It's Tradition
The 5 Fresh new recruits of the famous WonderBolt's follow the captain of the flying team towards her Office. Spitfire Leading them on the promise of some good liquor as everypony else leaves the Wounderbolt Academy, heading home for the week dismissal. Once entering her spacious office, paperwork already locked up she heads towards her special cabinet in the room to gather the promised drinks for them. As an hour pass of chatting and swapping stories, they 5 unexpecting ponies start falling over like bricks as the spiked drink knocks them out for a short while. Once the final recruits join the pile of ponies, a mischievous Spitfire locks the door for the night ahead.
Thunderlane, Flitter, Cloudchaser, Rainbow Dash, and Rainbow Drop start waking up from there unexpected nap. As they each groggily take stock of their surrounding notice the change in size of the room. Besides them they noticed a tall bottle of Whiskey sitting close by, giving of a cool chill. A black cylinder about half the height but wider holding unknown items within. As they look around the front of the room recognizing that they are still in the Captain's office. As the group spread out to the front, unaware of the mare behind them.
"AAah! What’s going on!?" A flailing lavender coated mare screams out, startling the group of shrunken ponies. Rainbow Drop trying to fly away as she is dangled by her tail is hoovered over and empty glass before beings dropped in. As the others watched her plight in stunned silence as the gigantic blue clothed mare of yellow stares down at them after taken 1 of their own and dropping her into a large shot glass.
As Spitfire watches the group stare up at her in shocked silence, using her wings she quickly traps them under her feathery appendages. Making sure not to hurt them, she carefully removes each of the ponies and put them all in a small glass bowl trapping them next toward the shot glass of Rainbow Drop. "Don't worry now... And don't bother trying to fly away, that potion prevents flight, and you can take more abuse if I get a... 'rough' tonight." Noticing their panic shouts and flapping wings as they try to escape.
As the 4 ponies are trapped stop trying to escape, forced to watch as Spitfire grabs the cold bottle of Vodka, before pouring a shot on top of the lavender mare within. Rainbow Drop is drench in the flowing liquid raining down on her, knocking off her hoofs she flails around in the swirling alcohol. Swimming in the clear fluid she breaks the surface for fresh air, coughing up the mouth full of vodka that was swallowed down. Hooking her Forelegs around the rim of the glass she supports herself as the liquid splash against her, as her eyes remain close, she only hears the panic screaming of her shrunken companions. Blinking slowly to figure out what's the problem, her blood freezing at what she finds, an open mouth breath’s softly over her as the captain goes for a drink. Given a panic yell, she starts swimming away to escape the yawning mouth as the shot glass starts to tilt down to quench Spitfire thirst. As the slow current starts to dripple down into the muzzle, a slithering tongue slides out teasing the panicking mare as she dives down to avoid being scooped up. As the wiggling tongue retreats, Drop comes back up for air, swallowing mouthfuls of liquid as she struggles to fight the current. Sluggishly she nearly makes it towards the other side of the shot before, Spitfire dumps the liquid back in one gulp, distorting the mare as she is now trapped behind the lips of her captain.
As Drop is trapped in the darken chamber, she keeps her head above the liquid as some of it drains towards the back, leaving only a small about remaining inside, a moaning rumble’s around her while she lays across the tongue. "C-Captain Mam? Can I Please come out..." Drop shivers from the cold liquid coating her fur, not trusting herself to move for risk of sliding down to the throat. Only a humming is heard in response to her question, whether Spitfire heard her or not remaining unclear. Just as she starts shifting around towards the front, she gets pinned to the roof of the mouth as a swallow drains the remaining fluids inside. Drop's screaming in surprised and panic as she hears the draining of fluids, fearing she will be next.
Spitfire was busy enjoying her treat, suckling the mare with before tossing her in her cheek pinning her once more. Making sure to tilt her head to the side to show the wiggling lump still trapped within to the other shrunken ponies below. Small bulges of the mare showing off in her cheek as hoof push along the walls of the jaws. Saliva building up again as Drop's own flavor mixed with her earlier beverage gives a unique flavor, mouthwatering as some drool drips out the side of her lips. Listening closely, she can her muffled protest within as the unwilling mare is tossed back and forth across cheek to cheek. As she goes and pins the mare under her tongue to swallow the buildup drool, pours another shot glass out for herself. Lowering her head just above the glass box, hoof around her next shot. Spitfire maneuvers the mare back onto her tongue, before opening her mouth as she breaths heavily over the glass bowl, her tongue extends out towards the group trapped below, letting them see Drop once more in all her soaked glory. As Drop noticing the change in scenery, thinking her ride is over, starts rolling onto her belly and tries making her way to the group of ponies in front of her. The wiggling mass below Drop folds back suddenly, forcing her to stay on as it retreats in the maw once more, screams of protest begging the other 4 to help her. Spitfire raising her head up slightly gives a small resounding 'GULP' as a small bulge appears in her throat stopping short from continuing down, Drop trying to brace herself for going any further, before a torment of Vodka comes in unexpectedly, washing down on her, forcing her journey down.
