Sinful Sabbatical

“What is taking so long?” Aria groaned, leaning against the beachside changing booth. Rolling her eyes, giving the wall a knock, she attempted to peek under the door. “Did you die in there?”

“No, it’s just this stupid - Gah” High Gear grumbled from within.

“Just this stupid what?” the pigtailed young siren parroted, dragging her hand over her face. As far as she was concerned, they were wasting valuable time, or losing their chance to pick possibly prime real estate on the beach. She started, as the door flew open, practically snapped from its hinges.

“Why do I have to wear the little one?” Gear lamented, adjusting her exceptionally small tube top. Her bikini wasn’t much better, barely concealing her nethers beneath its elastic fabric. Not only was the outfit painfully revealing, clinging tightly to her well sculpted frame, but it wasn’t the most comfortable getup either. Glancing over, taking stock of her friend, she scrunched her snout. Unlike herself, Aria was adorned in a modest one piece swimsuit.

“Because,” her counterpart began, stepping closer to the equally large mare, “you look positively adorable in it.” Her hand drifted over the coral pony’s muscular thigh, to a substantial bulge in the woman’s bikini. Cupping the mass, taking note of its heft, she grinned cheekily at Gear.

Knitting her brow, Gear reached down and cupped a similar swell at Aria’s groin. Though her fellow dickmare’s garments were much more conservative, they did little to hide the heat she was packing. She smirked wryly, as she met her friend’s eyes.

Much like herself, Aria was extraordinarily well built. Toned muscle covered her from head to toe, a testament to her athletic prowess and physical might. The one piece swimsuit, while covering nearly all of her torso, still allowed onlookers to appreciate her well defined physique. “Maybe, but I’m not as cute as you…”

Aria smiled at the earth pony, before giving a slight shrug. They could easily stand there fondling each other for some time, but that wasn’t part of the plan - well, not yet anyways. It had been her idea to take Gear out to the beach, having a soft spot for the ocean breeze and cooling waves, although that was only the first part of her scheme; step two involved something much more scandalous and, if she was right, her friend wouldn’t see it coming.

“Well, unless you want to get down there and bury your face in it, let’s find a good spot to get comfortable,” she relented. Releasing Gear’s junk, she clasped hands with the earth pony and pulled her away from the changing booth.

Gear froze, as Aria’s fingers laced with her own. She’d never had a problem with physical contact, not even in public, but holding hands with somebody was a bit of a weakness for her. As paradoxical as it sounded, romantic gestures and shows of affection had a way of getting her worked up like nothing else; while she could casually face fuck someone in broad daylight, uncaring of what onlookers thought, the act of being kissed or loving held was a like kryptonite.

Slowing, realizing Gear hadn’t budged, Aria glanced back at her. “Come on!” she pleaded, taking note of the slight blush on her friend’s face. Remaining composed, fighting the urge to smile, she pulled her companion along.

Normal tactics for teasing Gear wouldn’t work - she would know, she’d tried. Her last attempts to get the mechanic worked up, taunting her with her body and tempting promises, she’d found herself bent over and railed on a pool table; it wasn’t like she’d minded the experience, but being so casually and quickly fucked robbed her of the joy of protracted flirting and verbal edging. So, bearing all that in mind, she’d changed tactics.

Shaking her head, dismissing the act as happenstance, Gear stooped down, retrieved their cooler, and followed behind the siren. Strolling behind her, scanning for an ideal piece of beach to claim, she squinted in the bright light of the sun. Fortunately, the beach was littered with shaded areas and chairs, so it was only a matter of picking out a spot.

“This one will work,” Aria declared, pointing at a pair of chairs beside a dune. Pulling Gear behind herself, she approached the location she’d selected. It was relatively secluded, away from the splashing waves, and there didn’t appear to be any families nearby. Releasing her friend’s hand, she settled into one of the two seats.

Content with the spot the siren had chosen, Gear sat their cooler on the sand and retrieved a can of soda for herself. Cracking it open and taking a sip, she turned to her friend. “You want one?”

