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- >Be Anon.
- >Been in Equestria for a few months.
- >It's ok, nothing special; like home but with little horses.
- >Oddly enough, it doesn't stick here.
- >Weird, but pleasant.
- >Finding work was tough without these butt stamps called cutie marks.
- >Eventually, you found something.
- >Public Relations for the arial team.
- >Apparently, you're an OK writer.
- >Kind of nice, you admit.
- >The team put you though hell to see if you were the best possible one.
- >And you were.
- >You mean with the arial team before and after every game.
- >Getting comments, helping prepare them for the media.
- >It's a fun job.
- >And the ponies are all really cute; mares and stallions alike.
- >Most of them ignore you; either weirded out, or disintrested.
- >The Captain loves to bug you though.
- >Shes a yellow mare with a wild orange mane named Spitfire.
- >She's forever throwing her suit and towel at your face.
- >Mad, you ain't even it.
- >However, its her second in command that you'd love to have thrown in your face.
- >The calm, cool, and collected Soarin'.
- >He's polite to you, has been since the first day.
- >And when no one is looking, and the cameras have been put away, he'll give you a hug as thanks.
- >They don't last long, but you don't care; you enjoy his sweaty body pressed up against yours.
- >---
- >The team is running their yearly training sessions.
- >It's part of the recruitment for new team members.
- >Ponies who can, are invited from around equestria to train with the arial team.
- >This time, you've been asked to play PR for them.
- >It's an honour, and success will catch the eye of important ponies.
- >They must trust you a lot to allow you here.
- >You're running around, taking photos of those who have been invited with members of the arial team.
- >Spitfire is sending you winks and flashes any chance she can.
- >Its arousing, but you know she's just a tease.
- >Then again, you aren't complaing.
- >You see Soarin' with a mare; with a blue coat and a rainbow mane.
- >She seems cute, and judging from how hard Soarin' is trying to get her attention, he thinks so as well.
- >You walk over, camera in hand.
- "LT, how goes it?"
- >He glances at you.
- >"Oh hey Anon. Pretty good. Dash, this is Anon, he's our PR guy."
- >She looks at you, not really paying attention.
- >Yeah, she's cute. Little arrogant, but cute.
- >You can work with this.
- >"Nice to meet you."
- >You just smile away at them.
- "Mind if I get a photo, LT? Would look great for future promo material."
- >Soarin' may be the three C's but he's always willing to have his ego stroked nice and slow if helps the team.
- >"Yeah sure."
- >The two line up, and look over at you.
- >Dash is preparing to take off, and Soarin' is making it look like he's providing advice, while adjusting her wings.
- "Perfect LT," you say. "Looks great."
- >The two come over, and you show them the photo.
- >They like it.
- >"Looks great, Anon. Wanna join us for lunch?" Soain' asks.
- >Lunch? Where did that co-
- >The bell rings for lunch.
- >You laugh for a few moments.
- "That stomach of yours, Soarin', is something to set a clock by."
- >He grins, and Dash laughs.
- >A cute laugh.
- >You grin internally.
- >This is going to be fun.
- >---
- >After lunch, not much training happens, which means you've pretty much got a few days off until you need the promo project done.
- >You hang out with Soarin' and Dash.
- >Which, you have to admit is more fun then you thought.
- >Dash explains that she's always wanted to be a Wonderbolt since she first saw them, and has been training hard everyday.
- >Soarin' explains that training isn't enough, that hardwork and displin is what's needed as well.
- >You don't mention anything about Soarins' love of pie, or how he has at least one every two days.
- >Dash isn't an idiot, and pays attention to what Soarin' says.
- >The two seem to be getting along really well, and for a moment, you swear you see them eye each other up.
- >Third wheel, activate.
- "I should get going; got some work todo, you know how it is." You say standing up. "You two have fun, yeah?"
- >"Anon, sit down." Soarin' says.
- >It's not a request.
- >It's not even a command or a demand.
- >It's Soarin' pulling rank.
- >And you're not even enlisted, technically.
- >Still you listen, and sit down.
- >"Something thing wrong?" Dash asks, seemingly ok with you leaving.
- >The love, it is strong here.
