Life's Left Hook

A moment later, the door bursts open, and the two mares stumble in.

"Good... Evening," Octavia says, clearly worn.

You nod.

"Howdy. How ya holdin' up, Trix?"

"Whargble..."

"I'll take that as 'fucking awful'. So, you two get the bed tonight, huh?"

The grey one nods, trotting over and plopping down on the bed.

"I suppose. Cadance said she'd be leaving tonight. I'm not exactly sure what the deal is, but I'm not complaining. Something about an audience?"

You shrug.

"No idea. But it sounds important."

She lets out a sigh, resting on her back.

"With great power comes great responsibility."

And it was in the hands of a naive teenager trapped in a god's body.

Perfect.

"No kidding. With all the shit she's trying to juggle, I'm impressed."

"As am I. But there's someone else that's been catching my eye lately."

"Oh? And what's that?"

She smiles.

"Well, the doctor was happy to tell me about your little contingencies with Scootaloo this morning."

You smile.

"Oh, god, here we go..."

"I couldn't stop laughing! It was disgusting, it was crude, and it was absolutely uncouth, but it was hilarious! Scootaloo couldn't stop bragging about 'justice', and how the goats couldn't stand up or think straight after they got sprayed, and it was just!"

By this time, you both have giggling uncontrollably at the little details.

And, finally, you both snap, bursting into fits of laughter.

"I wish I could've been there!"

"Heheh... Y-Yeah, so do I."

You smile, and you feel something drop on the bed.

Player 3 has entered the game.

"Oh, hey Trix."

"Mmmmgh..."

You can't help but chuckle at her dismay.

"Stop... Laughing," she protests, bumping you lightly on your shin.

"Heh, whatever you say, Trix," you respond, wrapping an arm around Octavia.

She snuggles up to you, humming.

You turn to her, still smiling.

"So, how was the concert?"

She shrugs lightly, the smile coming off of her face.

"It was... As usual."

You raise an eyebrow, a tad worried at her tone.

"Something wrong?"

She shakes her head.

"Not really. I just can't help but feel a little alone when I'm out there, since none of you showed up. I realize you had your... Stuff to do, and I understand, but usually Trixie or the doctor or someone shows up. It felt a bit meaningless today."

You let out a little sigh through your nose, and nod.

"Yeah, I know. I was planning on taking Scootaloo some time soon, since she's never been to a performance.

Octavia's eyebrows raise, and she looks a bit surprised.

"Oh, really? Well, a request—either bring her tomorrow or the day after the day after tomorrow. I have plans after my recital in Pearis, and it probably isn't a good idea to have small children around."

It was your turn to be surprised.

"Oh? Plans?"

She nods, smiling.

"A... Reunion, of sorts. An old friend happens to be in Pearis the same day I am. We've decided to meet up."

"An old friend? Anyone I know?"

Her smile only grows, as if she knows way more than you do.

"Oh, yes it is," she says, nodding.

You give her a flat look.

"Any hints at all?"

"Well, she's incredibly loud—the second loudest you know."

"Uh-huh."

"She's also the second-best party-goer you know."

"Uh-huh."

"And she's also the single most uncultured person on the planet."

You nod, thinking.

"Okay, so that narrows it down to THREE."

After a beat, you start rattling off answers.

"The mailmare?"

She shakes her head.

"No, it's been years since I've seen this one."

Well fuck.

"Fleetfoot?"

She shakes her head again.

"Nope, she's in the Crystal Empire, remember?"

Damn.

"Rainbow Dash?"

"Nope"

"What? Bass Clef?"

"Nope."

"Jewel?!"

"Nope."

"Oh, come the fuck on—Vinyl Scratch?"

"Bingo!"

Well, that caught you a bit by surprise.

You laugh a little, thinking back to when you last saw Vinyl.

"Hah! No shit?"

She nods.

"Mmmhmm. I haven't seen her since we were roommates in NCU. And, as brash as she is, I can't help but miss her."

"Did you not get along or something?" you ask, curious.

She shakes her head.

"Oh, no, we were great friends. We just had... Erm... Different tastes, and talents. Although her love and understanding for music was far, far above that of many others, she seemed a bit more uncivilized than my typical crowd. But, I can't deny; she was fun to be around."

"Oh, well that's good to hear, but-"

"And, no, we didn't get anywhere," she says, reading your thoughts.

"Aw..."

"But, she's gone down on more stallions than I could count. I just never did anything with her personally. I was too scared, and awfully shy at the time."

Now, this caught a snag in your mind.

