I don't memorize things. My brain isn't wired for it. Unless there's an underlying concept explaining them, any and all trivia promptly make their way out the other ear once I hear them. So, I can't speak to whether or not I'm average on certain things. For example, it usually takes me a while to get back into the mood after release. About half an hour at the least if I were to guess. Maybe other guys have a little more vigor. I can't say I've discussed it at length with any of my peers.

What I can say is that being raring to go with no break sounds scary. Not necessarily in the giving role, though I could imagine it being pretty distracting if I was short on time. No. Scary for the poor soul that has to handle their partner's climax being more of a literal breather.

That's me. I'm the poor soul.

Because, despite just having unloaded enough to stretch out my stomach, Vinyl Scratch was currently prodding my ass with a still very-much-hard cock.

And for now, it was only prodding. With my upper body wrapped completely in her arms and my legs forced apart by hers, she had all the power and control she needed to overcome any resistance I could offer. That meant she was deliberately teasing me.

With her weight on me, my erection rubbed against the black cushions under us. Between that and her refusal to get on with it, my anxiety was giving way to frustration. I took her for the "thrust first, flirt later" type of gal. What was she waiting for?

"Ya know, I've been with short guys before but you're really something else." She squeezed her arms tighter around me and put some more force behind her hips, but still wouldn't penetrate me. "I keep thinking I'm gonna break ya."

Right. Now she was worried. Not when I thought I'd choke but when I'm waiting for-

Dammit, I wanted this. I wanted another well-endowed mare to have her way with me. But no way I was going to say so. If she wanted to derive any more satisfaction out of this, she'd have to do it herself.

Well, as bombastic as I was in my head, what came out of my mouth was intermittent whimpering whenever I thought she was going to get started. I could practically feel her smug face looking down on me.

One of my whimpers must have sounded more needy than I intended, and snickering from above soon followed.

"Aw, is someone getting impatient?"

I swear I meant to growl. I definitely didn't want to groan that loud.

"My bad, Anon. I thought you were having second thoughts. I try to avoid stretching out a guy's ass if he's not into it."

She released her hold on my midsection, allowing me to move my arms forward and brace myself against the couch. That control wouldn't last as she followed my example, placing her hands on mine and once again pinning me. I felt some of her weight leave my back momentarily before her legs tensed and I felt her bear down on me for real.

"Hey, wanna hear a knock knock joke?"

What the fuck, Vinyl?

Before I could even fail to respond, her fat cockhead finally succeeded in spreading me apart, squeezing inside despite my body's feeble attempts to reject her.

"Never mind. I'll just let myself in."

The crown I'd mapped out so well with my mouth filled me again with a not-so-alien sensation. As Vinyl slowly rolled her hips, I felt the ridges along her tip rubbing me. I instinctively squeezed tighter when she pulled, my body unwilling to part with the new intruder.

She kept prodding me with that small fraction of her length. Always threatening to go farther but pulling back at the last moment. It wasn't until I caught my breath to protest when she pressed on.

Slowly. So damn slowly. I could almost feel myself growing physically hungrier with each passing, glacial millimeter. What's worse, it was exactly as fast as she wanted to go. This was part of the teasing. And it was working.

Then she fucking stopped again. "Alright Anon," she said. "This one's for you so I'm gonna need you to hold those moans for a sec and talk to me. Pretty sure I know where it is from earlier but I like to make sure."

With most of her shaft still outside, I felt her gyrating hips almost stutter in their movements. She made a series of shallow jabs, drawing small gasps out of me. Almost like she was being methodical. What exactly was she-

Oh. That.

I managed to bury my face in the couch only after letting Vinyl's neighbors know I was just nearly launched into a violent climax. Nearly. After I smothered my cries and cleared the stars from my vision, I found myself twitching and clenching, but not lying in a puddle of a premature orgasm.

The perpetrator stopped her assault, seemingly satisfied by my reaction."Oh damn. Was that too much?" she asked playfully. "Did you cum?"

Thanks to my best efforts to control myself, no. I said as much through my shuddering breaths.

"Good. Since I still owe you a nut and all, I'd rather give you a little choice."

She kept moving just enough to make me yelp without pushing me over the edge. If she didn't let up soon, I was going to chew off my lip.

"I could keep poking your bitch button until you pop," she trailed off, still demonstrating what that would feel like. "Bet it wouldn't take long. You probably wouldn't even survive another real hit."

It really was that simple for her. She could angle the first couple inches of her dick just right and finish me off in one more real stroke. I hadn't fared much better last time a mare had her way with me, but that was a little more passionate for both of us. With her describing it so plainly, it felt almost embarrassing. But more than that, it felt...

