Author's Note

This first chapter does a bit of worldbuilding and establishes that there will, in fact, be clop material, but some chapters won't have it.

This is my first erotic fiction work and my own AU

Comments and constructive feedback appreciated!

Prologue: Orgy at the Black Door

They had found it. A full month of searching, combing through every inch of countryside, carefully monitoring the movement of every citizen and slave, and investigating every town sometimes quite literally with a fine-toothed comb. Princess Celestia, with a godessly decree had called, no, DEMANDED that all who resided in her domain be mobilized in service to the search effort. Celestia had sent out royal guards and E.U.P (Earth Unicorn Pegasus) soldiers to each town and village, while she herself monitored everything from her palace, a tireless and terrifying goddess. It was said that she had eschewed the mortal need for sleep from the first week, and with each hour, it was said that those in the castle could feel the rage, the pain, and the desperation emanating from her. All feared what she would do should they fail, and what wrath their mistress and goddess could rain upon the lands around Equestria if it should be discovered that any of THEM had a hand or claw in it. Then came the news: Princess Luna’s location had been found.

They had finally discovered the facility in the mountains, nestled on a cliffside in the mountains beyond Whitetail Woods, threatening to disappear into the unexplored territories to the west. It bore a symbol of a brightly lit alicorn horn surrounded by several pairs of alicorn wings that had been on the mocking ransom note in Luna’s chambers. Spitfire, mistress-captain of the Wonderbolts and commander of all of the air forces of Celestia’s military, stared up at the mighty construct from a mountain pass that acted as the strange facility’s front porch. It was not surprising that even the mighty double doors, made of a dark and entirely unnatural grey metal had gone unnoticed. Being about as far from any pony civilization one could think of, nopony would have had the chance, and the search would have turned back sooner except by the Goddess Celestia’s insistence. Now Spitfire could do little more than wait for Fleet Foot to get her message back to the nearest communications relay and stare at the massive door. Stare, and try to ignore her cute concubine slave Soarin, who was still huffing and sweating a little from the journey, not to mention half erect.

His snug elastic Wonderbolts briefs generally kept his sizable member clinging tight to his waist, but when he got like this he didn’t fear letting it stretch the fabric a little. He stirred a bit, and Spitfire could hear his hoof pawing nervously at the dirt. Spitfire slowly turned around, scanning over the other ponies in the group. All were her slaves, as a mistress of Master and Celestia she possessed the right to own those of lower social status than her, provided she in turn cared for them. With her promotion to captain, she had been given command of the Wonderbolts as part harem, part stunt team, and part military unit. Stood at parade rest were 3 other ponies besides her distressed prized alpha and herself: Misty Fly, High Winds, and Fire Streak all looked equally hot and bothered, and Spitfire could tell it was not just because they had been flying for 3 hours straight. A slight whimper emanated from Soarin.
Spitfire rounded on him; her eyes locked with his. Though she couldn’t see under his goggles, his head tilted down submissively, and assured her he was showing the proper amount of deference. She followed the direction of his gaze to the straining waistband, then looked back at his face with a raised eyebrow “You have something to say stud?”

“Yes mistress… horny…” he tried to fold his hands neatly in front of himself, but one bumped awkwardly against his throbbing bulge, causing him to start a little. Eventually, his hands clasped together, and he stopped moving.

Spitfire pursed her lips and tossed her head over to her other slaves. “You fucktoys horny as well?”
They nodded vigorously and said in near unison “Yes mistress…”

Spitfire scoffed, and rolled her eyes back over her other helpless slave, who still stood quietly and submissively, not wanting to ruin his case by seeming impatient. She smirked, and placed her fingers dramatically on her chin and supported her elbow with her other arm. This pushed her ample golden cantaloupe-sized breasts up and forward and caused the males’ pants to audibly creak, and the females’ hands to unconsciously twitch toward their dripping crotches.
Fun as the tease was, Spitfire did in fact have to do some quick mental math… It had taken them several hours to reach this point from their base in the clouds near Las Pegasus. But they had been wandering and searching the landscape for the entirety of the past 3 hours. Fleet Foot would likely be able to beeline directly back in 20 or so minutes, and she’d been gone for about 3…

Soarin let out a pathetic little whine.

Spitfire sighed and rolled her eyes dramatically. “You are too fucking cute Soarin slave... Fine, you may take off your flying panties.” She strode past him and gave his nicely rounded butt a slap.

He started again and his face broke into an ecstatic smile “Thank you mistress!” He carefully began to peel off his pants, taking care not to rip them as his eager boner sprang fourth.

His mistress sauntered over to her other slaves and snapped her fingers imperiously. “Windy, you get to be ‘Low Winds’ today, make mistress a comfortable chair.”

“Of course mistress!” She exclaimed. She then got down on her hands and knees, and unfolded her powerful wings. She held one up in the air at a steep angle, and allowed the other to sweep down to the ground, doing her best imitation of a deck chair.

