Chapters "You sure you wanna do this, Mr. Blitz?", the mare sitting across from him asked. "I mean, despite the unorthodox nature of your work, you still get good results."
Rainbow Blitz smiled at the compliment, shifting around slightly in his seat. "I know, I know. But, I just became a full member of the Wonderbolts! Can't juggle both the Weather Team and them, even as Awesome as I am."
The supervisor nodded, before gesturing to the piece of paper in-between them. "Well, in that case, I'll take the resignation form. You just need to clear out your on-site locker and collect any personal effects. Keep in mind that any and all property of the Weather Factory is-"
"I got it, I got it", Blitz said. "Turn in everything that isn't mine."
The mare snorted. "Very well. Have a good day."
"You know I will!", he said, sliding out of the chair and turning to the door in one fluid motion.
Blitz pushed open the door, heading down the corridor with a swagger in his step. Sure, he'd miss working with the place, but it helped in that he was now a Wonderbolt! The trade-off was worth it, in his eyes.
Soon, he arrived at the employee locker room. A line of lockers ran along each wall, kept in place by bases made of specially-made and enchanted clouds. They were separated by gaps in the line, signaling the lockers of the various branches of the Equestrian Weather Factory.
After a short walk, he arrived at the Ponyville section. He scanned the brass nameplates on them, looking for his own. Finally, after going through half of the Ponyville team, he found his own; tucked in between those of Thunderlane and Storm Bucker.
He entered the combination, the door opening with a metallic squeak that signaled its infrequent use. Only a few things were inside: a few old sticks of deodorant, his hardhat and coat, a Daring Do book, a few comics, and a spare pair of Goggles.
"Well!", a familiar voice called as he began collecting the papers into a saddlebag. He sighed, before turning his head. Sure enough, it was who he thought it was: his old bully, Barbelle.
The brown mare was walking towards him, shucking off her work coat and hardhat. Beneath the protective white garments, she was wearing a sleeveless hoodie and Jeans, the former decorated with the Cloudsdale sports logo. She smirked, asking, "What, not happy to see me, Ditz?"
"What do you want, Barbelle?", he asked, turning back to the paper objects in his locker.
"Nothing, really", she said. "My locker is across from you, 'member?" Sure enough, she stopped at one of the lockers and began to adjust the combination lock.
"Right", Blitz said. He chose to ignore her, grabbing his other items in the locker.
"So", she asked. "Why are you unloading? It turn out like Flight School?"
That made him pause. "What?"
"You know", she said, adjusting the tie of her messy ponytail. "Like I said before the Young Fliers Competition. Too many rules, not enough nap time?"
"What happened to taking it easy on me? Speaking of the Young Fliers, of course", Blitz said.
"What? Mr. Big Hero can't take a little bad-mouthing?", she asked, snickering.
Rainbow held back a sneer, packing up the last of his stuff. "No, I wasn't kicked out. I got into the Wonderbolts. Can't stay on with the Weather Team and be in the Bolts."
"Huh", Barbelle said. "Well, good for you. Still hope to see you around, Rainbow Ditz!"
Blitz snorted, packing up the rest of his stuff. "Yeah..."
He closed his locker, slinging the jacket over his shoulder and grabbing the hardhat. He shot one last look at her, sticking out his tongue at her. Turning to the exit, he saw her two friends, Nets and Goal, enter the locker room.
"Hi Blitz!", Nets called, waving to him. Goal, still silent as she usually was, still waved at Blitz.
"Hey, Nets", Blitz said, a bit of frustration from Barbelle in his voice. "See ya around."
~
After Rainbow Blitz left, Nets and Goal walked over to Barbelle. "Oh, hey girls", Barbelle said, closing her locker. "Boss approved our off-time, so-"
She was cut off by Nets, who lightly punched her in the shoulder. Not enough to really hurt, but still enough to aggravate her sore arm. "Ow! The hay, Nets!?"