"But that wouldn't satisfy you, would it."

That's the word. Vinyl had me pegged in both senses.

Her aim shifted and she glided past the sensitive spot that had me screaming. I groaned at the equally overwhelming sensation of her continuous thrust.

"It really doesn't take much to get a slut off, especially when you've got the kind of experience I do."

There was no struggle as her ring entered me. Just the short bolt of sensation as it passed the button she showed me earlier.

"But sluts don't just wanna get off. They wanna get fucked. They wanna feel all of that nice long dick in their holes. They wanna make their stud explode inside 'em."

Her shaft shoved aside any of my protesting organs. I could feel her squeezing the flesh of my stomach against the couch. Had we been in another position, we might have seen her bulging through my belly. And that wasn't even all of it yet.

"They wanna hear how good they are when I show 'em their place."

I finally felt her hips collide with my ass. Her absurd length of pony meat rested inside me while her more absurd tits sandwiched my head. I was fully smothered, stuffed, and subdued under her.

Meanwhile, she made a satisfied sigh as though she'd just cracked open a beer and not hilted in her newest bitch. I think I even heard her chuckle. "There we go," she said, not needing to move a muscle while my involuntary squeezing massaged her. "I'm in. So what'll it be?"

Back to teasing. She was going to make me say it and I was fresh out of dignity.

I freed my mouth from her smothering embrace and prayed my voice wouldn't crack.

"Fuck me."

"That's the plan, Anon," Vinyl said, gyrating her hips. "But how should I fuck you?"

"Come on," I groaned. I tried shifting my hips every which way to no avail. She just let her weight lock me in place.

"Nuh-uh," she chided. "Let's hear it. How do you want it?"

This fucking bitch.

"Hard!" I grunted with all the force I could muster.

In no time at all, Vinyl withdrew most of her member and slammed it back in before my ass could even think about missing her.

"That's a good fucking answer, slut."

The force of her thrust knocked the wind out of me along with some more embarrassing cries. Just that one movement was enough to get both of us bouncing against the couch. While I uncrossed my eyes, I felt her squeeze my hands.

"Just so you know," she grunted after another full-length thrust. "I'm not gonna bother with signals this time. You're gettin' it as hard as I know you want it 'till we're done."

The meaty slap of her hips on me mingled with my involuntary gasps. Hopefully these two musicians had some good sound insulation.

"Mmmf-fuck yeah, dude," she moaned as she hilted again. "You've got a tight fuckin' hole back here!"

I could tell. Despite the ease with which she impaled me, every part of me felt stretched to the limit by her size. Even though I'd taken bigger. I wondered if I would ever get used to it.

Jesus, just how often was I planning to get fucked?

In what felt like only moments of serious fucking, I felt a different tightness in my gut. With my limit fast approaching, I squirmed and opened my mouth to let her know. I'm not sure what my plan was. Maybe I was being too romantic, but I hoped she'd be able to catch up somehow.

No such luck. For one, I was past the point of coherent speech. But Vinyl got the point and slowed enough to deafen the slap of her flesh on mine.

"Aw, are you gonna make a mess on my couch?"

She let my addled mind dwell on that long enough for shame to set in. Then she resumed her frenzied pace.

"Go ahead. 's only fair. I'm gonna make a way bigger mess in you, after all."

She drove her hips into me again and again, sacrificing some length for speed. I heard wet sounds from the magical lubricant between the slaps. But more than that, I felt her dick bulging out of me. Friction, pressure, pleasure in places that shouldn't have felt anything at all.

I'd begun my climax already. My body just hadn't realized it yet.

I mewled into the couch as convulsions rippled up my spine. It was like my entire body was throbbing in time with her thrusts. I tried to shut out the world and focus on those sensations to keep myself together. However, Vinyl wouldn't let me ride this out it peace.

Magic ripped my head back into the open air, uncovering my mouth and unleashing every undignified cry I wanted to keep hidden. Then I felt the heat of Vinyl's almost calm breath on my head.

"Scream for me, slut. I wanna hear you cum all over my cock."

I obeyed. I screamed as she kept hammering away, rising in pitch with each rapid punch to my insides. While I came, the world outside of us faded. I saw only her hands locking mine in place. Heard only the deafening smacks on my rear end. Felt only her dominating length carving out my guts while I squirted helplessly onto the couch.

I'd have a hard time calling anything else "sex" after this.

And she just kept going. No pause to feel any sympathetic pleasure or whisper something dirty in my ear. She wasn't even trying. If she was, I wouldn't have lasted this long.

