Soarin tilted his head a little to the side. "Just by topping you doesn't make me trust you as my top."

"But you're buckling my collar anyway?" Spicy asked, a smile slowly gaining ground at the corners of his mouth.

"You asked me to put it on, but I'm not going to top you, Spicy."

"Perfect! You understood my metaphor!" With his collar fastened, Spicy Hot took some prancing steps and showed it off to Spitfire. "You don't need a top to be submissive. You can build your own fantasy. What you need is a friend."

"I think I get it," Spitfire said. "It's like when I'm not in the mood, and no amount of Soarin being big and tough is going to get me there, but sometimes we're both just in the mood to let someone else take control."

"Kinda. Sorta. Not exactly. I'm not going to top either of you—much as I'd love to—because you wouldn't accept me in that role. So I'm not going to be any more dominant than usual when I dress you up in what you want, when I lock you up, or when I invite others to claim you," Spicy said.

Soarin thought on the distinction between the two things. His first time in this situation—with another stallion—would be odd enough for him without having a stallion be dominant too. "That makes me feel better about it, sure. What about you?"

"I can dig that, but it would have been a little more fun with a top. Maybe another time?" Spitfire looked at Spicy like a vegetarian looks at a salad.

"Foul temptress! Trying to cajole and pressure me to leave my darling!" Spicy Hot leapt to Soarin's side and wrapped his wings around Soarin's neck. "No! No I say thrice! You will never tease me away from my one true love!"

With a bat pony slumped across his back, Soarin looked beseechingly at Spitfire. "Why do you encourage him?"

"So he can have some fun groping my coltfirend," Spitfire said.

"See! See?! Even now she tempts me with the things I desire, while flaunting her blatant femininity in my face! How can a gay bat hope to survive?" Spicy said and nuzzled at the back of Soarin's neck playfully, but drew off and away from him before he could respond.

It was hard for Soarin to get mad. For all Spicy was touchy-feely, he'd never gone anyplace Soarin had been truly uncomfortable being, and Soarin had the idea that if he told the bat to stop, he would. "Alright. I trust you that far. But before I fully agree, I want a favor from you."

Spicy hadn't realized when the discussion had turned from him doing a favor to them to the other way around, but something in Soarin's tone sounded playful to him. He strutted up to a comfortable distance from Soarin. "What's th—" Spicy Hot's eyes flew open at the kiss, and stayed open when Soarin pulled back. Recovering as quickly as he could under the circumstance, Spicy tossed both his wings in the air and mock fainted to the ground.

"And now you've done it. I'm going to have to write you up for killing a bat pony. You know it's still a law, right?" Spitfire, just as she said earlier, found Soarin playing with other stallions (which only included Spicy so far) pretty exciting.

Walking over to Spicy, Spitfire leaned down and poked him with one wing. "Are you going to get up?"

"No. I have been cursed to sleep until true-love's first kiss."

"Should I kiss him again?" Even as he asked, Soarin realized he was going to. Spicy's lips hadn't been any different to any of the mares' he had kissed except for one key facet—the pony they were attached to had a penis.

Spitfire's blood was running hot at the thought of Soarin kissing Spicy again, and she made sure she was going to get a good view of it. "Just kiss him so we can get back to talking about this."

Leaning down, Soarin's right eye could trace the line of Spicy's body all the way back to where his back legs met. Between those was something that intrigued Soarin. "I'll kiss you on one condition."

Spicy Hot slowly opened one eye and looked up at Soarin.

"Open your legs a little." Soarin didn't have to ask a second time, and it seemed like Spicy didn't put up so much as a word of resistance. Looking down again, Soarin could see where the soft fur of Spicy's belly led to a sheath that bulged a little, and a pair of balls slumped behind it. Turning back to Spicy's face, Soarin was absolutely sure he was kissing a stallion this time.

Watching the way Soarin's lips touched Spicy's sent a thrill down Spitfire's spine. When Spicy lifted one wing to hook around behind Soarin's neck, she felt her motor running. It wasn't just arousing, though, it stirred her dominant side up.

Soarin was almost too busy actually enjoying the kiss to notice Spitfire pacing. Spitfire only paced, Soarin knew, when she was feeling dominant. Using one wing for support, Soarin folded his forelegs and slipped down to lie beside Spicy on the floor. Inevitably, their lips parted.

