Chapters Second Movement: Icebreaking
It was a surprisingly fanciful affair. Neon suspected that the two of them had split the room in two at one point, but eventually their interests bled together in a mishmash of old Germane pub and new Germane disko. The bar itself was made of cherry wood, highly polished to a light, tannish wash. Neon could feel his hooves slide comfortably on the shiny surface. Ornate decor bordered the ceiling, casting fanciful shadows on the opposite wall from the dim, low-light orange lamps that hung above its surface.
Neon didn’t. He only gave a knowing smirk and an affirming nod. He stood on one side of the bar, surrounded by a thousand sources of intoxication and relaxation, with the two mares on the other side. One leaning against the cherry wood with a toothpick hanging from her grey lips, the other one wrapped her partner in a warm hug. Vinyl’s horn glowed, and an old rock-and-roll CD blasted out soul from a speaker in the corner.
Neon looked the both of them over. Charcoal mare held white unicorn, nibbling her ear. Octavia made Vinyl squirm, made Vinyl hers. And both of them made eyes at him. These were a pair of mares so wildly in love he was lucky to even be allowed to mix their drinks.
Dammit. The doubts were on the way back.
How could he even hope to hold a candle when two flares shone so bright together? What did he give their relationship it didn’t have before? How could they brush all of this aside and let him take the burden of trying to understand, to know how it felt to be a part of something? Did they really know him as well as they thought? Did he know them as well as he thought?
Neon cleared his throat. He had drinks to pour.
“What’ll you two lovely ladies be having?”
Octavia cracked a toothy grin. “Cosmare for me,” she cooed.
“I’ll take an Appletini!” Vinyl squeaked.
Neon nodded, ancient knowledge resurfacing to the front of his mind, drowning out new concerns.
He cracked his neck from side to side, rolled his shoulders around, even flexed a bit as he pulled out spirits, anything he could do to keep up the goofiness and keep away the thoughts of worthlessness and needlessness. But try as he could, Neon couldn’t keep it up. His Stepford smile fell flat, his brow furrowing with concentration.
Maybe being professional about it would work. His face went neutral, but his brain went hyperactive, exact measurements zipping through his cortex. Neon spun a pair of cocktail glasses onto the bartop, his eyes narrowing along with his focus as a tumbler flipped around in his hooves, the cool, familiar touch of metal dousing the feelings brought on by the warm touch of lips together.
Showtime.
First up, Cosmare. Three parts citrus vodka, check, splashing into the mixer like water, filling the air with a strong, sweet scent, lemony and yet eye-wateringly brain-numbing. Two parts cranberry juice, check, red cranberry bled into clear citrus, like Octavia’s crimson-tinged eyes bled into his heart. One part Cointrot triple sec, check, keep it classy. Octavia liked classy, the cosmos darkening, clouded now with a tinge of orange. One part lime juice, check, giving it the kick she needed. Stir, pour, flame with an orange slice, serve. Neon pushed the drink forward, swallowing.
His hoof was shaking. He knew Octavia could tell he was nervous still. He knew it, and he knew that she was just laughing it off.
“You can uncross your eyes now, Neon,” she chortled.
Neon blinked a few times, and the mares in front of him giggled delightedly at his expense. Curtain, first act. So far, so good. So what if his hooves still shook?
“Hey, I haven’t done it in a while! I needed to focus!”
Vinyl giggled. “Hey, while you’re focused, loverboy, whip me up that Appletini, would ya?”
Neon blinked again. Magenta eyes. White lips asking for a green drink. Beauty he was unworthy of, asking him of all ponies to mix for her. Focus, he told himself. Focus, don’t think about it. Power. Drinks had power. Water wisping against the sides of the mixer, bottles flying in and out of his sight. Second act, go.
Three parts vodka, check, the strong stuff, kicked like a bastard. Vinyl the bastard unicorn, years in an orphanage. A half-part apple juice, sickly sweet and sticky, and a half-part Apple Family Cider from Ponyville. A bottle he remembered sending up to Vinyl at Christmas, and she had sent back a note telling him how much she loved it.
She loved him. Octavia did too. Neon desperately tried to blink it away, but it kept returning to the forefront of his mind.
A dash of vermouth for class, though that wasn’t her style, she’d appreciate the gesture. A part of Cointrot, a good thing he didn’t put away the bottle, great mares think alike after all. He held the tumbler up in his hooves, feeling droplets drip onto them, alcohol and ice-cold drops of water mixing with his sweat, the air full of the scent of needy mares, oh Goddess the air had needy mare in it and he wasn’t ready for it, and he saw concern in Vinyl’s eyes for a moment as he looked up at her, away from his work. His eyes were blurry, making her glow like some sort of angel.
“Shaken or stirred?”
She hesitated, then she giggled.
“Shake it up, sweetie!”
Neon slapped the cap on, shook it. Check. Pour, garnish with an apple slice. Check. Serve.
He felt lightheaded. He couldn’t stop thinking about them. He dared not stop thinking about them.
The drinks didn’t work. They wouldn’t work until they drank them. Until alcohol blinded them to his thoughts and feelings. Until he could blur the gazes piercing into his soul the same as his eyes blurred now. Neon knew they could see every twitch in his mouth towards a frown, hear how fast his heart beat, threatening to tear from his chest and sing Hello My Baby on its way out of the house. Neon felt the pressure of a pair of goddesses asking for him, and felt himself so utterly and completely crushed by it.
Octavia had to tap his hoof to get his attention.
“And what are you having, Neon?” Octavia said with a smirk.
Neon looked over his sunglasses, a little bit of sincerity slipping into his shaky mirror of Octavia’s smile. He grabbed a bottle of rust-colored, filthy bourbon, the label fading off and peeling. Eirish Eiglasses, the needlessly flowery lettering said proudly. Neon’s face stretched from timid smirk to a wide, pained smile, and his hoof fumbled with the cap as he popped the bottle open. There were a couple of giggles, but they fell into an uneasy silence.
He raised the bottle.
“Are you okay, Neon?” Octavia said softly, voice laced with concern, a poison against his defense.