Well, she still offered some words of encouragement. She just didn't stop swinging her hips while she did so.

"Mmf! Keep squeezing me, dude!" came her breathy voice. "Just like that!"

That's right. I wasn't the main event. I'd reached a peak. Not the peak. Just like she said, I wanted to feel her explode.

I clawed my way back to awareness while my hands clawed at the couch. The room flooded back into my vision along with some familiar rhythmic sounds. It was a whopping two data points, but I had a feeling Vinyl liked to maintain a certain tempo when she was close. No idea what a musician might call it but it was way faster than anything I listened to.

With my returning awareness, I found myself already in an afterglow of sorts. I couldn't completely calm down of course what with Vinyl still sawing through my insides, but at least one part of me had checked out. No more peaks or valleys, just a vague sense of satisfaction behind the sensation of my partner's thrusts.

It was a bizarre feeling, having sex while my libido faded. Almost like I'd lost my reason to be pinned under this girl. I was less a submissive participant and more of an object. I was being fucked.

I twisted my head and laid my cheek on the cushion. Beyond the generous breasts I could make out part of her arms holding me so firmly in place. Even without much visible muscle, they had no trouble overpowering me. Not like I needed more confirmation of that though. Her hips were shaking my entire body with each movement and no shifting on my part seemed to help or hinder her progress.

She felt hotter inside, somehow. With my own stimulation muted, I had a less biased impression of her ruthless stretching of my hole. I'd probably be having regrets if she were able to hurt me.

That's not to say I was without discomfort. In fact, a number of unpleasant sensations crept to the front of my mind. Our sweat left me feeling slick in some places and sticky in others. My orgasm earlier had cooled to a lukewarm smear on my abdomen while Vinyl's bulge in my gut and bouncing hips made sure I felt it.

But none of that mattered. We weren't done yet. She wasn't done with me.

"So good," Vinyl groaned, hand squeezing mine almost affectionately. "I'm almost there, Anon."

That hit a switch in me somewhere. Maybe it was the praise or promise of experiencing another pony orgasm. Maybe her magic rejuvenated me. Maybe her last thrust hit a weak spot. I didn't know. What I did know was that, although I was taking this one lying down, I wouldn't get to rest just yet. My meek voice and meager strength returned.

"What the f-ngh!" Vinyl sputtered, her next thrust faltering about half-way into me. My latest burst of energy forced me to clamp down on her hard enough to interrupt her tempo.

I cried out. While my spasming muscles impeded Vinyl's entry, the tightness made her tool feel even thicker. That she barely paused after the attempt didn't help me cope any better.

There was growling above me. Her grip tightened on my hands as she forced me back open. I may have caught her off guard there but she was getting in no matter how much I squeezed.

"Fff-fuck, Anon," she panted. "You want it bad, don'tcha? Nnf!"

She was playing cool, but I knew she was losing it. I felt it in her voice. And her penis too, I guess.

I told her what she wanted to hear, my incoherent squeals letting Vinyl know that I did, in fact, want it bad.

"Yeaaaah you do," she said shakily, almost back inside. "You want another nice big load in your guts, yeah? That's why you're-," she grunted. "-why you're tightening up like a good slut. So fucking tight."

She shifted to shorter bucks for her remaining length, letting out quick breaths in time with her movements.

"Gonna cum," she announced. "Gonna cum deep inside you, Anon. Gonna knock your ass up."

I voiced my approval as well as I could, managing to moan something resembling "yeah". Then my voice died in my throat when she finally hilted.

I heard a long, gasping inhale. She stiffened up like a statue above me. For a moment, the only movement I could feel was the sluggish expansion of her cock while it prepared to deliver another inhuman payload into me.

Then it began. One or two dry throbs before the deluge of her essence spewed out into me. It only took one shot for me to feel hot, wet, and full. But she'd barely started.

Vinyl shook her hips, sawing almost none of her length in or out but rather tugging at my desperate grip around her base. That movement alone was enough to stir up the rapidly growing pool of her climax that was accumulating in my colon. I heard obscene squishing sounds behind me as trails of her cum worked their way back out of me.

I also heard her. First moaning. Then panting. Then almost giggling while she continued to pleasure herself with my ass. She must have been having a nice time busting her second nut inside a slut on the same morning she met him.

"That's it, slut!" she said. "Take it all!"

I was. That's all I was doing. That's all I really could do. Though I'd gotten excited again and was undeniably still enjoying this, another orgasm was beyond my capabilities right now. I could only twitch in sympathetic pleasure while she showed me how a pony fucked.