“Nah, I’m good for now,” Aria replied, stretching out in her chair. Resting her head on one hand, she made herself comfortable. She sighed contentedly, breathing in the salty air. The sight and smell of the ocean never got old, so beach visits were relatively frequent for her - that being said, it was pretty rare that she brought company.

“I should come here more often,” Gear admitted, taking in the sight of the crashing surf. The sound of the water, the wind in her mane, and the warm sun, it was all rather refreshing. It wasn’t often that she traveled to such scenic scenes, usually preferring to go to the cities for leisure, although she couldn’t deny the charm of the sea.

“It really is pretty, isn’t it?” she asked, watching the water rolling onto the sand.

“Yeah,” Aria whispered, turning to Gear, “but not as pretty as you.” The mechanic’s question, while honest, had opened an avenue for her continued toying. It may have been a bit underhanded, but she wasn’t going to let an opportunity that juicy slip by. Without waiting for a reply, she reached over and clasped her friend’s hand.

The admission, coupled with the second bout of hand-holding, caused Gear’s attention to immediately shift to the siren. Her cheeks went rosy, she broke out in a cold sweat, and she inadvertently crushed the can in her grip. The assertion, whether it was true or not, was completely unexpected, especially because of how casually it was delivered; but the assault wasn’t over yet.

“I’d gladly trade the chance of ever seeing the ocean again, if I could look at your beautiful face every day,” Aria murmured, nonchalantly looking away. Keeping her face impassive, struggling not to give herself away, she squeezed the mechanic’s hand.

Gear’s equipment, which had been neatly stowed away within her bikini, sprang forth like a starved animal. As the garment shifted, allowing her prodigious scarlet length to leap free, her pendulous nuts slipped from their confines, draping over her thighs. Her eyes desperately flitted about, looking for anything to distract herself, but that’s when she saw it.

There, creeping out from beneath Aria’s swimsuit, was the siren’s tool. Long, vascular, and sporting a set of ridges along its length, it gently throbbed in tune with the woman’s heartbeat. Watching it harden, growing larger with each passing moment, her pulse quickened. There were perilously few who sported a package that could rival her own, yet her friend was among them.

Fully aware that Gear was watching her, Aria decided it was time to strike. “You gonna look at it all day or start sucking…”

Without a word, Gear unseated herself and knelt by the siren’s side. If there was one thing that really got her going, besides public displays of affection, it was someone who knew exactly what they wanted. Leaning in, bringing her muzzle to the base of Aria’s shaft, she inhaled deeply. Just as her nostrils were assailed by the siren’s scent, her snout was pressed into her friend’s package.

“I may not have showered today, but I’m sure don’t mind,” Aria snickered, grinding the mechanic’s face into her equipment. She’d abstained from washing since the night prior, in the hopes of getting laid. She’d been friends with Gear long enough to know that the mare had a bit of a penchant for sweat and musk.

Suppressing a shiver, Gear’s eyelids fluttered. With her sinuses flooded by the powerful aroma of the unwashed siren’s goods, her ass involuntarily clenched upon itself. At her heart, despite having the fully functional equipment of a stallion, she was very much still a mare. Reaching up, seizing the base of the prodigious tool before her, she dragged her tongue up its length.

Salty and earthy, the flavors coursed over her taste buds, spurring her to continue. Softly stroking the root of Aria’s dick, as she bathed it with her lips and tongue, she closed her eyes and savored the moment. Sure, she’d been expecting to get some action, but not quite that quickly. Reaching the crown of the siren’s member, she slipped it into her maw.

Lounging there, watching the muscular mechanic fellate her, Aria was supremely pleased with her efforts. Not only had she succeeded in wrapping Gear around her finger, but she’d done so in record time. Humming contentedly, relishing the earth pony’s ministrations, she enjoyed the show. Sucking cock was all well and good, but watching a big, dominant mare slobber on your junk was magical in and of itself.

Drawing the siren deeper, feeling the fat tip bump against the back of her throat, Gear took a deep breath. It’d been a while since she’d fellated someone as well endowed as Aria, so she needed to relax herself as much as possible. Pressing her head forward, forcing the prodigious member into her gullet, she screwed her eyes shut; moments like these really made her appreciate the mares and stallions who seemed to effortlessly hilt her in their muzzles.

