It was a long one over the Canterlot sky: a two hour special for the 100th anniversary and Rainbow Dash couldn't be more elated. Neither could her aching back muscles. Everyone was swimming, as they always said after an exercise that left their hooves squishing in puddles of sweat inside their latex suits. Dash felt wetness up to her shins today.
Suits stayed on till the locker room, though, mostly to contain the stench while they mingled with vips. Dash gulped water and greedily chowed down on her daily pineapple. She religiously ate the stuff. Some others were on board, too, smiling as they knew their partners loved to swallow. She was thinking about Twilight as she chatted about aerodynamics with a mare with big melons. Now, she was sporting her “pride bulge”. So many nicknames, the bolt jargon could fill a textbook.
Finally, after everyone had cooled down and thoroughly basted, it was time for the dreaded unpeeling. The sun was still high and the temp pushing a hundred, so the walk across the promenade was long, the flight to base longer. Another half hour through the sky and the second layer of sweat was mixing with her first, as well as precum, from staring at the various asses.
Most the bolts limped home after a show in a straight line, but she weaved behind them all, staring, getting horny, keeping her sore wing pumpers going. She loved to beat off in the shower, and Spitfire loved to watch.
The corps made it home to the compound in the early afternoon heat. The tall building was air conditioned, thank Celestia, literally, as Canterlot funded the facilities. Dash led the way to the locker rooms, waving hello to the rookies and base staff, training and maintaining. She topped off her water and felt ready for the showers. The wonderbolt elite had their own locker room, their lockers assigned and personalized. The room itself was tiled, looking standard for its use. A pair of rows of benches with tall lockers on either side by the door, a bathroom with stalls and urinals to one bay, and wide, open showers in another. The white and blue and yellow motif was constant throughout.
“Daaaaamn, my back is jelly," Spitfire groaned as she slumped on the bench. Dash walked close by and let the captain get her routine close up shot. She chomped her teeth and smiled up, laughing. Dash winked back.
“Shameless as always,” Thunderlane, the new airborne buddy, or nab, said, rolling his eyes.
“See something you like, nab?" Dash said, cupping his ass and giving him a double hand squeeze. He was the pretty colt of the elite team, barely twenty. Tall. Handsome. Dick to his knees. Dash drunkenly begged for his third leg once, but he was too blitzed to get it up.
He bucked his elbows and shoved her off, both laughing. Her cock throbbed and leaked.
The first to “pull” (their zipper) was Soarin. Dash watched openly from her locker, lungs empty, ready to test the severity.
Today was an eleven.
She and Spitfire reeled, Fleetfoot coughed. “What the fuck died in your suit?” she said, wincing. The earthy odor flooded the room. Dash blinked through tears as the door opened wide, and in walked a mare she hadn't seen in far too long. None other than Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, or among other circles, Princess Candyass.
She was hard, but now, Dash was flaring, stretching her purposely undersized latex. Chafing be damned, it made her look naked, and thus, incredible. Just as she drank in those gigantic jugs, so pink and soft and pillowy, Dash had a revelation. That hourglass measured days, her ass fat and tits heavy and full. But as much cushion was there, Dash knew better than to think she couldn't move her body. The princess of sex was a goddess of fornicating. Flexible and strong, she could lift her body in any way to any position, and go all night long.
“Candy? Shit! You're a sight for sore wings, girl! Come over and let Rainbow get some.” Dash stroked her cock through her suitwith her thumb and first finger as firm as she could, bucking her hips a little. A glance down showed that yes, her bulge even had a ring.
The princess of sex smiled wide with her plump lips as she accepted a hug, squeezing back, letting her soft coat slide against the rubber. Her tits could be seen spanning the tiny mare’s body, squished far wider than her shoulders. Rainbows strong arms were reaching down and pulling up on that massive ass. “You smell so fucking good," Rainbow sighed into her neck, standing on tippy hooves. The fragrance in her coat reminded her of strawberries. She nipped gently and sucked on the tender flesh as she pushed her hips forward to grind her oozing bulge into those thick thighs. The perfumed body, the long lush mane, the Pharaoh makeup, the heat of her tits, it was enough to make a horny colt cum his pants.
“I could say the same, Dashie. Oooooh, you all looked so good in the sky. Sorry I'm late, I left halfway through. Trains. A little slower than flying, but I figured you didn't want a sweaty princess.
“You just visiting, Princess?" Spitfire asked, eyes on her ass. Soarin flexed, his arms and upper body free. His six pack was pronounced, his pecs incredible, he was a sleek bear of a stallion with an appropriately thick horsecock, the only one too thick for Dash to take in her mouth.
Dash released her horny death grip as the slut fixed her mane. “Is this my first visit with you here, sweetie?" she asked, looking back to the captain as she cupped Dashie’s little breasts. The favor was returned with blue latex fingers sinking deep into Candy’s sweater puppies, the black turtleneck velvet soft and minky, perfect for soaking up gallons of spit and sperm.
Thunderlane pulled next, his stink not near as strong, but potent and manly. Dash watched the slut flutter eyes and quiver, knees wobbling, head falling back a little. She attacked the other side of her neck and sucked to leave a mark. Dash groaned in lust and yanked on those soft pillows, making sure the slut knew who needed her most. She pushed the princess, quite rudely, into the bench and stood over her.
“My balls are wet with sweat, not your spit. That's a fucking problem. Nice lipstick by the way.” It was cherry red and sparkly.
“Oh, thanks! Shiny got it for me! Looks great on his grey dick. Wonder how it will look on your blue one."
Dash pulled. “Only one way to find out. “ Her soft chest fluff was knotted and matted between her tiny tits, still obviously wet. She yanked down to her dick and gave everyone a peek at the veiny base, the long shaft aimed down her left thigh.
She smelled herself and groaned. “Fuck, my balls are ripe. Don't you think?" She planted a hoof with a squash at Candy’s side and pulled her package free. Two orbs big as two of her fists each plopped out and swung low, heavy with sweat and semen. She held onto her flaring, leaking dick. The wash of chilly air over her wet body made her hair stand up and dick want to hide.
