Soarin Smells Sweetly

Soarin woke up feeling full and empty at the same time. Stuffed and hollow. Hot and cold. He'd woken up a lot during the night, turning over expecting to grab a hoofful of his familiar bedding and blankets and instead finding himself next to a barely recognizable orange pony, who would sigh and press their body backwards when Soarin wrapped his foreleg around their chest, and that would help him get back to sleep, at least for a bit.

He wondered if he'd already gotten up and eaten breakfast. Still, something smelled good, presumably wafting down the halfway under the crack in the bedroom door. Soarin couldn't tell if the fragrant spiced accents were from the potential food on the fry or the perpetual perfume that seemed to linger around Orange Dream wherever he went. Soarin absentmindedly buried his nose in Orange's pillow and inhaled deeply, shivering as the captivating scent washed over his senses, fixing him to the spot and making parts of him tingle he didn't know existed.

Part of him wanted to get up, but more of him seemed uninterested in responding to his internal requests. He would ask a limb to move, and instead of moving instantly, it would think about it for a while, decide if it really felt like moving, and then move if all the variables lined up properly. Idling thoughts drifted in and out of the front of Soarin's consciousness, mostly mingling with the urge for a hearty breakfast, followed by slipping back under the covers with somepony sturdy and orange to cling to in the meanwhile.

"Soarin?"

A voice like currant-honey crept under the door. Soarin's whole body tingled, even though he wasn't sure how to describe the sensation itself, like he was shivering from the inside out.

"I'm here," he said, maybe more quickly than he meant to. It seemed important to answer promptly, to make sure not to leave his fan... they were still that, weren't they? Or maybe he was their fan now... don't leave them waiting, in any case. Soarin pulled the blankets up tight under his chin, feeling anxious for a reason he couldn't articulate.

"Breakfast is ready," came the drawl, back under the door, seemingly unconcerned with the world at large. "If you want to drag yourself out of bed, there's a plate waiting for you..."

Getting up seemed like a good idea, suddenly. Breakfast was ready, after all.

"Okay," Soarin said. He got up, having to take a few second to steady himself as he attempted to exit the bed. His legs felt wobbly, his hooves slippery, like they weren't all the way underneath him at once... Still, he made it to the bedroom door, and then down the hallway. The fuzz seemed to move from his limbs to the front of his head, clouding his senses with more of the mingling perfume mixed with the breakfast aromas. Soarin wasn't sure which bit of the smells wafting across his palette were the ones to focus on, and he felt a headache creeping on, deep down in the tissue, a confused ambling from smell to smell...

When he sat down at the table, Soarin looked down at his breakfast plate.

It appeared to be some sort of mixed vegetarian grill, seasoned with spices that combined into a heavenly rainbow Soarin was helpless to pull apart. All he knew was that it smelled like heaven, and the worries of yesterday, today, and tomorrow, would all wash away if he had just a single bite.

He took one.

It was better than he could have imagined.

There was a nagging voice, somewhere, not one Soarin could recognize or place, certainly it wasn't his, and certainly it wasn't Orange Dream, whose melodious tone would have captured his attention instantly. It was more like the addendum to a cumbersome filing system, a tiny, secretary-like voice reminding him of something that was completely unnecessary to remember. Wings, clouds, something to do with flying... he'd missed practice yesterday, hadn't he? Was that it?

Well, that was nothing to worry about. He didn't feel worried, at least. He felt like he was right where he should be.

There could have been a practice today. Probably there was one tomorrow. Soarin felt miraculously unconcerned with material things like where he was, what he was supposed to be doing. He took another bite of the syrup-drenched greens on his plate, shut his eyes and sighed.

"I've got some ponies I'd like you to meet today," Orange Dream said nonchalantly. He was still working at the stove, flipping little sprigs of celery and carved carrots into each other, letting the steam and scented fumes wafted around him like smoke to a wizard's entrance.

"Mhm?" Soarin tilted his head with a collection of green strands hanging from his mouth. He slurped them up inelegantly, making as much noise as possible. Table manners had never been on his list of priorities.

