We got about five feet past a 'Restricted Access' door before Trixie burst into laughter, leaning against the wall and clutching her stomach. "Twilight Velvet…! And Night Light…?! Twilight's PARENTS?? Aaaaahahahaa!!" Her boobs jiggled madly as she guffawed, as if to punctuate her reaction.

Moondancer and I were much less amused, but we had to admit Trixie was right in that the situation we'd left behind was absolutely absurd.

Still giggling, Trixie set her back against the wall and slid down until her blue bubble butt landed where the wall met the floor. She wiped a few tears from her eyes and said, "I think I'm over Princess Sparkle now. Heehee! I really think I am!"

"That's great," I deadpanned.

Moondancer, meanwhile, was fixated on a different issue. "We just met Fancy Pants," she stated in awe, and paused for effect. "FANCY PANTS. And he was okay with… my childhood friend's parents being sexual blimps – what the FUCK!"

"You, uh, enjoying that partial immunity there, Dancer?" I asked.

"I'm sorry, it– I– I feel like I…" Moondancer let out a nervous laugh, sending her bikini-bound breasts bouncing. "Like I have to point it out, or else I'll forget and get swept under again. And then I'm not really 'me,' you know?" The moment she admitted that, she adopted a look of fear before me. "I mean, that's okay for me to do, right…?"

Trixie just scoffed as she got up from the floor. "You could just enjoy it. That's what I'm doing, and I don't feel that different, or like I'm a different pony."

My eyes darted to Trixie's big blue tits, then back up to her face. "Nope. Not a different pony at all," I said just a little bit sarcastically. After all, the naughty, nubile girl before me was a far cry from the reticent and introspective magician I'd met on the train.

"I'm still the Great and Powerful Trixie," she said, noticing where my eyes had traveled. She started gently pawing at her own tits to tease me. "Just a Trixie that's getting in touch with her sexy exhibitionist side. That was always there, but I've never had an opportunity to cut loose."

I enjoyed watching those boobs getting played with as I thought about it for a moment, then looked back at the worried bookworm. "She actually brings up a good point."

"She does?" Moondancer asked, also distracted by the performer starting to play with herself.

"I can't… I can only change people so far. It stops at your cutie mark." I couldn't resist the temptation to firmly place a hand on Moondancer's nearly-bare firm buttock, making her jump a little. "…Ahem. I can't change the core of who you are. That just straight-up fails."

The student adjusted her glasses, craned her neck to look at my hand on her ass, then looked back at me. "But… a few hours ago I would've slapped you for that." I chuckled, and she continued, "Doesn't that make me a different pony?"

Not a light question. "Well… Yes and no? Your reactions towards me have changed, but… not necessarily all your other reactions. I mean, I can influence people, and that's not nothing, but…"

Trixie decided to join in by sliding against me and magically pulling my hand toward her ass, so that I found myself cradling two busty ladies in my arms. She leaned into my shoulder and smirked. "Go on."

I put on a nervous grin. "Anyway… Anyway, my point is… Night Light, Twilight Velvet, Fancy Pants, they're all still them. I haven't changed who they are fundamentally. I've just… put them in a situation where the one thing they can't do is say, 'Ew, gross, fucking stop!' Everything else? That's them."

Moondancer processed this for a few moments, and eventually relented a little bit. "Okay, but up to that, you can convince anyone to do anything, and even manipulate how they feel about it."

"Still working on that," I interjected. Rainbow Dash was my one success story of actually making a pony feel a certain way about something, but then there was Lyrica Lilac, Rook, and Ms. Harshwhinny – ponies who'd responded in unexpected ways. "Control is… tricky. People react differently to different stimulus. And let's face it, I'm no Ph.D. in psychology. All I can do is… suggest new rules."

"That's huge, though," Moondancer insisted.

"It is! Not denying that. It's incredible power, but…" I gave kind of a sheepish shrug. "It's… not quite absolute power?"

Trixie moved away from me casually and made a sweeping gesture down the hall. "Come on, you two. The Wonderbolts are waiting."

In the interest of wrapping things up, I said, "So don't feel like you have to, y'know, keep your head above water. That's not really how this works. And besides, having fun in ways no one else ever has is kind of the point. We're not going to break anything today, y'know?"

Moondancer winced slightly and placed a hand on the side of her head. "And because you said it like that, now I'm inclined to believe it."

And now I was a little ticked off. "Hey, I gave you a pretty damn honest argument. I don't know a whole lot of 'evil' mind controllers, but do you think they would do that?"

"You don't need special powers to 'change' someone's mind," Trixie added.

"Sorry, sorry," Moondancer mumbled. She pulled away from my hand and said, "Let's just go, then."

I nodded, and led the way down the hall. "Right. Let's fuck some Wonderbolts."

Moondancer winced. "Do you have to say it like that?"

"It's what we're here to do," I replied. "And on a day like today, just saying that, by itself, doesn't hurt anyone."

The student made an unconvinced noise but followed along with me and Trixie. "Fancy Pants…" she muttered to herself. "We got Fancy Pants…"

The back halls of the stadium were a maze to get through, all bland beige halls and boring carpeting, and the signage giving directions to where things were was sparse and unhelpful. It was quiet, too. The only ponies we heard for a while were behind their office doors, doing the administrative work of the day.

Eventually, though, we found a hall where the carpet gave way to tile, and there was finally a sign saying that the lockers were in that direction. We could also hear faint echoes of conversation, quickly growing louder as we got closer.

The voices coming from the locker rooms reached a fever pitch as we got within about ten feet of the entrance, though the acoustics of the hallway prevented us from understanding the specific words spoken. There was a very loud "FINE!" yelled, causing me and my companions to stop for a second, and then we heard grumbling and the sounds of bare hoof-feet stepping on tile.

Trixie, Moondancer, and I looked amongst ourselves. "That was… something," Trixie said. Then she grinned. "Sounds like there's some behind-the-scenes drama going on. And who better to deal with it than someone who can directly influence their minds?"

I was absolutely on-board with this. "Alright. Let's go help the Wonderbolts."

