"Comfy?" I asked.

"Quite," said the voice below me followed by a corroborating yawn

We were seated in the back of what I could only describe as a luxury car. Not exactly a limousine as it wasn't so much stretched as it was spacious. Unlike some other things in this world, it actually seemed to have been made with a huge pony in mind. With a nice reclining bench seat and plenty of leg room, there was no need for close quarters.

So of course Octavia was lying across the seats with her head in my lap.

I'd had some questions when we stepped into the car. Why does this look like it belongs at the Oscars? Why are we getting in the back?

As it turns out, the answer to both of those questions was Octavia's strange influence and wealth. The man in the front was a taciturn chauffeur rather than a valet. And this wasn't even her car. She'd left that one at home.

If nothing else, I knew who to go to if I ever needed a loan.

"Do you perform for the queen or something?"

"Princesses," she corrected. "And only occasionally."

Right. I knew that.

I had more to ask, mostly for the sake of conversation rather than curiosity, but her eyes were shut already. It was for the best. It's not polite to pry into finances, jokingly or otherwise.

I couldn't really complain about her choice of a pillow while I idly ran my fingers through her mane. It seemed ponies, this one especially, enjoyed affectionate contact like this even more than humans. I did have a bit of trouble convincing myself to pet this intelligent and very much thinking creature like a house cat. However, my reservations faded when she purred like one.

The ride went like that for the most part, my gaze shifting from the still dark early morning road to Octavia's peaceful sleeping face. Good on her for being able to clock out like that in a car. That's how I got most of my neck cramps.

Around hour two or three of uninteresting turnpikes and highways, it occurred to me that I didn't tell Octavia my address. Despite apparently living in the same city, I was not necessarily walking distance or even convenient public transportation distance from home. I guess I could get an Uber. Wait, it's not called that here. Was it Hoover? It was probably Hoover.

I certainly could have spoken up and asked our driver where exactly we were headed but that would have run the risk of waking my companion. Plus, for all I knew, Octavia had already somehow found my address.

I laughed at that thought as we entered the familiar streets of Horsesham. Then I stopped laughing when we approached my apartment building.

"Uh, Octavia?" I gently shook her shoulder.

"Hm? Wha?"

She roused herself from her car nap with an understandable lack of grace and blinked out the window.

"Oh goodness. I'm sorry, Anon."

Well, I could forgive a little creepiness.

Octavia pulled herself half way out of her seat toward our driver. "I apologize, Miles. Would you mind making one more stop to bring Anon home?"

Wait what?

She returned to her seat and shot a sheepish smile in my direction. "I wanted to drop you off first. It would be rather strange for me to send you two off without me. Rude, as well."

"Back up a sec," I said. "What's going on?"

"I forgot to ask Miles to drop you off."

"Drop me off where?"

"Er, your home, presumably. Unless you have somewhere else to be?"

What?

"Are- do you-" I had to stop and collect my words. "Where do you think we are right now?"

Maybe she was still in the process of waking up or maybe I was having a stroke, but I felt like we were speaking different languages.

"I live here, Anon," she eventually said after a couple glances outside.

"I live here, Octavia," I said back with my rapier wit.

"You both live here," droned the voice of our driver from the opened trunk as he removed our bags. "Will you be needing anything else?"

That last part was just a formality, I guessed. The guy nearly destroyed his tires tearing out of the driveway as soon as the doors closed behind us.

We took a moment to stare at the entrance. Two sets of doors leading into the plainly decorated lobby. We'd both been using this entrance for as long as we'd both lived here. We likely passed by one another on several occasions, maybe even been on the same elevator once or twice.

"Remember when I said coincidences like this happen more often here?" I asked to break the silence.

Octavia nodded. "I'm beginning to understand. Where's yours?"

"205. You?"

"823. Goodness, I may have even seen you through the window at some point."

I should clarify. The building we apparently shared had a sort of horseshoe shape to it. Even numbers face outward, odds face inward. Though, it's not like there was a nice courtyard out our windows. A mess of plumbing and ventilation from the first floor dominated what would be our scenic view.

"What, you peep on your neighbors often?"

She nudged my shoulder with her elbow. "I enjoy leaning outside for some peace every now and then. She's not entirely inconsiderate, but I wouldn't call my roommate 'quiet' either."

That's right. The roommate. The old best friend slash lover but maybe not entirely committed roommate. Would I have to meet her at some point? Do we have to get along or do I have to compete with her? Or was Octavia serious when she mentioned "someone else"?

Screw it. It was too early for that kind of crap. It's not like I was gonna confront that reality today.

"Say, why don't you drop off your bags and come up for coffee?"

Oh. Never mind.

"Sure," I answered despite my reservations. "I'll just, uh, see you up there in a minute."

We parted ways by the elevators when I opted for the stairwell. Then I instantly wondered if that seemed weird. I had a bag, after all. Why not just ride in the elevator for one floor? Then again, the load was light enough that I could still carry it. Then I panicked because I momentarily forgot the room number I'd heard mere moments ago.

I'm much smoother when I'm drunk, aren't I?

Generally, after any sort of overnight trip, I like to have a day or so at home to just get situated before the routine starts back up, you know? So upon entering my very humble abode and letting my bag fall by the door, a wave of instinctual fatigue washed over me.

No. Stop that. Go be social. You can handle coffee in another apartment in the same building. You'll have plenty of time to do nothing later.