"Just some friends of mine," Orange Dream went on. He finished the last flip of the pan's contents and flicked the stove burner off, waiting for a few seconds before turning the pan upright and dumping the contents onto a plate of his own. If Soarin had been capable of an occupied and intense attention, he might have noticed substantially less syrup and seasoning on Orange's plate than his own... but that was out of reach for now, and instead, it was just the two of them sitting down to breakfast next to each other. A cozy morning moment. "I have a feeling you'll get along great."

Soarin nodded. He'd somehow managed to finish the entire contents of his plate without even noticing. He couldn't tell if he was still hungry or not.

"Here," Orange said, offering Soarin another fully-decked, syrup-drenched plate from out of nowhere. "I had a feeling you'd be hungry after last night... heh."

Soarin's mouth began to water involuntarily before he'd even taken the plate in his hooves. It was a tremendous difficulty to resist just shoving his face into the fragrant bouquet and chowing down like a cow on cut grass... but he managed to retain at least that bit of dignity, and restrained himself to customary, albeit very large, bites off his fork.

"That sounds good," Soarin said through his mouthful of greens. It seemed important to answer, even though he didn't have anything meaningful to add.

Twitch.

And he was starting to feel hard, for some reason. Hard, hot, and sweaty. Maybe he needed a shower—

Orange Dream's hoof on the back of Soarin's neck felt cool and inviting. He relaxed backwards into the gesture, slumping a little in his chair as Orange ran his hooves around Soarin's shoulders, tickling his ears and giggling as Soarin shivered even more intensely. Eventually his hoof settled to tracing little circles in the fluff of Soarin's chest, making him whimper and shut his eyes as he wiggled needily in his chair.

It seemed like Orange's hoof was about to take an even more intense direction, beginning to circle lower and lower until it was almost between—

But then the doorbell rang, and Orange's hoof stopped.

"Ah," he said. "That'll be them now."

He left Soarin in his chair, whimpering and wriggling with a desperate tinge to his sighs.

"Glad to see you made it without much trouble." Soarin could hear Orange's voice from the other room, familiar, like greeting an old friend. Somepony he didn't recognize answered back.

"Wasn't too much of an issue... after last time I made a map so I wouldn't get lost."

"Always thinking ahead, heh-heh."

"You know it."

It seemed like the two of their voices were pairing in the air to exchange information without words. Soarin felt like there were pieces of the conversation being left out that he couldn't hear or understand. Not a different language but like... somepony speaking in code in plain daylight, using normal words in a way you couldn't comprehend.

"Just come into the kitchen, I'd love to introduce you to my new friend."

"And mine! He was a bit of a hassle to get here... kept pawing at my crotch on the coach ride. Couldn't keep his hooves to himself!"

Orange Dream and the unfamiliar voice shared a laugh.

"That sounds like my kind of company. You've done a good job with him, it seems."

"Yes, maybe too good... see, there he goes again! Would you stop? We're around company!"

Soarin heard another laugh from Orange, accompanied by a whimper from a third voice, high and needy.

"Oh, don't worry too much about manners. I did invite you here for a reason after all..."

"Yes, well. Let's just get acquainted first before things descend into complete debauchery."

Soarin heard the third voice let out a disappointed groan, followed by hoofsteps as the three-pony party made their way to the kitchen

"Soma," Orange Dream said, gesturing to a green unicorn just stepping into view, "I'd like you to meet Soarin. I'm sure you've seen his performances with the—"

"Wonderbolts, yes, I recognize him already." Soma stepped close, from the doorframe until he was only inches away from Soarin's seat. An intangible heat seemed to drift from his body, and it made Soarin feel hot and prickly. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Soarin. Braeburn, why don't you introduce yourself as well?"

Soma gestured with one hoof towards Soarin's hooves resting on the kitchen floor. Seemingly from nowhere, a homely but incredibly frazzled looking earth pony crept through the kitchen doorway. He moved low on all fours, somewhat like a timid puppy, and when he walked towards Soarin's chair, he seemed to creep, keeping his nose low to the ground and refusing to look anypony else in the eye.

It took a few seconds for Soarin to notice the hard, veiny, dripping shaft dangling between the earth-pony's legs.

It made Soarin's cock twitch on its own, longing to get so hard, to join in the potential fun and attention. Seeing somepony else that hard... there was no way to deny the effect it had on your body. Soarin's was already getting hot and fuzzy.

