Cherilee eagerly tugged on the leash, yanking him along, the sodden stallion trailing water behind him on the mats, coughing and struggling to breathe as that collar loosened and tightened around him with the sharper pulls from her arm. “Let’s go naughty boy. Can’t let that feisty pegasus get bored can we? No we can’t…” She didn’t even bother letting him reply. It wouldn’t have mattered, even if he could get around that collar. She drug the stallion back into the weight room, Arctic stumbling over his hooves, and the extra weight tugging at his groin. His balls, already three times the size of his head, were a few inches larger with water, and his cock, softened, flopped around in front of him too, his mixed emotions refusing to allow it to really retract into its leathery home. He ambled through the doorway, his stomach finally empty, or well, all the excess water was gone anyway, a thin trail leaking from under his tail.

He looked over at Spitfire after Cherilee stopped him, watching her go to the fiery-maned mare next. She was...heavily swollen, and muzzled too? He wanted to ask what, why, so many questions, but for the time being, he wisely chose not to say a word. His eyes roamed over her bra-clad breasts, to her heavily swollen belly, easily pregnant, even looking overdue. Her legs were spread with a spreader bar, revealing her toned legs, and thighs covered in her tight-fitting workout shorts. After a second look, he could see those legs were shaking, the mare seemingly having trouble holding herself up, giving her colleague quite a glare.

“Oh come now, it’s just some extra weight...can’t be that bad can it?~” Cherilee’s voice remained sweet as silk, yet those smoky eyes trained on Spitfire’s legs clearly indicated at something else. “So angry...something the matter?~” A purple-fingered hand slid over that swell, before pressing lightly. The immediate shift in the golden mare’s expression told her all she needed. “Oh my...I think you’re about ready…~”

Spitfire’s simmering anger turned to desperation from the new pressure. Of course, over the time the others had been gone, some of that water weight moved lower, passing through her, filtered and processed, and was now ready to make an exit! But she couldn’t go! Not with her clothes still on, or in view of this mare and her pupil! She just felt her eyes water a bit from the strain, her legs shaking worse, as she silently pleaded with Cherilee. Muzzled or not, no words were really needed.

Arctic was so lost in trying to piece it together, he startled and yelped softly at the renewed tightening around his throat. The big pegasus staggered towards the mares, Cherilee cruelly yanking extra yard to throw his weight towards Spitfire, then kicking a boot hard into the back of his knee, sending him down to the ground. That boot came back swiftly, kicking him in the rear to jolt his upper body up straight with a grunt. Then he felt the cold metal, and heard the ratchting teeth of the shackles around his wrists behind him. No, not simply handcuffs, but thick, iron shackles for the strong pegasus, judging by the feeling encircling his forearms and wrists. Damn was this mare prepared!

Cherilee grabbed Arctic by the collar, unclipping the leash, using it to tie his wings closed, locking the clasp around the loop, just to be sure. “Good boy...now.” She tapped and prodded him into place, on both knees, arms behind him, and muzzle turned forwards, right level with Spitfire’s crotch. A few quick, deft motions with a small blade had those shorts off, the fur underneath unharmed, despite the shaking. “Should’ve removed those before….oh well! School’s a place to learn, right? Oh don’t look at me like that. I’ll buy you another pair later. You’ve got more…” She pushed on Spitfire’s lower belly now, hearing a gasp and whimper filter through the muzzle above. “...pressing matters.” She turned her gaze to Arctic. “Be a good boy and get those panties aside, and let’s give you a new task. Spits here’s about to show you what happens when you can’t quite control certain muscles. Let’s call it an anatomy lesson.”

Spitfire looked on in desperation, fear, concern, and growing arousal. The latter was subdued further at the sight of a small device in Cherilee’s hand. A small click of a button, and a tiny arc of electricity crossed between two leads on the end. “N-nmm!” She let some slip just then, the small trickle hotly spreading to her panties, making a wet spot there, though they were already soaked in sweat.

Arctic barely hesitated, mistaking the wetness for arousal. Spitfire must be a real-...this wasn’t mare honey. No, the scent of ammonia was strong, the taste on his tongue, froze in mid-lick, was salt, not sweet, or tang. Bitter, and salty, and very warm. This was urine. All too late, he was putting the pieces together. Spitfire’s stomach was swollen with water! And, it all had to go somewhere. Oh...oh dear.

The sharp crack and jerking pain searing hotly across his shoulder got that tongue unfrozen in a hurry. “What’s the problem Frost? She needs some relief, and you’re the perfect stud for her right?” She brought the riding crop firmly down again, drawing a fresh red line on his other shoulder, down his upper back, thankfully missing his wing.

Spitfire did her best to hold on, but the feeling of Arctic and the sound of that impact had her losing a little more. She could see it coming, but she wasn’t prepared to see who she thought was a nice, homely teacher act in such a way, sinfully dark outfit or not. She winced, looking down, only to watch in suspenseful surprise as the white stallion’s teeth took and tugged her panties down to stretch to her knees, then that muzzle was between her thighs, licking and prodding at her folds, even teasing the little patch hiding her love button. “M..mm-mph?” Did he know what he was about to be getting into? Seeing his bound wings and arms, perhaps it didn’t matter.