"Does she always pace like a randy griffon when she sees you kissing another stallion?" Spicy asked.

"Yes. Apparently I do. Seeing you both like that makes me want to—" Spitfire was cut off as the doorbell chimed. Her head snapped around to see Windy Whistles and Bow Hothoof (the latter looking a little flustered) walk into the shop. "… it makes me want to force you to kiss more."

Spicy, much as he hated to do it, sprang up from his position on the floor. Prancing in his new pink collar, he approached Windy and Bow. "What is it I can do for you today?"

Windy's eyes were still locked on Soarin where he lay on the floor. It took a nudge from Bow to snap her out of staring at the stallion. She refocused on Spicy, and found herself smiling. "We're with them," she said, pointing to Soarin and Spitfire.

"She means she's with them." Bow felt nervous. This wasn't the kind of place he liked spending time in, even if he had nothing against Spicy—after all, the bat pony had helped him set his wife up with Soarin and Spitfire. "I'm just here—"

"To watch? It's okay. I like to watch them too," Spicy Hot said.

Bow managed nearly three seconds before Spicy's eye waggling broke him into a guffaw of laughter. "I guess I am, but I wanted to ask you something for Windy."

Spicy tapped his chin with one hoof, looked knowingly at Soarin, Spitfire, and Windy, then back to Bow. "This is just a guess, mind you, but I think I can work this out. Your wife wanted to ask me if I'd tie her up and strap her to a glory hole for stallions to use."

Jaw dropping open, Bow Hothoof just nodded his head before snapping his mouth closed.

"It sounds really kinky when you say it like that." Soarin just tried to imagine how it would all go and had to admit that he really liked the idea of it. "So, when can we do it?"

"Well, it depends on how we're going about it. Is this going to be an all day thing in the shop, or is it going to be a private party?" Picking up a dildo, Spicy Hot lined it up against his throat and and titled his head back. He tapped at the point on his neck that the toy's tip came to. "Medium."

"All day," Spitfire said. "But maybe you could invite some friends to liven it up?"

"Wait. Why not a party first, so we can get comfortable and work out if we like it, then an all day thing later on some time?" Windy looked between Soarin and Spitfire, unsure if she should have spoken with both the ponies she bottomed to present.

Soarin moved before he thought of how awkward it might be. He'd spent enough time with Windy to know when she was hesitant about something and needed encouragement. Lifting a wing up, he rubbed at one of her ears reassuringly.

Bow watched the interaction between his wife and his wife's friend with curiosity. "Can you make it anonymous?"

"That's the point of it. Oh!" Spicy danced between his forehooves. "We could make it a game. Guess the stallion! I know a bunch of guys who will be all over this. How about next weekend?"

Guys. The word seemed heavy to Soarin. He felt a sense of finality to it. He was going to get to suck a lot of dick.

"Of course," Spicy said, "I'll need a volunteer to help me get everything set up right. Getting it all comfortable, making sure that things don't go too deep, maybe a little practice—"

"I'll help," Soarin said then blushed hotly. "I-I mean, I can—"

"You have too much work to do. But if we hit the books hard, we could both come down to help." Spitfire punched Soarin lightly in the shoulder with a hoof. "Don't for a second think you can just give it all to Rainbow to do. She's about ready to pop any day."

"W-With our little girl so near, and with what we have planned, c-could I have the rest of the week off?" Windy was nervous and worried, but again Soarin's hoof rubbed at her ear in a reassuring way that made her want to kiss him.

"That's probably a good idea, much as I'll miss you. What do you think?" Soarin looked to Spitfire.

More reluctant than her lover, Spitfire let out a little sigh. "Yeah. But this means I'm going to be extra hard on you when we start back up."

Windy loved the sound of that, and nodded happily.

The first day helping Spicy had been, for both Soarin and Spitfire, boring. Measurements were taken, Spicy checked the fit of cuffs and hoods on them both, and they went home feeling a strange sense of anti-climax.

