Polyamory in D Minor

“That was absolutely holy fucking shittily oh my fucking goddessly porn ain’t got shittity fuckingly fucking awesome.”

Neon opened an eye. He saw two faces, neither one angry. Octavia seemed impressed, giving him an impish smirk, and Vinyl seemed simultaneously satisfied and hungry for more.

“...Oh.”

He let out a nervous chuckle. “Heh, sorry, still should have w-warned ya, I…”

“Hey, hey,” Vinyl giggled, poking Neon’s semi-hard and still sensitive length, making him squirm. “Don’t sweat it, man. Shit happens.”

Octavia nodded. “Yeah, worse has happened in this very room. Like that one time when Vinyl was taking a sixteen-incher up the rear and suddenly she fa–”

Vinyl blushed heavily and covered Octavia’s mouth with a hoof. “H-Hey! Don’t kill the mood!”

Octavia removed the hoof with a mock indignant expression. “None of your rules said I couldn't tell him stories, Vinyl.”

“Shut up! You’re so gross,” Vinyl giggled.

“Didn’t you just vomit my wad all over my legs?” Neon quipped.

“You shut up too.”

She giggled, and her compatriots giggled with her, Octavia licking her cheek, and Neon patting her flank in the best gesture he could muster in his current position to support her. His shame was forgotten, and now all that was left was comfortable, complacent afterglow. His sensitive semi flush laid against his thigh and his eyes closed. Neon leaned back, putting his hooves behind his head, and Vinyl and Octavia shifted so that they could lay their heads on his chest, occasionally nipping and licking it. They listened to his lungs refill, relax, resupply. They were preparing, for the night was far from over.

Neon’s reminder of that was a pair of hooves gently stroking his crotch, as Vinyl and Octavia pulled themselves as close to him as they could. He let out a little groan, his sensitive organ stiffening ever so slightly in response. He looked down at his lovers, and gave them a sheepish grin.

“Guess I don’t get to get too comfy, huh?” he chuckled.

“Fuck no,” Vinyl purred. “Octavia didn’t cum yet.”

The mare in question smiled. Neon saw the slightest bit of embarrassment in it, and blushed ever so slightly. They gave Neon another stroke, one hoof from each feathering up either side, making his whole body shiver with anticipation, his length standing at the ready already. Vinyl gave his cockhead a squeeze, and his hips instinctively lifted themselves off of the bed, his eyelids fluttering half-shut and a long, appreciative moan leaving his lips.

“Nice recovery,” Octavia whispered.

His cock, now thick and throbbing against his belly, desperately awaited more touching. It despaired at every teasing squeeze, every stroke against any part of the entire system. His balls clenched and unclenched, abuzz with delightful sensation, rapidly preparing seed for another mare’s use. Octavia looked upon his length and licked her lips, this time with purpose. Vinyl’s hoof slipped under his cock to hold it up for her marefriend’s inspection. It twitched, stiffening further. When Vinyl’s hoof left it, it stood straight up and awaited further instructions, with a powerful twitch that made Neon’s knees buckle.

“Ya ready for more, loverboy?” Vinyl said.

“Fuck yes,” he whispered.

Vinyl sat up, her eyes beckoning him, her cheeks bright red but her face bright with cheery mischief.

“Close your eyes, then,” she murred. “Let Ol’ Mama Vinyl give you a little bit to drink.”

“Why do I always have to close my eyes?” Neon grumbled, taking a deep sniff as Vinyl swung her leg around and straddled his face. At the same time, a shift of weight on his belly told him Octavia was straddling his hips. Something slick ground against the base of his length. A gentle groan caught in his throat as Vinyl shifted her weight forward and gave him an up-close and personal view of her slit. It dribbled juices onto his nose, ready for more action.

“What?” Vinyl breathed, looking behind her shoulder at him. “You don’t like surprises?”

“Vinyl, I’m not that dummmmmph!”