He grimaced. The whiskey smelled strong, smokey. It stung his bleary eyes. It was just what he needed.
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
Vinyl broke from Octavia’s hold and sat up, leaning towards Neon with a hoof and gently pressing it against his forehead, checking for a temperature. He pulled away, and the back of Vinyl’s hoof was soaked with sweat that she wiped away on her own coat.
“Neon, you look like you’re about to have a heart attack,” Vinyl said.
“What?! I’m okay! Seriously!”
Four eyes glared at him. Neon groaned.
“Seriously, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me!”
“Neon, you’re a friend and a lover. We’re supposed to worry about you.”
“I just… No. It’s nothing. It’s okay! I…”
He sighed. The bottle clinked dully as it fell onto the tabletop, and Neon put his hooves on either side of the bottle, spinning it around idly.
“I just, well, guys, I…”
Octavia took a calm sip of her Cosmare, putting a hoof over his. “It’s okay, Neon.”
“It’s not, alright? It’s really not, especially after, y’know, all that upstairs, I guess. I just…”
“Just what?” Vinyl murmured.
Neon sighed. He took a swig of whiskey and felt his throat burn, wiping his mouth with the back of a foreleg.
He didn’t dare look into her eyes. He didn’t dare see how much his fear hurt them. He put his hooves out on the table and sighed, dizzy from the low of whiskey and the high of a new relationship, the ideas stirring within him pleasant at times, but mostly uncertain still, despite his best efforts. Neon wiped his mouth three times to make sure he swept away any remaining drool, his mind running a mile a minute and his brain running a millimeter in the same time.
“Just, I mean…”
He stammered and stuttered. Whether it was due to the alcohol or the embarrassing, if not lovely, images in his head, he didn’t know. All he knew was that he was a little bit tipsy, and a little bit frightened. A little bit intimidated, and ever so slightly excited. Two beautiful, wonderful marefriends, when most stallions couldn’t handle one.
Both mares sipped their drinks and kept their eyes on him, their attention rapt, the rock record skipping a beat. Neon used the space to clear his throat.
“It’s just, well, I’m kinda not sure how we’re gonna approach the whole, uhm, thing. Cause, uhm, truth is, I…”
Neon swallowed. “Well, I mean… I’m nervous.”
Vinyl’s hoof was over the hoof on the bottle, her smile bright and loving. Neon sighed and smiled back nervously.
“We get it, Neon,” she said gently, lidding her eyes. Neon blinked and looked away, breaking from Vinyl’s touch and trying to keep his eyes from slipping back up into Vinyl’s gaze. She took another sip of her Appletini and smacked her lips with appreciation. Neon suppressed a thousand lewd images induced by alcohol and new marefriends.
“I mean, I’m nervous, and stuff, cause I’ve never done this,” he said, flatly, ashamed.
Vinyl spat out her drink. Unfortunately, this ended up spraying Neon on the face in a combination of spittle and Appletini. Thankfully none of it got in his eyes, but it was enough to make him shout and fall backwards from his seat, groaning.
“You’re still a virgin?!” she cried.
Neon groaned, rolling to his side. Vinyl’s face fell with realization, and she sheepishly peeked over the counter.
“Sorry. I mean, I just figured–”
“I’m not a virgin,” Neon muttered painfully from his position on the floor, slowly making his shaky, tipsy way to his hooves.
“Oh.”
If Vinyl’s face could have turned any redder, she would have turned into a tomato. She even let off a few errant sparks of magic, a high-pitched whine trapped in her throat as she tried to not-so-subtly deal with her embarrassment. Octavia, for her part, was puffing out her cheeks trying not to laugh her ass off.
Neon’s head poked over the bar again. He spat on his hoof, slicked back his mane, and adjusted his tie. Octavia snickered.
“You don’t have to lie, Neon.”
“I’m not! Really! Lost it at that first party Vinyl hosted back in college, regretted not saving it, then forgot about all that fidelity shit and became the class stud! You know the ladies loved me!”
“Wait, was that the one where that skank Cloudchaser was all over you?”
Neon flushed. “She was cool, she wasn’t a skank,” he grumbled.
“I used to think they just thought you were cute and vulnerable,” Octavia smirked.
Neon pouted. “Sure. That and drop-dead sexy.”
Vinyl swallowed, her face now down to a healthy pink, and she took a sip of Appletini to clear her throat.
“But you took them one at a time.”
Neon sighed.
“Yeah. I… That’s why this is all really new to me. I’ve never, uhm really had an opportunity for this, I guess, I…”
Octavia snickered. “Most stallions haven’t.”
Neon chuckled. “Guess that’s why I’m nervous. Uhm…”
He sighed. “What I mean to ask is, if it’s all right with you and stuff, well, how much experience do you guys have with this?”
Vinyl squeaked and covered her mouth with her hoof to keep from spitting up her drink again. Neon lowered the foreleg he had raised to shield himself, and saw something new in Octavia’s stare when his eyes happened upon hers.
There was something definitely naughty there now. A hint of something he hadn’t noticed before, or at least, noticed was directed at him. She had lidded her eyes and focused the laser gaze of her purple irises into his, and he noticed her flicking her gaze downward every now and again. He knew she was checking him out. Neon swallowed. He wasn’t anything particularly special, nothing that was deserving of this mare that now caressed him with her eyes. Her gaze was intimidating, yet inviting, intimate, wanting.
Vinyl hid behind her drink and pretended to take meek little sips. Octavia beckoned Neon to come closer, and he was powerless to disobey. Such was the siren-like power of those lovely purple eyes. He leaned his head over the countertop, and Octavia’s muzzle grazed against his earlobe, speaking so gently and yet so warmly, her voice resonating through the organ, making it twitch.
“Let’s just say,” she murmured, with a lust-laden voice, “Vinyl’s after-parties get pretty crazy. Usually just for her, though.”
She almost pulled away, but Neon mouthed the word “wait,” and she did just that.
“What do you mean, just for her?” he whispered back.
She smiled. “I mean, she takes a little group downstairs for a few… private drinks. I’ve seen maybe three or four stallions down here at a time.”
Neon’s eyes widened, a blush rising to his cheeks.