Moondancer was momentarily baffled. "So we're not fucking them?"

"Oh, we're doing both," I replied. "We can do both. They're not mutually exclusive."

The bookworm made a whimpering noise in her throat and followed along as we reached the entrance to the locker rooms.

First we saw what seemed to be a small shared locker space with benches. It had just been vacated, and a couple of Wonderbolts bodysuits were strewn about. There were two exits, one of each side – leading to the stallions' lockers and showers on the left, while the mares' lockers and showers were on the right. We could already hear running water from both sides.

Trixie's evil smile was in full force now. To me, she whispered, "I vote we fuck them first. Y'know, before we try helping them."

"Oh, c'mon…" Moondancer sighed at Trixie's brazen attitude.

I just shrugged and nodded in agreement. "We'll need some time anyway to understand what the problem is and what to do about it, so…"

"Hey!" a sharp female voice echoed out from the entranceway on the right. Apparently our voices hadn't been quiet enough. "Who's there?"

"Uh, Pascal!" I shouted back immediately. "Pascal the human! It's alright for me and my friends to be back here and see you guys! Naked!"

There was a very loud but defeated groan from inside. "Ugggh! What are you, some kind of stalking fan?"

"Not exactly!" I yelled back. "I've been in this world for all of three weeks and I'm in Canterlot for maybe only one day! Figured I'd see the Wonderbolts I've heard so much about! It's kind of a bucket-list thing!"

"Not even 'kind of,'" Trixie remarked.

"Fine, fine," the voice relented. "Come on in, I guess."

With permission given, Trixie dashed over to the stallion entrance and peered around the corner. Whatever she saw caused her to gasp in delight. "It's Soarin! And Fire Streak! Hel-LO!"

Before I could blink, Moondancer was peering around Trixie's shoulder.

"Uh, hi," a rather raspy male voice replied. "Nice to meet you?"

Trixie looked back at me with a half-pleading expression. "You don't… mind if we have a little… fun without you, do you?"

Moondancer seemed to suddenly realize where she was and stepped back a little. "Uh, I-I don't… I'm not…"

Regarding Trixie's question, I had to admit a part of me didn't like the idea of sharing. A primal part that said these were MY mares, MINE to fuck. The self-conscious part of me answered that I was still inadequate compared to pony stallions and Trixie of all people deserved a better fuck than I could give her. Both of those knee-jerk responses were shitty, so I just went with my libido, and it said that if I were back home browsing porn, I'd probably love to see a curvy anthro Trixie getting spitroasted.

So I shrugged. "Go for it." I stepped towards the stallion entrance and said, "Hey, guys? This is the Great and Powerful Trixie. I need you to do whatever she says for a little bit."

"Uh, anything she says?" the same male voice from before asked, though there was an edge of hopefulness to it. "Alright, I guess."

"Sure thing," another deeper voice replied.

Trixie beamed back at me. "You're the best. And I assume you'll handle the mares?"

"I'll try," I said back.

"What about you, Moondancer? Want to join me?"

The busty bookworm looked back and forth between us anxiously. "I… Ohh… Gah, I wish I could split into two ponies and keep an eye on you both at the same time…"

Trixie laughed. "Keep an eye on us, she says. It's okay if you want to watch."

"I'm more worried about what you two will do!" Moondancer protested, blushing heavily now. Eventually, she put a hand on my shoulder. "I'll… I'll stay with Pascal, since he's the one with… y'know."

"Suit yourself. More for me." Trixie moved away from the stallion lockers' entrance and magically lifted her hat off her head, then looked at us expectantly. "Well? Can't exactly shower with your clothes on, can you?"

"Suppose so," I agreed, and reached for the collar of my shirt. Then I noticed that Trixie was staring at me pretty intently. "What?"

"This'll be the first time I see you naked," Trixie explained gleefully. "It took long enough."

She was right. My entire day so far had been spent in the same set of clothes, never doing more than opening up my pants to let my dick out. I had liked the disparity at the start of this whole sex slave thing, but a few hours in, now it sounded awfully strange.

I pulled my shirt over my head and was immediately smothered in my own sweaty scent. After I pulled it off and went to undo my pants, I frowned and said, "Huh, I probably actually do need a shower. I thought that's what the cleanup spells were for."

"They're really not… meant to be a perfect substitute for proper cleaning," Moondancer explained, her eyes now just as fixated on me as Trixie's.

"Fair enough." I kicked my shoes off and pushed down my pants and underwear, leaving me mostly nude.

"Aww, not going to give us a strip-tease?" Trixie faux-whined as she took off her boots.

I was a little weirded out, to be honest. "I'm an alien, and you've got two genuine pony studs in the next room to ogle. You really want to see MY body?"

"It's the one that's been fucking me," Trixie said candidly, her eyes traveling up and down as I divested of my clothes entirely. "Really, all you are is a bit… undernourished. And hairy. But not unappealingly so…"

"Still not ideal," I said before I could stop myself.

Trixie gave me a very unimpressed look and held it for a second. "Pascal, Pascal. One day, one of these days, I swear I'm going to cure you of those damned stupid insecurities." And without another word, she strode fully nude into the stallions' locker room.

A long awkward silence hung between me and Moondancer while we listened to the running of water echoing from the rooms around us.

Finally, Moondancer took her glasses off and placed them beside Trixie's hat on the nearby bench. "It's funny…" she muttered. "I forgot that beneath that power and the moral conundrum you represent… you're still a person."

There was a temptation to say 'not a great one,' but I'd just gotten called out for that sort of talk. So I reconsidered and said, "That's kind of what I have to do every second of every day, with you ponies and your bodies. So… turnabout's probably fair play here."

Moondancer sat down to take off her high-heeled sandals, her fairly massive breasts pressing into her knees as she leaned down to unstrap them. "I mean, I can't exactly be fair on you because of what you can do… but I guess seeing you as a person rather than a set of traits or principles…" She kicked off the footwear and sat back up. "I don't know. I think I'm realizing that the way I've been arguing isn't right. It's not some debate club I need to convince… it's YOU. And I don't know enough about you."