"It seems like the two of them should get along quite well," Soma said with an appraising grin. He was wearing a pair of small spectacles, hanging low on the bridge of his nose, that made him look a bit like a museum curator, or an auctioneer at a very boring venue.

"Soarin, don't you think you should properly introduce yourself to your new friend?" Orange Dream asked. His voice seemed to quiver and hover in the air, resonating like a harmonic bar struck to ring out in perpetuity.

Soarin felt that introducing himself would be a very good idea.

"Hi," he said. "My name's—"

Soarin felt his words catch in his throat, along with the sensation of somepony's parted lips sliding smoothly and expertly over the whole of his not-yet-hard cock. Which, by the feeling of it, was stiffening rapidly by the second.

Braeburn looked up from underneath the breakfast table, his head between Soarin's legs, his mouth pursed around Soarin's rapidly hardening shaft. Braeburn's eyes were wide and emerald, making him look a lot like a begging puppy, emphasized by his position underneath the table.

Soarin wanted to continue the greeting he'd started, but the words he'd had in mind at the beginning were filtering out just as rapidly as his cock was growing hard. There was something so vulnerable about the feeling of being sucked up when you weren't even a little bit hard, how easily somepony could just slurp and slather their tongue around your shaft, until you started to grow in their mouth, and suddenly there was enough hardness to poke out between their lips, it would be a struggle for them to take the whole thing... how biology worked like this was a mystery to Soarin, but he didn't need to understand it to be swept up in its machinations.

Blood was rushing swiftly to his cock, stiffening it up straight in Braeburn's mouth. Braeburn didn't seem even slightly perturbed by the increased challenge of thickness. He took to it eagerly, making his mouth wider, but still tightly sealing his lips around Soarin's veiny shaft as he bobbed his head up and down.

Looking down between his legs, Soarin could only hold the adorable image of Braeburn's puckered lips for a moment before his body surged with overwhelming arousal, his head rolling back and eyes clenching shut of their own accord. Even though the introductory blowjob had just started moments ago, Soarin could already feel his balls clenching prematurely against his body, somehow having refilled with an even bigger stored-up load than the day before. Soarin's hooves naturally made their way to the back of Braeburn's head, running through his mane as the earth pony slobbed and bobbed insistently up and down on Soarin's cock.

Though he felt only vaguely present in the kitchen chair his body still occupied, Soarin could still ever-so-slightly make out Orange Dream's voice behind him.

"It seems like they're getting along well so far."

"Indeed."

When Soarin blinked again, there were two cocks in front of him, one he was familiar with from the night before, the second new, a comfortable-sized green shaft, no doubt attached to the unicorn guest who'd brought Braeburn in.

Soarin didn't need any instruction. His mouth opened on its own, his tongue lolling out immediately as he began to trade attention between the two pricks dangling in front of him. Just like last night, Orange's was intimidating even before it was fully hard, but the unicorn, Soma's, was much more manageable, giving Soarin's mouth and lips a break every now and then to keep the soreness from overwhelming. It didn't take long for both cocks to be fluidly lubed up with what seemed like gallons of Soarin's dribbling spit, seemingly taking cue from Braeburn's ministrations on his own cock and applying them immediately. That was good behaviour. Sure to receive a reward at some point.

Sure enough, Orange Dream reached out and patted Soarin on the head, once both he and the guest had been fully lubed and hardened up.

"Good job," he said, praising Soarin like a pet in training.

Soarin's cock twitched one final time in Braeburn's mouth before he began to spray a hot load of cum down the earth pony's throat.

Braeburn didn't bat an eyelash, though he did let out a long, steady moan as he began to swallow Soarin's thick, creamy jism. There wasn't a drop that escaped his steady guzzling, and Soarin's moans mingled with Brae's muffled whimpering noises to coat the kitchen in a soundscape of arousal.

Beside the two of them, Soma and Orange Dream's cocks bobbed respectively, eager for their own attention.

