“Get your ass up and clean your mess!”
The sound of a curtain being pushed open, along with the bright illumination of the sun jolted the young stallion, Record Scrape, from his slumber. A deep moan of disapproval left the once slumbering stallion’s mouth, as his eyelids twitched before he brought his hooves to block out the sun’s harsh rays.
“Ugh! You uncouth unicorn, you reek of plants and alcohol!” The same violent, yet rather refined voice yelled out again, quickly informing Record of just who was waking him up.
“Lay off, Concerto,” Record mumbled, as his limbs ached and his horn felt too heavy to light up and close the curtains himself. “Gimme five more minutes,” he groaned, burying his face back into the couch.
“No! Get up and clean now!” Concerto snapped back, knowing it was getting late in the morning. “I swear, if you don’t get up, I’ll dump a bucket of water on you.”
“Whatever man, do what you want,” Record grumbled, blatantly ignoring him.
“Fine! You asked for it!”
Concerto’s words were quickly followed by the sound of something metal being lifted up into the air. Before Record had any time to react, his whole body was doused in ice cold water. As the water hit him, Record broke from his cloudy state and his eyes nearly jumped out of their sockets. Curling up and letting his teeth clatter, Record gave his roommate a nasty glare.
“Fuck off, will ya!? I-I’ll clean in a b-bit!” Record snapped at Concerto before the smug earth pony smiled back at him.
“Good. Glad to see I got my message across,” Concerto replied, as he tilted his head up and tossed a dark blue towel at Record’s face. “I want you to clean up before Crescendo wakes up and sees this ungodly mess.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll c-clean the room up so your faggot boyfriend doesn’t f-faint from having his pretty little eyes tainted,” Record muttered, as he quickly started to dry himself off with a nearby couch blanket and tried to ignore the pounding headache he was starting to get.
“I told you to not use that vulgar term!” Concerto snapped once again, nearly debating about hitting Record in the head with the water bucket.
“Sorry, does stallion humper make you feel any better?” Record said with a smirk.
Concerto said nothing before he stuck his nose up in the air and trotted towards the kitchen area. As he walked away fuming, Record Scrape couldn’t help but chuckle, knowing he was able to get under the earth pony’s skin very easily.
The morning was almost always the same for both roommates. Record would have partied the previous night and Concerto would have complained in his own special way. Both were vastly opposite of each other in coat color and even personality. Concerto was a stuck up earth pony who was Canterlot born and raised and had a tendency to boss around other ponies more frequently than most could handle. While Record Scrape disliked the uppity pony, he knew Concerto was a good stallion at heart that loved to push his weight around. Considering Record was renting part of his apartment from him, Record had no choice but to live with the slightly abusive stallion.
“Hmph, go clean up and shower, will you? You reek of mares as well,” Concerto added.
“What? Jealous I reek of pussy instead of ass like you?” Record asked, chuckling while staring at a few white splotches on the couch. “Just because you bang your boyfriend all night doesn’t mean I want to hear it.”
“He is not my boyfriend!” Concerto snapped back, as he stopped trotting and turned red faced to Record. “We are refined and wealthy noblecolts who wish to indulge in the nightly desires of each other without true affection. In your vulgar and uncouth vocabulary, we are friends with benefits.”
“Whatever you say,” Record replied half heartedly, as he finished drying himself up and started to pull his still shaking body from the couch. “I’ll clean up so your ‘refined’ friend doesn’t get all huffy.”
“Thank you.” Concerto calmed back down and began trotting back for the kitchen area. “Once you clean that mess, you can do the dishes, put them away, sweep the floor, and get rid of the putrid smell in the air.”
Record just yawned as Concerto spoke, and did his best to ignore his annoying roommate. Sure, he was whiny, gay, and more pampered than the princesses themselves, but Record had no real hate for the earth pony. The only time Concerto had a beef with him was when the place was a mess or Concerto didn’t get his nightly dose of anal. The fact that he was gay didn’t bother Record all too much as well, except only when he pushed his flaming nature onto the unicorn.
“Yes sir, mister concert sell out,” Record muttered, knowing Concerto himself was a prodigy among musicians. “I’ll kiss your royal ass anyway I can!”