I ventured back to the elevator and hit the little "8" button for what I realized was the first time. As I walked the unfamiliar floor, I found the rooms a lot fewer and farther between. Did my building have penthouses?

Rounding a corner, I found Octavia outside of a door rummaging through her purse.

"I must be faster than I thought," I said, wincing after hearing my voice echo a little louder than I intended through the empty halls.

"My key chain broke," she explained, holding up a broken ring. "And now my key is who-knows-where in my bag."

Ah yes. The woman's pocketbook. I've heard stories of chewing gum and lip balm passing through the event horizon, never to be seen again. It seems that was another transcendent fact of life between our two worlds.

"Isn't your roommate home?"

"She won't be up at this hour. She wouldn't hear me knocking even if she- aha!"

Octavia's hand emerged triumphantly with her key.

"Hallelujah," I droned.

"I apologize if there's a mess. I haven't been home, you know."

"You're talking to a bachelor, Octavia. My bar for 'clean' can't go much lower."

She pushed open the door and, to her credit, the room was mostly clean. And big. While the furnishings and layout resembled mine, that's where the similarities ended. She appeared to have a full kitchen rather than a modest kitchenette. I counted three more doorways within, presumably two bedrooms and a half-bathroom. Her "living room" area was probably about the size of my entire apartment.

Dominating that living room was a piece of furniture I'd never seen before. I'd describe it as the result of a passionate evening between a large sofa and a king size bed. It curved around a comparatively diminutive coffee table leaving only narrow walkways on either side to access the rest of the apartment. A sea of black cushions large enough that someone Octavia's size could stretch out on it completely with room to spare.

I know that because a white pony around Octavia's size was sleeping on the thing.

In nothing but a cropped tank top.

With at least a partial erection.

"Vinyl!"

Octavia stormed into the room ahead of me, her roar sending this "Vinyl" tumbling backwards off the couch in surprise. Her dazed head poked out from the cushions and managed a raspy murmur of confusion before Octavia grabbed her by the collar of her shirt and dragged her through a doorway.

The door shut behind them, leaving me alone in their living room. While I listened to muffled sounds of movement and presumably harsh words, I wondered if I should take a seat on the weird couch-bed. On one hand, I didn't want to look like I was eager to leave. On the other, that girl was just hanging out butt naked on the thing.

Thing.

That girl was like Octavia, I assume. I didn't get the longest look, but that was definitely a dick. Octavia hadn't mentioned that. Maybe this condition wasn't as rare as I was led to believe.

But there was definitely something rare about it. Maybe it was a trick of the light or some kind of underwear I didn't notice, but that thing had the brightest shade of electric blue I'd ever seen.

Without realizing it, I'd taken off my shoes and made myself comfortable on one of the cushions. I guess I couldn't very well pull the prude card if I just devoted a good deal of thought to the look of a stranger's penis.

"I told you we'd be coming back today."

The door opened and Octavia stomped out, one hand on her hip and one on her forehead.

"At, what, four in the morning? I sleep too, ya know."

Following her was the roommate "Vinyl" now clad in some plain athletic shorts. Her voice reminded me of a radio show host for an alternative rock station. You know the type. Not quite feminine and somehow implying a permanent smirk through audio alone.

With the two mares side by side, the first thing I noticed was the height difference. Pretty much all ponies were taller than me and she was no exception. However, Octavia still cleared her head by a comfortable margin.

Probably contributing to that size difference was the horn on her head. This one was a magical unicorn. Logically, I guess it made sense that a magic horse wouldn't need to be huge. In height, that is. I gave into my baser instincts and let my eyes fall to where every guy looks eventually.

Jesus.

If I were to call Octavia's chest "generous", then this girl's was obscene. Like, she probably forgot to wear pants earlier because she couldn't see past those things. That tank top must have been made of spider silk.

Right, back on track. Neck-length mane with a couple shades of blue. Purple eyes. Don't stare at her tits. Don't stare at her tits.

"Why even be naked on the couch to begin with?" Octavia continued. "What if someone was at the door?"

"Anyone that's coming here to see me is probably gonna get an eyeful eventually," Vinyl answered. Then she turned her gaze to me. "Help me out here, dude. I didn't traumatize you, did I?"

"I think I'll live."

Vinyl shot her roommate a victorious grin while Octavia rolled her eyes.

"Well, since first impressions can't get much worse, I might as well introduce you," Octavia said to me, leaning over the couch behind me. "The mare that just flashed you is Vinyl Scratch"

Vinyl took a seat opposite to me and waved. "Sup."

"Vinyl, this is-"

"I know who he is," Vinyl interrupted. "He's the legendary Prince Anon!"

Her words hung in the air, waiting for a punchline.

"I'm the what?" I asked, finding a similarly bewildered expression on Octavia.

"Oh come on. Don't you humans have some kind of myth about a King Arthur or something? How he pulled a sword from a stone and became King?"

Octavia sighed an annoyed sigh. I was beginning to doubt they were actually friends. "Anon, I apologize if she's being racist right now."

"No no," I assured her. "She's fine. There are a couple to that effect. But, uh, that's kind of a weird random thing to know about one culture on my world."

"I watch a lot of documentaries," the unicorn said dismissively. "Anyway, I figured you should at least become a prince if you managed to pull the stick out of Octy's ass for a weekend."

Ah. There it is. I'd give it a four out of ten. The punchline is too long.

"I thought you said nobody could shorten your name," I asked Octavia.

"Not in a way I like. Octy, Tavi, Octo, Big O, T-bone- don't ask about that one."

