Another mundane day, another concert in Canterlot. Normally it wasn't the sort of event Shining Armor would attend of his own volition, but after the invitation he felt pressured to make an appearance, seeing as he was the Captain of his country's Royal Guards and thus a key representative of Equestria. Classical music tended to slip in one ear and out the other. He slumped into his seat, his buttocks sore after hours, and tried not to let his boredom show.
Luckily there was a fair mount of eye candy on display. Most of the musicians were quite attractive in a refined way, but his eyes were pinned to one mare in particular, a rather sultry dish who played the cello. At the moment he didn't care much what her name was, simply that he could maneuver himself into a position that offered him a nice view of her ass and puss.
Were anypony to catch him he'd simply play it off like he'd been checking out her Cutie Mark. It certainly wasn't an unusual excuse when all their junk happened to be on display most of the time. Luckily the elevated stage offered him a bit of a worm's eye view.
Of course that came with another small problem that quickly became a bigger one; he kept his loins pressed close together to hide a bit of peekage from his sheath. Down boy, save a bit of that for Cadance! He rubbed his flanks together, afraid he'd shoot a bit of cum all over himself then-and-there. Thankfully the room was dimmed, and so unless another pony focused on him, he was free to do what he liked.
So lost was he in such a divine view that he failed to notice somepony take a seat next to him. A hoof curled around his penis and started to stroke it. "W-wha...?" He blushed and looked over to a white unicorn mare who smirked at him, wild electric blue hair draped over colorful shades.
"Don't worry, nopony can see us here. I see you chose a private spot on purpose. Not that I blame you." She followed his eyeline to Octavia's privates. "She's a rather prissy mare who needs somepony to break open her shell. Or more like open up that slimy clam, if you know what I mean? A mare like me can only do so much for her. How would you like to be the lucky stallion?"
The idea combined with her soft rhythmic strokes made his flared tip trickle a bit of precum. "W-would that really be okay?" His wife had given him permission to sow his wild oats whenever they were apart so at least there were no holdups there. "I mean, only if she really wants it..."
"Oh yeah, she really wants it. Like so bad she masturbates herself senseless to sleep each night." She nibbled on his ears and levitated a key into his hoof. "Wait until the show's over, then meet her in room fourteen. She'll play rather coy at first, but you'll soon break down those barriers."
He swallowed hard. "I don't know. Sounds a bit too rapey for me..."
Vinyl Scratch straddled and wrapped her limbs about the unicorn when she kissed him. "Trust me, I know her better than anypony." He pressed his hooves into her shapely buttocks, thankful that in this dim little corner they went unnoticed. "It's her secret fantasy to be taken by surprise."
What he didn't realize is that when their mouths met, she'd slipped an enchanted and drugged piece of candy down his throat, one designed so that it would lower his inhibitions, and likewise made him rather pliable to her lurid suggestions. In the underground clubs she visited, such illegal substances were often exchanged, in return for sexual favors. He noticed she tasted rather sweet but paid it little more mind than that; at the moment he was too focused on his own pleasure.
He felt his member harden and stroke her moist slit which leaked over his shaft. While he desperately wanted to stick it inside, she simply settled on a lapdance, a bit of psychokinesis used to squeeze her supple tits which sandwiched his penis. She bit into his neck when he started to trace her pastel pink asshole, which clenched about his hoof. "Oh...oh, sweet mother Celestia...!"
He smushed her buttcheeks, started to moan only to thankfully be cut off when she kissed him deeply, simultaneously mortified and excited at the scandal that would erupt were they discovered. Juices erupted from him and spilled over her breasts and belly. She telepathically manipulated one tit up and the other down, let them brush over the entirety of his stallionhood.
Saliva connected their snouts once she withdrew. They heaved as one. Forgot about the enraptured crowds and the music that swelled around them. They only had eyes for one-another. He smiled dumbly at her. It seemed the more mares he laid, the more lusted after him.