Though Concerto was annoyed by his friend’s sarcastic remark, he couldn’t help but smile at the comment just made.
“Funny you should make that suggestion,” Concerto said with a smirk. “With you being behind in rent, I feel it’s only civil for my lowly roommate to do such things.”
“You’re kidding… right?” Record replied with a confused look in his eyes. “Really man? I thought we made a deal for you to not push your faggotry on me.”
“Hmph, you thought I was serious in thinking you had the honor to kiss my ass?” Concerto remarked as he lowered his tail. “Please, only Crescendo gets that honor.”
“You sure he kisses it enough? I don’t think you walk funny enough in the mornings to suggest otherwise,” Record said with a laugh as he lit up his horn and started to clear the table in front of the couch.
“Don’t you doubt his sexual prowess, you boorish unicorn! He could easily outlast you if you challenged him!” Concerto snapped.
Record smiled and focused his magic fully on the table. Both ponies had no qualms about taking shots at each other’s sexuality, and most of the time it was the highlight of Record’s day when Concerto got all huffy about himself. Thankfully the words stayed words, and neither took anything to heart in the manner. Record would bare Concerto’s whiny nature and Concerto himself would bare the carefree and rather too relaxed nature of Record. Complete opposites as beings, but they somehow got along.
“Calm your teats, Con. Last thing I need to be compared to is some fancy-pansy, fruity pebble pony,” Record said quietly as he looked at the whiny earth pony and tossed an empty energy drink can at him.
Concerto got ready to reply, but as he started to turn his body, the empty can hit the dandy earth pony in the ass with a firm smack. Concerto dropped his jaw and stared in shock at what Record just did.
“You buffoon! How dare you throw that filth at me!” Concerto slammed his front hooves on the floor and glared at Record. “Hmph, if you’re going to throw something at me, at least throw your face at my ass so I can enjoy it!”
“Really, Con?” Record said with a deep sigh, as he knew he was about to get a much bigger earful from Concerto. “I’m not staring at your ass.”
“Well, you sure love throwing stuff at it.” Concerto quickly turned his body around and lifted his tail up, giving Record a much unwanted view of his ass. “I’ll only forgive you if you kiss it better!”
“You gotta be kidding me,” Record whined, already begrudgingly lighting up his horn and picked the can back up.
“Then hurry up and put it on so you won’t,” Concerto huffed, as he swished his tail and braced his hind legs.
“God, you’re such a flaming homo,” Record muttered under his breath, as he put the can back on the table and saw Concerto walk behind a bit until his ass was right in Record’s face. While he loathed the earth pony’s poor attitude, his eyes couldn’t help but stare at the rather clean and shiny ass of his obnoxious roommate.
“You use such vulgar language again and I’ll bring a hoof up and nail you in the jaw,” Concerto warned him as he lifted up a well-toned, and surprisingly muscular, leg, before dangling it aimlessly in the air.
“Whatever you say… fag,” Record replied, taunting his roommate onwards.
Gritting his teeth, Concerto started to seriously debate kicking Record in the jaw for his uncalled for term, yet, as much as he wanted to, he placed his hoof back down and his tail brushed against Record’s nose. For a brief second, Record’s vision was obscured, and his expression scrunched up as an odd smell entered his nose.
“Hey, you showered up before you woke me up!” Record said with a smile. “Looks like waking me up is the second most important part of your day.”
“Hmph, just shut up and kiss my ass already,” Concerto replied. Staring forward, Concerto thought of something just to spite the foolish unicorn for his uncouth behavior.
“Actually,” Concerto started to say, putting a bit of a more arrogant yet sultry tone in his words. “Make sure you kiss it long and hard as well.”
Record was about to reply, but Concerto interjected by shoving his ass more in Record’s face.
“You’re kidding… right?” Record replied as he tensed up and saw the cheeky pony staring over his shoulder. “Didn’t you say that only Crescendo gets the honor of kissing your ass like a pansy?”
“So? You can kiss my ass and it will make up for you throwing that can at me,” Concerto told him.
Well, looks like this will be the morning where you learn I’m not all straight. Record went quiet as his eyes went back to Concerto’s ass. Was kinda hoping for a night where you got shit faced and stumbled into my bed by accident, but now seems good enough.