"Wait, when did you actually..?"

She cocks a brow, waiting for you to finish.

"Y'know, finally lose your virginity?"

She looks over your shoulder at the blue lump in the fetal position resting behind you.

"She did."

You look at Trixie for a moment, and then turn to Octavia.

"Really?"

She nods.

"When she was doing a show in Canterlot. I managed to catch her after her amazing show, and she said she saw me at the Grand Galloping Gala on stage. ...Well, before it was crashed. But, from then on, we had a discussion. One thing led to another, and, well, we wound up dating in the next week or two."

"And, from there on, one thing led to another, and one night, we booked a hotel room in Canterlot's suburbs, as we planned to attend a musical festival that night. We both had our share of drinks, we had a good time, and then we got home, and, next thing I know, she has her lips on mine, and her hoof between my legs."

"Damn... That sounds—"

"Amazing," she says, finishing your sentence. "It was amazing."

She bites her lip.

You can tell she's thinking about it.

"Y'know something, Octy?"

Time to make your move.

"Y-Yes?"

"It's been a long day, a long, stressful day."

She nods.

"I can agree."

"Now, whadaya say we... Oh, I don't know..."

You pull her close, wrapping your other arm around her waist.

"Relax?"

She lets out a little yelp as your hips touch, and soon, a wanting look comes onto her face.

"I like this idea."

She giggles a bit, and soon, you feel something poke your back.

Hard.

"Trixie, is... Still..."

"Yes, yes, in hell. I'll be glad to help you too, Trixie."

"Trixie doesn't... Need... Help, but... Will certainly... Take it..."

Oh, dear god, you are going to plow that ass like a gravy train when you get the chance.

But, it's probably better to take things slow, first...

You hold Octavia close, your arm wrapped tightly around her midsection.

She giggles a bit, snuggling up against you with a foreleg pressed against your chest.

"So, what do you want to do first?"

She glances at you, and soon, her eyes start to slowly drift down your body, halting at your crotch.

"Well... You did take care of Scootaloo for most of the day. I suppose it's time for me to take care of you?"

Your dick just grew three sizes today.

"Y-Yes, please."

She doesn't hesitate, and as soon as the words are out of your mouth, she's sliding herself downwards.

Octavia grasps at your boxers, and the cold air hits your crotch as their pulled down.

As she positions herself between your legs, you feel someone else make their way up.

Trixie plops down right beside you, her head level to yours.

Her eyes are half lidded, but you're not sure if it's from lust or the hangover.

It's probably both, at this point.

"Come... Give Trixie, a... A-"

You don't let her finish her sentence before you grab her head and pull her into a kiss.

It's not like the other kisses you give; to any other in your group, it would be passionate and expressive.

This?

This was just a sloppy, lip-smacking, tongue-twisting mess you were making.

Your face is burning red, and you can feel something gently prod at your shaft.

It's warm, and soft.

There's no doubt Octavia's about to get started.

You pull back from the kiss for a moment as you feel something warm, smooth, and wet cover your head.

It glides over your tip, and you can't help but let out a groan.

The dazed and confused Trixie opens her eyes to look at you, but closes them again as you return to the kiss.

You drag your lips across hers, and she lets out a low moan as she wraps her forelegs around you.

A moment later, she's snuggled up to you like a teddy bear, and you return the hug.

You feel Octavia's warm lips slowly glide down your shaft, sure not to miss an inch.

Her tongue lathers your length in saliva, and it's so slick and smooth you can already feel a bit of a rush.

You pull back from the kiss, only to gasp for air and dive right back in.

Trixie is happy to return the favor, although it's evident by her slurred motions she's still under the effects of alcohol.

Just the thought of that, oddly enough, eggs you on to push forward.

You reach down with your right hand, gliding it between Trixie's thighs.

She lightly gasps as your hand meets its mark, but she doesn't falter on the northern front.

You aggressively start rubbing her lower lips, and only a moment later, you can feel Trixie moan into your mouth.

Octavia is starting to pick up the pace, her head gliding up and down with ease.

Her warm tongue teases your tip as she raises her head, and then comforts your shaft as she goes back down.

You can feel her gently fondling and massaging your sack as she does this.

She learns fast...

Trixie very suddenly pulls back from the kiss, and looks down at you.

And then, her hind leg comes up and kicks your arm out of the way.

"...You... You need to... More."

With that, she climbs over you, and turns around.

You're on your back, and Trixie's hips are front and center.

If she wants more, you'll give her more.

You plant a firm grip on those round, juicy cheeks, and reach your head up to sniff.

