Polyamory in D Minor

He raised an eyebrow. “Wh-Wha? But I just–”

“But you just gave my marefriend the best fuck I’ve ever seen, and I’m not going to let her have the only go! Capisce?”

Neon briefly considered his position. He was sticky with mare juice, his own cum, sweat. His mane was matted down, shiny and slick and messy. It stuck out in violent tufts of hair. His lips glistened with Vinyl’s liquid excitement, his chest soaked in the stuff, and his belly and still-warm length soaked in Octavia’s. He couldn’t catch his breath. His lungs simply couldn’t catch up with his excitement. His ears rang from all the pleasured screams and moans.

Essentially, there was no way Neon saw this continuing. But sight, being such a limited sense, didn’t account for his stiffness. The hypersensitivity of afterglow coursed through his limbs and peaked at his hooves, which ran down Vinyl’s calves and felt them quiver. They ran across the bedsheets, and found a dry spot here and there that needed to be dirtied so desperately. They went back up Vinyl’s legs and grabbed her flank, hard, making her gasp and arch her back. He couldn’t see it, but he could feel it. He could smell it. Vinyl needed it. Immediately. And he wasn’t one to keep a mare waiting.

Octavia wasn’t one either. So she gave Neon’s nuts a tender squeeze.

He gritted his teeth and let out a pleased yelp in response. She may have been a Canterlot lady, but she was still an earth pony, and her grasp was firm. Gentle, at least at that moment, but definitely firm, and Neon could tell she was holding back so very much. Her well-shorn hoof was soft and giving at the moment, but he knew it could press and push and turn a proud stallion into a squeaking gelding. He closed his eyes as his sensitive sack was stroked, unsure of whether to be afraid or aroused, or a little bit of both. Octavia leaned in and whispered into his ear, her voice soft, but demanding.

“I’d say ‘capisco’ if I were you, Neon,” she breathed. “Vinyl likes to get what she wants, and I know you’re going to love giving it to her.”

“I was g-getting to that,” Neon grunted, gasping as she rolled one of his conkers in her hoof. “You don’t have– hnnngh– t-to torture Little Neon…”

“Then say it,” she mewled, giving Neon a little squeeze that made him sigh.

“Capisco...”

She tightened her grip, hard So hard, that Neon’s legs quivered, his throat tightened, and he let out an agonized groan. It wasn’t pain, mere discomfort, but it was a clear threat, a powerful threat, and it made him all the more aware of his situation, that he was a catalyst, but these two mares were in control. They were in control now, and that was the best for the three of them.

“Capisco!” he cried, his voice several octaves higher than it should have been. He gasped in relief as Octavia at least partially released him, choosing to caress rather than constrict his swollen nuts. She licked his neck and giggled sultrily, glancing up at Vinyl, whose cherry-red face had a hint of indignation on it.

“He’s got a decent pain threshold, but it could stand for improvement.”

“Another night, Tavi,” Vinyl giggled, giving her mare a boop on the nose.

“Y-Yeah,” Neon stammered. “I’ve been exp-posed to a lot so far, let’s not p-push our luck.”

Octavia growled playfully, giving Neon a good squeeze, making him yelp. She kept kneading into his package, pulling it, squeezing it, forcing lewd twitches from his length as Vinyl raised her hips and slowly, agonizingly, ran her dribbing cunt against the top of it. Mare juice almost waterfalled down his shaft, his breath catching in his throat, cut off both by the powerful sensations down below, and Octavia capturing them in small nips to his Adam’s apple. He was helpless, a toy, a pawn, and it was the best thing he could have imagined then and there.

“Don’t be a smartass, Neon,” Octavia growled, suckling right under his chin. “Just relax and enjoy yourself.”

Vinyl’s hooves pressed against his chest as she lifted herself up and down, up and down, grinding against his length. She pushed against it, slick sounds of sex against sex piercing the air, mixing with Octavia’s little hums of approval and Vinyl panting like crazy, her face going from red to pink and back to red with every pull up and push down. She rested the twitching tip against her pussy lips, and Neon froze. He could feel the heat coming from it, could almost imagine her marehood literally steaming, a powerful mist of pussy juice coating the head of his cock and rising from her labia.

He sat up a bit, reaching forward and slapping his forehooves against Vinyl’s flank, holding them there, enjoying the strained squeal he got for his trouble and the sight of jiggling flesh bouncing against his hooves. He had found himself a rhythm now, timing his rolling and squeezing into Vinyl’s flank with Octavia’s kneading and stroking of his balls, licking his lips and looking deeply into what he could see of of Vinyl’s eyes, lidded as they were with ecstasy.

