As a note, Rumble is a younger teenager in this story. The commissioner states he's at, or not much older than, the age he was in the show (basically just old enough to hit puberty) , indeed still making this foalcon.

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The Wonderbolts show at the Cloudosseum in Cloudsdale had gone off perfectly, the 'Bolts aweing the crowd as always with their high-skill, perfectly coordinated aerial tricks. At least Rumble thought they did, more than a bit distracted by his first day on the job to focus on the show for too long. The cheers that sounded out after Spitfire won the last race of the day with Soarin by a hair were almost deafening, making him pause to watch her do her victory lap while waving at the crowd.

“Hey, need a towel High Winds?" Rumble yelled, tossing the towel to the named mare when she nodded. "Spitfire! Need some Dragonade? Water?” Rumble asked when she’d touched down, the yellow-coated mare accepting a cup of Dragonade with a nod of thanks.

“Thanks kid. Hey, that was the last race today, so all we’ve got left is autograph signing with the fans then a final lap to close things up. Time to pack it up,” Spitfire told him, Rumble nodding and getting to work cleaning up and doing just that.

~

“C’mon, time to head inside Rumble,” Spitfire said some minutes after the final autograph was signed by Soarin and given to a very excited little grey filly wearing a Wonderbolts cap with Soarin's cutie mark on it, who ran off with a very excited squeal to her parents, the rest of the ‘Bolts having grouped together after the show. Rumble nodded, grabbing a final dirty towel with a hoof before then heading to the co-ed locker room with the team. Hauling all the dirty towels in a wheeled hamper for the short trip there, his other supplies in his saddlebags, he listened as they started to unwind from the performance with some banter.

"Good race Fleet, but I think a newborn foal could've beat you as far behind as you were in the last lap!" Rainbow Dash teased her fellow 'Bolt, tossing her short, sweat-matted, prism-hued mane out of her face with a sweat-glistening cerulean hoof.

"Yeah, well I kinda got distracted by that sexy flank of yours. You flagged your tail on purpose just to throw me off my game, didn't you? You know I'm..." Fleetfoot accused playfully, her words trailing off as her hoof firmly smacked Rainbow's flank, the motion making her windswept mane bounce and Rainbow yelp in surprise.

"...maaaaaaybe~?" Rainbow responded while grinning mischievously, getting a face-hoof from Fleet.

"Hey, Bolt-Ass. Next time you'd better win, or I'm gonna make you do ten extra laps at practice!" Spitfire said sternly, Rumble turning his attention to her and Soarin.

"What, really? You won by like half a second!" Soarin exclaimed.

"No, not really, but I think you know what losing means you gotta do for me tonight..." Spitfire said, grinning.

“Yeah yeah, live it up now. I’ll beat you next time!”

“Only in your dreams, Bolt-Ass!”

Rainbow and Fleetfoot were playfully roughhousing and messing around as they headed to their lockers, Rainbow bumping her flank against Fleet's and sending the latter crashing into a bank of lockers before Rainbow darted off, Fleet in hot pursuit of the laughing mare while laughing herself.

Rumble was trying to be of use, but not quite sure where to look or what to do. He felt his eyes wondering to Spitfire, seeing her sliding one sleeve of her jumpsuit down off of her slim, toned right foreleg, revealing her bright-yellow coat beneath it. Rumble looked away with a blush.

I wanna see what the rest of her looks like under that suit too… he thought to himself, wincing at the thought.

Forcing himself to look away despite his adolescent stallion mind wanting to keep watching her undress – to see more of her lithe, toned, athletic body and powerful wings that many other mares would kill for – Rumble instead found himself watching Soarin struggling to squirm out of his own sweat-slicked suit. As he turned away from him, quite a bit more quickly this time, his eyes finally landed on Fleetfoot, seeing her wiggling her hips, then watching as the jumpsuit slid off of her completely and landed on the floor, leaving her totally bare.

C’mon Rumble, what’s wrong with you! Ponies are usually undressed, it’s totally normal to walk down the street nude…but...watching them undress, watching mares undress, seeing them getting naked… it always feels so...different. Why?

Rumble was able to smell the various faint musks of both genders of sweaty ponies as they were no longer contained in the suits and filled the room, making his nose feel slightly overwhelmed at all the different scents. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant, especially not the mares’ odors, but it was something he only experienced after gym at school.