Continuing, rhythmically bobbing her head up and down, slipping Aria’s shaft past her lips, the sudden sensation of fingers in her hair caused her to slow. Peering up, with half of Aria’s cock lodged in her muzzle, Gear’s eyes went wide. The siren was looking dead at her, beckoning her closer. She’d just gotten her first tantalizing taste of pre-cum, so the invitation caught her off guard.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, Gear retracted her head. No sooner had the siren’s member been freed from her mouth, then she was pulled upward into an impassioned kiss. Pulled off balance, she was woefully unprepared for the amorous assault. Practically swooning, her tongue warred with the siren’s own.

With her coup de grâce complete, Aria pulled away slightly and brushed the hair from Gear’s face. The look on the mare’s face was stunning, to say the least. The mechanic seemed positively smitten, panting and blushing like a filly on prom night, so it was time to strike the final blow. Grabbing her friend’s shoulders, pushing her off, she cleared her throat.

“Do you want it?” she whispered. Gear dumbly nodded, unwilling or unable to form an answer. “Then get comfortable…”

Upon hearing the siren’s words, Gear virtually flung herself onto the empty chair. Lying on her back, spreading her legs, she ripped the bikini from off her waist. Shamelessly, she presented herself, as she watched Aria get to her feet. Subtlety be damned; she’d had her buttons well and thoroughly pressed, so anyone who wanted to watch her get a hard dicking could gladly watch.

Crawling between Gear’s legs, Aria smiled down at her friend. Clutching the base of her tool, guiding it between the firm cheeks of the mare’s rump, she shuffled into position. She could have drawn out their little game, she could have continued teasing her friend; but that time had passed. Rocking her hips forward, the tip of her spear ground into the mechanic’s backdoor.

“Oh fuck,” Gear groaned, feeling the girthy crown of Aria’s shaft penetrate her.

Holding one of her knees in each hand, the siren steadily plunged into her depths. The ridges along Aria’s length massaged her prostate, sending jolts of pleasure through her frame. Deeper and deeper she was filled, until the thick medial ring of her friend’s shaft popped into her. Now sheathing every glorious inch of her partner’s cock, she clenched upon its base.

Aria knew better than give Gear time to adjust. The mechanic liked it rough, and she had every intention of obliging. It was rare enough that she was given the opportunity to top her friend, so she seized the moment and started gently thrusting. The mare’s interior was a rare treat, warm and snug around her dick, so she had every intention of enjoying herself.

Wrapping her legs around Aria’s waist, Gear put her hands to better use. Pulling her top over her bosoms, letting them breathe freely, she tweaked and twisted her nipples. She could have stroked herself off, although the sensations afforded by the siren’s equipment would likely be enough to push her to climax. If she was going to get rutted like a mare, she may as well cum like one.

Slowly increasing in speed, Aria plowed Gear’s ass. Her weighty nuts slapped against the mechanic’s rear with each plunge, bouncing off the globes of muscular flesh. Glancing down, watching her friend fondle her tits, seeing the log of flesh bobbing and swaying with every thrust, ignited a fire within her. Fucking a snug cunt was never bad, but there was something special about banging another dickmare.

“H...harder,” Gear muttered, clamping her hole around Aria’s length with each backstroke.

As her p-spot was battered, a singular feeling began welling within her. Unlike the orgasm achieved by stimulation to her dick, release from anal was different. Slow, thrilling, and undeniably sensual, it was a completely different, yet remarkably pleasurable experience. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy getting bred, she just preferred to be the one seeding her mates.

Gear’s request fell on deaf ears, as Aria’s bliss mounted. Hammering away, caving to her own urges, she plowed the pony with increasing force. The primal impulse to fuck, to dominate and conquer, reached a fevered pitch. Peering downward, taking note of the enamored look on her friend’s face, she decided to dump one last bit of fuel on the fire.