Cherilee was nearly giddy from watching the stallion take to task, though she kept her composure. She brought up the taser, and prodded the mare with it, making sure the voltage was rather low. “Well, you’ve had a drink. I’d say it’s time he had his.~” She pressed the button, and a sharp gasp, followed by a whine from the mare, and then a tensing and relaxing of muscles from the waist down, the cuffs drawing tight at holding her up from her arms alone as the prongs tickled and sent little jolts through her groin.

It felt so good to release, and have all that tension fade away, in that split second. It came rushing out, hot, harsh, and full of pheromones, salty, and incredibly potent. Immediately she felt the pressure in her bladder lessen, as the acrid, unbroken stream rushed out, and Spitfire, despite her misgivings, groaned, happy for the release, unable to stop if from splashing all over the captive stallion below.

Arctic barely closed his eyes in time, initially from the tingling of electricity over his tongue from the proximity of the prongs, and then from the sudden gush and spray of mare piss over his nose and lips. He didn’t know what to do at first, stunned, and he felt a hand grab his mane, shoving it under the spray. The mistress mare let the errant twitching of Spitfire’s sex push the stream around, until it soaked his mane and ran down his face, turning white fur yellow. He felt his head pulled back, his lips shoved against the stream as the flow continued, not subsiding in the least. It washed over his tongue, the stallion feeling the bubbling stream fill his muzzle, until he was gulping it down, feeling the warmth begin to pool in his belly. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter, swallowing repeatedly, only letting the bitter taste linger until he had to swallow again. Soon he was downright chugging it, the flow so rapid he could barely keep up, even with his big muzzle!

“Luna’s flank slut...and I thought you’d be resisting me, revolted from it, but you’re just taking it aren’t you? What a dirty stallion, drinking a mare’s piss like that. Fuck’s sake, look at you go….~” She was biting her lip now, wanting to move a hand to her own groin, the padding inside her suits’ crotch soaked through already, the fur around her inner thighs beginning to wet down. She watched his belly begin to swell as he gulped and swallowed, beginning to cough a little, urine spraying from his nose as he gagged, his body rejecting the fluid, or telling him he’d had enough. Maybe it was both. Still, the shot only spattered against the gold mare, then dripped back onto his lips. He was back to his rhythm in no time, throat bobbing with each rich, heady mouthful, taking all he could. Whether it be to avoid her displeasure, to help Spitfire, or to serve his own desire, she didn’t know, but by Celestia it was hot to watch the big male be reduced to a mere urinal, and for a bound mare no less!

Arctic opened his eyes to slits, tongue extending out to press to her folds, as he swallowed, and gulped down more, beginning to wonder when the flow would wane. He took a breath, his muzzle rapidly filling, before he was frantically emptying his mouth to make room for more. He found himself almost revolted from the activity alone, but yet it fueled a deeper need, something it seemed Cherilee, was beginning to pick up on as she taunted and teased the stallion. He yelped, piss leaking and spraying from his muzzle as the crop caught him again, leaving droplets all over the mat under Spitfire, and then again he grunted, feeling the harsh strike on his rump. He didn’t know what he’d done to earn those, but perhaps the earth mare was growing bored.

“Aww...you spilled some…~” Cherilee’s voice floated over, the mare smirking as the pegasus drank, Spitfire’s belly looking much smaller. She waited for the flow to wane, then tugged the stallion back, using a boot to send him over onto his chest, rounded belly pressing along the base of his shaft as he was made to lay atop it. “There...your fur will mop it well...oh, and it looks like Spits isn’t done...quite yet.”

Indeed, the goldenrod pegasus mare’s flow was waning, her belly mostly back to normal, but the rest of it rained down onto the stallion’s back, soaking his feathers before dripping down onto the fur below. His fur was thick, absorbing much of the musky fluid, as Spitfire watched her bladder’s contents spread across him. Of course, his bloated balls and belly made the slope of his torso angled, the urine crawling through up his shoulders, down his neck, to puddle on the mats under his chin. She couldn’t see his head, but from Cherilee’s expression, it looked like he’d begun to work on getting that up, while she finally spent the last few drops, the final trickles soaking small rivulets down her thigh. “Mmhhph...nn..” She sighed through her nose, shuddering a small bit as she shakily pulled on the cuffs, getting her knees to straighten, back on her hooves as she realized she could move them properly again. She looked between Arctic and Cherilee, watching the dominatrix as she handled her charge. Her eyes narrowed. She’d wait for a moment to get back at her colleague, that was for certain, but, she was also, feeling a little more wet down there than she should be.

Cherilee let up on the stallion, reaching up to unchain the mare, holding her cuffed arms in front of her, now reduced, stomach. “Didn’t that feel great? You should see what else that tongue can do.” She unlocked the cuffs, reaching down to get the spreader too, finally setting those to the side and getting behind the golden pegasus to unstrap her muzzle, leaving her free, patting her cheek with a leather-clad palm. “Hope you learned your lesson.”

Spitfire just snorted in flustered anger, glaring daggers at the earth pony, not daring to speak, still stuck with the image of the piss-stained stallion under her.