A little smile crossed his lips. They didn’t have as much control as they thought. His hooves froze on Vinyl’s cutie marks and held her up, keeping her from sinking on his length. He teased her against his cockhead, dipping it ever so slightly into her, but never truly penetrating. Her eyes widened, and she let out a little groan, trying to push down, only to be held back by Neon’s hooves. Looking over the situation, Octavia chuckled, and her nibbling grew more intense, grew stronger, making him groan. They were at war. Octavia attacked with bites, licks, nips, and Neon kept Vinyl from her prize, and Vinyl desperately fought back.

“C’mon,” she pleaded. “D-Do it…”

“You want it?”

“Y-Yessss…”

She ground against his cockhead, at the same time that Octavia held her mouth against his neck and lapped at it with her tongue. He gasped, his hooves shaky, but stayed strong.

“You really want it?”

“Yes!” she cried.

Octavia stopped nibbling, pulling back, giving Neon a sinister smirk. “Play nice, Neon…”

“Why should Iiiiiaaaaagh!”

His last syllable was drawn out by the strongest, biggest, most crushing squeeze Octavia had given his nuts yet, his hooves letting go of Vinyl’s ass on reflex. Vinyl let out a piercing cry as, finally, she was allowed what she wanted. She sunk onto Neon’s cock swiftly, her hips smashing into his as gravity and slick, wet marehood gave him the grace to slam his entire length into her in a single, smooth stroke.

Neon gasped. Octavia had been fantastic, unbelievably tight and wonderful, but the Vinyl experience was something he had long forgotten and now it came back in full force. He had forgotten the loose, gentle grasp of her cunt from years long past, the way it twitched and pulled, how incredibly and wonderfully wet it was, how it felt almost as if she was juicing him for every single drop of mare juice he could get. It felt homely, in a way. He had done this before, but somehow, waiting all night made oh so much worth the wait, now more than ever before.

Octavia, meanwhile, had slipped down Neon’s body, trailing her tongue past his chest, his abs, his stomach, sometimes leaving a sloppy kiss at points in his coat. It was a potent mix. Two parts of Vinyl’s grinding against his hips, soaking his crotch in her juices. Two parts of Octavia’s eyes looking up at him as she sunk down, her hooves still massaging Neon’s aching, swollen balls without abandon. And as he shook the tumbler of debauchery, she slipped behind Vinyl and gave Neon a wink. His swollen, aching sack was given respite from her hooves for just long enough for her wet, warm mouth to wrap around them, making him gasp and lift his back off the bed.

Somehow, Vinyl’s rear hooves found purchase in the mattress, making it shake as her legs vibrated like a pair of jackhammers, slowly, agonizingly driving her way back up. She could only go so far before she gave him a powerful clench, stuck at the one-third point, giving Neon a little window to see Octavia going to town on his nuts, and licking up the juices Vinyl left with every rise. Vinyl’s legs gave in again and made her slam against his hips with nigh-bone-shattering force, the two of them groaning in tandem. Her mouth was open, her wavery squeals the succulent sounds of a mare in need, melting and mixing with Octavia’s satisfied hums as she lapped up Neon’s nuts.

The sensation was almost blinding, but Neon still had the vision to see Octavia’s tongue trail up, following Vinyl as she made another shaky rise. But as Vinyl peaked at just the head, Octavia kept going, her oral treatment lapping up Vinyl’s pussy, her taint, and stopping. He didn’t need much imagination to wonder what was making Vinyl nearly scream with delight. The image of Octavia jamming her tongue into her marefriend’s tight little rosebud made his shaft twitch lewdly.

“T-Taviii,” Vinyl squealed. “Please..”

Octavia’s hooves wrapped around Vinyl’s thighs and held her up. Neon took the initiative, thrusting upwards into her as Tavi swirled her tongue around in Vinyl’s ass, saliva dribbling down and onto Neon’s rapidly rutting length. Now his nuts swung free, tapping and slapping against Tavi’s chin with every animalistic thrust, his hooves grabbing Vinyl’s flank for leverage as he plowed upwards into her, driving screams and cries of utter bliss out of her.

Neon’s mane splayed out behind his head, his teeth gritting as he desperately tried to hold on, fatigue setting in. It was difficult to continue his powerful pace, his thrusts slowing, weakening. He felt a gentle hoof against his inner thigh, pushing him away from Vinyl’s foal slot and back down onto the bed, the springs creaking as Neon let his back go slack and tried desperately to recover. He opened one eye and looked down just in time to see Octavia slowly pulling her admittedly larger marefriend up and off of Neon’s length, but only just. Her labia still barely kissed the tip, making him shudder in blissful agony. He rolled his hips up in a weak attempt to penetrate again, but Octavia kept Vinyl’s shivering, moaning body off of him, holding her girl close, licking her neck and making her moan.

“Agh, T-Tavi,” Vinyl pleaded.