Spitfire slid herself onto her newly made loveseat and sank languidly into the snow-white feathers. “Misty, get mistress lubed up! I want to make sure my little stud doesn’t hurt himself stuffing his fat fucking cock into me…”

“Of course mistress! May I use my mouth?” She asked politely.

“Have you been practicing with miss Fleet Foot like I asked? Spitfire inquired imperiously.

She nodded vigorously “Yes mistress! And we both loved it so much! Thank you for training me in carpet munching mistress!! Miss Fleet Foot said I was a good lover! I love it now, and I can even worship Mistress-Goddess Celestia’s lady parts if needed too!” She hugged herself gleefully and her wingtips fluttered with joy.

Her glowing smile and enthusiasm softened Spitfire a little. “Well, don’t keep your mistress waiting! I’ll rate you on how well you do, and if you do mistress proud, you can sleep in miss Fleet Foot’s bed tonight. And if you do REALLY well, I’ll let you give a demonstration at the academy with me!”

Misty squealed delightedly. “Thank you mistress! I’ll do my very best!” She then trotted over, and used her wings to swoop into to her knees in between mistress’s legs. She landed with the gentleness of a feather, shuffled forward the last few inches, and prepared to service her mistress.

Spitfire took a firm grip on Misty’s mint-blue mane and kept her head back so that her tongue could only just brush her mistress’s labia, causing her to let out a little moan of adorable distress, but she got to work diligently. Looking around, Spitfire could see that Soarin was undressed and fully erect now, his 14-inch navy blue horse cock flaring rhythmically. With his goggles off, it was plain to see his eyes were glued hungrily to his mistress. Her eyes lingered on this sight for a moment before she smiled seductively and crooked a finger at him.

While he strutted over, her eyes slid reluctantly away from his sexy body and over to her last concubine, and gasped! Poor Fire Streak was standing by the cliff wall, waiting as patiently as he could under the circumstances. His cock still trapped in his shorts, he was stroking it slowly and trying his best not to make noise out of turn or accidentally rip his nice blue shorts.

“Oh you poor little colt! Mistress forgot to tell you you could remove YOUR panties! Were you waiting patiently for mistress to give you permission?” she cooed half-mockingly, half sympathetically.

He nodded, a distressed look on his face. “Yes… mmm… mistress. I’m sorry, I can w…. wait…”

Spitfire had to control her face carefully, as she had come within a hair’s breadth of bursting out laughing. “Oh little slave… you did so good waiting for mistress, in fact, mistress was just going to give you a hand job, but for being such a good colt, you can fuck Misty for mistress!”

His stroking increased in speed. “Thank you mistress! Um… but…” He tilted his head down toward his bulge.

This time Spitfire really did burst out laughing, nearly losing her grip on Misty. “Oh HAH ha ha ha…! Oh… oh Streaky, you can take off your flight panties for mistress now! When you’ve put them away nicely in your bag, come over here and get to… oh!” A massive navy-blue cock obscured her vision from the side, and Soarin’s slightly labored breathing cut her off mid-sentence. “Naughty boy! You are just so eager!” She smacked his now exposed buttocks playfully, and Soarin let out a little gasp.

“Please mistress…” He whimpered.

“Yeah, yeah, you fat cocked stud, I hear you. Come to mommy…” She slid her hand delicately along his shaft, letting her fingertips trace along the bulging veins, they slipped over his preputial ring, which caused the poor stud to shiver, and ended their journey teasing around his sopping wet urethra. As he moaned again in delight, she quickly seized hold of his cock tip between forefinger and thumb, and directed the shaft towards her mouth, giving it a full lipped kiss, listening to her stud’s moan of longing. With a sigh of contentment of her own, she let Misty’s head free, and guided the massive member into her mouth.

Pleasure slammed into Spitfire’s brain, followed by an unpleasant gagging sensation. Misty Fly’s mouth made full contact with Spitfire’s labia, and her eager tongue darted deep into her mistress’s marehood. At the same moment, Soarin’s overeager cock had rammed down her throat as he thrust past her lips. Spitfire’s head tilted back instinctually, but the cock now rhythmically rutting between her lips prevented the movement. Soarin was gripping the side of Spitfire’s head with one hand and holding on to High Wind’s upturned wingtip with the other. He had begun to rut into his mistress’s mouth with the wild abandon of a breeding stud. Spitfire, for her part, was keeping her neck almost perfectly still as her toned and rock-hard abs strained to keep her steady on her seat. She spluttered, but failed to get Soarin’s attention, she muscled through however, and reined in her rowdy slaves with her powerful arms.

Misty came up for breath with a gasp and squeal of pain as Spitfire tugged her roughly back by her ear. At the same moment Soarin nearly fell over backward as Spitfire gripped his tail and yanked with the force of a freight train. His arm slid effortlessly off of his mistress, and he gasped as his cock popped free of mistress’s mouth. He huffed and snorted angrily at first, but as his brain caught up with his cock, he began stuttering an apology.