Arctic felt himself tugged back up, the mats not spotless, but there was less left then there should’ve been. Of course he’d lapped it up, knowing he better do everything he could to avoid the sting of the crop, his ass still tingling a bit. He found himself on both knees, legs spread to let his balls and shaft settle between them, the latter firming back up slowly, but surely. He looked back behind him, the horse’s arms and wings still bound up, and now the angle made him lean backwards, his swollen, warm belly settling on the top of his shaft, smushing his balls to the padded floor. He just focused on not toppling back, while Cherilee secured his bonds.

Perhaps Cherilee should’ve paid more attention to Spitfire, before she felt her bust squeeze into her back as strong arms slid from behind under her own, fingers and palms coming up around the back of her neck, forcing her chin to her chest and yanking her arms upwards, preventing them from swinging back entirely. “What do you think you’re doing?! Hey!”

Spitfire yanked her up to her hooves, dragging her in front of the bound pegasus, and then with a hoof into the back of her knee, drove her to the floor, using her hold, and weight to drop her further, releasing her arms, only to push her front down onto the mat, perfectly positioned to shove her nose right into Arctic’s balls. She was quick to keep on the dominatrix, knee coming down on her hips as her hands grabbed her mane and shoulder. “I’m making you submit, making me piss all over him, I can’t believe you. Now get a good breath bitch.” Even if she might have liked it, a little, maybe, she’d still make her colleague pay for that thought too.

Arctic could only watch in surprise, gasping as Spitfire hefted one of his overblown orbs, and stuffed Cherilee’s head under his balls, letting their weight settle over her head. Spitfire turned around then, sitting on Cherilee’s back, rubbing her fingers between the mare’s flailing legs, avoiding her random kicking, looking back at the shocked stallion instead. “Don’t think you’re off the hook, slut. I watched you enjoy everything...but a little payback is in order.”

Cherilee’s world was dark, hot, and humid, the stallion’s typical hygiene undone from all he’d been subjected to, and now those overfilled, musk-laden balls were practically smothering her with masculine scent. She wriggled, drawing in air to yell, only finding every move stymied, her nose against his taint, sweat dripping down, making her makeup begin to run. She tensed up too, as she felt hands over her own crotch through her clothes. “F-fkmph!” She wriggled, feeling her simmering lust beginning to build quickly, those fingers, even though dulled, making her folds leak their own puddle over the mats.

Spitfire ignored Cherilee’s squirming, watching her lust pool on the floor. “That’s right, your turn to writhe! Dick-for-brains was bad enough, and now you want to come in here and take over in MY weight room?” Her fingers slipped under the crotch of the outfit, pushing into the sopping folds, pumping and circling around her entrance until it was grasping her fingers hard, a fresh gush of feminine lust spraying out. “Some dom you are, cumming from such a wimpy pegasus’ nuts on your nose.” She smirked, ignoring the fact that those balls covered a bit more than the nose alone. Eyeing the stallion they were attached to, watching the yellow coloration slowly seep downwards as the urine dried in his fur. “Don’t worry, I’ll give her a couple more, then maybe we’ll think about letting you cum.”

She gave Cherilee another 2 peaks, hammering her fingers in fast and grinding them all around, until Cherilee’s hips shook, more of that honey spreading along the floor, the gym teacher’s hand soaked through. She relented finally, wiping her hand on Arctic’s nose, then stuffing her fingers in his muzzle, the stallion dutifully licking them clean, a command Spitfire noticed, she didn’t even have to give. She let the earth pony up afterwards, giggling at her runny makeup, eye shadow and lipstick running darkly down. “I bet you couldn’t stop from licking him under there, could you?”

Cherilee was furious, sputtering and taking greedy lungfuls of the cleaner air in the gym, standing up. She gripped Arctic’s mane and pushed his face right into her own fluids all over the mat. “F-fucking..lick it up!” She was angry now, using Arctic since she could still control him. With him swiping his tongue over the mats again, she rounded on Spitfire, snorting through her nose, wiping some of the makeup from her face. “How dare you!” She grabbed the crop that’d been dropped earlier, brandishing it.

Her legs were shaking, but Spitfire wasn’t sure if she was still recovering, or simply that angry. “Hey ...c'mon ...you made me do...that! To him! I had to do something….and you fucking loved it, so drop the anger. Let’s focus on a more common goal now okay? Calm down.”

Her arm was already raised, but she lowered it, looking back at the pegasus finishing his work. “Hmph...fine, but you try anything more and I’ll make him plow your rump until you can’t sit for a week.” She moved back over to Arctic, not even bothering to hear Spitfire, expecting compliance. “Enjoying that little treat? Unexpected, but see, you’ll just do anything to please, won’t you?” She ruffled his wet mane, then tugged him back onto his knees again, waving Spitfire over. “Grab that plug? Yeah, no the medium one...yeah and the ring, yeah good, let’s get him plugged up.” She turned her eyes down to the stallion, straddling his head and looking into his eyes over her bust. “You didn’t think we’d give you any relief yet did you?~”

Arctic could only squirm and pull at his shackles as he felt his tip spread open, the plug stretching him firmly out, until the flat base covered the center of his tip. Spitfire had said they’d let him cum! Another clamping sensation surrounded the bumpy crown, just under, that ring tightening down against the plug’s narrowing base, just past its widest point, effectively locking it in. He barely had time to focus on that, watching as black leather was tugged aside, a familiar pad slipping out, deft fingers squishing it against his nose, making her lusty emissions trickle right into his nose, as her soaked nethers pushed to his lips, thighs straddling his muzzle and turning it up, her hips grinding it all over his piss-stained face, layering another fluid over it, dripping down the bridge of his nose, his cheeks, and his chin too.

