Fast on Your Fleet

Seventeen Minutes Earlier…

Crapcrapcrapcrapcraponacufflink! Just imagine how the Captain would think of me now if she found out what just happened!

“So let me get this straight, Lieutenant Fleeetfoot—you bring two ponies on the airship I only let you use for emergencies! And you somehow! Fucked one of them! Again?!”

…Yeah, I’ve had this back-and-forth with the Captin a lot.

But I swear! This time, it's different!

Didn’t even think a suck-up like Suri was going to be… well, that eager to suck up! And the way she just seemed so rarin’ for more… not gonna lie, think it really might be me and not my credit she’s looking to push to the limit!

Still, Photo was right outside this bathroom door and I need to play dumb before she gets suspicious.

So yeah, I let Suri be in the shower—after one last taste of those dusky nipples, shit they’re sweeter than they look—and make my way to the door. Shit, I felt so guilty already; it's making my wings fuzz out. I mean, not over the fucking—you had a body like this, you’d have better ponies to hold it against than just yourself too—but for wasting Photo’s time to do it.

Shit, it’s just… Photo Finish’s so sweet. So dutiful. And at first, I thought it’d be nice to see how far it went, just to rib her, but… I meant every word I said in that kitchen. She’s a master with a camera, and that she wants to get deeper with me of all Wonderbolts ain’t something I wanna pass up.

Well, verbally at least. Much as Spitfire bleats about ‘fraternization’ and ‘hard partying’ and ‘not sticking your pole in everything like it’s an Equestria Games javelin toss’, I know better. Misty Fly likes being spit-roasted so much that Surprise is taking bets on whether she’ll be burping cum bubbles by next month. Thunderlane’s got every mare in Ponyville wrapped around his finger—if not his far bigger appendages—every second he shows up and Big Mac’s buggered off!

And Spitfire? Let’s just say Soarin’s assured me that the first syllable of that name’s painfully inaccurate.

But enough about Captain’s swallowing habit, let’s talk about the humble pie I’ve gotta develop one for. Even now, I keep the plan fresh in my mind, despite myself—greet Photo, find one outfit in the closet to throw on ‘twist’ a hoof getting it off, and whisk her to the kitchen for icing up.

I take another swig of the water bottle I took along with me, solder myself, and whirl in. A click to keep the door shut, and I spin on my hoof to greet Photo…

And the first syllable doesn’t leave my mouth before my sanity takes a hike.

Because Photo is on my bed right now.

Correction; Photo is curled up on my bed like a cat right now.

Know what, elaboration; Photo Finish and no other article of clothing below her glasses is staring expectantly at me while curled up on my bed like a cat right now.

For a second I start blinking, sure I’ve finally lost my marbles. The second I stop that blinking, however, the scene before me remains unaltered, and yet it’s still utterly bizarre. Naked Photo Finish. On my bed. Right now.

“Photo… Okay, um…” Yeah, I have no coherent response for this.

Not like she isn’t stunning, though! I mean Suri had curves for days and a mouth like a vacuum, but Photo… I mean, wow! For starters there has to be some stitcher in Canterlot nursing some sore-ass wrists right now, getting this mare a top that hid those breasts from me for so long. They’re as big as her head, and her pink areolae (that the word?) sharply defined against her blue fur, like bullseyes. Her thighs are less jiggly than Suri’s, but good fuck they frame her heart-shaped ass perfectly. And I don’t know how but those bangs over her eyes are long glow, tucked back into a mane that’s otherwise unclipped and flowing around her shoulders like milk.

No, manna.

Manna from the heavenly body of this snapshot-scoring seductress.

“Well, wait are you waiting for, Madame?” The hell with the irritation in Photo’s voice, I’d shear off one of my wings to hear that title drop off Photo’s tongue in the sexy hitch it did. “We doing this, no?”

Okay, now my sane mind’s catching up for me again. “Photo… but why all of this?” I finally get out.

Is that a hint of a blush on Photo’s cheeks? Maybe this wasn’t as orchestrated as I thought. But she doesn’t let it reach her voice.

“Well, because…” Photo swallows thickly, then continues. “I overheard that this is what gets you to open up. So… here I am.”

“But… I… No way!” Even with that close call with the tissues before, ain’t no fuckin’ way Photo knew about my libidinous urges before today! “L-like, I would never-I mean, there’s no way you’d even-”

It’s then that I notice the slight hints of clouding on Photo’s glasses, drawn to them by the sooty lashes flickering madly behind them. I knew that fogging was not there when I first left for the bathroom. That could… oh no.

That could only come from one thing this airship could have produced.

I slowly aim a shaking figure at the bathroom door. “D-did you see…”

Photo cocks an eyebrow at me, but I see those eyes widen behind her shades. Sweet fuck. She saw me and Suri do it.

“Oh my Celestia…” I groaned, sliding a hand down my face. And feel the towel slacking around my gorgeous tits, threatening to slide right off. But that’s far from my biggest issue now.

And the real biggest issue is not sitting straight up in my bed. “A-and what if I have, mon dieu! I-”

“Seriously first Polomare’s on my nuts and now you?” I don’t even care about the scandalized look the nude photographer shoots my way. “By Celestia, if there’s any pony who doesn’t need to do this-!”

“I am not trying to one-up Suri, curse it!”

That gets another started jolt out of me. “W… what?” I stammer.

“I… do not do this… out of some crazed need for attention or superiority, Fleetfoot.” This time, Photo goes face-to-face with me. “Madame, when I saw how thoroughly Suri was lost in the throes of pleasure, it… reminded me of so much I tried to hide from.” I could see the memories dogged Photo with every twitch of her brow, but she bravely continued on. “I remember how often I was teased and prodded at Maredrid, how often I ignored the papers gushing over your groups’ escapades… all the times I really looked at you, Madame Fleetfoot.”