“None of this involves you?”
Octavia’s tone was still lustful, but now had the slightest hint of melancholy.
“I don’t like to get involved in the crazy stuff.”
“But now you’re here,” Neon muttered.
Octavia’s cheeks turned a tinge pink. “Now I’m here. It helps that I actually…”
She licked the inside of his ear. Neon gasped in surprise and pulled away, stammering.
“Care about you,” Octavia finished at conversation volume.
Neon glanced at Vinyl. She was practically a beetroot, her cheeks puffed indignantly as she swirled her Appletini distractedly.
“Two guys,” she squeaked.
Octavia leaned towards her, perking up an ear and giggling. “Hm?”
“N-No more than two guys,” Vinyl stammered. “Third dude was a, uhm, a-a cameracolt.”
“Cameracolt?”
Vinyl squeaked meekly and nodded. Neon took a small swig of whiskey, thought better of it, and only swallowed half of it, spitting the other half into an unused glass.
“Who… took care of him?” Neon said.
“The other two guys,” Vinyl hummed.
“Huh,” Neon said. Octavia cackled.
He felt that he should have swallowed the other half of that whiskey.
“So,” Neon said.
“Yeah?”
Vinyl seemed to be back in recovery mode, finishing her Appletini and setting it down. Neon almost felt like mixing her another drink, but as he reached for the tumbler, Vinyl shook her head and pushed the glass away. Neon shrugged. She was probably saving up for when she really needed to party.
“I guess you’ve got some, uhm, expertise.”
Vinyl nodded.
“So…”
She smiled, and put her hooves over his, holding them up and pulling him close. Their noses touched, and Neon could feel how warm hers was, flushed with hot-blooded embarrassment. Her features really were kind. He could see the laughter creases in the corners of her eyes and the permanent dimples where her smile stretched across her face. There was even the faded remnants of what had been freckles in her youth. Now they were gone and smooth, but ingrained in Neon’s mind from days long ago.
But most striking was what was in her eyes. Trust. Love. Compassion. And that same desire Octavia had in hers. It felt warmer here, safer. Less predatory. Magenta hues brighter, less like siren, more… like a mother. Neon almost felt compelled to kiss her, but stayed silent and still.
“Three really basic rules, okay?” she whispered.
“Okay,” he whispered back.
Vinyl leaned back, and Neon followed her at first, wanting the touch of their noses to linger. If only the bar wasn’t so thick, else he could have made it across for at least a peck. He almost chastised himself for wanting to kiss Octavia’s marefriend, until he chastised himself for not remembering that she was his marefriend too, and after all, they hadn’t even kissed yet. Any of them. Not even a peck.
“You better listen to this too, Tavi. It’s important.”
“Kay,” Octavia said, finishing her Cosmare with one last gulp and a sigh of satisfaction. Vinyl turned to her and smiled wider, making eyes at her mare. Octavia eyed her in return, and Neon felt his heart melt at the spectacle, maybe helped a bit by the heat of her hooves on his. She let go of one hoof, only for Octavia to grab it, her grip shaky, but firm.
They were connected. They were in this together.
Neon felt the gentlest smile spread across his face.
“Rule one. Participate.”
Neon and Octavia nodded. Vinyl giggled.
“Rule two. No such thing as stupid questions. Especially the first time.”
All eyes were on Vinyl. She smiled.
“Rule three. Least experienced gets the most attention.”
Neon blushed hotly.
“It’s not ‘have fun’?” Octavia snickered.
“That’s a given,” Vinyl giggled.
They stood still a moment, the laughter never dying, a small hum of a chuckle or an amused crick in somepony’s smile. All three of them together just basking in each other’s presence. The air was laden with the scent of drinks. It was fruity in parts, bitter in others, melding to create something sweet and wonderful. Neon knew if he closed his eyes he could still find love in that scent. He could find it in the soursweet, lemony cynicism of Octavia and the fruity, heavy affection of Vinyl which overpowered the oaken, wooden taste of whiskey still on his breath.
Neon felt more than relief now. He felt confidence. There were some leftover nerves, some awkward quirks and kinks still left foreseeable in the night to come, but he had the courage now to face them. He had the courage to deal with what came as it came. It wasn’t a question of if they were right now, it was a question of when Neon was going to take a chance and be more stallion than most.
He squeezed his marefriends’ hooves, and they reciprocated. It felt trite and right all at once and he wouldn’t have given it up for the world. He didn’t want to break the silence.
But with his eyes closed, and his confidence mounting, Neon found himself being more adventurous in thought.
He didn’t want those adventures to remain in his head, though, when they could easily find themselves played out tonight.
So he cleared his throat and opened his eyes halfway, giving his mares a little smile.
“I guess we’re heading up, then.”
Vinyl sighed. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Third Movement: Troublemaking
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.
Fourth Movement: First Crescendo
“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.”
Fifth Movement: Second Crescendo
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.
It was a long time before any of them spoke again.
“Wow,” Neon huffed.
Vinyl giggled and hit his chest.
“Now… T-That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Neon chuckled, licking his lips clean, smacking them as if he had drank a fine pint.
“Whew… Well… now I’m not so hard.”
Vinyl snorted, her face scrunching up as she held in her laughter. Octavia, for her part, wasn’t as tickled, covering her face with a hoof and shaking her head. Her hoof ran down her face, and she rolled her eyes. He grinned at her sheepishly, and she shook her head, nuzzling him under the chin affectionately, giving his neck a gentle kiss.
It was quiet for a moment. Neon’s heart was swollen from the affection he felt then.
Octavia slowly got to her hooves, limping off of the bed and opening the nightstand, pulling out three thick rolls of paper. She held them out to her compatriots with a gentle smile and a wink. Vinyl took one eagerly, stuffing it in between her lips like a little colt who had found one of his father’s cigars. Neon raised his hoof, hesitated a bit, but shrugged, leaning over and grabbing one in his teeth.
Octavia chortled. “Guys, you don’t eat them. At least, not when they’re rolled up like that.”
“Want me to light us up?” Vinyl said.
“Nah, let the big boy handle it.”