"I think I can imagine, thanks."

"Hey!" Vinyl protested. "First of all, all my names for you are great. Second, are you both really gonna ignore my joke? I freakin' wrote that one down when I thought of it."

Octavia ignored her and turned back to me. "Cream or sugar?"

"A little cream, thanks."

Octavia sauntered off to the kitchen, leaving me alone with her pouting roommate across the couch. Vinyl, as soon as "Octy's" back was turned, grimaced and started pulling at her waistband.

She noticed my cautious gaze and shook her head. "Too tight," she whispered. "Muscles over there tied me up like a friggin' life boat."

Sure enough, Vinyl put in a noticeable amount of effort before the knot on her pants gave way. Freed from her elastic prison, she let out a sigh and settled into a decidedly unladylike pose on the couch with her arms above the cushions and her legs spread wide.

However, I saw no sign of her other unladylike attribute. I wasn't sure of the size but I was pretty sure a garment that tight wouldn't leave a whole lot to the imagination.

I wasn't disappointed. Honest.

Apparently I wasn't even fooling her with that thought. When I dragged my eyes off her crotch, I found her sporting a very knowing and cheeky smile.

"You look like you lost something," she so astutely observed.

I shook my head, trying to focus on not ogling her for once. "No. Just wondering if I was seeing things."

"Don't worry, you saw right," she said tugging her waistband. "She threw me into some of her enchanted clothes. Guess she doesn't want me to give you a show." Then she gave a knowing smile. "Of course, I can give you a show if you'd like."

And suddenly I was really thirsty for that coffee.

"D-does that hurt?" I stuttered to avoid her provocation. "The enchantment I mean."

"They're not too bad. It's kind of a spacial magic thing so it's not like I'm getting crushed in here. It kind of feels like it's floating." She emphasized her words with a little thrust into the air, looking at what was presumably where her member would be.

I knew she was doing it on purpose. It was still working though.

"Did you make them?" I asked hoping I could change the subject.

Vinyl snorted. "You gotta be a real brainiac to do that kind of stuff. Or practice for, like, years. I didn't study that kind of magic in school but I know a couple little tricks. Check this out."

She leaned forward and stared at me, pointing at her eyes. "Look into my eyes," she droned in an awful Dracula impression.

I did so without thinking and briefly thought about how there might be actual vampires in this world. I should be more careful with magical crap.

"So am I supposed to see swirls or-"

As I prepared my snide remark, the unicorn's purple irises flashed a deep crimson red for an instant.

Vinyl smiled proudly at my slight wince, reaching for her eyes and pulling off a pair of contact lenses. "Pretty neat, huh? Now imagine you're watching me in a concert and that happens. It'd probably fuck with you a little, right?"

While she explained her little color change trick, her horn glowed the natural purple color of her eyes. The contacts followed suit and floated out of her hands and off to the bedroom behind her, presumably into some storage solution. All the while, I heard a sound I can only describe as "sparkly".

"I guess 'neat' is a good word for it," I mumbled to the actual magician in front of me. It struck me as pretty dumb that changing your eye color was a cool trick while long distance telekinesis was just a thing some of them could do. "Who exactly are you seeing at concerts?"

"Uh, the audience?"

"Wait. You mean you, like, give the concerts? Are you famous or something?"

She responded with a disinterested shrug. "I don't even know anymore. It's like, I can pack a venue and get all these groupies or whatever, but no one knows who I am when I go to the store. Not like I'm trying to blend in here," she said, gesturing to her chest.

Everything coming out of this mare's mouth was either a double entendre or a single, very explicit entendre. I crossed my legs and looked anywhere else, hoping to find Octavia approaching.

No such luck. It takes more than an instant to boil water in any universe, I guess.

With my guard up but my attention elsewhere, I didn't notice the purple glow around my segment of the couch. With almost disconcerting ease, my seat was dragged across the room to fill a newly empty spot next to my tempting tormentor.

Her extended arm fell around my back, all but pulling me into her lap. My gaze had been fixed forward in surprise since my unexpected relocation, but I was shaken from my stupor when she flexed her grip around my waist.

"Ease up, dude. I won't bite if you won't."

That was all well and good, but I obviously couldn't handle this level of aggression. I was being reduced to a horny teenager even more than with Octavia. That she could do this to me so casually and so quickly was almost frightening.

"Alright," she whispered in my ear. "While she's still out of the room, I've gotta ask you something."

Oh jeez.

"Shoot," I croaked, eyeing the doorway behind Vinyl's disproportionate chest.

"How'd you do it?"

"Do what?"

"You know what I'm talking about! How'd you get into her pants in one night?!"

From her words alone, I'd have thought she was being protective of her friend. Except, when I managed to meet her eyes, they were wide and without suspicion. She seemed almost impressed.

Wait, how much did she know about the last couple of nights?

"How do you-"

"We text," she interrupted. "Well, I do. She normally hits me with yes or no or nothing at all. But she's been blowing up my phone recently."

Well that's flattering, I guess.

"Thing is, she's pretty shit at gossip. I've got, like, no details. So what was it? Pickup line? Beat her in poker? Do you play an instrument?"

I blinked at the onslaught of silly possibilities. "No, no, and no," I answered.

"I bet you put your coat over a puddle for her or some shit," she guessed with a chuckle. "She probably loves cheesy stuff like that."

"Look, we just started talking is all."

"Ugh. You're as bad as she is."

