Soarin stood with his head hanging, the other Wonderbolts watching with varying levels of amusement as Spitfire marched up to him.

“‘Sorry I’m late’? Late? You were more than late! If this was any ordinary show, I’d be a bit more lenient, but this is the fucking Equestria Games! Not only that, but you embarrassed the whole lead squad of the Wonderbolts in front of Princess Scootaloo! You know what would have happened if you did that in Pegasopolis? You’d be executed!”

Soarin went to say something, but Spitfire cut it off with a raised hand.

“I don’t want to hear it! As of tomorrow, you are suspended until you get your act together!”

“But Spitfire, I…”

“You left, without notifying me I might add, on a personal errand when we had such a big event coming up! Get yourself showered and into your dress uniform, then back into the eye of the public.” Spitfire turned around, narrowing her eyes at the other Wonderbolts. They all turned their gazes away, quickly dressing and vacating the room. Spitfire glanced over her shoulder as she heard the showers go on, then stepped out into the corridor, her path meeting that of an earth pony mare. “Get in there and sort your stallion out!”

Spitfire walked away, leaving Applejack to stare after her for a moment. She had heard everything that was said between the two pegasi, and although she was a bit angry at him for the same reasons, she was also happy as it meant he’d be around a bit more often.

Pushing the locker room door open, she stepped in just as Soarin emerged from the showers, wiping his face with a towel. His downcast expression turned into a smile when he saw the mare. His eyes went wide in shock though, for even though she had been to a few formal balls with him, he’d never seen her wearing such an extravagant dress. For her, that is.

Sunset orange over her torso and green skirt that had a white trim and white diamond pattern hiding her legs made up her outfit, with her forearms attired by a pair of white elbow gloves. His gaze travelled down her legs to her feet, which were in red heels with a green ribbon and bow over the toes. Forcing his gaze back up, he noticed her mane had been put up into a large bun, with some ends left in curls, a tiara with orange and green jewels in it.

Walking over to her, Soarin went to pull her close, but she pushed him away, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Ah don’t think so, sugarcube. Questions might be asked if Ah turn up with a wet dress. How about ya sit on this here bench?”

He did as instructed, blinking in surprise as the towel that was around his waist was pulled away and dropped to the floor. Applejack stepped away, biting her lip as she rolled the green skirt up, revealing the orange part of it went down to her thighs, pulling that out of the way and the tops of her white stockings and her panties were presented to him. Very slowly, she slid them out of the way and showed him her marehood. “Like what ya see?”

“I sure do.”

Grinning at him, Applejack dropped her skirt and reached behind her back, undoing the zip. She slipped the dress down her arms, her breasts falling free, and then over her hips. Her panties went with the dress to her ankles, and one by one she lifted her feet out of the pile of clothes, her heels making dull thuds on the tiles as she stepped closer to Soarin.

She placed her arms on his shoulders and slid into his lap, pressing her muzzle against his. She moaned lightly into his mouth when his hands grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed them firmly, the mare writhing about.

Applejack pulled away with a giggle when she felt something hardening underneath her, reaching between her legs and massaging the growing length. Soarin dropped his muzzle to her neck and took her skin between his teeth, biting down until she squirmed, grabbing his cock tighter.

He knew that would drive her crazy, so moved his teeth just to the side and sank in once more, his ear flicking as she let out a loud shriek. Lifting her hips up, she guided his tip into her awaiting cunny, sliding down his shaft.

Soarin went to lie down on the bench, but lost his balance and they ended up rolling to the floor, the pegasus on top of the mare. He went to ask if she was okay when she let out giggle, placing a hand on the back of his head and pulling his lips against her own. She wiggled her hips, causing his shaft to slide out a little, then wrapped her legs around his waist and tugged him back in.

Taking the hint, Soarin began to rock his hips back and forth, leaning down to nip the bit of skin between her shoulder and neck. Knowing he didn’t have long to get outside before Spitfire came to find him, he began to pound away, the sounds coming from Applejack encouraging him on.

