Soarin wasn't sure what he expected, but Spicy nuzzling under his tail and lapping around his anus was not it. He worried at first that Spicy would mount him, but then he remembered where he was, and more specifically what he was in—there was no way for Spicy to get on him.

As Soarin relaxed in relief at the protection the stall afforded him, Spicy pressed his tongue forward. The surprise of having the bat eating out his ass drew an excited groan from Soarin, it was something new and not as off-putting as penetrative sex. Before Soarin could get too used to Spicy's tongue, however, Spicy withdrew it.

"Okay, you hunky stallion, time for something in the other end." Rather than immediately leave the stalls, Spicy nuzzled under Spitfire's tail and gave her the same treatment he'd given Soarin. "Two happy little ponies tied up and strapped down in my shop, mouths locked open and ready for any stallion who comes to visit."

Spitfire couldn't see, could barely hear the bat, and now had her mouth forced open ready for something to be shoved into it. Under the hood her ears twitched at the sound of the doorbell. She didn't know if it was a customer or just Spicy opening the door.

The sound of hooves got closer to the stalls, and both Soarin and Spitfire wondered if it was Spicy or somepony else. Soarin felt a measure of shock as somepony clattered their way onto his stall, and he had just a moment of further shock before something shoved into his mouth.

Eyes widening under the hood, Soarin couldn't believe how it felt to just be used. The stallion on his stall was shoving himself into his mouth, and an odd sense of amazement hit Soarin at how simple this was—he was giving this pony a really great time, and it wasn't exactly hurting Soarin.

The constant motion, the hefty and hot shape shoving into his mouth over and over, Soarin was soon relaxed into his task and let the pony blow his load (not that Soarin had much choice about it) into the back of his mouth.

As quick as the stallion had started, he pulled out. Soarin was left feeling a little surprised, but there was one thing he definitely liked—as the stallion's shaft had pulled from his mouth, it had smeared his tongue with hot semen.

"This one's just about the worst blowjob I've ever had. I might as well have been sticking my dick into a hot towel."

Spitfire winced at the review of Soarin's efforts. She wanted to reassure him, to tell him it would take practice, but before she got a chance to do more than try to think of a way to do that, she had a wet, slightly flaccid shaft shoved into her mouth. Without a thought she squeezed her throat around the tip of the soft penis and rubbed the underside with her tongue. She wanted him hard, she wanted him to fill her, and she wanted to be good for—for whoever it was.

"Oh dang, but this one knows how to treat a stallion right."

Soarin's ears would have tucked back if they weren't pinned to his head by the hood, but he wasn't a Wonderbolt by giving up.

Spicy had had enough of watching his first customer of the day have all the fun. He walked up to the stall he knew Soarin was in and mounted it. It didn't take much to get Spicy hot hard, but the idea of the sexiest Wonderbolt giving him a blowjob got him there easily. He shoved forward and let out a happy little skree as he sunk into Soarin's mouth.

This shaft was different. Soarin felt the hard shape in his mouth, worked his tongue around it to investigate. It was thinner than the other stallion, but a little longer—just as he realized this it began to thrust in and out.

More serious about giving the stallion using him a good time, Soarin focused on keeping his tongue moving, and for this long and thin stallion that meant coiling it around him again and again. With the ring in his mouth he couldn't close his teeth, but by stretching he could work his lips down a little around the length.

When the stallion finished in him, Soarin felt it more as a reward than the previous time. His throat worked to swallow a familiar taste. Fruity, slightly sweet. Then it hit Soarin that this was Spicy!

The knowledge that it was his friend made things more personal despite the disconnect of the stall. Soarin warmed further to his task and began to suckle on the shaft, pulling it into his mouth when Spicy started to hump again! With each thrust Soarin challenged the bat to pull it back from him.

"Did—oh dear—did you see the new plugs I got in, Razer Wing?" Spicy's hips had a mind of their own. He'd hooked his wings low on each side of Soarin's stall and was pounding away for all he was worth. "They—They have the twist-lock on them."

Razer, having already unloaded in Spitfire's mouth, just held his hips against the opening to let the obliging mouth to keep working him over. "My little stallion will love that. Is the stallion in here up for a new master? I'd lock him up and chain him to my hips."

Spicy wasn't getting hard again, but the idea of claiming the two Wonderbolts as his own pets did stir him a little. "He's a feisty one. I'm not sure if you could handle him if he weren't all wrapped up in there."

"He's a switch?" Razer's excitement increased, and though he was flagging for the second time, he started humping again. "You know how much I love to bring a switch to their most submissive, Spicy. Why you gotta do this to me?"

"I'll be damned if I can't work out how you do that. I know another pegasus with similar recovery, but I just can't come back as quick." Spicy kept trying, though. His hips shoved his flaccid shaft in and out of Soarin's mouth, though he realized he wasn't going to be getting hard for a while and climbed down.

Soarin found himself sucking at the dong as it left his mouth, and a flick of the floppy shaft flicked saliva and left over bat spunk on his nose.

