The Amazing Sounds of Orgy

“Tavi, are you sure you’re ready for this?”

Vinyl Scratch’s voice was white noise to Octavia. The elegant mare sat quietly on the train’s cushioned seat, the heel of her black, low cut dress shoes anxiously tapping against the hard floor. Vinyl had suggested she dress enticingly, wear an outfit that will get the boys going. Octavia was too proper for something like that, so she settled on thin black pants with a modest blouse covered by a vest. She pushed some strands of hair back behind her ear before gazing out the window, watching as Canterlot disappeared into the distance, the setting sun casting a vast shadow of the princesses’ castle over the landscape.

“Octavia?” Vinyl called once again, pushy enough to snap Octavia out of her trance.

“Huh, did you say my name?” she asked, her smooth accent pleasing to any ear.

“Yup, and the same question, like, twice,” Vinyl said lightheartedly. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

Octavia shuffled in her seat, placing the palms of her hands over her lap, smoothing out the creases in her black pants. She had heard Vinyl this time, but was unsure of how to answer.

“Well, yes and no,” she admitted. “I’ve never done anything like this before and I’m really quite nervous; I don’t know what to expect.”

Her body language was tense and rigid; Vinyl frowned, sighing as she lowered her head and shook it back and forth. She leaned forward, making Octavia look into her dark red eyes, and placed her hand on top of Octavia’s.

“If you don’t want to, we don’t have to go. We can do something else instead and then leave tomorrow morning. We’re going to Manehattan after all; there’s tons to do!” She suggested, hoping her cheerful tone would ease her marefriend.

Octavia thought about it briefly, but decided against it. Vinyl had been talking about this trip for weeks and, though she wouldn’t show it, Octavia knew she’d be disappointed if she backed out at the last second. She knew how happy it would make her if she came along.

“No, no, it’s okay. I’ve never gone to a party like this, so I am excited to see how it all unfolds. It’s the unknown that gets to me though,” Octavia explained, a shiver going down her spine as she wondered about what was awaiting her.

Vinyl sprung up from her seat and sat down next to Octavia, wrapping her arm around her and tenderly rubbing her shoulder, her breast lightly pushing into Octavia’s arm. “Don’t worry, Octy. Everypony there is super nice and super cool. I wouldn’t have asked you to come otherwise!”

Octavia took comfort in that. Vinyl was right; if she knew Octavia wouldn’t enjoy it, then she would’ve never asked for her to come with her the next time there was another party. Octavia was comfortable with Vinyl going to them since she knew she was always safe about those kinds of things. Plus, Vinyl always talked about how much of a stress reliever it was, which was why she wanted Octavia to come, even though it was only causing her even more stress.

“Hey, look at me,” Vinyl whispered softly so the few other ponies in the train car couldn’t hear her, turning Octavia’s head so her lips were inches away from hers. “Everypony is nervous their first time at an orgy. Hell, I still get nervous; it’s natural. Just hold my hand, give me a kiss, and have a good time. You’ll enjoy yourself, you deserve to enjoy yourself,” she planted a warm kiss on Octavia’s lips, watching her face redden and a cute smile appear on her face.

“Thanks, Vinyl,” Octavia smiled.

When the train came to a halt, Vinyl helped Octavia out of her seat, brushing some specks of dust and hair off her clothes, cheekily feeling her ample breasts as she did so. Normally, Octavia would’ve been appalled and chastise Vinyl for her juvenile behavior. Her silence was unsettling.

The sun had set, but the train station was still crowded, which was unsurprising given that they were in Manehattan. Octavia wasn’t the biggest fan of crowds, however. Ponies seemed to be ruder when in large numbers, and it made her uneasy. She preferred a moderately sized group of ponies, one where she felt necessary, but not important. She was about harmony and balance, like a fine orchestral piece. She was bothered by anything loud and disorderly, yet she was attracted to Vinyl. Perhaps she just needed to let herself be more open and experimental.

“How far is the apartment?” She asked Vinyl as they left the station.

“It’s a townhouse and it’s right around the block,” Vinyl pointed down the street. “Love how it’s right by the train station.”

It was a warm, summer night. Octavia was thankful that it was so beautiful out. If only she were going to an outdoor concert; it was a perfect night for one. A gentle breeze would dance between her legs before traveling off, its gentle fingers rubbing against the dainty fabric of her pants. She might as well get comfortable with that feeling now. The thought made her heart race while her legs started to feel weak. She nervously adjusted her bow tie, trying to find something to occupy her mind.