I shrugged. "I'm a helpless, lonely pervert. You know that, at least."

The bookworm reached for her string bikini top, hesitated, then pulled it up and over her head, exposing her thick pink nipples. "Trixie might be right about one thing," she said, as she got up and lowered the dark red thong, rendering her fully nude as well. She tossed it with the rest of hers and Trixie's effects and looked at me. "You're going to have a hard time making a good decision if you can't find the good in yourself."

I glanced down at Moondancer's exposed labia, then somehow managed to look back up at her eyes. "Hell of a thing to say while you're stripping."

Moondancer's eyelids lowered to a flat look. "And you're not listening." She let out a big sigh and gestured towards the mares' lockers. "Fine, loverboy. Let's go and get the urge to fuck out of your system."

Disheartened by her cynical turn but not really able to deny it either, I spun around and walked through the mares' side entrance, with Moondancer in tow.

One left turn later, and we were inside. A thrill went through me at the idea that I was in the girls' locker room. This locker area was a more expansive one than the central room we'd just come from, and beyond it was a doorway to a communal shower area. I couldn't see much from the far side of the room, but from the sounds and the occasional glimpse of a colorful tail, it seemed like there were four mares showering right now.

My feet carried me forward almost automatically, but Moondancer went for a nearby bench and sat down. I looked back and said, "What's up?"

"I… don't know if I want to participate," she replied nervously. "I'll just… watch for now." Her legs spread out a little, and a hand strayed toward her inner thigh. I understood.

Alone, I walked the rest of the length of the room and stepped through the threshold into the communal showers. Four muscular butts greeted me.

One of the butts, clearly Captain Spitfire's, turned away as the owner faced me, hands running through her mane to rinse the soap out. "So you're the human, huh?" she said flatly, looking me up and down. Her voice was the same one that had shouted at us at the beginning.

The other three wet mares looked at me as well. One had teal skin and a white mane – that was probably Fleetfoot. One had white skin and a yellow mane – would that be Surprise? The one I didn't recognize had light olive skin and a two-tone blue mane. I was surprised I could name three out of four by appearance alone.

"I heard about you," Fleetfoot remarked, admiring me with a bit more open appreciation. "Paper said you came from another planet, fell out of the sky or somethin'."

"That about covers it," I said, admiring them as well. Rainbow Dash had said the Wonderbolts had 'sex gods of both genders,' and while it was clear she had a preference for athletic types, she wasn't too far off the mark.

Each mare before me was lean but almost Amazonian in definition – their legs, arms, and abs were powerful and defined in varying degrees. And yet they were also deliciously curvy and reasonably stacked, the smallest being Spitfire, matching Rainbow Dash's 'small' F-cups, and the largest being Surprise with a pair to rival her own head. To say nothing of their asses, which were framed by universally wide hips and relatively thick, powerful thighs, with cushiony cheeks big and firm enough to bounce a coin off.

Trixie was bubbly, Moondancer was bountiful, but these four mares were strong, very strong. The only thing that kept them from being imposing was their thin frames and short stature – I stood taller than a couple of them.

The nerd in me had to wonder how aerodynamic such curvy mares could be, regardless of strength. Maybe the strength was there for compensation? Maybe magic was involved, making their assets a non-issue, as it seemed to be the case for just about every other situation?

"You just come in here to stare at us, or what?" Surprise asked. Her tone wasn't even accusatory, just curious.

"That better not be all he came for," the mysterious fourth mare said, staring openly at my rapidly hardening cock.

"Down, Misty Fly," Spitfire grumbled.

"Oh, I'll go down if he returns the favor…" Misty Fly said sultrily.

"HEY!" The Wonderbolts captain pointed an angry finger at her subordinate. "What did we JUST talk about?"

And then there came a muffled 'Oh, yes!' through the wall behind Spitfire, soon followed by a series of wet slapping sounds. Spitfire turned around and pounded a fist against the wall. "The hell are you doing over there?!"

The slapping stopped for a second. "Sorry, cap!" came Soarin's muffled voice. "We were asked to do what she told us to do, and, well…!"

"That's my friend Trixie," I explained calmly. "What's happening over there is with my permission."

Spitfire looked wild-eyed at me, then facepalmed hard. "Oh my fucking Luna…" The other three mares started giggling naughtily. We heard Trixie shout 'Keep going! Mmlph!' through the wall, and the intense fucking resumed.

Fleetfoot finished her rinse and shut off the shower head above her. "So, human, were you thinking of doing the same for us?"

Immediately, Misty Fly yelled, "Dibs!"

"Aw, c'mon!" Surprise protested. "My nips are killing me over here!"

"Hey," Fleetfoot said with a grin, "he's got a dick, mouth, and hands, doesn't he?" And just like that, I started to worry for my short-term health.

"Are you KIDDING me??" Spitfire nearly screamed. She glared at me with such intensity that I thought her mane might actually catch on fire and said, "Tell them to stop. I do NOT need this right now."

"Lighten up!" Fleetfoot countered. "Show's over, practice is over, there's no one else watching – we're off the clock!"

"Yeah, now we can get on the cock!" Misty Fly joked. I rolled my eyes, but I was in no position to be throwing stones in my glass house of terrible sex puns.

Spitfire was getting so red in the face that it looked like the water from the shower was rising off her fit, curvy body as steam. You could practically hear the tea-kettle whistle coming out of her ears. Then, finally, she turned around and shouted, "Fine, FINE! Get the urge to fuck out of your system. Just let me finish my Celestia-damned shower in peace!"

Before I could take note of the parallel with Moondancer there, I was practically tackled by a flying pegasus mare and flown back into the locker room, to be unceremoniously dropped onto my back on a bench.

I barely had enough time to balance myself and say "What" before a teal pussy landed on my mouth, with thick thighs trapping my face on either side. Within the same second, a pair of olive hands roughly grabbed my dick and held it in place as their owner's snatch dropped onto it with force that knocked the wind out of me. I had barely enough wits about me to stick my tongue through the pussy lips rubbing on my face, and was rewarded by the mare on my head frantically grinding on me.