She stroked to the sight of Cadence trembling in her seat, keeping her monster raging. She smiled and masturbated slowly, letting Candy have a first row seat. The skin was soft and moved over the rigid organ, veins dimly pulsing as the blue canon throbbed. The tip was bulging, like an apple sticking out of a tight shirt sleeve, and where the stem should go was a muscular looking port. Wide and oozing, Candy knew the flow it was capable of. Dashie lifted her cock’s gently flaring and relaxing head and showed off her under barrel, she loved to brag about this cum pump, wider than her thumb. It looked to be inflated. The mare planted her thumb across it and rolled her digit up along every rigid inch, the fleshy tube the only part giving way. Dash coaxed out a long streak of precum. The white gold welled up on her tip, caught in the small reservoir around her urethra,until it looked like a shining pearl atop her mast. She sighed and her thumb met her ring, where the weight of her sperm overcame the surface tension. Cum flowed down her penis in a long rivulet, tracing one near the tip til it met her jizz launching bulge, which directed the sweet sticky mess straight down.
Dash smirked at how Candy had begun to lean in, lips wet, eyes crossed. The slut was actually drooling. She looked up, a little flushed in the cheeks. She gave a little exhaling laugh.
“Dashie, can I lick up your yummy precum? It looks so fucking amazing."
“Get all the cum you want, slut."
She smiled wide and pulled her long mane out of her dolled up face. She looked like a raccoon in her dense mauve eyeshadow and false eyelashes. Her lipstick, cherry red, sparkled with glitter. “Yes, ma'am!“
Rainbow closed her eyes and let out a hard moan, wings shooting out to slap Soarin on her right, Fleetfoot on her left. She was in utter bliss as those dicksucking pillows wrapped around her already wet dick. Her body trembled. Her long cock erupted in a hard flare, making her whole cock jump like a bunny. “Oh my god!" Spitfire murmured, drooling on herself. The royal slut wasn't able to respond vocally beyond a surprised squeak. Dash opened he eyes to see Candy shivering in delight, eyes locked at the base of Rainbows third leg, mouth overflowing with saliva and presperm. The whore groaned meekly, then took a breath through her nose, and with a fiery look up, held her breath to go deep.
She let out another pent up groan, balls swinging as she met Candy’s force with a swing of her own. That incredible cock sank seven mighty inches down, somewhere about half way, making the whores neck inflate like a balloon. "Yeeeesss,“ Spitfire whined, legs shivering and squirming. She was beating her cock hard and fast, leaking and flaring. It was fucking hot to watch her go nuts, and massaging her low hanging balls.
Dash normally had a hair trigger. Today, she was nitroglycerine. She gripped that long, glowing horn as her king kong cock flared it's widest yet. She didn't need to say anything. All she shouted was “FUCK! “ like a bark. Her bloated balls drew slightly towards her, too over laden to fight gravity much. The slut was crying black mascara to streak her cheeks pink and grey, her lips were stretched and her jaw on fire. Her neck was getting destroyed, and her lungs burned from lack of air. But as equestria’s premier slut, when a fabulously beastial cock erupted like a volcano down one's throat, there's but one thing to do.
In Rainbow’s hand glowed the long horn of the princess of cum. It cast one well practiced spell. The ejaculating cock drew it's suction like a massive pump, calling up gobs of slimy sperm. This lovely machine found its reservoir massaged and heated to just above comfortable, loosening eager, viscous chunks of spermatozoa. Rainbow twitched as her balls were cradled by two blazing hot magical bowls.
Her ejaculation never seemed to end.
Both mares’ visions greyed around forty ropes.
The orgasm was close to the best ones she had ever had. That statement applied to three mares in one instant. When Rainbow came to, she found Candy twitching, lips around her ring, dripping frothy spit. Spitfire was panting, smirking, licking sperm from her fingers. Dash realized that her side and Candys cheek had a healthy load on both.”It was so fucking hot,“ Spitfire explained, rising. “Now, she's gonna die if you don't let her breathe, Crash.”
“Hey, we can call the princess Crash, too, now," Soarin joked, stroking his long cock slowly. Rainbow pushed in that horn gently, sliding her hard, spent cock back. Every inch was covered in cum soup. She panted, jealous she didn't get to taste her juicy cum. She so loved to swap spunk with this mare.
When her meaty cock plopped free, still hard, air trickled into her royal lungs. With a little oxygen, her system rebooted. The slut inhaled a deep, sweaty, spermy, spitty, wet breath, chest swelling with the locker room orgy air. She coughed up a storm, giant tits bouncing in her sweater. The air conditioning must have been out, and a hot shower running, because she found herself quite warm and moist, all over. She calmed down and smiled to see a twitching, glazed blue and red cock, such a gorgeous sight. “I feel so full!" she sang, her voice not sounding like it was fucked like a rented five bit hooker. She smiled and winced as sperm dripped into her eye. Spitfire’s load was thick and heavy, streaks and gobs all over the left half of Cadence’s face and bangs.
Spitfire rubbed her own spent dick in Candy’s mane. “Well, you drank a hot, fresh load of Crash’s cum. I'm officially jealous. I gotta take a leak, be right back."
“Same," Soarin admitted, and excused himself as well. His tight ass got a little swat from Candy, who squealed with delight as her horn was yanked to the side like a racecar’s gear shift.
She turned back forward to find three meaty horsecocks, all dripping, all an inch from her face. "I could get used to this view.”
Meaty, sweaty, heavy, smelly, wet and boiling hot. All that and more, times three! There was Rainbow, glazed and still rock solid, throbbing. She was center, as she deserved to always be. To the right now was the colt, young and overflowing with energy and desire, his cock was so fucking thick! Cadence beamed and cupped his jewels, hefty orbs in a healthy sack. And last, to her left, was a flaring and relaxing, pre spitting cobra. Fleetfoot might lack for size, but only in present company. She had squirted on smaller dicks, that is for sure. “Left to right, mouth, pussy, ass. Cool? “ She asked, casual as if asking where everyone wanted to sit in a train cabin.
“Game.”
“Yeah! “
“Oh my fucking god, yes.”
She gave each dick a long, slow kiss on the cum shooting hole, leaving lipstick, and taking sperm in Dashie’s case. As she left Thunder’s insane dick, she felt her face pulled away and a set of nuts landed in her eyes, her body made to lay down. She panted, inhaling sweaty stink from one ripped stallion.