“I’m getting to it…”

Neon growled, rolling his hips up again, earning a growl of disapproval from Octavia. She pulled Vinyl away from his length entirely, glaring at him, licking her lips. He let out a desperate groan, rolling his hips up again, and again, panting, sweat covering every inch of his skin, watching them through lidded eyes. A high, soft whine left his throat involuntarily. He needed it now, he needed to cum, and he didn’t care where or how. But Octavia simply rolled her eyes and smirked, grinding Vinyl’s wet cunny over his length, then pulling away as he tried to thrust upwards.

“I said I’m getting to it!” she said, chiding him.

“W-Well, get to it faster!”

“Mmmh, I don’t know,” Tavi purred. “Do you really want to rush things like he wants, Vinyl?”

Vinyl would have said something, but then Octavia edged her forward ever so slightly, hotdogging Neon’s cock between her ass cheeks, slowly, agonizingly grinding it back and forth. He could feel the heat and the wetness seep into his length, again bathing his cock in her arousal. Again letting Neon know that good Goddess, she needed this as much as he did and he was the one to give it to her. She needed him as much as he needed her, as much as Octavia had needed him, as much as Octavia wanted her to. She trusted her. They trusted him.

“J-Just let ‘im, Tavi,” Vinyl said, her voice wavering. “P-Please, let ‘im have me…”

He felt Vinyl rise again upon his length, and held his breath. But his length merely brushed against Vinyl’s dripping pussy and went just a tad further, to a far tighter, far more sensitive hole. He grinned, tightening his hold on her rear, Vinyl’s squeaks and grunts of mild discomfort and infinite arousal muffled from Octavia’s passionate lips against her own, locking them together, pushing her down. The force against his cockhead became nearly unbearable, his eyes opening a bit, his length throbbing lewdly against Vinyl’s asshole.

“Mmmgh… Here, lemme help,” he chuckled, his horn glowing slightly. Both Vinyl and Octavia watched as a liquid condensed at the tip of his glowing rod, bright blue and luminescent. A drop of the stuff, about the size of a golf ball, slowly floated from the tip, held in a sparkling glow of telekinesis, slowly waving in front of Vinyl’s face. She giggled, giving the ball a little lick.

“Fruit punch?...”

Neon shrugged. “I figured you had a... sweet tooth, from the way y-you’ve been eatin’ Vinyl up.”

Vinyl’s face flashed crimson, and she covered her mouth with her forehooves. Stuttering, her embarrassment trailed into a languid moan as Octavia bit her neck again, not noticing how her marefriend ever so slightly raised her body away from Neon’s cock and gave the stallion a little wink.

“She is a sweetie, isn’t she?” she giggled.

Vinyl’s hooves rested on her chest, a little smile on her face. “Shut up.”

And Neon picked that moment to unceremoniously slam the glob of summoned lube into Vinyl’s ass.

Her breath caught in her mouth, her eyes bulging out of her head in surprise, her mouth wide in a silent scream, flapping open and shut as the ball slid it’s way down her rear. Further and further it went, never bursting. A perfect bead of lubrication, leaving residue against the tight, soft passages of her anus. Neon grunted, his horn glowing brighter the further it went. Vinyl arched her back as it plunged into her deepest depths, making Octavia lose her grip a bit and almost drop her. Thankfully, the unicorn mare had jammed her rear hooves down into the bed at the same time, or they would have gone tumbling down. Not that this was a present concern to anypony present.

Neon smirked a bit, watching the stupid grin on Vinyl’s face widen, and let his horn extinguish. His fellow DJ let out the most adorable little gasp as the intense pressure in her ass caused the little bubble of lube to pop, flowing down and out, massaging her already sore walls and filling her with the most delightful tingly feeling. She shivered in their collective grasp, biting her lip. As Octavia raised her marefriend back into position, Neon could see the glowing lube slowly ooze from her slightly widened rear, bathing her asscheeks in a wonderfully pale, bluish glow.

He closed his eyes as he felt Vinyl’s rear hole push against his cockhead again. Now it felt slick, and warm, and as magic lube smeared against his head, Neon could feel it tickle the sensitive skin of his organ. Vinyl’s panting and squeaking and groaning filled the air, and she looked upon Neon with half-lidded eyes.

“Fuck Mama Vinyl in the ass, please,” she breathed.

Neon tittered, but his laughter died on his lips as Octavia pushed his length into Vinyl’s now well-prepared tunnel. Instead, a moan escaped as Vinyl swiftly slammed down upon his shaft and let out a loud cry of absolute fulfillment. Her pussy had been heavenly, magnificent, but her ass was another level of wonderful. It was tight, pulsing, pulling, squeezing and kneading at his swollen cock. He grabbed her flanks and bounced her upon it, feeling her rump jiggle with every single thrust, hearing her moan with every single slam, watching her face go through a thousand different expressions and each one saying the exact same thing. More, please, more, more, more. And more he gave her, speeding up, roughing up, slamming up into her well-lubed ass without abandon, luminescent lubricant flying in droplets from between them with every time Vinyl came up to the tip, only to be slammed back down and filled again.