“Ugh, fine, I’ll humor you and give your royal ass a nice, wet kiss,” Record told him.
As Record stared forward at the ass in front of him, his mind started to wonder how well endowed Concerto was. While they had been living with each other for a few months and Concerto was very openly gay, Record had never seen Concerto’s erection at all. He pondered how big his roommate was and, as a smile came across his face, Record wondered if he was actually bigger than he was.
“What’s taking so long? Kiss my ass already!” Concerto snapped, wiggling his rump and swished his tail.
“Sorry, I was admiring my face on your squeaky clean ass,” Record joked as he gave his lips a quick lick so they weren’t dry.
Concerto simply huffed in return and waited for the telltale kiss he wanted. Sure, it wasn’t totally gay, but Concerto wanted to hold something over the unicorn’s head every once in a while and give him friendly reminders that he was an ass kisser. The idea amused him greatly, but his thoughts were cut off as Record brought his front hooves up and slapped them against Concerto’s flank.
“Oww! Not so hard with your hooves, you buffoon!” Concerto spoke angrily as he felt the rough hooves digging softly into his ass.
Record simply smirked and quickly brought his lips to Concerto’s ass cheek. Feeling the wet lips touch his behind, Concerto’s ego boosted many levels, but it was short lived, as he found the kissing pony to be rather… good with his lips. What he thought was going to be a quick peck quickly turned into Record moaning softly into the plushy ass while letting his lips plant worshipful-like kisses on it.
“Hmm, seems the little unicorn is showing how sorry he is,” Concerto mocked. “Seems you— gah!”
Concerto quickly found himself cut off, as Record suddenly moved his lips to the ball sack between Concerto’s legs. Pressing his muzzle into the squishy flesh, Record chuckled as he kissed the left nut and gave it a wiggle with his tongue.
“What are you doing!?” Concerto screamed, almost letting his voice match that of a mare, but he couldn’t bring himself to move his body away.
“Kissing,” Record replied casually as he slowly started to move a hoof.
“Y-you’re kissing my b—aah!” Concerto was cut off again, this time from the feeling of a hoof started to brush against his nuts along with those kissing lips.
“Kissing your balls? Yeah, I am. You got a problem with me doing that?” Record asked in a teasing tone as he pulled his body up. “Now, I’m going to feel you up with my hoof. Is this also a problem?”
“I-I thought you weren’t g-gay!” Concerto stammered out as he steadied his back legs and found the unicorn behind him starting to lean into his back.
“I’m not gay, bud. I’m bisexual. Big difference,” Record chuckled as he felt the sensitive pink flesh inside Concerto’s sheathe starting to come alive.
“What!? I-it’s still the same thing!” Concerto answered back as he found his backside starting to support Record while his nuts receiving a rather nice massage.
“Not really. You stick your dick in guys ass only,” Record replied in a matter of fact tone as he stopped massaging Concerto’s nuts and lit up his horn. “I stick it in both because I’m not picky.”
Tensing up and being almost stiff as a board, Concerto felt a rather strange feeling touch his nuts. The soft, velvety feeling of tingling magic wrapping gently around his manhood; something he never expected from Record at all.
“Since you have your ass in front of me so willingly today,” Record spoke softly as he worked his magic the best he could to make the earth pony underneath him nice and hard, “I thought I would come clean about my sexual orientation. Of course, if you’re not comfortable about me touching your nuts, I can stop.”
Concerto panted softly and found his front hooves starting to sink down, allowing his rear to move up and present more of his ass to the pony behind him. He wanted the feeling to stop, considering it was his boorish roommate, but feeling the magic massage his ball sack so well, he couldn’t help but enjoy it.
“Heh, I’ll take that as you being comfortable with me,” Record chuckled as his efforts finally made Concerto’s penis appear from its home. “Getting hard from a simple massage… tsk, Concerto, I thought you were more seasoned than that.”
Concerto groaned and wanted to tell Record to be quiet about belittling him, but he knew he was correct. It would always take several minutes of foreplay to get him aroused, and here he was on the middle of a living room floor getting as hard as he could get. It could have been the fact that he was in the open and nothing was shielding him from being watched. The stallion upstairs could show up at any minute, or even a passerby near the window could stare in and see his shameful erection growing. It could have also been Record himself, and the way he was expertly working his balls and his growing shaft. Whichever it was, Concerto could only let out cute, little moans as the magic continued to paw at his penis.