Maybe it was down to his position. In a matriarchal society males of such power and status were rare. He'd been a shy, nerdy, awkward stallion in his youth; it was Cadance who approached him. He could have tons of mares desperately war for his affections, but he was happily married, especially since she wasn't afraid to let him have his fun on the side. Perhaps he'd let another stallion into their bed after all, to help them fulfill an unspoken fantasy.
"Clean up time!" She let her shades fall to the point where she could meet his eyes, her horn flared, and she levitated wads of his cum off her, which she deposited into her open mouth, one spurt popped in another another. She met his stare with lidded eyes, opened her maw wide, let it bubble in her throat, swished it about, like it was mana from Heaven. Then she slurped it down.
She hopped off him. "Save some for Octavia. later!" She raised her spiky tail skywards, and strutted in a overly sultry manner that swiveled her intentionally displayed ass, pussy, and breasts. She exited in the slowest manner possible in order to maximize the tease.
He resisted the temptation to beat off another stiffy that had started to form. Like she said he needed to save that lust up for dessert. He took one last look up at Octavia's privates, before he slipped away, found room fourteen, and let himself in with the key. He took a look at a dresser complete with a mirror, the baubles on the counter, a simple bed and chair. His heart thudded as he slipped into a closet and impatiently awaited the musician's return. With little else to do he decided to beat his meat, enough to keep him excited but not push him over the edge.
Nearly an hour passed before he heard the door creak open. "That's strange," came a refined voice. "Could have sworn I locked this." She sighed. "Must be Vinyl again. How many times have a told her not to enter unannounced? Especially if she can't be bothered to clean up after herself." The door was casually shut behind her when she wandered over to her seat. He had a nice view of the earth pony's cheeks spread with a smoosh when she slumped down in exhaustion.
Once she leaned forward to style her hair and touch up her makeup, her ponut peeked out amidst a pair of rather shapely flanks. Unable to hold himself back anymore, with a muffled unf, he used a spell to poke about her puckered butthole. "Eeep," she shrieked with wide eyes.
She stared into the mirror as he approached. "Wh-who are you? Shining Armor?! You're not supposed to be in here!" She shivered but found she couldn't move.
He laid his powerful hooves on her shoulders, and she slackened under his forceful touch. "Vinyl said you needed a nice hard fucking, and I'm here to deliver so that virgin pussy'll be a little less uptight next time." He lifted her up and took her place upon the chair with a cocky smirk.
"L-language," she whimpered and stared in horror as he position her spread legs over his hardened meat. She'd never seen such a large member in her life, let alone had anything that size inside her. He towered over her small frame. "Wait! I...I'm not ready for this..."
"Don't worry babe, we'll take it slow." She squeaked when he nibbled on her ear. Swished her tail back-and-forth when she felt his hot breath fall on her neck. He brushed his cock over her rectum and clammed up slit which started to reflexively water. She'd nervously fooled around with Vinyl a number of times, but never found the bravery needed to proposition a stallion.
His hooves wrapped tight around her hips when he lowered the mare and impaled her on the altar of his cock. She winced and whimpered as his length slid into her. A thin mixture of blood, her emissions, and his own dribbled down his dark and veiny penis. "It-it hurts," she whined.
"Relax. It'll feel nice soon, I promise." He slowly lifted her up only to drive her back down. Tears dripped down her cheeks and he brushed them away. "F-fuck me," he groaned once her vulva started to instinctively milk him. "Your sweet pussy is by far the tightest I've ever pounded!"
She flushed even brighter in confusion, unable to deny how wonderful it certainly felt, pain slowly transformed into pleasure with each thrust. Gradually he picked up speed until he started to bounce her atop his dick. She moaned and watched him forcefully take her in the mirror.
Her mind swam with confusion. She was simultaneously terrified and exhilarated at the idea that this powerful stallion had broken into her room and come to forcibly dominate her. She wanted to order him to stop, no matter how nice it felt, but the words stuck in her throat. Her eyes started to roll into her head and her tongue lolled stupidly from her mouth once her click started to rapidly wink. She felt her own warm excretions splatter messily over her loins and teats.