“M…mistress… I…”

She ignored him and licked her lips of the precum that had been dabbed onto her mouth by her stallion-cock chap stick. She glared up at him “You dumb FUCK Soarin! You want to treat me like a gloryhole? I will put you in a denial chamber when we get back to base, how many hours do you want to spend in a denial chamber?”

“N… none mistress… I’m sorry.”

She glared dangerously at him, ger imperious gaze piercing through his eyes. “Am I one of your common breeding bitches I give you so generously? Am I a fucktoy that other rich mistresses pay me to get bred and pleasured by my prized racing stud?

“No mistress! I…”

She snorted dismissively, then turned her attention to Misty Fly “Sweetie, you were doing fine, I just needed to concentrate on disciplining my stud. I did ask you lube though, so I don’t want to cum right now, ok?”

Misty nodded emphatically. “Yes mistress!”

“If you do well like I said, you can worship mistress properly at the academy demonstration, ok?”

“Ok! I love you mistress!” She sat up a little straighter and waited for Spitfire to release her grip.

“I love you too sweetie.” Spitfire smiled and guided her slave back to her pussy.

Misty gave out a little “Mmmph!” of delight as her lips pressed against her mistress’s crotch, and her tongue settled into a rhythm of slow, lustful circles, starting with Spitfire’s pussy lips, and swirling it all the way into the depths of her vagina before sliding out, kissing her mistress’s clit, and starting again.

Spitfire sighed and sat back into her bitch-chair, and peered over to the cliff wall to see that Fire Streak had put away his shorts in his saddle bag, which he had placed on the ground. He had begun to sidle over quietly, but had clearly frozen in place at his mistress’s outburst. His eyes darted first to his mistress’s face, then down to the ground.

Spitfire took pity on him, he had been so patient, and she could tell the poor thing was anxious. “Oh Streaky, it’s ok, mommy’s just mad at her naughty stud for thinking he knows how to get his dick off better than mistress. You’ve been a good little colt, and you know what? Mistress is feeling generous, come here Streaky!”

Fire Streak shuffled meekly over to his mistress’s side, a little light returning to his bashful lavender eyes.

Spitfire looked up with a frown at Soarin. “YOU on the other hand… I tried to be nice, but you couldn’t control yourself for one FUCKING minute while I lubed you up… That was a nice thing mistress tried to do for you…” She stroked the underside of his dick, tracing her fingers under the mighty bitch-breaker.

Soarin was desperate now, the precum from his monster cock dribbling steadily onto the dirt. “I’m sorry mistress… really sorry, I’m just really…”

Spitfire darted her hand down to the base of the shaft and gripped her fingers threateningly around her stud’s ballsack the size of a hundred-bit coin purse. Soarin went immediately silent, sweating a little bit. “I still want this fat fuckable hunk of meat, but now you are going to work to PROVE you want me to fuck it.”

She noted out of the corner of her eye Fire Streak had arrived at her side, his shoulders still hunched submissively, and his relatively smaller 8-inch member stiffly pointed across his mistress toward the much bigger male.

Spitfire released her grip on Soarin’s stallionhood and reached her other hand up to begin stroking Fire streak’s dick slowly, eliciting a cute little moan from the small, lithe colt.

“Soarin, you are going to lube up with Windy’s mouth. Kneel… NOW”

Soarin dropped immediately to his knees with a powerful thud. He had not even used his wings to slow himself down. “Good boy. Now get in front of her mouth, put your hands on your hooves, and if you cum so help me by Master and Goddess I will shove your pretty little ass into a denial chamber and throw the key over Canterlot Falls, do you understand?”

He nodded quickly, and did as he was told. He shuffled a few steps over on his knees, careful not to knock High Winds out with his stone-hard shaft. High Winds, for her part, began to pant and lick her lips in anticipation. She had been constantly wet throughout the whole ordeal, her arms and legs trembling with delight with being used as bitch-furniture, but she had not let mistress feel her weakness, and had kept her wings and abdomen stiff and supportive. Now she was being given a delicious exquisite fucktoy to moisten for mistress, and she was absolutely delighted! When Soarin’s member had settled in front of her, twitching, flaring, and drooling precum, she nuzzled his ballsack, taking a deep breath of his potent musk and wetting her muzzle a bit with his pre. He grunted fiercely, but sat back in the pose that mistress had described, on his knees, with his torso leaning back and his hands gripping his hooves and ankles, his cock totally exposed and vulnerable to High Wind’s affections. Windy began lapping and kissing at every bulging vein on his cock, while Soarin sat helplessly and praying silently for a blessing from the Goddess to not cum too soon.

Satisfied Soarin had settled in, Spitfire turned back to Fire Streak and smiled seductively “Let mommy suck your cute dick Streaky… you deserve a good treat! You also have permission to cum if you want, but I expect you to fuck Misty after ok?”

Fire Streak nodded enthusiastically, his face lighting up in an ecstatic smile. “T-t-thank you mistress! I’ll do my best!”

“I know you will sweetie.” She cooed.

