Hivemind Control

The great thing about cocks was that they came in all variety of shapes, sizes and colours. Sometimes, they matched the colour of the stallion's coat, acting as an extension of his body. Other times, they were their own colour, acting as a point of contrast against the stallion's belly. Others still were multi-tonal, either with a mild gradient or a straight line, often around the medial ridge.

And that was just colour. There was so much variety to be found in the shape. Certainly, stallions judged each other based on length, whereas mares were more concerned with the girth, but nopony ever talked openly about the curvature. Some were tapered down to the tip, usually considered slender, others became wider in the middle. Some curved up, some curved down, and most of them were twisted a small turn to the left.

Then there was something that most ponies didn't have a wide interpretation of. Only those who had actively sought out a wide array had an appreciation for the taste. While many would call out the taste of the semen, each cock had its own flavour independent of what came out of it. The base flavour was a very rich taste, with a slightly salty finish, but depending on activity, soap use, and any damages to the skin, the more subtle distinctions would shine through. Bitter spots where there used to be blemishes, spicy spots where there were friction burns, and a practised tongue could even tell you what kind of herbal soap the stallion used to wash his genitals.

All of this was to say that Cadance was absolutely certain that she knew how Dip would perform this afternoon. He had the core strength, the stamina, and a quick shower and meal after his workout would have him refreshed and rejuvenated enough for a romp. She felt a little bit guilty about stealing her Aunt's toy, but she had a good reason in mind. If Celestia could share with her, she would have no problem sharing with Luna.

As soon as Dip stepped off the treadmill, Cadance let go of the resistance machine, letting the tension bars retract. "That certainly was something to behold," she smiled, swatting his flank. "You remind me of this one athlete from a few years ago. He was a swimmer, too. He taught me a few things about swimming, though not enough to pass his class."

"A shame you failed. Nopony likes retaking courses."

"Who says I had to retake the course?" she chuckled. "I didn't fail the course, I just had to find a less conventional way to convince him to let me through."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. I just let him cum on my breasts."

The whole room suddenly fell silent and all eyes fell on the duo. A fair few of the guards were fully aware of Cadance's proclivities and fun-loving side, but none of them had been expecting her to just come out and say something so lewd out in the open.

Dip swallowed hard as he turned around. "And then you reported him, right?"

"Why would I do that?" asked Cadance, walking right past him. "We had an agreement. I would let him fire a hot load of jizz on my tits, and he would sign my completion paperwork. I had what I wanted, he had what he wanted, and there was nothing more to it."

"But what if he took advantage of another mare?" reasoned Dip. "You could be held accountable."

"What happened between he and I was legal, consensual, enjoyable and entirely my idea," noted Cadance. "With the exception of not being a proficient swimmer at the time, a fact which has changed since, it was all on the up-and-up. If he has taken advantage of a mare, she should come forward and say so. I'm not going to pretend that everypony should do what I did. But I will not condemn them just for that. Now come along, you smell like perspiration."

Cadance led Dip to the shower room attached to the gym. There was only one. While Equestria had both mare and stallion soldiers, they were typically stationed at different locations unless they had requested otherwise and been similarly approved by the fort commander or relevant authority. This would prevent mares and stallions from needing separate showers, separate barracks, and all manner of other things. Not needing to build more rooms with more fixtures meant the forts could be just as effective at a smaller size. That's why it was a shock to some of the soldiers that Cadance had entered. Given that it was Cadance, they weren't too shocked, but it was still a surprise.

"Take this," commanded Cadance, giving Dip a bar of soap. "It's honey and clove scented. And flavoured."

Dip looked at the bar. "Why would I eat it? It's soap."

"It's not for you to eat," smirked Cadance. "It's for whoever tastes you next."

"So, Celestia?"

"Perhaps. Perhaps not." Cadance moved under a showerhead and turned on the water, saturating herself before pulling out another bar of soap. "This one's spearmint and lavender. It's a special treat for the next stallion to taste me. Or mare, but probably a stallion."

Dip shrugged and turned on his own showerhead next to her. As he began to lather up, he noticed that she was watching him. "What is it?"

"Just making sure you don't miss anything important," she smirked. "Just make sure you go nice and slow. We don't want to rush things."

Dip just nodded and started soaping up. He started with his head, washing his face and mane and then rinsing to allow him to see the rest of the process. Then his neck and shoulders, then his barrel and front legs. When he reached his hips, he felt a hoof on his thigh. He turned, and noticed Cadance right next to him.

"You were a good boy, going slow for me, but now that I'm done, I can help you finish up here."

"I'm sure it would be no problem," he blushed. "You don't have to trouble yourself."

"No trouble at all," moaned Cadance, wrapping herself around his waist. "I don't at all mind helping you out."

Using a soft rag to absorb a bit of his soap, she began to lather his flank. Rather than simply using her magic, she was very hooves-on, rubbing every muscle, massaging deep into his thighs, quickly running over his tail and ankles, then coming up to rinse.

As Dip moved to turn the water off, she stopped him. "Ah, ah. You missed a spot."

"Really? Where?"

Cadance didn't tell him where. She didn't need to. She just lathered up the rag once more, and after running it twice along his arsehole, she began to scrub his balls.