“Ah! Soarin, I know you love getting so rough! Don't you think I forgot last time, Mister! “
That sweater, stained with spit and sperm, finally lifted over her inflated tits and erect nipples. The busty slut had one industrial bra on, which large as it was, was a few sizes too small to keep her tits contained. This, her pink flesh spilled over quite intensely, over the lip and through the cute hole cut in the bottom center for titjobs. He spun around and straddled her tiny waist and just slipped his leaking cock between those melons, holding them tight over his cock in two big hands, dwarfed by her pillows. “You bet I didn't forget either. I had to wear a collared jacket for a week after those hickeys! “ Soarin laughed and hooked a finger in her mouth. She sucked his finger hard enough to cave her cheeks in, moaning deep. Then, Soarin took his finger and slathered her cleavage. "Aaaaah, atta slut. Come on. I know you got that neck claimed already, gimme some lube.”
Fleet took her spot, straddling that face, dipping her own wet balls into Candy’s red lips.
Sweat and spit were flowing over Candy’s face in a constant flow. Her nostrils were flooded with the manly stench. Her knees wobbled as she held her thighs wide open. The universe’s finest cumrag used her perfectly long tongue, soft and so wet, to get the many square inches of Fleetfoot’s massive balls. Those spheres were levered up by a yellow, thick, wet cockhead, smearing and getting smeared with so many lovely flavors of mess. Precum, spit, throat slime, mascara and even tears all mixed together in a disgustingly lovely slurry, Candy’s face the caldron. Spitfire got two handfuls of Fleetfoot’s breasts as she slid her cock under her cannonballs and over Candy’s kissing lips.
Her moaning enthusiasm crested with a squeak, brought on by a finger dipped into her boiling hot pussy. She pushed her hips up, her fat ass barely coming off the bench as her incredible legs flexed. She gasped, too, drawing in the wet air. Her eyes crossed as she enjoyed a quick squirting orgasm. Her hips bucked in tiny, rapid thrusts skyward, her body shouting ”Yes! I need more!" She sprayed four times over what she assumed to be Rainbow Dash.
The princess fell limp, panting softly over wet balls and dickheads. She kissed each as they retreated, leaving her wet face to cool in the hot air. She looked up past spit bridges over her long eyelashes to Spitfire and Fleetfoot gently rubbing their turgid horsecocks together, hands on each others’ hips, licking at their lips, arms wet up to the elbow. So it was Spitfire? Or was she caught in the mare squirt blasts? Candy giggled and cast a spell upon those lovely cocks, making them grind and push into each other firmly by the grace of silky hot magic hands.
The mares moaned, ignoring the huge cock slipping into the fuck hole of Candy’s bra. She hugged herself, arms over Soarin’s hands, and smiled up to him. She breathed deep, her clit winking painfully hard. She looked back to the mares and drew them near with a spell. “Come to Candyyyy," she sang, smiling wide. “Ah!" she started as something got in her eye. She glanced quick to see Soarin peeking from her fat tits, spritzing precum.
The mares shuffled over awkwardly until they were straddling her face, smiling and laughing with her. Those low hanging balls drug across her forehead, soiling her bangs, her long horn safely out of the way. She dipped her head and carefully let them over her long, hot horn. She groaned as it was stroked by both the captain and her subordinate. In that regard, and maybe flying skill, they weren't equal. Now, dicks grinding together and leaking like Dash after one slow stroke, they were a perfect match with a perfect pair of equine balls, each.
Candy sucked and kissed one of Spitfires, then Fleetfoot, catching spit and precum all over her face. Red sparkles spread slowly all over those sacks, and consequently her cheeks. Candy was about to cum from the dicks dominating her tits and face alone when her lips were spread below, her anus poked with something hot and wet.
She jolted, sucking a deep lungfull of sweaty spit air. Her lush sex was parted by the horniest mare in Equestria. Rainbow couldn't watch Soarin’s perfect back muscles fuck for long without cumming hands free, anyway. She pulled Candy’s legs up with wet hands. Promoting Soarin to get up and off for a second. “Sorry, big guy. I hate to see you stop, but I love to watch you move." She winked and got her cheek stroked by damp fingers.
“Get you some, Crash. This mare is in-fucking-tense!" She cupped his wet cockhead and rubbed her cleavage tuft with the slop, smiling. God, he smelled so bad, but good.
She pushed Candy’s knees by her face and straddled her ass, her own knees as wide as she could go as she went backwards. Her tight ass landed in Thunderlane’s big hands. Soarin swung his muscular, long legs over and pinned the sluts ankles behind her shoulders. Rainbow was jealous. Spitfire and Fleetfoot dragging their balls all over her face, Soarin fucking her huge tits (something she was incredibly jealous of on its own), and now, two huge cocks?! Lucky fucking slut!
Dash panted as she was groped hard. She lifted her ass back, feeling like a sex doll to the much bigger stallion. A foot and a half and one hundred and fifty pounds larger than her, she was a toy to him! “Fuck me next, Thunder," she panted over her shoulder.
Candy squealed in bliss, drowning out any reply from Thunder. She looked down and groaned deep. Her flared head was buried five inches or so deep in the whore’s perfect gash. She closed her eyes and focussed on how good the wet sensation felt as Thunder pushed her hips, sinking her deeper, deeper, Celestia, deeper!
POP!
“Gyah!” both sluts screamed as Rainbow’s fat ring popped in wetly. She found her knees against those thighs and bucked back.
POP!
Again they cried out. It was so snug, so soaking wet, so good! Before she knew it, Dash had her hooves hooked around those thick thighs, tits and face in Soarin’s back. She held on as her hooves found the bench from around that teeny waist, and some power. She bucked straight up and down, bracing against the sweaty colt. She moaned in his ear, sucking salty, humid air. Soarin definitely left all the showers going at full blast.
She smiled as a thumb played with her back door, smearing something wet back there.
“Oooooh, fuck me, “ she groaned, stroking Soarin’s heaving chest. She could hear his balls go" pap pap pap” against those milk machines.
Dash shot upright as a wet tongue found her puckered little equine asshole. She had never felt something like that back there, but it was entirely a pleasant, if weird, sensation. She leaned into her wingmate and smiled as she felt her nubile body be rocked. “Dashie?" a voice called out, muffled and garbled by the balls she was gobbling.
