Not all customers had used the stalls. Soarin had just long enough between mountings to come to terms with the fact that he loved everything about his current situation. What surprised him was how full he felt. He'd done a reasonable job catching most of the results of his work, but he could feel a wet patch extend from his mouth all the way down his neck, chest, and forelegs to the floor. He was a mess with a belly full of other stallions' semen, and he loved it.

Spitfire couldn't hear Soarin, but she did hear how much happier stallions were with his work. Every pony who used either stall got a happy end, and it left her feeling warm and happy that her special somepony had found what he wanted from all this. Meanwhile, Spitfire had learned a new appreciation for Soarin. She liked his size, she liked his stamina, and she liked him far more now she'd sampled a good cross-section of Spicy's clientele.

"How're you two colts doing in there? Hope you're playing nice with everypony, though from the customer satisfaction surveys I think that's been clarified. I've closed for now, so let me get you both out of there and ready for tonight's party." The process of extracting two happy ponies from their incarceration within the stalls was not exactly easy, but Spicy had to admit that it was interesting.

When he got her out, Spitfire looked like she'd spent hours trying to drink Equestria's biggest milkshake and failed. He left the gag in her mouth while he got Soarin out as well. Soarin was, somehow, worse than Spitfire. He looked liked he'd dived into a wading pool of semen and only gotten his front half in all the way. "You two look amazing. Now kiss before I remove those gags. I know how much you've wanted a proper kiss, but I think you'll both appreciate a little restriction before I get you fully out of there." He finished up by slipping the hoods back so each could see.

Soarin needed no more encouragement. He looked at the mess that was Spitfire and nuzzled her cheek with his own before pressing their locked-open mouths together.

Some of their shared mess tasted familiar to Spitfire, but some was new. She hadn't had exactly the same ponies Soarin had, but enough stallions had tried them both out that there was some familiarity in it. After her searching tongue traced all around the ring locked in Soarin's mouth, she wanted more—she wanted so much more. Turning, she flagged her tail to Soarin.

A little too deep in submissive joy, Soarin stared at Spitfire with passive confusion. He looked around the room as if getting on her back just didn't make sense.

"Too far down the rabbit hole, little submissive colt?" Spicy Hot asked in Soarin's ear. He'd slunk up beside the pegasus when it was obvious something was wrong. "Get on her back this second and I want you to fuck her until she collapses."

A command was exactly what Soarin needed. Rearing up, he shoved forward with all his strength and hit his mark on first contact.

Spitfire had tried to look back to see what was taking Soarin so long, but when he got on her at last she almost melted into a puddle of happiness. He wasn't going slow or being gentle, each shove rocked her body and her world.

Neither noticed when Spicy removed their gags.

Spicy Hot wasn't normally one for straight sex, but seeing the couple unite in such a way struck a chord in his indomitable spirit. Looking around his store, he spotted what he needed and quickly grabbed the naughty cheerleader outfit and pompoms.

Soarin's first climax was just the beginning. The mare under him hadn't yet begun to fold, but he was confident he could carry out his command. From one buck to the next he froze at the sight before him. There was a bat pony, sporting half an erection, wearing a Wonderbolts cheerleader's uniform, waving pompoms.

"Gimme an S! Gimme an O! Gimme a—Well, someone's giving a lot of ohhhs, but I didn't mean it like that. Gimme an A! Gimme an R! Gimme an I! Gimme an N! Put it together and what does it spell?!" Dancing along to his chant, Spicy finished by sliding along the floor and waving his pompoms at Soarin.

Spitfire shook her head. "A crazy bat?"

Rolling his eyes, Spicy gestured more emphatically at Soarin. "WHAT DOES IT SPELL?!"

"A very crazy bat." Shaking his head, Soarin dismounted Spitfire and nuzzled at her nethers.

"It worked, didn't it? You were both a little deep after that. It was either cuddle you until you woke, or give you something your submissive sides couldn't deal with." Spicy strutted around and shook his pompoms some more. "Besides, I look good in this."

"Yeah, you do. Now get the rest of this gear off me so I can clean up." Spitfire also wanted to let Soarin have another ride, but that was something she wanted to tell her lover without Spicy around. Some things, despite their recent fun, were better left to private places.

"Well, somepony appreciates my dancing." Spicy pointed to the bathroom. "Wash while I remove it or we're going to have a pile of messy tack, a messy bat pony, and two messy pegasi." Jumping forward, Spicy began dancing and shaking his butt around as he led a strange parade to the bathroom.

Soarin leaned over and kissed Spitfire's cheek. Tasting a half dozen stallions on her fur didn't bother him in the slightest, not when he could taste as many just by running his tongue around his mouth. "You had to encourage him, didn't you?"

Sticking her tongue out, Spitfire licked all along Soarin's jaw and sighed. "Might have been an odd way to spend the day, but it was also a lot of fun."

"I know a bunch of stallions and two mares who had fun, too." Spicy used a wing to hold the door open.

"Wait, two mares? Fleetfoot and Spitfire, right?" Soarin slipped through the door.