She thought back to one of her earliest live performances: a solo in her middle school orchestra. She was a very talented cellist, but wasn’t a very composed performer when put in the spotlight. During the concert, she was scheduled to perform her first solo.With a group, she could play the most difficult pieces with relative ease since she was a fantastic listener, but she had never been directly under the spotlight. For weeks she looked forward to it, not even able to sleep the night before. When she approached the stage, however, she instantly became nervous by the fact that all eyes were on her, anticipating a terrific performance. Tears began to form in the corners of her eyes, her shaking hand almost letting go of her bow. Now, her brain was telling her to take a deep breath, reminding her that it would be okay like it was that night several years ago.

Octavia shuffled closer to Vinyl as they approached the apartment, her presence making her feel safe and comforted while she glanced at the tips of the skyscrapers, marveling at their height and architecture.

“We’re here!” Vinyl exclaimed with excitement. “Ready?” She asked, quickly turning around to face Octavia with exuberance-filled eyes.

Octavia gulped, trying to conquer that last mountain of nerves. “I’m ready.”

She wasn’t lying to herself either. She was ready. Octavia was still nervous, of course, but she wasn’t going to turn around now.

The past several weeks had been taking a toll on her. There was new music to write, half a dozen practices for a dozen different orchestras a week, but only 24 hours in a day. Every day was on such a tight schedule that it started making her sick. When Vinyl brought up the orgy, it sounded new, exciting, and a way for her to not be so on edge.

Vinyl knocked on the door impatiently. Octavia was expecting the door to open to a room full of ponies already going at it; she was half-hoping that to be case.

“There’s a familiar face!” the stallion who opened the door said happily. He was taller than Vinyl, about the same height as Octavia. He had a white mane and navy blue coat. He wore a gray, buttoned up shirt, with the button closest to his neck being undone. His smile was sincere and there was a twinkle in his eye. He had a welcoming voice; probably why he ended up with door-duty.

“And a new one as well!” his cheery voice said, his eyes drifting towards Octavia, briefly sharing eye contact before she averted her eyes. “Always nice to have a newcomer amongst us, especially when she’s as beautiful as this mare.”

Octavia blushed, pushing her hair back behind her ear. It was a flattering compliment and she was sure she would hear several more before the night was over. The stallion stepped aside to allow them in. Octavia heard Vinyl giggle as he tapped on her butt lightly. Actions like that would definitely take some getting used to.

To Octavia’s surprise, it was rather calm inside. She was expecting full blown madness. Instead, she was wondering if they ended up at some rich cocktail hour. There were four other stallions and two other mares scattered about the wide apartment. One couple was having a few drinks by a table with some other refreshments on it; Octavia was shocked to see a small bowl with condoms inside of it sitting next to various bottles of lube at one end of the table. Two of the stallions were sitting making conversation with the other mare on a white couch. Octavia was thankful that everything seemed so casual so far. She didn’t want to be walking into an orgy already in full swing.

“Everyone’s just talking,” she murmured to Vinyl, “How does this thing get started?”

“Usually we start off just by talking for a bit. It’s good to get to know each other’s personalities since we don’t give out our names; not everypony’s comfortable when names are involved, don’t ask me why. Sometimes there’s exceptions though, which I’ll probably elaborate more on in a few minutes. Shit usually gets started once someone decides to make the first move. Some kissing, some groping, and then it really starts going. Until then, mingle a bit, have a drink! The real fun will get started soon enough,” Vinyl explained as she walked over to the refreshments table.

Octavia wanted to socialize, but she was still rather scared and nervous. She didn’t want to make things awkward for others by approaching them with nothing to say. She was also worried that she’d let her name slip and possibly make things weird for someone. It was best if she stuck close to Vinyl since she knew what she was doing.

“I knew you’d be here!” said a stallion’s voice. Octavia and Vinyl turned to face him as he came walking towards them.

“Gibson!” Vinyl exclaimed before wrapping her arms tightly around his burnt orange coat. “I’m glad you’re here. How the hell have you been, man?”

“Been good!” Gibson replied as he drank from a water bottle, “Been working on some new stuff. Hopefully we’ll start work on the album in a few weeks.”

“That’s awesome! Hey, I wanna introduce you to somepony,” Vinyl practically shoved Octavia into her friend, who was about an inch or two taller than her. “Is it okay if I use your name, he’s an old friend.”

“I don’t mind,” said Octavia.

