Spitfire groaned, rubbing her temple with a hoof as she sat at her desk in her office, wearing her standard blue uniform top and violet tinted glasses. The authoritative mare was looking over the latest incident report.
An incident of Soarin and Rainbow Dash fucking Fleetfoot into a stupor right before their show in Las Pegasus.
It was vexing to say the least. Fleetfoot was barely able to perform with how sexual fluids were dripping and drenching the inner parts of her entire suit.
This wasn’t the first incident either. It all started when Rainbow Dash joined. Suffice to say a few mares on the teams were curious seeing as word quickly got around that the prismatic mare was carrying...extra equipment.
Being a futa is not unheard of, but out of the ordinary enough to draw curious eyes. And Rainbow was happy enough to show off to the countless mares in the team.
She was in fact so happy that she fucked any mare until they were a squealing slutty mess.
And then she made friends with Soarin who was equally promiscuous? Chaos was to be expected.
Spitfire just didn’t expect THAT much chaos.
It seemed as if those two had planned to fuck every mare on the team...which they did. They managed to do that. Almost at least. She herself was still untainted by their wanton lust, wondering if they were trying to build themself a harem of needy cunts.
Regardless of their intention, it couldn’t go on like this.
She stood up, walking to the training area outside, the paperwork pushed aside for now. It wasn’t hard to spot that rainbow mane among the other Wonderbolts. Even less so as both her and Soarin were sandwiching their latest conquest. Fleetfoot seemed flushed as they were obviously groping her ass. So at least they were not really sandwiching her yet, with their cocks all still in their proverbial pants.
Spitfire couldn’t help but to groan, before she approached them with a stern look. These two troublemakers wouldn’t get it if she went soft on them. She had to make clear that this wasn’t going to cut it. Once and for all.
Of course both of them didn’t seem troubled at all as she stomped over. Soarin even grinned as if he was expecting something lewd to happen.
‘Fat chance.’
“Soarin, Rainbow Dash, attention!” she yelled in her usual commanding raspy tone, both obeying her, but seeming way too happy about it. “And wipe that smug smile off your faces! I have overlooked your behavior for far too long. You almost ruined the last show because you couldn’t control yourself!”
“...To be fair, Fleetfoot was practically begging for it,” Soarin admitted with a shrug of his withers.
Spitfire glowered at him, smacking his muzzle with her wing and causing Rainbow Dash to snicker. The captain’s head turned to the rainbow-maned mare, giving her a glare as well and shutting her up effectively.
The fiery mare shook her head disapprovingly.
“I don’t want to hear your excuses. Not every mare is throwing themselves at your hooves. Honestly, at this point I have to worry if you would touch some fans of yours as well, mares and fillies alike. Suffice to say, I can’t let that happen, which is why I suspend you both for a month.”
“SUSPEND?!” both yelled, slack jawed at the judgement.
“Hold on! We aren’t hurting anypony! In fact, every mare is left behind happier than they are before!”
“What she said!” Soarin agreed, as Spitfire furrowed her brows.
“And? That doesn’t change anything about the dive in performance we will surely suffer from your activities. Not to mention the hit in reputation following that. Even more so if it became public knowledge that you are practically holding orgies every single week!”
“...To be fair, we did invite you,” Soarin offered lamely as the captain shot him an even fiercer glare as well as a growl that made the light blue stallion gulp.
“So this is it then? You suspend us for plowing a few mares?” Rainbow asked with a scowl which Spitfire mirrored.
“For plowing the entirety of all pussies in the Wonderbolts.”
“Except yours. And I mean, really, there is no reason for it anyway. No performance dive is to be expected. We are all Wonderbolts! Every Wonderbolt that gives two bits about themselves can fly while sloshing around with some sperm, no problem!” Rainbow Dash boasted with her chest puffed out.
The other Wonderbolts looked around at each other watching the spectacle, but they seemed to murmur in agreement. They could fly perfectly no matter how distracted they were. You had to be the best of the best to get into them in the first place.
Was Spitfire about to question their flying abilities?