Coupled with the cock sliding in and out of her and the skin biting, it didn’t take long for Applejack to reach orgasm, pulling Soarin closer to her as her body tensed up, screaming into his ear. The stallion followed a moment later, giving a groan as his cock throbbed and he shot his load deep inside her.

Applejack shifted, rolling them over so that she was on top, pressing down in a soft kiss. Two sets of emerald eyes met when their lips broke, Applejack giving a quiet giggle. “Sugarcube?

“Yeah?”

“Ah think you need ‘nother shower. An’ Ah can help with yer wings.”

“Macintosh Apple.”

The stallion’s ear flicked, and he slowly turned to face the voice. Stood to his side with a neutral expression was Twilight Sparkle. With a nod of her head she indicated a side room and walked towards it. Mac hesitated a moment, and it took his sister jabbing him in the ribs to get him moving.

The room he stepped into was ominously dark, the only light, which was provided from the royal box, was closed off as the door shut. Standing perfectly still, he waited for his eyes to adjust to the dark, and as they did he noticed a faint outline just in front of him.

“Are you still going to be an asshole?”

“No, Ah ain’t.”

“Good.” Mac thought Twilight was just going to walk out on him, so when he felt her slender arms wrap around his neck and pull his head down so she could kiss him, he relaxed. It took him a moment, but then he sent his arms around her back and lifted her into the air, pressing back into the kiss with a lot of passion. There was a needy gasp when their lips parted, Twilight’s horn was glowing and Mac could finally see her eyes. “It’s only been a few days, but I missed you.”

“Ah missed you too, Twi. An’ Ah just wanna say… Ah’m sorry for mah actimph.” Twilight cut him off with another kiss, squirming in his grip until he set her down, and her horn glowed a little brighter. Taking his hand, she pulled him over to a desk, turning around and bending over, looking back at him with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

“There’s something else I missed too…” A lavender glow appeared around the bottom of her dress, which slowly lifted until it was over her hips, revealing a pair of lace black panties. A wiggle of her ass enticed him in, and she gave a happy sigh as she felt his hand drifting across her rump.

A familiar weight made itself known upon her back, as well as a certain bulge against her crotch, and her ear was taken gently between Mac’s teeth, getting nibbled. Biting her lip, Twilight reached down her body and between her legs, fiddling with her stallion’s pants. Once the belt buckle was loosened, she slipped a hand down and firmly gripped the growing shaft.

One of Mac’s hands drifted around to Twilight’s front, rubbing the outside of her panties and making her moan. She pressed herself back against him, using her ass to help him along, then gave a giggle when Mac pulled his hand away from her eager pussy and moved her tail out of the way.

She spread her legs, then felt his tip pressing against her tight lips. She let out a shuddering breath as he slid in, his cock sending wonderful tingles up her spine from the stimulation her body had been missing. She frowned in confusion when he stopped pressing in, drawing back out a little instead.

Twi was expecting him to be down and ready for quick, intense fucking, but instead he wanted to take his time. She wasn’t going to complain, reaching a hand up so that she could pull Mac’s head down, turning hers to kiss him passionately.

Mac, although not entirely sure he was forgiven, was busy concentrating on his mare’s pleasure, enjoying every little aroused moan and squeal that escaped her mouth, the feeling of her warm walls around him once more bringing him some happiness. He varied how far he would slide in or draw back each time, trying to keep her from growing too used to stimulation in certain areas.

Reaching around, Mac took Twilight’s breasts in hands and gave them a firm squeeze, a grin coming to his muzzle as she tried to push back and take him further in, but he just pulled his crotch back, getting a needy groan from her.

That’s all he kept doing, even as her marehood tried to suck him in further, Twilight’s arousal level reaching the breaking point, which she made known vocally, and certainly not quietly. She let out a whimper when he stopped, going to stand up, but he pressed down against her and held her arms against the table, keeping her in place.

She fought back of course, but didn’t mind what he was doing; after all, if she wanted out, she still had her magic. After a few moments her heavy breaths and heaving chest calmed to a more sedate pace, then her eyes went wide as Mac began his mercilessly slow assault upon her snatch anew.