“Octavia, this is Gibson, we go way, way back. He was actually the one to drag me to one of these in the first place!” She said, happily putting all blame on Gibson with a smug grin.

He straightened out the bangs of his auburn mane before extending his hand to Octavia’s. “It’s nice to meet you, Octavia. Vinyl’s told me plenty about you. Sounds like you’re pretty good in bed.”

Octavia’s face immediately went red, making Gibson and Vinyl erupt into laughter. She felt humiliated for a second; she’d never had a stallion be so straightforward like that with her before. However, she decided to treat it as step 1 in getting out of her comfort zone

“Oh, well, then I’m sure Vinyl has told you all about…uh…the little snorts she’ll make when she’s getting all moany,” Octavia replied, her smile growing as she looked at her marefriend.

“Fuck you!” Vinyl laughed, jokingly giving Octavia a light push.

Octavia felt her heart start to calm down. The room had a laid back feel to it; the mood more fitting for just a party rather than something much more extreme. There were some scented candles spread around the room, producing a flowery scent that spread about the apartment that was probably meant to soothe the nerves. She watched other ponies have conversations and wanted to join them, but her feet kept her rooted next to Vinyl.

“So,” Octavia began, “how did you meet Vinyl?”

“We used to be in a band together. I played guitar while Vinyl made the beats and played the bass. This was probably, like, seven years ago. We were both pretty young, but we loved making music,” Gibson looked at Vinyl reminiscently, the two sharing the same flashback.

“We were called The Mechanics,” Vinyl added. “We both liked the name and it sounded catchy.”

“We played in Manehattan mostly; think we got a gig or two in Fillydelphia as well. We only lasted for about a year though.”

“Why’s that?” Octavia asked, intrigued to hear more about him and Vinyl’s past.

Vinyl shrugged. “We each wanted to do our own thing. I wanted to focus more on DJing while Gibson wanted to do some post-rock type stuff.”

“I think you’ve mentioned The Mechanics to me before, though I wasn’t entirely sure,” Octavia said to Vinyl. “What do you do now, Gibson?”

“I’m in a new band now: Capitol City. We play a lot of different stuff, but I guess you could just label us alternative. We released an EP a few months back; I could get you a copy if you wanted,” Gibson suggested happily.

“That sounds lovely!” Octavia replied, lightly clapping her hands together. “I’d really love to hear it.”

“Hey, you’ve never given me a copy either, and after all I’ve done for you!” Vinyl joked in an overdramatic tone.

Gibson laughed. “Please, you’d tear that shit apart and sell twice as many copies after you’ve remixed it!”

“Probably, though I think I’d sell three times as many copies,” Vinyl smirked.

“Octavia,” Gibson directed his attention to the new guest. “What about you? This probably isn’t your first time in Manehattan, is it?”

Octavia shook her head gracefully. “No, no, I’ve been here several times before. It’s almost a second home to me! We always have some sort of concert here. My ensemble actually played at Carneighgie Hall last year!”

Gibson raised his eyebrows. “Carneighgie Hall? Wow, that’s impressive!”

“Thank you,” Octavia said. The comment meant a lot coming from a fellow musician.

“Do you ever come just to enjoy the city or is it always for a performance?” Gibson inquired as he adjusted his posture.

“Most of the time we’re in the city because either Vinyl or myself are performing,” Octavia explained. “Though we do try to fit in some personal time. We toured the Mare of Liberty last time, we even got to up into the crown. Oh my, the view was just so beautiful!”

Gibson turned to Vinyl, piercing her with shocked eyes. “You went into the crown? Aren’t you, like, petrified of heights?”

“Terrified. Completely,” Vinyl confessed. “But Tavi really wanted to do it...and I guess it was kinda cool.”

“Maybe we can go for another visit before we leave tomorrow then!” Octavia proposed playfully.

“God, please no. My hands will start shaking just from thinking about it!” Vinyl wriggled her arms in an exaggerated manner.

The three of them shared a chorus of laughter before Gibson offered some refreshments.

“Are you thirsty or anything? I can get you two a drink if you want,” Gibson pointed back and forth between Vinyl and Octavia.

Octavia scanned his body, almost sizing him up for their inevitable matchup later. His jeans were fashionably wrinkled with a brown leather belt wrapping around the waistband. The sleeves of his white and blue striped shirt were rolled up slightly, exposing a bit of his forearms. Octavia admitted that he had an attractive body, almost feeling guilty when the thoughts of playing with it circled in her mind.

“I’m good,” Vinyl said. “How about you, Octy?”