Meanwhile, I heard Surprise's voice from off to the side. "Hey, who's your other friend?"

"M-Moondancer…"

"You up for some fun?"

"Uh, no, no, I'm just… watching…"

"Suit yourself!" The sound of hooves clacked across the floor until they stood at the end of the bench where my head was pinned. "Fleetyyy! Let him get his hands free!"

My hands weren't exactly pinned – they were welcome to grab an asscheek each of Misty Fly bouncing on my dick and Fleetfoot grinding on my face. But at Surprise's request, Fleetfoot stood up long enough to free my shoulders and allow me to pull up my arms past my head and within grabbing range of Surprise, who immediately placed my hands on her sizable tits.

"PLEASE tell me you know a thing or two about boobgasms…" Surprise pleaded.

I wanted to very loudly express my enthusiasm for this idea, but Fleetfoot had dropped back on my face with not too little force, and Misty Fly had started using her vaginal control to squeeze me with each lift of her hips, making me feel like my precum was being sucked out with a vacuum pump. So all I could get out was a prolonged "Mmmmmmmgh."

Surprise took that as a good sign and mashed my hands hard against her breasts, compressing the marshmallow-like masses between my fingers and pressing her dark red, diamond-hard nipples into my palms. I spent only a few moments stroking each breast the best I could in my upside-down position, then I went straight for those nipples, pinching and pulling with just a bit of roughness, making Surprise squeal in delight and cry for more, harder.

A distraction threw me off, however, when Misty Fly all of a sudden clamped down hard with her pussy, and I felt liquid trickle down the exposed portion of my cock. With how little focus I had, I somehow managed to avoid cumming myself, but I mentally patted myself on the back for one mare down, two to go.

Except Misty Fly didn't really stop after that. She slowly lifted off my rock-hard dick, but immediately knelt down beside the bench and gobbled it into her muzzle, sucking hard and slobbering over it. It was all I could do to keep licking cunt and rubbing boobs under that assault, but I tried so, so hard.

Fleetfoot groaned, but not in a happy way. I feared she was getting bored with my frantic licking of her inner walls. I was near-mad trying to hold back my own orgasm with the sloppy blowjob I was getting on top of everything else, so I pulled back as much as I could, gave her outer lips a tender lick, and went digging for that big pony clit. Didn't take long. Fleetfoot bucked her hips against my face immediately, and I thrashed that nub with my tongue until she was crushing my head against the bench with how hard she was pushing against me.

I was so distracted that I was basically just tugging on Surprise's nipples much harder than I intended, but that seemed to be the ticket for her – the white pegasus was gasping over me with her hands buried in her crotch. I refocused and made a few milking motions, rubbing down her entire tits across as much surface area as I could grip, before going hard on the nipples one more time, pulling and rubbing with a three-fingered pinch. That caused Surprise to shudder across her entire body starting from her chest, and I just rubbed her boobs gently through the aftershocks.

It was then that I lost control, everything finally caught up to me, and I came into Misty Fly's mouth. She was facefucking herself so hard my cockhead was nearly lodged in her throat when it finally happened, but she gagged once and then swallowed everything I had to offer like a champ.

When Misty Fly finally came up for air and gulped down the last of my seed, Fleetfoot took one look at my half-hard cock and said, "My turn!" She bounced back from my head, bumping Misty Fly back with her ass and positioning herself for a fuck.

"My turn too!" Surprise yelled, and stood over my head so she could lower her dripping wet pussy over my mouth. This time I was sat on cowgirl style, so my nose and eyes were buried in big white pegasus butt before I was forced to get back to cunnilingus.

Fleetfoot spent some time with her hands stroking my cock back to full hardness. Misty Fly, meanwhile, pulled herself across my torso and led my left hand to between her thighs. "I'm not done yet either, colt." I took the hint and went probing into Misty Fly's inner depths with my fingers – back to multitasking for me.

Surprise's outer lips were more plump and prominent, so I spent some time simply sucking them whole with my mouth, though the position was a little tricky to do so. Fleetfoot finally coaxed my dick to full hardness, promptly impaled herself upon it, and immediately started milking my dick with her inner walls. And while I did my best to manage all this AND finger Misty Fly, the olive-skinned pegasus writhing on top of my hand started grinding her soccerball-sized tits across my belly like a veritable bitch in heat, desperate to get as much stimulation as possible.

I went for clitoral stimulation much more quickly with Misty Fly, going at it with my thumb while sticking two fingers deep inside for her to grind on. Surprise's pussy squeezed around my tongue as soon as I stuck it in, and she started humping my face as though my tongue were merely an especially nimble dildo.

They all took forever to get off the second time, whereas I didn't have nearly as much stamina. I couldn't hold back at all, and exploded with pleasure deep within Fleetfoot's snatch way faster than I had with Misty Fly. Despite me fingering Misty's slit as hard and as creatively as I could, it took a long time for her to finally cum around my hand. And even then, Surprise was still going strong on my face.

"Um…" I couldn't see, but I heard Moondancer shyly get off her seat and approach us cautiously. I wondered how long she'd been masturbating. "Can I… join in?"

Fleetfoot lifted her hips off my dick, a mixture of our fluids forming strands that connected my dick to her cunt. "You're… You're his friend? Yeah, sure, sounds good," she replied almost mindlessly.

Misty Fly stared at the creampie I'd just created with a look of sexual hunger. "Fleet, you gotta let me eat that."

Fleetfoot stepped off from me and nodded. "Okay. On the floor. Lemme at those tits. You eat Misty out while she eats me."

Moondancer jumped a little, startled at the order. It took me a second to realize that she was hesitating because she'd never performed cunnilingus before, and this was as tough an exam as there would ever be.

"Is there a problem?" Fleetfoot nearly growled.

"N-No, let's do this," Moondancer finally relented, and laid sideways on the tile floor.

All this happened, and Surprise still wasn't cumming, despite my tongue doing everything it could. I roughly tapped Surprise's ass a few times to signal her – I was completely out of breath, not to mention dizzy from her firm buttcheeks bouncing off my forehead.