As Fleetfoot started to take her own suit off, however, Rumble found he was especially infatuated with her scent, with it having a certain especially sweet and musky vanilla-y trait to it that drew him to her like a thirsty pony to water. Rumble also noticed as Soarin and his brother, Thunderlane, turned to face her, their own nostrils flaring at her scent. Ignoring it as well as he could despite its instinctive pull, Rumble began to gather the sweaty, soiled jumpsuits into his hamper alongside the equally dirty, sweaty towels from the field. Nopony said this would be a glorious job, but Rumble had to admit the perks were well worth the unpleasant parts.

"Hey, towel-boy, heads up!" Rumble heard Fleetfoot call out, his ears perking up as he turned to her voice...and got hit in the face by her jumpsuit, the crotch of it right at his muzzle. Initially he was annoyed, but when he next breathed in through his nose he was overwhelmed by the scent, finally remembering that distinctive smell from springtime at school, when all the teenaged fillies would all sync their...

Oh Celestia, she is in heat! I thought I knew that scent!

Rumble’s breeding instincts were kicking into hyper-drive, driven by her pheromones now coursing through him, screaming at him to mount her. Quickly removing the suit from his face despite wanting to take a lungful of the musky aroma, and ignoring the weight threatening to spill from his sheath, he chalked it up to an accident despite the grin on her face.

Leaving the locker room when his basket was full, Rumble took some deep breaths to clear his head, trying his best to calm his horny body down. Those breaths weren’t doing as much as he’d hoped though, his boner now fully out and hard, raging from the pheromones clouding his mind as he put the soiled linens from the show into an industrial-sized laundry machine.

As he caught another whiff of Fleetfoot’s fecund scent when he leaned over the basket, the cloying odor digging its hooks into his deepest animal mind and dragging up his breeding instincts, Rumble found himself losing his fight to stay modest.

What the hay was Fleetfoot thinking, performing while in heat? Does she even know she is? Well, from what they said it feels like in sex ed, there’s no way she couldn’t, with how it makes them burn and itch down there! Does she even know what her scent’s doing to me? Did...did she want me to smell her? Is that why she threw her jumpsuit in my face? Is she trying to...no way. I’m just their towel boy!

As Rumble looked at the jumpsuit, faintly smelling the rich, musky scent of ready-to-fuck mare, he felt his cock throb, his desires started to overwhelm him.

Well...maybe...maybe just another little sniff...

After making sure he was still alone, Rumble grabbed Fleet’s jumpsuit and buried his muzzle into the crotch, sniffing loudly and taking in a full lungful of the hypnotizing ambrosia instead of the small sniff he was planning to. That pheromone-ladened, deep and musky scent wrapped around his mind, his already-hard cock flexing against his belly.

Holy hay, why does that smell so goooood?

After another few deep breaths of the pheromones of a mare in heat, Rumble was feeling somewhat desperate, biting his lower lip to distract from the fact that his cock was so hard he could probably drive nails with it.

Real smart, Rumble, now what are you gonna do? Jack off in the public shower and hope nopony walks in? Yeah, not likely nopony will, not just after a show.

Rumble sighed as he instead returned to the locker room for the last of the linens before starting the wash, hoping nopony would notice how much his flight suit’s underbarrel bulged.

As Rumble entered the locker room again, ignoring the cloying scent of Fleetfoot's estrus filling the room, he noticed a towel on the floor near a bench, bending to pick it up. As he lifted his head again, he realized again that he was surrounded by a team of gorgeous, athletic mares, all stripped down to their fur.

First his eyes landed on Fleetfoot, her mid-blue coat and pale blue, almost white, mane quite attractive to him. His eyes subtly glided over her lithe, sleek body, her wide, foal-bearing hips, as well as her broad, powerful wings, like the horny, adolescent colt he was.

Next he saw High Winds, his eyes greedily taking in the sight of her own toned muscles beneath her pale-gold coat, her wings flexed open and two-toned blue, lightly-curled tail swishing slightly as she passionately talked with Soarin about something. He found himself trying to get a peek beneath it on one swish, before finally tearing his eyes away from her as he realized what he was doing.

Alright, enough sightseeing. I’m not getting paid to look at pretty mares!

When he took a few steps and bent down for another towel, Rumble lifted his head...and in front of him was Rainbow's rear; the mare's bare, dark-blue pussy was scant inches from his muzzle, her rainbow-hued tail flagged to the side, her back arched and wings spread to their full, rather impressive, span, and with all four legs spread slightly. What looked very much like she was presenting herself for him to mount and breed.