The rhythmic pulsing of her cock rapidly wore away at my strength. I could no longer maintain the squeezing she'd been encouraging so much. Of course, with our respective sizes, my input wasn't really required for it to be a tight fit. And it was tight enough if her accelerating output was any indication.

Her load traced a searing path through my insides, once again massaging me in places never meant to be touched. Twisting, turning, coating everything until I could no longer keep track. I just had to assume every available surface would be completely painted a nice shade of Vinyl White.

And then I felt the pressure. With my plumbing clearly not prepared to handle so much so quickly, the endless flow of her cum collected in my belly. With each little movement, she throbbed. And with each throb, another rope of pony batter lifted my midsection a little further off the couch.

Actually, the movements weren't so little anymore. The added lubrication of her load let her slide through my grip more easily, turning what I thought were her final pumps into full length thrusts.

As the flood of her orgasm slowed, the speed of her hips increased. But I couldn't keep up. Every time she pulled back, her cum rushed to the new space no longer occupied by her cock. Then, when she went back in, it splashed out. She wanted to make sure I wrung out every last drop, even if that meant losing a great deal of it on ourselves and the couch in the process.

The sounds were louder now. Wet, rapid slapping between a still-climaxing pony and her human bitch hanging on for dear life. I could only imagine what the mess looked like back there.

My second wind- or was it my third?- started to die before Vinyl's stamina. My eyelids were heavy and the only thing escaping my lips was a weak sigh every time her dick tunneled back inside.

She was still going, even when her output slowed to a trickle. Soon, her thrusts forced more out of me than she was putting in. Only when I no longer felt her throbbing did she ease up.

It was a deliberate change. A smooth shift in her tempo while maintaining the same strong thrusts. Slower. Slower still. With both of us presumably spent, I'm not sure who this little show was for.

She remained hilted for a beat. Then sluggishly withdrew to her tip. Then fell back inside. I think these were the final notes of her song.

Again. We were both completely drenched from the waist down. I could feel us sticking together while she paused.

Once more. She rose with a heavy inhale, held it there for a measure, then collapsed back onto me, into me.

There was no applause for her performance. Just our steady breathing. Well, her steady breathing and my jagged gasps. Her dead weight pressed on my back, squeezing the bulge in my belly against the pillows. Despite her recklessness at the end, I still held on to a sizable amount of her cream, no longer leaking out thanks to her-

Why? Why was she still hard? How?

She didn't answer my thoughts. She just hummed and patted my head before pushing herself up.

"That was fuckin' great, dude," she said almost drunkenly. "You're taking these dickings like a fuckin' champ."

She shuffled us backwards to get her feet on the ground, letting mine fall down to join them. Then I felt her hands pull me apart.

"Damn. I really did a number on you, huh? Look at all this cum."

I didn't have to look. I felt it all right as she gave it to me.

"And after all that," she began, pulling back her hips. "You're still too friggin' tight!"

Her exit wasn't exactly pleasurable. Just a long, thick recap of the tool she used to fuck me. I shivered as she finally popped all the way out. I may have felt empty had she not left me so full.

"I mean look at this! You're not even gaping a little bit! Normally I like to watch my sluts ooze my load all over. But you're barely dripping! It's like I didn't even fuck your brains out!"

No, Vinyl. I'm absolutely certain you did. My brain definitely felt fucked out at the moment.

"Oh well. I'll just have to try harder next time."

Though there was a sense of finality in her words, her hands didn't leave my butt. She didn't move at all. My stomach somehow made room for a lump of lead.

"Say, Anon?"

Fuck.

"Seeing you all messy with my nut is pretty hot."

Fuck.

"You're still good for another round, right?"

I had to say something.

"Plus, I bet I could really break you in this time. You'd like that, yeah?"

Words wouldn't come out. I hadn't recovered yet. I manged only a single "mph". Unfortunately, it takes two "mph"'s to say no.

"Hell yeah, dude! Where'd Octy find someone so cool?"

Her hands moved to my waist while I felt her cock poking me again. I didn't think I was gonna stay conscious through this one.

"Here we go again, slut," she announced triumphantly. "I'll stretch you out real good this time."

I squeezed my eyes shut and braced myself for an even rougher session with this sex maniac.

There was a grunt, but I didn't feel her push into me. In fact, her hands left me too. Cool air washed over me as Vinyl, apparently, disappeared from behind me.

"That's quite enough," said a voice that wasn't Vinyl's. I knew who it was, though.

"Hey! What the-oof!"