“I wonder about something.” Record looked to his table and noticed an open bottle of lube, something from his previous nights with a mare, and grabbed it with his magic while still using it to rub the penis before him. “I bet I have a bigger erection than you.”
Concerto suddenly felt a twitch at his rear and knew his ass was almost level with Record’s manhood. He could already feel the hardening organ poking against his leg and gulped as he fully realized that Record was truly bisexual.
“Wanna compare dick sizes?” Record asked as he leaned over Concerto's body and whispered into his mane. “Whoever is the bigger pony gets to rut the other.”
Another moan left Concerto’s mouth as he found his penis fully erect and the magic seemed to focus mostly on stroking the tip of his shaft. He felt embarrassed he was being talked down upon in a dominant manner by some small time DJ, but as Record’s penis continued to grow at his backside, he simply nodded his head and muttered a small yes.
“Heh, not so bitchy when you’re horny and have a dick poking at your butt,” Record laughed as his own erection twitched with excitement.
“Th-that’s because once you learn how much bigger I am, I can fully call you my bitch boy!” Concerto stammered out, remembering most earth ponies by nature were bigger than unicorns.
“Oooohh, you think you’re bigger than me?” Record cooed as he put both of his hooves against the right side of Concerto’s flank. “Time to eat those words… little pony.”
Finished with his sentence, Record pushed Concerto’s body and the earth pony tumbled to his side. Quickly following up, Record grabbed Concerto’s legs and rolled him on his back before spreading them. Once they were spread, Record lowered his member onto Concerto’s and smiled.
Feeling the soft fleshy object touch his own, Concerto found himself blushing, but quickly gasped and blushed harder. Record was bigger than he was, but only be a few centimeters at most. Feeling Record’s balls against his own, Concerto knew his roommate wasn’t cheating the bet.
“Would you look at that,” Record laughed as he grinded his erection against Concerto’s. “A unicorn whose bigger in the sack than an earth pony… looks like your ass is now mine.”
“I-inconceivable!” Concerto stammered out as his erection twitched and a hint of precum poured out of the tip. “Y-you’re actually bigger than me!? T-that’s not possible!”
“Aww, sore you’re just a little pony with an equally little dick?” Record asked in a sarcastic tone as he leaned forward and forced both erections to bend.
Concerto’s body fidgeted as he felt his own erection touch his stomach, but what angered him more was the cocky smile showing on Record’s face.
“I-I’m not little! Y-you’re just a f-freak in the sack!” Concerto stammered out as his eyes stared at Record’s penis.
“Why do you think I have girls over almost every night?” Record pulled away and slowly brushed the flared edge of his erection down Concerto’s shaft. “Ladies love me for being a freak. Of course, you and those girls will soon have a thing in common.”
“And what’s that?” Concerto asked, as he suddenly noticed a tube of lube floating over Record’s dick.
Record stayed quiet for a few seconds as he poured a moderate amount of lube out of the bottle and used his magic to spread it out evenly. As he worked it in, he would grind his hips and let his erection continue to brush against Concerto’s. He would tease him, make him wait while at the same time make him so hard it started to hurt. Part of Concerto’s mind wanted him to whine for attention and he started to grind his butt against Record, hoping the bigger pony would hurry up. He was about to, but Concerto watched as the lube bottle turned for his own ass and felt a cold drizzle of it squirt against his asshole.
“You’ll end up moaning like a filly and begging for more after I’m done with you.”
As Record slid forward and pressed the head of his erection against Concerto’s asshole, Concerto himself let out a pitiful whine and did his best to relax his body. Continuing to stare at Record’s erection, he consciously knew that Record’s erection was a bit bigger than what he usually took up the ass. It worried him, but it also annoyed him that Record had a bigger dick than the stallion sleeping upstairs.
Suddenly, Record let go of Concerto’s leg and smirked at the confused stallion.
“Easier to rut you senseless when you’re on your stomach,” Record said to him as he pulled his erection away. “Roll over for me, will ya?”