Instead of taking the signal, though, Surprise had a different reaction to my rough ass-tapping. "Yes! HARDER!" Ah, fuck.

I spanked that ass sitting on my face with everything I had, earning a gasp and a quivering in her pussy every time my hand came down. After a few solid hits, finally, at long last, my face was drenched a second time in femcum.

Then she got up and bent over, bouncing her hips needily and winking her soaked pussy at me. "Fuck me! Fuck me fuck me fuckmefuckmefuckme!" Instead of calming her down, the orgasms seemed to have just riled her up even more.

At least Moondancer was handling the other two. Speaking of… As I pulled myself up to a standing position, I glanced down to see her, Fleetfoot, and Misty Fly engaged in an incomplete circle of cunnilingus on the floor, with Fleetfoot instead sucking on Moondancer's boobs and using her fingers to stimulate the bookworm's pussy instead.

That was enough to invigorate my cock for one more round. I didn't have much creativity left for anything other than hard and fast, so that's exactly what I gave Surprise. Just slammed it in, gripped her hips, and thrust for dear life.

Surprise was quite the sight, propping herself up with her hands on the bench, her legs spread to either side while I railed her from behind, causing her generous breasts to bounce back and forth madly.

For me, the constant stimulation was becoming overwhelming. Whenever I could summon enough strength to think, I would occasionally give her another spank, or reach forward and grope her sensitive tits. But for most of the fucking I just used her hips as an anchor for every pounding thrust, and hoped that was enough.

Thankfully, it was. Surprise squealed an octave reserved for opera singers and squeezed my cock tight, giving me the excuse to let go and flood her passage with my sperm. And once I was done, once my orgasm had run its course, I fell backwards and plopped onto the bench, completely spent.

Surprise stood up shakily, as did Fleetfoot and Misty Fly, the latter two leaving Moondancer a quivering puddle on the floor. Fleetfoot stretched and groaned pleasurably, saying, "Celestia, that was good…"

"So good," Misty Fly agreed, licking her sticky lips.

Panting for breath, Surprise looked at me and my companion and chuckled. "C'mon, let's clean up again and give these guys a break."

And so the three mares walked back into the shower, leaving us to recover in their collective sexual juices.

Slowly, I lurched up to a sitting position and rubbed my jaw. My tongue was especially sore, but so was my everything else. My dick was down for the count. Moondancer didn't seem to be faring a whole lot better, and I didn't even know what they'd had her do for just one round.

As she crawled toward the opposite bench, I couldn't help but snark. "So. That's what a reverse gangbang feels like. Good to know."

Moondancer finally got herself up to a seated position and faced me. Despite her messed-up mane and her tired, zombie-like expression… there was also a contented, enthralled glow about her. "That was… amazing. They just… PLAYED with me, like… Uhn." A pleasurable shudder traveled down her body.

I just gave her a thumbs-up. "Kinky. And thanks for taking the heat off me towards the end." I sighed. "I'm only human, after all."

"I'm a pony and that was rough," Moondancer replied. "I wonder how Trixie did with…"

As soon as she mentioned Trixie, we exchanged a look and immediately stood up. We both rushed to the central lockers (as fast as we could on wobbly legs), and what did we find?

Sitting on the bench next to our discarded clothes was Trixie. She was wet from head to toe, her mane was disheveled, her hands were rubbing her throat and her mons… and her stomach was so bloated and round it looked like she was eight months pregnant.

Trixie looked up at us and gave us a weak grin as she noticed our similarly ravaged state. "Heh heh… That makes me feel a little better."

I stared at the magician's bloated belly. "So cum inflation's a thing, huh?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, sure. Our bodies can take a ton of–" Trixie coughed loudly, and drops of sperm trickled down a corner of her mouth. "–a ton of loads. I'll be fine in like… 30 minutes? It should digest by then."

I let out a pained groan and sat down on the bench across from Trixie, keeping a hand applying pressure on my sticky inner thigh. "I think our plan to fuck the Wonderbolts may have not survived contact with the enemy."

"You mean how we got fucked instead? Yeah–" Trixie coughed again and wiped off the stallion semen dripping down her chin. "…Looks like it."

Moondancer stepped forward, a concerned look on her face. "You did, uh, protect yourself, right…?"

Trixie waved her off. "Of course. Geez. I refreshed the contraceptive spell before I walked in there." Then she grinned at us. "At least we checked off 'fuck' and 'help' at the same time. If you got the mares, and they were also THAT pent up…"

"You didn't see Spitfire," I muttered. "This isn't quite over."

Crestfallen at the prospect of more intense fucking, Trixie grumbled, "Then give her a good dicking and be done with it."

"No thanks."

Moondancer and I turned around to see Spitfire round the corner and glare at us through her trademark shades. She was now wearing a tank top and sweatpants, and had a duffel bag strapped over her shoulder.

"You happy now?" she snapped, looking directly at me in particular. "Got a few Wonderbolts notches on your belt?"

For a moment, I wasn't sure what to say. Just because what we did was 'normal,' that didn't stop Spitfire from strongly disapproving, it seemed.

Though I could almost see the magical correction taking place as she broke her glare and looked away. "Look, I know you're adults and I shouldn't give a flock. But this was the worst possible time to pull this stunt, okay? Keep that in mind the next time you walk in while we're showering." And with that said, she headed for the exit with a hurried, grumpy stride.

But I wasn't going to let this issue go unresolved. "What was the argument about?" I asked dramatically.

Spitfire stopped. "None of your business," she replied with her back to me.

"Considering–" Trixie coughed. "Considering that argument caused them to vent all over – and IN – us… Trixie thinks we deserve a little context."

"Please, we just want to help," Moondancer murmured quietly.

"Help?" Spitfire laughed and took off her sunglasses so she could give us her most incredulous look. "What are you, traveling sex inspectors?" Silently, I had to admit that wasn't too far off the mark. And what was with the three-word names for our group popping up all of a sudden? Normal pervert squad, traveling sex inspectors…

Before we could answer her silly rhetorical question, a freshly wet Fleetfoot came out from the mares' lockers with a large towel wrapped around her and said, "Y'know, they kind of have a point."

