Shameless in Ponyville

If there was one thing that Rainbow Dash had always been, it was a showoff. When it had been her speed, she’d never been able to resist speeding past anypony and everypony she’d been flying with. When it’d been her new Wonderbolt status, she’d worn her badge off-duty for weeks, and had only stopped talking about it when Princess Twilight Sparkle had kindly asked her to shut up. Now that she had, undoubtedly, the best body in all of Ponyville, there was only one thing for her to do with it.

Equipped with a sexy string-thin bikini, there was no way she was about to let her amazing body go unseen. There was just one problem: As much as the idea clearly thrilled her, there was no way Soarin’ was about to be eager with either of them strutting through downtown Ponyville all but naked. What was a horny, egotistical mare to do?

The Ponyville Pool was one of the hottest—and coolest—summer locations in town. Ponyville itself was in a more temperate location, but as soon as the heat of summer rolled around, it seemed like half the town couldn’t wait to get out of their overheating clothes and into the fresh, cool water. Inside the locker room, Rainbow cocked her head to listen to the sound of cheering, splashing ponies outside.

“Sounds like they’re having fun,” she said.

“Sounds like what we came for.” Soarin’ slung his backpack off of his shoulder and onto the locker-room bench. He turned to face her, that goofy grin on his face. “I haven’t been to a proper pool in ages.”

“Except the ones you leave in the bathtub, right?” Rainbow chuckled at Soarin’s bemused expression. “You got our suits?”

“Yup!” Soarin’ bent over and ruffled through the bag for a bit. Rainbow took the opportunity to admire the way his lats flexed and bulged, his broad shoulders rippling with muscle. She liked him big. “Just a sec.”

She caught the bundle that he tossed her with one hand. It was all she needed: the entirety of her bikini could be crumpled up into a ball that was smaller than her fist. She shot him a smirk as he continued fumbling with the bag.

“Dash,” Soarin’ said. “You must have missed something. My suit’s not in here.”

“‘Course it is,” Rainbow said. “Right near the top.”

Soarin’ pulled a bundle of his own out of the bag. It unfolded into a hugely oversized speedo, with tiny strips and a massive pouch. His cheeks flushed. “You can’t be serious.”

“I totally am.” Rainbow swept up to him and planted a kiss on his chest. Grinning up at him, she placed her hand gently on the massive bulge at his crotch. “If I’m gonna show me off, I wanna show you off too.”

“But—”

“No buts, studly.” Rainbow wagged a finger at him. “S’not like everypony can’t see you anyway.”

“But—”

“What’d I just say?” Rainbow gave his chest a pat. “Now c’mon. I wanna get out there ASAP.”

Soarin’ sighed good-naturedly. “I can’t say no to you, can I?” he asked.

“Nope.” Rainbow had a shit-eating grin on her face. “Not even slightly.”

The two of them squeezed into a cubicle to change. Soarin’ would’ve gotten into his own, but the touch of Rainbow’s hand to his thigh made it clear just where she wanted him to go. It was an incredibly tight fit—a massively endowed mare and a seven-foot stallion tended to take up quite a lot of space—but the door thankfully clicked shut behind them all the same. Soarin’ sighed, then pulled the speedo back up again to inspect it.

“Are you sure that this’ll, uh…” He cleared his throat. “Hold me?”

“Oh, don’t worry.” Rainbow already had her top off. Her two huge breasts bounced a bit against her chest; her nipples were barely two inches away from Soarin’s abs. She smirked up at him as she tossed her shirt—a blue-stained t-shirt with the words SPEED DEMON emblazoned across it—aside. “It will. So long as you don’t get too excited.”

Soarin’ eyed her chest skeptically. He felt his stallionhood stirring and squeezed his eyes shut. He wanted to be at least slightly decent when he stepped out into the pool, however meaningless the term was getting these days. He had to keep his arousal under control. When he opened his eyes again, and as he began to strip his own clothes off, he kept his eyes carefully forward, above the top of the stall and Rainbow Dash’s head.

Once he’d unbuttoned them, he had to carefully edge his pants down his muscular thighs. Rarity might have done excellent work, but that didn’t mean he could stop worrying about ripping them. Unfortunately, he had to squat slightly to do so—which pushed the base of his shaft right up against Rainbow’s soft, pillowy underboob.

Soarin’ grunted. He could hear Rainbow’s smirk when she said, “Oh, hey. Looks like someone’s a little happy to see me.”