Groans escaped between his teeth when he bit into her shoulder. She whimpered repeatedly, felt her marehood clamp down harder around him, realized he was close. She couldn't believe the sounds she made, like some common mud pony whore in estrus. "I-I'm not like that," she mumbled tearfully to herself. "Please, release it anywhere else you like. Just not inside..."
His face twisted in ecstasy once he bottomed out in her so hard he struck her cervix. "Too late...!" The dams exploded and spilled a milky river into her. He forcibly bent her over the dresser, held her hooves behind her, and continued to buck into her, another spurt unleashed with each thrust. She whined and whinnied and felt mascara run down her cheeks.
They heaved as he stayed locked balls deep inside her. She was different from the more experienced mares he'd bedded in the past, but no less delectable. He smacked her ass and she cried out and came anew. He smiled at the red hoofprint left on her buttcheek and started to playfully spank them both. She was so damned innocent underneath that snooty exterior.
"Knew you'd come around to a bit of cock," cut in Vinyl who stood in the doorway with a camcorder pointed on the couple. A hulk of a red stallion hovered at her side. He stroked a bulbous member that somehow put even the Captain's marecunt demolisher to shame.
Warm semen dripped down Octavia's loins after he pulled free. She winced when he laid another smack on her derriere. "I think you've earned some real assplay," he said as he pulled her butt against his dick, and yanked her down with him, as he slumped onto his muscular back.
"Stop! I-I'm totally dry back there, and besides, I've never stuck stuff in that hole-"
"That's such a load of horseshit," cut in Vinyl. "I've definitely licked out that asshole-"
Octavia pinkened even while she felt a cockhead prod the circumference of her butthole. "V-Vinyl!" She hated to have her private sex life shared with anypony, even if she'd went further than ever today. Nevertheless she hated to admit she'd ever experimented with another mare.
Any fresh words ended up swallowed by a cry as his shaft sunk into her hindquarters. Vinyl smiled at the red stallion. "Go on, Big Mac. Help them make a sandwich!" The titan-like farm pony wasted no time, positioned above the musician for a moment, before he sunk his massive member into a still pretty fresh cunt. A stupid smile lit his face as he drove into her.
"Eeyup," the blissfully delirious stallion intoned.
Vinyl smacked his muscular flanks to make him ride even faster. "Yeah, let's break Tavi in!" She watched her roommate's face twist in bliss. "Always knew you'd awaken that inner slut!"
Shining Armor could feel Big Mac's dick brush his own, even through the love tunnels between their junk, and couldn't deny how wonderful it felt. He told himself it wasn't gay so long as balls didn't touch. They slammed into their maremeat faster-and-faster, competed to simultaneously please and dominate her, to the point where she whimpered and quivered between their cocks.
Schlicks sounded each time he yanked her down and hilted her, only for his partner to pull her back towards him, to the point where he bottomed out in her sweet horse pussy. She cried out repeatedly and bit her lower lip, splashed herself and them in her messy excretions.
"Damn she's tight! Wrapped any harder around my dick and it would probably hurt like hell!" He raised an eyebrow at the red stallion, who rhythmically continued to buck with him, his eyes closed and muscles that dwarfed his own sweaty. "You don't talk much," he huffed. "Do you?"
With a broad smile he answered, "Nope." Not that words were necessary now. The drugs continued to kick in more-and-more, pushed their hormones into overdrive, and simultaneously it became harder-and-harder for them to think clearly. Instinct overwhelmed reason.
Vinyl Scratch wandered over with a camcorder still held in one hoof. "Happy Birthday Tavi," she yelled as she lowered her haunches, then sat her pussy and shapely buttocks upon her face.
Octavia's shrill cries were swallowed with a, "Mmmph!" Her snout sunk deep into Vinyl's cunt when the DJ started to playfully shake her hips and bottom about. Juices squirted over her face. She closed her eyes briefly to avoid the hot and messy splash. Above her Vinyl made out with the titanic stallion who continued to help buck in-and-out of her now well-stretched fuckholes.