The "she" in question finally returned to us, placing two coffee cups on the table before us before sitting down catercorner to her roommate.

"'As bad' at what?" she asked, unfazed by our close quarters.

"At telling me a freakin' story!" Vinyl exclaimed. "You never bring anyone home ever. Then you go on some week-long trip for 'work'," she paused to mime some air quotes. "And come back with a human on your arm!"

"We started talking and enjoyed each other's company. There's no story."

"'No story' except for two steamy nights in Manehatten with you two supposedly just talking."

One, I mentally corrected. The other was during the afternoon.

Octavia just smiled at her exasperated roommate. If I were to guess, Octavia didn't get to be on this side of the conversation often. Either she was enjoying this game or she genuinely didn't want to talk about it. I couldn't be sure.

"Whatever," Vinyl said with a sigh. "I'll get it out of you two eventually. Especially if this guy lives around here."

"In this building," I added. "Second floor."

"No shit? What are the odds?"

"Yes it's all very convenient," Octavia said, shooting me a smile. "Now why don't you let Anon out of that headlock so he can have his coffee?"

The unicorn acquiesced, returning her arm to behind her head so I could reach the table.

"What, none for me?" She complained halfheartedly.

"You don't even drink-"

A distinct buzz interrupted her retort. Like someone drilling into one of the walls.

While I rubbernecked around to find some lost carpenter, Vinyl glanced to the far wall and lit up her magic. The object in her grasp lost contact with the wall and the noise faded to a reasonable vibrate.

"I truly wish you'd just use a ringtone," Octavia muttered. "You make music for a living."

"Get with the times, Grandma," Vinyl answered. "No one uses ringtones anymore. And if I did, I'd keep it at a volume I could actually hear."

What was apparently a very loud phone floated into the unicorn's hand, conjuring a look of mild confusion on her face when she read the contents.

"Well I don't want to keep it too loud. I might annoy someone." Vinyl didn't react, too absorbed in her phone. "Do you use a ringtone?" Octavia asked, realizing her roommate wasn't going to offer a rebuttal.

"I, uh, haven't taken my phone off silent in years," I answered.

"Well not only does Octy keep her sound on," Vinyl said, tapping away. "She also doesn't keep it in her pocket."

Octavia crossed her arms. "And what's wrong with that?"

Vinyl stuck her chin up, flared her nostrils, and spoke in a mocking parody of an insufferable noble. "Mizz Octavia appears to have left her cellular device in my carriage once again. Do let her know I will meet her at the door. Signed Miles Fender." She then dropped the deepened voice. "Dude signs his text messages. What a weirdo."

Octavia closed her eyes and groaned. "Again? Really?" she said under her breath. "I'll be right back,"

I took that as a sign that I should leave as well. Honestly, between their bickering and Vinyl's aggression, my social battery was draining quickly. However, Octavia saw me moving and held up her hand.

"Please stay, Anon. It'll only be a moment."

"Are you sure? I don't want to intrude."

She'd already gathered her purse and walked by us toward the door. "Positive. And you," she said, pointing to the pony next to me. "Behave."

"Don't lose your keys while you're out," Vinyl responded, not quite answering the command. Still, it was good enough for Octavia as she shut the door behind her.

I was squeezed back into Vinyl's side as soon as the gray mare turned her back. She turned to me, unfazed by my cheek digging into her breast.

"Alright," she said. "Real talk. I gotta make sure 'cause I actually can't tell with you two. You did sleep together, right?"

Octavia seemed intent on keeping this from her for whatever reason, so I did my best to put on a poker face.

"That's a yes, then?"

Shit.

"I'm actually relieved. I heard most of you guys are a little, eh, iffy when it comes to mares like Octy."

I shrugged. "That might still be true. I'm probably the weird one. Hell, I was probably more than iffy about it before I met her."

"She has that effect on ponies, huh?"

"Yeah. I mean, I was still surprised and stuff. There aren't many humans like you two after all. But she was kind enough to give me a little warning when things were going in that direction, so to speak." Then I chuckled. "And I guess so were you."

"Oh I'm not like her. Not exactly."

"Uh what?"

"But that can wait. I'm glad you picked up what I was putting down though. For a minute I thought you were just dense."

"Wait. What do you mean?"

There was a flash and a magical popping sound, and suddenly I could feel a lot more fur on my face.

"I'm usually more upfront about this stuff, but I had to be careful around Octy. She says she likes to take it slower."

Once again I felt like I was speaking a different language. Then it all came together when I found a bright blue object poking into my vision behind the now exposed tits against which I rested.

Oh. She was naked. She poofed her clothes off. How nice.

Vinyl let out a relieved sigh, her hand stroking her freed cock. "I usually don't wear clothes at home," she said. "Not a whole lot, anyway."

"Y-yeah?" I croaked.

"Helps get the fans riled up when they come backstage too. 'course, the type to come to my show usually isn't this stiff." She punctuated her words with a squeeze of my shoulder. "At least, not up here. Let's get you loosened up."

Suddenly, my vision went purple and my body moved without my permission. I felt a slight tingling on my skin as I floated into the air in front of Vinyl, my arms flailing around to find purchase on something.

She didn't even bother to move an arm as she carried me. She just sat there stroking herself. "I won't drop you, dude. I just wanna get a look at you."

I managed to stop my squirming and settle into a hunched over pose over the coffee table, still instinctively holding my stomach. Not my first choice for a flight pose, but I'm sure all those super heroes looked dumb their first time too.

"Those look uncomfortable," she said mischievously.