Neon chuckled. Light filled the room as his horn glowed a gentle blue, the tips of the joints smoldering before flashing with flame for a brief moment. All three took a deep breath. Neon felt hazy, light smoke billow into his mouth and down his throat, a little bit into his lungs. They took the joints from their mouths as one, and exhaled, the room given a foggy quality now with the almost opaque, silvery smoke filling the air, the acid smell of Tender High-inducing Care assaulting their overclocked senses.
Octavia started giggling. Vinyl followed, then Neon, laughter infectious when under the influence, growing and growing, more and more, until they were all rolling about the bed and each other.
“Holy fuuuuuck,” Neon cackled. “I’m gonna be so fucking sore in the morning…”
“Oh, you’re gonna be sore?!” Vinyl squeaked.
Neon squeezed Vinyl and Octavia in a massive hug, and they reciprocated twicefold. He could feel the air squeeze from his smoked-in lungs, almost see a few wispy clouds leave his mouth, and he let out a content little chuckle.
“So,” he said, taking another drag.
“I would call tonight a major success,” Octavia said, blowing out smoke through her lips from around her joint. “A few speedbumps in the beginning, but I think it all turned out okay.”
Neon sighed. “I’m sorry I doubted you guys.”
Vinyl smiled. And Octavia, for the first time that night, mirrored that smile exactly, with the same intent, the same feelings behind it. He could see every single of iota of love they had in those lips. Love for him, love for each other, love for the world and the circumstances that brought them together. They ran their hooves up Neon’s chest, and pulled themselves up for a small peck underneath his chin, one on either side.
“S’cool,” Vinyl said.
Neon chuckled. “I’d definitely love to do this again.”
“You better do this again, love,” Octavia murmured mock-dangerously. “You’re our coltfriend, and you have to, like, send us flowers and shit now.”
“‘Cept… gardenias,” Vinyl said, scrunching up her nose.
Neon grinned stupidly. “Whaaa?”
“I’m fuckin’ allergic to gardenias.”
“Yeah, bring roses or something,” Octavia tittered.
“Eww, fuck that! I’m your coltfriend, not your prom date.”
“You were my prom date,” Vinyl snickered.
Neon looked at her dully. The whites of her eyes were pink, but they still glowed with piercing magenta and told a thousand tales. He could see the same tales in Octavia’s eyes. Tales of the past he and she and she had hewn together, and the future that they would make as one. Tales exciting and frightening and utterly, shamelessly smutty, sometimes in the same moment, and always separate one way or another. Every friend started a stranger, every lover starts a friend, and every lover went to… wherever lovers went forever and ever.
If Neon had been in any state to truly appreciate that, he would have done something more solemn than titter like a schoolcolt, then laugh uproariously, spreading it to his lovers. And that was okay. That was all that he needed to know. That he was loved, in love, and that alone made him a luckier stallion than thousands of others.
“Shit, I really was your prom date! I remember that shit,” Neon chuckled.
“Yeah!” Vinyl giggled. “You wore that… that white suit!”
“Heeeey, the suit was awesome…”
Vinyl laughed softly. She looked towards Octavia, and the other mare winked at her, kissing her on the cheek. Neon didn’t resist as Vinyl levitated their joints to an ashtray nearby and extinguished them, and laid her head on Neon’s chest in tandem with her marefriend. Neon draped his hooves around them, holding them close, holding them warmly. Somewhere far away, he could hear Trotchovsky playing again.
“Concerto in D. Finale,” he mumbled.
“Shit,” Octavia grumbled. “I forgot to turn that shit off–”
“It’s fine,” Neon said, gripping Octavia tighter. “It’s better when you’re high.”
She smiled and squeezed Neon back, making him titter.
“So…”
“Yeah,” Vinyl giggled.
“Yeah, so, I guess tonight, like, worked out,” Neon said.
Octavia grinned and kissed his cheek, and Vinyl did the same on the other one, both mares sighing and nuzzling into his chest.
“You think it’ll work out… Another night, too? Like, future speaking and shit?” Vinyl said.
Neon chewed on his lip for a moment. Then he grinned.
“I’ve got… A real good feeling about it, yeah.”
“Mmmh, you’re sure real good feeling,” Octavia cooed.
They laughed together, voices melding together, all together, three souls into one. They talked the rest of the night, speech slurred, tittering and giggling, and hour after hour passed without their knowledge or caring, and Neon knew, with a mare on either side and his head in the clouds, and his body caught in a glorious tangle of limbs, that he had found a home or two for his heart to rest at last.
Author's Note
Thanks for reading, and tune in next time.
His mind had been running a mile a minute since the phone call.
Neon tripped on a stray brick, hooves stumbling over themselves before he desperately righted himself. What muscles didn’t feel too tight felt far too loose, turning him into a quivering mess of pony.
And still, he pressed on.
The idea of what he was asked to do mere days ago just felt off, it really did. Maybe this was some kind of joke, a prank of sorts, an invitation into a good old-fashioned bait and switch. Sure, Vinyl and Octavia weren’t the kind to make a colt travel all the way from Ponyville to a far stuffier Canterlot neighborhood for a prank, but in his state of disbelief and shock, Neon was willing to believe anything.
It wasn’t as if he could have said no. He didn’t want to disappoint them. Besides, he could probably work this out so that it was just a bunch of old college friends getting back together and teasing each other the whole evening. A few laughs over drinks. They were still young, after all. Things like drugs and booze and sex and…
Neon shook his head. He didn’t want to think about the last one, considering the call.
“‘I have a proposition to make.’”
Neon echoed those words that had summoned him here to the empty streets of Canterlot, hearing them bounce off of the bricks and echo across the buildings. He took a deep breath through his nostrils, taking in a deep sniff of the scent of rainwater.
“A proposition to make. A proposition to make. And I said I’ll think about it. Neon, you fucking idiot, you couldn’t say no?”
He jumped into a puddle, feeling the water splash up into his hooves and make his muscles go stiff at the cold refreshment from the overbearing summer air.
