In The Days Before The Upheaval

The cadets crammed into the locker rooms, which like the showers, were co-ed. Despite their differences, the stallions and mares were supposed to see each other as equals on the battlefield, and thus they were meant to maintain a level of discipline even here, with the threat of court martial and worse were the boys to harm the fairer sex. Fortunately, many of them had made fast friends, united by a desire to prove themselves, serve their country, and protect it from the swarm.

Midnight Blitzer had jumped at the chance to show his prowess. The blue-furred pegasus had often competed with his twin sister, who'd taken a different path in her career, before they were unexpectedly pulled back together by circumstance, since she'd joined the Wonderbolts, who also served as an arm of the military, usually on rescue missions. The boys and girls here had barely reached adulthood, yet they would soon be required to risk life-and-limb for their land.

Whenever he stripped out of his uniform, and stepped into the open showers with the others, he beamed back at the looks of admiration and flexed his wide plume, unaware of any looks of lust or envy cast his way. “Hey, sis! How do you like it here, with the rest of the military brats?”

Lightning Spark, his twin, had an electric blue shake, her mane even spikier than his and dense, with an even leaner, athletic, but still well-shaped assets to match. “It's fine, I suppose. But I hate how we're not allowed to fly most of the time! All those tiresome marches, what's the point?”

“It's in case our wings are ever clipped,” said Moonlight River, their childhood friend and a bat mare, who sudded up her own naked skin amidst the steamy waters that drizzled from nozzles around them. “Always a possibility, what with how brutal the drones can be. Or so I've heard.”

“Guess so,” the mare replied with a huff. “But I want to perform stunts! Show everyone how speedy I am!” She couldn't zip into action quite as fast as her twin...yet could outpace his top speeds.

“You'll have your chance!” Her brother chuckled. “Now, let's clean up so we can head out!” He took no notice of how their childhood friend sneaked looks at him, or even his twin, who was surprised the once lanky boy had started to develop into a proper stud with years of intense workouts.

Lightning snapped back, “What's the rush?” She noticed Moon's occasional glances at her brother, particularly at his hung junk out in the open, and she narrowed her eyes with a devious smirk. Then, she slipped behind the bat mare, who squeaked when she started to rub a soap bar all over her.

“Sparks? Wh-wha-” She shuddered pleasantly when palms smoothed over her breasts, across her nipples, which hardened under the tender caress as they continued to trail across her toned curvature. The electric blue mare hummed, pressed into her back while she soaped her up.

“Just relax,” she whispered in the bat mare's sharp ear, tenderly rubbed across her tits, hips, and buttocks, which shimmered under the soapiness that accentuated her toned curves. The thestral couldn't help but blush and mewl a little, aware that the eyes of their peers were all over them.

The twin tried to play the mediator between them, since Moonie wouldn't admit her crush, and Blitzer was too oblivious to reciprocate, let-alone make a move! Perhaps she could help drum up his interest? Yet he simply raised a brow curiously at their lewd display as the three of them washed.

While they didn't dare openly have a full-on lesbian tryst in the middle of their fellow cadets, Sparks continued to explore her further, under the pretense that she'd simply help wash her friend down. She slowly drove her hands up and down the bat mare's curvature, tenderly cup a tit or buttock, slid across her perky areola until she blushed harder, moaned softly, and squirmed.

Most of the boys couldn't hide their hard ons, and while there were far fewer mare cadets, their nipples too were stiff, but Blitzer's impressive cock, even when soft, didn't so much as twitch. Nonetheless, he couldn't look away from the show either, equally curious at the saucy display.

“Hey sis,” he said. “Want me to wash you, too?” Laughter and snorts filled the shower room, and he rubbed the back of his head with a furrowed brow as his twin blushed deeply, too.

“N-nah. We're almost done. Spoilsport,” she muttered more quietly.

Moonlight breathed a sigh of relief when she was rinsed off, although she couldn't deny how her touch had worked her up, her thighs clenched to hide a subdued wink of her wet pussy. Goodness, how she'd love for her childhood crush to pin her down in the locker room and pound her in front of everyone! Instead, she exited into the locker room, toweled off, and drank from a water bottle.