"Uh, no I'm-"

"Don't be shy. We're all friends here."

I usually made a point to not do that in front of friends, but I didn't think that would convince her. One magical pop later and my clothes were suddenly neatly folded on the floor. All I could do was stay curled up and watch my captor eye me up like a piece of meat.

Or whatever hungry ponies might eye up.

Well, I wasn't screaming for help yet, so I must have been okay with this on some level. Not like my view was bad either. Even before I awakened my new, let's say open minded sexual preferences, I would have appreciated the sight before me. From what I could see of her stomach, she wasn't exactly toned. In fact, her whole body looked like it'd be soft to the touch. Not just the parts she'd been pressing against me.

She was presumably at full mast at this point. Having become intimately familiar with Octavia's member, I was confident that Vinyl's was slightly smaller. Still far beyond what I could handle without magic, though. In fact, due to her smaller height and ridiculous breasts, it seemed she could probably squeeze herself between them if she leaned forward a little.

I was already flushed, but that thought decided it. This situation alone had me twitching.

Vinyl hummed, bringing a finger to her lip pensively. With a slight flick of her head, my arms and legs stretched out, forcing me to bare what little secrets I had left to this mare.

"Weird. Didn't think she was into twinks."

Excuse me?

"I'm definitely into it, though," she continued, floating me closer. "The skinny ones make the sexiest sounds."

I wanted to open my mouth and protest but Vinyl suddenly dragged me to my knees with my face in her crotch. Now that I was right where she wanted me, she let her magical grip loosen and replaced it with a hand on my head.

I brought my hands in front of me as soon as I was able in the hopes of maintaining a little breathing room. I did little more than massage her thighs, however, and my cheek soon met the base of her shaft. A unicorn's muscles outmatched mine as easily as an earth pony's. Effortlessly too, given how casually she kept speaking. I wonder if she even registered my resistance.

"I'm in the mood for some oral action," she mused nonchalantly. "You down?"

A shrinking part of me wanted to slow right the hell down. However, between her cock brushing against my lips and her scent filling my nose, a growing part of me wanted to dive in.

I settled for just opening my mouth and letting her grip guide me. It may have been a little non-committal, but it kept me from having to acknowledge that I just agreed to go down on a stranger.

Come to think of it, this is how I started with Octavia, wasn't it?

In a way, that first time was better. There was at least some "foreplay" first. Here, I was just burying my face in her sack right off the bat.

Her hand guided my head while I absently licked and suckled on the closest part of her, losing my inhibitions to her scent and taste. I felt the heat of her length on my face as I dragged my tongue along her sheath. She wasn't quite throbbing just yet.

"Alright, come on. We don't have time to screw around while we're screwing around."

My head was drawn upwards, my tongue still clinging to her shaft, until I rested on her crown. Through lidded eyes I saw her still-cocksure expression beyond the massive pillows on her chest.

"Open up, dude."

My mouth was already open when she said that. And it's a good thing too. She didn't give me any time to react before forcing the broad tip of her cock into my mouth.

In no time at all, she'd gone farther down my throat than any other object that wasn't food or water. Suffice to say I was surprised and thoroughly unprepared.

I grunted in panic, finding my tongue pinned and jaw propped wide open. The curve of her dick placed concerning pressure on unfamiliar parts of my throat. I didn't even try to draw breath, instead shifting my head to my right to sidestep her hand still pressing me down. I broke free with a distinct "pop", immediately gasping for air.

I cautiously rolled my jaw, fully expecting something to be broken. Not only was everything in order, I didn't even feel like gagging or coughing. It was as though my body had stretched and snapped back into place as soon as her rod left me.

Looking up again, I found Vinyl frowning at me with a shadow of concern behind her hungry eyes.

"Was that, uh, your first time?"

"Never gone that far," I answered, my voice surprisingly not hoarse from this horse.

She clicked her tongue and stood, her magic carrying me into the air once again.

"My bad. Thought she would've given you some experience."

And here I was thinking I'd had a fair amount of firsts the past few days.

"Don't sweat it, though. I've taught plenty of sluts how to suck me off. I'll give you a crash course."

Her magic faded again, dropping me belly up on the couch with my head hanging off the side.

"It's the angle, right? I usually have an easier time like this."

I bent my neck up to see her and maybe question her logic, but her towering cock obscured my view of her face.

"Most ponies are more flexible than they think, so let's see how far we can go before you feel uncomfortable. 'kay?"

That's real considerate of you, Vinyl. But you kind of forgot I'm not a pony. There's no way that could-

I've said this before, haven't I?

"C'mon," she urged me, tapping her dick on my pursed lips. "Open. We'll take it slower this time."

I doubted her idea of "slow" would be much relief. Still, I'd been on the receiving end of quite a bit of magic recently. Maybe I could handle it if I was prepared.

Her hips advanced, gently parting my lips and giving me ample time to explore her head with my tongue. I opened my mouth as wide as I could in preparation for the rest of her, but it still felt too big. That is, until her own efforts plowed through my body's feeble resistance.

I'd felt a strain on my jaw before taking her, but all of my discomfort evaporated as soon as it was her doing the pushing. My muscles relaxed and my attention was free to wander to more pleasant subjects.

I'd had trouble describing Octavia's flavor before. However, with her as a comparison, I could conclude that there was something lacking about Vinyl's. If Octavia was pure vanilla extract, then Vinyl was artificial vanillin. Sure, the same essential qualities were there, but certain subtleties were absent.