“Wait, you really… looked at me?” I asked. God, I knew I was a shameless flirt, but I thought it was water off Photo’’s surprisingly curvy back. Did she?

Photo pursed her lips. “Yes, Madame Fleetfoot. You are so… down-to-Equus, your habits can grate, but… there is no doubting the effort you give in everything you do. And I was so incensed at Suri for bringing it up so repetitively, but see how lost she was in you and how… hungrily… you took her…” Oh, that sex, heavy tenor to Photo’s voice has started up again. Be still my beating heart! “I think what I truly hated… was… was…”

I can’t help myself I lean ford on the bed, straining to hear Photo’s words as she cowers before me. It’s so shocking and yet… so cute.

“...wasSuribeingrightokay?” I don’t need to ask her to repeat herself, and the satisfied slump of Photo’s shoulders let me know she appreciates me not pressing it. “So… I wish to see what Suri has seen. To indulge… as she indulged. Unless…” A lump begins its slow journey down Photo’s throat. “I am intruding, Madame?”

In an instant, I take up the Prench mare’s trembling hands. “Not a fuckin’ bit, Photo,” I said, and I almost fall apart seeing the relief shine in her dilating eyes. “I. just… wish I knew of your curiosity earlier.”

It takes an eternity for Photo to respond, it feels. “Really?”

“We get around to that interview, I’ll happily spill to you about the new fetish Dust acquires a week.” Finally, pride is seeping back into my voice, and I can’t help but cock a hip thinking of it. “Swear, I don’t know if she or Dash is spending too much time around the other-whoa!”

This time, it’s Photo’s next move that leaves me bewildered; her fists ball into my towel, almost about to tug it off my body. My dick slips out from under its slackening cocoon, and it’s already hardening as I struggle a bit—but it’s half-hearted, shock instead of shame making me want to take this slow.

“W-wait! Photo!” I get out. “Don’t you think that this is a bit fast-?”

But shit, Photo is not having it. Determination and desire battle fiercely in her eyes, and her mouth is moving a mile a minute. “Even if Suri was not a room away, and even if I was not summoning all my nerve for this, and even if I didn’t need to feel you in me as soon as able…“ Photo stares at me again. “...Do you think I have not seen all of this before, Madame?”

At that point, I stiffen up, almost wanting to concede that point. True, the amount of square inches of clothing I’ve had around Photo has been in single digits.

Then Photo finally gets that towel off me, and I’m treated to the most mouthwatering sight of all—seeing somepony else drool over my ripped body.

Or my massive member, that too. It still startles me that my cock’s almost as thick as the wrist of the mare pumping it now. Every vein, every ring of flesh that Photo’s fingers wrap around, sends electricity bursting into my brain. And seeing Photo’s lips drift closer and closer to its tip, becoming oh so flush with blood and that tell-tale bead of pre-cum…I almost want to moan when they finally connect.

Thankfully, Photo’s as impatient as Suri was. “I do not… believe it,” she whispers, her eyes following a dollop of natural lube at the tip of my ramrod. “Have you always been like this?”

I shrug. “Pretty much. So are most of the Bolts. Save Misty and the Captain.”

Photo’s eyes meet mine, and there’s a hint of mischief bumming behind them. “No, Madame, I… well, yes. I was curious at times what was straining under all the shorts you wore,” she admits. “Alas, right now I am not using my words properly. I mean, has it always been… this thick?”

Before I can beg Photo to say ‘Madame’ in that alluring accent again, her mouth wedges around my cockhead. And suddenly, I’m not begging Photo for much at all—she already fulfilled my dirtiest dreams, with my dick now throbbing in her hot cavern.

“Urrrgggh…” I growl, summoning every shred of strength I have—and I’ve got plenty, natch—to keep my hips still. I thrust into Photo now, worked up as I am, and she’ll be ping-ponging around this room in seconds.

But fu-u-u-ck, it’s so tempting. The fit’s not as tight as Suri’s, but there’s so much drool, so much heat! And Photo's so slow and deliberate… it's definitely a spur-of-the-moment thing for this photographer.

All I have to say is; Photo can take all the time she wants.

Already I can feel the hot load I’ve been holding back for so long come brimming, with sparks of ecstasy flickering behind my every blink like coals. How I came so close with the drilling I gave Suri was something mind-blowing; usually, it takes at least three mares before I’m boarding the Foalbatter Freeway. But seeing how Photo’s cheeks hollow with every slurp, seeing the grit shine in her eyes as she impales herself further and further, and damnit there’s that tightness now!

Yeah, she’s speeding me the rest of the way to that promised land in record time.

Slowly my hips betray me as they move at last. But it’s in slow, deliberate circles, screwdriving my shaft into the saliva-burbling maw of Photo. The shudder in her eyelids, the twitch in her thighs; I can tell that Photo’s enjoying it almost as much as me. For the first time on this trip, though, it feels so… inadequate. I want to make Photo Finish fall apart with that sordid seed budding in her brain! I want her to gasp and gurgle for me, not just around me!

But that sweet release is snatched away from me in a whiff as Photo pulls back. I can see the hints of her black-cherry lipstick, a splotchy ring only bare inches from my medial one. But Photo’s concern sure ain’t over that milestone, it's with the rivers of drool she’d been letting slip. She swipes a finger along it even, looking at it like it was her blood seeping down her chin.

Is she… is she embarrassed by this still?

“Merde,” she finally gets out, her chest heaving all alluringly and shit as she pants. “I did not think… I would be so messy. That…” a hundred different things bud around her tongue, her lip trembling as she stares at my breeding tool.

