Coming Together

As she stepped out of the tub and onto the bathroom mat, beads of water ran down Aria’s frame. She’d hoped her lover would join her, having taken her time with washing up, although the mechanic hadn’t appeared in time. While it was a bit unfortunate to shower by herself, she couldn’t be too upset - after all, since they both had some downtime, they’d been around one another constantly for the last few days.

“You might want to give the water heater a few minutes,” she loudly announced, reaching for a towel, “since you took so long.”

Failing to hear a reply, she sighed. For all she knew, the beefy dickmare was in the living room and out of earshot. Halfheartedly drying herself and marching into their bedroom, something on the bed caught her eye. Stepping over and inspecting the odd item, she knit her brow; it almost looked like some sort of neatly folded garment had been laid out, but the colors were extraordinarily garish and it appeared pretty small.

“Gear,” she hollered, “what the hell is…” She fell silent, seeing a figure appear in the doorway. Adorned in a rather scandalous parody of an emerald colored gi, her paramour smiled proudly over at her. The fabric of her painfully short top was tied over her bosom, while her lower half was fully covered by the heavy cloth of the garment; it may have been a bit strange for a getup, but it was oddly sexy. “Wait a second, it’s that -”

“My old Laura costume!” Gear proudly announced, striking a pose.

Aria rolled her eyes, trying and failing to hold back a smile. Of all the pastimes for her mate to have, she would never have guessed cosplaying would be one of them. Though she didn’t do it often, the beefy and exceptionally well-hung mechanic would dress up at popular video game characters for conventions or public events. It was silly, harmless, and apparently a pretty sure-fire way to get a lay, but she couldn’t help but find it silly.

“What the hell is so funny?” Gear huffed, strutting over and playfully punching the siren’s arm.

“Nothing,” Aria snickered, shaking her head, “you’re just a goofball.” Shifting her focus to the second outfit on the bed, she scrunched her snout. “What’s that?”

“Oh! That’s one which didn’t quite fit me,” the mechanic huffed, leaning over and snatching up the costume. “I found both of them in the closet and, honestly, I nearly forgot I had the thing.”

Snatching the bizarrely colored tangle of fabric from the pony’s grasp, Aria shook the getup loose and gave herself a better look. The outfit appeared to be two parts, an elastic tube-top style upper piece and a pair of black tights with baggy white leggings. As strange as it looked, it gave her an idea. Wheeling around and sauntering back into the restroom, with the purloined costume in her hand, she nonchalantly saw herself into the bathroom.

Gear pursed her lips, only eventually dragging her eyes from the songstress’ fleeing rear. “What are you -”

“Gimme a minute and wait right there,” Aria tutted. Giving her lover a fleeting smile, she shut the door behind herself.

Though Gear was slightly confused with the sudden development, she did as she was asked. Easing herself onto the edge of the bed, she flopped back and stared up at the ceiling. It had been ages since she’d dressed up and gone out in character, but finding her old costume got her wheels spinning. If she asked really nicely and possibly bribed the siren with the promise of a night out, she might just be able to bring Aria along with her to a convention.

“Mwahahahahaha!” a cackle emerged from the bathroom, causing the mechanic to turn. Just as Gear’s head turned, the door burst open and Aria emerged, except it wasn’t Aria. Clad in the skintight outfit, the siren struck a menacing pose and clenched her fist. “Now that I’m at full power,” the villainous vixen mused, stroking the obscene bulge at her groin, “I will finally defeat you!”

Even if Aria knew next to nothing about the character she was dressed up as, she was dimly aware that it was a scoundrel of some sort. As for her attire, it left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Not only was the costume too damn small for her, barely restraining her bust, ass, and package, but it almost seemed to be designed to get folks off - for fuck’s sake, she’d seen strippers in more modest clothing.

Leaping to her feet, without skipping a beat, Gear menacingly thrust a finger at her lover. “You’ll never defeat me, Juri!”