The yellow mare didn’t like how this was turning out. She did expect them to push back, but that they actively pulled the rest of the team into it, intentionally or not, was putting her in a precarious position.
“I doubt that it is that easy. And I am not questioning anyone’s capabilities here. It is merely that any form of distraction can affect the performance to some degree and it is a risk I am not willing to take as the Captain,” she said, putting her hoof down as she scowled at the perverted duo.
“Well...still sounds like you question it though,” Soarin supplied unhelpfully.
Before Spitfire could scowl any deeper at the two of them the prismatic mare lifted a hoof.
“What about a bet then to settle this?”
“A bet?” Spitfire asked curiously, raising a brow.
“Yeah, a bet, like if we win you get off our backs and won’t nag us for a year, but if we lose we will be celi...cileb...uh..celeb…?”
“Celibate?” Soarin suggested and Rainbow nodded frantically pointing a wing at him.
“Celibate! That is the word! We will be celibate for a whole year!”
Spitfire mulled it over. This was indeed an interesting offer and could ease her mind for quite some time.
Of course there was one thing missing.
“And what is the bet?” she asked, her raspy voice a clear challenge.
Rainbow’s grin spread impossibly wide, not unlike the cheshire cat, making Spitfire for but a moment question to accept it, even before she heard the content of the bet.
“Well…” the cyan mare started, her hips swaying as she rounded on the Captain. “Remember how we didn’t get all the pussies yet? I say if you can outfuck both Soarin and me, then we will acknowledge that you aren’t a prude anymore, along with the celi-thing.”
A groan passed Spitfire’s lips. The fiery maned mare should have seen this coming. They were trying to get into her non-existent pants for a while now and did indeed label her as prude for not giving it a shot until now.
Not that Spitfire was, mind you, she just kept things professional in the team, unlike these two airheads that only thought with what was between their legs.
“...Is that a yes?” Soarin asked, not seeming to read the mood as she was still mulling it over.
It was a temptation. Sure she would have to sacrifice some of her dignity, but this would easily pay off anyway as she was confident in her abilities and endurance.
“I accept, but you best remember your words well.”
Rainbow Dash hoofbumped the air triumphantly, whooping before sheepishly reminding herself of her Captain’s presence.
“N-Now then, let’s get to it!” she said, trying to overplay that moment as Soarin chuckled, both approaching Spitfire and rounding on her, almost like sharks ready to tear into their prey.
“Get to it? We have to get up into my quarters for that,” the mare noted, eying the futa and stallion sceptically.
“No can do!” Rainbow said, pouncing and then squeezing those glorious yellow flanks with her hooves, her cheek rubbing along it as well. “I have been waiting so long for this!”
Despite herself, Spitfire blushed softly. “We are in the presence of other Wonderbolts,” she noted calmly, her eyes flitting over to the mares.
“Eh, we are all adults. Nothing they haven’t seen or experienced already,” Soarin waved off, going over to her front, wrapping a hoof around her neck as he pushed his lips on her own.
His tongue invaded her almost instantly, exploring her mouth and then meeting her own.
Spitfire had to admit that he wasn’t halfway bad, even while she disapproved of these two trying to have their way with her in front of the entire team. It wasn’t something they should do and yet, looking around, there was no pony even protesting this. Then again, the mostly female team had indeed experienced this perversion to no small extent. The Captain knows quite a few instances of orgies. Rainbow and Soarin pretty much have been building their harem with all the members of the team.
But that ends today.
Her gaze turned towards Soarin determined, lips pressing into his more, asserting dominance as her tongue fought his own.
The stallion seemed surprised, but moaned in approval as he accepted the challenge.
A challenge he wasn’t accepting on his own as Rainbow Dash dived into that glorious marehood of their Captain barely a second later, her tongue slathering up the entrance before pushing in. Her appendage was squeezed by the mare's soft velvety walls while Spitfire’s cheeks glowed as she was fighting these sensations.