Neon’s gaze went downwards. His length didn’t merely physically pulse with pleasure every time he slid into Vinyl’s ass, but now it pulsed visually, the blue-hued glow of lubricant lighting up his length like a glowstick, and accentuating the glorious feeling of Vinyl’s rear entrance with cold, merciless tingling, melding with his meatstick bashing through Vinyl’s sensitive pucker. But what truly drew him in wasn’t his own glowing cock, or Vinyl’s dribbling slit, or her huge rear. It was Octavia’s eyes, big, bold and wide, just watching the action. Octavia looked back at him, a little smile on her face, an adorable blush adorning her features, and a hoof between her legs, still rubbing idly.

She looked beautiful in that moment, but in the next, she looked even more so. Her demure eyes closed, a pleasant little hum coursing through her throat. It helped that her thin, lovely lips were now wrapped around one of Neon’s huge, throbbing balls again. His eyes went wide, then squeezed shut as agonizing pleasure shot through every system, barely able to keep himself from spazzing out like a colt with a seizure. Stars flashed across his eyes as synapses blasted bliss throughout his entire form, Vinyl’s bouncing speeding up, Octavia’s skilled little tongue playing with his scrotum, pulling on the skin before devouring one of his heftly nuts, suckling, licking, swirling. His balls ached, they groaned, they demanded to be emptied, and Neon wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep it up.

He held Vinyl down now, his hooves digging savagely into her rear, making her let out a shaky squeal of approval. Octavia licked up the valley between Neon’s hefty nuts, then reached around and held her mare from behind, resting her head on her shoulder, giggling into her ear and giving it a sweet little kiss. He grinned almost painfully at the two of them, his eyes opening slightly, cloudly with pure, unbridled need.

“G-Gonna blow, guys,” he stammered.

Octavia grinned, nipping the tip of Vinyl’s ear, making her squeak, whispering into it. “Where do ya want it, Vinyl?”

Vinyl’s reply was a small, pathetic little whimper, and Neon saw now just how hard she’d been taking it. Hairs stuck out from her mane at haphazard angles, and sweat dripped from the tip of her snout, her eyes always angled just a bit upwards. She twitched every now and again as Neon’s cock throbbed desperately inside her, her coat covered in patches of stuck-up hair where Octavia’s hooves had trailed against it. She looked like shit. The most beautiful, wonderful, voluptuous shit Neon had ever seen. But then again, he knew that he didn’t look much better. Octavia licked up her neck again, making her shudder, her hooves trailing southwards.

“Well?” she said.

“I… I w-waaahnh!”

Now Octavia was rubbing Vinyl’s clit, her hoof pressing down against it, hard, licking and kissing against her neck, making her marefriend arch her back and let out a long, low howl, driving her utterly barbaric with carnal pleasures. She leaned up and nipped her ear again, drawing out the howl longer, holding onto the tip of it until it died down to desperate panting.

“I w-want it in my p-pussy,” Vinyl stammered.

Neon’s cock twitched. Hard.

Octavia bit down. “Louder,” she growled around gritted teeth.

“I w-w-want it in my fucking pussy!” Vinyl cried.

“Want what?!”

“Cum! Cum, oh Goddess, cum in my fucking p-p-p–”

It all happened within milliseconds. Octavia’s hooves dug underneath Vinyl’s thighs, and Neon gasped, not only because his grasp on her rear was suddenly and irrevocably lost, but because not a moment too soon after, he felt his throbbing, tingling cockhead push past puffy pussy lips and jam deeply inside of smooth, velvety cunt, and one surprised squeal and a clench of that tunnel later, Neon broke underneath it all, and the dam burst forth, and burst forth hard.

“–pussssyyyeeeeeeeeeee!!”

He barely heard the squealing. He couldn’t concentrate. This was the strongest, this was the most powerful, this was the one that he had been looking for his entire life and he had no idea, but now that he had found it all the sweet mysteries of life seemed so simple, just throb after throb, splurt after splurt. Filling, making whole, everything a white blur of barely coherent thoughts put together. His back rising off the bed, his head rising out of the house, his eyes shut so tightly, but he could see it all. Vinyl froze and screamed as Octavia pushed against her clit and drove her to squirt like a madmare, her cum staining Neon’s crotch again. His throbbing, shivering balls clenched and unclenched in one of Octavia’s hooves, their union dribbling down his length, it was all, it was all, it was everything for a second, and it was perfect.

Vinyl fell against his chest. Neon barely felt the weight of both mares upon him, both bodies shaky and limp, both rolling and moving around him, barely able to percieve it all, a Cosmare girl on the left and an Appletini girl to the right. He closed his eyes and caught his breath with them, no words. Only panting together, feeling together, being together, recovering together.