Vinyl bounced her buns atop Tavi's face with a snicker. Whenever she worked as a DJ at a private rave club, it wasn't unusual for her to let stallions she picked from the crowd mount her, where they would rut her hard as they could to the rhythm of the fast-paced trance, drum-and-bass, and electronica she played. Sadly most lacked the stamina to steadily keep up with her. Eventually their bucks would slow down, they'd cum once, and she'd toss them off like trash.
And whenever they dared come before she did, she'd order them to lick the creampie from her nethers, her hindquarters smooshed into their face to help her achieve climax. Groans escaped the stallions when they spurted at the same time, Octavia's love tunnels hosed down in unison. They slowly withdrew from her, likewise with Vinyl, who watched her friend heave below.
Vinyl smirked at her. "So, what do you think about your Birthday present?!"
Octavia snatched the camcorder. She'd realized neither of them were in their right minds, that they'd follow the orders of any mare that commanded them. "I think," she mumbled between huffs. "It's your turn! Wouldn't you two like a piece of that marecunt's meat?!"
She pointed a hoof at the DJ. Both the males were reduced to little more than horny fuckpuppets after the way the DJ had drugged them, the enchanted chemicals breaking down their inhibitions and rational thought, until the point where they were little more than ravenous beasts. Only now they recognized Octavia as the alpha female here. She'd brushed off their attempted domination with ease, and somehow, they sensed Vinyl Scratch would be much simpler to break.
"W-what...?!" Vinyl felt powerful hooves snatch her up, and her ass was pulled onto Shining Armor's cock, while Big Macintosh took position above, her legs splayed wide open when he plundered her cumdumpster with his cock. Before she could begin to voice a complaint, Tavi knocked the shades from her eyes, and sneered when she sat upon the DJ's face.
"You think I like to be bucked hard? Well I'm an amateur next to this turboslut! Give it to her hard as you possibly can, she's the sort of maremeat who won't settle for any less!" An evil smile painted her face when they started to brutally ram in-and-out of her roommate's entrances.
Vinyl clenched her teeth. She tried to complain, only to have Tavi run her nethers over her snout, and she desperately tapped at her buttocks, hopeful for mercy that wouldn't come. Okay, maybe she'd taken this stunt a bit too far, but it's not like her friend hadn't ultimately liked it?
She became dizzier-and-dizzier as her insides ached pleasurably from the pair of dicks that pistoned into her. They no longer saw her as the mare in charge; just another fucktoy to help them get off. Not that she wasn't used to such rough treatment from her time and the rave. She'd often end up fucked up on drugs and let a few stallions and mares with strap ons gangbang her. When she was in the zone it didn't matter much; whatever it took for her to feel utterly satisfied. Fortunately after a few banned aphodisiacs she would last well into the dawn.
Groans sounded from both stallions when they bottomed out in her at the same time and emptied their nut sacks into her slutty holes. Warmth rushed through her well-wrecked tunnels, followed by her shrill cry, as an explosion of her own emissions painted their cocks. "S-sweet mercy Tavi," she sobbed as her frame shuddered under the powerful stallions.
Octavia folded her hooves. "No...not after what you forced on me. Pull out of her." The stallions did as she commanded with a plop, and a stick white stream flooded from her entrances. "Now lift her up." They raised her from the floor. "And make a sandwich out of this piece of meat."
Vinyl's eyes went wide when her front hooves held behind her by the Captain, her back hooves raised all the way upwards by the farm pony, and her sore tunnels were forcefully invaded by a pair of thick shafts. They pressed their sweaty muscular bodies close to her, practically crushed her between them in their eagerness, and started to piston in-and-out anew.
"S-stop," she whined with teary eyes, but one looked into their rape-crazed faces made it clear she wasted her time. She had no choice but to endure until they finally tapped out or Tavi halted them. Unfortunately, her friend now had a depraved look that matched her own earlier.
