Sinful Sabbatical

“You know, this really isn’t a bad little spot,” Aria noted, running her finger around the rim of her appletini. Crossing her legs beneath the table, she looked over at her date.

“Yeah,” High Gear began, taking a sip from her blue motorcycle, “it’s a nice place and the drinks aren’t bad either; not like that watered down stuff you get in the city.” The choice of drink, while tasty, was ironic, given that she was a self-taught mechanic.

After their earlier jaunt at the beach, the two had returned to their hotel room to clean themselves and recuperate. Their morning, which had become unexpectedly debaucherous, had been an interesting and pleasantly surprising experience. Even though they’d intended on simply lounging on the shore and soaking in some sun, they’d wound up rutting one another, as well as a sprightly young nympho, in a rather shameless public display.

The remainder of their day had been significantly less thrilling, though they’d enjoyed it nonetheless. Brunch, a bout of shopping, and ultimately a light dinner had filled their prior hours, before they’d decided to go out for a nightcap. Discarding their casual wear, the pair had gotten dressed and headed to a highly recommended bar next to their accommodations.

High Gear had selected a pink, open chested qipao dress. The garment, a striking crimson with stylized cherry blossoms, complimented her coral colored coat exquisitely. Aria had gone with a significantly less modest choice of attire, choosing to wear a painfully short black mini-skirt and matching tube top. Differences in fashion aside, their garb allowed them to conceal, barely in the latter’s case, a rather provocative bit of physiology.

Both Gear and Aria were dickmares, having the relatively uncommon combination of male and female biological traits. Tall, extraordinarily well built, and imposing, the two were, for all intents and purposes, women, albeit for their large, fully functional set of stallion genitalia. Beyond the anatomical quirk and heightened sexual drive, they weren’t much different from anybody else.

“Kinda sucks that we can’t stay here longer,” Gear lamented, casting a somber gazed at the gently rolling waves of the sea.

“Yeah, but it’s not all bad,” Aria rebuked. “It just gives us more of a reason to enjoy ourselves. Besides,” she continued, clandestinely extending one leg, “we can still have some fun.”

Maybe it was due to the fact that she’d been the centerpiece of a fuck-train earlier, or perhaps it was because she was on her third drink of the night, but she found herself pining for more action. Sure, she didn’t want her friend rounding their day out on a melancholy tone, though that was only part of it. In truth, ever since that little harlot had interrupted their reverie on the beach, she’d wanted another swing at the mechanic.

“True...Maybe we could-” Gear started, as something caressed her package.

Reclining, angling her head to the side, she glanced under the table. The toned, muscular calf of Aria’s leg was all she could see, considering the girl’s foot had slipped beneath the hem of her dress. The warm, surprisingly soft touch of the siren’s foot stood in sharp contrast to the cold, hard metal of her friend's pair of toe rings against her bare nethers. Looking up, a wry grin split her face.

“Don’t mind me, I’m just giving you a hard time,” Aria snickered, stroking the mechanic’s length with the arch of her foot.

“Alright, I think that’s enough drinks for you,” Gear laughed, leaning forward to snatch the siren’s beverage. Reaching for the glass, Aria brought her face forward, right towards her, and affixed her with a half-lidded stare.

“Or,” the fuchsia dickmare purred, continuing her impromptu massage of her friend’s semi-rigid tool, “how about you get me a nice, stiff drink.” Her hand crept forward, sweetly lacing her fingers with her date’s own.

The unmistakable invitation, coupled with the impromptu hand-holding, caused Gear’s cock to twitch. She’d had every intention of wrapping their night up with a good lay, though it seemed the siren was a bit too impatient to wait. Seizing her friend’s wrist, she got to her feet. Unplanned or not, she found herself compelled to oblige the siren’s request.

Having opted to go commando, the imprint of Gear’s partial erection was painfully obvious; spying it caused Aria’s heart to flutter. She hadn’t known if her gambit would work, given that it was still relatively early in the evening, but she wasn’t about to complain. Being pulled out of her seat and dragged towards the restroom, smiling like an idiot, she realized she was about to get exactly what she wanted.