A lamplight above him flickered in a wet summer breeze. His eyes were drawn to it, and Neon took the opportunity to take off his sunglasses and slip them into the collar of his shirt. His eyelids tightened as the dull brightness of the flame of the lamp above pushed into them, but he forced himself to slowly loosen and open them to look up at the lamp-post. He checked himself over, straightening his posture, catching his breath, trying to stop himself from sweating so hard and to, desperately, relax.
“I couldn’t, no, I couldn’t,” he murmured. “Had to go out. Had to go and meet them. Haven’t seen them in a while.”
The lamp-post didn’t respond.
“Ugh, I’m out here talking to myself in the middle of the street on my way to a friend’s house. I must look like a total tool, huh?”
The lamp remained silent. It made him sigh.
“I just… I don’t know if I can do it. I’m nervous. Stage fright, I guess. Heh, the DJ getting stage fright? Who’da thunk it? And in front of a small audience, too! Just two mares. Two… lesbian mares.”
His gaze focused on the flame. “One of them is my best friend. Or was. I haven’t seen her in a while. I don’t even know if she really wants us to, y’know…”
Neon chuckled and looked at himself in the rippling reflection of the puddle. His mane was a mess, but it was always a mess, and his eyes were wide and frightened, but they’d recover. He looked like he had run away from something. Neon was half tempted to run away from this. He was caught off guard. Completely and utterly unsure. His entire existence wasn’t really going to be defined by this eventual encounter, but it still felt important enough to worry about. In his reflection, the lamp-post pointed towards the cloud-darkened sky and kept silent, waiting for him to speak.
“I guess I just don’t want to be... used.”
His mouth moved slowly, his words cautious, his tone wavering. He was off in the middle of the night to the house of a few old friends, but what he was being asked to do… He didn’t want to be used, no, not at all. Not even by old friends, who time had made strangers. That was what he was afraid of. Strangers. Afraid of how they would react, the rumors they could spread, the loss of a once-valuable friendship. He feared them because they represented the unknown, and that made every potential mistake all the more costly.
He stomped his hoof and splashed cold water against his legs, biting his lip.
“Fuck it,” he muttered. “Fuck it, I’m going.”
So he went.
First Movement: Conversations
And soon he arrived at their house. He stayed still for a moment with a hoof on the gate, looking up at the house, his mind two too many steps ahead of him. He could still turn back. He could still go away.
But maybe it was worth checking out.
It was a small comfort, but it was enough to give him the strength to unclick the gate, and walk across the well-trimmed lawn up to the patio. A light fog of mists played about his hooves as they clacked against the path. He put his hoof against the door and took a deep breath, trying to calm his screaming instincts, his heart beating in his ears. This was it. Go time.
He knocked.
A few minutes later, the door opened a crack. Half a face appeared, peering out meekly, eyes hidden by a pair of opaque purple sunglasses. Neon smiled. The figure behind the glasses stiffened, the eyes behind them widened, and before Neon knew it, the door had flown open and the energy-laden form of Vinyl Scratch wrapped him in a massive hug, squealing with excitement, laughing with him. He felt his anxiety slip away a bit. Vinyl’s excitement and energy was infectious, on stage and off, and as he found himself the subject of much snuggling already, Neon let himself forget a bit.
“Neeeoooon! Holy shiiit, dude! It’s been like forever since we talked!”
“What, that phone conversation a few days ago wasn’t anything?”
Vinyl pushed back from the hug a bit, looking into Neon’s eyes, as he reciprocated. There was something about Vinyl that seemed to be innocent, despite whatever came out of her mouth or whatever music she played. They were soft features, her sunglasses down on her nose to show her eyes, wide with life. They spoke of a bit of childlike wonder combined with adult interests, sparkled with barely used rationality and heavily worn creativity. Vinyl had a face that made a pony smile, a face that guaranteed a good time.
“I meant in person, silly!”
Neon laughed, she laughed, she pulled him back into her embrace, and his hooves fell over her shoulders, lingering there for maybe a bit too long, not that it mattered to him. Vinyl’s body was soft, warm and accommodating. Neon opened his eyes ever so slightly, looking past her back, silently taking in every aspect of her. She looked as soft as she felt. From her thick, almost colt-like barrel to her pillowy flank, Vinyl had the look and feel of a mare who had foals, or would have foals. There was a mother in her wary voice. In her subtle, soft movements and her sudden, twitching ones. In the shaky little breaths she took as his grip loosened.
“I missed you a ton,” she whispered.
“Missed you too, Ol’ Mama Vinyl.”
“Shut up,” Vinyl giggled, pulling off of Neon and giving him a punch in the foreleg. “I’m only like a year older than you!”
“Older is older.”
They laughed, and all of a sudden he had forgotten why exactly he was here for a moment. Vinyl pulling Neon back into another hug didn’t help out. She was just so affectionate, just standing there, holding him close. It was incredible how a mare could show a guest so much love even before letting him in the door.
“Vinyl?”
Vinyl looked back at the figure in the living room, and Neon followed suit. Only the top of the other mare’s head was visible, but Neon felt a chill down his spine at the sound of her voice. Her tone was soft and warm, but laden with reprimand, and Neon felt power behind every word that wavered through the air. And she did it without a bit of effort.
“Yes, Tavi?”
Vinyl’s voice was many times louder. A bit odd that she needed to strain herself to be heard, and Octavia could whisper and it was like she was right next to his ear.
“Would you let poor Neon inside before you asphyxiate him?”
There was a crack in Octavia’s voice, the tone chiding, as if she was talking to children. The fact that she could put that smile into it made him feel a little bit smaller.
Neon Lights reluctantly broke Vinyl’s tight hug, noting the heavy blush on her face and feeling one on his own, and approached the couch and the drowsy mare lounging upon it.
Octavia Philharmonica la Mezzo Forte seemed so different out of concert. A baggy beanie was perched upon her head like a crown, giving her an almost hooded appearance that drew Neon to her eyes. Vinyl’s magenta irises were complimented nicely by Octavia’s regal and commanding violet ones. Even with the whites tinged with the slightest hue of pink, they still demanded the attention of anyone who dared to look into them. Thankfully, this commanding tone was softened by the reserved friendliness behind the eyes. It was softened in the relaxed, if inebriation-induced, slack of her face, in the wry smile that she shot her guests whenever it seemed necessary not to give a single–
“Hey, Neon,” she mumbled.