I lazily turned my head in time to see Vinyl's face fall onto the couch next to me. Judging by her squirming and protests, I'd say she was being restrained.

"You neglected to mention Miles had errands to run," Octavia said, eerily devoid of emotion. It seems we were a bit preoccupied to notice the door opening.

"Heh heh," Vinyl faux giggled. "My bad."

"You know, you need only ask if you'd like some privacy." I felt her hand on my shoulder, gently turning my body in stark contrast to the one-handed submission hold occurring next to me. Grave concern flashed onto her face when our eyes met, only to turn back to austerity when she dropped me and returned her glare to her roommate. I wonder what face I was making to provoke that.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself?" Octavia continued.

"Whaddya mean? Anon and I had a little fun while you were gone. What's the big deal? Hngh!" I assumed the grip on Vinyl's wrists tightened there.

"I don't suppose you asked Anon for permission first, did you?"

"Of course I asked first! I'm not a creep!"

"And what did he say?"

"Not much. My cock was in his mou-wait wait wait ow! That came out wrong!"

"Vinyl..." Octavia said, dripping with ire.

"He was cool with it! I swear! Yo Anon, back me up here!"

I could have left Vinyl to her fate. Might have been pretty satisfying. Then again, she was telling the truth. Only that third round would have been pushing it. And, by the sound of it, Octavia was about to murder her.

"'s okay," I said, slurred and labored. I wasn't exactly in a state to wax poetic. Hopefully that got the message across.

"See?" Vinyl said after a relieved huff. "So how's about you let me up so we can give Anon here a little double-team action? Eh?"

My heart sank. I could probably survive it, sure. But I didn't feel like becoming a ragdoll tonight. Today. Whatever time it was now.

And maybe I wouldn't. Vinyl remained restrained next to me, her cocky expression gradually fading as she looked back.

"I recall telling you to behave," Octavia droned.

"I didn't do anything wrong!"

"Forcing yourself on a guest is not behaving!"

"He just said it was alright! Besides, it's your fault."

"My fault?!"

"Yeah! You were gone for so long and I..." Vinyl's bravado disappeared mid sentence. "Ya know... missed you. And stuff."

I pictured Octavia pinching her forehead in frustration. This was far from the right time for sentimentality and romance in my opinion. There's no way that little line really hit home. Right?

"You're right," Octavia answered after a pregnant pause.

Vinyl's eyes narrowed. "What?"

"I know how you are. And I left you alone anyway."

"I mean-"

"So I've got to take responsibility."

"Hold on a sec. What are you-"

Vinyl stopped talking after we heard a zipper.

"You can't help it, after all."

"Hold up hold up!"

"It's up to me to keep you occupied. So you don't take advantage of anyone else. Isn't that right?"

The sound of her clothes falling to the floor kindled my imagination while Vinyl's face contorted in excitement and fear.

"Yo, uh, Octy. This is hot and all but you sound kinda angry right now. And I gotta be able to walk this week. Maybe we could-"

Vinyl truncated her protest with a high-pitched yelp just as I heard a heavy smack behind us.

"I have been neglecting you, haven't I?"

The unicorn whimpered through a couple more slaps, presumably on her fat ass, while Octavia continued to hold her down.

"Hey," Octavia called out. "Cast the spell."

"But you're just gonna-"

Another smack.

"Clean up the mess. On Anon too."

A dim glow appeared on the unicorn's horn followed by a flash reminiscent of the one that removed my clothes. In an instant, I no longer felt quite so slimy all over. Just sweaty.

Convenient.

"There," Vinyl muttered shakily. "Good as new. Anything else?"

"Just two things. Think about what you did..."

Suddenly, Vinyl's face was shoved into a pillow.

"...and try to be quiet."

The next slap was different. It was one I had burned into my mind. One involving Octavia's strong hips slamming into someone.

The earth pony sighed again, still not sounding thrilled to be there. Meanwhile, her partner let out a full throated wail into her pillow.

Octavia held her there until the noise died down. Then she thrusted again, receiving a similar response.

"Are you happy now, Vinyl?"

If her cries of pleasure weren't enough, I could see a look of unabashed horniness on her face when her head rolled to face me. Half-lidded, unfocused eyes, flushed face, and tongue hanging out of her mouth. It was like an inexperienced cartoonist took their best guess after reading a description.

Did I look like that two nights ago? Or just now too, I guess.

"You're disturbing him," Octavia observed before Vinyl's body was dragged to the other end of the couch. I could see even less of them now.

Alright. Exhausted or not, I definitely needed to watch this. I gathered my strength in my arms and pushed, eventually rolling onto my back. After a pause to catch my breath, I shuffled back until my legs no longer hung off the side.