After getting over the initial shock of having a mare’s crotch right in his face, Rumble looked past the supple, toned cerulean-blue rump and found its owner was instead bending over to get a towel she’d apparently dropped, her tail flagged high, her wings and legs spread seemingly for balance. At least that's what he told himself.

Don’t think sexy thoughts, don’t think sexy thoughts! Damn her pussy’s sexy! BUCK!

Seemingly oblivious to the peep show she'd just given the colt, Rainbow simply walked away without a word, towel in mouth.

With Fleetfoot in heat and suffusing the room with her fertile scent – her musk almost overpoweringly strong given how close he was to the source, only a few hoof-steps away – and the sight and scent of one of his Wonderbolt idol's marehood inches from his muzzle, Rumble felt that distinct heaviness between his legs, now fully hard again.

Oh Celestia, please no...

Between Fleetfoot’s scent and all the other stimulation, Rumble suddenly felt like he had to get himself off, now. His arousal was borderline painful, his stallionhood clearly outlined in the tight-fitting fabric of his suit, throbbing in need. He blushed, grabbing a nearby clean towel and trying to hide the very obvious, moving tent in his suit's crotch by draping it over his croup and having it hang down over the sides of his haunches.

...buck. Buck-buck-buck! Not in front of the 'Bolts! Go away, boner!

Looking away from his crotch, his erection thankfully contained in his suit, his eyes instead landed on Rainbow Dash, who was seemingly doing some stretches now. He saw her tail was flagged up high and her rump up in the air, back arched and her hips lightly swaying as she held a stretch, the position easily bringing back the so-recent memories of her bending down in front of him. Of him being so close that all he needed to do was lean forward a bit, he could stick out his tongue and—

Stop thinking about them like that! They're your employers, nothing more! And sexy, but don't think about that!

Rumble felt his cock flex in response as he got another glance of Rainbow’s deep-blue marehood, feeling a small area of wetness forming on his underbarrel now from the precum his flare was drooling. Then the worst possible thing happened: Rainbow turned around and grinned at him.

"Enjoying the show Rumble?" Rainbow asked as she swished her tail down and turned to face him, walking towards him with a sway in her steps, “I know I’m pretty awesome down there, I’m awesome everywhere after all, but shouldn’t you ask a mare if you can look under her tail first?”

After being caught peeking, Rumble backed away hurriedly. "I-I'm sorry, I was just bending down for this towel and then I saw...well..." Rumble said, his butt hitting the wall behind him and leaving him cornered between two banks of lockers as Rainbow drew closer.

Rumble watched as Rainbow winked her eye, then his eyes bulged as she wordlessly turned away from him again and wiggled her toned rump teasingly with her tail flagged high, bending down and arching her hips up as she went into another, more exaggerated, stretch, her wings flaring out again.

Rumble’s jaw dropped as he saw Rainbow’s pussy a mere inch from his muzzle, so close he could smell her, her pussy’s scent reminding him of a mixture of feminine musk, and more faintly of watermelon and rain.

Breathe, Rumble, breathe! Through your mouth, not your nose! Oh...wow, she smells so good!

Rumble was almost floored at the sight and scent as Rainbow swayed her ass in quite a sensual way, his erect cock threatening to tear through the fabric of the suit at the show she was, possibly unintentionally, giving him.

Then another thought hit him: his muzzle was right there, so close he could touch her...he could touch her pussy with his nose if he moved his head forward at all.

All I’d have to do is stick out my tongue, and…

Rainbow swayed her hips a bit more, Rumble realizing she was looking back at him now, her eyes lidded as she bit her lower lip softly and winked her eye slowly, deliberately. Then she winked her clit at him too; a long, lingering wink that left her clit out of its hood for a good two seconds, a mare’s most primitive way of inviting a stallion to mount her.

Does...does she want me to? Is she really...

Just as quickly as this all started, Rainbow stood normally again, her expression going back to a neutral one. Rumble watched as she dropped her tail again, then she winked her eye again and smirked before walking away towards Fleetfoot, her tail swishing and hips swaying more than usual as she did. All of this left Rumble hard as a rock and confused to match.

Wha...what the hay was that all about?

"Hey sexy, you gonna let me see it?"