With a snicker Octavia licked the mixture of semen and mare excretions that dripped from Scratch's cunt down a dark shaft. She traced the phallus slowly as heavy balls slapped upon her cheeks with each thrust. At the same time she used her hooves to play with Vinyl's teats, poked and prodded at her pink nipples, squeezed her loins which were now stained all over.
Veins were visible over their strained physiques when they clenched their teeth in preparation to pop. They bit the nape of her neck and shoulder, seized her asscheeks and tits,wailed as they started to shoot another intense load. Tavi punched Vinyl hard in the belly to make her clamp down further; in response the DJ instinctively clenched. Her holes milked their testicles empty.
She shuddered and heaved as they slowed. Her eyes were bloodshot. "A-are you satisfied yet...?"
Octavia shook her head. "No. You tried to break me. Not only that, but you thought it was funny. Well now I'll let these stallions take all their pleasures from you. Drop the bitch." They slid their dicks from her and let the cum-soaked DJ collapse. "Put that cumdump in her place!"
She seized the DJ by her electric blue mane, lifted her up to the stallions who slapped their cocks across her face, which left trails of semen, precum, and traces of her own feminine excretions all over her. "Let's have a little competition," said Octavia who knelt beside her. "Make your stallion cum first and I'll finally let you be. But should I win, you'll have to do whatever I say."
"You're on," answered Vinyl who rubbed her hooves around the earth pony's mottled member as she started to rapidly deepthroat him. She couldn't afford to waste any more time.
Octavia brushed her hooves around the dark shaft before her, traced his shaft with slow sensual licks, convinced a slow build up would ultimately help him finish faster.
However the stallions were far from satisfied. They picked the pair of mares up, pushed them closer so that their curvy asses smooshed, pressed their hooves around their partner's heads and forced them down. "Mmmphs," escaped the couple as they were brutally deepthroated.
The brutes were neither aware nor would they have cared about any contest. All they could think about was how best to sate their pleasure. And now that Octavia had submitted back to them they were momentarily back in control. They bucked their muscular hips into their faces, lustily face-raped the bitches prostrate before them, mindless slaves to their own bestial lusts.
Nevertheless true satisfaction eluded the titans. Shining Armor's horn sparked as he weaved a spell he'd seen his wife use when she bedded another mare; a pair of double-headed dildos were formed from the colorful essence. The items poked a prodded at the mares' tunnels, until they were pushed inside, the musicians connected pussy-to-pussy and ass-to-ass. Their hindquarters rammed into each other under the violence of each hip thrust from the stallions. Marecum splattered over their voluptuous backsides under impacts that made them bounce and shudder.
Their faces were completely flushed red, while they were directed to sloppily suck ballsdeep on the slimy lengths, which towered over a pair now rendered completely submissive. The sounds of their noisy suckles, the slap of female flesh-on-flesh, and the schlick of their moist cunts filled the room. Occasionally there was a short chance for them to take a proper breath, by way of their heads pulled back by the hair, a string of precum and saliva still connecting mouths to cocks, as they took a moment to smack them back into place with their vein-covered stallionhoods.
Octavia was the first to feel an explosion in her mouth. Her cheeks puffed up under the hot sticky loads that filled her mouth and throat, she beat on his sides for mercy as tears filled her eyes, but he continued to hold her in place, until semen bubbled and erupted from her nostrils.
Much the same happened to Vinyl, but unlike her friend she no longer found the will to fight back even a little, but simply went limp as she choked on the flood of spunk that washed down her throat and messily exited her nose. She blinked back watery eyes and sputtered.
When the mares were released they choked and vomited up unbelievably dense wads of cum that spilled over their breasts and pooled on the floor. Immediately the stallions seized them by the manes, forced their snouts to the floor, made them lap it up under the unspoken threat that otherwise they would rape them some more. They tearfully lapped up the smelly foalbatter.
Not that their complete submission would stop them. At best they would be a tad less forceful. Nonetheless the stallions would continue until the aphrodisiacs eventually wore off which would only occur once their reserves for the day were completely spent. Until then there was no choice but to endure. The mares were traded between them over the next several hours, taken in every position they could think up, without so much as a real moment's rest between them.