I definitely preferred going right to sleep after bottoming for a pony. Jelly limbs aren't good for much.

I turned my head to see Octavia for the first time since her return. She was naked now, some of her clothes tossed haphazardly on the couch. Her expression was tight, showing focus without enthusiasm. She'd added her other arm into the mix, holding Vinyl by both wrists to bounce her against her cock.

That side profile was really something. One mare with supermodel proportions absolutely reaming out another with a porn star's body, big bouncing tits everywhere, a couple long horsecocks attached. This was someone's crazy, horny fantasy.

Probably mine.

The impact of Octavia's hips sent ripples through Vinyl's ample rear, briefly distorting the symbol on the side. I think they were eighth notes or something. The ones that were connected on top. It was my first time actually seeing a cutie mark in person. Ponies seemed to have a habit of crawling on top of me before I could really get a good look at their butts.

And on Octavia was an elegant pink... what was it called again? That thing at the beginning of the measure on sheet music. I really had to study or something.

The way Vinyl's ass seemed to spill around Octavia whenever she slammed home was nothing short of hypnotic. With their practiced technique, they must have been very familiar with pleasuring one another.

Well, one of them was, at least. Vinyl hadn't made an intelligible sound that wasn't "Fuck!" since receiving Octavia's first thrust. Her cock flailed about wildly with their movements, the tip seeming to brush against her hanging tits. Despite the protest beforehand, I think Vinyl was enjoying herself.

Octavia, however, still appeared stern. There was no variation in her movements or signs of passion. Almost as though she'd found the most efficient way to get her childhood friend off ages ago and stuck with it ever since. Like fucking Vinyl into a blubbering mess was just another day in the office.

Vinyl's vocalizations suddenly rose in pitch. Her head fell, her legs quivered, and more of her sticky white stuff shot out onto her breasts and the couch. Actually seeing her orgasm gave me a better understanding of what I'd just gone through. A stray string, not even her first throb on her third load, shot clear past her body to the end of the couch. The puddle that started to form resembled college party's worth of spilled drinks.

And, once again, it just kept coming. Well over a minute of uninterrupted, consistent production just to stain the cushions beneath her. Meanwhile, Octavia hadn't let up either. She maintained her breakneck pace either oblivious or apathetic to her roommate's ongoing climax.

"Come on," she commanded coldly amid the muted splats of Vinyl's cum. "Get it out of your system."

The unicorn responded with a desperate moan, continuing to drench herself and her furniture in the results of her lust. Oddly enough, I couldn't smell any of it. Then again, I might have gone noseblind to it after having my senses overloaded twice.

It was dripping off of her chest by the time the flow let up. Octavia then swapped to sharper, full-length thrusts to be sure her partner would be milked dry. Her output spiked along with her cries, but it quickly petered out.

I was inclined to think she was spent. After all, I knew what it was like being under that particular mare. If she had anything more in the tank, Octavia would have forced it out. Then again, I'd been fooled by one of Vinyl's "finishes" before. There was also the fact that she was still erect. If it lasted much longer, I'd recommend she contact a physician.

Octavia must have noticed the lack of any further squirting. That, or she no longer felt Vinyl clamping down on her. She pulled her mate back upright and wrapped her arms around her midsection, still maintaining her pace.

"Are you through?" she asked.

"Haaah," Vinyl answered eloquently. Then she tilted her head back against Octavia's neck and repeated herself.

"Really?" she said flatly. "Even now?"

I don't think Vinyl answered. Her next couple gasps were clearly involuntary.

"Will you behave?"

The unicorn nodded. Octavia slowed down.

"Will you make it up to him?"

Another nod and another deceleration.

"Very well," Octavia sighed, coming to a stop the next time their hips met. "I'll be quick. Just keep in mind what you said."

What did she say? Was this a case of female telepathy or did they do this so often that Octavia understood sex-induced gibberish?

The earth pony rolled her hips, stirring Vinyl up without withdrawing much length. Her grip seemed to grow tighter, though it still shifted depending on the angle of her cock. I guess even pony bodies could barely contain that behemoth.

Vinyl's member continued to flop about, throbbing occasionally but dripping only residual cum. Her moans resumed, but Octavia seemed deaf to them. In fact, she seemed lost in her work at the moment, having closed her eyes and dug her nose into Vinyl's mane.

It was hard to say how long they stayed like that. They were dead to the world and I was right there with them. It would have been a romantic embrace had it not been for the mess of fluids all around them.