Well, I'm no connoisseur. I drank in her flavor all the same.

Vinyl had paused her approach while I lapped away at her tip, offering me a pleased hum for my trouble.

"Doin' great, dude. Ready for more?"

I opened my eyes and found her hefty white sack still quite far away. Instead of mumbling my response around her dick, I decided to take back a shred of control.

I reached out with both of my arms and found purchase on her generous rear end. Between her smooth fur and plush flesh, I thoroughly enjoyed sinking my fingers into her cheeks. Of course, I wasn't there just to grope her. Gently, I pulled her closer, goading her to feed me more of her length.

"Oh hell yeah!" she exclaimed. "Someone's finally getting into it!"

She slowly traced one of her hands along my chest toward my neck, soon cradling my face.

She tapped a finger on my jaw. "Just some precautions. Two taps for air. Three for slow down. And..." she trailed off, bringing her other hand to cover mine on her ass and flexed her grip. "Squeeze for 'please fuck my face with your fat dick, Vinyl'."

Normally, I wouldn't have offered such a vulgar statement a reaction. However, her crass words along with the cocktail of new sensations filling my mouth tickled something submissive inside me.

Those words probably wouldn't pass my lips, but I imagined I'd be giving her butt a squeeze soon enough.

She reached the back of my throat without incident, avoiding triggering my gag reflex likely through the same magical means that kept my body in tact recently. However, I reached a roadblock as I tried to pull her in further. I grunted in frustration, wiggling my head around her like I was dealing with a stubborn doorknob.

I heard the unicorn laughing above me. "It's seriously hard to tell if you're a pro or a virgin. Here."

Her hand reached out and massaged my neck. "I'm in your mouth right now, yeah? What do you normally do when you want something in your mouth to go deeper?"

Swallow, I suppose. With some effort, I forced my throat to relax and accept the largest pill ever. Sure enough, the familiar reflex quickly drew her in.

I felt my neck expand around her newly swallowed length, bringing back those alien sensations of stretching parts that usually didn't stretch. All the while, Vinyl continued to stroke my neck and, by extension, her cock as well.

"Oh wow," she said drowsily. "Am I a good teacher or what?"

I hummed around her, savoring the smooth texture pressed against every surface of my mouth. The feeling of warm flesh slipping down my throat gave me a sense of satisfaction I hadn't felt since my last time in the human world. No matter how good these chefs were, I guess humans would always crave meat.

I wasn't going to bite. I probably couldn't muster up the strength even if I wanted to.

In fact, although she was fitting inside me well enough, her size was imposing some hefty limitations on my mobility. Stretched as I was, I couldn't move my tongue to pleasure her. The same went for my head. Maybe that was her plan when she laid me down this way. To give me no options but to swallow around her cock and take her deeper.

I kept pulling.

A rigid ring passed my lips without resistance. The comparatively small bit of anatomy that had given me trouble two nights ago now served only as a tactile beacon in my throat, letting me know just how deep this girl was digging.

I was vaguely aware of a breathy sigh above me as well as a hand tracing circles on my chest.

"Fuckin' crazy, dude! You're such a little guy and, ngh-" she paused, letting out a groan. "And you're still taking so much!"

What happened to all that confidence before? These ponies should really make sure they can fit into holes before fucking them. Honestly.

She rested her finger somewhere between my ribs. "Betchya I'm right about here right now. But you've got more room for me, yeah?"

It was a rhetorical question. She moved her hands back over mine, swung a leg up onto the couch beside me, and let some of her weight fall onto my mouth.

My modest, staggered pace gave way to her insistent and constant descent into me. The stretching sensation extended somewhere behind my chest as more and more of her slid by my tongue. Then, suddenly, my nose dug into somewhere soft and warm while to heavy objects met my forehead.

"Aww yeah," Vinyl sighed, grinding her abdomen into my chin. "Good boy."

I shuddered at those words. I don't know if it was just the dirty talk or my own emerging fetishes, but I really wanted to make this girl cum. To let her use me like a toy.

Unfortunately, she was content at the moment to just sashay her hips, wiggling her hilted pride in my throat. She wasn't exactly using me like the voices in my head wanted.

"Hey, uh, Anon?" she asked, interrupting my cock-addled fantasies. "Hell of a time to ask this but, are you still alright down there? Can't help but notice you haven't come up for air yet."

That couldn't be right. I mean, I hadn't passed out yet. That meant I was breathing, right?

Before I could be distracted by another silly train of thought, I reminded myself that I was still in this world of convenient pony nonsense. Of course I could breathe. It would be inconvenient if I couldn't.

As a proof of concept, I gently inhaled through my nose, inadvertently dosing myself with her scent. Sure enough, I drew in air unimpeded by silly things like physics.

Convinced, I decided to give Vinyl an answer she'd love to hear.

Her bubbly butt devoured my fingers. Despite its size, I had no trouble sinking my hands into it to make a firm, stable grip.

First, her cock twitched. Then there was a slight pause. "That's not the signal for air, ya know."

I know what I did, missy. Just for kicks, I gave her plump ass another squeeze.

"Alright, alright. I hear ya. Fuck, didn't realize you humans can breathe through your ears." She paused and I imagined her licking her lips. "Guess that means I can be as rough as I want, huh?"

Here we go.

I felt her magic engulf me right before my back left the couch. She took her hands off of me and let her telekinesis drag my lower body upward, still holding my head on her dick. Once I was completely inverted, she tucked my legs under her arms.