Drop flows down quickly once the rush of clear liquid hits her, as she flows down the tight esophagus brings her down, depositing her into small pond of strong smelling alcohol of the night. Stomach walls rumbling before a rush of air escapes through the top, loud belch ringing out.
Spitfire leaning back rubs her belly towards her company as she finishes sending Drop, the 2nd shot complementing the mare's aftertaste as it washed her down. Her officer Jacket covering her gurgling gut as she does so, Gazing down at the remaining 4 ponies. "Uuap... So..." Licking her upper lip as address the gathered group. "Who wants to go next?"
Rainbow Dash not liking how her Captain is treating them stands forth yelling to be heard "What they Hay Spitfire!?" You Ate Drops! Our Teammate!" As she stands in front of her comrades. Puffing out her chest wings flared out as she yells, not taking account that Spitfire only hears tiny unintelligible yelling.
Spitfire watching as the mare step forward in angry as they just stare down each other. "I'm guessing you want the 'special' treatment." Smiling evilly as she reaches down low out of sight of Rainbow, "I figure I would need to pick somepony out for the next event!" As her hoof place an object next towards the ponies. Grabbing her next victim Dash before she can back out, dangles her by her colorful tail as she flails around. Rainbow barely noticing the object was a large orange butt plug as she is brought towards the previous location it resided in.
As Dash is lowered towards to the massive, toned flank of her captain, getting a clear view of the pre lubed asshole as it lightly quivers at the mare. "Don't worry I washed up before hoof. If anything, it's all lubed up and ready for you Dash" RD only feeling slightly better at hearing this but, still resist as she is lowered down. Pressing her fore hoof against flesh does little to stop her entrance, the lubed walls easily let her slide in. As the first slide in Dash flailing wings easily get pinned, her rear only thing left out as her rear legs tries to pull herself out, till a rubbery firm mass is felt against her. Tensing up at what she hopes is not the previous item in question only to be shoved further in. Trapped in the butt of the large mare she pinned against the tunnel unable to turn around or back out, only able to get small glimpse of the plugged now sealing her to her fate. Tight Clenches slowly force her deeper in, Dash Screaming mentally inside wanting to keep any fluids she passes out of herself.
Spitfire rolls back to sit squarely on the plug, bouncing lightly at the full feeling it provides, knowing that each clench drags the rainbow headed mare deeper inside. Her lower lips wetting as she lightly rubs herself to get as much pleasure from this alone. Looking down once more she brings her wet hoof to the glass bowl holding the 3 ponies left while using her wing to grab the vodka as she moves towards the couch beside her desk. Laying on her back to the hoof-rest closet too her special cabinet. Set the trapped ponies between her spread legs, close to her dripping mare hood. Taken a swig of the drink looks back down as she continues rubbing herself again once she gets comfortable, giving them a show of her swollen pussy.
Giving a deep exhale her voice filled with lust, "Aah...So my Bolts... Who wants to take the next assignment? " Spreading her pussy wide, the tunnel within soaked as she freely leaks down. Noting that the twins held each other, while the stallion of the group points a hoof at them to go as he tries to keep as far away as he could get. "heh... Well, Cloudchaser and Flitter looks like Thunderlane volunteered you for this assignment, make sure to thank him later." As 1 hoof now holds the bottle and the other widens her lower lips, Spitfire brings her wing to pluck the cursing mares at the betrayal of their friend. As they struggle against their will, they are pushed headfirst into the drenched pussy muffling the displeasure, as they struggle to get out. Spitfire merely leaves a feather tip against their wiggling butts before pushing them in deeper into her love tunnel. Moaning as the rub against her walls, covers her lips again as she rubs herself once more.
Bringing the bottle up towards her face to see only about few cups left remains of her prize drink, letting out a sad sign at the remaining liquor. Wanting to share the last bit of her drink plucks the final pegasus out with her wing once more and force him into the bottle, making a splash as he dunks into the deep bottle. Thunderlane paddling to stay above the surface, forced to drink some that seeps into his mouth. As he struggles to stay up notice the tipping of his new prison as Spitfire goes for another drink. Finding himself in the same boat as Rainbow Drop from earlier has only a slight easier time staying above, as loud gulps quickly drain down, he only barley stops his decent as he braces against the thin neck of the bottle just barley keeping his weight up.