But I’ve heard enough sad-sacking for a lifetime. Soon, Photo’s tongue is occupied by a different thing; my own, twirling around hers as I kiss her heatedly. She squeaks, and I fall in love with that voice immediately, winding my arms around her to deepen our liplock. Soon, she’s sensually squirming in my grasp. Yeah, that’s right Photo; bend and writhe in my sinewy arms like you can’t get enough. Let me plunder your mouth so thoroughly that my dick jumps in raw need.

It’s almost misery when Photo pulls back, her eyes still locked on me as I stand back up. But I flex, and my abs flutter, letting my apprehensions fly away on a sea of rippling pec-flesh.

Photo sucks in a breath at the sight. “I… do not think you shall need to calm me any further,” she said.

My smirk might cut my face in two now, it’s that damn wide. “Gotcha, Photo..” I reply, patting her head, and letting my fingers toy with her alabaster curls.

Then I fist into that mane just as Photo’s hands journey back to my cock. This time, Photo is somehow less subtle than Suri, as she takes me right down her throat without another word. Yes, even past my medial ring, making it sixteen inches of Fleetfoot fuckstick getting embraced by what feels like a vice of gaping, tight flesh.

And then Photo’s other hand clenches expertly around my fat balls.

Immediately they let loose their cargo, and a growl that’d be better suited for a manticore spills from my mouth. Orgasm hits me like a truck, but I remain rigid and upright, as hot seed bursts right into Photo’s stomach. She gurgles around my girth, and I don’t know if it’s from the shock of my load or her joy at taking it. I just know that I can feel the vibrations of it rocking into my chest, down my limbs, around every vein of my meatpole she’s still orbiting with her tongue.

But I don’t leave it lodged in there long. Clarity’s speeding from my mind fast, but I know I’ll turn Photo into a balloon if I keep cumming into her gullet. And I can’t stand to see that impossibly flat tummy of hers swell out because of my dwindling restraint.

Yet, anyways.

So I pull back, with Ironhoofian effort, and take a hand around the base of my member to aim it proper. Several more strings of burning spunk dance over the photographer’s cheeks, drawing her nipples in goopy white. Then I aim lower, smiling when my last load successfully splatters home in that blue mare’s bullseye of a belly button. The force of it even forces a giggle-snort from Photo’s lips, and despite the scandalized blush that rips across her cheeks soon after, I don’t see her an inch lower for it.

Image-wise. I mean.

In the literal sense, you better believe I’m mapping out every nook of this wonderful lady that I can lavish with kisses and cum alike.

“So…Madame Fleetfoot…” Photo asks, before her tongue flits out to catch several more strands of mare-jizz still on her lower lip. “My closeup was as stunning as expected, yes?”

“Everything I wanted and more.”

I see a flare of relief in Photo’s eyes as she draws her glasses further down her snout. I didn’t think pink could shine fiercer in those irises than it did in those shades.

But today’s proving to be a fuckin’ field of surprises.

“Well… I am glad I could do all this for you.” Photo says. Then she looks at the rest of her sperm-soaked self, half-amazed at how little of her blue fur showed around those thick strings of seed. “Maredrid have mercy, I… do not think that all this was needed though. It’s… so much…”

My ears droop a little. “Oh. Sorry. I tried to avoid the mane, most’a my partners don’t like that no matter how many of Cadence’s… other archives say otherwise.” Seeing the confused look on her face, I scramble for an explanation. “Sorry. Rambling. Long story. Crystal Empire visit. Didn’t know it was a sex ed workshop till…”

“I understand, Madame,” Phooer “Maybe I should elaborate instead.”

“Feel free, Photo.” I sheepishly knot my hands behind my back. “Not as if I can… can…”

All that my mind focuses on is the enticing musk from Photo’s bush as she leans back on the bed. Photo’s legs spread apart, exposing her puffy slit to me. She almost looks at home here, with how her mane fans over the opulent blanket. Almost like it’s one with this mare.

At one with the cum I’ve so generously drenched her with.

“Perhaps you could try again… in a more appropriate stop, non?” Photo offers, her voice as husky as it is hitch-less now. Whatever restraint she has about this, they’re as ruined as the carpet I’m still stuck on.

Not for long, though. “Shoulda started with this in first place…” I purred, crawling over the photographer and letting my concrete-hard cock tap against her clit. One of Photo’s hands even comes to grab my length again, dragging it over her folds, teasing us both.

Photo grits her teeth as she growls, hot breath washing over my face as I steal another kiss from her. This time, my finger dips right into her waiting snatch, rubbing in circles as I feel her pump my dick to its full length. The second I feel Photo arch her legs back, I lean down and dip, thanking my insanely flexible body as I take my first lick of pony pussy today.

And shit is it worth it.

Sunshine, sunshine, bubblegums and cake.

No, that’s what Photo’s delectable center tastes like, get out of my head, Cadance!

I don’t think I’ve met anypony more perverted, I swear.

Course, I might be getting close to that threshold myself, the way Photo moans as I serve her with my tongue. I let my lips ghost along the rim of her slit, messily kissing and slurping as I bask in her wails. It really dead-ass reminds me of bubblegum, right down to how sticky it feels against my cheeks and lips.

But as amazing as it is to draw these purrs and gasps from Photo, I know I can do more. I’ve always prided myself on how unique the sounds I get from other mares are after I log in. Even Suri’s voice is one I’ll never forget; a waxing swell of melodies that even her cunt trembled in reverence of. I wonder what Photo’s wails will be like—as soft and sweet as the inner thigh of hers that I’m laying soft bites upon? Or as tight and hot as the coil of desire crimping in my gut?

I pull back from Photo at last, align my cock right between those petals, and push forward.

“Fleetfoot, d-do not keep me waiting—oh, mes étoiles, yeeessss…”

Fucking the Prench back into Photo’s voice it is. Couldn’t even imagine such a possibility, and yet those trills are making me hot and horny; that’s Photo Finish for ya.