A mare of control. Both Soaring and Rainbow smirked lightly. This is why they were so excited for this. They wanted to tear this proud mare down and make her into a dumbly drooling slut for them to add to their harem. The fun of reducing her to a cocksock was something that practically made both of their dicks harden almost instantly as they pressed against the tight wonderbolts suit.
It was uncomfortable, so Rainbow unzipped the lower area, letting her dark cyan cock flop free as well as her heavy balls. Mares around them gasped, blushing, no doubt remembering the many times they had been drilled by this mighty tool.
Soarin groaned before pulling his lips from her, his tongue still hanging out while Spitfire grinned in triumph.
“So much for that,” she said in a clear belittling tone, though the blue stallion was not bothered by it as he unzipped his own shaft and balls, eliciting more gasps.
His own tool was a bit thicker than Rainbow’s shaft, though neither of them was something to sneeze at as they both had considerable girth and length. They were their main tools for turning prideful mares into whores after all.
“Don’t worry Spits, I will make sure you will be challenged,” Soarin reassured her which of course wasn’t really reassuring. The yellow mare wasn’t in need of it though as she was quite sure she could handle herself, and even more so these immature fliers.
She was about to tell that to him too, before she felt herself being mounted by Rainbow Dash, who humped her behind. The tip of that long horsecock was stabbing against her cunt, smearing the futa’s precum on it as the prismatic pegasus moaned, seeming more like a needy and eager teenager.
And then Spitfire’s pussy lips parted as it was pierced by it. The mare suppressed a moan as she scowled at Soarin. “I doubt both of you can offer any challenge.”
A round of ‘Ooooooh’s went off among the spectating wonderbolts, clearly interested to see things play out.
Rainbow for one growled at the jab. “We will see about that!” she fired right back before her mouth encompassed Spitfire’s left wing, nibbling on the base before moving along it as she purposefully pressed as many pressure points as she could while she started to thrust into her.
The Captain trembled from the sensations of the steady pounding as well as the stimulation of her sensitive wing areas.
“S-Seems like you have at least a bit of practice Crash!” the fiery-maned mare shot at her teasingly.
A teasing that was quickly put on hold as her face was mounted as well, a fat flared tip poking her lips. Spitfire opened them, not showing any hesitation as she sucked the head in, licking around it skillfully to show that she wasn’t playing around and intent to win this.
Soarin groaned, before his mouth went to her free and by now erectly twitching right wing, giving it the same treatment Rainbow did.
Sandwiched between the two, the Captain did her best to get the stallion off with her oral skills, however he didn’t wait for her to apply them more as he started to move his hips. She felt his prick hammering against the entrance of her throat in no time. Adjusting to the situation, the mare relaxed, making it easier for him to go further. And go further he did.
Her throat invited him in, constricting around his thick length that showed a very clear outline on her neck.
The mares watching them whispered excitedly at this, blushes and dripping marehoods all around the perimeter of the training grounds.
Spitfire’s rear end was in the same situation with that long shaft pounding the entrance of her innermost sanctuary relentlessly.
It made the Captain aware that both of them did have a reason to be cocky. Their cocks were certainly rather pleasurable and long enough to reach as deep as her cervix. And Rainbow wasn’t just happy with being outside her womb as she was fully intending to fuck the inside of it like a true pervert.
The mare was quite aware that she would as that smashing dick was slowly working through her defenses and before long she could feel it breaking through the flexible hole, forcing itself inside.
There was no way Spitfire could hold back her moan which vibrated along Soarin’s hard pole as she felt Rainbow’s futa dick press against the walls of her womb.
An elated whinny escaped the stallion's lips as he increased the pace, his balls smacking against the yellow mare’s chin and smearing it with precum and spit, intent to make a mess on her face.
Her body was pressed together, muzzle scrunching up as they seesawed into her body, grunts and moans coming from all three parties. Intentional or not, there was clear enjoyment around even with them trying to hold the pleasure back.
Rainbow’s balls slapped forward as much as Soarin’s did. They were big and heavy, showing just what a heavy load they were carrying.