Neon swallowed.
“Hey.”
She smirked.
“Come over here and sit down,” Octavia said, patting the cushion next to hers.
Neon obeyed, solemnly bowing his head towards her and slowly taking his seat, as if unsure or unworthy. She was beautiful, but in a sophisticated way.
Where Vinyl was generously proportioned, childish almost in a way, Octavia had a sleek, streamlined look to her body. Thin waist gave into thin hips which gave into a tasteful flank. It wasn’t large enough to be the centerpiece of her body, but enough to complement the rest of her form.
“I’m on around my third bowl of these,” Octavia chuckled, gesturing with a limp hoof towards a bowl of cheese puffs on the table. “Even the weak shit makes me hungry.”
Her voice was small, quiet, but held such crisp diction and precise word use that it made Neon feel almost underdressed. Yet the playful tone underneath it, the small giggle fits she repressed, the dulled look in her eyes all gave Neon means to relax.
Octavia was on-and-off with marijuana, and the only difference in her behavior when high was couch potatoism.
The cushion was still warm from somepony else laying upon it, likely Vinyl. Octavia took a hoofful of cheese puffs from the bowl, stuffing a healthy amount of them into her mouth and chewing slowly. Vinyl looked into the bowl, then raised an eyebrow at Octavia, and the latter mare tittered like a schoolfilly.
“Lemme go and refill that,” Vinyl said, trotting off to the kitchen, flashing Neon and Octavia a sly wink. He swallowed, and took a contemplative breath through his nose, blue eyes flitting to Octavia’s, who looked at him with unusual intensity.
Neon smiled nervously. Octavia’s eyes twinkled with delight.
“I’m not gonna make you smoke if you don’t want to.”
Neon’s eyes widened. “No! No, I mean, it’s cool. A lot of the shows I play get clouds of weed in the rafters and stuff. People like that shit. It’s cool.”
Octavia giggled, then cackled, then tried to swallow down her laughter and spluttered. “You don’t have to like it, Neon,” she said. “You really don’t. You not liking it would be the best thing I’ve heard about the habit besides Vinyl’s full and complete support of it.”
Neon’s shaky smile returned. “Thanks, but I really don’t have a problem with it.”
“Cool.”
He leaned back his head and closed his eyes, pushing his lips together, then pulling them apart, licking his teeth, trying to find words stuck in them. His ears perked up at the sound of music. Trotchovsky. Playing from the speakers on the other end of the room.
“What’s on your mind?” Octavia sighed, putting a hoof on his knee. He jumped, and she pulled it back, giggling in her mouth.
“Nothing!” Neon said, a bit too loudly. “Nothing at all. Trotchovsky, I guess.”
“Ah, so you recognised the composer,” Octavia hummed, raising an eyebrow.
Neon blushed. “Masters in Music and Composition, Tavi. It’s part of the whole music theory stuff they make you do.”
Octavia’s lips curled into a sly smile.
“Wait a minute, wait a minute.”
“What?”
“You have a Masters in Music and Composition, and you’re a DJ?”
Neon looked away. Octavia’s dulled eyes seemed to falter a bit, letting a bit of sympathy shift in.
“I dropped out to do DJ stuff. I liked it better.”
The wry grin grew. “I don’t blame you. Vinyl has a lot of fun with it.”
“Yeah…”
There was a brief silence between them. Octavia munched on cheese puffs while Neon tried to count the floorboards, the squealing violins threatening to push his brain out to let Octavia pick it apart. He couldn’t stand it. He got the feeling that she knew everything he was thinking in that moment, and was able to process it, even in her current state. It made Neon shudder to wonder how well she read people when she was sober.
“Do you recognize the movement?”
Neon shook his head.
“Violin Concert in D. Andante. One of my favorites.”
“Ah.”
Octavia giggled. “They do say a lot of music gets better when you’re high. As a lover of both music and weed, I can safely say that yes, some music is only tolerable when high as a kite. Example– Vinyl Scratch’s latest album.”
Vinyl gave a frustrated squeak from the kitchen, and Octavia broke in a laughing fit. Her laughter was uncharacteristic of the rest of her composure. It was loud. Boisterous, even. A wheezing, time-taking thing. But it was the sort of laugh that inspired others to laugh along. Neon gave a shaky chuckle alongside her. But the smile on his face barely held up, his eyes glancing about nervously as Octavia recovered, clearing her throat. Vinyl trotted in front of the couch, her nose scrunched up, sending Octavia into another fit of giggles as she raised the bag of cheese puffs in her magic and prepared to throw.
“I was kidding, Vinyl! Truthfully, I was!”
Vinyl huffed, flopping on the couch next to Octavia and pulling open the bag, leaning into her stoned marefriend.
“You’re lucky I’m such a doormat or you’d totally be getting it,” Vinyl mock-growled.
Octavia responded by nipping the tip of one of her ears, and Vinyl squeaked, pushing away and giggling.
“No!”
“Yes,” Octavia purred, licking her lips.
“No! They’re sensitive!”
“Good, that’s why I’m nipping them,” Octavia cackled, leaning in for another bite, Vinyl squeaking and laughing.
“No! Heehee! No, stop!”
Neon cleared his throat. Four eyes looked towards him in two shades of purple, and two smiles fell for a brief moment. Neon suddenly felt as if he had done something wrong. But he had their attention now. He could tell them how he felt about the whole thing. He needed to keep the friendship intact. This was the best way to go, the only way to go...
But it wouldn’t be right for him to spit on their hospitality.
He swallowed. That lump in his throat was getting annoying. “Sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry,” Vinyl said sheepishly. “Kinda left you out there.”
“No! It’s fine,” Neon shouted, pushing his back into the seat. His ears heated up as blood shot to them and made them stand up on end. “No, no, it’s totally okay! I…”
Octavia giggled feverishly. “Neon, are you all right?”