Again, as if he'd been trained for it, Braeburn got up from the kitchen floor as soon as the final drop of Soarin's cum had flowed down his throat. He wiped his mouth with his hoof, once, then licked his lips, letting out another 'mmm' as he savoured the remnants of jizz remaining. Then, like a performing show dog, he got up from underneath the kitchen table and took his place beside it, lowering his head to the floor and raising his cinnamon-orange rear-end high, his hind legs spread wide to give full and perfect access for anypony behind him.

Soarin had just cum, and yet already, he could feel himself getting hard again. There was something coursing inside him, from the inside out, everything tingled and sizzled a little more, like each touch was on fire, a bolt of lightning that was coursing through his skin, making his cock ache and twitch and dribble precum down the side like a malfunctioning fountain...

"Soarin," came Orange Dream's voice from somewhere beside his ear. "Don't be rude. Follow Braeburn's lead, it's unkind to leave our guest waiting."

"Yes, sorry," Soarin sputtered, his words hot and clumsy from his mouth, his brain full of images of white stains on bedsheets and cooling apple pie from who knows how far away. Soarin got off the chair he'd been sitting on since beginning breakfast, his legs wobbling again as they met the tile. His whole body felt drained from the enthusiastic suckling of Braeburn's lips, and yet, his cock was hard again, his balls were churning with another load, they felt heavy and in desperate need of attention.

Soarin took his place next to Braeburn, the two of them lined up like a pair of service holes for free use. Soarin found himself shaking just from the sensation of somepony's body next to him, the half-arousing, half-intimidating shake, was he spread enough, was his ass taut enough, was he as presentable and respectable a spectacle as the partner pony to his side? He wasn't sure. He needed to be sure.

Soma's cock lined up with the entrance to Soarin's asshole without fanfare—there was enough lubrication between the both of them that any pause would have been purely performatory. Even still, Soarin wasn't used to being stuffed full just like that, and the sensation of going from empty to completely packed to the fullest inch was something his body grappled with in parts. Again, the secretarial voice of warnings and caution was buried, drowned out by the flaming hot cries urging him to give in instead of hold out. He'd gone from empty to full, just like that, and all it took was a little concession in his mind to see how right it was. He had a purpose now. He had a fit.

Soarin couldn't help but turn his head to watch Orange at Braeburn's behind. His tongue hung out of his mouth so low it almost touched the tile, slavering over the site of Orange's cock ready to plunge inside another pony. Braeburn was cooing softly and waggling his butt to look even more inviting, and Soarin found himself mimicking the motion subconsciously, shaking his own butt back and forth to help stimulate the cock lodged inside him.

Behind him, Soma groaned approvingly.

"This one is so... tight," the unicorn said between grunts. He let out a little 'ungh' each time he slammed himself forward, grabbing hard onto the side of Soarin's butt and using the extra traction to make his thrusts more powerful, pounding a lot harder than Soarin was used to, harder even than he'd gotten it last night.

But he'd gotten a compliment. He was doing a good job. He was doing something right.

Soarin had heard a number of analogies over the years which attempted to describe the sensation of being penetrated mercilessly from behind like this, but none of them quite equaled up to the experience itself. Even with just words alone, you couldn't describe it; you could say what was happening, named the individual component parts, and still fail to live up to the sensations coursing through your body. It didn't help that, since last night, Soarin's experiences with sex had gone suddenly upwards in terms of intensity, so immersed in the sensation of being taken that there was nothing he could do to escape it, even in the remotest corners of his mind. It helped also that there was so much lube, everything got so slippery, there was no risk of roughness or tearing or having to stop for a moment because somepony was hurt... if Soarin had felt something hurt, he probably wouldn't have mentioned it anyway. Nothing in him wanted to stop this, no matter which pony was behind him. He was in service now, doing something much more important than the flight practice already vanishing at the back of his memory.

Hot, fuzzy, floaty. Soarin turned his head to the side occasionally to watch Orange Dream making use of Braeburn's well-presented backside. Still, Soarin found himself taking little cues from the movement, shaking himself in certain ways or whimpering more loudly when Soma bottomed out in his ass. Each grunt from behind him was a cheer, a clap of encouragement, the same sounds that spurred him forward when he was flying skyward.

Even more occasionally, he would catch Orange Dream looking at him, throwing a wink or a nod that made Soarin's body tingle and shiver even more than the cock inside him did.