Hauling Aria behind herself, Gear barged through the door of the bathroom. A number partitioned toilets sat along one wall, with sinks resting opposite. Plodding along, heading towards the final stall, she made sure to check that they were alone. It wasn’t like she was opposed to putting on a show, but she’d rather not get blacklisted from the bar.

The titanic dickmare came to an abrupt halt, as she entered the far stall of the room. Wheeling around, yanking the siren inside, Gear slammed her against the wall. Without pause, like a striking serpent, her head shot forward. Pressing her lips to Aria’s, worming her tongue into the girl’s mouth; her free hand dropped and glid down her friends back, where she sunk her fingers into her date’s tush.

Caught unawares, Aria’s eyes fluttered at the abrupt act. Wrapping one arm around Gear’s back, she pulled her friend to herself. Her growing hard-on railed against her thong, ultimately slipping out from the side of the flimsy piece of apparel. The undergarment wasn’t designed for a full-package dickmare like herself, but it really showed off her ass well, so she wore it relatively often; regardless, her member quickly tented her skirt.

Retracting her head, leering at the panting siren, Gear shifted her focus. Releasing her grip on Aria’s rump, she took a step backward and reached down. Shifting the front flap of her dress, drawing it to the side, she pointed at her prick. She knew she didn’t have to say anything, yet she’d be remiss for not doing so.

“Get down there and choke yourself on it, you slut,” she quietly growled, flexing her pelvic muscles and causing her dick to jerk.

Silently, knowing what was expected of her, the siren acquiesced. Sliding down the wall to her haunches, she splayed her legs and squatted. Bringing herself eye-level with Gear’s throbbing, rouge colored stallionhood, her mouth began to water. Traced with veins, nearly as thick as her forearm, the damn thing was a masterpiece given flesh.

Gently wrapping her fingers around its base, Aria angled it towards her face. The sheer weight of the thing was impressive enough, but that wasn’t the most captivating feature - no, that honor went to the heat and smell. Inching closer, bringing her snout to its broad tip, she inhaled deeply. The earthy, heady notes of Gear’s musk flooded her sinuses, causing her ass to involuntarily clench.

“There’s a good bitch. Go ahead, enjoy yourself,” Gear chuckled, watching the show. She didn’t have a problem savoring a fat, juicy marecock in her throat or rear end, but nothing quite beat watching someone worship her equipment.

Opening her mouth, Aria slipped the bloated tip of Gear’s tool past her pouting lips. Running her tongue around and under her friend’s shaft, the salty, slightly sour flavor of unwashed marecock coated her taste buds. Closing her eyes, relishing the cloying taste, she pressed her head forward, slowly driving more of the magnificent fleshy log into her maw.

Humming contentedly, enjoying the display, Gear grabbed one of the siren’s pigtails. Steadily pulling her closer, feeling the resistance of Aria’s throat, she snorted. Clutching the other length of hair in her free hand, she gradually applied more force, causing the girl to gag. Even if she hadn’t knocked a few back, the outcome was inevitable; the strumpet knew better than to poke the bear, now she was going to suffer the salacious consequences.

Inhaling deeply, relaxing her jaw and throat, Aria rammed her head forward. She’d asked for it, and was an abject whore for rough treatment, so it was time for her to kneel and deliver. The resistance in her esophagus yielded, as the massive length of meat descended towards her stomach. Resting one hand on Gear’s hip, steadying herself, she idly cranked her shaft.

With both her hands on Aria’s head, Gear started to buck her hips. Incrementally, her shaft plunged deeper and deeper into the siren’s muzzle. As her medial ring bumped against the girl’s lips, she drove forward, sinking the thick root of her tool into her friend’s face. Now practically hilted, spying the shocked look in the siren’s eyes, she relaxed her grip.

“If you’re going to blow me, do it right,” she chided, softly slapping her fellow dickmare’s cheek.