Aria threw her arms wide and laughed menacingly, fully intent on mocking her would-be foe - that was, until she suddenly and quite unexpectedly found herself in a headlock. Caught woefully off guard, she only struggled for an instant. Gear was slightly bigger and stronger than her, not to mention her wardrobe hindered her movement, so she was metaphorically fucked - unless she could be actually fucked…

Grinning maniacally, she rocked back and ground her ass against her paramour’s crotch. “Such a mighty warrior. Surely you wouldn’t punish me for being so bad…”

While she hadn’t planned on seducing her lover so abruptly, she had no qualms about getting a spontaneous dicking. The outfits, while a bit silly, did add an exotic element to the situation, giving her a bit more leverage to temp the dickmare into some action. Reaching back, lovingly stroking her mate’s mane, she craned her head and met the woman’s eye.

“Do you really think that would work?” Gear huffed, keenly aware of the supple ass massaging her package.

Giving a half-assed shrug, Aria’s smirk broadened. “Not really, no...Unless you recorded it and uploaded the video to HornHub…”

The mechanic’s grip slackened, if only a bit, before she blithely humped the siren. “Is that a suggestion or -”

“Just get the damn camera,” Aria snickered.

Releasing her mate and giving a lighthearted salute, Gear scampered to the nightstand. With a number of cameras available, varying in quality and size, the only real question was what angle to capture the event from. Retrieving one of the small devices from her drawer, along with a flexible tripod, she rushed back to the awaiting villain.

As she thoughtfully rubbed her chin, a eureka moment seemed to strike her. “Can’t go wrong with a dutch angle,” she thought aloud, squatting down and setting the camera on the floor. An upward shot would capture a unique view of the action and both their bodies bodies at work, providing the perfect way to record the impending fuck-fest.

“So...Uh…” Aria grunted, reaching back and pawing at her behind. “You know, if you’re planning on plowing me in these, you might have to rip a hole in them.” As unfortunate as it was, she couldn’t see how they’d do the deed without destroying the garment.

Dismissively waving a hand, Gear rose to her full height. “Nah, I already thought of that,” she remarked. “Here, lift your leg.”

Quietly obliging, the siren balanced on one foot. Her lover’s hand wandered to her crotch, playing with the clinging fabric to reveal a carefully concealed opening. She wasn’t sure how she’d missed it while changing, but there was a fly splitting the inseam between the legs. It was an ingenious feature and one which would make using the restroom or any sort of lewd shenanigans immeasurably easier.

“Why am I not surprised,” Aria giggled, as her equipment was pulled free from the garment.

“Can you blame me?” the mechanic murmured. Pressing her chest to the songstress’ back, she reached around and casually stroked her mate’s hardening length. “I ain’t gonna take my pants off every time I need to piss.”

“Or get your dick sucked,” the siren countered, peeking back at the woman.

Releasing her lover’s shaft, Gear’s fingers drifted around the girl’s weighty nuts and back to the succulent pucker between her cheeks. “Or that…”

As Aria went to lower her leg, fully intent on bending over to present herself, the woman’s hand shot up and cradled her knee. Having been fucked in each permutation of every position imaginable, it only took her a second to figure out what how they were going to get down to business - as such, a wolfish smile crept across her muzzle.

“You think that puny tool of yours could ever vanquish me?” she chided.

Taking a moment to fish her rigid stallionhood from her pants, Gear prodded the tip of her length against Aria’s eager hole. Even without lube, she knew they’d be fine. Between the copious amounts of pre-cum she produced, how supremely well-trained her paramour’s ass was, and the fact that there was more than likely still some cum in the girl’s backside from the night prior, there’d be more than enough lubrication to manage.

With one hand on the siren’s hip and the other supporting the girl’s leg, she pressed her hips forward. The battering ram-like head of her cock Popped into her mate, sending a shiver up her spine. No matter how many times she buried her cock in the songstress, the feeling never got old. Hot and snug, like a lover’s embrace, the welcoming sensation was as divine as ever.

