>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?"