With a tired sigh, Dusk set his hand luggage down on the hot stone of the port, raising his hand to block the sun as he stared up at the large, expensive resort. The lush, white buildings scored with blue-glass windows stood out beautifully against the greens of the palm trees and grass all around it. All around him, he could hear the humdrum of the resort, from the excited nattering of his friends behind him, to the sounds of boat horns, to the seagulls squawking and screeching above him. The beautiful sun beamed on him brought a comfortable sweat, as strange as that was, to his body.

He rolled his shoulders, his white shirt shifting over his nubile body as he did so, before he was violently clapped on the back by a certain azure pegasus. The sport-fanatic was dressed in a pair of black, tight-fitting sports shorts that did a good job of mapping her wide hips and noticeable rear, with a lycra shirt thrown over her athletic torso. A baseball cap, slanted sideways and not having been noticed due to her excitement, was placed on her head, and her eyes were alight with joy.

"Bruh, you as eager as I am to check out the gym in this place?" Rainbow beamed, bouncing from foot to foot as she grinned eagerly at the resort.

"Rainbow, I think I'm less eager to keep breathing than you are to check out the gym," Dusk blinked blankly, noting how the flat-chested pegasus was practically trembling with excitement.

"I did a fuckload of research before we agreed to come here about the beach, and apparently they've got like three miles of just uninterrupted Saddle Arabian-imported sand," she smiled, balling up her fingers and shadow-boxing for a brief moment.

"That make much of a difference?" Dusk asked flatly.

"Duh. Saddle Arabian sand is classified as silk-soft sand, meaning that it doesn't clump up or clot together as much as other types of sand does," she began, counting off on her fingers as she spoke. "If it doesn't clump up, there's less resistance when running on it because it's got more give to it, making it work more muscles due to how much the body has to compensate for the lack of support, meaning that you're getting both a lower-leg work out as well as cardio exercise on-"

"Now, now, darling, we don't want to tire the poor thing out before we've even got in the doorway," Rarity said in a low, playful tone, placing a gentle finger across Rainbow's chattering maw as she walked past her.

The purple-maned mare swayed past the two of them, Rainbow's eyes glaring angrily at the back of Rarity's head, while Dusk couldn't keep his gaze away from how well wrapped her enormous backside was in a pair of cocaine-white jeans. A purple summer shirt covered the exotic beauty's bouncing breasts, a pair of sunglasses rested on her muzzle, and a wide-brimmed sunhat kept the boiling heat off her face.

"Did you know this place actually won an award for spa services last year?" she recounted, placing her hands on her wide, cocked hips and looking over her shoulder, noticing Dusk staring longingly at her drool-inducing backside. "My dear, try not to stare too long, you'll strain your eyes."

"Sorry," Dusk smirked, crossing his arms over his chest and looking back up at her face. "Those jeans aren't exactly the most subtle thing in existence."

"Why d'you think I bought them?" she winked over lowered sunglasses, giving her ass a gentle shake for the amusement of the purple femboy behind her. "And if you're already this enraptured with me, just wait until I get the bikini bottoms out."

"I'd much rather see you get the bikini bottoms off, to be fair," Dusk purred at the thought.

"Ah, so scandalous!" Rarity cried in faux-shock, placing a hand over her mouth. "Such promiscuity is far beyond my character, my dear!"

With a roll of his eyes, Dusk watched Rarity saunter forwards once again, his attention then being gained by the pink, vibrating being that practically slid into his peripheral vision. As big and bouncy as always, the pudgy Pinkie Pie, already dressed for the occasion, wearing her frilled swimsuit and already having a large duck flotation ring around her... that she definitely didn't have with her when they got on the boat.

"Dusk..." she whispered.

"Pinkie..." he whispered back.

"Dusk," she repeated slightly louder.

"Pinkie?" he queried, matching her volume.

"Dusk!" she hollered directly into his ear, her foghorn voice sounding like a bomb going off right next to his head.

"Pinkie!" he yelled in response, hurting his throat as he did so.

"Yikes, you don't have to shout, y'know, I'm standing right here," she cringed, rubbing her 'sore' ears as she spoke. "But d'you know what they've got here? Guess! Go on, guess!"

"No," he sighed.

"Guess," she repeated happily.

"No," he stated firmly.

"Guess," Pinkie growled, her voice dropping about three octaves as her eyes widened in fury.

"Alright, jeez, I'll guess," he sighed. "A fax machine that prints rabbits' feet?"

"Awww... you weren't supposed to guess on the first try," she pouted, her ears flattening against her head.

"That's because-" Dusk began, eyes narrowing when he realised exactly what she just said. "Wait, are you serious-"

"I gotta get me some feet before they run out at the feet store!" Pinkie exclaimed, sprinting away whilst holding onto her duck ring that let out a loud, almost pained quack, as she ran away.

Dusk stood there in complete silence for a brief moment, mind trying to put together exactly what just happened, before a loud sigh came from beside him. His eyes slid over in that direction, noting the familiar blonde and orange colouring of the gang's farm girl. Dressed in her usual black undershirt, red flannel, and deep blue jeans, it did nothing to hide Applejack's voluptuous figure or, thankfully, her iron-hard muscle, trained from years of work on the farm.