Both of their mouths continued to work over Spitfire’s erect wings as well which were twitching erratically, just as ecstasy was building up. The yellow mare tried to hold it back but an orgasm crashed down on her mind, her pussy squirting its hot juices on the futa’s balls who cried out. It was enough to send her over the edge too as gallons of virile jizz pumped into the Captain’s womb, expanding it and making her belly bulge.
“No fair! I wanted to be the first to make her cum!” Soarin whined, only for his futa friend to chuckle.
“Don’t worry. You get to do the next one. This bitch is easy enough for this.”
The blue stallion held her head still and his dick in her throat humming. Spitfire gurgled, pushing against his body to get some air.
“Yeah, but she is still struggling quite a lot. How about you bring in something to bind her?”
“Got it!” Rainbow nodded with an eager grin, zipping away, which also did pull her dick out and made a fountain of her spunk erupt from that used marehood.
Soarin meanwhile made sure to let her breathe again as he waited for his friend to be back.
He didn’t have to wait long.
Rainbow zipped towards them, instantly binding the yellow mares hindlegs and pulling them up. She bound the rope ends against some clouds, making sure they were spread as she dangled upside down.
It had the side effect of pulling Soarin’s shaft out of her throat, making him whinny in protest, seeing as he hadn’t even cum once yet.
“Aw man. Rainbow! Be more careful, I was using that!”
“Yeah, yeah. You wanted to cum inside her other holes anyway, so quit your whining.”
“I can do that later. Want to be the first one to fill her stomach.”
Spitfire in the meantime coughed, glaring up at the stallion while Rainbow pulled her forelegs behind her back and wings, propping the latter up while binding the hooves together.
“I never agreed to you choking me on your dick,” she growled in annoyance behind her tinted glasses.
Soarin rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.
“What can we say? We like to play rough with our mares,” Soarin admitted with a shrug. “And you are not giving up despite that, are you?”
“In your dreams. I will discipline you two.”
“Then shut up and suck my dick,” Soarin growled out dominantly.
The insult shocked Spitfire. Enough so that the blue stallion could grip her ears in his hooves as he stood on his hind legs while pushing the tip of his shaft against her lips again. He walked up to her closer, filling her mouth before starting to thrust.
A muffled sound of protest at his slight against her was all she could produce as she shuddered.
It was strange. She felt a bit aroused by him treating her this roughly. She dismissed it however, seeing how Rainbow’s thrusting from earlier might have affected her.
Speaking of her, she barely noticed that the prismatic pegasus was off again before she came back, seemingly carrying more goods.
Goods Spitfire wasn’t about to see as some black blindfold was strapped over her head.
“Good thinking! Might as well have her concentrate on my taste and musk!” Soarin said with a smirk, his balls slapping up into the mare’s chin, who muffledly voiced a slight protest to being robbed of her eyesight.
“And this is not everything either~” Rainbow teased, making the Captain wonder what else she had, her nostrils flaring as she now could indeed smell the musk of the stallion a lot more clearly than before.
Her thoughts were cut off in an instant when suddenly a hard pole was messily pressing against her ponut. She could feel it prod and push, whinnying at the feeling before a feminine grunt from her assaulter sounded and it plopped right in.
Rainbow wasn’t wasting any time either, as she forced the medial ring in, burying herself balls deep into her ass from above. The yellow mare had the feeling that she was grinning down on her as her hoof kneaded into her right teat.
“Sheesh. You are always claiming almost every hole first,” Soarin muttered, getting a snort from his friend.
“You are just too slow.”
“Hm...what do you think, Spits? You think I am too slow?” he asked, increasing his speed, and making her gag. “I think she doesn’t agree there, Rainbow.”
The pegasus laughed, upping her own game.
“This prude pussy of course would say that. Too bad she went with the bet, so she has no say whatsoever. By the end of this, she will be screaming our names. But before that, we should play around some more. Might as well use these~”
Spitfire had no time to wonder as she felt something snap down on one of her crotchboob nipple, followed by the other. It was a clear pinch that made her body twist and turn with pain as much as pleasure.