"No," Spitfire said. "I can guess that Spicy wouldn't have said it if another mare didn't come in, and I don't think it was Fleetfoot who shoved the toy in my mouth. She didn't even mount me, just fucked my mouth with the thing."

The memory of what'd happened made Spitfire shiver. She'd only recently thought about mares as something other than friends, what she'd let that pony do made all kinds of excited parts in her body clench. "I kinda liked it."

"Kinda nothing. It was great in there. I didn't have to think about flying, the academy, or even about—about anything. All I had to do was stand up and suck dick." Soarin shivered at the memories his time in the stall had given him.

"And from what the surveys said, you started off a little slow, but once you hit your stride you really gave a good blow." Spicy slipped into the bathroom after Soarin and Spitfire and opened the cleaning closet. "You two'll have to excuse me while I mop up the mess you left out there. I'm sure you can find something to do in here." He covered one side of his mouth with a wingtip. "There's a lock on the inside of the door."

Spitfire turned to watch Spicy's rump as he walked out. She looked back at Soarin and grinned wider. "He's cute, but I don't think he'd play. Besides, I like your ass better."

Soarin watched as Spitfire came at him aggressively. For a moment he was about to panic, but then his submissive side just nudged him back into surrender. When Spitfire started licking and cleaning around his face, Soarin actually giggled at the motherly attention. "W-What are you doing?"

Licking her lips, Spitfire nuzzled against Soarin's chin to get her snout into more of the mess. "Getting a taste of all the stallions you've been with. I can't believe we did that. All of that."

Countering, Soarin licked at Spitfire's neck a few times. "I know. I just—I needed to feel it like that." He settled in to licking Spitfire clean and getting his sense of taste and smell completely overwhelmed by the mess of countless stallions.

"Do you think we could do this again?" Spitfire asked between nuzzles and licks. "I mean, he has the stalls made, and we have this gear. I bet he'd be okay with us doing that again."

Soarin started giggling, and didn't stop until Spitfire bit at his ear. "What?"

"Tell me what made you laugh," Spitfire said.

"I think somepony wants to suck on his cock again." Soarin knew at least one pony did, but he was interested to hear what Spitfire would say.

"He tasted more musky than regular ponies. I wonder if that was just him or bat ponies in general?"

Soarin pulled his head back and looked at Spitfire in the eyes. Both of them were struggling not to laugh, but he knew Spitfire would hide it better. "You just want an excuse to suck bat pony cock."

"Do I need an excuse?" Spitfire was done with licking, though Soarin wasn't clean. "Would you mind finishing what you started?"

Not needing to be asked twice, Soarin reared up and landed on Spitfire's back again. This time he was in his own mind and could pace things how he wanted. Easing himself forward, Soarin's shaft sheathed into Spitfire's body like a leg in a comfortable sock. He pushed forward until his belly and thighs pressed against Spitfire's croup and rump.

Spitfire didn't care that Soarin was getting her back and wings more soiled with the mess all over his chest. When he started his long and slow thrusts—the ones she adored—she felt her pleasure jump back up and pushed back into each shove.

The sex was slow and satisfying for both ponies, though Soarin managed to completely soak Spitfire's back in anonymous stallion seed by the time she'd climaxed and he'd gone twice.

Opening the door and slipping inside, Spicy Hot rolled his eyes at what he saw. "No time for cuddling. I said a quick one and get clean. Not paint her from neck to tail in—Okay, I'll grant you that's a good look, but let's get you both cleaned up. Or do I have to get dominant and make you?"

Turning to glare at Spicy, Spitfire barked a laugh. "You couldn't be dominant if you tried, Spicy Hot."

Soarin took his cue from Spitfire and dismounted her. "Don't you hate it when the washer-bat is all talky? Get in here and scrub me down!" He strode into the shower as if he owned the place.

Spicy Hot was not one to miss an opening. "Coming, masterrrr!"

For the first time in her life Spitfire actually got to watch an expert flouncer. Spicy didn't just flounce into the shower, he flounced like nopony had ever flounced before. Spitfire was in awe for a moment, then she remembered the silly role she'd thrust them both into. "You just can't get good help these days. Make room in there."

"Would master want the deluxe treatment today?" Spicy asked as he began to lather up a scrubbing brush.

"Tell me what it is and I'll judge if he wants it." Spitfire climbed under the hot spray of the water jets and let it wash a few hours of still-damp semen from her fur.

Leaning in to Spitfire, Spicy cupped a wing around to ensure Soarin couldn't hear him. "I'm going to lick his asshole."

"Y-Yeah. Go for it. Gentle though." Spitfire used her wings to scrub herself clean while Spicy and Soarin worked on each other. Spicy hadn't gotten much mess on him, but cleaning up had left him with a few damp patches.

Judging it just like the locker showers at Wonderbolts H.Q., Soarin stuck to getting clean and helping Spicy get clean. By the time they were done, Spitfire was already walking out of the shower first. Making to join her outside, Soarin froze and his eyes widened in surprise. He'd forgotten about the deluxe treatment, and the feel of Spicy's rough tongue gliding over his anus had sent him running from the shower.

"Damn you both!" Soarin said, stifling a laugh.