"What'd you do?", Nets asked.
Barbelle shrugged. "Just teased him a bit. Pestered him about Flight School."
"Like, seriously?", Nets asked. Goal shook her head, clearly agreeing with Nets. "He's not gonna agree to this if you're a jerk. Like, OMG!"
"What? He's got thick fur", Barbelle said. "But, I guess you're right. I'll cut it out." She sighed, her tail swishing in annoyance. "Did you two at least get it into his locker?"
Goal nodded. Nets said, "Yeah. Let's just hope he took it with him."
"Well, we'll find out in a few days", Barbelle said. "Well, let's get out of here. If he doesn't show, then I want to enjoy myself."
~
Rainbow Blitz returned to his house, touching down on the cloud porch. He spread out his wings, letting them rest from the long flight. Despite his speed and power in the air, even he still had to give his wings a rest every now and then.
He tossed his saddlebag on the couch, before heading into the kitchen. He opened the fridge, scanning the food around the various shelves. He turned away as he felt a tap on his hoof, spotting Tank tapping at his leg. "Oh. Hey buddy", Blitz said, kneeling down and scratching under his chin. "Miss me?"
The tortoise smiled, his eyes squinting shut at the affection. Blitz stood back up and reached into the fridge. For him, he grabbed an old piece of Pizza. For Tank, he grabbed a small piece of lettuce, which he dropped in the feeding bowl of his long-time pet.
He bit into the pizza, hopping over the back of the couch next to the saddlebag. He opened it up, scanning the items that he had brought back to his house. He tossed the comics onto the coffee table, followed by the Daring Do book. As he took out the goggles, he spotted something he didn't realize he had brought with him.
Taking it out, he saw it was a simple white envelope. He stuck a finger under the edge of the lip, tearing it open and pulling out the contents. The first of the two items was a photograph, showcasing a beachfront house. It was rather nice, with a few lawn chairs on the deck, a hot tub, and the house itself being large and rather nice looking. The second was a letter, which he unfolded and read.
Hey Blitz!
Long time no see, eh? I know we haven't really been the best to you and Fluttershy. I mean, you know all about all of what I mean. Well, we want to try and make it up to you. Goal's folks have a beach house, and it is awesome! Like, it has a hot tub, a bar, and - Sorry, Barbelle said just show the picture. Anyway, we were hoping you would come down in a few days. Again, just to try and make it up to you. You don't show; that's fine. In that case, please send a letter to let us know. Still, hope to see you there!
Nets
P.S. Barbelle here. In case you didn't open it the day you got it, she means the 20th. Also, the address of the house is on the back of the picture. See you there, Rainbow Ditz.
Blitz set down the letter, picking back up and turning over the picture. True to the letter, an address was scrawled in black pen. He looked to the letter, then back to the picture, before laying his head back on the couch. He sighed, muttering, "Huh."
Author's Note
Barbelle - Rule 63 DumbbellNets - Rule 63 HoopsGoal - Rule 63 Score
Not anthro, obviously, but they're the best pictures I could find.
Fluttershy read over the letter again, before lowering it and turning back to Blitz. "Are you going to go meet them?", she asked.
"I don't know", Blitz said, polishing off the offered biscuits. He sat upright on her couch, looking at his longtime friend. "What do you think?"
Fluttershy shrugged, setting the letter down on the coffee table in between them. After reading the letter, Blitz had come over to her place in order to talk with her about the letter. "Well, I mean... I don't know what you plan to do?"
"What?", he asked, before realizing the miscommunication. "No, I mean: what do you think about the situation."
She said, "Oh. Then, maybe they do want to try and make amends?"
"Maybe", he said. "I guess... I know they wanted me to hang out with them after the Young Fliers Competition. But, they didn't really reach out after that or anything. Figured that they were only in it for me being awesome." He smiled, spreading his wings out over the back of the couch. "But, after all this time..."
"Maybe they want...", Fluttershy began, before stopping herself.