"Where did she get the duck, AJ?" Dusk asked.

"I'm more concerned with how the thing makes noise," she sighed, shaking her head as she readjusted her stetson.

Dusk's eyes glanced down to AJ's chest, noticing a gold and blue ribbon with the words 'number one' written on it that he had no memory of her acquiring on the trip.

"Where... where did you get that from?" he asked her.

"Ass contest," she shrugged, clearly paying it no mind.

"Sorry, a what?" he demanded.

"Ass contest," she repeated with a shrug. "Rarity n'I got a little drunk at the bar, DJ asked any girls with an ass to be proud of to submit to judging, and I came out on top of all the others."

Dusk blinked quietly once again, staring down at the appropriate apple-bottom ass AJ possessed that also had a ribbon on it.

"Yeah, that sounds about right," Dusk sighed. "So, what're you dying to see while we're here?"

"Agricultural centre on the southside of the island," Applejack responded, putting her hands in her jean pockets and looking over to the south. "Supposedly they got some kinda... miracle grow? Whatever they called it, something that can double or, if you're lucky, triple a harvest if you treat your crops with the stuff. Was thinkin' of looking into it."

"You wanna learn if it's real or not?" Dusk asked.

"Eeyup, and if it is, Imma ask you to help me steal it," she winked.

"Excuse me?" Dusk snorted.

"Well, maybe 'steal' ain't the right word," she chuckled, scratching the underside of her nose as she smirked at Dusk. "Perhaps... 'appropriate the formula' or what have you's a better way to say it."

"You've come all the way out here to engage and attempt to allure me into corporate espionage?" Dusk asked.

"You're makin' it sound so... sterile, Dusky," she smirked, slapping him gently on shoulder. "And besides, I'm just yankin' your chain, anyhow. They sell the stuff in boxes to anyone that wants it."

"You nearly gave me a heart attack, you know that?" Dusk growled.

"That's a chance from usual," she smirked. "Most times I have to bend over for you to get that to happen."

"Get out of my sight, you little terrorist," Dusk chuckled playfully, slapping AJ on the rear and getting a playful whinny out of the farmgirl before she headed off to talk to the others.

Dusk looked around for a moment, noticing the specific lack of yellow fur, a pink mane, and enormous breasts tucked tightly inside a sweater vest. His eyes scanned the horizon, behind him, and back on the boat, before he turned around to the rest of the gang.

"Anyone seen Flutters?" he asked.

"Not since she snapped her bra string tryna get the thing on in the cabin this mornin'," AJ called back.

"She did that again?" Dusk asked, his tone initially surprised before catching himself. "No, of course she did that again. Remember who you're talking about here, Dusk."

"Last I saw her, she was below deck in the aquarium," Rarity answered, reapplying a layer of gloss to her plump lips. "I think she was reading a bunch of kids the riot act for banging on the glass and terrorising the fish."

"So those kids are more than likely dead?" Dusk asked.

"Hopefully," Rainbow scoffed.

"Alright, looks like I'm gonna go save them from their aggressive university lecture," he sighed, rolling his eyes as he turned around and headed back onto the cruise ship.

He retraced his steps, using his keen navigational abilities to get back to the elevator, then down and across through the lunch hall, down two flights of stairs on the iron staircase, and then across the floor again to get to the aquarium. He entered the blue-lit room and locked onto his target immediately, spotting Fluttershy standing next to a group of children, a mix of Griffons, ponies, and felines, with a stern look on her face and a dramatically-wagging finger.

With a heavy sigh, Dusk wandered over to the group with a smirk on his face just in time to catch the wrap up to the speech.

"-and not only that, but these are Yakyakistani river gills, who have to be kept in cold water at all times. If they get startled, it causes their hearts to beat much faster than they're supposed to, which can lead to a heart attack. Would you scare your grandmother and give her a heart attack purposefully?" she asked.

"No, Ms Fluttershy," the children answered in unison.

"Then you shouldn't do it to anyone else. Just because they're not your grandmother or someone you know, doesn't mean you should be mean to other animals," Fluttershy continued. "You wouldn't like it if a dragon came over and started banging on the window to your house, would you?"

"No, Ms Fluttershy," came the response.

"Good. Now all of you think about what you learned here and run along back to your parents," she said, standing up straight and joining her hands at her waist, beaming widely. "And remember to be kind to all, and all will be kind to you."

With that, they scuttled along in their little huddle, leaving Fluttershy standing there by herself, not having noticed Dusk just yet. Before he said or did anything, he watched Fluttershy gently fist-pump to her own achievement followed by a proud, contented little sigh of achievement as she continued to smile.

"Well," Dusk chuckled, nearly making Fluttershy jump out of her skin in fright. "That's the most adorable thing I've seen you do for a while, and that's really saying something."

"Ah, Dusk!" she exclaimed in fright, clapping her hands to her enormous chest. "Don't sneak up on me like that!"

"I walked in through the door, Flutters," Dusk smiled, crossing his arms as he looked at her. "It's not my fault you were too engrossed in changing the youth of the nation."