Right, she was waist deep in Candy. Dash bucked back, making Thunderlane move his face. It was so weird! The slick tickling felt amazing though, and she knew she would bust quick again. Dash sank her hips hard as deep as she could, as hard as she could, pulling in Soarin for leverage. He grabbed her mane over her shoulder and held her face into the sleek, wet, sweaty coat between his shoulder blades.
The blue bitch bucked her hips back and in again, each time a more difficult task. She whined and gripped Thunderlane’s short hair, pushing back into his eager mouth.
She panted and waited, every veiny inch deep inside for Thunder and his tongue to make Dash explode. She panted, huffing Soarin, but there was a sudden lack of tongue.
“You better get back to licking my -Ah!" She winced as a thumb popped into her back door, spit enough lube. She looked back to see Thunder’s other hand dipping his dick into the pink slut's asshole. The scream was one part pain, five parts joy. Rainbow herself showered as Candy sprayed her lower tummy again. There was quite the puddle developing under the six-backed beast.
Huge hands on her ass and a wide back to rest against, Dash loved to be the meat in this stallion sandwich. She breathed deep, the sweat so fucking strong. Her cock was flaring as Thunder started to dive inside.
The blue slut’s eyes opened wide when she realized the pressure growing under her cock was Thunderlane’s own, tunneling in. “Oh fuck, I can feel yours, that's so fucking hoooooot!! “ Rainbow moaned. She looked back with a smile as he lifted her hips up. She lowered them back down, grinding her cock against his through Candys walls of flesh.
“Like that?" Soarin asked quietly to the whore, still enjoying a shower of precum. Her magic kept Spitfire and Fleet throbbing against one another, their spermy juices flowing fast all over her face.
She nodded, making four fat balls bounce. "Mmhmm! Ah, they're both so huge! Ah, I want more cuuuum!” she sang. Her hands came up between either mare’s legs and rubbed their fantastically athletic asses. So round, but tight! Candy encouraged the girls to thrust and grind. Someday they'd learn how to have an orgy.
The grip around both girls dicks moved up and down, wetly and hotly and tightly milking those long dicks. Candy could feel the veins bulging. She traced then with her spell. She herself, covered in stallion, was breaking a sweat, making her coat slick and hot, especially around the impossibly long cock between her impossibly giant tits. She moved her hands to stroke the peeping, leaking, flaring head poking free. As the pair in her fuckholes got to really thrusting and making her bounce, Candy got to really sucking on those huge balls, and pushing her tits over Soarin. Everyone was hitting their rhythm.
Candy smiled wide as Spitfire climbed off and both mares stsred rubbing their cocks in her face. “Aaaah, gonna cum, you two?" she asked, her chin prodded with a meaty log." Gonna paint Crashie? “ she whispered.
“Ah, come on, go faster, Thunder! “ Dash called out, fucking twice as fast as him. She was close, so fucking close, but couldn't hope to slow. She bent forward and spread her wet ass, giving herself a hard spank. Dash pushed off of Soarin and used more length to drive into the slut, who squeaked and moaned in approval.
As her asshole was spread wide and her cunt stuffed repeatedly, Candy opened wide to let two fat heads into her dripping mouth. They fought and throbbed and moved around and against one another, one orangeish and the other jet black. Both had the gnarliest veins. Her hands buried in her tit flesh, Candy cast a spell to heat and massage those lovely orbs. She moaned hard as her tongue flicked all over those heads.
“Fuck," Spitfire groaned, flaring. Fleet followed, both relaxed in Candys mouth, filling her cavity with pre." Your dick is gonna make me cum, Fleet, “ she hissed.
“It's not my fault Thunder is a tough nut! “ she shouted quietly.
Candy just rolled her eyes. Her hot horn, dripping with spit and pre, manifested a little hand to grip the base of Thunders cock. It wetted him with a glowing oil, slicking his length as it drove in her ass. “Ah, fuck!" the quiet colt shouted." Fuck, I'm gonna cum, shit!”
Suddenly, Spitfire was airborne. She took Dash by the shoulders and heaved her sideways, her long dick slipping out and leaving Candy a gaping mess, holding her in a half Nelson as Thunder popped his third leg free.
Dash stopped struggling the instant she saw it. Time seemed to slow. His flare was grotesquely wide. The whole length was shimmering black with pink cream colored slime all along the length, magical fluids. They plumped his veins to be wider than her pinky. His cock jumped with throbs. She watched in slow motion as he turned to bear that canon. She sat up tall, not thinking, acting on whore instinct. She was terrified. She was grinning from ear to ear.
Candy groaned, breaking the moment, and Thunder stood square in front of the tiny mare. She winced as he throbbed, then again, flaring out wider than her face! He relaxed, and started to jerk off. Fleetfoot appeared, flaring too, her big cock a toothpick to him. Soarin next, all flaring, magical lube all over their amazing cocks. She shrieked as a fat rope spurt out from Soarin, then she felt it. A wet fist to her cheek. Then two at the same time, she didn't know from where.
The next blast was obvious. It was a cinder block of boiling hot cum impacted on her lips. The stink was heady, the texture thick and almost oily. She could taste his sperm count was through the roof. She didn't need to ask for more meaty cum. Rope after rope, she shrieked with bliss as her own sensitive cock erupted hands free from the bath. Her shoulders shook and she smiled wide, hoping plenty would glue to her mane. She loved the way it looked, hanging in gobs in her hair.
Dash fought her eyes open to watch. Soarin was spent, drooping slightly. He made room for Spitfire, who let the happy pink cumslut go to join in. She thought she saw a pink hand grip her reddish cock, but her right eye was blasted directly.
“Ah!" she shouted, sitting tall, mouth open and filled every second. She didn't swallow. She needed to get disgusting. She needed a cum bath.
Dash touched her chin as things died down. She just wiped her eye when Spitfire landed her last volleys across her muzzle. Dash took it like a good girl.
“You're after my heart, Rainbow Dash,” the world’s silkiest voice whispered into her ear. She heard Candy take a long sniff, and smiled, knowing she did her proud.