"Bear with me, dude. I think you'll like this position."

Cons: Blood was going to rush to my head pretty soon.

Pros: I had Vinyl's dick down my throat. I also felt my own brushing up against her tits.

I flexed my grip on her butt, grinding my face against the base of her cock to show my approval.

"Good boy," she cooed. "Hang on tight."

Holding me in place with her magic, Vinyl gently pulled back her hips. Up until this point, I can't really say I've ever found the sensation of something leaving my throat pleasurable. But now, pony magic let me enjoy feeling her huge shaft stuffing me.

She removed maybe a third of her length before slamming back in, hard. Her balls bounced against my forehead while my nose dug between them. Then she repeated the process again.

And again.

And again.

Her breathing abruptly became labored over the course of her thrusts. She held herself there at the end, twitching occasionally while I sucked in her musk.

"Fuck," she sighed. "Your mouth's a lot more shallow than a pony's. I'm getting so deep..." she trailed off, making a couple more short thrusts. "...in this tight little throat. I'm not gonna last."

And what's wrong with that? In the back of my mind, I remembered we were kind of on a time limit here. What she was doing to me probably didn't satisfy Octavia's order to "behave". Would she get upset again?

In order to speed things along, I mustered some strength in my arms and pushed myself back against her magical grip.

"Huh?" she mumbled almost drunkenly, relaxing her hold. "Do you need-"

I pulled myself back into her, commanding my newly tamed reflexes to keep swallowing around her. She grunted and I felt her footing falter.

"You tryin' to hair trigger me or something?" Vinyl growled, now gripping a handful of my hair to hold my head down on her crotch. I could only offer a mumble around her rod.

"I'm glad you want my cock, dude. But I wanna enjoy this a little more before blow my load in you."

I felt her free hand climb to the side of my ass along with a magical one on the other. I understandably tensed up, making unintelligible noises of surprise.

"I think I'll give us both something else focus on, then." Her two grips on my rear suddenly pulled me apart. I tried to squirm away on instinct, but I was again faced with Vinyl's superior strength.

I could feel her eyes on me, someplace I generally avoided sharing. I didn't know if she could sense my embarrassment, but she chuckled to herself anyway. "Ya know," she began, still squeezing me. "This doesn't look like the ass of someone that took Octavia's monster. But I'm pretty sure you didn't get her talking like that with that thing you're poking between my tits."

Come on. I'm only human.

"Let's see if this body of yours is trying to trick me again."

I hadn't noticed since the sound of her magic was already all around me, but she had weaved another spell. While her hand slowly dragged my head off of her dick, a tingling tendril poked at my other end. In an instant, my eyes were once again completely obscured by her sack as she hilted in my mouth. With my attention back on her member, she slipped a piece of her magical appendage into me.

"Hm. It's not exactly an easy fit but I don't hear any complaining. Guess she did train you after all. But how much did you take?"

She slowly pulled me off of her cock again, this time adding her own hips to the movement. Once she freed a couple inches, she thrust back inside while adding some more length to her arcane toy.

"Did you wuss out after the head?"

The process was quicker this time and her magical tendril started to twist and squirm. I wasn't equipped to deal with this kind of double sensation. Even through the vigorous movement, I could feel my awareness slipping.

"Or did you take it all like a good slut?"

Another thrust. I felt her toy gain some girth as well as length this time. If I could have seen anything, my vision would have been swimming.

She might have continued with the dirty talk, but she also chose that moment to fall into a steady rhythm with her thrusts. Any further inquiries about my status as a slut were drowned out by the squelching of her cock as it rammed in and out of my mouth.

Her new long strokes strained my lips' seal around her girth, letting strings of my saliva trail along her briefly revealed length. I must have been enjoying her taste if I was drooling that much.

But while I adapted to Vinyl's rigorous treatment of my head, her other protrusion into me ceased thrusting altogether. Whether from a lapse of focus or just to tease me further, her toy only twitched and ground into me.

Moaning from above finally won out over the squishing noises in my ears, betraying Vinyl's waning composure. Although I wanted to take advantage of this vulnerability, I was still very much immobile. Sure I was proud to be making her moan like that without lifting a finger, but that satisfaction had a bit more of a submissive flavor when I remembered I was more or less playing the role of a sleeve.

Percussion joined the melody of the mare's cries as she collided with my face with greater speed. However, counter to my previous conclusion, the light slapping had almost machine-like consistency. After maybe a minute of the unbroken pattern, I began to think I was on the business end of the world's lewdest metronome.

If I knew more about music, I might have been able to discern a tempo or whatever it was called. Distracted as I was, I decided to call her long thrusts "whole notes".

And just as I managed to classify it in my head, her pace started to change. She picked up speed, occasionally peppering quicker beats into the music she was making with my face. A half note here. A quarter note there. Measure by measure, she composed a small sonata as she drove her spit-slicked prick into me. In the excitement. I may have added my own muffled accompaniment to her show.

"Nnf- fuck," she grunted. "Gonna cum."

As the realization hit her, she dispelled some of her magic and let my body fall haphazardly back onto the couch. Immediately, her hands flew to my neck and she resumed her frantic but still uniform rhythm. Her tight hold on my windpipe accentuated the textures of the cock she was sawing in and out of my throat, its twitches and throbs stretching me even thinner.

She'd gone over the edge. I was sure of it. Her engorged head put even more pressure on my insides as it began to pulse, but Vinyl had no intention of slowing down. If anything, her pace only quickened as she shot her first volley into my gut. I shuddered as her thick essence poured into me from such a deep point.