Concerto frowned that he was being delayed pleasure, and felt like he was being talked down upon. As much as he loathed it, Concerto simply huffed and rolled on his gut. Feeling the cold wooden floor brush against his erection, Concerto winced and instantly raised his ass so it wouldn’t touch. Before he got high enough, the motion was stopped and he found that Record was pushing his rear back to the floor.
“You look cute when you wince like that,” Record chuckled.
“Stop that. The floor is cold for me,” Concerto whined as he resisted Record.
“Ehh, quit your whining, you big baby,” Record replied as he rose to his hind legs and positioned his erection against the tight hole in front of him.
“I’m not whining, I’m complaining!” Concerto snapped back as he steadied his back legs.
“Same thing,” Record hummed.
“It is n—aah!” Concerto started to say, but found his words cut off as the tip of Record’s dick started to enter him.
“Let’s see just how tight your butt is,” Record said quietly as he watched the pony in front of him lower his head to the ground. Heh, knows to put his face down and keep his ass up. I like you so much more already, Con.
Concerto simply gritted his teeth and closed his eyes as he felt it slowly going inside of him. Feeling his ass relax and stretch to accommodate the girth, Concerto did his best to ignore the slight pain he was feeling. It was indeed bigger than most dicks he took up the ass, and as he felt more and more of it enter, he wanted to whine for it to be pulled out. He stopped himself, and enjoyed the feeling of the slow moving dick brushing against his prostate. Every little inch that slid in made him moan and, as the medial ring started to near, Concerto braced for the extra bit of painful stretching that was about to happen.
Record gave off a small grunt and pulled back a bit, not letting his medial ring go in. The resistance in Concerto’s ass made him have to start a rutting motion in order to feed more of it in.
“Damn, thought you would be a bit more loose,” Record groaned as he finally buried over half the length in.
As the ring passed the rim, Concerto stifled a moan and pushed his body back a bit in order for the penis to go in quicker. He instantly regretted it, as he felt the ring brush past his prostate and he started to miss that extra bit touching it.
Thankfully, as more of Record’s erection got buried into him, Record started to work his hips back and provide short yet jerky thrusts.
His thrusts couldn’t go as fast and deep as Record was used to with mares, but he wasn’t going to deny Concerto’s ass was the tightest thing he had fucked to date. Just the way it squeezed around his dick made it feel like a vice, and made it that much more enjoyable to rut. Though they were short thrusts, they were enough to get him off and make Concerto pant with satisfaction.
Looking to the face of the pony below him, Record smiled as Concerto let his tongue hang out and dangle while his face was a deep red. The way the stallion panted sounded very much like a filly would, and that turned Record on a bit more. Concerto was girlish in many aspects, and that’s what drew Record to him in the first place. Spoiled, pampered, many more definitions that fit the female body and mind, so hearing him moan like a filly gave Record that much more incentive to get both of them off.
And getting Concerto off was showing greatly.
The stallion enjoyed every jerky thrust he received and every bit drove him so much closer to a longing release. Even with his dick hovering above the ground and getting rocked senseless, Concerto would occasionally stare under himself and see his erection was dripping precum onto the floor. He would also stare at his twitching erection and could feel the pressure building up inside of it. Eventually, it would spill its contents onto the floor, and though he loathed making a mess, he wanted that release more than anything.
What impressed Concerto more was that Record was working at a proper pace. He had always thought the unicorn would rut fast and be done with it, but instead he moved at a perfect pace that made the rutting more prolonged, and Concerto could feel the thrusting starting to get longer and deeper. Eventually, it got to the point that Record’s medial ring was moving in and out of Concerto’s ass and that extra bit of girth always knocked against Concerto’s prostate. The more it hit it, the louder Concerto got, and the louder he got, the closer both ponies got to finishing off.
Of course, Concerto would be the first.
Feeling his erection starting to surge with cum, Concerto winced and tensed his body up. He didn’t want to cum yet, in fact, he wanted Record to cum first and then rub it in his face, but sadly the constant torrent of thrusts was too much for Concerto. He would whine softly, he could feel his erection twitch wildly, and he knew it would be a glorious climax on his end.
Finally his will power gave out and, unable to control himself, Concerto let out a feral neigh before his erection gave off one spastic twitch and let his seed gush out. His back legs fidgeted, and he panted wildly as he felt surge after surge of seed exit and hit the floor below. Part of his semen managed to hit his fetlocks and hooves, and as he felt the warm semen touch himself, Concerto knew another shower would be needed.