With her eyes closed, fixating on the delightful feeling of the vascular cock pistoning her rump, Gear had no idea what she was in for. The first sign that something was wrong came when her hands were pulled from her breasts, as fingers fervently began pinching and pulling her nipples. The second came when she felt a set of warm, soft lips kissing their way up her neck, moving towards her face.

Her heart thundered in her chest, when she grasped what was happening. She didn’t fight it, realizing what was going on - no, she pined for it. In that moment, beneath the siren, she was a mare, plain and simple, and she was being treated accordingly. As their faces met, they kissed passionately, making out with one another while they made love.

Aria’s hips were a blur, while she jackhammered the mechanic from above. With their time nearly at an end, knowing she wasn’t going to be able to last for much longer, she played the last card in her arsenal. Breaking their kiss, slipping her muzzle to the side of Gear’s head, she breathed hotly on her friend’s ear.

“Cum for me…”

And cum Gear did. Her unmolested length gushed cum over her abdomen and chest, smearing her and Aria’s torso in thick, virile spunk. Crying out, holding the siren to herself, every fiber of her being screamed in ecstasy. Her legs trembled, her fingers dug into her friend’s back, and her ass seized around the fat tool plumbing her depths as she was rocked by orgasmic release.

The additional pressure around her tool, the symphony of Gear’s rapturous squeal, and the strong arms holding her tightly pushed Aria past her limit. Hilting herself, gritting her teeth, her cock throbbed violently. Pulling to her groin, releasing their payload, her testes send untold millions of sperm through her length and into her friend’s ass.

Locked together, awash in raw, unfettered pleasure, the two dickmares rode out their climaxes. Sweating, shivering in delight, their bodies pressed against one another. Though they were unaware of it, they’d caused quite a scene, with some onlookers enthusiastically watching, while others rolled their eyes and sought out a quieter bit of beach.

“Good for you?” Aria panted, pushing herself up to look at her friend.

“Y...yeah,” Gear croaked, feeling the siren softening within her.

The two looked at each other, grinning like idiots for a minute, before they started to laugh. Truth be told, they’d both fully expected to end up fucking one another, although they hadn’t anticipated doing it so early in the day, nor in public. Caught up in the moment, neither of them noticed a lone figure boldly walking towards them.

“So are you two done?” a voice called out, causing Gear and Aria to look to the side.

A black unicorn mare, with a peculiar white marking on her face, stood an arm’s length from them. Clad in a violet string bikini, the mockery of a garment did nothing to hide her svelte figure. Her cat-like, amethyst eyes bored into them, as she sassily cocked her hips. Whoever she was, her impudence and attire spoke volumes of her courage.

“Depends,” Aria groaned, unsteadily getting to her feet. Her semi-flaccid member flopped from her friend’s tush, dangling free and slick with sweat, as she turned to face the interloper. “What’s it to you?”

The unicorn shrugged and coyly smiled at them. “Well, I figured that if you two are gonna go to go to pound town and let half the beach watch, you wouldn’t mind some company.”

Aria and Gear looked at one another, taken aback by the brazen assertion. Given the nigh non-existent refractory period of dickmares, and the prospect of sating themselves further, the two grinned. Turning to the newcomer, there was only one question which remained…

“What’s your name?” Gear inquired, inspecting the mare from head to toe.

“Leech,” the unicorn chirped, flashing a cheeky smirk of her own. “So,” she continued, hitching her thumbs under the thin strips of fabric covering her rack, “are we gonna sit here chatting all day or is one of you gonna bend me over and fuck me silly?”

“Oh she’s mine,” Aria growled, her rut-lust reigniting nearly instantaneously.

Strutting over, circling the brave stranger, she ran one hand over the mare’s broad hips. Gear was quick to join her, walking towards them to face their new friend. Substantially smaller and more slender than themselves, Leech’s confidence and figure left little to be desired. Reaching down, caressing the unicorn’s inner thigh, her fingers slithered towards the woman’s painfully moist loins.

“Here, this should help,” Leech cooed. Flagrantly drawing her fingers through her snatch, she pressed her now slickened fingers to Aria’s snout.