Blitz cocked his head at this, asking, "Maybe they want what?"
"Well", Fluttershy began. "It's late spring, almost summer. They're three mares that, I think at least, aren't into other mares. Maybe... they want you to help with Heat."
Despite the drop in volume, Blitz was still able to pick up what she said. "They want me to do what!?", he cried, his wings snapping shut.
"I wasn't saying that", Fluttershy said. "I said maybe."
Blitz considered it, leaning his head back to look at the ceiling. The timing did certainly make a bit of sense, and he certainly wouldn't put it past those three. Still, that was only really a possibility. And... well he didn't know what to think. "Ah, should've asked Lucy."
"Elusive?", Fluttershy asked. "Why him?"
"Cause he knows mares or something", Blitz said, before realizing what he said. "I meant in that kind of sense. Not like, I mean, I-"
"It's fine, Blitz", Fluttershy said. "Still, it's only something you can do. I mean, they didn't really invite me."
"I mean, I guess", Blitz said, before sighing. "Know what, I'll check it out. Worst case scenario and they're just after my cock, I'll leave. Best case, they actually want to make it up to me somehow, and it might be worth it."
~
"That's the place", Blitz muttered as he looked down from a cloud. The picture was accurate to the place; a nice-looking two-story house on a small peninsula. He had gotten directions at the nearby town, and had just arrived. He sighed, standing up and rolling his shoulders. "Let's get this show on the road."
He jumped off the cloud, his wings flaring as he soared down. Just before he hit the ground, he shifted his body, landing hoof-first on the sand near the house. He made his way across the remainder of the beach, before climbing up the stairs onto the deck.
Several deck chairs, along with a few normal ones around a table with an umbrella, dominated most of the deck. Looking past them, he saw a rather nice-looking kitchen behind a closed sliding glass door. Laying on one of the deck chairs was Nets, her wings spread out as she soaked in the sun. She shifted slightly, her two-piece tugging in certain places to draw his attention.
His attention was torn away from her by the sliding glass door opening. Goal used her hoof to close the door, her hands occupied by a bowl of sliced watermelon. The noise also drew Nets attention, who opened her eyes and spotted Blitz.
"Oh, hey!", she called. She stood up, coming over to him and offering a hand. Blitz took it, giving her a reluctant shake. "Barbelle honestly wasn't expecting you to show."
"Well, I'm here", he said. "Where is she, anyway?"
Goal set the watermelon down and pointed at the waterline. Blitz turned his head in that direction, scanning the water among the lapping waves. Finally, as one of the bigger ones began to crest, he spotted a brown, blonde, and red shape among the dark blue of the ocean. Said shape soon disappeared beneath the water, before washing up on the shore like a piece of seaweed.
"She's been trying surfing the past few times we came here", Nets explained. "Hasn't gotten much better, like, at all. But, she's stubborn when it comes to this kind of stuff."
"No kidding", Blitz said. "So, you three wanted to try and make amends?"
"I mean, yeah", Nets said, rubbing the back of her head. "We were jerks, and we're sorry about it. Like Barbelle said at the Young Fliers."
"Yeah, well. She has an interesting way of showing it", Blitz said, watching the mare head back towards the house with the surfboard tucked under her arm.
"Yeah, Belle plays hard to get", Nets said, Goal nodding in agreement.
Blitz turned back to the two mares, a quizzical look on his face. "What?"
"Nothing", Nets said quickly. "Anyway, watermelon?"
Blitz shrugged, grabbing a piece from the bowl. He took a big bite, turning to Barbelle as she climbed up the stairs onto the deck. Unlike the other two mares, who were in two-piece bikinis, she wore a tight one-piece, the red spandex contrasting against her dark brown fur. She said, "Hey, Ditz."
"My point exactly, Nets", Blitz said, pointing the half-eaten watermelon at Barbelle as she leaned against the table.
Nets tossed aside a rine, and said to Barbelle, "He's right, you know. You can cut it out being so mean."