From the stallions' lockers came a half-naked white pegasus with a two-tone orange mane – I assumed this was Fire Streak. He looked to Trixie and, in his deep voice, said, "You alright?"

Trixie weakly grinned back and waved. "Trixie will be fine. It was rough, but Trixie fucking LOVED it."

Fire Streak nodded and looked to Spitfire. "If you don't tell them, we probably will."

Misty Fly and Surprise peeked their heads around the corner next to Fleetfoot. Having all these ponies come out and see Moondancer naked outside of a sexual context sent her self-consciously scurrying for her bikini. Meanwhile, Misty Fly smirked at me and said, "The human worked his ass off for us. That's worth something."

"Yeah!" Surprise agreed. "He even treated my boobs right! You have no idea how many stallions I've met that just don't know how to do that!" Which made me think, 'Really?' It wasn't exactly the toughest thing in the world. Even on a planet with sexually idealized biology, you could still have male partners that were dumb? Was that just a constant of the universe? It boggled the mind.

Joining the commotion from the stallions' lockers came Soarin, with a towel wrapped around his lean, muscular waist. "The argument's not exactly over, Spitfire. It might be good to get an outsider's opinion on this."

By now, Spitfire was more than a little pissed off at this apparent mutiny, and she took it out on Soarin. "Oh really, Soarin? You want to tell them- Okay, sure." She pointed towards the lockers he'd just came from. "Forget telling them. Show them. Show them what we were arguing about."

Soarin visibly hesitated.

"Go on," Spitfire insisted in a faux casual tone. "Go and get your flight suit."

An awkward, tense silence reigned as Soarin grudgingly went to get his gear. While we waited, a couple of the mares went back to stow away their towels and put on some clothes. Then Soarin finally returned, wearing a pair of shorts with a very prominent bulge instead of a towel, and held up his flight suit with both hands.

The problem was almost instantly obvious. The male Wonderbolts flight suit had a streamlined crotch pouch like any other stallion clothing. Soarin's, however, bore telltale creases that even now still outlined the shape of a dangerous erection stretching the material. Even more damning, there was a coin-sized hole on the right side of the pouch, where the latex or whatever had nearly given up the ghost trying to contain that boner.

"THAT'S what we were arguing about," Spitfire declared. "It's not much of an argument. I don't know about you humans, but a grown-ass stallion losing control of his dong in ANY situation is a huge screw-up. Triple that for a Wonderbolt in the middle of a damn show!"

I winced at the mental image of Soarin desperately trying to stop his pants from exploding and flashing an entire stadium. "Oookay."

Soarin, blushing with a mix of embarrassment and shame, lowered his flight suit and said, "And my argument is that I tried, but… I couldn't control it if I wanted to."

"Which is ridiculous," Spitfire muttered.

"We've been working harder than ever this season to pull off the new maneuvers," Fire Streak said in Soarin's defense. "Our bodies are more active as a result."

"And it's not just the stallions who are getting worked up," Fleetfoot piped up. "We may not tear our suits when it happens, but it sure as heck affects our performance."

At this point, I had to ask something. "Stupid human question: Do you guys actually get directly aroused by high-performance flying, or…?"

"Oh, geez," Soarin half-laughed. "We wouldn't be able to function if that were true. No, it's more like… When you're working that hard, pushing yourself to the limit, and all these body chemicals and pheremones are going off… it's way easier to get, uh, worked up, and harder to make it go away."

"We might, though!" Surprise said, peeking her head around the corner again. "Get aroused from hard work, that is. The earth ponies that pull trains for a living? I hear that at the end of every run they basically turn into gay sex rodeos!"

"That's a stupid rumor," Spitfire grumbled. "We're not rutting animals. We're Wonderbolts. We're supposed to be better than that. We're role models."

"And not one of us is gonna disagree with that," Soarin insisted, clearly trying his best to stay diplomatic. "What happened today was almost very bad. But… this is a bigger problem than just me."

Fleetfoot nodded. "All of us were distracted today. Soarin's suit tearing was the highlight, but we also missed like three cues. This stuff is affecting our flying."

"Only because you're letting it!" Spitfire nearly shouted. "You don't see me having trouble, do you?"

Misty Fly walked into the central lockers (which were getting very crowded now) wearing a tank top and shorts and finishing drying her mane with a towel. "No, but you are getting bitchier. And maybe you're just sneakier about it. Why'd your shower take so long while we were fucking the human, anyway…?"

Spitfire went from exasperated to flushed with embarrassment in a second. "That's…" She rallied with the only thing she had: Anger. "Everypony shut the hell up!"

"Woah, hey now." I put my hands up between the rest of the Wonderbolts and Spitfire. "We've got that side of the issue, so let's hear hers." To the Wonderbolts captain, I said, "What's the real problem?"

The Normal had a way of making ponies answer my questions openly and honestly, even if they otherwise wouldn't want to. I could see that play out on Spitfire's face. She grimaced, resisting for a bit, before she squinted real hard… and then her face fell, resigned.

"I'm under a lot of pressure," she admitted. "Soarin, I'm lucky you were too far away for anypony to notice. If Princess Celestia even THINKS there's some kind of sexual problem in the Wonderbolts… I'll be asked to resign before sunset."

"That seems kind of obvious," Trixie said, "knowing Celestia."

Spitfire put down her duffel bag. "It's more than that, though. I've talked with some of the past captains about this. Some of them tried dealing with this sort of thing in the past, and it either didn't work or it worked too well and got them canned too."

I was more than a little confused. "Wait. Any sexual activity is strictly forbidden?"

"That's how Celestia wants this outfit run," Spitfire explained. "I guess there's a loophole when a human shows up, though."

That contradicted something I'd been told earlier. "Does that rule also extend to reserves and academy prospects?"

"Of course. Those are the rules."