My hips wiggle and thrust immediately—I only have the head in and Photo’s arcing into me like a wanton whore. My arms wrap around her plush thighs, bringing her closer as I wedge more of my prick in her. Shit, I need her to feel my grinding, every time my fingers clench around supple skin. She’s so burning hot to the touch, a different yet equally satisfying contrast to how the shower’s spray stung at me as I’d fucked Suri into incoherence in it.

I can feel that heat lull me, daring me to just stay and luxuriate in the feel of Photo’s velvety insides. She’s gripping at her tits already, her other hand flush at her crotch, feeling how it bulges around my hot shaft. Her head cocks back, a dopey smile creeping on her lips as I adjust. It feels like her tunnel never ends, miles of hot flesh milking me for all I’m worth.

And then I hear that telltale pop of my medial ring finally slipping into her walls. The hardest part of this is over; Photo Finish is now full of me, and the way she’s hugging her rack with one arm like it’s a life buoy tells me she’s overjoyed. The fingers on her other arm moves to feel the life surging in her slit, rustling through the bush at her crotch that even now tickles at my pelvis.

I still remember it tickling on my snout as I ate her out.

Maybe I should do more of that often.

“No time like the present, huh?” I ask.

“Speaking of time…” Photo’s eyes flick concernedly to the bathroom door. “Make haste, ma cherie.”

A tiny spark of thought—faint but ferociously loud—reminds me of the mare who’s likely waiting for me back in the bathroom. Then it’s drowned out by Photo’s next cat-like moan, and my hips are too busy flicking in and out of her to bother with any more complex thought.

Over and over, I piston myself into Photo, and like a master cameramare, she knows just how to work her fingers for the money shot. The hand of hers at her crotch rubs up and down in perfect sync with my thrusts, pleasure flickering across Photo’s snout as she whispers in that sexy Prench for more. Or moi? I can’t tell, it all sounds so thrilling to me.

So is the pendulum-like sway of her tits as I buck rougher into her, her legs jerking and curling deliriously.

“Fleet…foot…please…!” she cries, before we’re lost in another bruising kiss.

With my next growl, I obey Photo’s unspoken wish. Seizing her flanks, I hoist them so her hooves dangle over my shoulders. Then, I drill her so fast my hips are a blur, the plapplapplaps of skin meeting skin and the ripple of her thighs my whole world right now. It’s a very familiar sound and sight—with Suri, most vividly—but Photo doing so much to help me get further in her is about to rival the intensity of that moment in the shower.

This time, though, it’s Photo who’s close to falling off her peak first. Her pussy’s iron-tight now, the smoky stare she’s fixed me with sending my libido past Cloud Ninety-Nine and beyond. Thing is, I’ve cum already. Much as she’s stoking me to a second orgasm, it’s her loins that are gushing and spraying now, a carnal shower that makes my nostrils flare in delight. All my cock’s doing now is stoking her fire, making her draw her knees up to her tits, bring her hands around my head to cling to the dickmare plowing her dry.

“You… you close now… Photo…?” I growl, my hips picking up speed. ”I can feel it…”

And Photo happily answers me. “Ohhh! Yes, Fleet! So much, ma amour don’t stop~”

I don’t plan to, no matter how much my mind nags at me to. Photo’s insiders are too volcanic, way too inviting for me to not bury my fuckstaff into. I’m a Wonderbolt, dammit, satisfying fans like this is my lifeblood!

And I know how good a job I’ve done when Photo’s back rockets off the sweaty covers in one final stroke. Her cry of passion echoes for an instant, before it goes off into a soundless gape as her pussy erupts over my dick. I feel her insides swell with wetness even before they paint my abs and bedspread, in waves of glittering glory I don’t think Rainbow Falls can compare to.

Photo’s orgasm ends far faster than Suri’s, her eyes soon focused on me as my hip thrusts slow to a crawl. But the same can’t be said for my libido, especially when I see how much she glows with the sweat and seed still sticking to her chest. I have to see her bob and sway more under me, in every way I can think of.

And for once, my long-treasured Wonderbolt endurance training kicks in.

Sweeping Photo's legs to the side, I curl in against her, spooning this purring photographer against my front as I let her ride the last waves of orgasm. Then my lips settle along her neck and collarbone, inky marks rising over every wet spot I leave. Photo cries in raw need, still feeling my cock stir between my walls, pressing against my greedy hand as it fondles one of her nipples. I work her like a clay vase, twisting and pinching with hands and teeth alike until I feel her pussy start to grip my cock hard again.

Then my hips roll in deep with newfound purpose.

Photo’s head shoots down, desperate to see the flash of my fucklog flicking in and out of her slit. She even licks one of her hands before driving it to her clit, madly mashing her mound side-to-side as I pound her ruthlessly. Her other hand guides my fingers to her mouth, and she slurps on them too, her gasps and shouts silenced by my digits at both ends of her.

It’s such a perfect picture this Prench mare’s putting together, right here and how.

For a while, I let Photo feel every inch of strength I can muster. It’s exhilarating, feeling the burn creep its way around my fingers, ebbing along my sinewy thighs. Knowing that I have limits, that those close to me are pushing me past them; it’s what drives my ‘insane’ sports and exercise kicks. Whether it’s a young stallion racing their heart out against me to stop my drive to the rim, or a Canterlot cameramare slamming her hips back against my futacock hard enough to crack plaster, I love being at the center of such effort and passion!

“Photo… so fucking hot…!” And I voice my thanks to her for helping so much, before my teeth nibble her ear sensually enough to rip another cry from her.