“Holy fucking shit," she whimpered. Dash was pulled back into a hot, sweaty embrace, her body engulfed in two massive pillows. A gentle hand slid up her body so slowly, tracing her six pack to her tiny, slimy tits. She opened her mouth and was rewarded with two fingers laden with cum so thick she had to chew. The fingers mopped up more from her chest, then left. With her eyes glued shut under a few dozen layers of steamy cum, Dash was content to not watch. She felt Candy tremble and savior Thunder’s huge load.
“Mmm, would be better I think if you ate pineapple, sweetie, “ Candy said.
“Stop talking with your mouth full, princess, “ was all he said. Something heavy hit her temple and rested there as Candy suddenly gagged.
Dash wiped her eye, oh Celestia there was something near solid in this glob, and looked up to see one of Thunderlane’s low hanging balls resting on her face. With her mane resting along Candy's collarbone, the slut was obviously, audibly choking on his cock.
“Wait, how did you fit-” she turned in her lap and gasped. Cadence was doing it! She actually managed to fit that third leg in her maw! “Hell yeah! Atta girl!” She spun in place and cupped that perfect, spread pussy and put three fingers to work deep inside, stroking her g spot, wet balls lathering her mane like shampoo. She didn't wait more than a few seconds to return her glazed cock back to its home: equestrias best pussy. "Gah! Ah, fuck, fuck yes!" Rainbow moaned and breathed hard as her head was a ball rest.
Dash spread the royal thighs and looked up, so her forehead would be the point where those two big, unaerodynamic orbs would fall, spreading left and right, the wet skin contacting her messy face. Most of the cum was his anyway, and it'd be a labor of bliss to lap it all up again. Thunder spread his legs as Rainbow slid in and stood on her knees. She huffed his balls deep and eagerly, letting her tight blue ass be groped and her wet asshole get poked. She didn't care by who.
Dash groaned deep as her slow thrusts rocked her tight ass back onto someone's cock. She tried to relax and let it in. She needed every inch of dick in the world plus some fingers. Whoever popped in, dick wet with Candy’s cream, whatever lotion or oil it was made her asshole tingle and heat up in the most perfect way. And the lubrication was perfect! She found that cock gliding in and out easily, but not without effort. She was pretty petite, after all.
Dash fell into Candy’s body, burying her face in her neck, body engulfed in tits. She rocked her hips quick and shallow, fifteen inches in that cunt, rolling forward into Candy’s amazing little vagina, then back, again, rapid like a hummingbird.
Cadence's neck was given a break at some point, coughing and hacking and leaking spit and pre and slimy fluids all over Rainbows back. She squeaked and hugged Candy tighter, til her long mane was tugged back. Hard.
Dash was made to sit tall, all her weight on her ass, and on Spitfire’s wet cock. Fleetfoot lifted her cock in one hand, pulling Dash like a marionette with the other. No words. She smiled and stuck her tongue out like a painting dog.
She winced as that baseball bat of a dick fell hard into her face. Splash! Sprays of sperm got everywhere, flying out in cooling drops, rivers of cum pouring down her face like gooey whitish lava.
The ensemble suddenly heaved as Candy was made to come forward. She pinned the blue whore to her captain, burying both in pink. The princess spread her legs and gave Dash a tongue first kiss.
Dash was grinning til balls landed on her eyes…. Again. She sucked at the bulging underside of Fleet’s fine dick, groaning and vibrating the thing with practiced skill. Cadence was yanked to sit up, horn first, and slurped on the base of Thunderlane’s insane dick. The slut jumped as Soarin used his gooey cock as an anal prod, sinking balls deep in Cadence.
Rainbow could feel it slide in through those walls. She was buried balls deep in that pussy, still, and the inflated under barrel ground into her own.
Soarin grinding his cock in hers through the softest flesh in the universe got rapid reload Dash to flare. Hard.
She whimpered like a dog and hugged her slutfriend tight. Inhaling cum fumes and sweaty balls, kissing wet cocks, a rod balls deep in her ass, and of course, getting her hair-trigger cock squeezed in a wet vice, AND frotted, Rainbow was due in seconds.
Spitfire had abs so strong, she could buck and lift the three of them, rolling Candy forward to slurp on Thunderlane. Rainbow listened to her grunt into her ear, breathing hard, she had to be getting so much cum-smell, too. "Ah, get it, bitch, fuck me raw," she groaned over her shoulder, Spitfire's hot lips sucking air over Rainbow's cheek. "That's it, bitch? Come on, I can barely feel it!"
Candy and Dash bounced high suddenly, coming down in a wet crash, then they were launched again. Rainbow felt that creamy cock slide out to the flare, then rocket balls deep. She felt Soarin, too, who groaned with them. Rainbow sucked air and smiled wide, on the brink of erupting once more. She was inhaling as Fleetfoot returned her dick to her mouth. Dash throated it instinctively, neck bulging. She held onto Candy for life as she had an air-free orgasm. Her eyes crossed, her flare insanely wide, her big blue balls drawn up to her body. No spell this time, Candy had a full order of cock to cater to.
Spent, Dash was still hard, and kept her position for now. She lay limp between the mares, holding her breath til her lungs burned, her jaw ached. Fleetfoot was big, just not as much as Thunderlane. Dash found herself struggling to keep up, either way. She tapped Fleetfoot's thigh three times, then again when she only sped up.
"Stop!" she screamed in her mind, pushing on her hips now. Fleetfoot's hooves spread on the tile some and brought both hands to her jawbone, gripping it like a whore's hips, and slammed home repeatedly. Dash winced as two wrecking balls slapped her muzzle, making sperm splash off in wet bridges and streaks. Her lungs were burning, her neck was in so much pain, it was like getting punched in the throat over and over again. Dash could take some abuse, but this was more than she expected from her wingmate.
Her vision greyed as her hard cock started to feel ready to unload balls deep in the slut again.
Candy began to roll her hips after Rainbow gushed her lovely cumload all the way into her cum-tank. Her lips and jaw stretched beyond what any lesser mare could, Candy and her big lips still managed a smile as Thunder bucked deeper and deeper, his ring even noticeable through her flesh when he held himself waist deep. She wondered if he would follow Rainbow in unloading in her guts.