“Clamps always work wonders for disobedient little sluts~”
“Think she is a masochist? Wouldn’t be surprised. The most prude and strict mares normally end up as the biggest whores. Something to do with them enjoying not being in charge,” Soarin mused, while Spitfire wanted to feel rather indignant about it.
At least until she suddenly came from the clamps as well as having her anal walls and gullet fucked.
A muffled squeal ran along Soarin’s shaft, causing him to have his first high of the day as well. A whinny escaped his lips as he hilted, his nutsack grinding against the once so dignified mare. Or at least it was a dignity she was losing fast.
Spurt after spurt of his heavy hot load was shot down into her stomach, causing a slight bulge to appear, before the stallion pulled out, making her gasp loudly as he blasted her face. Ropes of sperm coated her immaculate fur, making Soarin chuckle.
“Enjoying yourself that much slut~?” he asked and Spitfire blushed cutely. Something that seemed to be a very stark contrast to her usually so harsh demeanor.
“I-I am not!” she answered a little too quickly, drawing giggles from the cloud.
“Guess she is a mare just like us after all.”
“Wow… Maybe I shouldn’t be that surprised.”
“To be fair, it is hard to withstand these two.”
“There is no shame in losing.”
These and more could be heard from her fellow Wonderbolts, making Spitfire more self-conscious about her current state, albeit it was something she tried to push away. Tried to regain her strong front, even as her pussy winked in clear enjoyment with her wings spread out in a clear wing boner.
A wing boner Soarin was going to abuse.
He let his dick wander over the soft feathers, smirking blissfully as they played across his sensitive shaft, while leaving a white streak on it as he wiped it clean.
Her wing twitched at the teasing hot sensations, the mare shuddering as Rainbow continued to plow her ass wide open. An ass that was loosening up slowly, just like her pussy did.
Soarin took to the sky, positioning himself and his still rock-hard prick above her, angling down so it was pointed at her winking and tainted marehood.
“Careful there Soarin. Don’t want our balls to touch!” Rainbow warned as the stallion chuckled.
“Rainbow, you are a mare. I don’t think anyone would think of us as gay for something like that,” he pointed out good-humoredly as his tip squished against Spitfire’s entrance.
It sunk into her a mere second later, forcing another moan from the Captain. A moan that spurred Soarin on as much as his rainbow-maned team mate to not go easy on her.
And neither of them did.
Both of their hips smacked with loud wet noises into the strict mare’s behind, plunging into her wet orifices as deep as they could, before pulling back up, their medial rings wandering and scraping along Spitfire’s sensitive walls each turn.
Her moans turned into squeals quickly, as not much could be done by her to stop them. And even with those loud noises escaping her, she could still hear all the mares around her, noticing just how openly she was stared at by the entire team, making her head blush even redder.
“S-Slow down you two!” she squeaked out, though the futa mare just laughed.
“Fuck that! You went and took that bet, so you best enjoy the consequences now bitch!”
Spitfire felt her pussy quiver at that insult. Yet again, a strange scenario and feeling as Soarin moaned.
“Oooooh! Mare got tighter after you called her a bitch! I think we have a little humiliation slut here!” Soarin called out, peaking the cyan pegasus’s interest.
“Really now?” she asked with a smirk, hooves pulling on the nipple clamps. “Do we have a pathetic needy slut here? A good little bitch in heat?” she asked as her nipples stretched from the pulling, making the Captain whinny as her holes tightened.
“N-No,” she answered in a shameful and now confidence eroding voice. One could hear the doubts in her voice.
“How about another game then? We let all the mares here spit on your face. And every time you tighten up, you have to call yourself a dumb whore. It is the only chance to prove you are still a respectable mare~” Rainbow teased before another loud cry erupted from the yellow mare as she came, her body trembling with these blissful sensations.
It took her a moment to get somewhat back down from it, even with her holes squelching lewdly with every new thrust.
“D-Deal! I-I will prove it to you all!” she hastily stammered out, biting her lip as she at least tried to muffle her orgasmic cries of approval now while trying to save her dignity.
Her mind couldn’t help but imagine her failing miserably and being the laughing stock of the entire team. Just another dumb slut for these two studs. No. The lowest of all the sluts in the entire team.