More cadets exited the showers, and most didn't bother to dress yet, the twin brother-and-sister included, who relaxed naked like her out in the open. The unit had become comfortable with each other over time, united by their cause, optimistic that they'd one day wipe out the swarm.

“Nice nips,” teased Lightning further, who pushed her index finger into one of Moonlight's nipples, the areola temporarily mashed in with the tit she pressed upon with a flirty snicker.

“Uh, thanks.” Moonie blushed and looked at her crush. Still, little reaction other than puzzlement. What none of them knew was that these innocent days weren't meant to last. That whatever troubles they currently had would seem insubstantial, after an all-out war broke out.

The three of them dressed, and returned to the twin's home, tucked away in the capital. Snowy Blizzard would make them lunch on the dot whenever they had free time, Moonlight accepted into their family like one of their own, since her parents lived away from society, due to prejudice from the other ponies toward the thestrals. She'd fiercely debated her parents to stay and serve in the military in order to stay by her crush's side, and reluctantly the pair of them eventually relented.

“Welcome home,” called Snowy Blizzard, a voluptuous snow-furred mare with a thick mane. She wore a humble dress and apron, the table made up with a variety of food and snacks at the ready.

“Thanks mom!” In a blur, Blitzer sped over and plopped into a seat. He and his twins often competed to pack on food, since they burned it off quickly with their constant workouts.

Moonlight, while equally active, had to be more careful about her figure, although she still ate her fill. “Thank you,” she politely said to their hostess, unable to help but feel she was a bit of a third wheel and a burden on the family that had taken her in like she was one of their own.

“It's no problem,” replied Snowy with an affectionate smile. “There's plenty more to come!”

“Good! Because I'm starved,” said Sparks, who patted her belly. “I wonder what pops is up to?”

“Busy with work,” said Snowy with her back turned when she baked a pie, her snout suddenly tilted in an almost imperceptible frown. She was a proper Wonderbolt, but in the off-season she'd returned to her homely duties, while her husband was often away, consumed by his soldierly duties or paperwork. They could barely afford to make love a couple times a week lately!

Let-alone a romantic vacation. She'd become even needier with the onset of years.

To the point where, after the 'kids' left and she'd cleaned up, Snowy had found her own ways to vent her frustrations. She'd never cheat on her husband, but like in her early Wonderbolt days in her youth, she'd streak around the town in a blur, with the thrill that she could slip up and someone would see her fully nude, voluptuous body on display as it openly bounced.

To her knowledge, she'd never been caught. She'd sleep naked up on the clouds, lounge around where no one could spot her unless they were skyborn, and sometimes, when she felt particularly bold, would masturbate up there. Like today, draped naked across a fluffy cloud.

“Th-Thunder honey...fuck...~!” She manipulated a heavy titty, snaked into her moist, squishy cunt.

She pictured her husband above her, that the stud plowed her, like when she'd conceived her twins after a whirlwind of romance with Thunder Storm. She'd wailed in bliss, let him pound all her holes, as she thumbed her puckered asshole, too. How could he possibly choose his duty over...?”

No, she realized it was selfish. He was the 'Second Sword', a champion that protected their country and allowed her to laze about at her leisure. That same nobility was why she'd fallen in love.

Maybe in a couple decades, he could retire, and they'd have all the time in the world...

What she didn't know was that she had company today. In the distance, Fiery Kickstart had picked a cloud of his own, on an even higher plane which offered him a bird's eye view of the city. Able to walk on clouds like all pegasus, the same didn't apply to Foal-Bearer, Wet Nurse, and Ocellus, who'd asked to come with him on his trip. He'd shut it down until Ocellus offered a solution.

“A potion that allows one to walk on clouds!” She'd produced it proudly.

Fiery studied the bottle skeptically. “Where did you obtain this? Magic this powerful-” Yet she'd already uncorked and swallowed part of the concoction, then passed it to the twins, who drank too.