“Get in there...oh yes...in fact...here...mph yes, you can take more. You’ll just keep taking more won’t you?” It was a question she didn’t really need an answer to. His position now was answer enough. Sopping pad covering his nose, forcing him to breath potent mare, or breathe through his mouth, fighting against her thighs and labia to breath around them while she smothered him. She cooed as his tongue pushed inside her, cleaning out any remnants of Spitfire’s deed.

He should’ve expected it, if he was thinking properly, but all he could smell and taste was mare. Well, that, and urine. The thin, hot splash spreading and fanning over his muzzle was the latter, Cherilee taking her turn to empty her own bladder over him, layering the pegasus in more wet mess. He shut his eyes, and opened his mouth, but she had other plans. Those hot, tight folds perched themselves on the bridge of his snout, and he could feel it trickling all down his front. It ran in a widening path, soaking over his chest and belly, marking the clean patches of fur not covered from Spitfire, mostly.

Cherilee slid back, letting him catch a mouthful or two, but then pulled back more, spreading her folds and letting the arcing stream splash down over his shaft and balls, thighs, to drop on the mat. “I own you now. All of you, Frost.” She slid back over his head sensually, releasing more into his sodden mane, letting the remainder run down his back. “Now everyone will know.” She said huskily, looking at Spitfire, behind her, just staring, a bit shocked. “Even if you marked him first.”

Spitfire was...conflicted. She’d plugged up his flare, and was watching it twitch and bob under its own power, as the literature teacher finished showering the big stud in piss. Her hand was between her folds before she even realised it, fiery orange-yellow tail lifting spastically behind her. Soon she slipped a finger inside, but it only drove her ache higher. She needed more! At Cherilee’s comment, she could only blush softly, not having the will for much more in the moment.

Arctic, bound as he was, could do little more than take it all, feeling the warm liquids running through his fur, down his back, dripping down the feathers of his wings. He looked to see Spitfire fingering herself, three fingers spreading herself open, pumping them in and out as Cherilee finished up. He was still achingly hard, balls still overfull from before, his need pestering him like it always did, but now it was so much worse! Two hot mares, and yet, no outlet, their scents clinging to his mind and arousal both.

“Such a good boy..who knew you were such a depraved colt?~” She grinned, pulling back entirely, glancing Spitfire’s way, then back to the pegasus stallion, taking in his appearance, much of his fur matted down and soaked through. Even his equipment shined with how she’d marked him, and she could only bite her lip at the sight. She moved behind her colleague and gave her a soft push towards him, eyeing the impressive length as hard as ever, and properly plugged. “Go on and give him a try. He’s a pleasing mount, aren’t you toy? That’s what you are aren’t you? Just a toy for us mares to play with. In more ways than I’d imagined, after today.~”

Spitfire pulled her hand from her nethers, and approached the stallion, looking down and trying to assert herself. Her and Cherilee were even now, and he did look ready for the taking. She moved her wet hand to his mouth again, and he was on it immediately, thick tongue sliding over and under and between all those digits until all that remained was saliva. “Goodness, you really are just, meant for this aren’t you?” She spoke less teasingly, more matter-of-factly, watching the subby pegasus slurp up every drop, even with that heavily bloated belly already full of both mare’s piss. Looking down past her breasts, the athletic mare looked at the flare, practically reaching her belly. The ring around it was thankfully coated in rubber, meaning she’d not have any discomfort, aside from perhaps, his size. “Luna’s flank you’re thick too..” She shifted her hips left and right, before deciding to go for it, and drop down. As soon as her warm folds pressed to that plugged flare, she could feel him throb against her in return. “Ohh...mnn……” She closed her lips, then pressed down, breathing out her nose, just like stretching exercises taught. This was after all, a decent one as she worked over the crown. Pretty soon she felt hands on her shoulders though, and stiffened. “H-hey wait!”

Cherille wanted to see this happen faster! She wanted those balls to swell up! She halted though, not quite impaling the other just yet. “Oh come on...you’re moving too slow! Here I thought you were used to strenuous lifts and stretches..~” She relented with a huff though, crossing her arms under her corset-clad breasts. “I’ll be nice this time.”

If Spitfire could smirk, she would. Looks like her little stunt might’ve helped her out! She looked back down as she felt Arctic push inch after inch deeper inside her, making a bulge in her trim abdomen. “Sun and Moon…” She swore softly, before sinking lower, lower...then winced, feeling him stretch her deeply, up against her cervix right as his thicker ring slipped inside her, straining her open further. Her fingers traced his mast, her free hand gripping his wet shoulder as she ground her dead-end against him, working it steadily. She gripped and squeezed her muscles, but the tightness was already making him twitch and buck more, she could feel every little bit.