The hot injection blurred my already dizzy vision. In fact, it seemed all my senses had gone numb except for touch. In my mind, I could see a cross section of myself: one end still plugged by a conjured tendril, the other stretched beyond recognition around her pulsing, cum-spurting cock. I could almost see the stream of white flowing through me, gathering in my stomach and threatening to stretch me even more if I could make no more room for it.

Vinyl just kept hammering away. Her fat head made sure none of her load even made it back to my throat, much less my mouth. So she was free to ride out her orgasm without the slightest threat of a mess. Meanwhile, I could do nothing but lie there limply, offering weak sucking and swallowing to her performance.

She stopped cumming before she stopped thrusting, eager to milk out every last throb from her climax. The way she kept moving, I was afraid she'd go right into another round without even pulling out. But no. When she was sure I'd taken everything she could give, she finally let her tool rest, fully sheathed in my mouth. While I caught my breath, I felt a hand stroke my cheek.

"Good boy," she cooed, gently swaying her hips. "Good slut."

I mumbled a vague response, feeling the heat of her cum relaxing any remaining tension in my body. I drew in shaky breaths from my nose. But with her now sweaty sack in the way, what I inhaled was just more of her scent rather than air. My tongue flexed uselessly against the rod still stuffing my cheeks.

"Hope you don't mind the stuffing, dude. I know you only asked for a little cream."

Vinyl hummed as she languidly withdrew her cock. And, as my body continued to morph around the intruder, I realized that she was still as hard as before.

I pursed my lips as best as I could around her girth, cleaning off what little remained of her generous emission. When it finally slipped out, all that was left was a healthy film of my spit.

"No, uh," I swallowed. I could taste her on my breath. "No problem."

Although I was now convinced of my strange resistance to sex-induced bodily harm, I couldn't help but pat around my body to check for unfamiliar holes or internal bleeding. The only thing out of place was my slightly expanded stomach. Inhuman, but a far cry from the last time I tried to receive a pony's gifts.

I looked over and saw her performing a similar check on her chest. Watching her hands disappear into her chest, I half expected them to emerge with a comically oversized ACME product. But, she took them out empty, frowned, then gave me a once-over.

"Huh? You didn't finish?"

I scooched forward and sat up on the couch. Sure enough, I was still standing at attention despite everything. I offered a shrug.

"Dude, I was fucking your mouth. You were allowed to cum on my tits if you wanted. Jeez, I'm almost insulted."

"Sorry?" I answered. "I was a bit, ngh-"

When I tried to swivel toward her and sit normally, I winced at an uncomfortable sensation on my ass.

"Distracted," I finished, twisting to see the violet glow of Vinyl's magic still planted in my other end.

"Oh wow. That's still there?" Vinyl remarked. "Let me see."

She put her hands on my shoulders and not-so-gently guided me to my hands and knees facing the kitchen. Once again I felt the unnerving sensation of prying eyes on my backside.

"This thing's pretty handy, you know," she said. "Adjustable size, customizable shape, cleaning, lubing..."

She trailed off. One of her hands wandered to my ass.

I was still a little groggy from my meal, but I could still sense the danger from this exposed position. "Sounds great. But, uh, do you have to be looking at it to take it out?"

"Nah," she answered without pause.

"Oh."

She left me to contemplate those words while she kept on groping me, now with both hands. I heard the sparkly sound of magic followed by a slow retreat of her toy. With nothing in my mouth but her lingering flavor, my attention was free to notice that I was, indeed, lubricated back there just like she said.

The sounds faded when the toy finally left me. Not a moment later, I felt something even larger sliding against my newly empty hole.

"Hey Anon. I've got an idea."

I shivered. Her hotdogging let me feel just how much meat she had to pitch at me. Starting from her tip, it felt like miles until I felt her sack collide with me. That I just handled her in my mouth well enough or that I'd taken more in the past didn't really ease the fear in my filled gut.

It might not have even been fear.

"Ya see. You're horny. I'm still horny. We're both nice and slippery." She punctuated every other word with a full length grind of her cock. "Think we could work something out?"

My fingers dug into the cushions. "I dunno, Vinyl. I'm pretty beat." That was a lie. Energy was returning to me by the second

"I bet you are after that performance." She bent over, dropping her tits on my back and her head next to mine. "But I'd feel pretty shitty if I left you high and dry after you sucked me off like that."

"Aren't you worried about Octavia?"

"Not really. Mr. Driver gave me a whole list of shit he had to do before he could come back." Vinyl chuckled. "That guy won't say two words to me on a 5 hour drive but gives me his whole schedule over text. Like I said. Weirdo."

She pressed down on my back, forcing me into a prone position under her.

"Besides," she continued. "Don't you think she would just join in?"

I gulped. Memories of that conversation over lunch came to mind. As did memories of when she impaled me. I didn't move.

Damn. These ponies are really good luring me to bed. Or I was just easy. Maybe Vinyl wasn't wrong when she called me a slut.

"That's right," she whispered, laying all of her weight on me. "You want it bad. You really are a good slut. Just like me."

I whimpered. I could feel her worming her way into my head just like I could feel her poking my ass.

"So you just sit tight." Her arms curled around my chest while her legs forced mine apart.

"And sing for me."

Author's Note

Hopefully you can relieve some stress in these unprecedented times. Stay safe. Stay inside. Masturbate.