Octavia inhaled sharply and lodged herself inside Vinyl as deep as she could go. Her head craned down lower, nuzzling against the unicorn's neck. I think I saw her whisper something, though I couldn't hear it over Vinyl's whimpering.

Then the whimpering died. Sound drained from the room. I thought I could even hear my heartbeat. But it wasn't anyone's heart.

From across the couch. Through Vinyl's body. I heard a deep thud. I heard her cock throb. Her arms jerked in time with the sound, getting displaced by the rhythmic expansion of her rod pressing against Vinyl's abdomen from the inside.

Then I heard her cum. A low rumble like a storm surge forcing its way through a drainage pipe. The first shot actually bulged through Vinyl's gut due to the sheer force of the ejaculation.

Octavia didn't move. She just locked herself in place as her orgasm washed over her. Her face betrayed not a hint of the flood she was currently pumping into Vinyl. Even Vinyl seemed to have finally conked out, her limbs falling limp while Octavia supported her.

Vinyl's stomach sagged forward after only a couple more shots, now steadily growing in size with each passing moment. Soon enough, Octavia was forced to shift her grip as Vinyl's belly made the bear hug more and more difficult.

My mind flashed back to my own experience. As overwhelming as it was then, I realized I still missed certain details of the ordeal. The audible pulsing. The speed and volume of her load. The scent of her magic as it easily overshadowed Vinyl's marking of the room moments earlier. I'm not sure I needed it, but this served as a reminder of what power looked like in a pony's bedroom. Nothing could compare.

It was steadily leaking out between them. The space between their hips had been thoroughly coated while it dripped down their legs. If it weren't for magic spells, the whole carpet would be ruined.

I closed my eyes and just listened, burning the sound of her climax into my mind. Just like Vinyl's thrusts against my face, it had a regular rhythm to it. After so much, after all this time, it hadn't lost any of its strength.

Would it end? I'd only ever witnessed one of Octavia's climaxes in its entirety. For all I knew, she could last for hours at a time while she was actually inside someone. That might be interesting to see. Or, if I was sure I could take it, maybe even...

Maybe shutting my eyes was a bad idea. I'd woken up early, sat through a long car ride, then got used as a cocksleeve twice. That's more than I usually get done before lunch. And now the soothing sound of Octavia pumping her cum into Vinyl was making me think dangerous thoughts. I needed a nap.

But would that be polite? To crash on your neighbors' couch after one of them fucked you stupid? I doubt there was much precedent for etiquette in this situation. Maybe just a second. Surely she'd last long enough.

And then I nodded off. Not long, I don't think. I didn't feel rested or anything. Just, one moment I was listening to the two roommates fuck and the next I felt myself being dragged farther along the cushions right before something heavy landed on me.

I opened my eyes to see the top of Octavia's mane, still silky smooth and coiffed despite it all. Her cheek rested on my chest while she stared in the direction of Vinyl's passed out form across the room. She felt quite warm in contrast to her calm breath. I guess her rugged body could heat up well before it got winded.

I reached out to her on instinct, something inside me demanding I stroke any soft, fuzzy animal within reach. And I managed to do so without my muscles failing. Maybe a micro-nap was all I needed to recover.

Or just more magic rejuvenation bullshit.

I wondered what to say. Was that little display supposed to be make up sex? Or was it "we'll make up later" sex? This sort of relationship was pretty baffling for my simple mind so I was hesitant to pry. But her lack of a smile called out to me.

Alright. I was at least somewhat involved in this dispute. I had to smooth this over. Time to lighten the mood.

"Comfy?" I asked for the second time today.

"Mph." Octavia's response was delayed and quite a bit less emphatic this time. I understood her lack of energy but the afterglow didn't seem to be improving her condition. She stared off into the distance for some time wearing something resembling a grimace. A grimace that, to my dismay, persisted even as I ran my hands through her mane. Then, I watched her steel her resolve.

"I want you to know I'm absolutely mortified right now." She still wouldn't meet my eyes.

"Why?"

"Why?" she parroted back, incredulous. "I invited you into my home, promptly deserted you for," she glanced around, finding no timekeeping devices in view, "A while. And during that time, my sex-fiend roommate bloody assaulted you!"

My hand continued to pet her head while she explained. I think scratching behind her ear didn't help me take her too seriously.

"She wasn't lying, you know. I was cool with it."

"I still don't think that was what you had in mind when you followed me up here."

"'I'll have you know that human men are thinking about that far more than you'd think."

"Then you're almost at her level," Octavia murmured.

She got a quip in. That was progress.