“A bottle of water would be fine, thank you,” She answered plainly.

“Sure thing! I’ll be right back,” Gibson said before making his way to the kitchen. Octavia’s eyes immediately went towards his butt, her face warming as she watched his tail swish from side to side.

Vinyl smiled affectionately at Octavia, amused to see her marefriend so entranced and out of her normal character. Octavia was usually very conservative and well-mannered even if she did show a different side of her personality when she was with Vinyl. She rarely used profanity and would even scold Vinyl for placing her elbows on the table. The way she carried herself, so adroitly and exquisitely, oozed Canterlot. Whenever they attended parties, Vinyl shot the breeze with absolutely everyone while Octavia’s shyness and demeanor kept her limited to two or three. Vinyl looked on at Octavia happily, appreciative of the fact that her marefriend was with her tonight.

“So, Gibson ain’t that bad of a guy, huh?” Vinyl asked, bumping Octavia with her elbow.

“He is pretty cute,” Octavia giggled, “I like his butt.”

“Every mare does, honey. I can tell he likes you too, which is no surprise since you’re pretty much the awesomest thing ever,” Vinyl complimented before giving Octavia a peck on the cheek.

“I don’t think awesomest is a word, but you’re splendid as well,” Octavia smiled as she kissed her marefriend back.

“Just stick with Gibson until things get started,” Vinyl advised. “He can be pretty direct, but he always starts off gently. Plus, he was staring at your tits, like, the entire time we were chatting, so he’ll probably want to start with you first.”

Octavia blushed and looked down at her breasts, cupping them in her hands while she felt a pang of embarrassment. “Oh, well…I…” She had trouble thinking of what to say now that push was starting to come to shove.

Vinyl leaned in closer, wrapping her arm around Octavia and rubbing her shoulder for comfort. “He’ll probably start making some moves when he comes back, so don’t get too shocked. If you don’t feel ready, just let him know and he’ll immediately back off.”

Octavia thought about Gibson lying her down and undoing her blouse, causing her large breasts to spill out as he traced down her body before spreading her legs open. She pictured him caressing her inner thighs while he could smell the strong scent of her arousal. He’d pull down her black panties with his teeth while rubbing his thumbs into the soft soles of her feet. Leaning his head in, he’d extend his tongue and…

“All right, a bottle of water for the lovely mare!” Gibson’s voice pulled Octavia out of her lusty imagination.

She looked at the water bottle in his hand, watching as the condensation dampened his hand. When her hand touched his, she had to have burned him, her body turning up the heat as her emotions broke through the dam and flooded her body. Nothing had even begun but she was already getting turned on.

“T-thank you,” Octavia bubbled, giving Gibson a playful, seductive smile as she took the bottle from him.

She twisted the cap of the bottle, hurrying to take a gulp to calm her increasing arousal. Octavia couldn’t believe how easily her fantasy had taken control over her. Maybe it was the scenario she was in; an attractive mare surrounded by horny ponies, all ready to get extremely personal with another. It was the esotericism of everything. She was new and everyone else was aware of it. The intrigue was tangible in the air, lingering around for everyone to notice. Octavia could just picture herself being surrounded by every stallion in the room as Vinyl and the other mares watched and cheered her on.

Vinyl was getting a little anxious for things to start between Gibson and Octavia and she had a feeling things wouldn’t if she stuck around with the two.

“Not that this isn’t fun, but I’m gonna chat it up with some other folks here. Gotta scope out some of the meat, if you know what I’m saying,” Vinyl teased with a raised eyebrow.

Octavia let out a small, inaudible gasp as Vinyl began her stride to the other side of the room. She was the only familiar face and now she had no other options but to make conversation with Gibson, unless she wanted to talk with the others in attendance, which she wasn’t too keen on. She tapped her foot restlessly against the floor, twirling her finger around the cap of the water bottle as she tried to think up a new topic for conversation.

“So,” Gibson broke the silence, happily relieving Octavia of any responsibility. “I’m a little surprised Vinyl’s never brought you here before. A body like yours would definitely be the center of attention; it probably will be by the end of the night.”

Vinyl did say he was direct, Octavia thought to herself.

She reminded herself that everyone would behave differently here as Gibson got closer to her. There was a part of her that enjoyed it; she just needed to show it a bit more.

“Why, that’s qu-quite kind of you to say,” She replied, her hands starting to shake.