Once, twice, thrice… Twilight tried to keep a tally for when they got back somewhere a bit more private, but she soon lost count. Nothing she did made Mac push her over that metaphorical edge, and the stamina he was legendary for back in Ponyville was showing. Twilight looked over her shoulder with a very flustered face, increasing the glow on her horn, seeing that he hadn’t even broken a sweat.

A sudden click made two sets of eyes go wide, and they looked behind them as the door to the royal booth opened, the sounds of celebrations coming through. Twilight dialed her magic down until it only showed Mac’s face just as one figure stepped into the room, not even looking in their direction, and closed the door behind them.

“Mistress? Master? Is everything okay?”

Twilight saw Mac’s smirk, shaking her head before he drew back and slammed in, making her give a loud moan. Another click in the room caused both ponies to blink as the lights turned on, the pair looking towards where a single changeling stood, staring at them with a cocked head.

“I see everything is fine. I shall leave you alone now.” He turned around, but Twilight’s whispering voice made him pause. Then he heard Mac responding, his mistress calling over afterwards.

“Lecture… come, join us.” Twilight was surprised to see her changeling act nervous, but she couldn’t deny that’s how he seemed as he slowly walked over, his head still cocked as he watched the two ponies. “In front of me please.”

He did as bid, staring down at his mistress as his master started to work her over once more. As the stallion carried on, the mare had her hands working at the changelings crotch, loosening his trousers. He gave a gasp as they slid down his legs, then felt a hand grip his shaft.

“Lecture?”

“Yes, mistress?”

“Are you okay with this?”

“Well… I am, mistress… but I’ve never done anything like this before.”

Twilight looked over her shoulder at Mac, who just had an eyebrow raised to show his surprise. Turning back to Lecture, Twilight gave him a small smile and tugged him closer.

“Then you’re going to enjoy yourself.”

Lecture’s eyes went wide as Twilight took his cock into her mouth, batting at his tip with her tongue, then trailed it along his underside as she pushed further down. The changeling let out a gasp when he looked down to see his entire shaft buried deep within her muzzle, and he felt like he should be doing something, so looked up at his master.

"I don't know what to do."

'See how Ah'm holding her hips?' Lecture looked hard, seeing the way Mac’s hands both supported Twilight and kept her steady, as well as giving her a good fondle every now and then.

'Yes.'

“Place one hand behind ‘er head an’ hold on.”

Lecture did as he was told, unsure how it would help, but found out as Mac increased the speed of his thrusts. Every time the stallion drew back, Twilight went with him a little and dragged her lips from the base of Lecture’s cock to her lips parting around his tip to take a deep breath.

Mac would then plunge back into her depths, pushing her back along Lecture’s shaft until his tip tickled the back of her throat. If not for the happy moans coming from his mistress, Lecture would be worried he was hurting her, something she seemed to sense as she reached out and stroked his thigh whilst staring up at him.

The frequency between her moans decreased, her eyes scrunching shut as Mac began to slam in hard, causing her to suck harder around Lecture’s cock as she breathed. The changeling reached his tipping point, giving a gasp as he felt his shaft throbbing, looking down to see Twilight sucking hard.

He pulled out and slumped into the chair behind the desk, Twilight staring back at him with her mouth wide open, showing him her cum covered tongue. She then closed her lips and swallowed, keeping eye contact.

“Mmm, tastes like bananaahs!” Twilight’s eyes lit up as Mac finally let her orgasm, her body thudding against the desk as the pleasure coursed through her and she writhed about between her stallion and the desk.

Mac followed a moment later, pushing in with one last strong thrust and burying himself as deep as he could, letting out a groan as his pulsing penis filled up his mare with wave after wave of his spunk. He pulled out, offering Twilight his hand and helping her stand, then bent down and pressed his lips softly to hers.

“Um… mistress? How are we supposed to go back outside?”

Leaning against Mac’s chest, Twilight smiled at Lecture, her horn glowing bright. With a lavender flash they were gone from the room, re-appearing in an empty locker room. Mac gave a snort of amusement and started to strip off, stepping towards the showers, Lecture following his example after Twilight nodded to him.