Her gag sent spit in globs all over his hips. She whined as her anus was spread so fucking wide over Soarin's lovely, veiny, pulsating member. She reached back and pulled her cheeks wide, showing the stallion what he was destroying, so fucking wet with creamy pink lube. She snuck a breath as Thunder pulled back, but, she coughed as he pulled out, cock arching up and jumping with power. She coughed hard and caught her breath as spit and slime rained down on her face and Rainbow's. The poor bitch was struggling, she saw.
"Want me to keep her awake? I know just the spell," she asked, her silky voice made just a touch rough.
Fleetfoot grunted and replied: "Why? She's much better this way."
Candy smiled, still bouncing on that comatose cock. "Yeah, let her shut up for a while," Thunderlane said. "Don't get me wrong, I like Rainbow a lot, but I gotta take the chance to see her get smacked around some."
Fleetfoot kept going, raping that poor mare's face, her speedy blue ass claimed by her captain. Candy felt a twinge of jealousy, even two dicks buried in her fuckholes. She sat tall and played with her wet tits, sweater soaking up fluids somewhere under Spitfire.
Candy bit her lip and looked to Dash. She was out, but hardly cold. A little drool snuck out of her plump lips, making her realize she was more than a little envious. "E-easy, Fleetfoot, sweetie. Being unconscious is like, super bad for you. You're gonna let her get some air soon, right?"
The dark grey wonderbolt smiled and cupped Candy's chin, slipping her thumb into her mouth. "Ah, yeah, definitely,” she said with her cute lisp as Thunderlane got her in love with his cute face. “I'm so close. Gonna make her wake up to another facial!"
"Or bust in my mouth?" she half begged, speaking with a lisp herself as Thunder’s big thumb occupied her mouth. "I swear we'll cumswap for everyone to watch!" She winced as Soarin suddenly shoved his apple-head all the way in, flared and pulled back to start thrusting again. She moaned and sucked Thunderlane's thumb sweetly, cheeks caving in.
The digit left her mouth and smeared the slimy spit over her forehead. "Definitely, Candy." She smiled and took Thunder's neglected cock to lay on her wet face. Her long horn lit up and managed another ball massage for both packages before her.
"Gonna treat me like a rented fleshlight, too, bolts?" she offered. "I've got my fun bag just outside, I can have my assistant bring it if you'd like." She went back to kissing and worshipping the biggest flare she had seen all month.
Soarin gripped her shoulders as he made that ass clap, long cock gliding in and out, the stallion grunting hard. "Shit, what do you got?" Thunder asked, holding her hot horn in one hand, Fleetfoot going nuts just beside him. She was sucking air and looking ready to explode.
"Toys, plugs, lubes, paints, some kinky outfits, ropes, chains, blindfolds, gags to make me shut up, gags to make my face a fuckhole, lotions, ointments, condoms, locks and keys, latex binds, candles, potions, clips, knee pads, whips, vibes, spreader bars, chokers, makeup, masks, fake cum, and maybe a magazine or two. You know, just a few essentials."
"Next time," Spitfire grunted, yanking on Rainbow's little hips, grunting. "Ah! Fuck! We got a long day tomorrow, you horny buck! Fuck, I'm cumming!"
"I'll get you my number," Candy replied, giggling. "Ah, fuck, I think Rainbow's flaring in me~! I know you are, Soarin!"
The colt made her balloons bounce and wobble as he pulverized her pink ass.
Eyes crossing, Candy slurped the tip of Thunder's beastly dick. She held on for life as sperm rocketed up her ass, then her pussy. Dash was cumming, passed out! Spitfire was, too? She assumed so. Suddenly, her horn was yanked to the side, and she heard the most disgusting, wet, awful sound: Fleetfoot slunking her massive, veiny, dripping wet black horsecock out of her compatriot's maw. Candy praised Fleetfoot's parents for making this creature silently as the new cock came to play. She opened wide and clenched her eyes as her throat was violated. Thunderlane pulled out, and Candy fell upon Fleetfoot with a hard gag, lurching, her neck looking inflated as over a foot of meaty cock sank in with no hesitation. She put her hands on those hips and pushed, trying to make sure the cum geysered into her mouth, not her gut. As lovely as down the throat shots were, oh they were so lovely, she wanted truly to cumswap a nice fat load.
Soarin pulled out and laid his creamy monster along her back, using her wings and tail to clean up. What a thoughtful stallion, Candy thought. Now he needs to plug my ass so I can enjoy that cream inside me! But the thought was fleeting, she had bigger problems. Namely, the lack of cum in her mouth.
Fleetfoot pulled her flare out with another lovely wet sound, one Candy tried to make as loud as possible. She was pulled off by her horn like a handle of a heavy, cheap tool, yanked with no sense of her well being. She winced, as it naturally hurt bad, but felt her body flush anyway. She was pulled off of her lovely friend's massive blue dick, yes, still hard, and covered in hers and Rainbow's cum. She again wished she could plug her hole and keep the precious sperm inside, or at least squeeze it all out onto Dashie's face. No time for that!
She was pulled to the bench in a hurry to lay upon her back and hang her head off the edge, a classic hardcore porn move. Thunder took his place between her squeezable thighs as Fleetfoot stuck her dick back up that throat, noises even louder than last time. Candy's hands trembled and instinctively spread her pussy lips. Her wet, warm, wobbling tits jiggled from the recoil as she did so. Two fingers invaded her pussy, stirring Rainbow's hot cum and spreading her some, she was gaping as is. Thunder wasted no more time.
A hot pair of balls slapping her forehead lifted towards the young, athletic mare to slap her royal cumslut's eyes. She smiled, ready for the load, horn glowing dully to send a spell to those balls, gratefully massaging and squeezing and heating them. She could smell the fermented sweat, the sperm all over the room, the manly, heady smell of cock everywhere, even with her windpipe clogged. It was more than a smell. It was her whole environment, the miasma, her life, her purpose.
She squeaked and tensed suddenly, pain jolting up her spine, as her pussy was spread so fucking wide by that amazing cock. She lifted her knees some, as wide as she could get them, and dug her fingers into Fleetfoot's thighs, ready for her cum.