Though it felt like he could have stayed in position all day, for weeks, maybe, as though he'd finally found something more interesting to dedicate his life to than the Wonderbolts, Soarin couldn't help but notice the sudden increase in pace of the unicorn who had mounted him; the extra grunts and shuddering, more awkward directions of his thrusting. Soarin could feel Soma's hooves clench onto him even tighter, guiding his cock into place for what felt like the last few familiar thrusts of a pending eruption.

There was no warning, not even a grunted signal into his ear. Soarin just felt his ass begin to fill up even more, a soon-to-become-familiar sensation of being flooded with hot, sticky goo. One type of fullness to another, the edge of feeling bloated, looking down at his stomach and wondering if it was possible to see it swell up from the sheer volume of sticky stuff being pumped inside him. It wasn't just content to remain inside, he could feel it dripping out of his ass too, pouring down slick and slimy over Soma's cock, more lube than ever could have been necessary, and then more on top of that.

It was the only right thing in the world to give in to the sensations demanding to overwhelm. Soarin did just that: his ass clenched around Soma's cock as his own prick began to twitch and slap against his belly, firing spurt after spurt of hot white cum onto his coat, getting his fur sticky, catching a few shots as high up as his chin, the majority painting his stomach before the last few drops trickled from his head to the kitchen floor. Already, the room reeked of sex, and now there would be no removing the aroma, save the mix of sweet perfumes sported by the two ponies currently engaged in plowing from behind.

His eyes struggling not to roll back in his head, Soarin turned to watch Orange Dream's face, clenched in perpetual bliss as his hips rocked gently back and forth, not moving in proper thrusts, but gentle half-inches, no doubt swishing around the sticky mix of fluids inside Braeburn's well-prepared ass.

Braeburn, for his part, seemed to be in a state of perpetual orgasm. If he'd been just inches away from coming when he'd shown up first, now he was over the edge and swimming in the ocean underneath the cliffside, his face an untranslatable look of distorted bliss, tongue hanging out and lolling from side to side with his head and the motions of his body as it shook. From time to time he would let out a meek-sounding whimper, but seemed mostly content to enjoy his perpetual sexual servitude in relative silence.

"Had a good time?" Orange Dream asked to the pony behind Soarin, seemingly irreverent to the pegasus in front of him.

Soma nodded behind Soarin's back and raised his hoof to wipe a collection of sweat off his forehead.

"Damn," he said, withdrawing his cock with 'plop' as the built-up collection of goopy fluids finally poured from Soarin's gaping hole to join the sticky spot he'd started on the kitchen floor. "You did a good job with him so far."

"Yours too," Orange said. "Does that mean you're—"

"Finished?" Soma shook his head, sporting a grin that, given enough time around him or any other 'pony' in his 'occupation', would become fiendishly familiar. "No, not quite. Let's have them go at each other, shall we?"

Orange Dream's eyes widened, his mouth falling open for a moment before curling into a mischievous smirk.

"Of course! Why didn't I think of that?" He cleared his throat. His own cock had somehow slipped out of Braeburn without Soarin being able to stare, and was now hanging, limp but still intimidating in size, with a long trickle of cum and jelly-juice dangling from the tip to the floor.

When Orange Dream turned towards Soarin, Soarin felt his head get heavy, his heart begin to beat faster, and his cock twitch between his legs.

"Soarin," Orange said, his voice as sweet as the spiced-honey-currant perfume that wafted from his presence "why don't you be a dear and show a last bit of hospitality to one of our guests... our new friend?"

Soarin didn't need to speak. He just nodded, collecting himself up off the floor and moving for the first time of the day without stuttering like he was about to tumble at any second.

Braeburn didn't seem to notice him approaching at first. His eyes were glazed over, his attention set on a point on the horizon far beyond the walls he was presently housed in. Even when Soarin began to gently suckle at his cock, cleaning it softly with his lips and tongue, Braeburn didn't stir. It took Soarin's hoof reaching below the base of Brae's shaft, pressing gingerly and tugging ever-so-slightly at his balls. That was enough to snap Braeburn back from whatever vision he had been immersed in, to have him blink and pause for just a moment before rearing his head back, his body suddenly and completely immersed in the sensation of the pursed lips suckling his shaft, along with Soarin's hoof gently massaging his apparently extra-sensitive nuts.