Pulling back just enough to catch a breath, Aria redoubled her efforts. Freeing her member, she clutched her throat. Bobbing her head, working the sensitive underside of Gear’s shaft with her tongue, she literally choked herself. While it was somewhat uncomfortable, she made sure to give herself air on the backstrokes - after all, it wasn’t her first rodeo.

Supremely pleased with her friend’s efforts, Gear relented in her efforts and resigned herself to enjoy the moment. Not only were the warm, snug confines of Aria’s throat exceptional, but it was one hell of a show. There weren’t many mares, or stallions for that matter, who were willing to throttle themselves while sucking a dick, which made her appreciate the siren’s actions all that much more.

The pair were so preoccupied with themselves that the sound of a slamming door caught them woefully off guard. Gear nearly fell backwards, dislodging half of her length from her friend’s gullet, while a muffled gag was all Aria could muster. Clamping her lips around the fat length of pony meat, the siren swabbed the appendage clean of saliva and precum while pulling it clear of her snout. Both mares pulled away and shot to their feet, doing their damnedest to make themselves presentable.

Aria was first to flee, scampering out of the stall, past the interloper, and towards the exit. Gear wasn’t far behind, though her approach was worlds apart; unlike her friend, who’d shielded her erection and nearly ran, she took her time. Strutting forth, her cock swaying from side to side, she looked the meddler in the eye.

The mare, a middle aged unicorn, impassively looked over at the mechanic - that was, until she saw the swinging, slick fuck-stick at the dickmare’s groin. Noting what had the woman’s attention, Gear slowed and grabbed her junk. She was not in the mood to deal with some uppity broad, after being interrupted.

“Either quit staring or start suckin’,” Gear grumbled, squinting at the lady. The stranger promptly averted her gaze and raced into the nearest stall, slamming and locking the door behind herself. “That’s what I thought,” she murmured to herself, storming out of the restroom.

Stomping outside, casting her head from side to side, she scanned the area for her friend. Fortunately, she didn’t have to look for long, given Aria’s size in relation to most ponies. The siren was loitering by the far corner of the building, concealing her groin behind the brick wall of the structure. With a heavy sigh, realizing their evening out had been cut short, she strolled to their empty table, downed the remainder of their drinks, and plodded over to her date.

Aria cooly watched Gear approach, knowing full well she’d likely get an earful. It wasn’t like her to run off like that, even if there were several folks about to walk in on them, so she couldn’t blame her friend for being upset. She was far from afraid of having an onlooker or two watch her get her get her throat swabbed, but the abruptness of the disruption had given her an idea. If she stopped, that potentially meant an even harder fucking as punishment…

“Thanks for ditching me,” Gear grunted, crossing her arms beneath her rack.

With a shrug, Aria turned and began strolling in the direction of their hotel. “I would apologize, but I don’t think I want to…”

Gear blinked rapidly, scarcely believing what she’d just heard. “Excuse me?”

“The way I see it, it’s my turn to top anyways, since you plowed me earlier,” the siren teased continuing on her path. “That is,” she whispered, glancing over her shoulder, “unless you think you can make me do otherwise…” With the bait laid, she looked away and kept walking.

Breaking into a run, Gear swiftly caught the siren and hefted the girl onto her shoulder. Wrapping her arm around Aria’s waist, she marched back to their room. With her patience at its limit, listening to her friend’s excited giggling, her pace increased. Having a blow job disturbed was bad enough, so having her date joke about who was going to fuck who certainly didn’t help.

Reaching their room, the mechanic pulled a key from her bra and let herself in, just before tossing her friend onto the mattress. Watching one of the siren’s tits pop free, as she landed on the bed, only served to stoke her fuming arousal. Re-locking the door behind herself, without looking at her friend, she uttered one simple sentence.

“If you’re not presenting yourself, by the time I turn around, I’m not using lube…”

Dragging her top up and over her head, discarding the garment, Aria fought to remove her skirt and thong. Even a professional bottom bitch like herself would have a hard time handling someone of Gear’s size without lube, so the threat really struck home. Frantically undressing, throwing her clothing hither and yon, she scrambled onto her hands and knees.