"Is it that big of a thing?", Barbelle asked. "I mean-"
"Yes", Blitz said.
Nets said, "Evidently, it totes is."
Goal nodded, before eating another piece of Watermelon.
Barbelle sighed, throwing up her hands and spreading her wings. "Alright. I'll stop doing it. Making amends and all that jazz."
"That's really why I'm here?", Blitz asked, cocking an eyebrow. "No other reason?"
"I think I'd know", Barbelle said. "It was my idea."
"Yours?", Blitz asked. He hadn't expected that."
"Yeah", she said. "I asked if you wanted to hang out after the Young Fliers a few years ago. Kinda slipped my mind to bring it up again, 'specially since we really don't cross paths. Well, figured it'd be a decent idea, now that you're a Bolt."
"Oh yeah!", Nets said. "Congrats."
"Thanks", Blitz said, his suspicion fading. It looked like they were telling the truth; he wasn't Applejack, but he still was able to pick up when ponies were lying decently well. And he didn't pick up any of the super obvious scent that accompanied a mare in heat. "So, what now?"
"There's another board in the storeroom", Barbelle said. "Care to join me on the waves?"
Blitz smiled. "Sure, why not?" He peeled off his shirt, tossing it onto a spare deck chair. As he looked up, he noticed all three mares were eyeing him. Instantly, that suspicion was back. "Something wrong?"
"Nothing", Barbelle said, a faint yet somewhat obvious blush gracing her cheeks.
Nets said, "Except that you are, like, super hot."
"Uh... thanks?", he said.
"Ignore her", Barbelle said. "Come on, let's see how well you do out of the air."
~
A few hours later, and the earlier concern about their motives had faded. He and Barbelle had spent the better part of most of it wiping out over and over again while Nets and Goal watched and sunbathed. After a bit, they had come back and, after drying off, played cards for a bit. Blitz had suggested the hot tub, but Barbelle quickly said that the heater for it was broken. So, they had just stuck to cards and a few small ball games.
"Well, that was fun. But, I probably should be going", Blitz said, pointing to the sun, which had just begun its descent below the horizon.
"Sure", Nets said. "I put your shirt inside."
Blitz nodded, heading in through the door. The inside was just as nice as the outside of the house, with a few paintings or framed photos of Goal and her family hanging on the walls. His shirt had been laid over the big couch in the center of the living room, which he slid back over himself. As he headed back to the door, he heard the three of them talking through the door; well, Barbelle and Nets.
"Look, he's leaving", Nets said. "Plus, he's sorta a friend now. Maybe you'll get another shot."
Barbelle made a low growl, and said, "No. He's here; I might as well try, right? Besides, you two agreed to this plan."
"What plan?", Blitz asked, opening the sliding door. All three of them turned to him, all three now sporting blushes. The deck chairs had been completely lowered and placed together and a few beach towels laid over them, forming a makeshift king-sized bed. Most surprisingly, however, was Barbelle, who had her hand buried in her swimsuit, right where her... well, her snatch would be.
"Well", Barbelle said. She removed her hand, which Blitz noted was slightly slick with some kind of fluid, and rubbed it on her leg. "I... I guess you can figure out that making amends wasn't the only reason we invited you."
"Are you three in heat?", he asked, wanting to put his first theory to the test.
"What!? No!", Barbelle said.
Nets said, "Well, Belle is."
"Shut up, Nets!", Barbelle snapped.
"Yeah, I'm not staying here to be your piece of meat", Blitz said, spreading his wings. "I'll see you around."
"Wait", Barbelle said. "It's not like that. I..."
"Barbie has a crush!", Nets said in a sing-song voice, slinging her wing around the other mares shoulder.
"Oh, shut it", Barbelle said. "You do too. And you too, Goal!"
"Wait, what", Blitz said, returning their attention to him. "When did this happen?"