Then I pull up Photo so she’s sitting on me, impaled on so many inches of dick. My eyes followed the glistening dips and divots of her back. Lo and behold, I musta taught Photo some ESP, because she’s flicking her hips up and down on my shaft without even asking.

Seeing the beads of sweat bounce down her jiggling body is more than enough for me, as I recline and watch this maestra work herself to another orgasm. (See, I know some Prench too! Told you I wasn’t sleeping through all those workshops, Captain!) I don’t know what’ll draw that sparkly sap from Photo’s snatch more: her fingers as they knead at her ass and tits? Her dusky nipples that Photo brings to her mouth every other second to suckle at?

Or my cock, swelling to an unfathomed width seeing this mare squirm and shout my name?

Whatever it is, I want to share this climax with her. And it won't take long; Photo’s voice is coming over louder and clearer. Photo’s hips are vibrating with the need to cum, to slam herself harder on my crotch rocket and ride it to the stars above. Fuck, even my hips join in again, the pond-like ripple of Photo’s rump that that motion stirs up something I’ll never forget in a century.

And those eyes… those hypnotic, rose-colored eyes, burning holes through me hotter than the feeling welling behind my testes. I chase the relish threatening to engulf me whole in Photo’s beautiful eyes, grip her sides tighter than ever as I plow her harder. Her snatch weeps, warps, and widens to take in more of my erection, soon finding that it’s as suffocating a fit as ever. And through it all, I never lose contact with that stare, even while tears sting at my eyes.

They can flicker all around my room, they can widen to dinner plates, I just want them on me when Photo finally cu-

“What is the MEANING of this, Finish!?”

Wait, what?

My eyes snap over to the mare in front of me, details slowly stitching themselves together in my mind. Coral-pink coat, a towel much like mine from which two E-cup beauties were ready to spill from…

Oh no.

And then, her name clicks in my now fear-stricken mind.

OH NO!

“S-SURI?!” I bellow, my libido instantly on vacation as I realize what I failed to do in the… let me check that clock on my dresser… seventeen-minutes I’ve been hilted in Photo Finish.

But at that very moment, as if Tartarus itself wanted to taunt me further, the mare I was still rooted in came in a flurry of Prench curses. Oh, and sticky nectar. Lots of it, too, flowing over my twitching thighs and damp sheets as Photo kept swirling her hips. More contact. As if the Suri Polomare was not standing in incensed shock at her new positioning, right the fuck now.

“Suri, I -ah!- I swear I came in and Photo -gah!- was like this! On my gran’s grave, on -oh shit- on her gran’s, on…” My explanation fails on shuddering lips as I silently beg Photo to stop cumming for one freaking second. Just one, before we’re both out of this airship in the worst way!

But Suri’s eyes stay locked on Photo. The cameramare’s damn sure noticed our new guest now as her release came to an end. Photo’s hands are braced hard enough in the bed sheets to whiten the knuckles as she cranes away from the laser-like glare Suri’s putting through her.

Her lips quiver to deliver an answer too, but Suri beats her to it.

“Photo, you cheap little dick-thief!” Okay, not the insult I thought Suri would go for, but… “Did you have this in mind the whole time you were here, harpy?”

“-Oh! How dare you try that line after you had her up your drains in a shower!” Photo shot back in a way I’d be oohing at if were she not still atop my throbbing cock. “Go on, crétin, try to deny it! Madame Fleetfoot has already exposed you, much as you’re starting to love that lately!”

“Wha-?! You were snooping on us, huh?! Should have expected such perversion from a two-bit Maredrid floozy!”

“And what curb of Manehattan made you such a meat-hungry trollop?!”

“The same one I should have kicked you to the day we first met!”

“I’d like to see you try! Assuming your hoof doesn’t fall off from those shoes you had on!”

“Ha! Mad I’m such a master of fashion, Finished?”

“I am elated that asphyxiation will finish the job your wine-filled liver couldn’t, Surly!”

“Imbecile!”

“Wretch!”

“Horndog!”

“Sewer-mouth!”

Suri’s hand flew over her mouth. Then, down came the boom. “Cock-mongrel!”

Photo’s eyes flashed dangerously. The smile that soon stretched underneath, though, had me getting a cold sweat. “A cock-mongrel, am I?” Then she stared right at me again, like a starving jackal. “Well, Polomare, let me show you how a true icon of media and fashion handles one!”

And then—no fuckin’ lie, this is really what a two-minute volley of insults ended in—Photo pumped her hips up and down on me again. Right on my still impossibly hard cock. She… really was enjoying getting off my mammoth member! Right in front of a mare that she couldn’t shoot enough heat at several minutes ago!

Why the fuck was this getting Photo so wet?

…why the fuck was it getting me so hot?

Folding her arms, Suri waited for Photo to finish. When it became clear that flurry of wails wasn’t gonna let up, though, this Manehattan designer decided to get more physical.

And by that I mean Suri whipped off her towel, her body still sparkling from the spray that the shower and I gave her, and stormed onto the bed.

Right over my head, in fact.

“Suri…”

“I’m already over it, Fleetfoot.” Suri’s voice was crisp and curt, even as her fingers knuckled harshly in my mane. “Now, it’s time you put me over again.” Then, a downright debauched smirk dominated Suri’s face, just before she dragged mine to her soaked clit. “Photo Finish does not get to cum again before I do. Got it?”

Even if I wanted to protest, even if two smoking-hot mares weren’t currently weighing me down, the berry-like aroma of Suri’s pussy was sending me into overdrive. My answer was clear, clearer than the juices still coating Suri’s inner thighs.

“Time I get to work then, Suri.” And I shoot her back an equally feral grin, before I plunge my tongue into her taffy-soft twat.

