Polyamory in D Minor

The three of them left the bar with mischief and the lingering scent of cocktails in the air. Neon wasn’t so drunk as to not be able to make it up the stairs. He was merely tipsy, after all. Nothing major, nothing he couldn’t handle. Still, he found himself bouncing off of Vinyl and Octavia’s flanks more often than he should have been considering his intake. Vinyl almost didn’t have to try to bop him hard enough to pass him to Octavia– he was sprung off her fat, plushy posterior like it was made from rubber. He was tempted to look back and watch it jiggle, but then he was confronted by the comparatively conservative flank Octavia had. It was strong, firm, an expertly crafted, shapely plot piston, that she had to put out to push him off back towards Vinyl’s bouncy behind. It seemed worth watching too, to see taut earth pony muscle set to work underneath squeezable buttcheeks.

All the way up the stairs, they laughed and played tail-end tennis with Neon, and every so often one mare would nuzzle underneath his chin and let out a soft purr or whisper something sultry that he couldn’t hear. Or rather, he didn’t have to hear. He knew what they were saying. I love you. I want you. We want you. Let’s make something happen.

“You’re spoiling me,” Neon bemoaned as they reached the top of the first flight, his cheeks a hot scarlet from his treatment on the way up.

“Oh, quit your whinin’,” Vinyl said. She leaned in and gave Neon a nip on his neck. In response, he stiffened a bit and let out a squeaky, hushed breath. His eyes went wide, then sultry, then back to wide as Octavia did the same.

“Ah! H-Hey! Guys!”

“Looks like somepony’s got an awful sensitive neck, Vinyl,” Octavia purred, nibbling down his Adam’s apple.

The unicorn in question turned bright red. “You two are fucking monsters.”

“Mmh, that’s the best kind, though,” Vinyl giggled.

To say that Neon’s legs were jelly would be a critical understatement. His limbs had gone totally numb with excitement, to the point that going up the second, spiral staircase to the bedrooms of the Philharmonica mansion would have been impossible without the support of the mares on either side of him. They encouraged him upwards with mischievous nips, lustful licks leaving little trails of flattened coat on his now love-worn neck. He stumbled, stupor induced by alcohol and passion, tripping over his own hooves and the slowly-growing fifth leg that swung underneath his belly.

Oh.

Now he could feel it. And feel eyes upon it. His mottled length slowly grew from his sheath, twitching, the cool air slowly coaxing more and more from hiding. He could feel it throb incessantly, teased and driven by the pair pushing against either side of him. They were licking, kissing, nipping, never taking anything less than an inch of skin away from his. He felt clammy, hot, sweaty, and totally unclean, and he couldn’t have been more excited to be so.

Neon almost fell over his hooves when he reached the top of the stairs. Vinyl gasped in surprise and grabbed his forehoof, pulling him back up, looking him in the face. Their snouts came so close, Neon could see her nostrils flicker with every breath she forced herself to pull in. The temptation to kiss her was overpowering.

“Ya ready, loverboy?” she cooed.

Neon smiled. There was nothing in her eyes but compassion and love and wonder, anticipation flickering and setting it all alight, in the subtle sheen of sweat on her brow and the way she panted just so and licked her dry lips every now and again. Dry, perfect, lovely lips. The temptation flared again, and they were so close, he could just reach over and do it. But here wasn’t the place, not yet, the time was going to be there. Right there. The first door to the right, where the magic was going to happen.

The kiss could wait.

“I’m sorry I, heh, put it off for you guys for so long,” he murmured.

Octavia giggled, nipping his neck and relishing the squeak he made. “Then stop putting it off by yabbering on, loverboy!”

The musical trio laughed together and made a melody of delight. Neon’s laughter was throaty, slow, measured. Vinyl’s was high pitched giggling. Octavia’s was airy and elegant. These things combined to form a greater whole, and this greater whole made it’s way to the first door on the right, intending to make some magic.