With that, Fire Streak gently pushed his cock forward so that it would be in easier reach of mistress’s mouth, careful not to step on High Wind’s wing feathers on the way.

Finally, Spitfire had settled into a comfortable position: leaning back on Windy’s lovingly preened feathers, an eager Misty Fly slurping happily between her legs, and a warm, tasty cock in her mouth. Fire Streak’s cock lacked the powerful musky quality that she liked in Soarin’s, but it was stiff, of a pleasant length and thickness, and delightfully tangy with the little beta’s precum. He whimpered and moaned as her tongue swirled around his tip, then plunged to the base of his shaft as his cock sank into the depths of her throat. Mistress looked up idly at him as she suckled and teased his willie. She noticed that her slave had his arms crossed over his chest, clinging to himself so as not to touch his mistress and offend her like her stud had. Without breaking the rhythm of the blowjob Spitfire reached out a hand and drew out one of his elbows and guided the hand to her shoulder. He gripped it gently, and gratefully used it to steady himself. He then began to try to match his mistress’s rhythm by thrusting his hips a few inches back and forth.
Spitfire sat back languidly and allowed the little slave to have at her mouth. She slurped impatiently if he grew to hesitant or pulled out too far, and rewarded the deep thrusts with forceful, iron-clad gulps of his cock. He started to understand, and began hesitantly questing deeper and quicker with each thrust, soon he was pounding rhythmically at a nice clip, his balls slapping gently under his mistress’s chin. He let out a contented sigh and placed his other hand hesitantly onto one of mistress’s breasts, his hand sinking halfway into her soft mounds. Mistress moaned appreciatively, and guided his other hand down to the other boob. Fire Streak began to knead and thumb her nipples while he fucked her mouth gently.
Spitfire moaned approvingly.

Soarin glared up from his position on the ground with a strained and resentful gaze at his mistress and Fire Streak… that should have been him up there, showing his mistress how much he loved her velvety throat and tender affections, so that he could cum a full, creamy load into her stomach and then proceed immediately to ream her pussy and stuff her womb to satisfaction. The cuck was fucking now could probably only manage a thumbtack full of cum… a shot glass at most! He should have been servicing the lesser mares only… or maybe Soarin’s own bulging sack. He knew that Fire Streak would do it too… he was also a cock whore, as evidenced by the blowjobs he had given Soarin in the barracks along with his twin brother Lightning Dash. Both were subby little bitches that mistress encouraged to serve HIM, the alpha male, while they were in the stallion’s barracks. He would have to put Fire Streak in his place when they got back… These spiteful thoughts kept his cock turgid and unyielding as steel, but not cumming, while High Winds gleefully played her tongue over it like she was licking a comedically large lollipop.

Fire Streak was now moaning openly, his cock sliding smoothly in and out of mistress’s throat, her lips caressing and kissing his preputial ring, a sheen of saliva coating his bulging veins. Streaky was trying hard not to cum, Spitfire could detect. His cute petite muzzle was scrunched up in concentration, and his grip had tightened noticeably on his mistress’s breasts. Despite his grip, to her it made very little difference, and was more like a nice massage. She smiled mischievously as she slurped, she could of course continue to tease and torment her little colt, but she wanted to reward his good behavior.

She seized Fire Streak by the waist with both hands, causing him to freeze and tense up mid thrust. Spitfire tugged his cock out of her mouth with a gentle ‘pop!’. She licked her lips free of saliva and precum before letting him go.

“You can fuck Misty now baby, but let mommy give you one more kiss for luck!” Before he could react, she planted a kiss on his flared head, then slurped up his entire length one final time, gently, agonizingly slowly, feeling every pulse of his blood vessels as they strained not to send cum blasting out of his urethra.

He held on… it was a near thing, but he held himself back from releasing right then and there. He let out a strangled grunt of extasy. “MMmm..! T-t-thank you mistress!”

There was another audible ‘POP!’ as Spitfire released his rod from the grip of her mouth. “You’re welcome honey…”

She looked down to Misty Fly and tugged once on her mane.

Misty came up gasping for breath with drool and her mistress’s pre slathering her muzzle. She took a moment to lick her sodden lips and clear her throat before speaking. “Yes mistress? Am I all done? Did I do a good job?”

Spitfire traced a finger under her chin. “Yes sweetie, you can go have fun with Streaky now. And you did a VERY good job. I’ll tell miss Fleet Foot when she gets back, and I’ll bring you to my next cunalingus demonstration at the academy ok?”

Misty’s face lit up with delight and she fluttered to her feet. “Yes mistress! Thank you mistress!” Her pussy was drenched, Spitfire noticed, she wasn’t lying when she said she REALLY enjoyed cunt licking.

“Have fun you two!” Spitfire gave a little wave.

Misty sidled up to Fire Streak and planted a quick peck on his cheek before grabbing his hand and leading him over to a relatively flat and smooth boulder. As they bounced away, Fire Streak’s cock as still rock-hard, and openly drooled as Misty pulled him into a passionate kiss.