Suri should not have still been this tight, I just know it. Not after I’d spent so many hours filling her to bursting with my cock. Of course, a Wonderbolt should be the last pony to be demanding physics make sense, considering how I’ve made it my bitch long as I’ve been breathing. And hearing Suri’s husky yelp as I lapped at her folds, I suddenly found myself happy that I still had to work my muscle into her cunt.

Guess I’m not the only one here with a body built for the long haul.

Speaking of, Photo’s not leaving anything to chance either. Already she’s making that ass clap as she twerks on my stiff rod, one of her expert hands busy sliding over my abs. Shit, I was kidding with that ESP quip before, how’d she know I love the feel of her fingers kneading my pips of muscle?

I pant into Suri’s muff, and she rewards me with a throaty purr, grinding herself on me. My lips join in the party, teasing this designer’s lower lips and drawing every drop of moisture I can. Definitely should have gotten my face in here earlier, Suri’s a honeypot and a half down here! Her juices are tangy and tart, a bittersweet mix that melds perfectly with Photo’s nectar.

Makes me regret the loss of Misty’s liquor a little bit less.

Actually; nah, a lot less. Bury me in this bomb-ass cuntsap, Suri.

Now my hands pull double-duty, hard as it is to keep so many thoughts in my sex-soaked brain. I know that Suri loves it when I play dirty, so one of my palms cracks off the swell of her sweet ass. My name shoots off her tongue, right before she sucks in her bottom lip and her eyes scream at me to do it again. Meanwhile, my other palm finds a different mare’s asscheek; Photo Finish’s. she lets out a sultry coo as my thumb massages the cutie mark on her flank.

“Mmmph—so close, Fleetfoot, so cloooose…” Photo hisses.

My breeding tool pulses achingly in hopes of orgasm, ready to shoot a wave of spunk right into Photo’s waiting cunt. I let Suri know how close I am, as my tongue lashes erratically into her weeping center. Any time I’m not slapping those generous glutes of Suri, my left hand’s mashing every inch of her slit that my lips can’t reach. I particularly like teasing that nub of flesh at the top of her clit; it’s been the way I’ve drawn so much lovely noise from Suri, and now is no different.

“Fuuuuck, Fleet…” Suri gasps, her tits and voice wobbling as one. “Just like that! Give it to me, r-rock my damned world!”

Weird, it’s my world that feels like it’s being shaken to its core. Between Suri’s trembling hips, Photo’s tail as it brushes over my crotch, and my own bliss-baked vision, I’m about to come apart. But the two mares arched above me will beat me to it. Suri’s panting, her tongue lolling out, eyes rolling into her skull at the pleasure that my tongue’s carving from her velveteen walls. My hips are rolling into Photo’s every hip-drop, the flare of my cock lodging firmly inside her walls. Every time it brushes up against this spongy pack of nerves inside Photo’s snatch, she staggers on her perch like she’s been shocked.

Then I give Photo one last thrust, drag my tongue out to crush against the bead of Suri’s slit, and both of these fine mares come undone.

Suri climaxes first, as she demanded, a wave of maresap gushing over my mouth and chin. I happily gurgle it down, my hands digging hard into her tenderized assmeat to keep her locked to me. Photo and I fire off right after, and I can feel how thoroughly my flood of seed caulks her insides, swiveling my hips as she howls and thrashes. Soon, it’s too much to hold both my seed and my shaft inside Photo; my erection rockets out of the cameramare and dumps its last sticky strings down her and Suir’s backs.

Soon, Suri’s snatch-surge slows to a trickle, and I gently help her off of my face. My jaw hurts a little, I know I look like a drowned rat, but it’s clear that both of these fine icons are sated. No way they can take any more of this sweet Wonderbolt muscle; Suri’s curling over to rest and Photo’s resting a hand on her half-swelled stomach.

No fuckin’ way they have more in their tanks now.

No way.

So why in the fuck is Suri perking her ass up at me?

“N…nice job, flygal,” Suri pants, her tail flagging up to reveal the one hole of hers I haven’t plundered today. “But… if Photo got to feel your hot seed… then… then…”

I don’t need an encyclopedia to see what Suri still craves from me, and where. Don’t need Neighagra either, apparently, as my cock stirs to life just as I pull myself up against my headboard. By the time I’m done getting my dropped jaw off my thighs, the veiny spire between them is raging hard again. And the throb’s making my eyes twitch; I know I probably shouldn’t be slamming more spunk home this soon.

But, you know me, and clearly so does the sex-starved Suri; she knows her tail’s like a checkered flag to my eyes. I never back down from challenges, exertion be damned. And Photo’s looking at us both with dinner-plate-sized eyes, sucking her jism-wet fingers as she waits for my next move.

I check the clock again. Okay, pushing it this time, but I know how well the autopilot on this craft works. If I’m fast enough, rough enough, rut-happy enough…

“Photo… I have to handle this,” I pant, shuffling closer to Suri’s enticing ass. “I know you’re real hungry for some more action but… s’only fair right? I slammed a couple of foals in you, and…”

Photo immediately flips up a purple and pink pill between her fingers. Her askew shades did nothing to hide the mirth in her eyes.

“Kay, never mind that last part.” I sigh blessedly. “Suri?”

“With where I want that lovely cock of yours… that won’t matter...” Suri gasps.

Ah, it’s the hole right above that puffy flower that my eyes zero in on now. Suri’s pout does seem like it’s been waiting for me for so long, a ribbed little rift that gapes wetly as I drift my fingers over it.

I gather Suri’s tail in my hand, pulling it up slowly. Her puckered plot beckons me even further, and the Manehattan outfitter’s moans make me bare my teeth lustily. Fuck yeah, I’m gonna love cramming my scepter inside that thick Polomare booty.