The spell began with the bedroom. It was sparsely furnished furniture-wise. A small dresser on one side, and a desk on the other. A pair of subwoofers were tucked underneath them and were connected to a phonograph that sat atop it alongside a earthen, olive-tinted bong. A king-sized bed lay against the furthest wall, covered in disheveled but plush sheets, the scent of Febreezies assaulting his senses again. Vinyl’s horn glowed, and the lights in the room dimmed. A pair of candles levitated from the closet to the desk and igniting, bathing the room in soothing, flickering light.

Octavia sniggered. “You’re such a fucking romantic, Vinyl.”

“Eat me,” Vinyl breathed.

“I’d love to, but I thought you said least experienced got the most attention.”

Neon smirked. He shrugged off his admirers, staggering a bit, but staying steady on his hooves, holding his head up proudly. He loved these mares and didn’t want to be weak anymore, didn’t want them to hold him up as he trotted to the bed, putting his hooves on it, feeling soft, giving cotton underneath them. He pulled himself up and laid on his back, feeling his semi-hardness flop against the bottom of his belly and pierce the air with a crude slapping sound. He blushed a bit as the presence of the mares at the foot of the bed became all the more apparent, one on either side, looking him up and down, inspecting the goods.

Octavia, for her part, only seemed a little pink An amused smile drew on thin lips, her lidded eyes piercing Neon’s soul with lust. Her hooves feathered against the outside of his thigh, making him shiver in anticipation, organ twitching lewdly in response. He winked at her, and she stuck her tongue out at him in response. Vinyl, meanwhile, seemed far more greatly affected by the display of his length. Her cheeks were rosy, her eyes went wide, and her hooves were less adventurous than Octavia’s, but it was clear that Vinyl was very eager to get going. Neon swore that she was even drooling a bit. It was the sort of expression a stallion always wanted to see on a mare.

Octavia giggled. “It’s a penis, Vinyl. It’s not going to eat you.”

The DJ flushed. “I… It’s j-just a bit… Y’know… I, uhm, I…”

Octavia’s errant hoof trailed over Neon’s thigh, and he held his breath as it came closer and closer to his aching shaft.

“Bigger than you remember?” Neon gasped. Vinyl let out a small mewl, making little circles in Neon’s coat on his thigh. He bit his lip, trying not to close his eyes, wanting to breathe in every single detail.

Vinyl let out a shuddering sigh. “Not too much, j-just a little, I mean, I’ve b-been with a zebra or two so I mean like, uhm…”

Neon chuckled. “That does wonders for my self-confidence.”

Her hoof unconsciously trailed closer.

“I guess I’ve… Set my standards a bit l-low since then,” Vinyl stammered. “Like, holy shit, Neon, this thing is fucking thick.”

Her hoof wrapped around the base of his length. Neon grit his teeth and raised his hips into her touch, though his heart strained with a bit of unease.

“Like… W-Wow…”

Octavia leaned over Neon’s hips and kissed her entranced marefriend on the cheek. Then she leaned in and whispered something to Vinyl that made them both stand on end. Neon didn’t have to imagine what it was, as Octavia’s hoof joined Vinyl’s on his pulsing piece and slowly, smoothly began to stroke up and down. A pleasant sensation crept from base to tip and washed against against the shores of Neon’s head, the many paths the evening could take playing out in his head like a two-bit cinema, but they were shuffled to the back in favor of the glory that was playing out in front of him.

Vinyl and Octavia’s heads slowly drifted towards each other. They broke eye contact from Neon’s cockhead for a mere moment to study each other, then giggled a bit, stroking faster, coming closer. Neon let out a moan, wanting to close his eyes, but what happened next only drove him to keep them open for longer. Two pairs of lips closed around each other, gray meeting white, a pleasant hum coming from both ends. These were just the appetizers, the calm of lighter alcohols before the furious storm of cock and tail cocktails.