The bell behind him rang, and Spicy turned to see another of his favorite pegasi. "Oh, be still my beating heart. Miss Fleetfoot, what can I do for you, my goddess—my light from above?"

"If you're not going to let me ride your back, Spicy bat, you're not allowed to get me turned—" Fleetfoot stopped speaking as she noticed the contraption built toward the back of the shop. "What have you done now?" Though she was asking, Fleetfoot could see another pegasus humping away, and got a fairly good idea what had been done.

"I found a pair of switches who wanted to spend a whole day subby and fed stallion meat." Spicy gestured to the nearest of the stalls—the one Soarin was in—with one wing. "Grab a strap-on and get up there. I'm sure he'll love it."

Soarin could hear Spicy's side of the conversation, but not the second pony's. He shivered in anticipation at what Spicy implied—he was going to have a mare mount him and use him. It was the most demeaning thing yet given that neither of them would get much pleasure from it.

"Walking over to the stall Spicy had shown her, Fleetfoot lowered her head to peek inside. "I don't know if you can hear me—"

"He can if you talk that close." Spicy looked among his stock and picked out something he thought his friend might enjoy. "Today, Fleetfoot, you're a mighty dragon! Here to claim all cute little stallions as your hoard."

"Well, looks like our friend has chosen your fate. I've never had a dragon hoard before, I hope you like being my property." Pressing her lips to the opening, Fleetfoot breathed into the hole.

Brandishing the strap-on dragon dong like a sword, Spicy jabbed it at Fleetfoot so the mare could see it up close. "You only get to go on the ride with a purchase. This will do nicely, oh queen of stallions."

"You know, I like that title. Remind me to use it when I finally pin you to the floor." Fleetfoot grabbed up the toy and held it to her belly. "Mind doing me up?"

Enjoying sparring with Fleetfoot almost as much as Spitfire, Spicy did the three straps up and ensured the nub of the toy that ran back along the middle of Fleetfoot's flat udder and to her vulva was pressed tight against her. "Go get 'em!"

"You." Fleetfoot walked up to the gloryhole and sorely wanted to see the stallion within, but she knew that wasn't going to happen. "Are." She jumped up on the stall and shoved her hips forward. "Mine!"

Soarin trembled at the knobbly shaft pressed past his lips and into his mouth. It had nodules all over it, and he had to assume that whoever had made the toy knew their business. Despite it not being a real penis, he felt submission pour over him as he started to fellate it. The thing was longer and stranger than he'd dealt with yet, and pushed to the back of his throat. Each stroke Fleetfoot made caused him to gasp around the toy when it pulled back.

"Didn't think you Wonderbolts were this kinky, ma'am." Humping his hips still, Razer was starting to lose his stamina after the fourth climax. "Are all of you this delightful?" All that ran through the stallion's mind was if Fleetfoot would be amenable to being broken by him.

"Nah. Most of the squad is painfully straight. You should see the captain and commander sneaking around as if their getting together is the wildest thing in years. You'd never see them in here." Fleetfoot felt the toy rub along her thick folds with each stroke she made, and though she was putting on a good show, she knew her lust was rising rapidly. "But who cares, breaking-in the mouth of my newest pet is more important right now."

Spitfire listened to one of her seasoned wingmates dominate Soarin. Her mouth got another stuffing flood as the stallion in her unloaded, but rather than continue he dismounted. She tried to swallow all that he'd filled her mouth with but she couldn't get half of it down before it began leaking from her lips. A stranger's seed was leaking down her chin and coating her fur, and Spitfire loved it.

"You are mine, little pony! You belong to me! I'll break you in and break you down at the same time! Your! Body! Is! MINE!" As she shouted the last word, Fleetfoot felt the rising pleasure fountain within her. She bucked her hips wildly as the toy continued to stroke her. She didn't see the trickle of fluids along the piece that extended between her teats, but nonetheless her essence flowed along the length of the thing and coated Soarin's nose in her musk.

The toy was left in his mouth so long that Soarin had to adjust to breathing through his nose. Each breath brought him Fleetfoot's scent, and the shape in his mouth reminded him that she was in charge. After what felt like forever, the toy pulled slowly from him, and he heard her slide off the stall.

"I don't know who you are, and I don't care. You belong to me now and you know it. When I next see you, you'll wink to me, got it?" Fleetfoot waited a moment. "Got it?" She put every ounce of force in her voice.

Soarin grunted, unable to signal Fleetfoot in any other way.

"Good boy. Remember, I'll be waiting." Turning, Fleetfoot felt on fire. She strutted over to the counter while unhooking the straps from her body. "I'll take both the toy and both your boys."

"The toy is fifty bits, the boys are not for sale, Fleetfoot. The deal is I stay in control of things." All through the rough mating and dominance play, Spicy had been listening for a bell. It made him proud of the two Wonderbolts he had strapped down that neither gave in. "Besides, how would that be for all the customers I invited to the special party tonight?"

Both Spitfire and Soarin heard Spicy, and both of them shivered as to what the bat had planned. Determination mingled with submission as both became focused on ensuring they find out what was organized.

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