The Band of Loyalty

After his daily training, Soarin was enjoying his bagel when he saw Spitfire walk into the mess hall. It was time for her lunch break, and she usually liked to be a little early in order to miss the cadets. It wasn't much, but fifteen minutes of peaceful lunch meant a lot to her.

As she sat down, Soarin moved over to where she'd decided to eat. "Hey, Spitfire. Having a good day?"

"I was, but then you sat down across from me," she joked, taking a big bite of her sandwich.

"I aim to bother," chuckled Soarin. "So, Rainbow Dash has really been topping the charts lately."

Spitfire swallowed. "She has. Putting her in for the last two shows really paid off."

"Yeah, and with me being in both of them, I took note of how much she's improved. She seems to deserve the promotion."

Spitfire smiled. "If you really felt that way, we wouldn't be having this conversation. Why don't you tell me how you really feel?"

Soarin shrugged. "She disappeared for a few weeks, then comes back late. I thought for sure I'd have to talk you down and let her back into the Wonderbolts, but you went and made her our star attraction. It just doesn't add up, is all."

"I picked her for those shows because she kneeled at my feet and begged."

"Right into your snatch."

Spitfire scowled. "That's a very serious allegation, Soarin. We don't make that kind of joke around here; you know better than that."

Soarin shook his head. "Rainbow confirms it. She all but said it aloud yesterday. Furthermore, you're the one who recommended me to our internal affairs department. You know I have no choice but to look into this."

Spitfire took a deep breath and nodded. "I know. I'll bring her into my office after last mess, we'll sort this out then."

"See you there," smiled Soarin, walking away.

Spitfire finished her lunch quickly and walked out into the hall. "I think he bought it."

"Good job, my pet," smiled King, patting her head. "Now, go prepare. Big night tonight."

Soarin ate quickly, as he wanted to be ready to go right away. He dreaded having to report Spitfire and Rainbow for misconduct, and genuinely wanted to make sure they stayed professional. If they could do that, he wouldn't have to say goodbye to either of them. If they didn't, he might have to say goodbye to both.

He knocked on Spitfire's office door. "Enter if you dare," came her voice from inside.

"How terrifying," he remarked, stepping inside. "Where's Rainbow?"

"Not here yet," replied Spitfire, not looking up from her document. "You can have a seat while we wait."

Soarin sat down. "I want you to know that this is nothing personal. I really don't want to do this, but I don't have much of a choice. It's my job on the line."

"I know," came her response. "If you don't report it, and it goes over your head, all three of us would be gone. I don't want that to happen, which is why you're going to be informed right now, before anything becomes too out of hand."

"Thanks for understanding," nodded Soarin. "And in the event that something does happen, I'm sorry in advance."

The door opened behind him and Rainbow walked in. "Sorry to keep you waiting."

Soarin could swear he heard the door latch click twice. He waited for Rainbow to take the chair adjacent to him, but she didn't. Instead, he was shocked by a rope suddenly surrounding his shoulders, binding him to the chair. "What's the meaning of this!?" he grunted, struggling to pull free as he was tied up.

"I would think you were observant enough to figure that out," answered Spitfire. "We were going to tell you what we've been doing, but instead, we thought we'd show you."

Soarin relaxed a bit. "Look, if you wanted me to join you for a threesome, you could have asked. I'm glad to join you. I just need to know one thing, and that's whether or not you're advancing Rainbow in return for sexual favours. We clear that up, and you're free to do whatever you want behind closed doors."

Spitfire stood up and walked around the desk. The only thing she was wearing below the waist was a strip of tape holding her labia together, and her shoes. "Of course not," chuckled Spitfire, laying his chair back so King could more easily bind his ankles. "You said it yourself, she's skilled enough to take the lead on most of our performances. She was only late because she needed to stay behind for cleanup. Now, have you eaten all of your dinner?"

Soarin nodded. "I have."

"Good. Because I have your dessert." She squatted over his face and pulled off the tape. A bit of King's jizz from earlier in the day oozed out and dribbled onto his nose. "I know how much you love cream pies."

Like an obedient little bitch boy, Soarin began lapping up the drippings of her cunt, digging his tongue inside of her to slurp out the creamy filling. As he worked, Rainbow was unfastening his pants. He flexed his legs a bit, making it easier to slide them between his arse and the chair.

Soarin didn't stop when Spitfire's vagina was empty, he kept licking and sucking until she stood up. "Thank you, mistress," he said, his enjoyment made clear by his very large erection. "May I have some more?"

Spitfire and King looked at each other. He wasn't indoctrinated yet. "What did you do?"

"I'm sorry, my king," whimpered Spitfire. "I was so aroused by the thought of helping you that I must have diluted your seed with my juices..."

Soarin was very confused. "What's going on?"

King turned his gaze to Soarin. "You wanted more, right?" Soarin nodded enthusiastically as Spitfire stood him back up. "In that case, I'll just have to give you more."

As King's pants came off, Soarin was rather taken by his cock. It was beautiful. Even better, before King presented it to him, he smeared it with an apple-flavored custard pie. This was very appealing to Soarin, as he was a bisexual with an insatiable sweet tooth. Without being commanded to, Soarin licked the whole thing clean. When he was done, King smeared even more on himself. Eventually, he ran out of pie, and Soarin had to be content with licking the crumbs off of King's balls.

It was about that time that King shoved his cock down Soarin's throat. It was odd having somepony suck him off that wasn't mind-controlled, but it was nice nonetheless. When he fired off his thick, ropey cum, Soarin was his. Not that he needed Soarin to be indoctrinated to derive pleasure from him, that was just a bonus. And since Soarin had been such a good little bitch, he was rewarded by being untied and allowed to fuck King's pussy. As he shot his own load up inside of his King, Soarin drifted off to sleep right there on the rug, with Spitfire and King surrounding him. This meeting had been far more pleasant than anticipated.