"If you come back in, I promise to do it again!" Spicy Hot's tone could have melted butter. He winked at Spitfire before sticking his head out of the generous shower area. "Why—"

Soarin caught Spicy off-guard, pressing his lips to the bat pony's as soon as he'd looked out of the shower. Feeling a strong urge of dominance, Soarin shoved his tongue forward for just a moment and then broke the kiss. "Nah, I'll dry off out here."

"You're leaving me in the shower with Spitfire—alone?" Spicy waggled his eyebrows, but saw Soarin was having none of it. "Spoilsport. I guess I'll just go lick her butt."

"You'd have to get in line," Spitfire said as she stepped past Spicy and out of the shower. "Half the Wonderbolts already do that figuratively." Making liberal use of the facilities to dry off and get her hair just how she liked it, Spitfire felt completely back to herself—though the mare who spent the day in the stall sucking dick was also herself.

Spicy turned the shower off and left the stall. "I invited some friends over."

Spitfire and Soarin both froze. In the back of their minds they'd been expecting to meet some of Spicy's friends, but neither was completely sure about meeting strangers in this manner.

"Relax, both of you. I can assure you that every one of the ponies out there is just as kinky as yourselves, and have been customers and friends of mine for years. Really, this is just meeting the gang. It's not like you have to fuck any of them." Spicy shivered his damp fur and stepped to the magic drying machine.

Soarin stopped the instinctual pony panic that wanted to rise up within him with practiced effort. "We were brought up by prudes, okay? This is all—It's a little bit of a rush, but I heard how it's gotten a lot more popular since Princess Luna came out."

"That's what made me a bit more bold about—well—us." Leaning across to Soarin, Spitfire kissed his cheek, then nuzzled him a little more firmly. "And Crash. I didn't see that one coming. Somepony as wild as her? And the stories about what she and Plunder get up to…"

"Plunder? That's actually a good one for a stallion with two wives." Soarin looked at the door and took a deep breath. "Come on, Spitfire, let's show these bats what Wonderbolts are made of."

As Spitfire and Soarin opened the door, Spicy blinked at their backs. "I didn't say they were bat ponies."

The group of assembled ponies—along with Spitfire and Soarin—froze. There was just three among them that smiled and stepped forward to the revealed couple. Rainbow Dash and her parents moved toward Soarin and Spitfire.

"Mom, Dad? Uh, freaky as it was to find you both here, how do you know Spitfire and Soarin?" Rainbow was just days out of hospital, and while her stallion was minding their newborn, she was here to offer support to her friends and wingmates.

Windy, blushing a little at the focus her daughter was placing upon her, looked to Spitfire and Soarin. "Up to you. Tell her if you want."

Soarin stepped past Spitfire and right up to Windy. He drew on all his masculine dominance and stepped a little closer—invading her personal space. "Crash, your mom is our sub."

Grabbing Soarin with one wing, Spitfire dragged him back toward her. "Watch the machismo, Clipper. He's right, Crash. Blame Spicy if you have to, but she's been great for us—and I hope we've been great for her."

Rainbow Dash was still trying to get her head around the situation. She looked between her parents and her commanders. "When I told you to find somepony, I didn't mean—"

Approaching the group, and the first to recover from the shock of seeing the commander and her wing-leader step out of the bathroom as the service ponies who'd been in the shop all day, Fleetfoot tried to rescue her friend from too much embarrassment while eyeing Spitfire and Soarin to work out which one she'd mouth-fucked. "Crash, you're hardly the one to talk. Getting married to your best friend and both of you getting knocked up by the same stallion?"

With a sigh Rainbow hung her head. "You're right, Flatfoot—" she turned to her parents and her commanders, "—I guess I'm kinda an idiot for not wanting you to take my advice. I hope you have fun with each other."

Soarin was debating with himself, but realized he should be debating with Spitfire. It took just a slight twitch of his wing against her side—a gesture they'd used several times during interviews to let the other know a private talk was needed—for Spitfire to back off a few steps with him.

"What's up?" Spitfire asked.

Turning a little to keep from being overheard, Soarin focused on Spitfire. "Flatfoot. I don't know how much you heard—"

"I heard enough to know she wants to do a lot of things to you, maybe me too." Spitfire kissed Soarin's cheek. "You—and maybe what we do here—is enough for me. Is it enough for you?"

"That's a good point, you know? She can wait in line like everypony else. She wants me to wink at her, if I wasn't all puffed up and feeling my oats, I might just do it."

"Nah. Arrange for all the new trainees to do it next time she's on the field. It'll drive her nuts." Spitfire felt her own dominant side flare. "Besides, I think I rather like topping girls rather than being topped by them."

"Whaaaaaat about bats?" Spicy Hot asked, slipping up beside Spitfire. "Are cute batty boys on your to-do list?"

Spitfire looked past Spicy and into the crowd. There was a few bat ponies, but there was also a lot of ponies she knew, and several that she'd trained. "How about yes, but only if you smuggle us out of here without annoying anypony?"

Snapping one of his wings up to his brow in the worst mockery of a salute ever, Spicy Hot practically purred out, "Yes, ma'am."

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