Through gritted teeth, he replied, “Dash, c’mon. I’m just getting changed.”

“So am I.”

“Yeah, well, you’re not the one who’ll rip out of their swimsuit if you get too turned on.”

Rainbow Dash laughed. It was a rich, bubbly sound, and Soarin’ loved it. “You don’t know that,” she said, sounding amused. “But fine. I’ll leave you alone—mostly.”

Soarin’ sighed in relief. He did so a second time when he pulled the speedo up his legs and found that he was able to carefully fold his shaft inside of the pouch. His balls even fit, and without overflowing the sides. He wound up coiling his length a bit on top of his huge, heavy nuts and letting the flare hang over, but it worked. It may have jutted out a good two or three feet in front of him, and may have been able to hold a good-sized colt, but at least it held. He grunted, letting the tight straps snap around his tight bubble butt as his shaft nestled against the rubbery material.

He squeezed himself out of the stall. A careless smack of his hips against the wall set his whole stallionhood bouncing, swaying from side to side and smacking against his thighs. Eyeing himself in the mirror, Soarin’ was suddenly doubtful of this plan. The speedo outlined everything: from his cum-laden orbs to the fat, thick head resting on top of them. The pouch might have been big enough to hold him, but it would do just about nothing to conceal him.

Then again, Rainbow Dash seemed to have encountered the same situation. If she was regarding it as a problem, she sure wasn’t showing it. She eyed her reflection in the mirror beside him. She had her hands on her ample hips and had hefted her ass up and to the side, so that she had a full view of her Cutie Mark and bust in profile. Bringing her hands up to her chest, she gave each of her breasts a squeeze, shivered, and nodded in approval.

Her eyes flickered up to Soarin’s reflection. “Ready to go?” she asked.

Soarin’ did his best to grin back. “As I’ll ever be,” he said.

As Soarin’ made his way out to the pool, he was acutely aware of everypony’s stares.

It was hard to miss, really. From the second the pair stepped out of the locker room and into the glaring summer sun, all eyes were on them. Stallions gaped at Soarin’s physique, and mares drooled at it. More than one mare spared a glare of envy for Rainbow Dash, too. She didn’t seem to care—or if she did, she was savoring it. She walked along the scalding cement with a haughty step, letting her hips sway from side to side. Her boobs bounced up and down as she walked. Her plump buttcheeks slapped against her thighs with each step, sliding against each other with a slip-slap as she lifted each foot up into the air.

It was a crowded day, but after a good two minutes of searching, they managed to find an open spot. Rainbow spread her towel out over an inclined beach chair then plopped down onto it, the impact sending her oversized flank rippling. She flopped her back onto the seat and grinned up at Soarin’, her hands resting on her lap.

“Hey, Soarin’,” she said. He knew that look. He definitely didn’t trust it. “Think you’d mind putting some suntan lotion on my back? Can’t really reach it on my own.”

Soarin’ almost said yes. Then, he glanced around. More than one pony in their immediate vicinity was still staring at them, whether from over a pair of sunglasses or beneath the brim of a sun-hat. He was suddenly very aware of the way his overpacked bulge had been bouncing on the walk over here. “Uh, I don’t know if that’s such a good idea,” he said. “Maybe we can go back and do it in the locker room?”

“Come on, Soarin’,” Rainbow said. She turned over onto her front, then pushed her rump a few inches higher into the air. It filled his vision, teasing him as it jiggled. “It’s in the bag. I don’t want to burn up out here. Especially,” she added, glancing back over her shoulder, “when there’s so much of me to burn.” She gave her generous flank a squeeze and winked. He noticed that her Cutie Mark was wider than her hand and gulped.

“No,” Soarin’ said quickly. “Not at all.”

“Good.” Rainbow turned back and rested her face on the chair. “Now c’mon, bud. Gotta lather me up before my coat turns red ‘stead of blue.”

It took Soarin’ around ten seconds to find the suntan lotion in their backpack. He grabbed it out of an internal pocket and held it up to the light. It looked so tiny in his hand, so fragile. Tenderly, he cracked open the top held it over his open hand. Estimating the surface area of Rainbow’s back, he squeezed a good amount out onto his palm and lathered up his hands with it. It smelled sweet, like coconuts.

Once his hands were covered in lotion and smelling like a tropical island, Soarin’ paused. He stood at the end of Dash’s chair, hovering in place like a lost puppy. The safest option, he decided, would be to do her—cover her, he thought quickly—from the side.