- >"I think we both know how this is going to end, yeah?" Soarin' asks, running a hoof down each of her front legs. "You. Me. Behind a building or in a bed."
- >Dash nods fast, probably forgetting you're there.
- >"Maybe even in the air, right after a race. Where we fall on a cloud and and I find out how loud you can scream," Soarin goes on with, not letting his eyes leave hers.
- >"I'd like that," she says.
- >"Sounds fun, doesn't it? But do you know what would make it better?"
- >She shakes her head.
- >A no.
- >Soarin' points a hoof at you.
- >"This guy; I've seen him hold his own against ponies who demand everything, and that's just in basic training. He's our media face," Soarin explains.
- >"So?" Dash asks, and you have to agree with her.
- >"He. Doesn't. Stop," Soarin' whispers out. "When everyone else stops, he doesn't; he stands up and says, 'next order, sir?'"
- >Dash eyes you up.
- >She trots around you as well, checking you out throughly.
- >"I trust you, Soarin'," she says. "But I want to see him prove it."
- >"How?"
- >Dash just smiles.
- >You get a feeling.
- >A feeling you never forget.
- >A feeling that scares you.
- >That frightens you.
- >A feeling that makes you want to run and hide, under your bed, or in a closet.
- >Just away from everyone, everypony, and everything.
- >So away that not even the air can find you.
- >And it leaves you alone in the nothing.
- >But its a feeling that excites you.
- >A feeling that turns you on in ways you didn't think possible.
- >In short?
- >You've never been ready.
- >"How?" Soarin' asks again, as Dash has yet you answer.
- >"I want you two to fuck."
- >A long pause happens, and Soarin' looks at you.
- >He's got green eyes that seem a little scared, and nervous.
- >He's waiting for you.
- >You return the look, and slide over to him, wrapping and arm around him.
- >He looks content, for a moment. But also unsure.
- "Any specifics?" you ask, looking at Dash.
- >"Just fuck."
- >You look down at him, and the pony, smaller then you. Looks nervous.
- "Any specifics?"
- >"Yeah, just one."
- >Before you ask what it is, Soarin' pushs you off him, and climbs on top of you.
- >"Don't cum too fast."
- >He kisses you softly before biting your nose.
- >Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Dash, who seems to be enjoying this.
- >You look around.
- >Empty, no one is in this field.
- >You're safe.
- >You slide off your pants, in between Soarin's assult on your face.
- >It takes a bit, but Dash chimes in and helps you out.
- >You lower half, now awake and ready for duty, softly hits Dash in the face.
- >"Oh. That looks like fun," she says, poking it with a hoof.
- >"Mine now," Soarin' says, helping you with your shirt.
- >Friggen ponies, and their nakedness.
- >Even Soarin' has been out of uniform since lunch.
- >Soon, however, you're naked.
- >Clothes in a pile about ten feet from you.
- >Soarin' gives eyes you like a peice of meat, and takes your lower base in in mouth.
- >His lips are really soft.
- >He slips you past them, and into his mouth, lubbing you up.
- >You're take out soon, and left wet and hard.
- >"I'm going to enjoy getting used to that taste."
- "Happy to help," you say with a smile.
- >With some help, Soarin' climbs back on top of you, and slides just the first bit of your into him.
- >He lets out a husky groan, and closes his eyes, placing his hooves on the ground behind him.
- >You moan in return, but try to hold it in; you do have an audience after all.
- >Soarin' slips down further on to you, and you hold his sides to keep his steady.
- >Pretty soon, he maxes out; at a little over half your length.
- >You massauge his sides, and he gives you a little smiles.
- >Suddenly, something lovely occurs to you.
- >Lieing on your belly, and pointing rightly at mouth is a long, think, dark blue and vainly beauty.
- >Some would call it a cock, others would be technical and call it a horsecock.
- >You're calling it tasty.
- >While Soarin' contuines to ride you, it seems only fitting and fair that you return the gesture.
- >You run a hand around Soarin, from his side, and up to his frontlegs, to across a bit, and down his front and across his lower half.
- >Just as your hand is about to fall off and land on you, your carefully grasp his self, and with a little pressure, run it down.