Their battered holes chaffed a little under the constant friction. A fresh spray was unloaded into their mouths, and they were yanked by their manes, forced to swap the hot spunk between them. Their mouths met in an extensive kiss, where they swished the excess between them.
When they pulled apart Vinyl whispered, "I-I'm so s-sorry..."
Octavia cast her a weak smile. "Too late for that now. But I appreciate the sentiment."
Her nose ran as she sobbed. "I mean it. It's bonded with their systems! I fucked up bad-"
"And now we're fucked." She tried to lighten the mood with a crass joke, but that only brought their dire situation back into focus. "Don't-unf-cry, Vinyl. It's-huff-okay. R-really."
Vinyl shook her head. "No, it's not! Must've given them a dose much higher than I intended! It should've worn off by now! Know what's-ah-gonna happen to us? Well, it's probably flooded their systems, and they're likely ejaculating doses of it right back into us! Only it-umph-doesn't work the same way on mares; it'll make us more submissive over time! I-I'm about to lose it..."
Octavia took her hoof as the stallions continued to mindlessly buck them. "Just hold on! I'll-"
However the words were lost on Vinyl Scratch, eyes rolling into her head, tongue lolling from her mouth, her face twisted into a blissfully stupefied expression. She wrapped all her limbs tight as she could around her dominator. "Yes," she squealed. "Screw me harder! Smash my pussy!"
"N-no," whimpered Octavia who realized her friend's mind lied broken. She flushed harder with the horrible realization she'd be next. Her subconscious told her to surrender, that she could sacrifice all her responsibilities and worries in return for sheer endless pleasure, but the idea that she'd be reduced to no more than a broodmare made all her sore nethers clench in fear.
She started to openly weep, in contrast to the DJ, who lewdly pleaded for more. While her mind continued to resist until the bitter end, she felt her legs reflexively spread wide open as they could manage to allow his meat deeper inside, hooves moving on their own to draw his sweaty muscular torso closer. She trembled even as her cunt watered like never before in anticipation.
With the mares still impaled on their cocks, the stallions turned the pair around to face one-another, pressed so close their breasts rubbed together. Octavia winced as his knob smacked over-and-over against her cervix. Worst of all she started to openly moan with each thrust, pain mixed with pleasure, ambivalence transformed into obsession. A part of her wanted this!
"M-more," she heard herself whisper as her ears flattened back in submission. Suddenly all she could think about was how much she wanted these powerful stallions to put her in her place. No, she needed it! She'd sooner choke to death on their bulbous cocks than be denied them!
A part of her knew this was insanity but all rationality continued to bleed away. She thirsted for their dicks even more than she'd ever been passionate about her lovely music. It seemed so trite now. Why bother with all the hardship that came with her ambitions, when all it took to be satisfied was the ministrations of a stallionhood? She tittered like a filly in the heat of puberty.
"Octavia, I-I love you!" And with that announcement the dams finally burst for Vinyl Scratch who howled as she came all over her friend in a continuous shower. Further aroused by what she saw, Octavia soon squirted with her, the mares reduced to a pair of fountains that shrieked banshee-like. All inhibitions eroded once they submitted to their roles as fucktoys in return for euphoria.
"I...I love you too, Vinyl." Their snouts locked in a passionate kiss as they closed their eyes. Whatever had happened between them seemed inconsequential now. Why bother to resist the inevitable anymore? Better to simply surrender to the influx of indescribable pleasure.
Grunts escaped the pair of stallions between clenched teeth, their faces sweaty and strained when they bottomed out in their broodmares, their oversized cocks erupting inside their clenched pink love tunnels. Tears wetted Octavia's and Vinyl's eyes as they squealed and swooned and came all over each other some more; never in their lives had they felt so complete as a pair of dicks filled their needy pussies out. Their cunts leaked a mixture of feminine and masculine releases.