Barbelle said, "Young Fliers. The Rainboom. Saving that unicorn-"
"Elusive", Blitz asked.
Goal nodded. Barbelle said, "Yeah, him. Anyway, it sorta... grew from there. Nets here managed to convince Goal to fool around during heat to at least abate the symptoms, but that left me with nothing but a dildo. The subject of a decent colt for a one-night stand came up, and it shifted to you. Then, well..."
"You know the rest", Nets said.
Barbelle said, "Yeah."
Blitz stood there, taking a moment to process the information they had given him. He looked the three of them over, as well as reviewing the day in his head. He had to admit, now that they weren't bullying him and Fluttershy, he had to admit, they weren't that bad. Plus, them looking good didn't hurt. "So, what? You'd try to get with me?"
"I took a contraceptive earlier", Barbelle. "So... kinda."
Blitz sighed, before he said, "Alright."
"Really", Barbelle asked, a mix of worry and excitement in her voice.
"I mean, today was really cool", he said. "I think I can get used to hanging out around you. You three aren't the worst-looking mares out there. Plus, well... you did give me a run for my money when we were younger."
"Alright!", Nets said, undoing her top and letting it fall. Her breasts sagged a little bit, however retained most of their perkiness. The tan nipples stood up to almost the same degree, bouncing up and down as she went towards him with a slight sway to her hips. "Let's get to-"
"Woah, Woah, Woah", Barbelle said. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Getting this party started!", Nets said.
Barbelle crossed her arms, asking, "And who says you get a shot? You have Goal, and-"
"Just because we fool around sometimes doesn't mean I don't also have a crush on Blitz", Nets said. "I still want a turn. Right, Goal?" The other mare nodded, her wings lifted up to make her look taller.
"Yeah, well I'm already in heat", Barbelle said. "Just 'cause I used suppressants and whatnot doesn't mean I'm not burning up."
"Girls, girls", Blitz said. When all three eyes were back on him, he pulled off his shirt with his arms, while at the same time yanking down his swim trunks with his wings. He stood before them stark naked, his muscular upper body on full display to them. His wings and legs didn't lack any of it as well, thickly corded and compacted. What drew most of their attention, however, was his cock.
The organ emerged from its sheath, growing in response to the bare breasts and the now noticeable smell of estrus. The massive rod soon stood completely erect, a pillar of masculinity that made it hard to focus on anything else. Just below it, his balls swelled slightly at the prepared organ, increasing their already decent size. Blitz noticed their attention on his cock, and couldn't help but smile.
"There's enough of the Blitz for everypony!"
Author's Note
Well, here it is. The moment you've all been waiting for. Keep in mind, this is my first time doing this, so no guarantee that it'll be any good.
Anyway; enjoy the show.
Satisfaction
"Well alright!", Nets said, her attention returning to Blitz's face. "Now, about-"
"I am still going first!", Barbelle barked. "Like I said, you have Goal."
"Look", Blitz said. "How about I choose? It's my cock, I get to decide, right?"
Nets shrugged, while Barbelle pouted but nodded. Blitz scanned the three mares, a smirk on his face. He couldn't help but linger for a few minutes on Nets exposed breasts, before his eyes finally fell on Goal. The quiet mare flashed him a slight smirk, and he returned it. "How 'bout you, Goal?"
"What!?", Barbelle shrieked, her eyes bugging out slightly. "B-but I-"
"Consider it payback for calling me Ditz as long as you did", Rainbow Blitz said, returning his gaze to Goal. "So... you down?"
Goal didn't even blink when he said that. She reached around her back, undoing her bikini top and letting it fall. Her hands shot down in one motion, pushing her bottoms down to her legs. The short mare stepped out of them, stark naked as she approached him. She leaned up on her hooves a bit, coming up just to his muzzle. It was enough for the both of them, however, as she was in the right position to deliver a kiss to him. He returned it, angling his head down to better accept her embrace. He reached down, grabbing her hips and bringing her in deeply.