Spitfire watched her slaves fumble through pleasure-fogged foreplay for a moment, enjoying their cute little squeaks, giggles, and moans that drifted over from the rock they had chosen to fuck on. Misty’s hands played over Fire Streak’s chest, tickling his skinny sides, and squeezing his rump a few times as she showered him with neck and under-chin kisses. Fire Streak, for his part, was doing his best to please her too, one hand gripping and kneading her softball sized boobie while rubbing and teasing just below her belly button with the other. Eventually, Misty detached from the embrace and clambered on all fours up onto the rock to present her tight, slick pussy to him. Fire Streak gulped, looked back over to his mistress to see her nod encouragingly, then guided his cock in for a first exploratory thrust.

Spitfire was beaming with contentment as the two slaves started to go at it. As their rutting grew more and more passionate she contemplated that perhaps she should be getting on with her own pleasure. She cast her gaze to her side, and saw that another pair of eyes was watching the display.

Still stuck in his compromising yoga-like position, his hips thrust out, and his mighty fuckrod being slathered by Windy’s tongue, Soarin was watching the other ponies fucking with narrowed eyes and a dark scowl on his face. A quick glance at the ground and his shaft indicated that he had indeed followed mistress’s instructions, and kept his creamy white goodness inside him for the moment. “Soarin Slave!” She barked imperiously, snapping her fingers.

Soarin’s expression slackened to one of obedience and eagerness as his head snapped around to face his mistress.

Spitfire glanced slowly and meaningfully over to the rocks, then back to Soarin. “Do you think I punished you unfairly slave?”

Soarin’s mouth opened as if to say something, but his words became a grunt of exertion as High Winds teased his cock tip.

Spitfire yanked back her supporting slave’s dark, curly mane. “That’s enough Windy… you need to be a good piece of fuck furniture now…” Spitfire patted her chair’s padded rump to punctuate her point.

“Yesh mishtress!” High winds struggled to say through her saliva and precum, and she became perfectly stiff-backed. She then proceeded to lick her muzzle clean slowly and meticulously, trying not to move her neck too much.

That settled, Spitfire returned to her previous conversation. “Well slave?”

Soarin shifted uncomfortably; he had still not been given permission to move from his presenting pose. “I… slave was just so horny mistress… please forgive slave…” He was using the third person designation of ‘slave’. He was either trying his best to kiss ass, or it was a real display of utter humility. “Slave won’t do that again… slave knows you’re not a common breeding bitch… slave loves it when you give slave fun pussy to rut…”

Spitfire frowned and pursed her lips, then she got up from her slave chair and stretched languidly. She reached her arms up to the sky, twisting her slender waist so that her slaves could watch her back muscles ripple, her golden wings unfurl to their full length, and allow her perfectly round and soft buttocks to contrast against her angular washboard abs. Even the two slaves pounding away happily on the rock paused their exertions to take in a full display of their mistress’s full oblong melons with their plump nipples and bronzed, round, and plump areolas. When she turned sharply to face Soarin, he could take in the sight himself, and behold too her well-lubricated slit.

A moment later Spitfire’s voice brought him out of his revere. “What is a slave’s first thought, Soarin?”

Soarin’s voice held no hesitation “A slave’s first thought is his mistress’s pleasure.”

Spitfire nodded “And the second?”

Another simple question. “To obey mistress”

“Do you understand the difference between the two?”

This was a less easy question… “Slave pleases mistress by obeying?”

Spitfire sauntered over to her buff and helpless slave, raised her leg, and planted a hoof atop Soarin’s bulging and straining abs, just above his belly button. She leaned down, putting more and more of her weight on her hoof. “You first think about pleasing mistress, BEFORE she has given you an order. You then OBEY if I need to give you orders or correct you. Now, why do you think mistress was not pleased with your little cock stunt?”

Soarin was exercising his prodigious strength to keep his truncated Camel Pose steady with mistress’s added weight… and to not let the view get to him…
“Slave fucked mistress’s mouth too hard?” he strained out.

Spitfire slid her hoof off and to the side his ab shelf, and her other leg stomped around to the other side of his hips. Her pussy now dribbled onto the spot where her hoof had been planted “As if YOU could fuck me hard enough to hurt me… no Soarin Slave, mistress was not pleased with you forgetting why mistress allowed you into my mouth in the first place!”

Soarin gulped.

Spitfire snorted and leaned down, her legs spread around her slave and her rounded and toned buttocks showing off her fiery phoenix wings cutie mark. She gripped her hands on Soarin ’s ears, and stared directly down, locking gaze with his eyes. “When I give you the privilege of lubing up in my mouth, IF I do, you WILL behave yourself next time… Do you understand?”

Soarin nodded. “Yes mistress…”

She stood again, looking down at her slave imperiously. “Good. When I sit back down, you will get to work fucking me. No foreplay.” She turned and stomped her hoof angrily, throwing her hands up in the air. “Fuck! If you weren’t a stupid-fuckable cock slave I’d have sent you back through the academy from basic...”