“Come on,” pleaded Wet Nurse, who rubbed his chest. “It'd be so romantic to make love on a cloud!” With his snout drawn in ambivalence, he nonetheless scooped the three of them up, and carried them into the sky, where they couldn't help but squeal at the stud's prowess.

They held on close to him, and the twins felt his hands sink into their squishy butts. He'd intended to spy on the city, see what Thunder Storm's own military branch were up to, but when he'd run into these three they'd tempted him like usual with the pleasures of the flesh, and he'd crumbled.

He'd set them down on the highest and widest cloud he found, then stopped and kicked a few clouds into it to make their roost more spacious. “Strip,” he ordered the mares, who shuddered with bliss as he once more ripped the panties off Wet Nurse's ample ass and watched her cheeks wobble. “Get on all fours.” The now denuded mare snapped to obey and presented her holes to her master.

Hastily he freed his cock, reared up, and mounted her. Gave it to her fast and hard, the twins able to scream their brains out at this elevation without fear they'd be heard. The fluffy clouds proved unbelievably soft, like plush marshmallows, not so different from their supple, pliable flesh.

He clapped her cheeks. Slapped her ass. Made her clench and maon. Domination had always done it for him, one of the reasons he'd risen up to the rank of 'Third Sword', helped discipline the army and turned boys into men as they culled their enemies without mercy. Unlike the other 'Swords', he'd rarely taken prisoners, and when he did he'd question and then swiftly dispatch them.

While he fucked Wet Nurse without mercy, Foal-Bearer and Ocellus positioned themselves in a sixty-nine formation, and set to devour each other's taut holes. Slurps filled the air, hands left to wander, while a thin breeze rustled over the foursome. While he continued to knead and spank Wet Nurse's reddened asscheek, his free hand lifted up his binoculars for the purpose he'd intended.

He scanned the areas. Saw some of Thunder Storm's troops walk the streets, stop in at a local pub, and chat with the civilians. Very little of interest, so he looked onward. Then, he did a double-take.

Adjusting the binoculars, he focused on another, very voluptuous mare atop a lower cloud, completely nude while she felt herself up and finger-blasted her pussy like mad, her mouth wide open with moans he couldn't hear. Snowy Blizzard, the mare he'd loved as a boy, while he and Thunder Storm competed for her heart. Ultimately, she'd tried to nicely turn him down.

His heart still ached at the memory. He'd never intended to spy on her, but could she really blame him, when she flaunted herself out in the open? He zoomed in on her suppleness, as she'd put on a bit of fat in her downtime, yet it had clearly gone to all the nicest places and filled her out more.

Grunts escaped him when he speared his mare's cunt even harder. Slapped her ass more sharply, possessively, made her moan out even louder as he thumbed her asshole and pulled on her bunched up mane in his fist. She shrilly shrieked with her sister as they squirted all over from the treatment.

“Take it all you bitches,” he hissed between his teeth, and pictured Snowy beneath him, that he could fuck her into submission, show her he was the much better stallion than Thunder Storm!

“Y-yes master~!” Wet Nurse bounced her buns back to meet his harsh, dominant thrusts. She pressed into the marshmallow cloud, face-down and ass-up while he railed her senseless. She reached back with both hands and spread her buttcheeks for him, utterly submitted for his pleasure.

He blew his load balls deep in her womb. Almost knocked the twins out from pleasure overload.

He popped off the momentarily spent mare, watched his cum ooze from her ruined twat. However, like the mares, he wouldn't be satisfied until each of them had a round. Snowy was still at it, contorted herself into different sexual positions while she masturbated and pictured her husband.

His binoculars spotted blurs of color further below, and he trained them on Midnight Blitzer in the lead, Lightning Dust close behind, and Moonlight River at the back while the friends sailed as high as they were allowed over the capital, in a race to see who'd be able to top their records today. His burnt-marked face curled at them. A pair of children, fathered by his rival on the mare he loved.

Ocellus carved a throne from the bunches up clouds. “Take a seat, sir!”