Aiming her derriere at the mechanic, the siren pressed her bare chest to the covers. Almost reflexively, she snatched up and pillow, from beneath the headboard, to rest her face on. Knowing her friend, she was in for one hell of a ride, so having a cushion to bite on wasn’t a bad idea.

Spinning in place, Gear reached behind herself and began unzipping her dress. Aria had done as asked, looking like a bitch in heat. Her pucker, pronounced and exceptionally well trained, lie nestled between the cheeks of her rump, just above her heavy, pendulous nuts. Stepping forward, eyeing the girls’ succulent behind, she licked her lips and slowly knelt by the bedside.

A hot breath on her taint was all the warning Aria received, before the unmistakable sensation of a tongue warmed her thigh. Up her leg, over one glute, the muscular appendage wandered, until it crept into the crack of her ass. She shuddered, as it ran around her backdoor, teasing her momentarily prior to worming itself into her.

Grabbing Aria’s upper legs, burying her face in the siren’s backside, Gear pulled the girl to herself. Truth be told, there may have been enough residual spunk in her friend’s colon to work as lube, but she brushed the idea aside. Groaning, nearly jamming her snout into the rump before her, she savored the lingering taste of her own cum.

Pressing her tush onto Gear’s face, Aria groaned. As far as she was concerned, when it came to ways of getting warmed up and adequately lubed, nothing quite beat having your ass eaten. Pushing her torso up, eager for more, she rocked backwards. Her violet length throbbed, leaking the smallest amount of pre-cum to the blankets.

Taking a deep breath, grabbing hold of Aria’s waist, Gear jammed her snout deeper. Almost cut off from oxygen, lapping at the siren’s innards, a loud, whorish moan filled the air. Swirling, twisting, and thrusting, her tongue made a mess of the girl’s backdoor, which only served to get her more excited herself. Finally, after her growing lust became too much to bear, she pulled her head back.

Feeling Gear’s withdrawal, Aria leapt into action. Letting her chest rest on the bed, she reached back, grabbed one cheek of her ass in each hand, and pulled her pillowy buns apart. Sooner or later, she’d be getting a thick length of cock crammed in her rear end, and she knew the mechanic had a soft spot for her slutty behavior.

“Atta girl,” Gear hummed. Licking her fingers, she brought her hand to the siren’s behind, before slipping two of the digits into Aria’s ass.

Aria whimpered, as her prostate was not-so-gently massaged. The two fingers were quickly joined by a third, then a fourth, while Gear worked the sensitive area with increasing force. Clenching around her friend’s digits, hungry for more, she shifted in place. Releasing her tush, she slipped her hands beneath her breasts and began to twist and pinch her nipples.

“Yeah, you better not try to touch your cock,” Gear laughed, milking the siren’s prostate. “If you want me to treat you like a whore, I’ll fuck the cum out of you like one. Now, if you want it, beg for it…”

“P...please,” Aria whimpered, wiggling her behind.

“Please what?” Gear sneered, idly cranking her shaft with her free hand.

“Please fuck me,” the siren pleaded, tugging at her teats.

As badly as she would’ve liked to stroke her dick, she knew better. Gear was as strong or possibly slightly stronger than her, so she realized disobeying wouldn’t end well - besides, she wasn’t against being plowed into a stupor. The fingers in her backside slowly retreated, causing a smirk to creep across her face.

Standing, Gear loudly clapped one of Aria’s cheeks, rewarding her with a yelp of surprise. Leveling the head of her prodigious tool at her friend’s upturned rump, she shuffled forward. Hotdogging the siren for a moment, savoring the soft and plump cheeks around her shaft, she retracted her hips, aligned herself, and brutally crammed nearly half of her length into the girl.

The sensation of being so abruptly filled was sensational, leaving Aria to mewl like a filly on prom night. Doing her best to stay relaxed, giving herself a second to adjust to the intrusion, her prick wetly slapped against her belly. Thankfully, her friend was kind enough to give her a brief pause - or so she thought.