It's nice and ripe, no doubt.

Your anticipation reaches an all time high as Trixie lowers her entire body on top of you.

Her moist nethers rest comfortably on your chin, and you slowly start to dig in, sliding your tongue along her folds.

She lets out an unf, looking over her shoulder at you.

And, then, you feel Octavia stop her work on your shaft for a moment.

After a short, worrysome moment, you're met with a surprise.

You can feel not one, but two warm, slithering tongues caressing your pole.

Dear god, the sensation is heavenly; so warm, moist, and soft...

Although, it's a bit lopsided.

Trixie knows what she's doing, while Octavia is merely a novice.

But you'd be damned if this wasn't the best blowjob you've ever had.

You go right back to lapping up Trixie's juices, eager to egg her on.

One of her legs shivers at the touch, and soon, you can feel Trixie herself begin to tremble from your efforts.

You hold her hips onto your face, massaging and groping her flanks as you do.

She's loving this just as much as you are.

You take a deep breath, and you notice your breath is erratic.

Something is welling up inside of your chest, and you know what it is.

As the twin tongues work away at your shaft, you rest your head back.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as the peak overtakes you.

With a grunt, you let it all out.

Your load spurts straight up, shooting out higher than it ever has before.

It falls back down, landing on Trixie's and Octavia's snouts.

Their faces covered in white batter, they don't stop for a while; they wait until your done, and even then, they keep going, gently and tenderly loving your shaft.

You look over, and you can see the ropes of warm cum resting on their noses, manes, and faces, as well as some on Trixie's horn.

You just rest back, and after a moment, the three of you come to a rest.

You catch your breath, and so do the other two.

"Holy shit," you mutter under your breath.

Trixie and Octavia both share a lustful giggle.

"Well, that was rather short, compared to other times," Octavia notes.

"Well, no shit!"

She giggles again, slinking away from her position.

"Though, I suppose you aren't done?"

Hell no, you aren't done.

You shake your head.

"I'm not done. Not yet. I still have a couple things I need to do. Namely, you two."

"Oh, cut it with the corny sex jokes," Octavia says, shoving Trixie off from on top of you.

She falls over with a plop, and gives Trixie a disgruntled look.

Octavia, however, doesn't care at all.

She quickly gets on top of you and straddles your hips.

You can feel her nethers pressing against your crotch.

Already, she's slowly and subconsciously grinding against you.

You look up, and all you see is a ragged shell where Octavia used to be.

Her eyes are aflame, her mane is unkempt, and as icing on the cake, the white ropes of cum still rest on her face and snout.

"Ready for round two, Anonymous?"

You were about to answer, but it seems like it was a rhetorical question.

Before you even reply, she slides back and forth along your length.

And, finally, she arches her back and slides back, and you jolt as your shaft slides into her.

She grinds back and forth, and your tool swishes around inside of her holy ground.

Although it stings a little, since you only blew your load a moment earlier, you let her keep going.

This was for her.

You lie back, letting her do most of the work.

Your hips help her along with the rhythm as she grinds.

She closes her eyes and lets out a shudder in a moment of absolute bliss, and plants her forehooves on either side of you.

As time passes, she digs in deeper, and her jaw drops.

Trixie, previously a spectator of this tango, decides to take action.

She sits up by your side, and reaches over to grab Octavia's chin.

Before you know it, Octavia's sliding slows down; she's preoccupied with Trixie's lips.

You watch the spectacle as the two start to swap saliva, and consequently, your cum.

A small white blob slides from Trixie's mouth into Octavia's, and she slides it right back.

Soon enough, her pace picks up again, and her hips move faster and more erratic than before.

Octavia and Trixie are wrapped up in a hug, at this point, and their tongues are wrestling yet again.

You can only watch as your shaft hardens at the sight.

Suddenly, Octavia pulls back, closes her eyes, and her chin lowers to her neck.

She starts panting, and her hips almost double in speed.

Your dick is bent at incredible angles, but you let her ride.

It's time.

She lets out one last  moan, and you can feel her walls clamp around your dick as it swishes around inside.

The infamous monsoon Octavia has released before is back, and you can feel her juices puddling on your crotch, your belly, and on the bed between your legs.

After a moment, she groans again, and then her whole body goes limp, landing on top of you.

With one last low moan, Octavia rolls over and falls off of you.

Your dick bounces back up to where it was, finally at rest.

The both of you try to catch your breath, and your chests rise and fall almost in sync.

"...A-Anonymous?"