They needed to know. It was only right to tell them. Neon cleared his throat and prepared for the complete and utter annihilation of their friendship. The blast doors shut around his larynx and closed securely around his lips, but a single word slipped out, a lifeboat phrase making its way through, into the vast open seas of lives forever unbound.
“No.”
Both of the faces Neon addressed fell, delight and happiness muddied by concern. Iit was these looks that brought shame, hot and powerful. His blood-filled ears now deflated and drooped back as he pawed at the space in between his rear legs aimlessly.
“I just… I don’t feel right about this. Like, at all.”
Octavia rolled off her marefriend, sitting next to Neon and beckoning for Vinyl to join them, a comforting hoof placed on his shoulder. She leaned in to nuzzle him under his chin, but Neon stiffened. She frowned, pulling back, then let the faint trace of a smirk play along her thin lips.
“What about it bothers you?” she breathed, her voice, as inebriated yet collected as it was, still able to convey concern.
“It just… I dunno,” Neon sighed. “I mean, I haven’t seen either of you for years. I don’t know what’s changed or anything. I don’t know what I mean to you guys. It’s a bit much to– well, to…”
“Menage a trois?”
Neon and Vinyl both blushed heavily, and Octavia chuckled into her mouth.
“Yeah,” he squeaked. “Yeah, that’s exactly it. I mean, if you like let me know that was what you were thinkin’ after a few lunches or dinners or something, I guess I’d feel a little less weird about it, but I mean, I just… We lost track of each other all this time and it’s like, it’s like…”
He put his face into his hooves. Vinyl wrapped a foreleg around his shoulders and put her head against him.
“It’s okay,” she murmured, her voice shaky. “You can say it.”
Neon’s expression turned to stone.
“It’s like I’m just a… a whore to you guys.”
“Oh, Neon,” Vinyl said softly, covering her mouth with a hoof, eyes wide and tearful.
He couldn’t stand to even glance at her, keeping his eyes pinned to the floor. He didn’t want to see how much a simple denial had hurt her. His eyes instead went to Octavia.
She had a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she leaned into him, giggling in her throat, face screwed up as if barely holding back her laughter. Vinyl glared at her, eyes tearful, flashing of indignity.
“Tavi!”
She bit her lip to try and hold in her laughter. “What? I mean, that’s what he’s been worried about?!”
“This is serious, Tavi! try to think through the brain cells you’ve been killing for the past half-hour!”
“I am!” Octavia sniggered. “I… Have been! I… baaahahaha! Neeon!”
Vinyl crossed her hooves and glared at her marefriend. Neon Lights tried to move out of her warm, smoke-scented grasp, but to no avail. She had a surprisingly tight grip around his shoulders, and tried as he might, she wasn’t about to let him go. She put her mouth against his ear, not kissing or sucking, but just keeping it there. Her body shuddered, partially out of the strain of keeping its weakened muscles from letting Neon go, and partially from the slowly dying laughter that rocked through her lungs. Neon felt the heaviest shame on his shoulders. Octavia’s easy laughter felt like a punch to the gut, and all he could do was sit and stay, beaten into obedience.
“Neon, friend,” Octavia hummed. “My good stallion.”
“What?” he muttered, his voice darkly patient.
“Neon,” she said again. “Neon, Neon, Neon. How long have you known us?”
“Vinyl since forever. You since college.”
“Right. Essentially, a long-ass time,” Octavia said with a smirk.
“Essentially,” he sighed.
“If we wanted a whore, we would have called a whore. We want you.”
“But why?!” Neon cried, flailing a hoof under Octavia’s iron grip. “Why me? We haven’t seen each other in years!”
“So?”
“So,” Neon grunted. “What if I called you up after not seeing you in forever and told you I wanted you to come over for a quick fuck?!”
“I would have to talk to Vinyl about it,” Octavia said, the smirk on her face widening, her cheeks betraying a hint of pink.
Two pairs of eyes traveled to the mare on Neon’s opposite side. Vinyl had watched the back-and-forth banter with a somewhat disapproving look, particularly aimed at her marefriend. Her brow was furrowed, her eyes narrowed ever so slightly, and her ears drooped a little bit and twitched every once in a while. Her face relaxed slightly as the stares sunk in, but she still regarded her marefriend with the slightest touch of a stinkeye.
“What?”
“Vinyl, if Neon called and asked for a quick fuck, what would you say?”
In seconds, Vinyl’s composure changed completely, her eyes widening and her face turning bright red, her ears standing on end.
“Oh.”
“You’d say ‘oh’? Wasn’t tonight’s planned… Stuff and things your idea?”
Now it was Neon’s turn to widen his eyes.
“It was her idea?!”
Vinyl giggled nervously. “Yep.”
“The way Tavi’s been carrying on, you’d figure she came up with it!”
Octavia finally pulled back the hug, and Neon heaved the largest breath he had taken in a long time. She was smiling, softly now, sincerely, and as Neon looked over her face he could see the pink receding from her eyes. She was sobering up. Octavia seemed past the point of caring, letting it fade away, putting a hoof on Neon’s shoulder, her eyes sparkling with honesty and compassion.
“If it makes Vinyl happy, it makes me happy,” she said. “And if I’m stoned and it makes Vinyl happy, it makes me really happy.”
Happy.
Neon leaned back. Two faces, two pairs of eyes; one trying to cover her embarrassed grin, the other with a knowing, honest smile. These were two mares he thought he knew, and now he wasn’t sure what to think about either of them. His mouth went dry and he could feel his lips cracking, the skin on them peeling off like the layers of an onion. He licked, trying to feed them moisture, but they still felt raw.
“Why, Vinyl?” he croaked.
She swallowed, hesitating. Octavia gave a nod, and Vinyl closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
“Because I can trust you.”
Neon blinked.
“Th-That’s it?”
Vinyl nodded. Neon put his head in his hooves.
“That’s it...” he muttered.
“Yeah.”
“And there’s nopony else you could have asked?”
Vinyl tapped her hooves together. “There wasn’t anypony else I wanted to ask, Neon. I mean, we’ve known each other since like forever. This is really important to me. Like, vitally important. A whore’s a whore, Neon. They’ve got, like, rules and obligations. They treat you all nice, but it’s all artificial. It’s not genuine. It’s not you.”