Vinyl’s eyes opened ever so slightly, watching Neon enjoying the show. They widened as Octavia’s tongue found it’s way into Vinyl’s mouth, wrapping around her own and tugging on it. Their lips separated, but their tongues continued to wrestle outside of their mouths, Octavia dominating her marefriend, and pulling, all with her eyes closed. And the entire time, Neon not only got to watch this, but also enjoy an enthusiastic hoofjob. His length, now at full stiffness, seemed to almost shiver and vibrate in their grasp, hard keratin smoothly stroking pliable but firm cockflesh, up and down, up and down, gently pumping him for his own benefit.

His head leaned against the sheets, but his eyes never left the pair, even as they separated. Both panted, a string of saliva connecting them and dribbling onto his shaft. He could swear their combined saliva sizzled when it made contact, as hot and needy as he was. But they simply stayed still, their hoofjob unperturbed and their eyes on each other, shifting to Neon in tandem.

“Heh, I think we broke him, Vinyl.”

Vinyl swallowed, recovering with a dulled, horny smile. “Huh? But we just got started…”

“I think it’s a bit unfair going by your rules, to be honest,” Octavia said. “He hasn’t seemed to have contributed at all!”

The unicorn mare tilted her head, her tail flicking in agitation. “Y-Yeah,” she breathed. “Why should you get all the fun, Neon?”

“I thought least… Experienced g-got most attention,” he panted, trying to speak through a haze of hellish horniness.

Vinyl, for her part, seemed charged by her own needs, biting her lip to keep herself from moaning. Neon could see it in her eyes. She wanted it, and she wanted it now.

“Well, that doesn’t mean you get all of it!” Vinyl giggled, taking her hoof off of his length. “You gotta contribute too!”

Neon groaned. “H-How do I…”

“Shhh,” Vinyl said. “We’ll handle the setup, you handle the muscle, capishe?”

“But–”

Neon was cut off by a long, languid stroke from Octavia.

“Close your eyes, love.”

Neon did as he was told. Now, without sight to aid him, everything else intensified. He could hear the bed creak and shift, as two bodies pulled themselves along either side of him. Warm, comforting bodies keeping close, the sound accompanied by a few mischievous giggles that made his length twitch, in torturous need of attention but ignored by the fillyfoolers flanking him. He let out a grunt as he felt something fall against his chest like a ton of bricks, his eyes flying open, only to be blocked by a gray hoof over his face.

“Keep ‘em closed!” Octavia said, her voice wavering with warning.

Neon groaned again, but he hadn’t the heart to disobey his keepers. Octavia’s hoof left his face, and another weight slowly, more delicately, laid upon his chest. The combination of the pressure on his lungs and teasing the twitching shaft between his legs, which quite literally took Neon’s breath away. It came in small spurts now, forced in and out through his mouth, filling the air with masculine panting. Oddly, despite the constant push against his lungs, the teasing giggles from his companions, and the cool air making his shivers seem to last decades, Neon wasn’t uncomfortable. He felt euphoric. In a way, the compression made every sensation just a bit stronger, slowing his thinking to primal levels.

“Okay, you can open them now,” Octavia sing-songed.

When he did, he found himself greeted by a pair of rear ends pressed against his chest, one white, plump and almost gratuitous. The other, leaner, but not at all unpleasing to the eye. Two pairs of perfect mare lips in two different flavors awaited him. One pair, pale, glistening, ever so slightly open, clit winking at him lewdly, coated in her own juices. The second pair petite, twitching ever so slightly, beautiful in its subtlety, with the slightest sheen of arousal against its charcoal surface.

“H-Huh?”

“What are you ‘huh’ing for?” Vinyl giggled.

Neon’s breath caught in his throat, unable to refill his lungs underneath the weight of the posteriors. “H-How?”

Vinyl giggled. “Octavia knows stuff about nerves and stuff.”