The second day had left Soarin and Spitfire doing carpentry. A new wall was put up right beside the front counter. It hadn't seemed right until what looked like fireplaces were put into them. At least, they looked like fireplaces from behind the wall, but on the outside, with a hole in the end of them, it was obvious to Soarin and Spitfire that a pony would go in them.

Two days later they came back to find the wall and glory holes painted up and looking neat. The moment Soarin's eyes rested on the wall he felt excited.

"My two little helpers! How are you doing tonight, Captain Spitfire and General Hottie?" Spicy could see his "genera" was distracted, but smiled when Spitfire made eye contact. "What's up with him?"

"No sex until the party. We both made a promise. Kinda a build-up thing. Ya know?" Though masturbation had been allowed by their little deal, masturbation wasn't sex and didn't do enough for either of them. Spitfire was all too aware that she was holding her tail a little higher and staring at stallions longer and lower than was usually polite. She looked at Spicy and wondered how big he was fully erect.

"What? No sex? What about a little buggery? Maybe some nuzzling under the tail? Not even sucking on his balls?" With each question Spicy asked Spitfire shook her head. "This is terrible! Well, allow me to help at least one of you out."

Spitfire's mind raced with implications. She was still trying to work out if Spicy had just propositioned her when he started putting things on the counter. Collar. Cuffs. "What's this?"

Spicy Hot leaned on the counter after putting a ring gag on it. "Yours. Unless you want Soarin to go—" He let out a laughing-screech when Spitfire dove onto the things.

The sound of clattering bondage toys broke Soarin from his daze and caused him to turn around. He watched as Spitfire put the collar on first, then the leg cuffs, and then she pulled the hood up and over her own face. "Sp-Spicy, c-can you lock the door? T-To start with."

"Feeling a little randy, Soarin? Why don't you send Captain Cockgobbler here into her stall and make sure she's cozy?" Spicy walked to the door and turned the little latch to lock it, as well as turned the sign from Open to Ask.

With the ring gag hanging from the side of her mask, Spitfire practically raced Soarin into the little space between the real wall of the shop and the three stalls. "I can't believe I'm actually going to do this. Soarin, are we crazy?"

"Certifiably." Soarin leaned in and brought the cord from the forward ring-bolts back and to Spitfire's foreleg cuffs. "But it's a great way to pass the time." He did the same for the rear cords. "Gag in."

Spitfire paused for just a moment and looked down her snout at the black rubber of the hood and the gag hanging off the side of it. "I love you, Soarin." She used her wings to lift the gag up and press the wide ring into her mouth. Pulling the strap on the opposite side seated it under her teeth and caused the hood to squeeze her mouth down on it. As she fastened the buckle tight, Spitfire felt the thing practically locked in place by design.

Running a tongue around her mouth, Spitfire could feel herself drooling at the emptiness in her mouth. She could feel the padded ring pinned between her teeth, it was plenty big enough to let a stallion through. This was the part she'd been wanting, what she'd been so excited for all week. Spitfire walked forward and felt Soarin take up the slack of the cords until her hooves were beside the ring bolts and her mouth was just before the hole.

When Soarin closed the door, Spitfire was left in the dark. With her ears pinned down in the hood sounds were muted, but she could hear the sound of hooves in the room outside her little stall. Soarin and Spicy's voices were muffled, though she could hear hoofsteps getting closer.

"I've been needing this for days. I can't believe how much regular sex builds up a need for it." Soarin looked at the protrusion from the wall. It looked nothing so much as, well, a fake mare. There was padding on top, and a hole at the end—it didn't take a genius to work out how to use it.

Spitfire heard the sound of something moving against her stall, and then she saw the little bit of light through the hole before her blocked out. Her heart sped up, but it wasn't until the penis of her lover bumped into her nose—a penis she knew very well—that she knew for sure it would be Soarin. Warming to her task, Spitfire pushed forward and impaled her mouth on him.

The warmth of a mouth around his shaft was heavenly. Soarin pushed forward until the base of his shaft was at the entrance. He could feel Spitfire's mouth loosely around him, but her tongue more than made up for the difference. "Do you really think bridles are coming in as just fashion?"