His cock twitched visibly, and both ponies caught it out of the corner of their eyes.

She glanced at the fuckrod, then to Soarin. He stared up at her for a moment, then looked at the ground, embarrassed. Spitfire’s face broke into a salacious grin.

“Well, well, well… maybe if you be good… behave yourself for the next month… I might CONSIDER it then…” She turned back to her chair, sauntering over. “I should have figured you’d love all the fresh cunt and cock coming in for training. Now hurry the fuck up, on your hooves!”

“Yes mistress, thank you mistress” Soarin sat up onto his knees, and rubbed the place where mistress had planted her hoof. When he pulled his hand away, he eagerly suckled and lapped his hand clean of her pussy juices while gently stroking his cock.

Spitfire swung around the opposite side of High Winds that she had left from, and patted her flank. “Windy, give me your other wing, you’re going to need a nice and strong one now that Soarin Slave is going to finally please mistress.”

“Yes… *huff*… mistress…” High Winds was panting and trying not to moan aloud watching her dommy mistress exercising her authority. She folded her erect wing down, and brought the other one up to the previous angle. Despite the wetness between her legs, her panting, and heated breaths; she was unmoving and stiff. A perfect chair for her mistress.

Spitfire brushed off her slave-seat, and settled her rump languidly onto the soft chair back her slave had provided. From this position she could observe the mysterious black door that they had come here to find. It remained closed; its mysterious contents as yet unknown to even the omniscient Goddess Celestia… But no sooner had she settled into High Wind’s downy feathers and spread her legs when a massive blur of sky-blue and navy blue obscured her vision of any door.

Powerful hands seized Spitfire’s thighs and jerked them upward, drawing her pussy level with a dripping, pulsating, deliciously musky cock. Without preamble, Soarin slammed his cock into his mistress’s pussy. It was so lubricated, thrust with such force, it felt to both ponies like Spitfire’s cervix was barely there at all, save for the thunderclap of orgasmic pleasure forcing its way into both of their brains. Soarin began to huff and grunt, showing his practiced and eager rutting developed over a lifetime of being a breeding male. He shoved his cock’s length in until it was clearly visible as a mighty bulge that slammed past his mistress’s belly button, then drew it back until his beefy medial ring just barely stretched out mistress’s pussy lips, then rammed back in. And again. And again. And again!

When Spitfire spoke, she had to grind out each word in between each thrust and explosive scream of pleasure. “AAAGH! MMMMmmm… FUCK!! Good job sweetie, my little MMMMFFF-FUCKING COCK SLAVE!!!”

Soarin for his part just snorted and snarled, keeping his hands firmly gripping his mistress’s legs, and pounding away in a steady rhythm until ordered otherwise. He tossed his head over to look at the other pair, and saw that they were laid out on the rock, having moved to a laying fuck position. He could see from here that Fire streak had cum already, the cunt he was fucking dribbled with it. He seemed tired, but was keeping himself hard so that he could make sure Misty would be satisfied, and was pushing through his own exhaustion for her. He pumped earnestly and fondled a breast awkwardly with one hand and groped her thigh with the other while trying not to get slapped in the face by her twitching and flapping wingboner. Misty let out the occasional encouraging moan and a coaxing word or two in between gasps of pleasure as she fingered herself alongside her partner’s efforts.

Soarin snorted with derision. Pitiful. He would show that cuck how a real stallion pleased their mares! He wrenched the length his cock out of his mistress until just the flaring tip was stuck at the entrance to her pussy.

Spitfire let out a moan, then a primal snort of rage. “WHO TOLD YOU TO STOP-” But she never finished her epithet, as Soarin bore down on her. He plunged his muzzle between her head-sized melons, and gripped both hands on High Wind’s back as he began to kiss and suck on his mistress’s breasts, while redoubling his efforts to stretch her womb with his cock. With each thrust, Soarin grunted and moaned, while Spitfire groaned satisfactorily.

“Soarin, you dirty little… MMPH… Fuck machine! I am going to… AAAH! Have to wear yooOOU out at home with your UuuuGHH… cocktoys!” She grinned down at her thrusting and worshipping slave and gripped his mane behind his head, forcing him deeper into her cleavage.

A whimper of desperation sounded from Spitfire’s left, and when she looked, a longing and helpless emerald-green eye stared back at her.

Through the fucking, the shows of dominance, and the diligent servicing of her mistress, High Winds had reached her breaking point. She was panting and drooling openly as she craned her neck back to watch her mistress being pleasured by her powerful breeding stud. Spitfire looked to her right, and saw her tail was raised, and her rump quivered as it tried to remain steady, but with a questing finger, Spitfire reached down between her slave’s legs and caused her erstwhile seat to buck under her.

“Awww… is my little chair MMMPPH… Fuck! Horny too?”

“Yes mistress…” Windy’s voice was barely above a whisper, and was difficult to hear above the slapping of Soarin’s pussy pounding.

