Author's Note

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Contains: The Wonderbolts, Rainbow Dash, Spitfire; anthro; rule 63, hyper breasts, hyper lactation, mind break, semi-public masturbation, topless mares

Wonderboobs

The room was packed, and murmurs echoed all throughout it. The entirety of the Wonderbolts was there, standing or walking around, waiting and wondering why Spitfire had gathered them all. Some were louder than others, Rainbow Dash in particular seemed rather prone to yelling as she hung around Lightingroad and Glide.

Of course, that wasn't the only sound in the room. The constant wet plops of hooves stepping through the puddle of milk covering every inch of the floor were ever-present, and even more so were the moans of the mares filling the room. Not one of them could resist for long without playing with her tits, and seeing so many others playing with themselves only made everything worse in that regard.

Every single member of the all-female ensemble sported a pair of massive knockers, all so big they hung past their knees and some even bigger than that. No uniform could feasibly contain that much flesh, and as a result everyone's chest was bare. It wouldn't have made sense to wear anything anyway, with all the milk the mares leaked from their nipples. Being topless at least made playing with themselves easier.

The conversations and moaning died down as Spitfire finally entered the room, and loudly shut the door behind herself to draw everyone's attention. She walked her way to the wooden podium on one end of the room, hooves intentionally clacking on its surface, then turned towards the Wonderbolts to address all of them. She cleared her throat to snap the last few who were still playing with themselves out of their distraction, then opened her mouth to talk.

"As you may have noticed, or at least, as I sincerely hope you have noticed," she began, her tone sharp and annoyed, "the general productivity and overall efficiency of the team has drastically decreased over the past few weeks." Pretending she didn't hear the joke about breast productivity in the back, she continued, "This is not a matter that can go unaddressed any longer. I think everyone here is aware of what the cause is, and it is time we take action against it."

She stood a little straighter, her own massive breasts dangling in front of her. Ponies in the crowd had already started toying with themselves again, but she couldn't allow herself to show such unprofessional behaviour. Even while her nipples leaked onto the floor. "You've been skipping your practice sessions," she sternly began, trying to remain focused. "You haven't been training, or doing any of your assigned exercises. And this whole building is always covered in milk." She nodded towards the now ankle-deep puddle on the floor.

"And all of this," she continued, "because you're all too busy playing with your tits!" Her voice almost cracked at the end, and she caught herself just in time. Looking over the crowd as she tried not to think of the way her own tits were begging her for attention did not help. While she had gotten a few to stop fondling themselves, a lot more seemed not to care, and more still were joining them. The orange pegasus bit down on her lower lip. "We can't allow this to-" She stopped, having to choke back a moan. Fuck, she couldn't help it.

Spitfire's own hands began to pinch her nipples. Yes, that felt good. "We cannot allow this behaviour to continue!" she managed to say, finally no longer distracted by the itching in her breasts. That was the only reason she'd started to play with herself anyway. She could stop any moment. Any moment. It wasn't a problem that it felt so good to play with them. She wasn't like those recruits. All playing with their own tits, milk leaking on the floor, moaning in front of her as...

As... All those tits and milk and mares and- Right! Right, right, she had her announcement to make. She realised her mouth was open and shut it, suddenly aware of the line of drool that had leaked down past her chin and onto her massive chest. "Something needs- Something needs to be done!" Words rushed out of her as she tried to avoid her voice cracking. Her own fingers still danced over her nipples, squeezing and pinching and twisting, her thighs grinding together. She couldn't help it. Just a little more.

Yeah. That was all it was, wasn't it? She was about to ban any type of behaviour like it, so why not indulge in it just some more one last time? She'd always held herself back, after all. "We cannot..." she began anew, her tone a little dazed. "We cannot still call ourselves the Wonderbolts like this. This behaviour is- It's disgraceful. We are not fit to fly, we've been slacking, we wouldn't even be able to put up a proper performance without ending up playing with ourselves instead. And it's for this reason that I... I..."

Am banning any form of activity that involves masturbating or playing with our own tits. That was what she had to say. But... Maybe, maybe wait just a moment longer? She was so close herself, so close to cumming, her tits were so hot. It wasn't a big deal if she just came once, one last time, right? Right? And then, and then she would ban it, yes. Then she would... She would... Why was Rainbow Dash coming towards her? "What... What are you..." Spitfire dizzily slurred out towards the bustiest pegasus in the room, as the other stepped towards her.

Then everything went white. Rainbow Dash, whose massive tits just barely didn't touch the floor and practically swam in the milky puddle at the pegasus' hooves, had walked up to Spitfire, and forced her boobs against the other mare's still rather impressive pair of overinfalted breasts. And on top of that, the blue mare started to knead and play with them as well. Spitfire's thighs clenched as molten arousal leaked through her suit from her loins.

The Wonderbolts's leader was shell-shocked, unable to form coherent thoughts in her state. She just kept shuddering in pleasure, an almost limp pile of repressed arousal violently decompressing and leaving her screaming and drooling and lactating and cumming her brains out like never before had she thought possible. Her mind was almost blank, only filled with the pleasure of her impossibly violent orgasm, any train of thought she previously had completely derailed.

"Well?" Rainbow Dash asked, a sultry, devious smile on her lips. "Weren't you saying something?" She pressed her chest harder against Spitfire's, still toying with the older mare's breasts. Behind her, all the mares in the room were pinching or twisting or suckling either their own nipples or another mare's, everyone moaning and lactating onto the floor. The display in front of them only pushed things further, seeing their leader cum like that being quite the sight for them.

Spitfire became distantly aware of what Rainbow had said, somewhere beyond the haze of her pleasure. She had been saying something, yes. But what? It was so hard to focus, so hard to think about anything while her tits felt so good. It was the same for everyone, no? Was that what she'd been saying? Yes, she could remember now. Everyone was slacking, too busy playing with their tits, they couldn't call themselves the Wonderbolts in that state. It was clear what she had to do.

The captain began to knead her own tits, and turned back towards the rest of the room. "We cannot call ourselves the Wonderbolts in this state," she repeated, her tone deep and full of lust. "Practice has gone unattended, shows are impossible, and training has been forgotten by all of you." She pinched her nipples and moaned. "So from this moment on, I declare we are no longer the Wonderbolts! All shows, training and practise are suspended indefinitely! From now on we are the Wonderboobs, and all our time shall be spent playing with our and each other's tits!"

All throughout the room moans of agreement echoed back. The mares were now shamelessly and openly masturbating with their chests, leaking milk all over the floor and walls as the puddle grew deeper and deeper. Spitfire let herself go, and laid down on the ground, pinching and twisting her erect and leaking nipples, her body half-submerged in milk. All around her the mares just kept mindlessly playing with their tits, cumming and moaning and losing themselves to climax after climax. And she wouldn't have had it any other way.