Barbelle whined, watching as Blitz made out with one of her best friends. Despite that, she couldn't turn away, the erotic display both turning her on and making her somewhat suppressed heat coming back to the forefront.
Blitz broke off the kiss as he felt the tip of his cock touch the slick outside of Goals snatch. The mare smiled up at him, before flicking her head at the collection of deck chairs behind them. Blitz said, "Alright. Let's do this." He led her down onto one of the chairs, holding her by the shoulders as she positioned herself on her back. He took his own position, the tip of his cock poised over her moist cunt. He placed one hand next to her head, while the other found a firm grasp of her breast, the flesh deforming beneath his powerful grip. Her breath hitched at the contact, her wings shifting slightly as he slowly curled and un-curled his fingers around the orb. Finally, deciding enough was enough, he lowered his hips.
The tip of his cock easily parted her lower lips, spreading her love tunnel as he pushed deeper and deeper. She let out some of her first sounds of the day; soft, pleasure-filled moans that only spurred him on further. Finally, after he was about half-way in, he decided enough was enough with going slow. After all, he was THE Rainbow Blitz! He arced his hips back up, before diving back in. This was met with another moan, then another and another as he proceeded to repeat the process with ever-increasing speed. He moved his hand from one breast to the other, massaging the soft flesh even as he plunged into his depths.
Barbelle scowled, yet still couldn't seem to do anything in regards to the scene in front of her. She was finally torn away from her crush fucking her friend when she felt something enter her own marehood. Her head darting to the side, she saw Nets had slipped her hand beneath her one-piece. The other mare had her other hand down her own bikini, rubbing both of their clits simultaneously. Barbelle opened her mouth to speak, only to be cut off as the feelings of Nets soft hands rubbing along her most sacred spots.
"You, like, really enjoy that for somepony who said they're 'Straight as a barbell'", Nets said.
Barbelle finally regained her composure, snarling, "I am! The buck are you doing!?"
"Looked uncomfortable", Nets said. "Figured you could use a distraction."
Barbelle scowled, jerking away. Her eyes briefly returned to Blitz and Goal. From her new position, she could only really see the legs of Goal, so hidden behind Blitz. Well, that wasn't true; she had a good view of where the two were connected. Her temporarily sated lust returned as she watched that massive, dark blue cock pound into Goal's quivering cunt. She also got an amazing view of Blitz's ass, which would've been enough of a turn-on.
She turned back to Nets, who had sat down on one of the free chairs. She still had a hand in her panties, the motions indicating that she was still pleasuring herself. Her now free hand drifted up to her exposed breasts, fondling the mass as she now ignored Barbelle in favor of Blitz and Goal.
The two were going at it, Blitz continuing to drive into her as he began to let out a few moans himself. Goal, meanwhile, was truly enjoying herself. She reached up, grabbing the back of his head as she leaned up into another kiss. This only gave him better access to her tits, which he continued to rub and deform with near reckless abandon. Barbelle, still unable to turn away, silently slipped her hand back into her one-piece, rubbing her own clit in slow circles, and rewarding herself for it with small moans.
Goals soft moans slowly grew, albeit only a bit. After a bit more, she felt a powerful spasm working its way up from the deepest parts of her nethers. Soon, it came gushing out, a powerful tidal wave of pleasure arcing up her spine and across her lower regions. A wave of fluids leaked from her marehood, the reward for Blitz's pleasuring. The stallion didn't stop, however, continuing to thrust in with earnest as the rising tide of his own coming orgasm emerging. Finally, with a powerful final thrust, he buried deep within her as his cock exploded. A torrent of his seed flowed down her love canal, stopped only by the sheer amount preventing further access.
He pulled out of her, a small geyser of their mixed spunk coating the dark grey fur of her nethers. He rolled onto his back, a dopey smile on his face. "That was... Awesome!", he yelled, putting his hands behind him in order to sit up. "Now, who's-Oh, buck!"