As Candy was being pulverized away on the fuckfactory that was the bench, a trickle of air entered Rainbow's lungs. The salty, hot, wet, cum-hazed air that she got had just enough oxygen to get her synapses firing, and her body realized it needed more of the stuff. She jolted upright with a deep inhale, coughing as she drew in bits of spermy spit into her lungs. She found herself full, her ass had her captain's juicy dick in it, along with what felt like five gallons of creamy semen. Dash fell back panting, her neck stroked by Spitfire, her tiny tits played with, too. She felt sore in her cock, and like she had swallowed a box of steel wool scrubbers. She looked over her shoulder to Spitfire, smirking, obviously spent, head resting on someone's wet flightsuit.
"Sup, slut?" Dash rasped, moving her ass some, making Spitfire moan. "You're still hard?"
She nodded. "You were unconscious for like five minutes, have a cock balls deep in your ass, your own is covered in your own cum, and you want another round?"
She scoffed. "Duh. You game? We don't have to go crazy like Candy over there, holy fuck. Wow.... what a mare." She laughed and rolled her hips forward and back. Dash gulped, touching her sore neck, watching those three go at it. Thunder was using his olympian strength to dip his insane dick balls deep, making the little slut crumple like a soda can, her tummy even showed a bulge. Rainbow could only imagine how that felt. Fleetfoot was doing all she could to keep Candy in place, but her wet hooves kept sliding back on the tile. Thunderlane had to yank Candy's hips back every few thrusts, breaking up the carnal rhythm. Somehow, it made it worse. Or, as Rainbow found herself flaring just watching, that much better.
Soarin let his cock swing in front of her face, also slimy with cum. Celestia, it smelled so fantastic! She drank in the sight. Long and thick, so many juicy veins over his dark blue dick. She reached out and traced one that rose and fell over his ring, the soft skin nice and wet. "You spent, Soarin?" she asked, cupping the head of his cock and squeezing gently. She bit her lip. She didn't get to play with his cock nearly enough.
As the trio sleepily regrouped, the other three were having a wet, flesh-slapping fuck. Thunder was just starting to work his incredible cock deep into the whore, as Fleetfoot found her nut to be a little tougher to crack than she expected. Candy knew what she was doing. These balls needed more worship while she was on the verge of orgasm. Her thrusts were erratic, random, deep. Candy cupped that tight ass, so grateful for the wonderbolts and their intense exercise regimen. Her halting spell faltered as that flare spread her insides like a crowbar. She groaned, her horn fizzling out, her own body spasming. She hugged her huge tits, surprised to feel something wet and hard.She spread her pillows and a light body climbed onto hers, laying it's cock along her sternum. Candy happily buried that bone in her boobs, squeezing and making the perfect thing to fuck.
Fleetfoot was a good girl and pulled her flaring head out to Candy's mouth, drawing back a gallon of throat slime like a squeegee. Candy shivered as she blew bubbles through her nostrils. The first gobs came, thick and chewable. Her mouth overflowed before the second rope was done. Semen flowed out her nose, oh how it burned, and drips and drops here and there snuck from her lips. Ten plus ropes later, Candy's face was streaked pink and white and black from fluids and mascara. She felt that spent cumpump pull free, then the body climb over. Fleetfoot's tight ass in her face, Candy knew she was adding her dick to the milky tits. The mares made out as their wet cocks slid over one another between her H cups, Fleetfoot's wilting, and she assumed from the incredible size she also was milking Rainbow, now. Spitfire played catcher to all the salty, juicy cum that was raining down Candy's face and hanging mane, spitting it back into her eager mouth. They tongue-kissed for a while, til, Candy reached out and magically stroked that yellow-orange cock.
That was when Spitfire stood tall, balls swinging low in a magical massage, her flaring cock flexing, looking like a balloon inflating. "Oh my gosh!" she barely peeped. Her vision was blocked once more by balls, what a luxury! Candy nuzzled into those well-tasked organs. "Hellooooo!" she sang, kissing at the slimy base of Spitfire’s fantastic package.
The youngest bolt was quietly, gently dipping his third leg balls deep in Candy, biding his time while gingerly sliding his fat cock all the way in, then out, then back in. It seemed the girls had had their fun. "Hold on tight, Dash, Fleet."
That was all the warning he gave.
The grey colt grabbed Cadance by her wrists and dipped his ass down, squatting low enough to bring his thighs parallel to the bench. He pulled his shoulders back and flexed his biceps, slowly standing, bringing Candy's face and body up, Dash along for the ride.
"Woah!" Fleetfoot shouted, wincing as she stumbled back, holding her package gingerly, the length drooping some. The colt hoisted the curvy and nubile girls both, the latter falling back into his chest. Dash looked up, legs spread wide.
Candy screamed as she was made to sit her whole body on his cock. It was too long to completely enter her vagina, her thighs wrapped around his body to bear her weight, yet, quite a bit remained square on his amazing cock. She hyperventilated and squirted hard as he stood tall, making her body hang on his from the inside.
"Fucking fuck," Spitfire groaned, getting close and stroking her wet cock. The heat had them all wet with sweat. Fleetfoot stuck her tongue right in that panting mouth, sliding her long dick between those perfect yellow cheeks. Spitfire let Fleetfoot reach around and stroke her veiny, rock hard cock.
Dripping precum and sweat, Soarin entered the suspended fuck from behind Cadence. He was plenty tall and big enough to reach her back door comfortably, and more than lubricated enough to glide his stiff horsecock in that muscular pink asshole. He grunted hard in her ear, making the slut whimper and smile. "Atta boys," she said, quivering.
Dash laughed and bit her lip, stroking Thunderlane's chin. "Atta boy," she parotted, looking up, biting her lip. "Come on, you gotta grunt when you're lifting. Haven't you ever been to the gym? I wanna hear ya, new meat."
"You're lucky Candy's riding this dick, Crash. There's no way you fucking could." He gave a hard little grunt in her ear, making the little blue slut and her rigid, wet cock glide between those silky, slimy pillows, drawing out a moan of her own.
She laughed up to the stud thrice her size, in regards to body mass. "No way. You'd need to take some organs out if you want me to take that fucking dick. Ah, fuck, I think I can feel it through you, Candy. You like two giant stallion dicks balls deep in you?" she asked leaning forward to kiss Soarin over Candy's shoulder.
The slut was too busy drooling.
Rainbow took some of Soarin's spit, along with a mouthful of her own, and set to sucking the whore's dim horn like a conical cock. She moaned, giving it a hard vibration as she thrusted shallow and fast.