"Absolutely. You didn't see all the mares swooning over the Saddle Arabian queen at the recent meeting in the Crystal Empire. Oh, she was a-maze-ing!" A Spicy spoke with Soarin, he pulled out a scroll and started scrawling on it. "Mark my words, these fashion bridles will be in by the end of the month, and who knows where it'll go from there. Maybe I'll pay a special visit to the queen of Saddle Arabia and offer her a bit and harness to go with her bridle?"

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Soarin read the note and almost came immediately. This was exactly how these things worked. Whoever was in the stall was used by anypony who had a dick and a few minutes free. "I say go for it. What's life without a little fun?"

It wasn't long before Spitfire got her prize from her stallion. She knew his fuse wouldn't be long—it never was—particularly with the week of mostly abstinence. When she felt his shaft start to bulge and his tip flare in her throat, she knew it was almost time.

A rush of hot fluid poured into Spitfire's throat and directly into her belly. Gout after gout shot into her, and she felt wonderful about taking it all. When Soarin pulled back, Spitfire was ready to come out, but then a new shaft pushed in.

It could be Soarin again, Spitfire thought, so she pushed her head forward to wrap around the length. It wasn't Soarin. Soarin's tip was shaped like a bulging apple in profile, where the cock that was in her mouth had a more triangular head. She couldn't pull back, but Spitfire could pull at her back-left leg. All the others were secured to a binding post, where the back-left cord was fed up to a bell above her stall.

There was a moment of indecision as Spitfire wondered if she should. Could she suck a random pony's dick? While the thoughts percolated, the penis pushed deeper into her mouth. Screw this. This is what I wanted and why I'm here!

Spicy bit back the groan he wanted to let free when Spitfire's mouth squeezed at him. He bucked forward, thinking only of the anonymous act as anonymous—though the half-erect stallion beside him helped keep his thoughts focused on sex. "She didn't ring it."

"I owe you twenty bits then, I guess." Soarin watched as Spicy's hips pressed all the way forward before the bat pony rocked a little in place. He opened his mouth to say something else when there was knocking at the door. "What do I do?"

"See who it—ugh—is. She's good…" Spicy was fighting with himself not to unload. This was a mare, his natural enemy, he wouldn't give her the satisfaction of a quick victory.

Spitfire could well imagine who it was. She was strapped into a stall, sucking the dick of the gayest pony she knew—and she was loving it! Variety was the spice of life. She loved Soarin, his dick, and the way he'd worked around his stamina problem, but it was fun to have to work for her "meal" for once.

The sound of the doorbell was sharp enough that Spitfire could hear it through the dampening hood. She started to panic, but remembered again the anonymity the stall provided. Would the new pony be a stallion? Was a random pony about to get a blowjob by the captain of the Wonderbolts? Spitfire was excited to find out—so excited that she moaned around Spicy's shaft.

Thunderlane had a minor shock when he saw his squad leader open the door of the best toy shop in Cloudsdale. It took his brain a few seconds to process the fact that of course Soarin enjoyed toys, after all, Rainbow did help them get their naughty on. "H-Hi Soarin."

"Thunder. Come on in. We were just testing out a new feature of the store." Soarin looked the other stallion up and down, and wondered what it'd be like to be in one of the stalls. "Spicy found himself somepony who wanted a little special time in a gloryhole…"

"Gloryhole?" The surprise of the word had Thunderlane almost stumbling instead of walking. "I don't—" He cut out as his eyes caught sight of Spicy Hot, reared up on what looked like some kind of stallion masturbation thing, and Thunder could clearly see the bat had his dick shoved into it. "Oh."

"You want next?"

There was a moment where Thunderlane was almost tempted to jump right into that queue. The stallion of a year ago would have, but not now. "Buddy, I have two mares who'd pummel me into two broken wings if I said yes to that. Okay, only one would actually pummel me, but it'd be worse with Fluttershy." It felt good to admit that. He didn't care who it was in the stall—even if it were Spitfire he wouldn't do that. "I'm just here for a new crop."

"I'll be right—right with you!" Spicy Hot didn't want to resort to pounding to get himself off, but if Spitfire took any longer sucking him, he was going to have to take a rain check on his orgasm. He closed his eyes and thought about Soarin being in the stall. The mouth working at him took on a new light.

Almost to the point where she expected her tongue to get a cramp, Spitfire started to feel the shaft in her mouth pulse in time to the heartbeat of the stallion. Trembling in submissive glee, she worked her tongue all the way along the underside and licked his balls.