“Well let’s fix that, and we can all cum when you cum, okay bitch-toys!?”

Both ponies were too preoccupied to speak, so each nodded, which was good enough for Spitfire.

She reached down to her slave’s quivering and dribbling pussy and caressed around it. High Winds bucked as she let out a gasp and a scream of pleasure. “PLEASE MISTRESS PLEASE I’VE BEEN A GOOD PONY PLEASE FINGER ME AAAAGGGHHHH!”

Her words were cut off in an orgasmic scream as mistress obliged and slid two fingers in, lazily swirling them around as her slave tightened instantly around them, desperate for release. Sorin took the hint and promise of cumming to heart, and made sure he was ready for the moment that mistress would give him permission to show off what he could do. Spitfire lazily began to fondle her cute stallion concubine’s ass as he continued his rhythmic thrusting.

The stately Spitfire and her disciplined concubines had devolved into a tangle of limbs and dribbling fuck juices. Soarin was sweating all over, and drool trailed from one of his mistress’s plump boobies as he continued pumping, letting out the occasional huff or grunt as he thrusted. High Winds’s arms and legs were shuddering as she tried to balance mistress and her stud on her back, while simultaneously attempting to resist the thrusts of said stud, all while her body was being wracked and assaulted with pleasure. Her porcelain white pussy was drooling onto the ground almost as fast as her mouth, and she could feel every muscle in her body burning like no workout she had ever experienced, but feeling pleasure like nothing else. Atop it all, resting comfortably on her struggling slave, pinned by her prize male, Spitfire could feel the orgasm building in her, and if she had any expertise in the matter (she did), she could feel the ones building in her loyal, loving, and obedient slaves.

“Oh… mmmph… okay my sexy little… ahhh… ponies… on threeeeOoooohhh!” She nearly failed to hold on herself as Sorin bucked extra hard in anticipation.

“One…” The rhythmic slapping of Soarin’s huge, desperately swollen balls against her rump was just as effective as a spanking.

“Two..!”

High Winds was panting openly, huffing, and moaning barely above a whisper “Mistress… *huff*… mistress… love you… mistress”

“ThreeMMMMAAHH!” Spitfire gripped Soarin’s firmly clenching buttocks as he slammed his cock to the hilt and unleashed his spunk into her needy womb. Wave after wave of pleasure and white-hot cum pumped through her as Soarin seemed to be desperately trying to spray his baby batter as hard as possible into her. She felt a shudder under her back, and despite her hazy fuck-addled brain, she flicked out her wings. With a powerful flap, she leapt up from her seat, and Soarin was pushed erect to a standing fuck position, his cock not stopping his pumping and thrusting and his hands still full of his mistress’s thighs. Behind Spitfire, Windy collapsed from exhaustion and multiple wracking orgasms, her cunt squirting forcefully and her body twitching and spasming as she vigorously stroked herself.
Spitfire locked eyes with Soarin, and flapped her wings again. She thrust herself up until her pussy just kissed the tip of his cock in a perfectly calculated maneuver that they had practiced many a time before, then she crashed down again. Another spurt of cum rocketed into her, and she tightened again in pure bliss as she screamed with delight!

Soarin had perhaps a second to prepare in that moment, he had managed to get his hooves stabilized only just in time. His knees strained as the weight of his mistress’s toned rear slammed his whole body with incredible force, and his aching balls started to happily drain again as a second wave of orgasm hit him. He held tight to Spitfire, hugging her close and growling and snarling with effort as he sought to pump her as full as possible with his seed. He felt her belly bloating with each pump pressed against his abs, and this only encouraged him more. Her pussy, now leaking both of their cum merrily onto the ground, tightened again satisfactorily, and Soarin grinned manically as her third consecutive orgasm gripped her. She snuggled against his chest as the pleasure shot through her body. Soarin hugged her fiercely back and planted a covetous kiss in her mane. His orgasm came to an end, and he felt his mistress relax in his arms. She seemed done too, satisfied and content. Soarin felt his knees weakening, but held on as best he could until Spitfire chose to get back on her hooves again. Soarin looked over at the pair on the rock, grinning with a combination of glee and smugness to see how the bitch and his mare were getting on.

Fire Streak and Misty Fly seemed to be engaging in a bit of after-fuck cuddling. Fire Streak appeared to be utterly exhausted, he lay limply on his side, letting his dick drain and his wings lie limply off the edge of the rock. Meanwhile, Misty Fly nuzzled him and planted gentle kisses on his muzzle and cheeks. Her hands played around his waist, and she squeezed him in a little hug every now and again. For his part, he rested his hand on one of her forearms and was rubbing it awkwardly, trying tiredly to return her kisses, and replying with barely more than whispers. Now that things had quieted down, Misty’s soft words drifted through the gentle breeze floating through the mountain pass.

“…so good Streaky… thank you for working so hard… I love when mistress gives me a good cock like yours to fuck! Did you feel good too?”