- >You're stallion, in return, gasps and then groans allowed.
- >"H-having fun?" he asks, watching you jerk him.
- >You just lock eyes with him for a few seconds, before sliding the tip off him into your mouth.
- >Soarin' groans, loudly, and you keep going.
- >He tastes like sweat and fun.
- >It's gonna be good.
- >You push Soarin' off of you and take even more of him into your mouth.
- >By now, the stallion is just lying on the grass, getting himself sucked.
- >Dash, you can see out of the corner of your eye is touching herself with reckless abandon.
- >You nudge Soarin to look at her, and he nods.
- >"Hey Dash, grass doesn't look very comfortable, and that hoof looks tired. My tongue isn't."
- >You roll your eyes as you keep sucking on Soarin's self and you're pretty sure Dash did to.
- >Thankfully, she's horny as well.
- >You watch her sit on Soarin's face and notice her little butt.
- >Well, you have a target soon.
- >Dash pats your head and looks down at you.
- >"Cock in mouth looks good on you," she says. "Keep it up, and we'll see how long you can actually last."
- >You grin, mouth full of pony, and keep going, taking more and more of him into you.
- >Dash's moans spur you on, and you can feel Soarin' shake and his body groan as you keep going.
- >Soon, three quarters of him is in your throat.
- >His musky smell perminates all air around you.
- >You feel, at some level, like Soarin's sex toy.
- >A professional cock sucker.
- >Groans and musk.
- >Thats all you're senses can detect.
- >And you're not even sure which is which; Dash, or Soarin's noises.
- >Or the smells.
- >Everything has just blended into one giant something.
- >And you're enjoying every second of it.
- >His lower half in your throat, and Dash's ass so close to you could poke it with your nose.
- >Soon, Soarin' gives notice that he's about to paint your innards with his cum.
- >Mainly by wraping you around with his legs and shooting his spunt down into you.
- >But he shoots to much, and it flies out your mouth as you slip him out.
- >After then 8th or 9th spurt, your face is more stallion cum, then human.
- >Dash turns around and looks at you, and Soarin' sits up.
- >"Hehe, sorry," he says.
- "Soarin'," you say calmly.
- >He glances up at you, that same look in his eyes from earlier.
- >You lap at the cum around your face and smile at him, eyes locked.
- >Soon, you are using your fingers to wipe it into your mouth.
- >You smile at him and after you've gotten most of it, kneel before him
- >You open your mouth, showing them the cum in your mouth.
- >You close your mouth, and gulp it down.
- >Once,
- >Twice.
- >Done.
- >You open your mouth; clean.
- >The two of them stare at you and Dash gives you a slow clap.
- >"That was pretty awesome."
- >Soarin' just nods and falls on his back.
- "Get back on his face Dash, you've got a cute butt that I'd love to get to know better."
- >She rolls her eyes, but sits down.
- >You pat Soarin's lower half, and jerk it a few times.
- >He's spent.
- >Shame.
- >Give a hand job while fucking a butt would have been fun.
- >You spit on her butt and rub it into the hole.
- >She groans softly, and looks behind you.
- >"I'm a big girl, I can take," she says, waveing her rump her your face.
- >You grip it with both hands, and give it a tight squeeze.
- >She hisses, and you just smile.
- >You slide into her, and lean into her ear.
- "Don't cum on his face, too hard,"
- >She just giggles and sticks her butt into you, spearing herself on your lower half.
- >You thrust forward to meet her, and slowly beging the process of fucking her ass.
- >Soon, Dash's moans fill the area you three are in.
- >You're hovered over her, and nibbling on her ear.
- >You keep pumping away, and soon she lets out the last yell, as she paints soarin's face white.
- >"You, you cum yet?" she asks?
- "Ngh, almost."
- >"Keep going, but on my face," she says.
- >You say nothing and keep going, harder and faster.
- >Soon, you slide out.
- "D-Dash," you say, and she flips over facing you.
- >Once.
- >Twice.
- >And again.
- >Again.
- >Done.
- >She smiles and looks at you with smile.
- >Soarin', is still on the ground, though conscious.
- >"Whose ready for round two?"
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