Groping hefty handfuls of Suri’s rump, I rub my dick up and down that ballooning butt, slicking it up with the seed still dribbling from my shaft's head. It drizzles lazily around Suri’s snatch and down her shapely thighs, calling for me to lick it up like a good Wonderbolt. So I do, letting my tongue linger a second along the rim of Suri’s gash—and savor the tremble it brings from the designer’s lips like currant—before I thirstily lap at her ponut.

“Ohmifuckyes! Nnnph, keep going~”

It’s only for a short minute, but I love being all up in this hefty ass of Suri’s. Feels like rising breadloaves cushioning my cheeks, letting me have a nice rest as my tongue darts around her puckered hole. And the way she rides my face with every gyration… damn, she’s almost as DTF as that cadet Dash is. Really gotta introduce these fuckmates of mine to the other Wonderbolts one day.

The day after I’ve screwed them both senseless, perhaps.

I whirl away from Suri’s well-prepped backdoor, my cock soon tapping against her fleshy ring. With a savage growl, I haul myself into this wailing mare. Suri’s bent over right now, but the more of my mare-meat slips into her, the more she pushes into me. It’s awesome as shit, seeing somepony so eager even as her ponut struggles to take the seventh, eighth, twelfth—

“Whoa, shit!” I shout, the rest of my barreling inside Suri in a flash.

I don’t spend time waiting to get over the tightness—time’s against me at this point, and I really want to see Suri beg for my spunk now. My thighs are like a jackhammer, and Suri mewls helplessly as I drive her into the mattress. The jingling tempo of Suri’s necklace only spurs me on, tugging on her tail and squeezing her cheeks. And I know Suri’s biting her lip to keep from cracking the glass with her lewd screams, but the tightness of her ass-cunt only makes my voice start to rise.

“Harder…” Suri growls, propping up on her arms now.

Hoisting up one of Suri’s legs, I present her dripping holes to Photo’s very appreciative eyes. Those fuchsia pupils dart between the blur of my pummeling shaft and the lust-twisted face of Suri, and I can’t get enough of it. And Photo starts fingering her pussy furiously as I lick trails up Suri’s back, the flutter of my tongue only slightly faster than those well-manicured fingers.

Once again, orgasm steams close to my station, and I clutch Suri close to me. My teeth are giving this desire-drunk designer the same treatment they gave Photo, only now it’s over Suri’s chest as she twists and twerks against me. A roll of Suri’s hips, and we’re soon bucking front-to-front, Suri gritting her teeth and panting like a draft stallion.

“Fleet-coming-oh my, oh my sweet, coming~!” she screams.

Behind me, Photo’s got two fingers deep inside her, and adds a third when I take Suri’s lips. Then my attention is all on the mare letting me ravage her mouth, especially when I bite Suri’s swollen lip on the way back.

With a shattering wail, I come. This time, I don’t stop thrusting, especially with how much of her cavern I get to fill with my virile jizz. Pearl-white goo bastes everywhere it can reach, and ever thrust packs it deeper into this keening designer. My grin turns rictal as I see Suri lose herself to ecstasy, and the blazing seed I’m filling her with edges closer to my sheath.

Then I see Photo’s hands weave around Suri’s voluptuous funbags, the photographer right up against Suri’s back. She brings one of Suri’s erect nipples to her mouth, then the other, sucking wildly as her eyes still scorching into mine. I break the kiss with Suri, watching as Photo’s face stretches into a licentious grin around those thimblefuls of soft purple tit-flesh.

And in one swift motion, Photo’s cheeks hollow out.

Suri doesn’t stand a chance. Her sordid shriek signals her last orgasm of the day, fucksap sputtering from a pussy well-plumbed by every pink muscle I’ve got. She thrashes in bliss in my grasp, but the look she shoots Photo is needy as fuck. Photo returns that smoldering gaze as she continues to slurp on the designer’s nipples, teething at Suri’s sensitive nubs.

Hottest sight I’ve ever seen, bar none. Suri spasming over my cock and balls, Photo nurturing this Manehattan mare’s chest melons, and the feel of my seed trickling out of Suri’s vice-like ponut. I almost regret it when I pull out of her entirely with an ear-popping schlorp, sweat stinging at my eyes as I finally sink back into my pillows.

Suri goes sprawl-eagled right next to me, even her eyes invisible under her mane as she breathes heavily. At long last, she’s spent, though the words she’s mouthing to me show that it’s not for lack of want that she’s taking a breather. Lots of ‘fucks’ and ‘wows’ in there.

Then Suri looks past me, her eyes widen, and she’s out of the room in a blur of wheeling limbs.

I only wonder why she’s legged it and where Photo is for half a second, sanity molasses-slow in its return to my blitzing brain. Of course, that half-second of thought ends when Photo pops up at bedside, her hand grasping my over-sensitive cockhead. Soon, Photo’s right back where our whole shindig began; slobbering on my knob and cleaning every drop of liquid off of it.

Guess it’s how our whole time together began, too, if you think about it. Photo keeping everything spotless waiting for her moment, me increasingly grateful for her selfless efforts.

Then I see Photo shimmy up my body and rested her own tits in my face.

“Aww, for me?” I ask, my tongue leaving dripping crescents around one of Photo’s puffy areolas. “Such a doll…”

“Y-yes, Madame Fleetfoot…” Before I see Photo’s hands sneak between our sweat-soaked bellies, I know what she’s gunning for. It doesn’t take long for those dainty fingers to wrap around my shaft. “All for you.”

Not gonna lie, I have no idea where this last scraplet of will sparks in me. But when feels like a mirage-like haze, I’m again on my knees on the edge of the bed. Photo’s head and shoulders on the flower, the rest of her hooked to my fat dick, gutturally moaning as I hilt in her rump for once.