Despite being balancing on one foot, Aria fully committed herself. Reaching back and grabbing the woman’s waist, she threw her tush in reverse and nearly hilted herself - nearly in that she couldn’t bring herself to do it fully. Though she was perfectly capable of fucking herself on the mechanic, getting plowed by the hulking dickmare was what she was really after.

Taking the hint, Gear withdrew slightly, steadied herself, and started fucking. It was a bit of a juggling act, keeping the girl balanced while screwing, but the video they were making would well be worth the effort. Once edited and uploaded online, it should be able to net them a bit of extra spending money - after all, it wasn’t too often that people got to see two exceptionally well hung video game characters going to pound town.

Silently resting beneath them, the camera captured the scene perfectly. With her breasts squished to Aria’s back, Gear steadily hammered away at the girl’s ass. The angle of the shot couldn’t be more perfect, capturing the penetration, the siren’s leaking tool, and their pendulous nuts swaying in the air above.

“You won’t - Mmmph - beat me that easily,” Aria groaned, clenching around her lover’s dick.

Slightly altering the trajectory of her thrusts, Gear pummeled the girl’s prostate. “I’m only just getting started!”

Standing and rutting someone from behind wasn’t her favorite position, but the theatrics of it all more than made up for their arrangement. Seeing her lover in the getup had been provocative enough as it was, so having her put on a bit of an act only put icing on the cake. Tightening her grip on the siren, she picked up the pace.

Aria’s eyelids fluttered, as her marecock dribbled pre-cum to the floor. Though she could have stroked herself off, that was hardly something a villain would do under such circumstances. Holding the woman’s gi with one hand, she reached up and tugged her top up and over her heaving rack - not just so the camera could get a peek at her tits, but because she was a sucker for getting her nipples played with.

Immediately noticing the move, Gear slipped her arm under the girl’s knee and squeezed one teat. As she rested her chin on her mate’s shoulder, delicately pinching one supple bud of flesh between her forefinger and thumb, her hips steadily pumped away. Guided by feel alone, her medial ring brutalized the tender p-spot in her lover’s rear.

“Mmmmmm,” she hummed, shifting from long, steady strokes to a series of rapid fire plunges. “I’ll have you give up your evil ways soon enough…”

“Not unless you - Oh fuck,” Aria moaned, as the woman savagely twisted and yanked upon her nipple.

Roleplaying or not, the hot dicking was quickly becoming too much to bear. Ordinarily, ponies could go days without a lay and not suffer a problem, although it was a bit different for dickmares. Being larger and far more productive than their exclusively male and female counterparts, it wasn’t uncommon for them to need relief several times a day - as such, having gone a full night and most of a morning without any relief, the dicking was sublime.

Bucking back to meet her mate’s plunges, she levied every ounce of her carnal skill against the mechanic. Constricting her pucker, whimpering aloud, and pulling at the dickmare’s waist, her bawdy countermeasures were not to be underestimated. As like so many times before, their lovemaking transitioned into a competition of sorts; it wasn’t a matter of who was going to cum, but who was going to cum first.

On and on they went, grunting and groaning as they fucked harder and faster with every passing second. The meaty smacks of their bodies colliding mingled with their voices, creating a depraved orchestra of sound. Though the camera couldn’t really capture it well, the imprint of Gear’s pistoning length appeared and disappeared from within Aria’s abdomen. It was a depraved scene and they quickly forgot about the little act they’d been playing.

Stealthily sliding her hand around the siren’s hips, Gear grabbed the girl’s cock. It was a bit dirty to enact a reach around, since they both preferred to have the cum fucked out of them hands-free, but she couldn’t help herself. Knowing their shenanigans were being recorded, she justified her actions for the camera.

The breath hitched in Aria’s throat, her rhythm fell apart, and she suddenly found herself skyrocketing towards release. “T...That’s cheating,” she weakly stammered, blissfully unprepared for the two-prong attack.