"I still made you stay," she continued. "If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have-"

"Met your roommate? Talked to both of you? Had a good time? Octavia, I'm fine. Are you upset?"

"Me?! I've got no right to be upset after what I just did in front of you! What I just-" She paused to cringe, quite outwardly. "I didn't want her to scare you off, okay? Our situation is weird enough as is. Her intensity doesn't help."

"You're pretty intense yourself, you know."

"I knew it! You are angry!"

"Octavia." I grabbed her by the cheeks and forced her to face me. "Look at me. I've done nothing but enjoy myself since I saw you in the hotel. If you'll have me, I want to come back here. I want to see you again." I glanced at the comatose form of Vinyl next to us. "Both of you."

Her sparkly purple eyes searched mine for a moment, no doubt finding innumerable "but's" to throw back at me. But, sometimes a little stubborn reassurance is all a pessimist needs. I would know.

"And if you really can't convince yourself I'm not lying, just pretend I'm a sick pervert after your bodies."

She sighed and let a smile wash away her concern. "You'd be in good company." She crept forward to nuzzle my neck. "Fine then. Just remember, you had every chance escape this silly life of mine."

"I'm enjoying the levity," I said. Then I kissed her forehead in a way that didn't exactly match the immobilizing weight of her body on mine. I'm not sure I could ever get used to being on equal terms with someone so imposing. "Plus, I can't back out yet. You did promise me dinner one night."

She rolled her eyes. "I suppose I have you trapped until then at the very least. What shall I make, I wonder?"

"I trust you."

"Don't," warned a raspy voice from the other end of the couch.

Octavia and I turned to see a bloated Vinyl pointing to us. That was probably the quickest recovery from "fucked unconscious" that I would ever see.

"Don't give her that kind of freedom. She'll break out the old cookbooks to impress you."

"And what's wrong with that?" Octavia shot back. "You like my cooking."

"I'm telling you, dude. She lures you in with a fancy salad dressing then bam! Suddenly you've got a plate of split pea soup jelly."

Uh.

"Sorry I try to make more than one thing, Ms.Curry-every-damn-night."

"Have you ever had to spit out my curry?"

"It would be good for my health if I did. You raise my blood pressure enough before all that salt."

"Oh you're gonna be salty alright. I'm gonna throw away all your gelatin."

They continued bickering like that while I stared at the ceiling. I allowed part of me to worry how a race of vegetarians produced gelatin while the rest finally got to processing these new relationships.

I didn't know Vinyl well, save for the biblical sense. She probably acts like that toward anything with a hole. Could I call her a friend? Friendly? Weird to be using those words after two rounds of sex and observing one more, but these were strange times.

Plus, she was close with Octavia, something I very much wanted as well. I was confident we had something going on, and not just in the bedroom. There was just the small matter of what that entailed with that other party in the mix. One that Octavia already told me she loved. If I wanted to be "someone else" for her, what would I have to be for Vinyl?

Ugh. Romance and lust had been blurring together these past couple of days. I couldn't keep up. When our heads were a bit clearer, maybe we could have a talk. One not resembling an argument in a sitcom. Or a porno. Eventually.

For now, I had to find a way back to my apartment before one of these nymphos decided to go again. Vinyl was already awake, something of Octavia's was starting to stir against my leg, and I didn't think I had the self control to say no.

I thought chaste thoughts. About work tomorrow, bills, some laundry. There might have been some potato salad in my fridge that should be thrown away. My mundane routine would return.

And yet despite my best efforts, I couldn't help but feel happy knowing these ponies happened to be an elevator ride away.

"Anon?" I looked down to Octavia still lying atop me with a concerned expression. I guess my smile turned goofy while my guard was down.

"What's so funny, wise guy?" Vinyl asked, feigning indignation as though she could do anything but roll toward me menacingly.

I just kept smiling.

"You're too much."

Author's Note

Writing as Anon is kind of weird. He's not supposed to have any recognizable traits but I can't help but use him to project my thoughts what with this being first person and all. Then I remember that he's not me and I have to keep in mind what he knows vs. what I know. Like, I know what a treble cleft is, but does he? Would a self-proclaimed boring office worker with scarce knowledge of music (save for some failed piano lessons) remember that symbol? I dunno.

From chapter one to here is what I'd envisioned years ago when I started this story. And it still took this long. This would be so much easier if you could just see my head and understand my thoughts. But nooo. I have to write it all out for you. What bullshit.

I'm thinking future stuff will be in a separate story. That way I don't have to worry about reworking my description too much. I've already gone well beyond the scope of that first night in the hotel. We'll see. I'll still mark this one as finished.

Thanks for reading.