He was cut off by Barbelle springing forward, desperation pounding in her head like a drum. She wrapped her mouth around his flaccid cock, her tongue going to work instantly. Said tongue wrapped around as much of his cock as she could manage, whipping and coiling around it like a serpent. Blitz leaned his head back and gave a hiss of pleasure, giving a sideways glance down at Barbelle. He couldn't help but smirk at her pleasing his shaft.
She didn't notice, too focused on returning life to the shaft. She brought her full mouth into the process, sucking on the rod of his cock like it were a popsicle. She brought her hands up to his balls, gripping the orbs as if it would aid in bringing her goal to fruition. It appeared to work, however, as the rod began to harden in her mouth. Soon, the full length reached down her throat, an extra few inches she didn't know she had taken in flowing down her throat.
She gagged, backing away as she coughed. When she turned back, however, she was greeted by what could've only been rivaled by the world itself coming to an end. Nets had used the opportunity granted by her gagging to push past her. In one motion, the mare sank fully onto Blitz's newly erect cock, arching her back and spreading her wings at the spreading the shaft gave her. Barbelle whined like a puppy denied a treat, before scowling and getting back to her hooves.
She walked around the two of them, climbing on the opposite side of Goal, who had turned to rubbing her snatch as if trying to force the seed deeper into her. Nets bounced on Blitz's cock, the stallion laying back and letting her cunt rub up and down his shaft. The stallion's only action had been to bring his hands up to grip her breasts, holding the orbs in place as she drove herself onto his cock. Her head lolled back, looking straight up into the Fuschia sky as her bangs bounced as fast as the rest of her.
Barbelle ended up nest to his head, placing a hand on his pecs next to his nipple. "She got a nice cunt, Blitz?"
"Buck yeah!", he said instantly, teasing her nipples as she stopped going so fast, aiming for slow and hard. "She's so bucking tight!"
Barbelle sneered, before throwing her leg over his torso. She righted herself before she sat up on her knees, using the arms still fondling Nets breasts as support. She angled forward a bit, giving Blitz a perfect view of her own slick cunt. "Well, since you can't find out right now", she said, increasing her volume a bit to take a jab at her friend. "You can at least return the favor."
Blitz didn't need to be told twice, as he leaned his head up and drew his tongue along her slit. She moaned, a smile gracing her lips as her long-held need was finally being sated in some proper form. He stuck his tongue out, the sensory organ sticking in slightly and rolling around in her folds. He seemed to take distinct pleasure in delivering slow licks, getting husky moans from her.
Said moans were only exasperated as she felt Nets reach past her wings to cup her tits.
"Gaah!", she gasped, before looking over her shoulder at the cheeky mare. Nets was indeed gripping the exposed breasts, still rolling her hips as her face was twisted in a mask of pleasure. "The buck are you doing?"
"What does it look like?", Nets asked, before giving the orbs in her grasp a squeeze. Nets rolled her hips, picking up speed as a rising sensation began to filter up her body.
Barbelle, meanwhile, moaned. Whether it was from Nets squeezing or Blitz's tongue, she couldn't tell, and she really didn't care. She hissed, barely able to speak, "Fine, you Bi slut. If you're going to fondle my tits, then fondle my... Oh, Celestia's clit!"
She let out a girlish cry as her own cunt spasmed, a spurt of her feminine honey splashing across Blitz's face. He sputtered at the sudden shock, removing his head from Barbelles slit. "Really?", he asked.
"Consider... it... payback", she said, still coming down from her high. "For... fucking me... last."
Speaking of her words, Nets sped up even further. Her own orgasmic cry sounded out as she milked his cock for his seed; a request said body was more than willing to accommodate. His cock sent his seed shooting into her cunt, filling it to the brim in seconds before sending in more which gushed out in the gaps between their bodies. She fell forward, slumping against Barbelles back.