Soarin allowed himself a self-satisfied moan around Braeburn's cock as he felt it begin to harden in his mouth. This was another sensation he was used to experiencing from the other end, one he imagined had a million facets of its appeal to explore from either direction, but which he'd only taken for granted from one side. He was always the pony being sucked, feeling himself go from fully limp to all the way hard in a matter of seconds. It was the magic of sex, how just by touching somepony you could cause the earth to move in a tiny but permanent way...

Soarin shook his head. Braeburn's cock was hard in his mouth, and poor Braeburn was whimpering and bucking his hips upwards over and over again, struggling to get Soarin to focus again, to begin bobbing his head up and down and making more use of his tongue for slurping and sucking.

It only took a look from Orange Dream out of the corner of his eye to remind Soarin of the importance of his task. He closed his eyes and began to suck as though his life depended on it, which, whether or not it actually did, felt a very real and present circumstance in Soarin's heart and head. He payed extra attention to rubbing Braeburn's sack, feeling rewarded whenever he pushed a particularly perfect place and felt Braeburn's head flare in his mouth, or heard the poor earth-pony's tortured sounding groans, like it had been years since he'd last let out a load, when in fact it had probably been more like several minutes.

Even though Soarin didn't have much practice with his mouth, he was a fast learner—he'd always been fast, as a matter of fact. It only took a few more minutes until Braeburn was panting and grasping at the back of Soarin's head with his hooves, his hip-thrusts becoming more erratic, just as Soma's had when he was about to paint the inside of Soarin's ass with his sticky surprise.

Both ponies in service, Soarin and Braeburn, looked to their 'owners', their eyes mutually pleading and desperate. In tandem, Orange Dream and Soma nodded, giving the permission both their pets needed to cum.

It was Braeburn who fired off just a split-second earlier, near-instantly filling Soarin's mouth with the fiercest-firing bursts of jizz he'd ever experienced. It was so much to take all at once that Soarin started coughing, and jizz began to gush out between his lips and a little out his nostrils. It stung, but Soarin found himself enjoying the sensation for a reason he couldn't articulate, as every sensation in the litany since the last day had been. It was a new challenge, his struggle to swallow as much of Braeburn's hot, creamy jizz as he could, all while dealing with the fact that, yes, his own cock was about to start firing, he was cumming, no doubt about it...

Still... he'd gotten permission. No matter how messy the kitchen floor ended up.

With an animalistic grunt that came from deeper in his chest than he knew he had, Soarin began to cum, his cock throbbing so hard as it began to fire that it felt as though his entire body was being wrung in a vice, every muscle and nerve seizing up simultaneously until the last drop of cum was wrung out of his balls.

The sensation was, in no small sense, overpowering. Soarin went from attending the volume of cum being blasted into his mouth to suddenly falling back with his mouth dropping open, half of Braeburn's load that he hadn't swallowed falling like a thick syrup onto his chest, and spreading there with the rest of the goopy liquids that had collected during the session. Braeburn kept cumming even though Soarin's mouth had disappeared, and though his last shots weren't as volumous as the first, it was still enough to paint most of Soarin's lower half, leaving barely a single inch of his coat that wasn't sticky with cum or some combination of other liquids.

Like he'd collapsed into the wet spot the night before, Soarin fell into a familiar pool of goopy feeling-ness. He closed his eyes and sighed, feeling as though he could fall asleep on the spot without any pillow or blankets necessary.

On an only slightly-less-damp spot of the floor next to him, Braeburn curled around and cuddled up like a tiny terrier sleeping next to its big brother. Soon, the kitchen, still reeking of sex and sticky stuff, was filled with the soft sound of two snoring ponies.

Both of them still so worn out and gaping that, if you stood behind, you could just make out the outline of something small and oval shaped slipping deeper inside before it vanished...

"We'll let them sleep for a bit before they do the cleaning," Orange Dream said.

Soma, the green unicorn, nodded.

"Agreed. In the meantime, let's discuss some potential candidates I had in mind for our next, erm, 'meeting'..."