Arctic snorted, eyes lidded as he savored the little taste of her, feeling that tight tunnel spread open and squeeze at him, first passively, then actively as the mare’s core pulled at him. What core strength too! It should’ve been expected from a mare like Spitfire, but he was already trying to hold back, even as his hips rocked on the ground, back bowing as he tried to thrust up. After the urine, then teasing, tasting, more scents...he was almost gone, and orgasm was rather rapidly approaching, whether he wanted it or not, free to release or not. His wishes didn’t seem to matter to them, only that he be there for their use, and abuse. Perhaps that was how it was meant to be?

“Ahn...come..on!~” She finally gasped out, feeling him push deeper inside her, that flare sliding up her abdomen, her folds meeting that rough sheathrim, right as his flare stopped just under her firm bust. Her head tilted back a bit, the mare closing her eyes and savoring the full feeling, every pleasurable nerve down drowning out the discomfort something like this should give her. “Oooh...oh yes..you’re right Cherilee, he is a pleasing mount! Yes you are.” She was looking down at him, beginning to ride him, squeezing around him as she lifted up, relaxing her muscles as she slid wetly down, her own arousal helping to keep him sliding in and out without too much friction. She made sure to ride him fully too, slow enough to squeeze that flare at the height of her motion, and yet deep enough to watch his spire bulge her out. She was almost fascinated, her hand sliding and tracing around it, using her palm to grind against him from outside.

Cherille couldn’t stand by anymore, grabbing the riding crop again, slinking behind the bound stallion. She swung down sharply, making him yelp in surprise and pain, bucking into Spitfire more from trying to jerk away from the pain than anything else. “Lets go! Your job is to please! Fill her already!” She timed her blows with Spitfire’s hips, making him buck and shift, while she watched him push out the front of that golden abdomen. She wanted her turn! Over and over she lashed across his back, until he was squealing out in release.

Spitfire could feel it too, flare spreading her even deeper, his tip somewhere behind her bust, spreading them partially to make more room for the monstrous length. “I don’t think he’ll be able to.” She moaned out, still bucking and riding him, squeezing him despite his failed release, feeling that mast firm up even more, as those weighty overgrown orbs pulled up, and his urethra thickened within her, spreading her just that extra bit more.

Arctic groaned, yelped and squealed in denied release, his balls and prostate squeezing hard to get that extra cum out! His cock bulged out underneath, until the rising tide met that damned plug, the ring cinched down keeping it from slipping out, no matter how much he wished it would. No...he was denied, those trembling nuts relaxing, then clenching again, only to swell larger as he backed up further. Every squeeze, another burst of cum stuffed back into those balls, until they were even larger by the end, filling every bit of space between his thighs, past his knees there on the mat, even cushioning Spitfire’s rump as her walls fluttered rapidly around him all of a sudden, the pegasus moaning loudly herself.

Cherille watched with unbridled lust as the stallion’s balls churned their way larger, while Spitfire painted his cock and sheath in another wash of her own lusts, enjoying the sight of that fat bulge twitching in denied pleasure. She was rubbing her folds through her clothes with a couple fingers, lightly toying with herself, before helping her colleague off him. “Look at those balls...heavy, achingly full...you can practically hear them making more can’t you?~” She glanced over to the water hose from before, letting Spitfire sit on the wet mats for now to recover. “In fact...change of plans. Let’s see just how much you can take!” She pulled the garden hose over, and with deft fingers, removed the ring, then tugged the plug out, only to catch the pressured jet stuck in his cock, flying to splatter over her corset’s chest. “Naughty boy...you just couldn’t hold it in? No matter, I’ll make sure you get plenty to make up for that too.” She cut the hose on rather low, just so it would be flowing, and worked the end against his tip. Pretty rapidly, his urethra bulged again, only this time it was from flare to base, the stallion gasping from the dual shock of the cold water, and from the sudden growing pressure in his balls.

Arctic could only watch in a mix of fear and surprise as the thick rubber hose was fed into his cock several inches, then more! Cherilee seemed intent on testing him however she could think. After a few feet of hose, almost to his base, she stepped back, and cut the flow up much higher, watching the stallion’s deep blue sack strain and stretch visibly to even greater dimensions, rising up, pushing his cock up to a higher angle as they swelled outwards too, stretching over his thighs tautly as they pressed forwards too. His eyes widened as his pupils shrank, the pegasus watching his balls fill up more of his vision, only to see a leather-gloved hand crank the valve open all the way.

Spitfire only sat there, stunned too, not just by Arctic’s assets swelling out impossibly, but by Cherilee’s wild look in her eye. “Uh...Cherilee? Let’s not get too carried away.” She got up, a bit shaky from her release earlier, steadying herself as those blue, leathery orbs strained to be as tall as her chest, wider than her, easily big enough to curl in with room to spare, pretty soon two of her!