You turn to Octavia as she speaks, giving her a blank, tired expression.

"Huh?"

"You—You aren't done yet..."

At first, you were confused by this.

And then, you remember.

It's two on one.

You look over, and Trixie has re-positioned herself.

Her hind legs are on the floor, but her body rests on the bed, her front legs curled up beneath her chest.

Her face is still covered in your white mess.

But more importantly?

That beautiful booty is perfectly exposed over the edge of the bed.

Somebody blow an air horn, the gravy train's about to roll through town.

You slide off of the bed, stand up, and admire the view for a moment.

"I'm waiting," she say impatiently, wiggling her rump as you stand behind her.

"We have all night, Trixie."

"That doesn't mean you should waste any time!" she says, incredibly whiney.

Heheh, Trixie's going to learn a lesson.

Be careful what you wish for.

"If you say so!"

Your hands collide with her rear, and she lets out a yelp as you dig your fingers in.

Your grip is tighter than it was earlier, no doubt.

That ass is going nowhere you don't want it to.

You position yourself, shoving her tail out of the way and your dick into the way.

Trixie looks back at you for a moment, worried.

That must be your cue.

Wasting absolutely no time, you brace yourself, and you dive right in to those warm walls.

Your hips collide with a resounding smack, and her ass jiggles like a bowl of jello.

She gasps, and as her jaw hits the mattress, you slide back out.

"AnonymoooOOOH!" she yelps, just as you jam yourself right back into her cozy cave.

It takes the breath out of her lungs, and she arches her back before she can even finish your name.

You get right to business, pushing back and forth with all of the might you can muster.

Trixie's entire body, as well as the bed itself, move under the might of your hips.

It's just a little too much for the Great and Powerful Trixie to handle, and her head buries itself into the blankets.

With each thrust, you force her deeper into the covers, and yourself deeper into her.

You drive into her as hard as you can, and in doing so, let out a grunt of your own.

It was slick; no doubt your work on her earlier paid off now.

As you grind your length against her walls, you hear some high-pitched squeals coming from Trixie's mouth.

They're muffled by the blanket her face is buried in.

You take your left hand off of her ass, and you get a tight grip on the base of her tail.

With the rhythm of her body and your hips, you yank on her tail, causing her to not only squeak, but to let out a full blown orgasmic scream into the covers.

It's about now your stamina catches up to you.

Your hips, ass, and lower back are starting to get sore.

Your balls are sore from overuse.

And, to top it all off, your chest pains are coming back with a vengeance.

But that's not going to stop you.

Not yet.

You keep going, and for the second time tonight, you can feel it building up inside of you.

The rush helps you along, and your hips keep firing away.

Trixie hasn't stopped making noise for a good while now, and her screams are driving you mad.

As you feel the rush coming on, you reach forward, grab Trixie's fabulous mane, and pull it back.

Her jaw drops again, and her eyes jolt open.

You pull on both her hair and her tail as you reach your finish.

In one last act of masculine gusto, you ram your hips into hers, and unleash your load inside.

"Aaah-h-h-haa..."

After she makes her cute, breathless moans, you let her mane and tail go, and she plops down on the mattress.

You pull out, and as you gasp for air, you fall face-first beside her.

"Trixie's... Done..."

"I'd fucking hope."

With that, you take deep breaths, and you start crawling under the covers.

As you do, you see a familiar cum-covered face on the other side of the bed..

"That was quite the show," Octavia says, smiling as you crawl under the covers next to her..

You wrap your arms around her, bringing her into a warm embrace.

"It sounded like it."

You feel Trixie shuffling around behind you, and before you know it, you're the middle spoon again.

Awwww yes

"Are you ready to go to bed?" she asks, giving you a caring look.

"Yyyyeah. I'm tired, and... Relaxed, now, thanks to you," you say, laughing a little.

"Hmmhmm, good," Octavia hums, giving you a smile in return.

"Good night."

She reaches forward and gives you a quick smooch before closing her eyes and resting her head.

"Night, hun."

"I love you."

"Love you too, sweetheart."

After a beat, she looks over your shoulder.

"Oh, I love you too, Trixie."

Silence.

"...Erm, Trixie?"

After an awkward pause, a very loud bout of snoring assaults your ears.

Well, it didn't take her long to pass the fuck out.

You must have worn her out.

"She loves you too, Octy," you say, trying to stifle your laughter.

"Hmm. I know, I know. Oh well. I guess I'll have to tell her in the morning. Good night."

"Night."

With that, you both rest your heads, close your eyes, and drift to sleep.