His lips were sealed as they found a new purpose, mashed against Vinyl’s dripping cooch, turning from speaking to funneling. They slid across her marehood, clasping around her labia, his tongue lapping greedily at her slit as if he was dying of thirst. Every appreciative grunt and groan and squeak from above was like approval to keep going, to keep lashing his lecherous tongue against her. He drank from her as if she were a fountain of manna, every lick and dabble into the lips a divine gift.

She tasted sweet, like peaches and bubblegum, with a little bit of a bitter, tangy aftertaste. Unusual, but not unpleasant. It stayed in his mouth long after every lick, refreshed constantly, a continuous attack of pleasant flavor filling his brain. His cock twitched against the warmth slowly rising against it, his eyes gently shutting as he basked in sensation. Octavia and Vinyl locked together. Vinyl squealed into Tavi’s mouth as she received a tongue lashing, and Octavia slowly ground her hips back and forth against the base of his length, sending shudders through Neon’s spine. She let out a gentle, quiet moan into her marefriend’s mouth.

A cool, wet trail rolled over Neon’s cock from base to tip, as Octavia slid her slick honeypot against it. A damp-sounding noise, something like schlick, came from between his mares as their kiss broke. Vinyl grabbed his cock, aiming it upwards, and he felt soft, smooth, soaked pussy lips press against the head. Still, his partners found it fine to tease him. Still, Vinyl pushed his length against Octavia’s labia, making him groan in anticipation, rolling the flat, but round, horsecock head around Octavia’s outer cunt. But still, not once did they allow him entrance.

He couldn’t concentrate on his cunnilingus, and pushed her rear away, laying his head back and letting out a loud, frustrated moan.

“G-Guys…”

Vinyl giggled gently. Neon’s front hooves found their way to her thighs. She was quivering as if there was an earthquake, her breathing rapid, her eyes fluttering. Hooves found rear, hooves squeezed rear, and Vinyl let out the most adorable squeal Neon could have imagined.

“I can’t wait, guys,” Neon gasped, kneading into Vinyl’s flank.

“N-Neither can I,” Vinyl squeaked, rolling her rear up into Neon’s touch.

“Nor I,” Octavia hummed, grinding her pussy into Neon’s cockhead.

The three of them froze for just a moment. Their eyes flew from pony to pony, reading each other. Lust, love, and compassion as one. They trusted each other. They were ready to do this in every way possible. They were ready to make their relationship something more than it ever had been before. They were young, horny and in love, and nothing could have been more perfect than the moment before the bedsheets became a sexual ground zero.

“Well,” Vinyl giggled, “what the fuck are we waiting for?”

Neon was going to say something snarky, but Vinyl’s delicious, peachy pussy cut him off. His groaned into Vinyl’s cunt as Octavia let out a loud gasp of delight as he finally entered her. His eyes rolled up into his head from utter and complete bliss.

Octavia’s marehood was divinity itself. It was tight, warm, and dripping wet. She glided down his length easily, making him gasp into Vinyl’s wetness as he bottomed out into her, making her let out an uncharacteristic squeak as his length filled her completely. Octavia clung to his length and never let go, movement slow, laborious, every single roll or grind of her pussy filling his mind with sensation.

He wanted to see it, a refined erudite bouncing upon his dick, but Vinyl’s plushy rear kept her from view. Neon’s world was utterly darkened by marehood. His entire world was devoted now to the worship of twin divines, his tongue diving in and licking as deep as he could, Vinyl’s sweet juices dribbling down his chin and her nigh-screams of delight filling his ears with a sound as sweet as all her music. Louder still were Octavia’s little grunts and shrill shrieks of satisfaction as she bounced upon his cock, her cunt tightening, loosening, nearly keeping her from movement, were it not for the fluid she leaked so copiously.