Cherilee finally cut the flow off, grinning madly, tugging the hose out of Arctic’s now comparatively small cock, his body practically eclipsed by the twin orbs. She leered at him over their horizon, leaning an elbow into them as she stood there, smirking. Her elbow pushed in to the surface, revealing that somehow, they had plenty more give to them. “Still full of surprises aren’t you. I bet I could make you fill this whole room! Don’t think I’ve forgotten the shower earlier.” She leaned in, gripping his stained chin so he’d have to look at her. “Oh yes, I’ll have to really pull out the stops later...maybe with more friends.~” She giggled, letting him go. “Let’s see about emptying these cumtanks of yours first though. Harshwhinny’ll have my hide if you miss another day, as much as I’d love to see you disappoint her again.” The leather-clad mare slipped the pad off his nose, and tossed it to the mat, before straddling his cock, and with a slight shifting of the crotch of her corset, she spread herself around his spire, already feeling that precum working its way inside her, drooling past her lips to make more of a mess on his balls before running to the floor. “Mph, that’s it, fill me like you should colt!” She bore down, sliding all the way to his medial ring without much trouble, only to feel hands on her shoulders.

Spitfire smirked subtly, helping the other mare get past his ring, watching the bulge climb up her abdomen under the sexy black leather. “Let me. Always good to have a spotter when you’re going through so many reps.” She snickered at her own joke, before shoving harder, watching Cherilee’s muzzle part open in lust as she moaned, Arctic’s joining hers from the tight grasp, as Spitfire pushed her down to the hilt.

Arctic was moaning every breath he took, eyes practically rolling up, tongue pushing past his lips as steamy breath washed from his open mouth. He could barely take much more, so swollen, not just in the obvious, but he could feel Cherilee’s torso pressing into his belly too, his stomach still full of gallons of urine, among other things. He bucked up as Cherilee came down, Spitfire making sure each thrust was hard, shaking both ponies to their core.

Cherilee felt that hand leave her after a moment, and her hands moved to Arctic’s shoulders as she found her rhythm, riding him rough and fast, clenching hard on the way up and relaxing on the way back down, milking him firmly. “Let’s go stud! I know you’re just aching for relief. Fill me! Now!”

As if he wanted to do anything else. He flared with a sheer squeal reverberating off the cinderblock walls of the weight room, as he flared inside her womb, the first jet bloating her out obviously, the next making her look past due, the third leaving her near triplets! He was only aware of her middle pressing against, then swelling up, over, and then around his own bloated belly as he pumped gallons’ worth into her. There was a strained noise, a low creak, before a harsh, sharp tearing noise, making him look down in shock, half-wondering if she’d simply burst open.

Her corset had been strong, thick leather holding for a good deal, but even such a garment as that could only take so much, torn asunder by the pressure her hide was forced to hold. Cherilee only gasped in shock, looking to Spitfire. “H-help! Holy buck, get me off! He’s like a damn firehose!” She was pushing up with her legs, but her swelling belly was already getting too big, and those balls of his hardly looked any smaller at all!

Spitfire came over and heaved under her shoulders, tugging her up, only to slip on the slick mats and fall back with a shout, hearing Cherille make something between a cry and groan as Arctic’s cock apparently found a new place to fill. Getting back to her hooves and rubbing her head, she watched as Cherille’s rump sank down on him, that cumming cock providing more than ample lubrication, cum plentifully spurting back out of her pucker. The trickle slowed as the teacher turned dominatrix slipped lower on his pole, making it burrow deeper inside her, belly’s increasing weight forcing her lower as she swelled. Her stomach, above her womb, filled instantly, then swelled too, stretching the upper part of her belly, making it grow higher, pushing her breasts up as her body fought to find more room. With cum beginning to gush in waves from her tailhole and marehood, Spitfire covered her mouth in shock as Cherilee’s muzzle open, her next moan cut short as cum fountained from her muzzle, two smaller jets spurting from her nose. The mare was clearly out of room!

Cherilee was utterly full, her stomach pressing her womb to push out the cum there, only to strain larger and take up the extra space afforded inside her, until even that wasn’t enough, cum rushing out of every exit she had. Only, she still felt the pressure growing, her skin stretching higher, fuller, tighter, as her navel pushed out, her ruined corset tearing to the point it fell off her onto the floor. Once again, hands found their way under her shoulders, and she felt Spitfire heaving, gusts of wind marking her golden wings flapping too, straining to tug the mare off the equine hose filling her up. Finally with a grunt, Cherilee popped off, landing on the stud’s balls and rolling off onto her bloated tummy, cum positively spewing from all her holes as her weight squeezed down atop her middle.

Arctic was still going strong though, cumming buckets over the bloated mare, soaking her in cum, his freed cock twitching this was and that, cum arcing to spatter the floor the mares, his balls, anything in front of him within 25 feet! It was thick, heady, potent, ridiculous, and hot as Tartarus! Minute after minute went by, and those balls slowly shrank, stopping a more believable point, as large as two yoga balls, still much too large for him, but comparably much smaller than before.

Leaving Cherilee to drain out, and praising the large floor drains for handling the mess, she came over and gripped Arctic’s cock roughly, kneading it and stroking it fast and firmly, using his oversensitivity entirely to her advantage. “Luna’s mane you’re incredible Frost. I’ll have to keep you behind much, MUCH more often, but for now...let’s get all this pent up foal batter out!~” She knelt next to the bound stallion, and using her breasts and hands, she jerked him roughly, panting and licking over his leaky flare, admiring all it’s strong little twitches and throbs under her attentions.