Gear was at a loss for words, watching the mare unabashedly tease the siren. The uncontested gall and forwardness was painfully hot, causing her dick to twitch and harden. Aria, looming behind Leech, thrust forward, grinding her now turgid length between the unicorn’s thighs. As much as she would’ve liked to rut the woman senseless, her friend had already laid claim.

Locking eyes with Gear, Leech lifted one leg and ground her crotch against the throbbing marecock nestled against her marehood. Reaching down and back, leading the appendage to her sex, she bucked back and impaled herself on the siren. It didn’t take long for Aria to reciprocate, grabbing her waist and thrusting forward.

Utterly speechless, Gear watched the scene unfold. Though she knew nothing about this obscene unicorn, she had to confess, the mare was audacious as all get-out. Confusion aside, she was already rock hard and ready to get some action herself. Considering Leech had her cunt stuffed with marecock, she weighed her options.

While the prospect of bending the unicorn over and fucking her face was tempting, there was a far more enticing alternative. Since Aria was currently plowing Leech from behind, and the two were standing, the siren’s ass was left painfully exposed. Casually walking behind her friend, nonchalantly cranking her considerable length, she moved to her target.

Grasping Leech’s hips, thrusting into the buxom young mare, Aria took note of Gear’s movements. Releasing one of the unicorn’s hips, she reached back and pulled her swimsuit to the side. Glancing over her shoulder at the mechanic, making eye contact with her friend, her motions slowed by a fraction.

“Tell me you want it,” Gear chuckled, spanking the siren’s exposed tush with her dong.

“Tell me you don’t,” Aria countered, shooting her friend a wink. Briefly pausing, leaving Leech skewered on her junk, she released the unicorn and pulled the cheeks of her behind apart, revealing her winking pucker.

Hotdogging the siren, taking a moment to enjoy the soft buns sandwiching her shaft, Gear stepped back and readied herself. Aligning her tool, she gave Aria’s backdoor a few taunting prods before diving in. Unlike her own tush, the siren’s was a bit more broken in, allowing her to plunge in with relatively little effort - that being said, her silken interior was still delightfully cozy.

With the first bit of her length lodged in Aria’s ass, Gear shuffled forward and grabbed the siren’s hips. Delving deeper, burying inch after inch of her tool into her friend’s supple backside, she didn’t stop until her entirety was entombed. Thrusting forward, she signaled the debaucherous fuck-trail to lurched into motion.

As Aria was steadily banged by Gear, she doled out the same treatment to Leech. Sandwiched between the amazoness earth pony and the lithe unicorn, she attempted to find her rhythm. Fortunately, since Leech was relatively short, she was able to handle the mare with ease. Rocking back to meet her friend’s strokes, she was awash with the sensory delights of her position; her ass was stuff, her dick was wet, and she couldn’t be happier.

Standing on her tiptoes, doing her damnedest to keep her balance, Leech’s marehood was savagely pounded from behind. Making the best of the situation, she wantonly massaged her clit and toyed with one nipple. One of the joys of hooking up with larger partners was that they got to do most of the work, allowing her to play with herself with ease. Tilting her head back, openly mewling like a harlot, she filled the air with her lilting, sensual tones.

As Gear rutted the siren, her attitude began to shift. In spite of having just received a thorough banging, the domineering portions of her mind slowly crept to the fore. She was, for all intents and purposes, an alpha dickmare, and her actions started to reflect such. Sinking her fingers into Aria’s hips, pulling the siren to herself, she bucked away. In that moment, she was in charge, and she was going to make sure everyone involved, as well as any onlookers, knew it.

Freeing one hand, she reached up and pulled Aria’s head backward, while jamming two fingers into her friend’s mouth. Taking note of how deep she was, she adjusted her thrusting incrementally, causing her medial ring to directly accost the siren’s prostate. Her efforts were rewarded by a vice-like grip on her member, as well as a throaty groan from her partner.

“You like that?” she growled, pressing her tits against Aria’s back. “Being bred like some bitch,” she hissed, nibbling her friend’s ear.