“I love the way you style your mane,” he complimented her again, running his hands through the brown strands of hair. “It looks great and smells wonderful too,” he breathed in her scent, letting the subtle, cherry blossom aroma swirl around inside his nostrils.

“T-thank you,” Octavia whispered lightly, purring gently as Gibson brushed her mane with his fingers.

“Have you been with a stallion before?” He asked, curious to know more about her sex life.

“Just one,” she answered. “It was a relationship that didn’t last too long; a fellow musician.”

“The performances can be stressful. It’s good to have someone to help relieve it. Vinyl was always an expert at that,” Gibson continued as his hands softly rubbed Octavia’s back.

Octavia pictured Gibson and Vinyl backstage at a club, Vinyl’s mouth full of his thick cock as the music masked Gibson’s moans. The fantasy made her face flush with red.

“She’s…very good in bed,” she admitted, pleasantly shocking herself by revealing such private information, even though he already knew all about her marefriend’s ways.

“You got yourself one sexy mare, Miss Octavia. I’m jealous,” Gibson confessed with a smile.

She hummed lightly, averting her eyes over to another part of the room. Vinyl was scooching in closer to a gray stallion with a black mane, her hands circling his muscular chest. A cream colored mare with long, light brown hair was sharing a few kisses with a yellow stallion as his hands traveled along her body, a light pink mare watching them with pure delight in her emerald eyes.

Her body gave a slight jump when she felt his hands on her wide hips, slowly circling them just above her cutie mark. While it was odd being held in a stranger’s arms like she was, Octavia felt safe somehow. She looked up into Gibson’s deep brown eyes. She accepted his sincere smile with one of her own.

Octavia’s eyes shot down to her hips as Gibson’s hands crept towards the back of her body, fingertips gracing the outermost part of her butt. Vinyl had suggested she dress enticingly, wear an outfit that will get the boys going. For Octavia, that was impossible, so she settled on thin black pants with a modest blouse covered by a vest. The tightness of the pants’ fabric outlined her butt perfectly, which Gibson was now lightly caressing.

“You have a soft, cute ass,” he whispered into her ear.

When Octavia brought her eyes back up to Gibson, he snuck in a kiss, placing it right on her lips. He withheld his tongue at first, but began pushing it through once Octavia allowed him to. He took one hand off her butt, bringing it up to her chest as their tongues swirled, both of them quietly moaning inside each other’s mouths.

In her ears, Octavia could hear the raunchy comments the others were making as the night had started to get underway. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see her marefriend pulling off her shirt in front of the stallion that had greeted them; Octavia was surprised to see that Vinyl hadn’t worn a bra. The gray stallion she was with earlier had begun unbuckling his pants while he watched Vinyl slide her smaller, perky breasts up the stallion’s body.

“She’s already sucking my dick!” Octavia heard one of the boys holler.

“Would you like to watch?” Gibson asked teasingly, quickly turning Octavia around so she could get a full view of the living room.

It was like watching an adult version of a play and Octavia had the front row seat. She could see the light pink mare on her knees, her mouth buried around the yellow stallion’s cock. Her eyes were closed and an expression of pure delight was on her face as her head bobbed back and forth. The cream mare lied on the couch next to her, hand draped across her forehead as a white stallion thrust his fingers into her marehood.

Octavia’s nether regions began to soak her panties with their juices. Behind her, Gibson could smell her arousal, making him smile pleasingly. He slid one hand to the front of her body, walking his fingers up her groin before carefully undoing the button on her pants. With his other free hand, Gibson grabbed at Octavia’s large breasts, causing her to gasp surprisedly.

“You’re one of the sexiest mares I’ve ever seen, Octavia,” he complimented in a whisper, his hand starting to slide into her panties. “A cute, soft ass and big, heavy tits. You’ve been blessed.”

Octavia shuddered as the ecstasy of pleasure plowed through her body. She lowered her eyelids, letting out a deep breath as she watched Gibson’s hand circle around on her breast, switching between the left and the right one rhythmically. Her legs started to shake as his fingers teased her opening, softly sliding against her moist slit, slipping inside only for a second. Gibson’s breathing was starting to become heavier, more feral. He placed a wet kiss on Octavia’s neck, breathing in her attractive scent as he lightly nibbled on her ear, enjoying watching it twitch.

“Oh…G-Gibson…” Octavia murmured beneath her heavy breath.