"Oh." Recalling Rainbow Dash's shower stories, I mumbled, "Then I know a couple of, uh–" I cleared my throat awkwardly. "–rule-breakers." Spitfire just rolled her eyes and grumbled under her breath.

"Wait," Fleetfoot cut in. "So you're yelling at us to keep it in our pants because… you'll get fired if you do anything official?"

"Yeah," Spitfire sighed. "Yeah, basically."

"But it's still a problem!" Misty Fly snapped.

Spitfire threw up her hands in resignation. "Get a boyfriend, then. Jill yourself stupid before bedtime. There's just no room for it while you're on the clock."

The locker room erupted into counterpoints all at once.

"I tried that! My last three coltfriends sucked! And not in a good way!"

"You know I can't handle the tabloid hype."

"It takes hours for me to finish when I get going. I gotta sleep sometime!"

"We basically turn a blind eye to the rookies at the academy. Who says we need to tell Celestia anything?"

"If we don't do something about this, the whole team's going to go crazy and you know it."

"A-HEM!"

It was Trixie who raised her voice above all the others and commanded attention. She used it to gesture to me. "Pascal? Trixie thinks it is your time to shine."

I was a little unsure about that. In my gut, something was telling me that the logistics of this wouldn't be overcome with a simple Normal statement. But Trixie was right – it was time to give it a shot.

Addressing the room as a whole (and still naked, I realized halfway through), I said, "I have a meeting with Celestia at sunset. Maybe I'll be able to talk to her about all this sexual repression I'm seeing. But until we see any movement there, maybe… you guys can implement some kind of mutual masturbation policy!"

"Excuse me?" Spitfire asked skeptically, raising an eyebrow.

"Your arousal's affecting your focus," I said to the whole group. "You're all top-tier athletes, right? You keep your bodies and minds in top shape to be able to do what you do. Well, I'm saying that maybe managing your arousal should be a part of that regimen."

There was an uneasy uncertainty in how the rest of the Wonderbolts reacted.

"That's a neat idea and all," Soarin said nervously, "but, um, just… jackin' it isn't really 'enough' for me these days…"

"What do you mean 'mutual'?" Fleetfoot asked.

I thought for a moment. "Maybe masturbation's not the right word. You all seem pretty candid and open with each other. Maybe you can help each other out. Everything short of penetrative sex."

Now that kind of shocked everyone, and the Wonderbolts started looking at each other searchingly, probably imagining what it would be like to service each other when they got horny. While they were doing that, I tried to add as much detail as I could.

"Now I'm not saying every day you gotta help each other fuck. But you're a team. You work together to keep everyone at their best. And when someone is so uncontrollably pent up that it's gonna affect their performance… I say that's a problem the entire team should pitch in on! It's not just 'Soarin' or 'Misty Fly' that needs the edge taken off – it's a Wonderbolt. It's all the Wonderbolts. You fly as one, you train as one…" I shrugged. "You should jack off as one."

The room broke into genuine laughter at my little joke… Laughter that slowly died down as they collectively realized I was serious.

"Let's say for a second we do this," Spitfire muttered, utterly unamused. "What do I say if Princess Celestia hears about it?"

The usual answer: "Tell them it was the human's advice. I doubt anypony will have a problem with that, but if they do, you have a scapegoat."

"Hmm," Trixie thoughtfully hummed to herself out of nowhere.

"It's… not the worst idea," Fleetfoot said slowly.

Fire Streak nodded. "We know each other well enough. The showers back at HQ are co-ed anyway."

"Getting some 'help' would take a LOT of stress out of my week," Soarin agreed. "And, I mean, I'd never say no to returning the favor."

Spitfire pounded a fist against the wall next to her, creating a loud bang that cut off further discussion and brought attention back to her. "No. It's a fucking terrible idea, and I'll tell you why." She pointed at each Wonderbolt in turn. "As soon as we start making sex, any sex, during work hours allowed by the rules, then ponies will start abusing it. Practices will start late because you need to take a few minutes to finish. You won't focus during shows because you can't wait to get back in the showers and rub another one out. Everything will stop being about flying and start revolving around getting your rocks off!"

"That's… not at all what I'm suggesting," I hesitantly replied. This was quickly becoming another case of perceived logistics getting in the way of a Normal suggestion. "I'm talking about sex as maintenance, mental and physical. You only do it just enough to take the edge off. To help with being a Wonderbolt."

The Wonderbolt captain shook her head and leveled a lazy glare at me. "In practice… do you honestly expect that to happen? For this policy to stay 'professional'?"

"We gotta do SOMETHING, cap!" Surprise insisted. "We can't do nothing!"

"I get that, but this'll just give us a bigger problem than we have right now. That's just how the brain works. You give it too much pleasure, it just gets addicted."

Couldn't help glancing at Moondancer when that was said. The bikini-clad student just frowned back.

"Give us a little credit, 'Fire," Soarin whined.

"After what happened today, I think I'm giving you exactly the right amount of credit!"

I tuned them out and got to thinking while the Wonderbolts bickered again. Was Spitfire right? For this idea, did the risks outweigh the benefits? Because they were so prominent, would enforcing a new sexual culture have devastating ripple effects, up to and including a national scandal? That's what I'd been trying to avoid with all my caveats – keeping it private, with professional attitudes only – but would the sexual nature of the mind be this plan's downfall?

The faint buzzing along the back of my neck wasn't filling me with confidence… I needed a way to prove Spitfire wrong, that the mind WAS strong enough to be both sexual and professional…

I snapped my fingers. The sound echoed through the room and brought the bickering to a halt. Before anything else, I said, "No one's leaving for the next 30-40 minutes."

There were groans of annoyance at being forced to stay, but no one outright objected.

"Spitfire," I began. "You're partially right. Chemically, the brain loves to form habits." I took a step towards her. "But… Mentally, the mind is capable of incredible things. You can break habits, control your body, make believe you're somewhere else... All it takes is the right amount of focus."

"What are you suggesting…?" Moondancer asked cautiously.

I turned around to face the room as a whole and said, "Today, I would like to be your hypnotist."