"You naughty stallion—" Spicy could hold back no longer. His body hit its peak in an avalanche of pleasure. Spreading his wings as much as room would allow, he flapped them as he started to fire his seed into the agreeable mouth wrapped around his shaft.

Recognizing the taste, Spitfire managed to smile as she let Spicy fill her mouth and throat with his hot load. She tried to gulp it down fast enough to keep up, but he was like a fire hose and creamy white seed began to dribble from her lips and mat the fur of her chin and throat.

Spicy was apparently done with her. Spitfire felt him jerk back and, just as he pulled free of her lips, her head slumped down just in time to catch a final splatter up her snout. She wasn't one for marking, but with how into this she was, wearing Spicy's scent suited her just fine.

The doorbell outside rang, and Spitfire heard more muffled sounds of talking, then of hooves approaching. This wasn't going to stop, she realized, Stallions are just going to keep wandering in and using her. A shiver ran down Spitfire's spine at the realization. Lifting her snout to the hole, she was rewarded by the sound of a male climbing on the stall and then something poking at her lips.

Spitfire couldn't fight the shaft off. With her mouth held open forcefully by the ring-gag, the penis had no trouble shoving into her snout.

"Oh, Spicy, this is divine! Who've you got in here?"

Soarin was more than a little surprised to find out that Fire Streak frequented the store. What he wondered was how the stallion would react to finding out his former commander was tucked into the stall.

"Oh, you know how it is, sometimes names completely slip away from me. They're pretty good though, right?" Spicy walked over beside the stall and banged a hoof on it. "They just suck and suck and suck."

Inside the stall, Spitfire could just barely hear Spicy's loud words. She couldn't believe how much she was trusting him with this, and he was living up to his side of the bargain. It let her relax into her role and let his last words sink into her head. Suck. Suck. Suck.

"At least tell me if it's a mare or a stallion." Fire Streak couldn't stop his hips from rocking a little—he liked to buck. "I'd be happy if it was a sweet mare with loving eyes and a gentle touch, or a strapping stallion you have bound up and helpless to do anything but suck me off." His words had a predictable effect on his erection.

Fire Streak was a grower, not a shower, and the more worked up he got and the more into it he was, the bigger he was getting in the Spitfire's mouth. When he grew to full size, she found herself struggling to take him. He'd filled Spitfire's mouth completely and she'd given up trying to suck and pleasure him. It was the most submissive act she'd ever been involved in, and she loved it. She was just a hole to the stallion, just something wet and willing to take him while he thrust away.

"They're taking a bit of work, Fire Streak"—Spicy made sure to say the stallion's name loudly—"you think they're okay in there?"

"They are or aren't. Haven't seen a mare or stallion who can do more than just take me orally. They all end up like this when I'm fully hard. You, uh, have a tap-out for them?" Fire was working his hips enough that he was giving the wooden box, and Spitfire's mouth, a good pounding.

Spicy nodded. "Uh-huh. Bell hooked up to her hoof. She can shake it, ring the bell, and I boop you on the nose."

"She's not—She's not ringing it." Fire Streak was having trouble speaking now he was getting more forceful. His hips worked at the phantom mouth with long thrusts now. "I came in for—for a new plug."

"Something big, or something long?" Spicy Hot was a little hypnotized by the powerful stallion's thrusts. In the wonderful places of his mind he filed the image away for some alone time later. "Or something that locks?"

"Locks? I like the sound of that. My little stallion needs a new—new collar too, but while that's getting made a locking plug would be a great way to remind him he is owned." Fire Streak was getting his second wind. He had a lot of stamina and was putting it to good use.

Spitfire's mind reeled. They were talking about such normal things. While they chatted, she had her mouth stuffed with one of her former squadmate's cocks—and she loved it. He didn't know it was her, he treated her just like he treated any gift for the taking. He took it—he took her.

Looking through the crops, Thunderlane noticed Soarin keep looking back at the other stallions. Gears turned over and wheels clicked into place in his head. "Captain?"

"Huh?" Soarin was snapped back to watching Thunderlane browsing for crops. "Sorry, what?"