The males hoofbumped in celebration of the broken mares before them. Their minds had completely retreated and reduced the foursome to little more than wild beasts driven by primal instincts. Gradually the stallionheads withdrew with audible shlicks, and another small trickle from their slits, until they audible popped loose. Their vulvas continued to wink wide open and drip.
The soaked mares heaved, still held between them. Their broken minds twisted into expressions of stupefied exhilaration, eyes rolled into their heads, cheeks thoroughly flushed, tongues lolled from maws that drooled. Before such a display would have shamed the once virginal Octavia to the very core; now she would have happily become their bitch before the entirety of Equestria.
*****
What little sanity remained for them made it clear they simply couldn't return home to their old lives. They would have to leave the public eye and seek out a new existence. Thankfully that wouldn't be too difficult with Vinyl Scratch's connections. She would take them to a far away country, so remote even Shining Armor was unknown to its citizens, where they could eke out an existence fueled by shameless hedonism in extreme clubs hidden deep below the earth.
Music pounded so loud in their ears it shook the floors and walls. Graffiti and spraypaint depicted everything from rather lewd acts to even lewder suggestions. Multicolored lights flashed overhead and cast a shimmer over the club inhabitants, the mares and stallions tasty morsels who came from all over, decked out in jewelry, tattoos, or wild attire to accentuate their sensuality. They were a loose bunch here to simply lose themselves in the heat of the moment.
Many of the mares sheared their tails rather short, and kept their docks raised, an unspoken invitation that they wanted a stallion to ravish them into submission. It was a chance to relinquish all responsibility and completely lose themselves without so much as a care in the world. Lonely ponies and couples alike came to sate their most taboo desires.
Vinyl Scratch still had the muscle memory necessary to DJ, and she showed Octavia the ropes, to the point where they could take turns on point. Whenever they played for the cheering crowds, they would let a line of stallions and mares with strap ons take turns mounting them, desperate to feel more and more pleasure, to the point where the raves descended into full-blown orgies. The clubbers made love in every position imaginable, unconcerned with who they were with; all they wanted was a moist hole to fill or be filled, whatever would push them to further heights.
Rows of the most depraved clubsluts lined up for their pleasure. They bent low with asses stuck in their air and hindquarters parted to present themselves. Vinyl and Octavia powdered their shapely buttocks and their outer labias in a powdery substance, which they then slowly buried their snouts in, and wiggled them about to snort the drugs into their nostrils. They breathed in deep until their eyes fully rolled into their heads, and slobbered once their nethers started to wink and throb, snouts rocked back-and-forth when buried between buttcheeks and wet slits.
Pacific Glow settled at the head of the lined up mares. While her companions were stuffed in all their inviting holes by the cocks of numerous stallions, she beckoned Shining Armor and Big Mac over with a wave of her hoof, happily sucking on a dick-shaped pacifier to keep her teeth from chattering. The unicorn grabbed her tail between his teeth when he punched his penis into her pussy, while the earth pony mounted her curvy ass, her pigtails used as handlebars when they started to buck into her. She shuddered and quivered, blissfully wide-eyed, buttocks wobbling under their powerful thrusts as she pressed her hindquarters hard as she could into the pair.
They fucked in rhythm to a steady beat. It started at a casual tempo, then kicked up faster and faster, to a point where it was so hyper even the drugged up stallions struggled to keep pace. They smacked her asscheeks and teats about, groped and roughly handled her, reduced her to nothing more than a vessel for their pleasure, exactly like she wanted in her happily dazed state.
A short distance away Octavia and Vinyl Scratch mounted a pair of stallions who rested on the dance floor, and bumped hooves as they happily bounced atop them, competing to see who could make their partner ejaculate first. Each time a male finished inside them they used a marker to place a tally mark on the sweaty mares, whose flushed faces were twisted in shameless rapture down to tongues that draped from their snouts. The fact that so many could watch them mindlessly fuck away the days only turned the pair on even more.
Their swaying breasts slapped up-and-down with each movement of their hips. Sometimes they would turn around to ride them, so that the males could get a better view of their asses and ponuts, and sometimes they would sink a stallionhood all the way up their assholes inside. All they cared about was that they were stretched out and filled completely to better please them.