As Spitfire finish the last of her liquor, getting last gulps of the burning taste down, noticed that her Snack has lodge himself inside. Leaving the bottle upside down she raises it higher with mouth wide open as her tongue rolls down her chin, giving a taunting view down her throat to the stallion above. Giving a shudder moan breathing out deeply as it fogs the glass inside, feeling the struggling mares within her birthing canal as she continues rubbing her folds. Her yawning mouth gives a clear view of the pulsating thraot below the stallion, Spitfire shaking loose the grip he has on the smooth glass.
Thunderlane unable to stay inside slides out falling into the wide moaning mouth below. Landing on the waiting red carpet of the tongue, he quickly tries to stand to run off it, only to be flicked back, falling into the pit as the tongue travels with him in. Spitfire trapping Thunderlane in her mouth, sucking the stallions taste as she starts playing with her second oral snack of the night.
Scooting further down in a more relax position instead of sitting up anymore, she begins licking Thunderlane as he wrestles around with her tongue, fighting the wiggling flesh as it pins and sloshes him around. As Spitfire suckles any remaining flavor of her drink out of his coat. Feeling Thunderlane moving towards the front of her mouth, let’s him pull half his body out keeping his wings pinned down as she tightens her lips on him, preventing his escape, her tongue teasing his undercarriage as she gently rubs him down alongside herself. Hearing small moans from him she giggles softly as a red hue covers her face, the alcohol taken its toll on her hazing her mind as she pleasures the half eaten stallion with her special blowjob. Sucking him back inside, she feels as he gets lost in his own world humping into her tongue, uncaring to his plight as he slides further to the throat behind him.
Spitfire wanting to get off herself, ignores the stallions as she quickly gulps him down as Thunderlane slides into her tight throat, his own climax halfway down before joining Drops in the pool of alcohol within. As Spitfire feels herself getting close to her release, as the twins struggle to get out, hooks her hoofs under her own flanks, as she leans forward bringing her lower lips into a deep kiss in a lewd display. Moaning as she eats out her own pussy out, licking deep within looking for the twins within her as they give a teasing taste mixed in with her honey.
Cloudchaser and her sister Flitter have been tumbling back and forth against the pulsing walls, trying to find the exit only ended up deeper to the womb’s opening. Trying to avoid getting trapped they work to climb out the other end. Making little progress as the soaked walls drench them, the stale musky filling their own lungs as they move. Hitting several sensitive areas that tightens there prison repeatedly being forced back down. Just as they were about to give up hope of escaping, fear floods them as a wiggling mass comes down above them. Screaming in shock as the slurping tongue scoops up the flooding juices, brushing against the mares slightly each time it comes in.
Spitfire can feel the tips of the mares as she shoves her muzzle deep into her pussy, moaning deeply into herself, quivering at the stimulation she gives herself. Only needing just little more of a push, one of her hoof’s travels down to the plug within her plot, pulls it out leaving just the tip in her anus. Lightly pushing it back in shallow pumps, she shoves it back in one go suddenly, with great force, causing her flanks to jiggle slightly. Moaning at the sudden insertion, she squirts into her mouth hard, forcing the mares within to be flooded out, being scooped in by the tongue. Coming down off her lustful passion as she squirts into her open mouth, sloshes her cum around her mouth as she suckles the flavor with the mares now mixed in, noting she did get both. Pulling away from her flanks, she rests the final 2 mares on her tongue, tasting their flavor soaked in her own cum before tilting her head back giving a deep multiple swallows, one lump showing before a second follows it, hoof tracing the small bulges as they disappear down behind her fluffy chest.
Inside as the 2 mares fall into the sloshing gut, they meet up with all the remaining group as they each push against the walls of the cramped stomach, not doing much to upset it as they scream to be let out. Rainbow Dash being the most vocal as having been forced to travel from the exit and force into the stomach unwillingly. As they each hope to be released, a quaking rumbles throughout the liquid filled gut, air rushing up and out as a muffled belch can be heard as a satisfy captain relaxes on her back rubbing her pony filled gut.
Spitfire moaning at the release of air, talks to her gut, even if the occupants couldn’t her much of what she said, “Aaah… urp... that’s a welcome party alright” patting her gurgling stomach before rolling over lazily to grab a potion in the cabinet next to her. “Don’t know if you Bolts are listening but, I got this potion to keep everypony safe till morning... where is it... Ah! This should be the one.” Spitfire comments as her eyes start drooping at such a long day, hopping this was the right bottle to keep them safe...it was the blue for safety, right? Or the red? Ah well she sure it’s fine, just a good nap and she can get them out later tomorrow then.
Spitfire chugs the random potion, one for anti-digestion while the other was cure all potion for most know problems. As she finishes 1 of the 2 off, drops both on the ground for later clean up, instead curls upon the couch to sleep the night away. Whatever she drank its future Spitfire’s problems, to tired and drunk to care what happens to her future bolts. After all they got dozens more tryout that can fill the vacant spots later.