tail, her wet rump exposed for Spitfire's tool, her hips still hammering into Fleetfoot. Spitfire approached her thrusting subordinate, and managed to slow her a little as she mounted. Then, bringing a moan from Night Glider that was all too similar's to Fleetfoot's cry of pleasure, Spitfire sank her thick black cock into Night Glider's ass, hilting hard and pumping harder.

"Yeah, that's it, Night Glider. Move with me," Spitfire said. With every buck of her hips into Night Glider's ass, she shoved the navy pegasus forward. Night Glider used this force to fuck Fleetfoot all the harder, and the smacks of their cocks filling the lower-ranking asses could be heard all throughout the villa. Spitfire and Night Glider fucked as a team, and their combined force was brutal.

"Shit! Oh, fuck! I'm- ah!" Fleetfoot could hardly form her words as her climax took her, jetting from her throbbing pussy, squirting even harder than Spitfire had earlier. Her limbs shook visibly, and her eyes rolled up into her head, the force of each thrust into her just as powerful as each surge of her muscles, the overpowering orgasm leaving her helpless to the other two.

"That's a fine ass, Night Glider, and some even finer fucking," Spitfire complimented. "I don't think I'm gonna last much longer. You with me?"

"Yes, Captain! Oh, I'm gonna- I'm gonna..." Night Glider groaned.

"Now, Night Glider! I'm cumming too!"

"Oh, yes, Captain!"

The sheets were thoroughly soaked as the mares all came together, their clitorises burning, their folds throbbing, their hips thrusting wildly as they lost control of their movements, their white-streaked faces twisted into the crazed expressions of orgasm.

Josh was harder than he had been in a long time, but the performance in front of him was so impressive as to be stunning. So he stood a the foot of the bed, his eyes pouring over every detail, every droplet of mare juice and thinning cum, every fold and crease tightening around the slick rubber horsecocks, every bead of sweat, taking in every gasp, moan, and wet thrust into the clenching tailholes of the mares before him.

Only Spitfire could tear his attention away from the sex before his eyes, the mares stopping momentarily, allowing her to speak. "Why don't you put that thing to use, big guy? No fun in being a mare unless you're getting your ass stuffed, and I've been waiting all day to take that cock."

"Yeah, Josh! Give us a hand and show us how it's done!" Night Glider added.

He chuckled. "Alright. But you ladies asked for it."

Spitfire raised her own tail diligently, and the mares held still as he moved up to her. Even taking her flanks in his hands, his fingers digging into her tight cheeks took the edge off his heavy desire, but the sight of her dripping marehood, a sign of her desperate need, her cum-splattered face, and the tight little asshole that was the crown jewel of her fit body only made his balls churn with a primal, male lust. He wouldn't wait a moment longer. He shoved his cock into her butt, thrusting to his base in one rough motion, and before she could even cry out, he was fucking her hard.

His powerful thrusts sent Spitfire forward, sinking her black cock further into Night Glider, who was pushed forward, shoving more of her pink shaft into Fleetfoot. The first two mares moaned, but Fleetfoot managed to speak. "Damn, Josh. Even I can feel you fucking the captain. It's like you're fucking all of us."

"Mmm, Luna, he's good, isn't he?" Night Glider said.

"Heh," Spitfire gave a breathy chuckle. "Rough like a real Wonderbolt stud. C'mon, girls. Let's follow his lead." Spitfire thrusted cruelly into Night Glider, using Josh's heavy momentum with her, and Night Glider yelped just as Fleetfoot had before.

"Wow, you were right, Fleet. That's sooo good," she said.

"Told you. Ohh, fuck," she groaned back as Night Glider began to thrust as well. The three mares all did their best to keep up with Josh's rapid pace, letting the force of every buck into Spitfire's ring carry through the line, causing every cock to impact heavily into the next mare. By the time the thrust reached Fleetfoot, Night Glider's hips were shoving her into the pillows, her knees lifting off the bed as her ass was pounded.

"How's that ass feeling, Josh?" Spitfire asked, laying into Night Glider just as hard as he laid into her.

"Tight," he said, spanking Spitfire's ass for emphasis, getting a yelp out of her. "How's that cock feel?"

"Thick," she answered. "Fuck, I'm not going to last long. I've been needing this."

"Me either," Night Glider said. "How are you holding up, Fleetfoot!"