She placed her hand on top of Gibson’s, joining him as he caressed and squeezed her large chest. His fingers glided over her erect nipples that fought against the fabric of her shirt. Between her legs, Gibson was sliding his fingers in and out of her marehood at a slow, incredibly enjoyable pace. She could hear the quiet squelching of his fingers moving through her wet folds. Her face was hot and she had difficulty standing. Every worry and stressor she had prior to this had started to melt away like an ice sculpture.

When she looked back towards the living room, Octavia could see Vinyl switching between the members of two different stallions, easily handling their impressive length and thickness as she sucked and jerked them off. She was completely naked. Her honey leaked from her marehood, running down her cute thighs and onto the soft carpet beneath her. The two boys reached down and stroke her mane and ears as she looked back up at them with wide, doe-eyes. The mare that was lying on the couch was now having her breasts sucked by the stallion that had finished eating her out, his tongue flicking across her nipples, hands squeezing her sizable breasts. Meanwhile, the yellow stallion had his mare on her knees with her rear facing him, his hands placed on her shapely butt as he rubbed her cheeks, alternating between spanking them and reaching down to stroke his cock.

Octavia shuddered suddenly as Gibson's thrusting fingers hit a sweet spot deep within her pussy. At the same time, she felt him press the bulge of his hardening stallionhood against her.

“Fuck!” Octavia couldn’t hold back. Her moan garnered the attention of Vinyl who looked over her shoulder, her hands still jerking off her two buddies.

Holy shit, she’s actually getting into it! She thought to herself in moderate disbelief.

Against her bottom, Octavia could feel Gibson’s excitement, the bulge that ran down his pants rubbing against her cheeks and tail. Her hand snuck to it. She gave it a light squeeze, making Gibson jump and chuckle.

“Glad to see you’re eager,” he said before giving one of her nipples a light pinch.

Octavia turned around to meet him, taking her hand off of his pants and placing both of them on her blouse. Her mouth was open and she shivered with excitement as she lifted up her shirt, exposing her soft, thin belly to the warm, sweaty apartment air. Her breasts, struggling to be contained by her bra, spilled out as her blouse slipped past them. Lifting up her leg, Octavia rubbed Gibson’s bulge with her knee, watching his eyes light up and mouth fall to the floor. She straightened her hair with a twirl of her head, maneuvering her hands behind her back to unhook her black, lacey bra. Her eyes remained fixated on his as the hook came undone. Octavia simply let the bra fall to the ground, her breasts jiggling as they got their much deserved freedom while she placed her hands on Gibson’s narrow shoulders.

“Holy. Shit,” was all that Gibson could manage to say.

“You look pretty adorable right now,” Octavia muttered, face inches away from Gibson’s, her breath hot and moist against his fur.

She brought her lips to meet his, this time immediately twirling her tongue around is. Octavia lowered her hand to grope Gibson’s crotch, predicting his member to be of impressive size. Her fingers excitedly traced along the outline of the protruding bulge fighting against his clothes. When she retracted her mouth from his, a bridge of saliva continued to connect the two.

Octavia gripped the bottom of Gibson’s shirt, licking her lips as she started pulling it off of him. Though he wasn’t hunky, he did have a fair bit of muscle tone to him that Octavia enjoyed. Pressing her breasts against his bare fur, Octavia rubbed her soft palms against his sides, going from his waist to his armpits, feeling every bit of muscle that she could. Gibson’s breathing was in bursts. Against her hands, she could feel his diaphragm rapidly expand and contract while his heart raced. Hers was slamming against her chest too.

She leaned forward and planted a kiss in the center of his chest, licking it with her tongue. She began kneeling to the ground, her tongue running down his body. Wrapping one arm around his thigh, Octavia tenderly caressed his soft rump, forcing herself not to chuckle as the brushing of his tail tickled the back of her hand. In front of her, Gibson instinctively moved his hips, prodding his bulge against her nose.

“Wow, I never thought I’d actually see you act like this!” Vinyl burst, clapping her hands together as she approached them.

Octavia glanced at her before looking away out of both embarrassment and gratification. Honestly, she was surprised by it too, but was glad that she was allowing herself to let loose. Here she was, in a room full of ponies acting with only one thing on their minds, knelt before a stallion with a rockhard boner that was still begging for care, and a small, damp spot on the carpet between her two smooth legs. All she could smell in the air was sex, the only sound audible to her ears was that of flesh smacking up against flesh as one stallion had begun fucking a mare. Octavia felt like a mare in heat and it satisfied her more than she had realized.

Vinyl knelt beside Octavia, quickly planting a kiss on her cheek before turning to Gibson’s bulge.

“So, Tavi, are you ready for this?”