Aria moaned around Gear’s fingers. Pressing herself back, clamping down on the mechanic’s shaft, her focus shifted from the unicorn sheathing her cock to the dickmare plundering her rear. It wasn’t that Leech didn’t feel sublime, but she had an affinity for being roughly pounded. Clenching her pucker, giving herself to the earth pony breeding her tush, her submissive side took hold.

“I’m gonna fuck your cum into that little whore,” Gear rumbled, jackhammering the siren’s behind. Removing her fingers from Aria’s maw, her hand slid downward, over her friend’s chest and to the nipple of one breast.

Taking note of the situation, Leech realized what she had to do. Igniting her magic, she assisted the siren with the task at hand. Her sorcery railed against Gear’s physical might, as the two pushed and pulled the siren to suit their salacious needs. Furiously rubbing her clit, hellbent on getting a cunt full of spunk, she pushed herself to the limit.

Caught between the strumpet unicorn and her burly friend, Aria found herself being used like some depraved sex toy. Besieged by pleasure, with every erogenous zone stimulated, her pleasure soared. Her shaft throbbed, nestled within Leech’s depths, and her pucker milked Gear’s length. It wasn’t long before the telltale signs of release were roaring towards her, leaving her shuddering with delight.

Viciously pistoning the siren, Gear could feel herself starting to flare. Releasing the siren’s hips, slipping both of her hands under the dickmare’s swimsuit, she tugged on her friend’s teats. She wasn’t going to last long, but she was going to make sure she wasn’t the first one to pop.

“Cum for me, you slut,” she snarled, hilting herself.

Aria cried out, as she bent to Gear’s will. Her second load of the day rocketed up her length, erupting into the mare impaled on her. Were it not for the combined efforts of the unicorn’s magic and the earth pony’s strength, she would have collapsed. Every part of her spasmed, shivering uncontrollably, while she climaxed.

The sudden influx of spunk blindsided Leech, sending her into a tailspin of rapture. The heat and pressure in the depths of her sex, plugged by the siren’s thick flare, sent seed flooding into her womb. Screaming incoherently, gushing her nectar over Aria’s legs and groin, she convulsed. Though her sorcery faltered, it didn’t fail completely, allowing her to stay in place.

With the air filled with the sinful screams of ecstasy, Gear peaked. Her marecock, ravenous to claim a mate, disgorged liters of jizz into the siren, painting the siren’s interior with her essence. Grunting like the alpha beast she was, she unloaded into her friend. Unfortunately, the second orgasm took a toll on her; her knees buckled, her grip slackened, and she found herself crashing over on Aria’s back.

The threesome collapsed, leaving the three in an obscene pile. Sweaty, covered in a cocktail of juices, and breathing heavily, the trio fell to the sand. The pile of limbs and bodies lie there, panting heavily and struggling to regain composure. Interestingly enough, Leech was the first to free herself, wriggling free from the heap.

Unsteadily pushing herself up, freeing herself from the softening dick in her snatch, she dusted the sand from her slick and sticky frame. With startling indifference, seemingly uncaring about the miniature stream of cum leaking down her thighs, she strutted over to the nearby cooler and retrieved a drink.

Though Aria was cum-drunk and on the verge of passing out, Gear wearily watched the unicorn steal one of their sodas. Honestly, she didn’t care, considering the mare had goaded them into a ménage à trois. Without skipping a beat, Leech sauntered back over and squatted down beside her, taking a sip of her pilfered beverage.

“So, where are y’all staying tonight?” the impish unicorn casually asked.

“The Gilded Horseshoe. Why?” Gear countered, peering up at the mare.

“You’ll find out later, hot stuff,” Leech shot back, winking at the spent dickmare - with that, she stood, turn, and trotted away, almost as if their encounter had been some nonchalant event.

Gear knit her brow, unsure of what the unicorn had meant. Regardless, Aria and she were a mess, coated in jizz, so they needed to get rinsed off relatively quickly; the last thing either of them needed was dried cum in their fur. Getting to her feet, dragging her length from the siren’s abused backside, she brushed herself off.

“W...what kind of crazy bitch was that?” Aria wheezed, watching the mare flee.

In truth, Gear wasn’t sure, although she had a nagging feeling she’d be seeing more of the unicorn again…