He couldn’t see her face, but he knew what it had to look like. The eyes screwed up in pleasure and closed tightly, the mouth open and letting out little desperate breaths, her lungs working overtime to help her stay conscious through the powerful sensation of thick, powerful dick slamming against her greatest depths again, and again, and again, over and over, with precise power and grace, her tongue lolling out, drooling everywhere.

And Vinyl’s face was relaxed, a dumb grin on her lips, tongue hanging out, her panting smaller, lighter, softer. Her eyes were dulled, and softened in the face of such intense sensation, of such wonderful, blissful treatment. She was lost in the feeling of hooves digging into her copious rear and tongue lashing against her labia and into her tunnel, as a powerful vaginal explorer journeyed to the center of her world, and drank from the fertile springs of her marehood.

His hips had a mind of their own, raising up off of the bed as his back arched along with his companions. He rolled up and down, trying to match Octavia’s forceful bounces on his fuckstick, trying to make her feel the same lightning storms of sensation that filled his brain, that soaked his mind in primal lust. A low, animalistic growl rumbled in his throat, and he gripped Vinyl’s ass almost violently, ignoring her squeals.

His thick, turgid cock twitched violently. He could tell Octavia was close too, her velvet marehood desperately squeezing, quivering over his huge, twitching dick like a pilgrim facing the Gods. He let out a roar, and grabbed Octavia’s hips, slamming her down and holding her there, throwing his head back on the pillow and gasping for air.

“Fuuuuuuck…”

All Octavia could do in response was mewl.

“Tavi… Where do you…”

“In,” she gasped. “Let it out… In… Please…”

He obliged.

His cock pulsed and heaved like some sort of leviathan, and unleashed a powerful, constant flow, surging up into Octavia’s cunt and pooling into her womb. He was marking her, making her his, and for the first time that night, Neon heard Octavia squeal. It was a glorious sound, high pitched, almost restrained, a siren for utter and complete pleasure. Neon’s ears twitched pleasantly as it complimented the insurmountable white noise of a powerful orgasm. He bit his lip, gripping Octavia’s rear, drawing it out for as long as possible.

“Ooooh,” Vinyl breathed. “I fucking love it when you do that, Tavi…”

Neon’s grip tightened for one last squeeze, his cock twitched for one last pulse, and he finally felt the ache in his back that he had created from holding up both his own weight and Octavia’s for… He didn’t even know how long, but it was time well spent. Vinyl released his head from between her thighs, and gave Neon a perfect window to see an utterly wrecked Octavia, her face just as he pictured it. Tongue out, eyes up, hooves together, worshipping whatever deity of fertility made this union as whole as it was. A warm stream of her juices dribbled on Neon’s belly, a glorious garnish to a perfect fuck cocktail.

Vinyl looked down at Neon between her legs, her mouth open in a stupid grin.

“Fucking awesome,” she cried hoarsely. “Right, Tavi?”

Octavia didn’t say anything, but the strangled mewl that she managed through her post-orgasm haze said twenty thousand words. Her forehooves scrabbled at either side of Neon as she tried to regain her balance and lift herself off of his cock. Vinyl chortled, sitting on Neon’s chest, lifting Octavia off of his cock by grabbing onto her thighs and pulling her up as she kissed her ever so gently. She hummed into her mouth. No tongues, only soft lips caressing one another. There was a lewd popping sound as Octavia broke free, and Neon could feel a little dribble of his own seed ooze from her cunt and course down his length.

Octavia and Vinyl’s kiss broke, and Octavia leaned into Vinyl’s body, humming, holding her close. She whispered something into the DJ’s ear that turned her bright red, then nipped her ear and made her squeak. She licked down from the inside of her ear down her neck, making her moan, before rolling off of Neon’s body and nuzzling into his side, giving his neck a kiss. Vinyl turned around and straddled Neon’s waist, looking down at him, and, though her face was red, gave him a predatory grin. It became clear to him all of a sudden that whatever Octavia had said had truly gotten Vinyl’s already purring engine going into overdrive.

“My turn.”