"Well... they needed to be told," she responded, clearing her throat to try and hide the slight embarrassment in her voice. "Sometimes people do bad things because they don't know how bad they are, and all you need to do is set them straight."

"That's a very brave thing for someone to do, Flutters," he nodded. "Especially you. Mind if I ask what the little celebratory dance was about?"

"It was not a dan-" she began, hands curled up and blush ever-stronger before she caught herself. "It's a small psychological exercise Iron Will taught me a while ago. When you step out of your comfort zone and accomplish something difficult, you have to congratulate yourself and feel genuine pride so you can wire your brain to allow you to do it more often."

"Iron Will's advice, huh?" Dusk smiled. "I thought you stopped following that after the 'incident' last time?"

"Well... I stopped following it down to a T," she coughed. "Some of it was still useful, even if all of it lead to... well... that."

"Eh, not all of it was bad," he shrugged. "I really liked the way you fucked when you were in your uber-dom phase."

The squeal of horror and embarrassment Fluttershy let out brought an even wider smile to Dusk's soft features.

"No, no, no, no!" she squeaked, cheeks as red as a tomato as she shook her head. "That was very bad, and mean, and something I don't ever want to repeat! A mean Fluttershy is a bad Fluttershy, and I don't wanna be either again!"

"If you don't want to, that's fine," Dusk chuckled. "But d'you think I could convince you to maybe bust the boots out every once in a while?"

"I..." she began, trailing off as the embarrassment hit her again. "I'll think about it... if it makes you happy..."

"Atta girl," Dusk smiled before thumbing over his shoulder at the exit. "We docked a while back and are ready to go check in. You wanna tag along?"

"Goodness, we're here already?" she exclaimed. "I must've lost track of time when telling those kids not to terrorise the animals."

"That's not surprising in the slightest," he chuckled. "Come on, sugar-tits, let's get going."

"Dusk..." Fluttershy squirmed. "I thought I asked you not to call me that in public?"

"Sorry, my bad," he nodded, gesturing for her to lead the way. "Let's get going."

The two of them headed back up the the deck and disembarked a second time, Dusk picking up his luggage and addressing the other four lovely ladies standing around waiting for you.

"Ah, there's the man of the hour," Rarity beamed, flicking a strand of her thick, purple mane over her shoulder as she turned to face Dusk.

"Am I in trouble?" he asked.

"Depends on how you answer the next question," Rarity shrugged. "Who are you planning on bunking with?"

"All of you, obviously," Dusk shrugged as they made their way to the reception.

"No, not 'fucking', moron, who are you sharing a room with?" Rainbow asked with a roll of her eyes.

"Uh, nobody, last I checked," Dusk blinked in confusion. "We're all in separate rooms with proper accommodations."

"So you're telling me you don't like me anymore?" Pinkie, who had suddenly reappeared again, pouted.

"No, of course I like all of you," Dusk smirked. "It's just that I figured it'd be better if I didn't play favourites by bunking with any of you, and if we found someone at the resort we wanted to whisk back to our rooms, we wouldn't have to worry about disturbing somebody else."

The girls all looked amongst each other for a brief moment before turning into a chorus of agreeing nods and amicable statements.

"You're a smart'n after all, ain't ya, Dusk?" Applejack grinned. "I knew there was a reason we liked you other than how good you fuck."

"I'm glad to have such a high standing in this social circle," Dusk glowered. "Really, I am."

"Oh, hush, you," Rarity smirked, affectionately petting Dusk on the head. "We appreciate you for a multitude of other things, darling."

"Like what?" he asked.

"Like the fact you're such a true and honest gentleman that you'll carry all of our luggage in while we go hit up the rooms," Rainbow smirked, bolting away at high speeds before the others, being the opportunistic harpies they were, followed suit... all except for Rarity.

Dusk sighed in annoyance, glancing back at all of the bags littered behind them, then back at Rarity as she checked her well-maintained nails.

"You staying to carry your own stuff?" he asked with a gentle smile.

"Oh, fuck no," she cackled. "I'm just not spraining my ankle trying to run in these heels."

"Right, fair enough," he nodded, snapping his fingers and levitating all of the bags off the ground with a simple spell, before picking up Rarity's by hand. "Guess I'll simp properly and carry m'lady's bags by hand."

"Aw, what a good little boy," Rarity smiled, gently kissing Dusk on the lips before squeezing his cheeks playfully. "This is why I let you cum in my ass."

"Truly I am blessed," he said with a roll of his glowing eyes. "Right, let's go and throw all this stuff in the garbage."

"Except mine?" Rarity asked.

"Are you gonna let me cum in your ass?"

"Of course."

"Then yes, except yours," he nodded, heading inside the hotel to get booked in and ready for the rest and relaxation he was due to experience...

Before the rest of the crew got horny enough to maul him for sex within two hours of arriving at the place, which was how any of their trips away to anywhere went a good one hundred percent of the time.

Some would say he was blessed to have five beauties as desperate for his cock as they all were.

He said he wished they'd just let him rest before they started passing him around again.