Once she heard the water flowing, Twilight waited a few moments and then giggled at the shocked screams that filled the locker room; she knew the only one with hot water was the one set aside for the Wonderbolts after their entrance show.

“Are you sure we’ll be okay this time, Spike?”

“Yes, now open up.”

Sweetie Belle refused, so Spike pushed his hand between her closed legs and rubbed at her pussy, making the unicorn gasp. That’s when he took his chance, slipping the bright red ball into her mouth and buckling it in tightly. when he stepped away, he grinned at the grumpy frown and moved behind her.

Taking hold of her wrists, Spike placed them in an ‘X’ shape with them behind her back, grabbing a short length of black rope and tying them in position. He then went to tie her elbows with a lengthy piece, not as tightly together as she could take because of the position her arms were put in due to the bonds around her wrists.

The rope was sent around her upper arms, chest, and over her breasts, then over the front of her left shoulder, around the back of her neck, and down to her right shoulder, where it wound back around to the ropes around her elbows and Spike tied it off.

Sweetie gave it a test, finding that her arms had minimal freedom of movement. Sitting her down on the bed, Spike folded her legs over so that one ankle was on top of the other, binding them in place, then used a small bit of rope to pull them close to her breasts, leaving her in a nice ball. He stepped back and smirked as he watched his mare struggle, the room filled with the sound of her muffled moaning and her black and red striped latex corselette squeaking as it shifted over her body.

Spike added one more item to the mix, a blindfold over Sweetie Belle’s eyes, and began to teasingly touch different areas of her body. A thigh, a nipple, a sensual rub of the shoulders. It was sending her crazy, not knowing what was coming next, and there was a muffled cry as she jolted back from his probing claw stroking her marehood. She tipped backwards onto the mattress, and the way her legs were tied left her on full display for her husband.

Sweetie gave a muffled whimper when she heard him laugh, then felt something cold pressed against her pussy. It took her a moment to work out what it was, but that small period was all Spike needed to click it on, watching his wife’s limbs tense in the ropes as the powerful vibrations started.

Her bonds defeated her attempts at breaking free, her limbs tensing as the vibrations only got stronger; it was a new one from The Crop which they had not tested yet. The mare was usually good at controlling her orgasms, waiting until she was given permission to cum when it was her turn to play the sub, yet this new vibrator had her at the edge within a few moments.

A muffled scream filled the room as she peaked, her legs straining so hard against the ropes that she ended up pulling herself back into a sitting position. Unfortunately for her, this made her sit right on top of the powerful toy, which was still buzzing away and assaulting her marehood once more.

She went to move, but felt Spike’s claws on her shoulders, keeping her in place. It didn’t take long for her arousal levels to hit maximum again, the mare pressing back against her husband’s chest as she whimpered and moaned through her orgasm. She panted around the gag, thankful when she felt the vibrations stop and the item pulled out from under her.

Sweetie grunted when Spike rolled her onto her front, feeling him pressing up against her from behind. She wiggled her hips with a giggle, then moaned as her attempt at enticing him in worked, his shaft slipping easily into her slick and dripping cunny.

Knowing they had some time in the house alone, but not exactly how much, Spike began in earnest, thrusting back and forth as fast as he could, his tongue hanging out as he panted. The walls around him were already doing their best to get him to give up his seed, yet he held off. He placed his claws on top of her cutie marks and squeezed firmly, smirking as she shuddered.

He shifted them a little so that her head was buried in the pillows, making her sounds of lust even more muffled as he felt her coming close once more. He slowed down a bit to keep her at that plateau for several minutes, savoring every moan and squeal that he could hear.

Spike felt his cock clenched even tighter, Sweetie Belle’s hands clenching and her arms straining in their bonds as she hit another orgasm, and with one final strong thrust and a snarl of passion, the drake erupted inside of his mare. His hips jerked and he drew back a little, but her pussy sucked him back in each time.

Pulling out, Spike sat down and looked at his wife’s cunt, a smirk on his face as some of his seed dribbled free. Ordinarily, he’d leave her in position until he was ready to go again, but this time he reached first for her wrists and unbound them.