If she wasn’t already dripping, she might as well have started now with how this heightened her arousal.
It made her question her authority. Wondering if these two were actually right. A feeling she instantly tried to squash again, but still remained as Rainbow leaned down and snatched the blindfold from her head, while Soarin hollered to the crowd.
“You heard it ladies! Get in line and spit on that adorable little face of hers~ Work out your frustrations! Who knows when you can do it again!”
The fiery mare blinked her eyes as she took in her surroundings, right as the blue stallion had made the exclamation. Spitfire was surprised to see quite a few ears perk up as it seemed that every single mare was taking him up on the offer.
Before she could even adjust, the first wad of spit hit her cheek.
“Fucking drill sergeant,” was the accompanied insult of her team mate, who grinned wolfishly down at her. Her holes clamped down on instinct, making Soarin laugh.
“1:0 for us it seems!”
That exclamation seemed to make any troubles vanish as even the mares with slight doubts seemed to have gotten more eager. If she enjoys it after all, why not have some fun with it?
“I-I’m a dumb whore,” the Captain meanwhile muttered shamefully as she had lost the first round in an instant. And the other mares weren’t about to give her a break either.
A new mare hocked a loogie right between her eyes.
“Prude bitch!”
Spit hung from her snout.
“I-I’m...a dumb whore...”
“Needy cunt!”
Then from her right ear.
“D-Dumb whore…”
“Get bent Spits! This is where spoilsports like you belong!”
Then right under her left eye.
“I’m a dumb whore…”
“Fucking degenerate slut!”
And each time her pussy and ass clamped down in perverted need. Just as if she was a degenerate whore.
“I’M A DUMB WHORE!” she exclaimed much louder.
“Is she smiling?” the next mare in line voiced in surprise. Not as much surprise as Spitfire felt as she found out there was indeed a light grin on her muzzle.
The wonderbolt in front of her grinned in turn, spitting on her and hitting her mane.
“Enjoy the present slut~ You are one of us now~”
“One of us? I think she is lower!” another mare in the queue called, causing a round of giggles to go around.
“Look at her go! This slut just came!” another mare chimed in as their Captain’s pussy squirted, juices running down the mare’s body and staining her once so pristine uniform as she was hanging upside down.
And it wouldn’t be the only time either.
This continued. The wet sound of their lovemaking as well as the labels that were attached to the once so proud Captain building up a clear perverted cacophony of her demise.
By the time her friend Fleetfoot managed to get to her, her face as well as her wings were dripping with spit.
The blue mare smiled at her dazed friend. Spitfire’s tongue was hanging out, drooling, as her eyes were slowly rolling up in her head. Climax after climax had been crushing down on her this whole time.
Her uniform ruined as much as her body. Ass and pussy spread out wide and would no doubt gape, just like it happened with any other mare as Rainbow and Soarin worked to get themselves off.
It wasn’t even about the bet anymore as anyone could see that they had already won.
Fleetfoot couldn’t help but blush heavily at the degradation and humiliation the fiery mare had to endure.
“This look suits you,” she suddenly voiced, making Spitfire look up as a new wave of embarrassment washed over her, making her pussy wink lewdly as Soarin never ceased to stuff it.
“You know...Once this is over, let’s double team them later. I always wanted to get my brains fucked out alongside you. And now that you are off from your high horse we can finally get to it. I will be excited to see how we get fucked up together in the future,” she noted before pressing her lips to Spitfire’s stained ones. A tongue swiped inside her muzzle, gathering some leftover spunk to taste before pulling back.
Fleetfoot giggled as a string of drool connected them before turning around. Her tail playfully swiped at Spitfire’s face as she could smell her arousal.
“Damn. You know Rainbow, I won’t say no to that. How about it? You take Spits and I take Fleetfoot?” Soarin asked as his futa friend grunted.
“You are on. Gotta make sure we broke this bitch in correctly first though. Speaking of which,” she said, her hoof gripping Spitfire’s mane and pulling it up so she was facing the team. “How about you tell everypony here what a pathetic cockloving slut you are~ After that we will allow you to cum again and cream your needy little holes~” Rainbow accentuated that statement with a hard thrust, her dick reaching deep inside her anal walls.