Cherilee watched through the haze of cum over her face, and lust, as Spitfire worked diligently over his cock, while she slowly returned to the floor, pools of cum mingling with estrus running in thick waves, pools pilling and spreading further from the streams gushing from her. Her muzzle closed first, the mare letting the pressure equal out and regain her breath, as she left her rear and cunny relaxed, as her middle drained more. She was pretty sure she came again from that alone, but she could hardly make sense of the sensations anymore.

Arctic’s hips weakly jerked, the stallion looking pretty tired by now. The fighting, struggling, all the teasing, pleasing, it was all dragging on him. It wasn’t more than a few minutes until her felt Spitfire’s muzzle wrap around his flare and suck, proving to be the last straw for him. He grunted lowly and came with a sharp jerk of hips. Watching his gym teacher’s eyes open more, as his flare expanded inside her mouth. She gagged, cum pouring from her nose, before she pulled back, only succeeding in catching his flare on the back of her teeth. She was stuck!

Spitfire whimpered as she felt it pour out her nose, then down her throat into her belly as the male seeded her. Gulping down the salty flow, she dove forwards and stuffed him into her throat, letting him pump her up directly, since she couldn’t pull him out. Best to contain the mess, she figured, and the warm filling had its own draw to her too, even if she wasn’t one to enjoy such wild sizes too often. Her belly filled, and bloated out as his balls shrank, the athletic mare once again losing her toned middle for a paunch, then a swell, rounding out and pushing against the side of his own gut, until the was scooting back and leaning forwards more and more to make room and stay on him. Finally she was laying on her belly, leaning down to stay on his cock, as he finished up, finally spent, the stallion slumped forwards. It’d typically take several orgasms to work so much from him, but they’d really driven him hard, and he was all the more anxious to be empty.

Besides, from the look of Cherille as she stood up on wobbly legs, still leaking thick rivulets down her legs, and the half-dazed look of the mare bloating on his cock now...they were pretty tuckered out too. Stumbling over, Cherilee’s hands found Spitfire’s muzzle and tugged her off with a pop, letting his last few shots coat her face, and then letting him soften, and the mare settle atop her own cumbelly. Checking behind her, impossibly, she had cum running out of her own pucker. She’d taken so much she was already trying to be rid of it!

Undoing the shackles on his wrists, they fell to the floor with a clank, and the leash came out from around his bound wings too, dropping to the messy mats. A quick jab from the taser into his back, between his wings, had him yelp and come back to full consciousness as the electricity surged through him, his body now free, if spent. He rubbed his wrists, and glared up at the purple mare, before his expression softened. He was too tired to be upset, just happy to be free, feeling that things were finally drawing to a close. It was getting late now. He still had homework! Standing up, he ruffled his feathers, stretching, his wings, his arms, and his legs stiff after having been held still so long.

Cherille helped Spitfire up, getting her to lean back against a wall, the shelf of her belly extending a good few feet in front of her, reaching below her knees heavily, making even her strong legs buckle under the weight. A small bottle was pressed to her lips, and soon, that belly was shrinking to a much more manageable curve, about the size of a basketball, and the golden-furred pegasus was looking much better. “That’ll help convert all that protein into energy, just take it easy for a minute or two until it settles.”

Spitfire swallowed down the potion thankfully, watching her stomach diminish, and fresh life creep back into her limbs. She gestured to Arctic with a thumb. “Thanks. Let’s get this poor guy cleaned up and see about washing off all the mats. You are...insane, but I kinda like it.” Looking over to the stallion, she raised a brow, watching him stand there a bit lost-looking almost. “You alright there stud? I’m impressed you can still stand. Almost makes me wonder if you’re dragging behind in my class on purpose.” She smirked, watching him register her words, and sputter out some meek defense. “I’m joking. Let’s hit the showers.” Grabbing his leash from the floor, then clipped it on, tugging at him, reminding him of the way it closed around his neck from the motions. Let’s go Frost!”

Arctic stumbled after the bloated mare, Cherilee falling in line behind him, the two pregnant-looking mares not even giving him much leeway now. He followed Spitfire into the showers, already looking up to the multitude of heads, remembering Cherilee’s invasive toying with them earlier. Spitfire turned on a trio of them, and gestured for Cherilee to stand under one and wash up, soap on a small shelf in the center. The mare quickly got under the hot steamy spray, rinsing off her makeup, sweat, and all the stress of the evening, purring from the feel of the water as her hands roamed her body, lathering up her fur.

As Arctic moved to take the one next to her, the collar at his neck tugged harshly, making him choke and cough. “Oh, did you think you were going to be allowed to wash up?” Spitfire hauled on his leash, pulling him back and tying him off to one of the many support bars along the wall, meant to hold oneself up and prevent falls on the slippery tiles. They were anchored into the concrete beyond the tile walls, the perfect sturdy anchor point for the patchy yellowed and muskied stallion. “Silly colt.”