"Finally!", Barbelle cried. She used her wing to push Nets to the side, the mare sliding off of Blitz's cock with a slight spurt of fluids stuffed into her. Barbelle couldn't help but eye it, the anticipation of her own spurt of cum welling up in her. She shuffled back until her depths were positioned over Blitz's cock. As if responding to her presence, the rod once again began to rise to the occasion, soon coming up so just to barely graze her lips. She lowered herself onto it, both sets of her lips parting; one due to the stretching of her lover's and crush's cock, and the other due to her moans of pleasure.
"Oh, sweet Celestia!", she cried, bouncing up and down on Blitz. Her low moans grew as she leaned down on him, the tips of her nipples grazing Blitz's toned muscles. Her thrusts and gyration of her hips along his towering cock made her breasts shake up and down, grazing the sensitive nipples along the hard-packed pecs. She brought her hands up, rubbing them along his shoulders and arms, fondling the muscles as she smiled to herself.
Blitz rolled his head back, his eyes clenched shut in pleasure. He heard another sound, and rolled his head to the side, his eyes falling on a new erotic sight. Nets and Goal, both of them having had their turn with Blitz, turned to one another. The two of them had wrapped one another in an embrace, their breasts mashing together as they kissed passionately. Nets stuck her wing beneath Goals slit, her feather tips rubbing along the stained slit. Goal returned the action, leaning down and giving Nets a hickey. The two writhed, somewhat experienced, but clearly trying to make up for that with passion and excitement.
His vision was drawn back to Barbelle by the mare, who grabbed his face and jerked it to her. She used that opportunity to lean in even further, slamming her lips into his. His eyes went wide at the sudden action, but he soon accepted and even got into it. She pressed her breasts to his chest, leaning up to him after breaking the kiss. She whispered in his ear, "Oh, I've wanted to do this since the Rainboom. And, now... I get to. I'm going to bucking dominate you. My little... personal... cock-Woah!"
She was caught off-guard when he suddenly pushed against her. The impact sent her rolling back, the cock barely remaining in her, as she fell against the other side of the chairs from him. The cock was suddenly thrust back into her, Barbelle moaning in the sudden shock. Blitz hovered over her, a wicked grin on his face. He leaned in, his grin never faltering, and whispered to her, "My turn, Barbie."
He rolled his hips, his cock nearly leaving the slit, before slamming back in. He grabbed her breasts, using them as handholds to give him better ability to thrust into her. Barbelle, meanwhile, could only moan, almost every part of her body rippling with massive waves of pleasure. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, pleasure nulling her sensations as she only had enough strength to reach up and cup his pecs. Electric sparks raced through her spine and brain, almost making her blackout from the sheer pleasure.
"Coming up, Barbie", Blitz said. "Ready?"
"Nocturne, yes!", Barbelle practically screamed, arching her back so as to give him better access to her breasts. Her own orgasm seemed to be rising, deep pleasure racing across her body. She managed enough power in her almost useless limbs in order to pull his head down, pulling him back into a fierce kiss. She finally felt it come up through her, and her orgasm exploded out. Said orgasm had barely died down when she felt Blitz's cock twitch and shake within her cunt, before a spurt of liquid shooting into her. A final scream of pleasure shot free, before she fell back, Blitz's weight removing from her mostly as he fell to her side.
"Buck", Blitz said, a light-hearted giggle on it.
Nets, having finished with Goal, said, "Yes, you did."
"Shut up, Nets", Barbelle said. She rolled her head over, watching her two other friends scoot over to him. "So, now what?"
"Well", Blitz said. "Between what we did and what you said before it, I have a feeling that we're gonna be more than friends after this."
"Got that right", Barbelle said. "So... arrange a few dates, then work it out from there?"
"Sounds good", Blitz said. "But, in the meantime..." He held out his arms, all three mares picking up on the indication instantly. They clambered in close to him, Barbelle on one side and Goal and Nets on the other. The three leaned close to him, all falling asleep from the exertion with big, dopey smiles on their faces.