He continued until her limbs were free, rubbing softly where the ropes had been keeping her in place, yet he left the blindfold on and gag in. Sweetie Belle simply whimpered as he worked, happy to just lay there in her post orgasmic bliss.

She felt Spike’s claw reached behind her head, a deep gasp for breath coming from her as the gag was finally removed, and the blindfold slid up to reveal the green eyes of her husband. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of her, peppering his snout with soft kisses. When they broke away, Spike helped her sit up and then get free of her clothes, followed by picking her up and carrying her into the attached wetroom.

He quickly ran back out and locked the bedroom door, not wanting to have a repeat of their last session in his parents’ home.

Stepping into her penthouse, Rainbow Dash eagerly kicked off the heels that made the footwear for her Wonderbolts dress uniform. She ignored the door being closed behind her and walked further into the room, stripped her jacket off and lazily draped it over the back of a chair, giving a happy sigh as she sprawled out on the couch and closed her eyes.

Upon feeling somepony sit at her feet and gently lift her legs, she opened her eyes a moment later, staring into Boreal Spear’s brown eyes as he slid under her. A pleased groan escaped from the mare as his hands began to massage her shins softly.

“You don’t normally dance that long.”

She raised an eyebrow at him, but then broke into a fit of giggles at his smirk.

“No, but I had to keep up Equestrian-Neighponese relations, especially after what Big Mac did!”

“It is my understanding that Macintosh has resolved the issue. Now come, I am trying to help you relax, yet you are just getting tense again.” Boreal pulled her into his lap, then wrapped his arms around her and stood up, walking towards the bedroom.

Rainbow pouted up at him, but otherwise didn’t resist as he set her on the bed and slowly stripped her blouse from her. He rolled her onto her front and straddled her hips, the much smaller mare looking crushed beneath him, but he was barely touching her. He continued the massage, getting the knots out of her muscles and turning her into a limp pile of limbs.

He slowly worked down her body, slightly surprised that she didn’t buck him off of her and ride him to exhaustion when he went to work on her wings, as it had been a long time since he had worked a mare’s wings over without garnering such a reaction. In time he made it down to the last area that required his attention; he bent Dash’s legs so that her soles faced the ceiling, and gently rubbed them.

It seemed he had a tough area to work as Dash moaned and squirmed on the bed, her toes wiggling as he worked over her feet. He increased pressure a little, causing her to giggle and snort in her sleep, the stallion cocking his head with a intrigued look on his face.

Reaching for a couple of feathers that had fallen loose from her wings, Boreal positioned himself so that his back was to Dash, wrapping her ankles with an arm. He placed the feathers between the fingers of his free hands and clenched, then slowly eased them towards Dash.

A brush from heel to toe got an instantaneous reaction, Dash awaking with a loud snort as she tried to get her legs free, but Boreal held firm and started making small circles with the feathers on her feet. Loud guffaws filled the room as the mare thrashed about, her eyes shut tight as the tickle onslaught laid waste to her relaxed state.

Again and again the fiendish stallion assaulted her sensitive soles, Dash’s struggles growing weaker as the exhaustion from the day forced her to submit, a pillow firmly between her teeth and tears of mirth in the corners of her eyes. Just when she thought he was done, the feathers graced her once more, causing her to scream into the pillow.

It reached a point where she couldn’t take it anymore, twisting her body round and throwing her pillow at the back of Boreal’s head. The surprise attack made him loosen his grip just enough for her to slip out, and as soon as she was free she ran to the bathroom.

He was a little confused, then gave a chuckle, realising he had tickled her to the point where she nearly peed herself. Standing from the bed whilst she took care of her needs, he stripped from his own dress uniform and threw back the bed covers.

Just as he was about to lie down, Dash slammed into him from behind, knocking him to the mattress. He rolled over, only to find her ready to snuggle down on his chest and kiss him softly, before nuzzling in under his chin.

As it was still quite warm, due to the summer weather, he forsook the covers and instead draped a wing over his wife, closing his eyes and listening to her light breathing as she drifted off to sleep.

Author's Notes:

Woo, sex!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PqI-28meTZ8

Been a while since we had one of mostly sex, right?