Chapter 6 – Mango

Mango's eyes were full of Blue Star's ass; his nose was full of her scent. Even after the smaller Royal Guard mare had gotten down off the table, she'd kept on teasing him, and he couldn't help himself. He'd taken his helmet off a long time ago, the better to smell and feel her pussy with. And as she'd winked right against his muzzle, he'd even given her an encouraging lick or two.

This wasn't like any of the bat pony mares he'd ever been with. They were always flirtatious and teasing, always keeping him not quite sure what they really wanted ... until the moment they pounced.

Blue Star wasn't like that at all. She couldn't possibly be more blatantly obvious about what she was doing – her pussy juices were smeared across half his face, after all – and she didn't try to hide anything.

“Well, big batty boy,” she said, flicking her tail over his chest piece, “are you gonna go for it or what?”

In all his time, Mango had never had a mare talk to him like that. But now that one had... Well, it was obvious what he was going to do with her, wasn't it?

He hefted himself up onto her back, his cock sweeping perfectly up into place, and plunged his tip into her steamy pussy. Aided by the juices already spread all over her winking lips, it slid in easily.

Blue Star squealed in surprised delight as Mango's huge cock wedged its way into her ... but she pushed back against him, helping him push even deeper, and she didn't stop until he'd hilted himself all the way down to his sheath.

Mango shuddered and groaned as the Royal Guardsmare's hot, slick inner walls squeezed around his shaft. Blue Star was no bat pony ... but this was as good as it had ever been. She was just so juicy and welcoming! His hooves gripped around her thighs as he began thrusting into her – short, savage thrusts. He couldn't bring himself to pull out of her far enough for proper deep thrusting, but he still wanted to give her everything he had.

Just as he really started getting into rutting her, though, a Wonderbolt came up, hovering right next to him.

It was Fleetfoot – a little bit darker blue than Blue Star, and with a stark white mane ... and the way she was looking at him made him almost feel like she was the one he was fucking, even though he was clearly inside Blue Star. Fleetfoot winked at him and made a little kissing motion with her lips. “Yeah, Guardspony pussy is nice and all – I've eaten my share of it – but that's nothing compared to a Wonderbolt.”

There was something about the smug way she looked at him – and, of course, the lean, muscular body she'd already exposed by losing her flight suit somewhere – that made her seem utterly irresistible, even though he already had everything he could possibly want. Blue Star had been blatant, but Fleetfoot was downright aggressive.

So when Fleetfoot dropped down onto the floor and stood right alongside Blue Star, presenting with her toned legs slightly outstretched and her shockingly white tail lifted over her back, Mango couldn't help but stare at the Wonderbolt's pussy as he had his way with Blue Star.

And after just a few more moments, he couldn't take anymore of watching that tight blue little rump wiggling back and forth – or watching the bright pink of her pussy as it winked open at him. He pulled out of Blue Star's pussy – despite the wordless moan of protest – and used one flap of his bat wings to hop to the side, onto Fleetfoot's back.

“I knew you couldn't resist,” Fleetfoot said, smirking at him over her shoulder.

His only response was to prod forward with his cock, pressing it against her pussy lips. She wasn't quite as steamy and ready as Blue Star had been, but his cock was still slick with Blue Star's juices, and that was easily enough to help his tip spread Fleetfoot's pussy lips apart, beginning to sink between them.

The difference between the two mares was immediately obvious. Despite being a little taller than the other mare, Fleetfoot was much tighter. Her pussy seemed to grip and pull at him as he pushed his cock deeper and deeper inside her.

“Hey!” Blue Star cried out. “He was mine!”

“And now he's...” Fleetfoot took a slight step forward, groaning as Mango's tip pressed a little too deep for her. She panted a little ... but she was still smiling like a jewel thief who'd gotten away with it. “Now he's mine.”

He was. Despite himself, despite how rude he knew it was, he had to admit that he was enthralled by this Wonderbolt mare. With an apologetic glance at Blue Star, he really began going at it, holding Fleetfoot's slim waist between his forehooves and thrusting into her tight depths eagerly.

It wouldn't take long, he knew. Not now. Something about Fleetfoot's confidence and Blue Star's jealousy was getting to him. He trembled and sweated, forcing himself to keep going even as his tip flared out, stretching Fleetfoot even more on the inside. “I'm going to...” He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back long enough for her. “It's too much! I can't—”

Fleetfoot pressed herself back against him, forcing his cock all the way inside her. “Do it! Show them all who's best!”

“Oh come on!” Blue Streak cried out as Mango's moan momentarily filled the room. “No fair!”

It wasn't fair, Mango knew. But it was also pretty much out of his control ... especially now. There was nothing he could do now to stop the flood of cum he was pumping into this Wonderbolt mare. Every instinct he had screamed at him to stay deep, deep inside her as he emptied himself. She was probably on some kind of potion or spell or other to prevent pregnancy – she had to be, right? – but his body didn't know that, and all it wanted was to breed.

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