“Well?” Gear grunted, knitting her brow.

“Well?” Aria parroted, peeing over her shoulder. Her friend stood, her arms crossed over her chest, glaring at her.

“Fuck yourself on it already,” the mechanic replied, fully content to let the siren take the initiative.

Aria didn’t have to be asked twice. Rocking back, forcing more of Gear’s cock into herself, she began to move. Little by little, the girthy member delved deeper into her behind. Relaxing herself with every backward plunge, and clenching her hole with each withdrawal, she skillfully worked the vascular appendage.

Pleased with the sight, Gear was stricken by inspiration. Glancing over to the coffee table, easily within arm’s reach, she spied the siren’s phone. Leaning slightly, snatching up the device, she activated the camera. Seeing her face pop up on the screen, she grinned wickedly and pressed the record button.

“Here’s how you can tell you’ve got ‘em hooked,” she laughed, extending her arm.

Taping the siren wantonly bucking at her dick, content with the angle, she brought the phone behind her ass. Given that she couldn’t see the screen, she was left to blindly guess what she was taping. Arching her back slightly, attempting to capture a closeup of the action, she waited a second, pulled her hand back, and checked the recording.

The film wasn’t perfect, but it wasn’t bad for a quick video. Sending the clip to herself, making a mental note to tease Aria with it later, she turned the phone off and placed it back on the counter. Resting her hands on the siren’s hips, digging her fingers into the toned yet yielding flesh, she drove her waist forward. Now that she had a memento for the evening, it was time to fuck.

Feeling the mechanic grab hold, Aria pushed her torso up. If Gear was about to take the reigns, she’d need to brace herself, lest she inadvertently collapse from the impending rutting she was going to receive. Locking her arms out, she looked down her chest, between her swaying breasts, to her friend’s plump, ripe nuts.

Nonchalantly, almost experimentally, Gear started thrusting into her friend. Enjoying herself, taking her time, drove more and more of herself into Aria’s ass, until her medial ring ground against the siren’s taut hole. Steeling resolve, applying more pressure, her efforts were rewarded by a subtle pop. So close to bottoming out, with only a scant few inches of her length left to go, she rammed the remainder of her tool inside the siren’s confines.

Aria’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, as she was hilted. The sensation was fleeting though, with Gear quickly pulling back. Seizing the retreating member with her pucker, hampering its efforts to escape, she was rewarded with a particularly violent thrust. Her entire body lurched forward, under the unstoppable impetus of her friend’s movement.

Having fully sheathed herself, Gear deep dicked Aria’s behind. Drawing out almost half of her length out, being sure to keep a firm hold of her friend’s hips, she sunk herself back into her mate. Forcibly bucking forward, while simultaneously pulling the girl to herself, the siren’s pastel tush rhythmically crashed back against her waist.

Moaning, holding herself steady, Aria was in heaven. Her marecock was drooling pre-cum like a faucet, making a mess of the bed, a testament to her abject delight. Her interior clung to Gear’s shaft, contorting and warping around the godly cock within her. The intensity of it all, of submitting to something so majestic, was unimaginable. Simply knowing she was being used in such a sinful manner was enough to push her close to the edge.

Gradually, with the air filled with the symphony of wanton groans and the drumbeat of flesh on flesh, Gear’s pace began to quicken. Harder and harder, faster and faster, she hammered into her friend. Given the octave of the siren’s lewd wails, she figured the girl had to be close, which meant only one thing.

Carefully, one foot at a time, Gear stepped up onto the mattress. Her change in position, while awkward to achieve, allowed her to do one very special thing. The angle of her thrusts shifted abruptly, causing her member to directly impact Aria’s prostate with each plunge. Freeing one hand, grabbing one of her friend’s pigtails, she pulled the girl’s head back.

“Scream for me,” she growled, continuing to breed the siren’s ass.