“What do you mean?”
“Neon, I don’t want this to be a one-time thing,” Vinyl said, picking up his hoof. “Neon…”
“We were thinking you could be a part of this,” Octavia giggled, picking up his other one. “A coltfriend for two.”
Neon’s spinning head spun harder, and he closed his eyes, thinking.
Vinyl was beautiful, doubtless, and so was Octavia, but it was off-putting to be asked to become a part of this, to butt into that perfect love and be somepony to them. More than a friend, somepony they could depend on. They had a nice house, a lovely, secure relationship, two high-end jobs, and they wanted somepony to share it with.
“I…”
He squeezed his shut eyes, frowning in thought. Two warm bodies pressed up against his own. He stopped breathing for a moment to listen to their panting. In, out, light, waiting on his word. Waiting on him to make a decision. The pressure mounted in his temples, and Neon shut down his mind to experience the world around him. Warm bodies, the smells that surrounded him of weed barely masked by Febreezies and cheese puffs. Of Vinyl’s shampoo. Kid’s shampoo, that’s what she used, P’oreal, Wild Wave Berry. Sweet, pungent, driving into his senses, soothing them, the end of the Trotchovsky air playing in the background. One last, shrill note on the violin, before breaking down, slowing down a moment in time.
That moment of time was a brief instance of clarity; A moment where futures were weighed in milliseconds, chosen in billiseconds, and answered in trilliseconds.
Neon cleared his throat. His eyes were still shut, but he knew that two magenta pairs of them were trained on him expectantly. There was the factor of it not working out. That he could lose everything he had with Vinyl and Octavia, wash away a perfect pair of treasured friendships and snuff out the flame that he had tenderly kept for years. This threatened all of them, all of their thoughts and feelings, and of what they knew.
He was here, not even having to open his eyes to know what they were thinking. They had to have thought about this. It wasn’t Vinyl who wanted him involved or Octavia who wanted him involved. He felt no envy in their words. They both wanted him.
If they could do it...
“I mean…”
Their breathing stopped.
“You mean?” Octavia cooed.
“I mean… This is heavy shit.”
Their ears drooped, and both let out a sigh akin to a child who hadn’t gotten a valentine on Hearts and Hooves Day. A frog rose in his throat, and Neon couldn’t help but smile at unintentionally leading them on. He cleared away the invading amphibian and looked them in their puppy-dog eyes.
“But I mean, if you guys think it can work, I can give it a shot.”
There was a small, stiff silence, and Neon felt like a lone ant in a sandbox. Their breathing began again, Octavia’s slow, relieved, and Vinyl’s starting out so, then immediately speeding up. He glanced down at the mare to his left, raising a concerned eyebrow.
“Vinyl?”
She was sweating with excitement, eyes wide, lips quivering, her entire body a shaking form of repressed emotion. She grabbed his hoof tighter, making Neon wince at the intensity of her quivering grip. Her eyes were loving and lustful all the same as her legs started kicking out. Neon’s ears perked up as he heard a little noise coming from her throat, a hum that seemed to resonate through her body, and he leaned in.
“Vinyl?”
She let out an eep.
“Do you really mean it?”
Her eyes sparkled with a million things. Wanting, hope, happiness. Neon’s heart sung at the sight of it. Her voice was wavering, caught in her throat and raspy. Neon coughed into his hoof, leaning back again.
“I mean, I was thinking about it on the way here, and I was worried,” he murmured. “But now I think… Maybe it could work. Just maybe. At least it’s worth it giving it a shot.”
“You’ll do it?”
Neon nodded.
Vinyl squealed like a little filly and tackled him. Neon let out a shout as he fell on top of Octavia, who let out a grunt as the weight of two ponies smushed her into the couch. Happy squeals and giggles left Vinyl’s mouth and drilled into Neon’s ears ad nauseum, spreading the joy in her laughter, causing him to chuckle. Octavia, for the most part, simply shook with amusement and gasped for breath, her hooves pushing up at the two unicorns on top of her.
“Vinyl?” she gasped.
“What?”
Octavia let out another raspy wheeze of protest. Vinyl’s eyes widened in realization and embarrassment as she shot up to a sitting position, blushing furiously and mumbling apologies. Octavia pushed Neon off of her and sat up, gasping for air, giving Vinyl a sly wink.
“I thought you said you were losing weight?” she sniggered.
Vinyl laughed. “Shut up!”
And all three ponies on the couch collapsed into giggles, and Neon felt giddy, happy. The tension from before was nothing more than a wisp, and somehow, this new… arrangement with Octavia and Vinyl seemed plausible, when before it had looked… shallow. Looked like a future to be forgotten about the next day and ruin the rest of their lives. He didn’t have to do this. They wanted him to do this, but at his pace, at his leisure. It was just as much about him as it was about them.
Neon took comfort in that. Any other insecurities he felt faded into the background. He was just glad that this was his decision, or that really, it was a decision he had any voice in at all. The laughter died down, and the trio sat in silence for a moment, enjoying each other’s presence, each other’s company. Like the good old days.
Neon sat back and watched their faces. Vinyl’s eyes sparkled with glee, her face drawn in a helpless, unconscious smile. Octavia’s look was cool, collected, a trademark smirk on her lips. Neon felt that maybe he wasn’t the only one taking a risk, that maybe he wasn’t the only one who didn’t want to impose. Vinyl’s eyes were teary, and Neon surmised that it must have taken so much strength for her to even make her proposition to him during that fated phone call.
Vinyl rested her head on his chest, and Octavia followed suit, making Neon an equine pillow. Neon stroked their manes, feeling soft, fine hairs underneath his hooves, and he let out a satisfied coo.
“So,” he said after a small while.
“So,” Vinyl and Octavia echoed simultaneously. They giggled for a second, then fell back into solemn, listening silence.
Neon coughed. “Night’s still young, girls.”
Octavia looked up at Neon with a daredevil grin.
“Ya still mix drinks, Neon?”
He returned the grin in full. “Ya still a Cosmare girl, Tavi?”
And the night went onwards to the basement, and thus, the bar.