Spitfire joined Cherilee under the pillar of sprays, taking the one Arctic had moved for. Gazing over her shoulder at Arctic, she lathered up and moaned for his ears to hear, and pretty soon Cherilee was doing the same, catching onto the idea. The two sexy mares let his eyes roam their bodies, as they steadily washed themselves, and each other too, groping each other’s busts or rumps, even feeling over the swells of their middles all to tease the poor stallion. That third unused showerhead was pulled down, and the teachers took turns cleaning out their holes too, not to mention pleasuring each other with it. Each took an orgasm from the other, turning their rumps and hiking their tails each in turn to let Arctic gaze upon everything, letting him take in the show with no hope of joining it.

“Mph...so nice to be clean after all that. I think that’s the farthest I’ve seen him pushed yet.~” Cherilee’s voice purred over the flow of water, as she replaced the showerhead, and rinsed off the last of the suds, while Spitfire did the same, shutting off the water entirely once they were clean. As a pair, as if they’d shared some unspoken plan, they turned to him, and he only wilted a bit at the sight. Two busty mares, both softly swollen with his cum, and soaked through, letting him see every detail of those curves. His flare was peeking out, cock slipping down from all their teasing, and he’d just been emptied!

He could only stand there though. He hadn’t been ordered not to touch himself, but he wasn’t taking any chances. Cherilee came over and unleashed him from the metal bar, and the pair of mares walked him back to the weight room. Uncollaring the stallion, Cherilee looked him over. Yellowed along most of his fur, matted with sweat, marecum, even his own cum on his belly and balls, shiny and thickly-furred. She tossed him his clothes, and smirked. “You can wash when you get back him. Hope no one catches the scent of what you’ve been up to tonight naughty boy.~” She reached up and put a finger to his lips. “Don’t bother. Consider it your punishment we have to clean all this up! Messy boy.”

He frowned a bit, but nodded, sighing and rubbing his neck, happy to have that collar off. He quickly slipped on his clothes again, feeling how they stuck to him, some of the fabric even showing spots as it pulled various fluids from his fur. “Y-yes Mistress.” He was blushing a good bit now, ears pinned as ever as he backed up a few paces, unsure if he should really leave. “I c-could help though.”

Spitfire just came up next to her colleague and shook her head. “I think it’s pretty hot you have to wear us...well mostly her, home. You’ll do it too, and you’d better make it home and sleep, cause I’m sure Harshwhinny’ll have a hell of a time with you tomorrow.~ Now go on! Longer you wait, the darker it gets, and the more likely you’ll not even make it home…” She gave him a soft push to his chest, and smirked.

He nodded and looked a bit sheepish, before just turning and exiting the side door right outside the weight room, taking to the air and heading straight home. With any luck, he’d make it back, with no one seeing him, aside from the coloration of his wings. He flew quickly as his tired body could too, the cooler air helping him stay alert and awake for the trip.

Back at the school, the two mares giggled and recounted the last couple of hours, amazed at his performance, and what they’d learned about each other too. “You make a hell of a dominatrix. Didn’t think a homebody like you had it in you.” Cherilee glanced sideways as she grabbed the water hose from earlier, rinsing off the mats and letting it wash down the drains, walking around to make sure she got everything. “Oh? It’s always fun to surprise isn’t it? You were a bit more meek than I’d imagined.” Spitfire sputtered, picking up some of the toys and tools they used, washing them off and placing them in Cherilee’s duffel bag, grabbing up her torn shorts and the ruined corset, putting them in the trash. “Well excuse me for not being so used to being tied to a wall and being forced to urinate into my student’s mouths.” She shot back, folding her ears a bit.

Cherilee took it in stride. “And you watched him swallow it all down too. Quite the rush, I could see it in your eyes you know.” Rolling the hose up and shutting off the water, she helped Spitfire straighten up the rooms, replacing weights onto racks, and generally tidying up beyond what mess their fun had created. Taking a dress from her bag, she got dressed, and smoothed the front down, slinging the bag over her shoulder after. “You learned to keep me in the loop, and I learned to keep a better eye on you.”

Spitfire grabbed a spare uniform from a locker and slipped it on. “Fair enough. We’ll have to really think of something together for that pegasus with Whinny. Get some of the other staff in on it too. You know he was with Mrs. Shy and Mrs. Cake when y’all gave him a day off? With those assets he’s got, I wonder just how much he can take.” Cherilee’s eyebrows rose at that. “Did they really? Hmm...it’s settled then. We’ll have to see just who's all involved, and really break that colt.”

Parting ways with a friendly wave, the two teachers took their leave too, heading to their respective homes, each formulating different plans and ideas for the subby pegasus stallion. They’d have to get a lot of ponies on board, but first, they’d have to see what Harshwinny said tomorrow after her solo session with the colt. Celestia only knew what the poor white stallion had waiting for him then...

Author's Note

It's been a long year, but I'm happy to have this done. I sectioned this part off due to all the watersports content. If you've made it this far and enjoyed, let me know! I was going to put a place to skip to for those not wanting to read about that particular content, but it's pretty well mentioned throughout. Either way, let me know if it was worth the wait, or if there's places for improvement! Thanks again for those who stuck it out!

-GS