He got down on his knees and placed both hands on her back. It was a bit of an uncomfortable position, especially given how the cement scalded his kneecaps, and how his bulge was squished against the side of her chair, but it was better than the alternative. Somewhat timidly, he began to rub the lotion into her coat, covering her with the sweet-smelling stuff.

“No, no,” Rainbow mumbled. She lifted her muzzle from her crossed arms and gave him an annoyed look. “Gotta do it from straight on, buddy. Get right in there. None of this sideways crap.”

“But—”

“C’mon.” She bit her lip, then raised a teasing eyebrow at him. “Don’t you wanna do me right?”

There was no way she’d missed the double entendre in that. “B-but there are other ponies watching,” Soarin’ said.

“So?” Dash said. She cocked her head. “It’s just a bit of lotion. S’not like we’re fucking in the middle of the pool.” A wicked smile crossed her face. “Unless—”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Soarin’ said. His cheeks burned. He felt more than a little bit scandalized already, and going through with this would look like… Well.

Still, he felt a small sense of pride flickering in his chest at the sight of all those gazes weighing on their bodies. Both he and Rainbow were all but larger than life now, and they made sure that everypony else knew it. It may be improper, but didn’t it feel good to know how striking a figure they both cut now?

“Right,” Soarin’ muttered, more to himself than anything. He slung a leg over Rainbow’s chair, easily straddling it. He slowly crouched down toward her. His massive bulge came to rest right over her equally massive asscheeks, her warm flesh rippling slightly at the touch. Biting his lip, Soarin’ slowly leaned forward and began to rub.

“Mmff,” Rainbow groaned. She had her muzzle pressed into her forearm, and both her eyes closed. “Now that’s the stuff.”

It was impossible for Soarin’ to ignore the way his overpacked pouch was cradled between the cleavage of Rainbow’s asscrack. He did his best to focus on the task at hand, holding his tongue between his teeth as he rubbed the lotion into Rainbow’s upper back. Rainbow let out a soft moan as his hands moved up between her shoulderblades. When her rump flexed against his balls, Soarin’ let out a soft groan. When his eyes fluttered open again, there was an unmistakeable damp spot on the front of his speedo where a bit of pre had spurted out. A blush on his face and a stirring in his crotch, Soarin’ tried to force his gaze forward, rather than letting it drift down to Rainbow’s ever-enticing hips and flank. He had to keep things clean. He couldn’t lose control now.

But as he kept rubbing, he was rapidly beginning to find that task impossible. He pulled his hands down Dash’s sides, leaving long streaks of lotion behind in her warm fur. His hands traced down to her waist, then curved out around her hips.

“Get everywhere,” Dash mumbled. “Can’t go...burnin’ up.”

Soarin’ tried to stop himself, but his unconscious knew what it wanted. Before he knew it, he was kneading the lotion in Rainbow’s flanks. He massaged her hefty ass with slick palms, his fingers digging deep into her pillowy rump as he worked. Rainbow’s soft moans were like music to his ears.

Who cared if someone was watching? Soarin’ found himself falling into a slow, easy rhythm. His breaths came long and even, his chest inflating impressively whenever he took a breath. He rocked back and forth, his heavy bulge grinding against Rainbow’s thighs while he lovingly fondled, massaged, and groped her ass. Her globes of flesh lovingly wrapped around his fingers, each pump of his wrists sending jiggles through the curvature of her entire flank. He was lost in reverie, his mind drifting between those two huge, pillowy cheeks.

“Hey.” Rainbow’s voice cut through his mind like a knife. Soarin’s gaze jerked upward. Rainbow was glancing up at him over her shoulder. A smile tugged at her lip. “I think I’m done. Thanks, stud.”

“Oh.” Soarin’ stared dumbly for a second, then realized that his hands were still planted firmly on her ass. He quickly pulled his hands back and stepped back. His bulge flopped heavily against his thighs. It felt stiffer, more tightly packed than before. It throbbed against the bounds of the speedo. It felt almost...disappointed. His cheeks burning, he saw Rainbow’s ass wobbling in the bottom of his peripheral vision and blushed even hotter.

Rainbow chuckled, then turned over onto her back. She winked up at him, then reached for the lotion bottle. He handed it to her, his thoughts spinning slightly. “Thanks,” she said again, then stuck out her tongue. “I think I can take it from here.”