“Not bad,” he admitted, and sat down. Still half-hard, he watched the twins crawled naked towards him, their breasts swaying beneath with each roll of hips and buttocks on their sensuous approach. Finally, the pair stood before him, spun, and pressed their buttocks into the sides of his slick shaft.

Their spread buns sandwiched his horsecock, traced up-and-down it while it flushed with more blood to breed them all. Their puckered assholes and slits mashed on his vein-lined tool with moist squelches, surrounded it in heat and their own lustful secretions in prepared for Foal-Bearer to be taken. “Fuckin' sluts,” he hissed, one hand squeezed around a bun of each twin, who moaned.

“But we're your sluts~,” reminded Ocellus with a wink as she, too, fondled herself. She followed the sisters around, and manipulated them into a variety of sexual scenarios she fed on very well.

They rubbed him faster-and-faster, smeared their fuckholes in his precum and their feminine lusts, which trailed from their puffy pussylips. Eventually, Foal-Bearer's tail wrapped around his cock, and directed it into her cunt, where it sank in with a coo from the twins. He thrust up into her core.

His palms wandered all over them, cupped, spanked, squeezed, and needed handfuls of flesh. One day, maybe Snow would realize her mistake. That she should've chosen him. He'd protect her!

It all came back to their enemy, the changelings. With her hive hidden deep underground, no one knew how massive Queen Chrysalis' army could potentially be. Thus, he and his men cut them down without mercy whenever he encountered them, in a vain attempt to exterminate them all.

He knew it was a fool's errand. He'd have to strike down all the queen's or they'd always return.

Faster-and-harder, he impaled Foal-Bearer on his lap, making the twins whine in ecstasy. Reapedtly smacked her buttcheek, marked it with a furious red hand print, watched the flesh wobble.

Inevitably, when she sat on his lap, he came inside her, too, filled up her uterus.The twins nuzzled his cheeks and reclined on him. By this point, Snowy drifted into a pleased sleep on her side. Some of the clouds had climbed and shadowed the capital, while people went about their day.

Foal-Bearer popped off him, the twins slumped naked across the marshmallow cloud and leaked out his cum. Ocellus beset him next, took his dick into her lips and sucked him off with bobs of her head while she licked up the feminine excretions and spunk that still slathered his fleshy sword.

Guided by his firm hand in her mane, she cheerfully serviced him with a hum. He humped back into her face, swabbed her throat, almost spent with how relentless and insatiable these three sluts proved. Yet his masculine pride wouldn't allow them to walk away unsatisfied, so he pushed himself.

She rubbed her snatch and clitoris at the same time, took his empire horsecock to the balls like a champ, able to easily shift the insides of her throat. She kept it subtle so it would be hard to notice, but she manipulated her throat so it felt similar to a taut pussy, wet and slick while he ruthelessly skullfucked her. Finally, she drenched herself amidst a climax, her eyes rolled into her head.

Finally, he held her there, sheathed his 'sword' completely, and unloaded into her mouth. Despite how she could easily shift her interior to handle it all, she deliberately let the excess spunk balloon up her cheeks and explode hotly out her nostrils, tears in the corners of her eyes and a proud blush on her face, aware that his male pride would love a chance to further mark and dominate a mare.

She opened her mouth wide after she withdrew, showed a mouthful of his seed, which she swished about for over a minute before she finally swallowed his treat. It burned pleasantly in her stomach, almost bloated from all the love and lust she'd soaked up today. “Time to head back, sir?”

“Yes. I've seen all I need to see,” he decided and started to redress. “Besides, the potion only lasts an hour, doesn't it? Last thing I want is to see you three drop to your deaths. I know I can seem harsh at times, but I live to protect the Crystal Empire,” he said sincerely, and stroked her mane and cheek. They dressed swiftly too, before he scooped them up and sailed away from the cloud.

He took care to avoid any possible eyes, and deposited them in a solitary spot near the Crystal Palace, where they made their way inside. Meanwhile, he considered his next move.

Peace times wouldn't last forever. Skirmishes would spiral into bloody warfare.