“No, not that,” Neon gasped. “How… You want me to…”

Octavia groaned, shifting on his chest. “Hooves.”

“I…”

“Neon,” Vinyl gasped. “We used ours, you use yours…”

His eyes widened in recognition. “O-Oh! Oh, okay…”

Neon pulled his hooves from under the two, and reverently laid them upon the rears, biting his lip and pulling his head up to watch their faces, only to find them intertwined in a sloppy, messy kiss again for his benefit. He grinned, pushing down into their cutie marks, making Vinyl mewl into her marefriend’s mouth, and making Octavia let out a low, sultry growl. The winking pair of pussies looking him dead in the face glistened with need, but Neon wasn’t going to give in quite yet. Rather, he decided to knead into their behinds, rolling his hooves around as if their asses were records on a turntable, sampling the squeaks, grunts, and moans between the bisexual beauties he bore on his pectorals.

They pulled away from their sloppy little kiss, looking back at Neon, both blushing, licking their lips. Vinyl gave him a swift little wink, then her head dove down out of view. But if the suckling sounds and the wonderful, relieving sensation in his left nut was any indication, Neon had no need to wonder what his fellow DJ was doing. Octavia joined in not a moment too soon, letting out a throaty chuckle and taking the other ball in her mouth. Sloppy sucking sounds cascaded into Neon’s ears, supplementing the purrs of delight he couldn’t help but let out with every flick of a tongue against either one of his bullocks.

He’d kept those pussies waiting long enough. Now his hooves trailed down that perfect pair of rears, lifting up for just a moment to give them both a slap. Vinyl’s squeak of delight shot through Neon’s spine delightfully, and the visual of her jiggling flank was a lovely bonus, yet Octavia’s little grunt and the way she shifted her flank a bit as if asking for more was most definitely an equal motivator. He could practically feel the heat coming from their nether lips, could almost swear he saw vaporized mare juice rise from their labia. Oh yes, he had been keeping them waiting for far too long.

He slid his hoof against them, letting out a growl as their moans coursed through his blood and his balls. Hot, slick mare juice almost instantly soaked both hooves as he ground them ever so softly against their pussies. Left and right, left and right, never quite reaching the little love buttons but moving around them. He could get used to this, on his back with rears on his chest, his ears drinking every groan, grunt, and needy growl, every squeak and squeal he made as he pushed and pulled his sopping hooves against their drenched lower lips.

Neon spun his hooves against those examples of pussy perfection like a pair of record disks. Tough keratin ground against soft, warm, accommodating flesh, one side tighter and one side slicker, both flowing over his hooves. His movements were stuttering, jittery, stymied by the blowjob he was earning behind the pair of derrieres. Out of sight, but good Goddess, not out of mind. Soft mouths massaging his stallionhood, slathering it in saliva, lapping, suckling and even giving him a little nip on occasion. His dual hoofjob almost seemed unworthy of this attention, but he wasn’t one to stop a perfect pair of mares from spoiling him utterly and completely rotten with tantalizing tongues trailing up and down his throbbing cock.

Vinyl pulled away and looked back at her charge with a goofy grin and a glowing horn.

“F-Forgot how long you could… Last…”

The last consonant came out as a long and longing hiss of delight and Neon pushed the tip of his hoof ever so gently into Vinyl’s sensitive sex, the appreciative groan from Octavia over his cockhead as he did the same to her was oh-so-worth it oh so entirely. Vinyl let out a weak little laugh, shutting her eyes as her horn flared with magical energy.

“Fhhhm… Let’s even the odds a little,” she purred.

Neon knew better than to ask, especially when not a moment later the most pleasantly peculiar buzzing sensation grew in his groin. An almost numb feeling, spiking out and pulsing through his cock, back and forth, like an electrical stroke. And along with this feeling came a sound. A low, pulsing buzz, not unlike that of an amplifier. Sound and sensation slowly grew, second by second, taking Neon’s breath away, his legs twitching from impulse as his precum-dribbling penis bobbed against his belly with the most delectable slapping noises. His hooves froze in place at Vinyl and Octavia’s respective marehoods, but they compensated by grinding against his static touch, letting out an encouraging yelp whenever he felt as if he could twitch his arms.