She leaned forward, unconsciously squeezing her breasts between her upper arms. She squeezed a dollop of suntan lotion onto her hand. She cupped her lotion-slick hands beneath her bust, then grabbed her breasts in either hand. She gave a soft moan of satisfaction and began to rub the lotion into her chest.

Ten seconds later, with her massive tits still squeezed between her palms, Dash glanced up at Soarin’ and gave him a deadpan look. “You gonna stand there watching all day, lover-colt?”

Soarin’ started. “Oh, uh—no. Sorry.”

“Not that I mind.” Rainbow’s grin widened. “Maybe—”

“I think I’ll go take a dip,” Soarin’ blurted. “In the, uh, pool, I mean.” He did his best to keep from thinking about how small his pouch was suddenly feeling.

“Got it.” Rainbow snapped a finger in his direction. “I’ll join you in a sec. Just lemme finish up here.”

Somewhat relieved, Soarin’ nodded down at her, took a breath, and turned away.

They’d settled in right near the edge of the pool, so the water was mere feet away. Soarin’ took a step forward, then stopped. His toes wiggled on the hot concrete. The water looked incredibly enticing. He almost wanted to dive right in. His muscles tensed, preparing him for that familiar thrust forward.

But he couldn’t. Soarin’ looked down at himself, realized just how big he was, and blushed. A stallion of his size jumping into a pool that crowded might well hurt somepony, and that was without considering the amount of water he’d splash all over the poor sunbathers. And, he figured, smacking his junk against a hard liquid surface wasn’t sounding like the hottest idea right now.

Ten seconds later, he found himself wading in through the shallow end of the pool. The cool water swished around his shins, then his quads as the pool deepened. He eased himself in, taking each step in time. He couldn’t help but feel slightly self conscious. At his height, he towered above the rest of the ponies around him, let alone the colts and fillies that were playing around in the shallow end.

His pecs jutted out proudly in front of him; probably the only reason he could see anything below his chest was the sheer size of his package and legs. His crotch was borderline obscene, even clothed; the pouch of his speedo strained to hold the bulk of his package in. At least the water was good, Soarin’ decided, a light blush still coloring his cheeks. The damp stain on his suit wouldn’t be anywhere near as visible now.

Even as he waded deeper into the water, Soarin’ still felt overly large. It was hard not to—every part of him bulged. Water that had once overlapped his stomach now came up only to his hips. His bulge actually glided through the water, floating a bit toward the top. It finally sank, thankfully, as he waded deeper into the six-foot-deep section of the pool.

Soarin’ sighed peacefully. He leaned against the side of the pool and relaxed for a moment. The sunlight was warm on his coat, and the gentle swishing of the water against his crotch and muscles felt good. Not sensually so, but...good.

After a minute or so, Soarin’ felt an itch on the back of his neck. He peeked through one eye out over the pool. A stallion—Caramel, Soarin’ thought, recognizing his amber-gold coat and brown mane—was looking at him. Was staring at him, actually, given that he’d been looking Soarin’s way ever since he’d first closed his eyes.

“Uh.” Soarin’ put on his best Wonderbolt grin. He gave a little wave. “Hey there. Nice day for a swim, huh?”

Caramel blinked. “Yeah,” he said. His voice sounded odd, distant. His eyes didn’t twitch from Soarin’s figure; instead, they stayed glued to his crotch, occasionally darting up to Soarin’s chest or stomach. “Really nice.”

Soarin’s grin began to strain. He knew when he was being ogled. Shifting somewhat uncomfortably—but also somewhat pridefully; he couldn’t help it—he just loved being looked it—he tried to give Caramel a hint. “You going to, uh, go back to swimming or anything?”

Caramel just vacantly nodded. It was clear he wasn’t listening. A thin line of drool actually slipped down the side of his muzzle.

“Right!” Soarin’ clapped his hands. Chuckling awkwardly, he reached over and lifted the edge of one of the pool lanes a few inches into the air. “Nice talking to you, too.” He hurriedly ducked underneath, holding his breath as his head went underwater.

His hands found the poolside easily; on reflex alone, with the gurgling of water filling his ears, Soarin’ turned his body horizontal and pushed off of the wall. His powerful legs flexed, then shoved him forward. His hands snapped into a streamline position, his wings tucking in tight behind him.