Confused, Rumble looked around to find who was speaking, his eyes landing on Spitfire. He could see her muzzle turned up into a cocky grin, her eyes lidded the same way Rainbow Dash’s had been. Looking down to where she was looking, he saw Soarin spread out on a bench in front of her and, after a moment, she met her lips with his in a loving kiss.

“Hmmm...you want it, y’gotta earn it love, especially after that comment about him earlier.”

As Rumble followed Spitfire’s light-orange hoof, he found it between Soarin’s splayed hind legs, her looming over the older stallion from behind the bench and grinning quite the sexy grin as she slowly, shamelessly rubbed between them.

Oh Celestia, is she...is she really rubbing his...she's doing that in front of everypony?!

Rumble’s eyes widened as he saw said dark blue cock started to make its appearance, peaking out of Soarin’s sheath as he moved just so, making Rumble look away with an intense blush.

Holy Luna, what the hay do I do? What the hay is Spitfire doing? They’re going to do...that…right here, in front of everypony?

"Mmm, there he is...hey not-so-little guy, wanna get to know each other better again?"

“Hmm...he says ‘yes, I’d love to’…”

"Hey Thunderlane, seeing you win that race made me think you deserve a better reward than that silly little medal.”

“Oh yeah?”

Yeah...starting with this..."

Rumble looked away from the impending hoof-job in front of him and to his right, seeing a pale olive-yellow mare approaching Thunderlane. Her two-tone arctic blue tail swishing eagerly, sea-green eyes lidded sensually as she quickly met her lips with his brother's. Rumble knew this mare, Misty Fly, was dating his brother, learning for sure when he had brought her to meet Rumble and his parents over dinner. He'd seen them kiss before, but never with such hunger.

Cheeks still flushed as he looked away, Rumble was beyond confused and aroused. He'd never even had a fillyfriend, his only sexual experience being the Playcolt magazines hidden under his brother's mattress, sex ed class at school, and his own hooves. Now he was being dunked into the middle of a bunch of horny ponies, none of whom seemed to have a shred of self-restraint…and one of them was his own brother!

Rumble caught another whiff of Fleetfoot's pheromones, looking around and seeing the other stallions as aroused as he was, but actually venting their sexual frustrations with mares instead of bottling it inside like he was. His cock throbbed, reminding him of his own increasingly desperate need.

Is...is Fleetfoot’s heat causing all of this?

As Rumble heard another moan, he turned his head and watched as another mare - High Winds - walked over and met lips with Soarin as Spitfire kneaded his stallionhood between both of her hooves and gave its flare gentle kisses, before the sheer embarrassment of watching them do something so intimate in public made him close his eyes and look down.

"Hey sweetheart, enjoying the show? It’s quite a sight the first time, isn't it?" In his confused and heavily aroused state, the sudden voice startled Rumble and made him give a quiet, brief whinny of surprise.

"Uh...I...um..." Rumble stammered, looking back to see Fleetfoot standing there, watching Soarin having a threesome.

As Rumble watched Soarin making out with High Winds while Spitfire slowly suckled his flare now, Spitfire seemed surprisingly OK with it. His jaw dropped a bit as Spitfire then met Soarin's lips and stifled his moans, the rest of his cock noe being rubbed between both of her wings, before she then kissed the other mare on the lips too!

Rumble gave a surprised whinny as Fleetfoot suddenly licked his ear, breaking his attention on the threesome in front of him, her then giving it a gentle bite that made it twitch in an instinctive attempt to escape. "Hmm...I wonder if a certain sexy young stud would like to try out that impressive tool he has between his legs..." Fleetfoot trilled, before chuckling, "...and if he doesn't want to, maybe he'll let me play with it instead? I’m sure I could use it well, given my...condition..." Fleetfoot was looking Rumble dead in the eyes now.

C’mon Rumble, isn’t it every colt's wet dream to be seduced by a super sexy mare of the Wonderbolts, with her tight, toned ass and skin-tight jumpsuit? Just because you’ve never had a marefriend before, just because everypony can see what you’re doing, just because Fleetfoot is in heat and wants to have sex with you and you could get her pregnant and ruin the rest of both of your lives and...

Rumble was hyperventilating now, his thoughts overtaken with 'what if's and the possible consequences of accepting. This was beyond anything he'd ever fantasized about in his wildest masturbation sessions with his brother's 'Mares Gone Wild: Spring Estrus Edition' magazines. This was the greatest opportunity a colt like him would ever get, but his mind was rife with worry – it was all too much, too fast, and the risks seemed far too high.

"AAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Rumble panicked. He whirled and bolted from the room, leaving Fleet more than a bit confused and disappointed. Before the door to the locker room slammed shut, he heard most of the ponies within laughing at him, making his face burn and ears fold back in embarrassment and shame. He felt almost sick as he ran aimlessly away from it all, all the while his sexual needs still torturing him.

~

"Ruuuuuuumbllllllle~!"

Rumble’s ears pricked up at the familiar voice of Thunderlane shouting his name. He remained silent, his cheeks' fur matted with dried tears, the sound of his brother's voice making them start up again at the memories of how badly he'd botched up earlier, and how disappointed his brother must be in him. At least all the self-loathing had killed his erection and arousal.

"Ruuuuuuumbllllllle~!"

Some minutes later, Thunderlane, looking very concerned, opened the door. As Thunder looked down, he sighed, seeing Rumble huddled in the corner of the custodian closet out on the field. The colt was sprawled on his side facing away from the door and bawling his eyes out, using a clean rag as a tissue. "I've been looking for you for a while now," Thunder said in a calm tone, kneeling down to be more level with his smaller-sized brother, placing a comforting hoof on his withers.

"Why? Why didn't you just stay there and have sex with your girlfriend?" Rumble asked despondently, wiping his eyes then muzzle with the rag, trying to make himself more presentable to his brother, "and probably the rest of the mares on the team too, from the look of things."

"Well, you're my bro. My own flesh and blood is waaaay more important than just getting laid again," Thunder replied, before moving to sit on his haunches and holding his forearms open in invitation, “c’mere, you look like you need a hug.”

Rumble practically leapt into his brother's arms with a flap of his wings, quickly brought into a hug by his brother. "I...I r-ruined everything! M-My job, m-my shot at joining the 'Bolts… I e-even blew my first real chance with a m-mare, all because I'm a-a-a c-coward! The 'Bolts are gonna h-hate me, and y-you probably hate me t-too!" Rumble let out in a rush, letting all of his troubles pour out to the pony he'd always confided in and trusted above all others; his brother.

Thunderlane sighed, rubbing Rumble’s back with a hoof, hearing his sniffles and feeling his trembles dying down. As he wrapped a wing around him – a gesture that pegasi only did with their family, their closest friends, or their lovers or life-mates – that extremely caring gesture soothed his worries.

"Yeah, that girly screech you let out was a little embarrassing, sure," Thunder said, "and the others will tease you for bolting like that, no doubt. The 'Bolts do that to each other, like you saw with Soarin and Spitfire earlier. Fleetfoot and Rainbow Dash are competitive like that still too, even though they’re dating now, but we all know it’s in good fun."

“Gee, thanks, that makes me feel soooo much better…” Rumble groaned, his ears folded back at his brother’s words. A small whimper escaped his throat as he nuzzled into his brother's chest for comfort from the jeering he knew was to come from the other 'Bolts.

"Sure, it might suck being teased a bit, but I think you're overreacting in thinking you'll be fired or excommunicated from the 'Bolts just because you freaked out at the sexual advances of a fellow 'Bolt. I know Spitfire'd never fire somepony for something as trivial as that."

Rumble sighed happily as Thunder pulled him in closer with his wing, pressing him tighter against him as a hoof wrapped around the younger stallion’s crest as well, "Also, bro, I promise I still love you as much as ever, even if you can be a bit of a doofus sometimes," Thunder said, and a deep chuckle vibrated his chest, making Rumble look up at him with a brief smile that quickly faded again.

Rumble sighed again, and Thunder could tell there was more on his mind. "That's not all, is it?" he asked, getting a shake of the head from his brother.

"It's just, Fleetfoot was coming onto me. She's in heat. Y’know, fertile, able to get pregnant! Thunder, I could get her pregnant if I were to have sex with her! I know some mares get all crazy and careless when they're in heat and I'm way too young to be responsible for a foal and she's a Wonderbolt and having a foal would totally ruin her career and..."

Like a good brother Thunder heard his little bro out, but after Rumble had finished and looked up to him hopefully, he simply smiled back. "Well, first off, yes, Fleet is in heat. She does have that certain lovely, musky scent fertile mares do, but there's nothing to worry about there. We 'Bolts aren't stupid, and we definitely don't have sex unprotected. All the mares on the 'Bolts are on birth control spells or potions, though neither will stop them from entering their normal heat cycles. Even if they're not on foal control – if they forgot to use it or it's wearing off or whatever – we have packs of condoms around the barracks and locker room just in case. Bro, even if you were to cum inside Fleetfoot like a dozen times, she won't get pregnant."