Seeing and hearing his roommate cum and neigh like he did, Record was a bit sour that Concerto’s final moan wasn’t more girlish. He ignored it, and continued to thrust, while at the same time panting wildly and yearning for a release. His mood improved as Concerto started to moan again, but as the end of Concerto’s orgasm hit, the earth pony’s back legs gave out and he fell to the floor. As he hit the floor, Concerto felt the erection in his ass exit with a loud pop and relaxed himself slightly as his ravaged ass found a moment of peace.
“Don’t think you’ll get off and leave me hanging,” Record spoke as he moved his front hooves and quickly pushed them against Concerto’s ass.
Pulling his rear up and making sure Concerto’s knees would keep him up, Record wasted no time and stuck his penis back into the gaping butthole, thereby resuming his thrusts. As it re-entered, Concerto tensed back up and took the pounding the best he could.
Record was, thankfully, rather close to his climax when he started to thrust again, and going as fast as he could, Record grunted and groaned, signaling his climax was about to greet him. As the initial surge hit him, Record continued to thrust and sent the first strands of seed deep into Concerto before he gave off a couple more thrusts. Feeling his seed coat his dick, Record let out a deep sigh and pulled his erection out, letting the rest of his semen cake the back end of the moaning pony. With it out, Concerto relaxed his body one more time and let his ass fall to the ground below.
The strands seemed endless on Record’s end. Spasm after spasm came across the unicorn's dick and volley after volley caked the once clean ass below. As Concerto felt the hot seed beat against him, he could only shiver as the gooey liquid seeped down his ass and balls.
“Oh damn, never came that hard in my life,” Record panted as he lifted up his back leg and peered at the mess he made. “Heheh, looks like someone is going to need a long shower after this.”
“Oooooh gods, that felt marvelous,” Concerto cooed as he looked over his shoulder and saw a strand of semen hanging from Record’s dick. “Seriously, if I knew you were gay, I would have bedded you a long time ago.”
“Hey, I’m not gay, I’m bisexual,” Record told him as he stepped back and sat on the ground. “And for the record, I’ll never play bottom either.”
“Hmph, if you say so,” Concerto rebutted as he pulled his sweaty body up and noticed the large stain on his chest. “Ugh, how filthy of me. I got it smeared on my chest and backside. I swear, I feel like a whore at a brothel right now.”
“I think the spunk looks good on you,” Record joked as he finally caught his breath. “If it’s any consolation, your ass was tighter than any whore’s ass could be.”
“Naturally so.” Concerto straightened his body up and found parts of his mane out of place. “The day a whore beats me in sex is the day I quit my cello.”
“If you say so. Hey, since we’re all cool now and the cat’s out of the bag about my sexuality, could I shower with you? It would save me money on the water bill, considering I pay for it,” Record asked.
“You’re still late on last month’s bill,” Concerto answered back. “I had to pay it with my own money… but I wouldn’t mind sharing now… after all, you are now a homosexual.”
“I’m not gay!” Record snapped.
“You fucked my ass and compared dick sizes with me! Plus, you also rubbed your balls against mine! I don’t think anything is more… gay, than that!” Concert answered back as he turned around and trotted towards Record with a sly smile on his face.
“I… I… W-well so what? I still like mares and prefer to fuck them more than stallions, so I’m not a full-fledged stallion humper!” Record stammered out as he knew he couldn’t ignore the truth. “I… I’m going for a shower.”
“And I’ll be joining you,” Concerto added as he started to trot beside Record. “Need to make sure to greet Crescendo once he wakes up.”
“Got to look clean and pretty for your boyfriend?” Record chuckled as he started to walk up the stairs.
“He is not my boyfriend!” Concerto snapped.
“Heheh, I’ll make you a deal. You stop calling me gay and I’ll stop calling him your boyfriend. Deal?” Record asked over his shoulder.
“Very well, now hurry up, I can feel your semen starting to harden on my coat,” Concerto whined as he knew washing away hardened spunk was annoying.
Both ponies quietly walked up the stairs and Record knew life would be somewhat less stressful from that point on.