"It's, ahem, Spitfire." Thunderlane's voice was low, pitched well below the other two ponies' conversation. "Right? I heard from Rainbow you were both switches, and she said you were stepping up to more exciting stuff, but this…?"

"Is a warm up. A test." Soarin loved the look of shock on Thunderlane's face. "Come on, man. Tell me you haven't ever wanted to just give in and let somepony else take control?"

Thunderlane shook his head. "No, buddy, that's just a sub thing. Putting ponies into such a box might have done it, but now I have two mares who I'm not going to disappoint. Ya know?"

"Yeah, I get you I think. When I'm in the mood to take charge, I don't like these kinds of things. But…" Soarin watched as Fire Streak pounded away. In the back of his mind he hoped fervently that the stallion would need to come back when it was his turn in the stall. "I really want my turn."

"Seriously into this, aren't you?" Thunderlane didn't need a reply to know he was right. Soarin's eyes were glued on the scene across the store. "Don't know if I'd like to get that friendly with another stallion. I'm kinda a mare's stallion, you know?"

"Well, yeah. I don't like any butt stuff, but damn I wanna try that." Soarin nodded toward the stalls. "And I'm going to get my chance."

Soarin jumped as something stung him on the rump. He spun around to see what it was, only to see Thunderlane holding a crop and looking at him with a big grin. "Why'd you do that?"

"Just showing you the closest I'll ever get to another stallion." Thunderlane liked the heft of the crop, but wanted another test to be sure. "Hold still."

"What? Wa—" The crop connected with Soarin's flank again, this time landing exactly beside the first hit. "Damn it. Stop that."

"Yes, sir." Thunderlane weighed the crop in his wing expertly. "I think I'll take this one. Good weight, and I can see it definitely has the desired result. Why don't we see how the cap's going?"

"Hold on. This is anonymous. You can't say who it is. You can't tell Fire Streak who's sucking his dick." Soarin looked back in time to see the stallion in question speed up to a furious pace. "Shit…"

"That sounded like a shit, I can't believe that's so hot kinda 'shit' if ever I heard one." Thunderlane turned away from the shelf to look at the little spectacle. "Oh shit…"

Fire Streak was so close to his end he could just about feel it. His hips were basically on automatic. The stall under him felt enough like a mare that his body treated it as one. Words were beyond him as he hammered himself into Spitfire—not that he knew it was his former captain under him.

Spitfire had to brace herself forward. The driving thrusts of the huge shaft were making it impossible for her to breathe normally—each time he pulled back she gasped out and in, then she held her breath when he shoved forward again. The pattern of breathing had been easier when he'd been screwing her mouth slowly, but now she fought for each breath between fast, rough thrusts.

From one gasped breath to the next, Spitfire was made into a receptacle for Fire Streak's seed. He shoved into her mouth hard enough that his tip nudged the back of her throat. The sensation of something pouring down her throat made Spitfire's eyes widen as she was force-fed the stallion's semen at a rapid rate.

Jerking backwards, Spitfire felt the grip of the straps that held her in place. For a moment she was about to kick her hoof and ring the bell when the stallion pulled back. Air rushed in through her nostrils, giving her what she needed to hold back from tapping out. But the stallion wasn't done. One. Two. Three more blasts from his shaft splattered into Spitfire's mane, face, and her chest. She'd only had the sense to turn her nose aside and close her eyes at the last second.

Soarin's head snapped around when the doorbell rang again. He'd been intending to take his turn on the stall again, but the sight of a pair of bat ponies entering the store almost made his legs wobble. They were both stallions. He turned and looked at Spicy with a pleading expression, but the bat shook his head.

"Gentleponies, I believe we have concluded our testing of our newest attraction. The pony within will be cleaned off, fed something a little more solid, and returned to their place tomorrow." Spicy hot bowed to those assembled. "For the whole day, too. And did I mention we'll have another two? Both stalls will be operating constantly."

Inside the stall, Spitfire heard the declaration and couldn't believe the whine she made. She wanted more, dammit, and yet she trusted Spicy to cut things short. The revelation that she trusted the craziest pony she'd ever met—in that way—was just a little affirming. Even with the ring gag, she managed to get out what sounded like, "I need a shower."

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