Rumble was feeling more comfortable now that he knew that an unwanted foal wasn’t a problem anymore, but that wasn’t all that was on his mind. "But...I mean, that's one worry down, but...but, well, I've never been with a mare before, not even on a date! I mean, what if I..." Rumble said, seeing that same knowing grin as before on his brother's muzzle, "...what?"

"Well bro, it's totally up to you what you wanna do with your body. You have to decide yourself if and when you want to have your first sexual experience, and with whom, on your own," Thunder said, before then giving a cheeky grin and a gentle punch in the arm to his brother, "but hey, mares don't get much hotter than those in the 'Bolts, and it's not every day a smokin’ hot mare will turn and flag her tail to you, let alone a smoking hot mare in heat offering you to mount her. And don’t think I didn’t see what Rainbow was doing with you between the lockers..."

"But..."

"Look, Rumble, if you really aren’t interested or aren't ready to have sex with anypony - if casual sex makes you uncomfortable or you just wanna save your first time for a special somepony - that's fine,” Thunder stopped, pulling back a bit so he could meet his brother's eyes and holding a dead serious expression, “No matter what anypony ever says, remember that you shouldn't let yourself be pressured into anything you're not comfortable with. All the other 'Bolts will respect if you're not ready,” Thunder then cracked a grin, “Next time though, just try saying 'no thank you' to the pony offering instead of screaming and bolting; that's why they were laughing at you. Though Rainbow and Fleet weren't laughing..."

"Well, what do you think about me having...h-having sex with a 'Bolt mare?" Rumble asked, simply seeing his brother smiling softly at him.

"Not my call to make Rumble, but I'm perfectly OK with if you want to...or if you don't; I won't see you as any less of a stallion or brother either way. They are pretty sexy though, just sayin'."

"Thanks bro. What did you do when...y'know… you first got asked?"

"Mmm, I remember my first time getting 'inducted' into the after-show sex. After my second show was the first time one of the mares came on to me to 'unwind', and it was a shock to me too. I was a bit nervous like you -- it was mating season and she smelled like she was in her estrus -- but then I calmed down and talked to her. I learned she and the other mares were on foal-control, I accepted her offer, and we had a great time together. That mare was Misty, and I'm pretty sure you know that she's now my marefriend. Who knows bro, maybe your first mare will be something more to you than a fling, too."

"Hey, you OK bro?" Thunder asked after a few moments of silence followed, getting a series of nods from Rumble.

Once more squeezing his brother in a hug, Rumble found himself feeling much more confident. "I am now, thanks to you."

"Aw, was nothin'. Just being your big brother. Hey, let's get outta this shack, I'm starting to get light-headed from the chemicals."

The younger colt nuzzled his brother's cheek before releasing himself from their embrace, totally calm now. "Has anypony ever told you that you're the best big brother anypony could ask for?" Rumble asked, getting a cocky grin from Thunder.

"Only you, but you can say it any time you want," Thunder said, chuckling again as Rumble's wing smacked him in the back of the head. "OK, hey, I deserved that. So, I'm gonna head to the hotel since all the others are probably already gone. You...should probably take a shower first. You're kinda filthy, and you smell like half the periodic table!"

Before Rumble could wing-swat him again, Thunder took flight, hovering just out of reach, "See ya there!" he said, before taking off.

As Thunder took off in the direction of their hotel, Rumble realized just what a number wallowing on the cleaning shed's floor had done on him. He smelled like detergent, other cleaning solutions, and his own sweat and tears. He also noticed a red paint stain on the flank of his uniform that he hoped would wash out.

Heading into the now-empty locker rooms, though the scent of the sex that had undoubtedly happened there still lingered, Rumble threw his now-soiled uniform into the wash with the other Bolts'. He took a quick shower, cleaning himself off, ignoring his cock being hard once more from Fleetfoot's mare-in-heat pheromones as well as he could.

Rumble sighed as he took flight minutes later after calming his body down enough, and as he headed to their hotel, he could only think of how much he was not looking forward to the next day facing the Wonderbolts.

Author's Note

So begins another story, this one commissioned by LusterUnicorn! Thanks!

Next chapter will be out tomorrow (2/20/20)! See ya there!