On the bench, the other mares were frotting hard, gliding their milky, equally matched cocks over one another, Spitfire driving down into the laid-out Fleetfoot. "Gonna cum," the captain whispered between breaths and tongue-suckings.
"Do it on my cock," Fleetfoot said, smiling and curling her hooves behind Spitfire's back, both their wings extended.
"Candy, I'm gonna bust," Dash groaned, drooling on her face. She might have smiled a bit wider, it was hard to discern, especially with her focus shifting to those wobbling melons.
Thunder sucked air, painting on Dash's extended wings. The blue bitch laid back, and held on as he redoubled his efforts, working with Soarin. The stallions took four handfuls of pink flesh and squared their stances. Alternating like different pistons of a crankshaft, the colts competed to see who could buck harder. Ass, pussy, ass, pussy, Candy's body was their pincushion.
"Fuck, I can feel it," the passenger moaned, letting those huge tits fall to the side. She whimpered and leaned back, letting her hips roll up that sexy body. She cried out as her cock let loose another load. The first wimpy rope didn't reach her chin. The next was a fist of thick cum, fired like a pistol into the pink whore's destroyed face, adding another layer of filth and DNA. Rainbow had a few more healthy ropes, but her reservoir was dry. She was pumping what she was making, now. Still, she would have most pent up stallions beat.
Thunder arched his back and threw his whole body into one last one, flexing once, twice. "I feel your fucking flare!" Dash panted, touching the bulge in Candy's tummy. She could SEE it! "Oh my fucking Celestia!"
Thunder gave a proper gym grunt at last, deafening Dash point blank. She held on for life, one hand on Candy's knee, the other one of the young buck's wrists. He drew up one hell of a load, or she assumed, from how many times he grunted and flexed under her body.
As hard and sudden as the stud blew his cumload, he relaxed, slumping, making both girls fall with him with a yelp. He shifted his hooves and helped Soarin take the weight, still hard in that pink ass. Dash flapped her wings and got off, landing shakily, slumping on the bench where Spitfire was masturbating hard, aiming at that dark cock of Fleefoot's. She bent over and kissed her wingmare, moaning, stroking her breasts and body as it was Spitfire's turn to shout and grunt.
As the captain let loose her next round, Thunder pulled his cum-gun free, the sloppy organ falling out like a dropped sledgehammer. The wet pendulum swung low and slapped Dash across her side, making her off balance. She turned and watched just as the slimy bucket of cum gushed from Candy's well used pussy. "GAH!" Candy shouted, smiling ear to ear.
Rainbow laughed and flinched, then sat up into her cum shower. "Holy fuck, Thunder! Ah! Yes, so much fucking... ah! Gah, it hurts to get hard this much, Candy," she whined, hopping up blind to stand on the bench. She wiped her eyes and rubbed her stiff cock with Thunder's cream. "Ready for mine again?"
Candy made a noise like a baby gurgling.
Soarin shrugged and hoisted her by the crook of her knees. Dash, with the aid of the bench, had enough height to dip her own rod into Candy's shop. She wasn't nearly as tight as before, but Thunder's slimy donation was heaven to fuck in. The creamy soup was so wet and hot, Dash found herself flaring in about two thrusts. "Ah, too fucking sensitive," she groaned, balls swinging and flinging cum across the room. At this point, it could have been anypony's.
Soarin bucked, himself, adding his might again to the equation. Dash relied on it, as her knees were quite weak. The two worked Candy as Spitfire and Fleetfoot lazily made out, Thunder bracing against the wall, catching his breath.
A hand on her milky tits, Dash leaned in and let go of her next sudden orgasm. Soarin was panting, too, holding steady so Dash could pull out. She got low after pulling her finally limping cock to eat that cream pie. So full of salty cum, she thought she could taste her own. She knew it well. Dash loved to suck her own cock, and her sperm was sweet as ice cream, thanks to her fruity diet. She groaned, finally succumbing to exhaustion. She laid over Fleetfoot as Spitfire got up to lay on another bench.
Soarin carefully laid Candy on her hands and knees by the limp Thunderlane, but she just fell to her face, inches from his balls. In her state, she could still pull his glazed cock to lay across her face. Soarin used her ass like a fleshlight, deep, quick thrusts. "One last cumshot, Candy. Where you want it?"
She only hummed, under that third leg, smiling, cupping the cum-vein along the bottom. Soarin grabbed her ass hard, spreading those lovely, huge, strong, soft cheeks to show the ring gripping his wet pole. He gulped and swung his hips hard, making her bounce under him. Soarin closed his eyes and grunted, pulling his cock halfway out, letting the slut feet his organ flare hard and erupt his sperm into the canal. "Gah, take it, slut!" he sighed.
He pulled out, leaving both holes gaping, her asshole sloooooowly oozing his sperm. The stud wiped his white and grey cock clean with her filthy tail. He stood tall and looked around.
Thunder, his baby colt to take care of, was shuddering, sucking air, his cock still plumped up as it laid across the slut's shivering head and shoulderblades. The pink whore was oozing from every hole, gaping wide. Soarin wondered if they went too hard on her, til she shifted her knees together to lay on her side, hugging that dick like a lover. He turned and surveyed his lady bolts. Dash was sprawled across Fleetfoot, both passed out, both covered in cum, Dash a sight worse off. Spitfire grumbled and sat up, holding her head.
"Damn.... I think that might have been the most intense session I've ever had," she grumbled. "We all need water.... and a fucking rinse."
"Can't disagree with any of that, cap'n," he said, smiling, sauntering over, his limp cock starting to climb back up. "My balls are fucking drained." He gave Dash a little spank as he walked by, hooves clicking on the tile.
"Wasting taxpayer bits with that hot water running."
Soarin cupped her chin. "Wasting?"
She smirked. "I loved it. Nice touch, got it super hot and wet in here. Shit, my cock was always fucking wet."
He laughed and took her offered hand, hauling her up. She sauntered over the bench and walked with him towards the stalls. "Let's kill all but one shower, then. Looks like we're done fucking."
"Define we," she said, giving his limp cock a little grope. "This ain't totally spent, is it, stud?" she asked, biting her lip.
He laughed. "Damn, let me get some water, girl!"