The feeling of a mouth– he didn’t know whose– around the head of his length turned already powerful sensations into blinding ones. Neon let out a long, low groan of complete and utter satisfaction. He arched his back, his cock throbbing more, and more, and more, utterly blinded by this buzzing and the feeling of soft, lovely lips around his length, and another pair gently suckling upon his pulsing, clenching balls. They were driving him closer and closer to his peak ever so slowly.

He resisted the urge to simply let go, to fire all this pent-up sensation into a waiting mouth. He knew his compatriots were nearing their own peaks, and he felt it just to not give in before they did. His hooves found the strength through the haze of delight to push against their soft, lovely clits and just twist, like volume knobs for the squeals over his cock.

He swore he heard a few discharges of electricity, but he had neither the focus or the inclination to bother with that. The slick bobbing against his gently vibrating fuck tool sped up, both of the rears on his chest pushing back into his touch ever so desperately as he twisted the two love buttons back and forth like keys to his partners, unlocking their growing moans. He was almost breaking, the scent of nearly-there mare filling his nostrils. Good Goddess, was he close, but any second now... Any second now they would find relief, and soon so would he. But the buzzing grew stronger still, and stronger still, and stronger still, and Neon’s brain shut off entirely as he became vaguely aware of a gentle jet of fluid against his left hoof.

Neon lost it. He jammed his hips up and slammed the rest of his length down Vinyl’s throat, then let go of everything that he had been holding back. He lost the next minute or two to the explosive sensation.

Had he been aware, he would have seen Octavia’s shocked expression as it mirrored Vinyl’s grunt of surprise and wide, tear-filled eyes of sudden distress. He would have heard the gags and splutters and groans as Vinyl desperately pulled herself off. Small bolts of electricity zipped through Neon’s payload as it blasted all over her face. He would have noted Octavia smacking Vinyl’s back to help her hack up his orgasmic blast, but alas, Neon was shivering, jittering, convulsing in absolute and utter bliss. His eyes rolled up into his head and the longest, most languid groan, one he could only have ever dreamed of having an opportunity to release, left his lungs.

He recovered after what seemed like hours, panting heavily, looking down at his dirtywork, only to find Vinyl hacking and retching like a cat with a furball.

“V-Vi–”

But as soon as he inquired, he got an answer in the white, sparking, semi-injested cum that spewed from Vinyl’s mouth onto his thigh. Octavia grimaced and scooted off Neon’s chest. Vinyl was already there, panting, tongue out of her mouth, occasionally lit up in the blue light of another discharge, and the gravity of Neon’s mistake finally hit him. Hot shame coursed into his cheeks and turned them rosy.

“I-I… Oh, shit! Vinyl, I’m sorry, I–”

Vinyl hacked again, and Octavia steadied her marefriend in case of a second round of regurgitation. Instead, the DJ lifted up a hoof, silencing both stammered apologies and concerned inquiries for a moment as she swallowed what was left in her mouth and, slowly but surely, caught her breath.

“That… That was…”

Neon threw his head back and groaned with frustration. “Fuck, I’m so–”

“No, shut up!” Vinyl snapped.

Neon complied, closing his eyes, reprimanding himself, shame crawling through his cheeks as Octavia grabbed a few tissues from the nightstand, cleaning the mess both on Neon’s legs and Vinyl’s mouth. How could he have been so stupid? How could he have disregarded her like that? Used her like a toy like that...

She cleared her throat. Because he had to be a douche and not even give a warning, not even call an orgasm. How could he? No warning, no signs, only his own primal urges that he knew better than to not control.

“”That…” Vinyl said, slowly, steadily.

Neon braced himself.