Soarin didn’t listen to the reply, but instead huffed and hefted his mistress’s ass cheeks in his hands, getting a firm grip on them and bundling her up in a sort of bridal carry. He tried to remain upright and stoic, but staggered a little on the way over towards the pair of fellow slaves, marching with purpose, he tried not to jostle his mistress too much. Sometime on his way over, his sizable member flopped out of Spitfire’s slit, and both ponies began positively spurting cum as the gravity drained it from their each of their sexes.

When Spitfire sensed that they were close to the rock, she slid out of her stud’s thick, muscular arms and stood over the two smaller ponies. She bent over the tired little colt on the rock, giving Soarin a wonderful look at her perfect ass.

“You did great Streaky!” She cooed, giving him a playful pat on the cutie mark. “What a trooper you are!”

He stirred, trying to fold his wings in and turn his body to look at his mistress proper. “T-t-thank you *huff* mistress…”

She gave him a proud smile and turned to Misty. “And how about you Fly fucktoy? Your pussy itch all scratched? Or do you want to play with Soarin for a minute or two?”

Misty Fly shook her head and pecked Fire Streak’s cheek again just as he managed to sit up. “Nope! All better mistress!” Fire Streak blushed shyly at her glowing review.

Spitfire glanced up at Soarin, who was valiantly standing at attention, still sweaty and breathing hard from his marathon ordeal. His eyes flicked up to meet hers. “And how about you my cute little stud? You ok to wait for mistress Goddess? I’m sure she’ll be here soon.”

He nodded. “Yes mistress. Thank you mistress for letting me drain my balls in you… did I please you?”

Spitfire smirked and trotted past him, spanking his flank with an open palm as she did so. She nearly sent him off balance with the force of the blow and his exhaustion, but he kept his footing. “Yeah, sure. Now sit your ass down and rest stud. I want to be in somewhat presentable condition when Mistress-Goddess arrives. And if she wants prime dick after her trip you better be ready!”

“Yes mistress.” Soarin rubbed the spot where mistress had struck him. Perhaps she had picked up on his ulterior motive in asking if he had pleased her after all: that Soarin had simply wanted to use her response to rub in Fire Streak’s face later.

Fire Streak himself hung his head limply, his breathing ragged and slow. He steadied himself with a gentle arm from Misty Fly. When Soarin turned his head back to face them, Fire Streak looked up at him, saw the distain in his face, looked down submissively at the ground. He began scooting to the edge of the rock, trying to make room for Soarin. Misty followed suit, moving closer to Fire Streak and wrapping her wing around him in a hug. She looked up at Soarin and extended the other wing invitingly. Soarin rolled his eyes, and decided to accept her cuddly demeanor if he wanted to obey his mistress’s command. He planted himself on the rock and let the sun caress his coat as lemon-colored feathers enveloped him. He settled into their warmth, admiring the natural beauty of the mountain pass, marred only by the black door… and his eyes began to slowly drift closed…

Soarin felt the wind leaving his body as a tangle of limbs and hair collided with his torso.

He let out a grunt of surprise, and his wings unfurled defensively, shoving Misty and Fire Streak behind his protective wing. He struggled with the wriggling thing in his arms a moment before snow-white feathers fluttered past his eyes, and he felt how warm and pliable the something that hit him was…

High winds managed to right herself in Soarin’s lap, adjusting her petite frame so that her buttocks sat comfortably on one of the massive stallion’s thick and powerful thighs. She then leaned back into his broad and muscular chest and sighed contentedly, tickling his chest with her frizzy and curly mane.

It was only then that Soarin spotted his mistress towering over him. “Clean her up Stud” She procured a handkerchief from seemingly nowhere. “She worked extra hard for mistress, and obeyed me…” She glowered meaningfully. “You clean her up and make her look presentable for Mistress-Goddess, and I will forgive you for your little stunt earlier, clear?”

Soarin took the cloth meekly and nodded, still rubbing his solar plexus from when Spitfire had thrown High Winds into him. “Yes mistress, thank you mistress…” It was only at that moment he realized his coat on his thigh holding up High Winds was sticky and wet. He sighed, and got to work, starting from her sopping wet waist and belly.

“Thank you mistress! I’m gonna love being serviced by a big strong stud!” Windy giggled, and another voice giggled alongside her from Soarin’s right. Misty Fly peeked out from around Soarin’s half raised wing and planted a welcoming kiss on Windy’s cheek. Windy got more involved with the kiss and both mares smooched happily.

Soarin sighed and gripped High Winds’s waist with one arm, and began wiping between her thighs and his, and planting occasional kisses on her neck. She preened under his attention and nuzzled under his chin, letting out little moans and coos while Misty Fly nuzzled both mare and stallion.

Her slaves sufficiently taken care of; Spitfire swept over to the black door that had brought them out so far from Equestria… Landing lightly in front of the solid black artifice, she wondered how it got there. Looking around she couldn’t see any evidence of construction, though of course it could have always been done by magic…
She reached out hesitantly to touch the matte black metal.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you…” Said a sultry voice from behind her.