"Shit!" she screamed her answer. With the weight of everyone else thrusting into her, Fleetfoot was the first to cum, and she came hard again, thrusting her ass back into Night Glider, impaling herself on the hot pink horsecock.

"Keep going, Josh! I'm cumming too! Aw, yeah!" Night Glider joined her, mashing her pelvis against the base of her strapon with every thrust into Fleetfoot, and throwing herself back into Spitfire with every withdraw.

"My turn," Spitfire said. "Fuck, Josh, this is so good. Stuff that ass! Fuck me!"

The mares' rhythm went out the window as their climaxes took them, sticky mare juices soaking their thighs and the rubber balls that slapped their pussies. Josh took over for them, the force of his thrusts carrying through the group, drawing out their orgasms until their voices were ragged with begging moans and pleading cries.

But their pleasure only encouraged Josh further. Grabbing Spitfire's ass in one hand and Night Glider's mane in another, he fucked the absolute hell out of Spitfire's ass, and the mares couldn't keep up any longer. He fucked all of them at once, each strapon sinking into the next one's butt just as roughly as his own cock sank into Spitfire's. They could hardly speak, his force, his dominance over them effectively silencing them. They could wear their fake cocks and try to fuck each other like stallions, but they simply couldn't compare to a real flesh-and-blood male like Josh. Thrusting was in his instincts, and knowing how to breed a female until she screamed was in his balls. And as he took them, each one of them, they could feel it. They could feel his power traveling through the dicks in their asses, filling them with rough pleasure. Spitfire in particular didn't stand a chance. She offered her hips to him, thrusting her ass back for his pleasure instead of her own, as desperate for his cum to fill her ass as he was to fill her.

"C'mon girls! We got a stud to satisfy!" Spitfire called. The mares, even amidst their frantic moaning and thrusting, managed to change their pace enough, shoving their hips backwards, giving Josh the rough sex he had been giving to them this whole time.

"Fuck," he growled. He could feel it rising with him, the tense, boiling need for release deep in his sack, spreading through his belly and chest as he breathed harder, fucked, harder, sweating and pumping, tugging on Night Glider's mane and groping Spitfire's ass, holding in place for his cock to take.

"Cum Josh!" Spitfire begged. "Cream that ass! Give me your load! Give it all you got! Fuck!" Her scream echoed throughout the villa, throughout the island, and her pussy clenched in one last mind-blowing orgasm. Her hips quivered and bucked, stuffing Night Glider's ass with thick black rubber.

"Yeah Josh! Give us the jizz! Yeah!" Night Glider encouraged as she hit her own peak, her tongue lolling out of her mouth, her head throwing back, shoving her ass onto Spitfire's dildo just as roughly as she shoved her own into Fleetfoot's abused tailhole.

"C'mon, stud! Take us! We're all yours!" Fleetfoot added, her voice cutting off into a ragged cry. She came just as hard as the others, her breath shaky, her vision hazy and her knees weak.

Each of their pussies throbbed and winked, their rumps burning to be fucked harder, even as their marehoods spurted the last of their juices weakly, having no more fluid to spend. But still, they managed to stay up for Josh, offering the line of flanks to him, letting him fill them with pleasure. Spitfire all but held still, waiting for the flow of cum.

With a roar of triumph that overpowered all their voices, he unloaded, pumping out more cum than he ever had before in his life. He poured all he had into her, all his lust, all his energy, all his emotion, earning release with every half-thrust and every squeeze of her cheeks, filling her ass with streams of hot, sticky cum until he had nothing left to give, no desire left in him, his muscles unable to thrust one more time.

Josh collapsed on top of Spitfire, and the whole train tumbled forward onto their bellies, a yelp rising from all of them, then a series of tired, satisfied giggles. Josh pulled out with a warm, wet slurp, and was able to get to his knees to look at all of them.

"How do you like the view?" Spitfire asked. The three mares raised their tails, and Josh saw three fit, toned pegasus rears splattered with cum, each of their tailholes leaking little white streaks that ran down to their sopping marehoods.

"It's perfect," he said.

He flopped down between them, and they shifted around him to make room. Their warm, sweating bodies were more than enough to warm each other, and just as they had that morning, they wrapped themselves up in Josh's arms, nuzzling into his chest and belly.

"A perfect end to a perfect day," Night Glider said. It was the last thing spoken before the sunset, before the four of them fell asleep, exhausted from their day of passion and pleasure, their minds buzzing with too much memory to worry about what would happen come sunrise.