It feels like a dream, and yet it isn’t, not with the thunderstorm slamming through my fatigued body. Every one of my muscles buzzes with exertion, even my wings flicker as I drive harder and harder into the near-vertical Photo Finish. She can barely see me around her cleavage, her still seed-stuffed stomach, but she bucks into my every jab.

I’m dead-ass positive that Photo came halfway through this, but I don’t even notice it now. I’m covered in so much hot fluids, and so is she, and we’re taking in each other moans too blindly to give a shit. But I keep aiming true, brain on autopilot as I let my rutting instincts guide me to my final release.

I let out a broken cry as I pull Photo off of my shaft. It’s not even that I don’t want to cum in her tight ass; I’d crave it more than air itself, despite my lungs’ complaints otherwise! But there’s one spot of Photo that I’d love to see my seed coat more. One that even she’s up for now, as she gets onto her knees and lets her tongue flag out.

The first loads of my cum barrels onto my sexy photographer’s tongue, a messy feast that Photo swallows with a gusto I don’t think I’ve seen in any pony then or now.

Then I hear a thundering rumble of hooves, and Photo is launched away from my spewing fuckstick at near warp speed. And now it’s Suri before me, in the same spot Photo was in on the carpet, even wearing Photo’s shades as her mouth opens for the rest of my gift. My spunk quickly speeds out, pasting over her face, glasses, and the hem of her opulent blue dress. Her lips purse as strings of sperm stain her over and over, before sweeping up in a satisfied grin.

Even at the other end of the ship, Suri found a way to steal Photo’s thunder. Don’t know whether to be impressed or insecure; that’s the type of passion I long to embody.

I give Photo an apologetic gaze, her mouth still in an ‘O’ at how fast Suri a) dressed, b) took her spot before my weeping erection, and c) recovered from the bucking to take my scorching seed. Photo’s mouth moves up and down, but no words come out. But damn, is she still a break-taking sight; her legs crossed on the floor, her hands still braced against her pert breasts, the hints of my previous seed-storms still framing her tits and pelvis perfectly.

“Okay… how!?” Photo finally cries, though it’s shock more’n outrage making her voice squeaky.

Suri only shoots me a bushy smile before she speaks. No shit she’s blind to the blue-coated mare denied her fuckbatter-feast literally at the 11th hour. “Oh, Fleet… I can’t put in words how good you’ve been to me today,” she bubbles. “To the both of us.”

I wearily nod, glad she’s not inviting another position. My maredick stays limp this time, wrinkled and withered as it taps against my thigh.

“Good.” I get out.

“I…” Photo’s mind scrambles for more answers, but her shoulders slump as she realizes none will come. Not with how dreamily Suri is still staring at me. “Never mind. I just… want to take a break, Madame Fleetfoot. I can schedule my interview for later.”

“Say the word and I’ll be there,” I pant.

Suri’s eyes darted to the door leading out of my cabin and into the hall. “Right! So, do you want the good news or bad first, my dear Wonderbolt?”

I narrow my eyes at Suri, realizing just how wide that grin of Suri’s is stretching. Way too wide to not be hiding something. “Good, please.”

“Right; so we’re not gonna crash in Manehattan! I saw the clock in time and stopped the engines!” Suri begins. “Might be off my hooves for… a week, but we’re right on the airstrip now.”

Blinking several times, I consider this new fact for a second. The slight buzz of the airship that it usually has while in motion is gone. And the clock next to me blares a very prominent 4:20 PM; five before I should have been at that helm to guide the airship. It seemed Suri had left to make those last adjustments in trajectory.

All the more impressive that it came after being railed hard.

“Um… thank you,” I say, reaching down to slip on a pair of capris so thin it may as well be a belt.

Photo follows suit, not even bothering to cover up her birthday suit. “I find this incredibly hard to believe. You? Knowing aviation tech?”

“Well… no.” Suri’s eyebrows wiggle suggestively. “But you showed some tricks of the trade that time before you noticed me on the ship, so… to-may-to-, to-mah-to.”

Rolling her eyes, Photo follows us out of them. Our shared journey toward the ship’s cockpit is almost silent, with me trying to get that weird buzz out of my head as we moved.

Then Photo pipes up again, her voice even more clipped. “So what’s the bad news then, Polomare?”

Quickly shifting in front of the door leading out of the airship. Suri’s grin drops completely. ”Well, that’s what I want to tell you about before you leave the ship, Fleet-”

“Suri,” I half-growl, settling a heavy hand on her shoulder. “Right now? My limbs feel like dead batteries, I’m totally dehydrated, and I know there’s a pizza shop one block from where we’re supposed to land. So before I have to deal with the Captain’s shit, please, let me pass, I promise we can continue whatever vertical tango you wanna do later.”

Despite Suri’s stammers, I easily move the designer out of the way and throw open the door. The buzzing only gets louder, and it's only after a second of dawning horror that I realize it's not in my head that I'm hearing it.

I reel in the face of two dozen snapping cameras, capturing me and Photo’s topless forms. To Photo’s credit, she’s fast enough to hide behind one of my flaring wings, to keep everything below her navel covered. Suri had no issues with this, her dress still wrapped around all her assets. Me, however…

“See…” Suri says. "I had hunger issues too. Ones that struck too fast for me to give the paparazzi a good excuse, dear Fleetfoot.”

Her finger jabs errantly at my crotch, and I realize with growing dread why she’d barreled back into my cabin like a bat out of Tartarus.

I’m still frozen in shock, only barely remembering to flip a hand over my rack in the face of those infamy-immortalizing cameras. Photo meeps again, her tits molding into my back - and making a tent rise in my capri that also starts getting snapped in record time.

“Guess we’re eating in, then?” Suri asked.

I gulp, staring bleakly back at the Manehattan native. Yeah. Going to be staying holed up in this ship for a while.

Rest of my life, possibly, the second the Captain finds out about this.