Now this was more like it. He was back in his element; he was moving. Flying was his life—as long as he could remember, he’d lived in the air, with his time on the ground being just an intermission between flights. Swimming through the pool was, of course, not entirely like flying. The water was a lot thicker, with miniature currents swirling around every curve and ripple of his body, holding him back. His package alone created a huge amount of drag, and the rest of his muscled body wasn’t exactly streamlined, either.

Still, swimming felt right. And Soarin’ felt good—great, even. He pulled through the water with powerful strokes, his arms bulging as they shoveled huge volumes of water around him. He crossed the pool in half the time he usually did, then grabbed the wall and pushed off again. His broad shoulders filled two-thirds of the entire lane, and he found himself having to keep from accidentally brushing against the sides. He went through a half-dozen laps, freestyle, before he heard a loud splash beside him.

Soarin’s head popped up above the surface. He sucked in a long, greedy breath, then stood up to his full height. The water poured off of his shoulders and pecs—and onto Rainbow Dash’s head.

She was standing on the other side of the lane, in the free swim area. “Hey, stud,” she said, grinning. She patted the water’s surface. “Come join me over here.”

“You got it,” he said. He took a breath then dove back underwater. When he came back up again, he shook his mane dry, showering her with water. Dash yelped when the cold droplets hit her cheeks, then let out a loud “Hah!” as she splashed him with both hands. He retaliated with an even larger wave of water. Before long, they were both soaked, laughing as water streamed down their bodies in clear, cool rivulets.

It was impossible to miss the way the water streamed across her chest, beading right on the edge of her breasts and quivering in little droplets on her nipples. Soarin’ certainly got an eyeful; Rainbow’s already-scandalous bathing suit had become damp and nearly transparent from the water. He could see the dark bulges of her nipples poking against the tiny cloth squares that purported to “cover” her chest.

Just as his crotch began to stiffen again, Rainbow caught his eye. She grinned. “Aren’t they great?” she asked. She cupped her hands around her bust and gave it a quick shake. It took her some effort, though - those jugs looked heavy. Soarin’ licked his lips as Rainbow’s fingers trailed across her acres of jiggling flesh. “Everypony’s been complimenting me about them today.” She gave a bark of laughter. “Now I know how Rarity and Fluttershy feel.”

She gave her breast another squeeze. A soft moan eased out of her throat, her eyes fluttering shut as her copious titflesh oozed out between her fingers.

“Uh, Dash?” Soarin’ glanced around the rest of the pool. Nopony was really paying much attention to them, thankfully, but he didn’t want to take any chances. “Are you sure you want to do that? Here?”

“C’mon, lame-ass.” Dash smirked up at him. “Gotta have a little fun. Let loose, y’know?”

“In the middle of the pool?”

“Sure,” she said. She spared a smirk for a few of the surrounding ponies. “Makes their lives a little bit more interesting.”

She stepped toward him. Her massive breasts were just inches away from his stomach, her erect nipples clearly straining against her bikini strap. Soarin’ gasped when Rainbow’s hand darted out and squeezed his fat bulge. Her hand was far too small to circle even his flaccid shaft, but his libido certainly got the message. He took a deep breath, trying to keep himself under control as blood and arousal pumped through his body and into his crotch.

“What’re you doing?” he hissed.

“Enjoying the company of my coltfriend, duh.” Dash shot him a lazy smile. Her finger traced across the fat bulge of his flare, then sank under the water and began to massage the surface of his latex-clad nuts. “He even dressed up for me. Pretty sweet, huh?”

Soarin’ groaned. Dash’s teasing was beginning to accomplish the very thing he’d been resisting all afternoon. He felt his member stirring, a powerful python that, once awakened, would be more than happy to tear its way out of the prison containing it. While he’d love that in the bedroom, it happening out in public wasn’t exactly something he was looking forward to.

But Dash’s teasing was incredible. He glanced down and found he couldn’t resist: her full lips, her soft chest, the hungry look in her eyes. Before he knew he’d bent down to catch her muzzle in his own. Their lips pressed together as his tongue delved hungrily into her mouth, her own tongue dueling and twisting with his as their bodies pressed together.

As he explored her mouth, Rainbow continued to explore his crotch. One of her hands wandered up to his hip, then slid around his waist until it found his Cutie Marks. She gave his flanks a firm squeeze and Soarin’ groaned as he pulled out of the kiss. “That’s my lover-colt,” Rainbow murmured, giving his tight bubble butt another squeeze.