Between the change in position, Gear’s tone, and having her hair pulled, something snapped within Aria. Crying out, begging for the mechanic to rut her senseless, her mind slowly went blank. Lightning bolts of pleasure coursed through her body, pushing her to her limit. She just needed more, just the slightest extra nudge, before she’d lose herself to the maelstrom of bliss.

Looming over Aria, jackhammering the girl’s ass, Gear pulled Aria’s hair and gave one final command. “Cum for me, Slut…”

And cum Aria did. Her prick erupted like a geyser, spraying the blankets with her seed. Her stuffed pucker spasmed, twitching uncontrollably around her friend’s shaft, as she lost control. Trembling, her arms gave out, leaving her torso to crash onto the spunk soaked mattress.

Seizing the moment, quickly grabbing the siren’s waist, Gear went into a frenzy. Knowing she was in charge, an alpha dickmare and breeding stud, was supremely intoxicating. Plowing away, fucking Aria with every ounce of strength she had, she grit her teeth. She realized she’d passed the point of no return, considering she’d been teased in the bathroom earlier, so she was going to make it count.

With her orgasm starting to subside, and another rushing to take over, Aria’s consciousness waned. There were very, very few who could deliver a dicking on-par with Gear, so even a seasoned butt slut like herself would have a hard time coping with the unrefined savagery of it all. Holding on, sinking her teeth into her pillow, she did everything she could to please her mate.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the floodgates broke. Roaring, plowing every inch of herself into the siren, Gear’s shaft throbbed violently. The head of her cock flared, swelling to more than double its original size, locking itself into Aria’s depths. Pints of foal batter rushed through her length, causing it to stretch the girl’s ass marginally more, before they reached her tip.

A few drops, followed by a trickle, then ultimately a tsunami of hot, fertile cum exploded into the siren, surging into her guts and painting her interior with Gear’s essence. The additional pressure and heat were too much to bear for Aria, resulting in a spontaneous second climax. With both dickmares in the throes of rapture, their motions ground to a halt.

Gear was the first to recover, cracking an eye at her dazed friend. Pushing herself up, unsteadily getting to her feet beside the bed, she hauled her softening length from the siren’s ass. No sooner had the bloated head of her tool popped free, then a deluge of jizz gushed from the girl’s ass. The sight was amazing, sparking an idea.

Fumbling for Aria’s phone, Gear snapped several pictures before hitting the record button. Focusing on the siren’s abused, gaping ass, she plunged two fingers of her free hand into the leaking hole. Swirling her digits around, hearing her friend moaning incoherently, she kept the camera steady.

“And that, mares and gentlecolts, is how you do it,” she laughed, pressing the stop button.

Sitting down on the mattress, Gear watched and re-watched the clips she’d made. While she hadn’t planned on making any videos of fooling around with Aria, she found herself more and more keen on the idea. Sure, the angles weren’t perfect, and the quality of camera wasn’t the best, but the concept of being recorded was a novel one.

“Hey, Aria,” she grunted, nudging her friend’s leg.

“Huh,” the siren wheezed, groggy from the insanely good dicking she’d just suffered through.

“You know anyone with a studio?” Gear asked, showing the amateur video to her friend.

“I mean, - Cough - maybe? I think Sonata’s got connections with folks,” Aria croaked. “Why?”

Caressing the siren’s rump, drawing her fingers over the soft and sticky fur, Gear hummed cheerfully to herself. “Because an ass like that deserves to be immortalized in film,” she complimented, giving the girl’s tush a squeeze. It was true; Aria did have fine assets, so she wasn’t sure why she hadn’t thought about making a flick of them sooner.

“We can talk about it after I get the cum off my coat,” the siren grumbled. Pushing herself up, she swung her legs over the mattress. Unfortunately, as she went to stand, her knees buckled. She would have fallen, were it not for the quick actions of her friend. Catching her, the mechanic pulled her close.

“What am I going to do with you,” Gear laughed, cradling the girl in her lap.

“I’m not sure” Aria giggled, craning her neck and giving Gear a little kiss, “so I guess you’ll have to figure it out…”