“All is fair in love and war,” Gear purred. Cranking up the intensity, virtually jackhammering into the girl, she fiercely pumped the siren’s shaft.

With the tables utterly turned, the mechanic took the lead. Pounding her mate like a beast possessed, reveling in the control she’d gained, her demeanor shifted. It wasn’t uncommon for her to take a domineering role in the bedroom, especially when she had her partner on the ropes, and this time was no different. Tightening her grip and plowing harder than ever, she licked her lover’s neck.

Shivering, feeling herself reaching her limit, a shuddering breath escaped Aria. As close as she was, she couldn’t bring herself to give up. Summoning what little strength she had, seizing down on the woman’s tool, she craned her neck to the side. Though she may be down, she was far from out.

“You just want to - Nnngh - put a bun in my oven,” she rasped, drawing her lover’s eye. “Have me prancing around in an apron while I tend to the house, nice and knocked up, knowing your foal is in me.”

Gear slowed, if only just, as the notion sank in. It was an obscenely hot concept, one she’d gotten off to countless times in the past, and it just so happened to hit all her buttons. Gritting her teeth, she continued undeterred. She wasn’t about to lose this bout, not when she had victory within her grasp.

“I...imagine the view of my feet on your face, as you look at my big, pregnant belly and leaky tits,” Aria wheezed, hammering the point home.

Like it or not, the mental image sank the final nail in Gear’s coffin. Her stallionhood flared and throbbed wildly, while her weighty balls pulled to her groin. Cheap trick or not, having several kinks teased in rapid succession caused her endurance to flounder. Knowing she wasn’t going to last, she pulled out all the stops.

“Cum for me, Bitch,” she snarled, working the sensitive area under the siren’s cock-head.

Reaching back and grabbing her lover’s head, she pulled the mechanic’s face to her own. “Ladies first,” Aria howled, locking lips with her mate.

And in that magical moment, they both peaked. Sadly, even the camera wasn’t able to tell which muscular dickmare had lost, but that was a petty grievance. The songstress’ tool shot rope after rope of spunk over the floor, coating the carpet and making a grand mess of things. The mechanic wasn’t much better off, depositing her virile seed deep into the girl’s welcoming confines. It was a photo finish and the perfect finale for their bout of carnal combat.

Riding out the ecstasy of their near-tandem climaxes, the pair sloppily made out. It ultimately didn’t matter who had finished first, a fact which they both knew all too well. Soon enough, they’d be going at one another with all the savagery of two primal sex goddesses with a grudge to settle. As they ground to a halt, with the final shots of their creamy goodness slipping from their lengths, they slowly broke their kiss.

“Well then,” Gear huffed, releasing the siren’s leg and stepping back. Her turgid cock slipped free of the girl, resulting in a small deluge of jizz falling to the floor. “Guess I won…”

“You won?!” Aria guffawed, spinning around and jamming a finger to the woman’s chest. “I fucking won. I could feel you creaming in my ass a split second before I blew my load.”

Glowing over at her lover, Gear thoughtfully rubbed her chin. “It was close, sure, but I’m pretty sure you came before I did.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it,” the siren protested, as their dicks slapped against one another.

The lewd tension was so thick that you could’ve cut it with a knife. With their eyes locked and fists balled, the pair scowled - that was, before Aria’s lip quivered. Gear quickly followed suit, trying desperately to conceal her smile, but ultimately failing. Eventually beaming, the two broke into raucous laughter.

“Wanna see if the evil villain can corrupt the hero?” Gear mused, waggling her eyebrows.

“You go and bend over the night stand, I’ll reposition the camera,” Aria hastily replied.

The two quickly went to work, with the siren grabbing the camera and the mechanic fetching a bottle of lube. Neither could say who would win their next bout, if there were to be a distinguishable victor at all, yet that was the last thing on their minds. Though they had no way of knowing it, each silently wondered what other sorts of roleplay they could include in the bedroom...