Soarin’ groaned again. He was halfway hard already; there was no way his speedo could contain him much longer. His big hands pushed under the water, and before he knew it, he’d slipped his flare through one of the leg holes. It was incredibly tight - the suit had never been meant to stretch to hold two “legs” in a single hole - but the sensation only made him harder. Soarin’ grunted, his crotch throbbing as both of Dash’s hands went to work on his heavy nutsack. Her hips swayed gently under the surface of the pool. Water swished around his balls, the pool currents caressing his package and pushing his arousal even higher.

“Mmff.” Dash grinned up at him and gave his shaft a squeeze. “Good ‘n hard. And nobody can even see.”

Soarin’ gave a strangled gasp for air, a particularly intense throb of arousal pushing through his thoughts. “I can see,” he mumbled.

Rainbow Dash only smirked. “Good,” she said. “Means you’ll be able to see this.” She took a deep breath, her cheeks puffing out, and dove under the water.

“Dash, what’re you - “ Soarin’ sucked in a breath as Rainbow Dash gave his package a big hug. Her arms wrapped fully around it, embracing his stallionhood. Her massive breasts squished around it, oodles of her naked titflesh wrapping around his erection and sinking around it. Soarin’ groaned, swaying slightly as Dash kissed, squeezed, and played with his growing erection.

To any onlookers, the only pony visible was Soarin’. Dash was, for all intents and purposes, invisible beneath the surface. Meanwhile, Soarin’ was standing stock-still, doing his best to keep from moaning as Dash jerked him off underwater. He was still blushing wildly, a sensation which only redoubled when he felt his cock spurt out a healthy dose of precum. Rainbow Dash’s tongue lapped up against his slit, and he shivered, tingles running up and down his spine.

She gave his huge nuts a squeeze, rubbing them through the speedo. Soarin’s hips jerked, and he groaned softly. A familiar pressure was building up at his crotch, mounting by the second.

“Rainbow,” he mumbled. “I don’t think - ah, ooh - “

How the hay was she holding her breath this long, anyway? Too turned on to think any further, Soarin’ just twitched madly as Dash pleasured him with every inch of her scantily clad body. He grunted, wheezing as he struggled to hold back the rising tide. He couldn’t cum in the pool. He couldn’t. It’d get everywhere - everyone would see - everyone would be swimming in it.

And yet Dash’s soft breast flesh continued to squeeze around his erection, making it even harder as it pushed its way out of its pouch. The tightness of Soarin’s suit only pushed him further, the confined space grinding against his heavy balls in a way that stimulated him past all reasonable control. Taking a final breath, Soarin’ glanced down - and saw Dash’s massive ass sticking out, rippling in time with the waves as she jerked him off for all she was worth.

Soarin’ moaned again, the pressure of Dash’s tits around his shaft almost too much to bear. When the pressure in his nuts finally reached a breaking point, he felt his whole body thrum, his muscles bulging reflexively as his whole sack retracted toward his crotch.

He would’ve cried out, but he’d bitten down on his lip so hard that it hurt. Instead, then, Soarin’ whimpered as overwhelming pleasure thrashed in his veins. A huge amount of cum came splurting out of his cup, rope after rope, gallon after gallon. His milky-white load mixed with the pool water, with gallons of his seed spreading across the pool lanes within seconds. Soarin’ grunted again and again, his hips jerking and stirring up eddies in the water as Rainbow’s magnificent tits milked him for every drop. More than one rope of his spunk splattered straight onto Rainbow’s face, folding gently over her body as the water caressed his crutch.

By the time he’d finished, Soarin’ would swear that the water level in the pool had risen by a good quarter-inch. A huge cloud of hot, creamy white surrounded him, his enormous balls heaving after spilling their load into the pool. Panting, Soarin’ realized that everypony was now surrounded by—swimming in, even—his masculinity. The thought was incredibly hot.

He then felt a gentle, almost tender touch pushing his erection back into its pouch. A still-twitching Soarin’ graciously accepted, grateful that his stallionhood was at least a bit more manageable after being taken care of. A heartbeat later, Rainbow popped out of the water, her head bursting from the surface as she gasped for air. Her boobs bounced magnificently, drops of water going everywhere as her whole body shook in the warm, cum-filled water.

She looked up at him and grinned, her chest heaving. “See?” Dash said, beaming. “I told you the pool would be fun.”