Trixie's face lit up with excitement. Moondancer was immensely confused. The Wonderbolts in general looked unsure and skeptical. And behind me, Spitfire just let out a low chuckle.

"You're full of surprises, aren't you?" the captain said with a little biting sarcasm. "Hate to break it to ya, but you could not have hand-picked a worse set of hypnosis subjects."

"We hired a stage hypnotist once," Misty Fly said, smirking. "We sent him home crying. Although… I wouldn't mind giving you a chance. You're a bit more handsome than that old geezer was."

Now that was something. A hot, sexy Wonderbolt mare just called me 'handsome.'

Doing my best to stay nonchalant at that, I said, "I do have an edge on other hypnotists."

"What's that?" Spitfire muttered, folding her arms under her breasts.

An immensely powerful cosmic concept that taps me into the magical field connecting all living beings and causes all ponies to accept my words and actions as normal, thus increasing the amount that they trust me and listen to what I have to say. "Trade secret."

The fiery pegasus scoffed. "And how is this going to help?"

"I want to give my idea a trial run," I explained confidently. "If it works, the concept is proven – your crew can manage their arousal professionally. If it doesn't… you were right all along, and you'll have to figure out something else."

Spitfire narrowed her eyes and looked at me for a long moment, drumming her fingers on her hip.

"It's worth a shot," Soarin said.

With a resigned sigh, Spitfire said, "Fine. How do we start?"

Good question. I needed a way to make them comfortable, a big space withdecent acoustics, and, if all went according to plan, the location would need good drainage. "Is there a conference room or something in this building? Some place with lots of extra chairs with backs? These benches aren't going to cut it."

"I think so," Spitfire said.

"All of you go out and get a chair," I told the Wonderbolts. "Then come back, strip naked again – that's important – and we'll all meet in the mares' communal showers."

"The mares'?" Soarin echoed. "Why not the…" He stopped, looked back through the entrance to the stallions' lockers, and cleared his throat. "Yeah. The mares' side is probably less… sticky right now."

"That's what I figured. Now go, go!"

Hesitantly, the Wonderbolts filed out in their workout clothes or towels, heading out into the halls to raid the other rooms for chairs. I rubbed my hands together with no small amount of excitement and psyched myself up.

Trixie unsteadily got to her feet and stretched, her buoyant breasts thrusting into the damp air. "Sooo! Have you actually performed hypnosis before?"

"Nope!" I said with a smile. Trixie laughed, and I continued, "I've observed it, been under before… But never run it myself."

"Let's hope your theory's right, then," Trixie said. "This will be a lot of fun if it is."

Moondancer held the side of her head. "I… really don't get it. Why… You already have a power that can control minds. Why bother with hypnosis?"

It was a valid question. I sucked in a long breath and said, "Because it's better than yelling at them for another 10 minutes? I mean, it'd probably work, but hell." I counted off on my fingers. "This is more fun, it'll bypass a lot of their little nitpicking, and… y'know, it's another bucket-list thing."

She sighed. "I just… I can't believe that I just heard you say, 'You know what this needs? Hypnotism,' and the person you're talking to just agreed." She broke into an uneasy smile, chuckling because she couldn't summon up any other response. "I'm… stunned! Everything I've seen today, and THIS is what breaks me…?"

I grimaced at what I was doing to her. "Eh, y'know… Straw, camel."

Moondancer nodded and sighed, shifting towards the mares' lockers. "I'm gonna probably lay down. Yeah, I just need to lie down, for a while. Take this all in. Let me know when you're done…" – as she left, she let out another half-chuckle and shook her head in disbelief – "…hypnotizing them."

The busty young mare disappeared around the corner, and behind me Trixie muttered, "Poor girl."

My heart also went out for her, and the inescapable truth that her distress was directly my fault didn't help my emotional state. Still, there were half-naked Wonderbolts carrying chairs and filing into the mares' showers, so I didn't really have time to mope and figure out how to mend my bleeding heart. I gestured for Trixie to follow and marched after the Wonderbolts.

Then I doubled back and went for my clothes.

"What now?" Trixie protested, unable to keep the annoyed tone out of her voice.

"This all depends on relaxation and a lack of distractions," I muttered as I quickly put my underwear and pants on. "It's going to be weird enough without my alien dongle hanging in front of their faces."

"But you're already Norm- Ugh, fine." While I hastily threw my shirt over my head, she rolled her eyes and added, "You're practically a demigod; what are you so worried about?"

I pushed my head through the neckhole of my shirt and shrugged. "The power going totally to my head? Or… my other head?"

That made Trixie chuckle, but her expression softened to more of a pitying look. "I thought we agreed today was the day we let loose, though."

Pausing, I looked over to the spot Moondancer had just stood before she'd walked off in a confused, uncomfortable, and slightly pained way. Sure, I realized this was just a guilt trip I was on, but… "I can't. I hate seeing people look like that. I mean, I know with this power I don't HAVE to care… But in my head, in my heart, I can't stop worrying, even when I try. So… I DO have to care, after all."

"Aww. Confirmation that you're not a complete monster, at least?"

I sighed and nodded. "Yeah."

"Heyyyyy!" Spitfire's voice echoed from deep within the mares' locker room. "We're all set up in here! You coming or are we just going to stand around naked for half an hour?!"

"Yeah, just a sec!" I shouted back.

While I was distracted, Trixie walked up, took my hands, and pressed her enormous bust against my shoulders, nearly burying my chin in her bulging cleavage.

Now that she had my full attention, she smirked and said, "Let me be clear – I didn't come here to see you make college girls uncomfortable. Even if you didn't have this power over me, I'd still follow you, because I love to see you do amazing and impossible things and make them look easy." With a tilt of her head towards the mares' lockers, she said, "Now go hypnotize a room full of Wonderbolts on your first try."

I laughed, gave Trixie a quick hug – burying my head between her breasts and rubbing my belly against her cum-filled gut in the process – and grinned back at her, suddenly realizing where we were. "Good pep talk, coach."

Trixie giggled along with me, and we finally – finally! – entered the mares' locker room and made our way towards the communal showers.