A noisy cry made Spitfire’s body quiver, almost orgasming again as she felt herself losing it.
She wanted to deny that. At least some logical part of her brain wanted to. But not her body. Her body was alight with sensations it didn’t want to miss. Wanting to feel more and get treated more poorly. Being put in her place with no worries about her authority was more pleasant than she ever thought it could be. And while it left her reputation in shambles among the team, she delighted in this very fact. She was already ruined. Already a dumb whore. Why hold back? Why waste any more silly thoughts on dignity?
She couldn’t. A shaky smile spread on her face.
“I-I’m a stupid needy cunt. I-I need some fat dicks to put me in my place. J-Just a pathetic mare that should know better than to fight against superior cock. S-So I surrender. Y-You can fuck any mare as hard as you want, whenever your want. Your fans, your team mates. Anypony. Without exception. M-Myself included! P-Please cum inside me! D-Drive me crazy! M-Make me squeal more l-like an undignified pig! S-Show me how much I deserve this!” Spitfire practically begged, giving in fully. She could feel the hard rods pulsing inside her in approval of her message and she had no doubt both Soarin and Rainbow had wide cheshire grins on their faces.
“As you wish. Let’s finish this bitch Soarin!”
“Right behind you!”
Their pace increased. The yellow mare’s entire body was being rocked by the intensity of their plunges into her soaking wet orifices. Hearts formed in her eyes, tongue drooling as she squealed.
“AAAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHH!” she squealed loudly and with no dignity left. Discarded in the pursuit of pleasure.
Wave after wave of pleasure crashed down in her brain, and never did Spitfire feel so fulfilled in her entire life. As if she had just found her true meaning in life, instead of what her cutie mark suggested to her.
And just before her suitors even came, she already felt the next high approaching. Luckily she wouldn’t have to wait for long until they were pushing her over the edge again.
As the wet slaps echoed around and reached their crescendo, so did both the futa mare and the stallion, groaning and grunting as they pushed themselves over the edge.
They hilted, both dicks going as deep as they could into her before finally releasing their payload once more. Volleys of slimy cum was pushed into her already defiled womb and her ass, making sure to not leave any of her insides pure. They were tainting her thoroughly.
Spitfire screamed again, her body arching as the blissful perverted sensations drove her into her own orgasm just a second later. Her brain felt as if it was fried by these sensations, in the best of ways.
Her body twitched and tensed with her eyes rolling up into the back of her head and then after all of the cum was dumped into her and she felt the pillars of flesh getting pulled out of her loosened holes, did she go limb. Hanging there from the clouds, totally spent.
With belly bulged, it came as no surprise that some of the semen spurted out of her as both massive dicks pulled back. She could feel the hot cum running down her body in rivulets, just like her marecum earlier.
It only enhanced the perverted picture as she felt the two leave her hanging there while her uniform got ruined with white cum stains now as well.
“I am spent. Think I will relax a bit before teaming her and Fleetfoot,” Soarin noted, stretching his legs on the ground.
“Heh. You need more endurance then, though I think I will take a nap too. Yo, Spit’s. We will come for your slutty ass later. Just wait here for us until then~”
She barely noticed them walk off as she just hung there. Not like she had the energy to free herself of her predicament right now, so she just nodded.
There was no care placed for her which was a nice feeling. She could handle herself. And if she was honest with herself, she found it arousing how they just left her here with everyone able to ogle her ruined body and stretched holes.
She simply relaxed, letting herself get some rest as well as she was looking forward to what was to come. Her mind flitted to her friend Fleetfoot as she licked her lips with a smile.
There was no denying it. She was their bitch now, just as much as Fleetfoot and the rest of the team. And she would make sure she was the best bitch she could be. It was a strangely comforting thought in her loss as she was aware how much future fun it would spawn. For now she would eagerly await their return, so she could experience their shafts again and serve them as their good little toy.