Pacific Glow bit so hard down on her pacific it broke. She spat the remains out, huffed as her snout opened and her tongue fell out, panting and squealing while the stallions roughly tended to her. "Yes," she demanded as they continued to slap her wobbly ass and teats. "Fuck me harder! Harder than that you damned wusses! Oh, yes! Yes! Break this slut! Obliterate my dirty fuckholes!"
She craned her head back to meet their hard stares with a submissively depraved expression. She traded kisses with the pair. Let them bottom out in her one last time when they came. Her satisfied wails echoed across the club, despite the loud music that droned overhead.
Octavia and Vinyl made out while another pair of stallions emptied their balls inside them. By this time their bodies were covered in tally marks, since most couldn't withstand their ministrations for more than a few minutes at best. Their lovely silhouettes crawled over the walls, cast by the neon lights that continually flashed over them. The mares hoof-bumped in celebration, nearly tied after hours of hard work to bed the entire club; while the DJ had more experience and a playfully whorish quality, Tavi maintained a certain innocent quality that made her rather desirable.
For the finale pacific Glow was led to the mare's restroom by Shining Armor and Big Mac, collared and leashed into complete submission before the stallions who conquered her. She sauntered with an exaggerated wave of her curvaceous buttocks. She smiled back at her well-muscled dominators. Her sphincter contracted and her vulva winked until it dripped down her loins.
She was led into a special stall that was wide enough to fit several ponies. Graffiti covered walls covered in lots of holes. She stopped before the toilet which was empty of water and started to lick its clean porcelain surface. A stallion who stroked his dick said, "Damn, what a crazy ass slut!"
Vinyl tapped a hoof on the wall. "You can come out now, boys! Fresh meat is here!"
Incredibly thick stallionhoods peeked from the holes, some rather limp, others already partially hard with flared heads awash in precum. Pacific Glow immediately took one in her mouth, started to suckle needily on it as she bobbed her head, each of her hooves wrapped around another pair of cocks. She rapidly stroked them as stallions and mares fondled and spanked her buttocks and breasts. The bolder ones played with her moist clit, poked around at her vulva and asshole.
When she felt the first throb of the cock in her mouth, she took the shaft deep as she could with the wall between them, felt the hot spunk explode into her mouth, until it puffed up her cheeks and erupted from her nostrils. She drank part of it down while the rest dripped down her chin and bosom, the excess a steady dribble that splattered into a toilet bowl with a stopper at the bottom.
A thick strand of saliva and semen still connected her mouth to the dick when it withdrew, only to quickly be replaced by another horny customer. She started to suck anew. Jerked off a pair of dicks until they came all over her and into the bowl. Gargled and chewed on another load that was fired into her wide open maw. Whenever a male finished another immediately stepped up.
Vinyl draped herself spread wide atop the raveslut, her hindquarters presented in invitation. "She's the current world champion, you know? Nopony's taken more cocks than her!"
More semen splashed over the mare's face. She opened her mouth to catch some of it, but far more soaked her, or splattered into the toilet bowl. Dozens-and-dozens of moneyshots were unloaded onto the clubber, to the point where the toilet was now halfway filled with thick white cum. Mascara ran down her cheeks, one eye closed, the other one almost sealed shut under white strands. She continued to suck and stroke and let cocks smack her hard across the snout.
Loose mares giggled as they lined up to scrawl lewd words in marker all over Pacific Glow, Vinyl Scratch, and Octavia. Likewise stallions took turns to casually mount and fuck the trio.
Vinyl cheered as she took another dick up her cunt, seized Pacific Glow by her pigtails, and dunked her head into the a toilet that now overflowed with spunk. There was a splash as the raveslut happily opened her mouth to drink up the hot loads. When she was finally pulled back up, she tittered, and needily lapped at thick wads that painted the seat, or now dripped down the sides.
She slurped it up as she took one dick after another, to the point where her belly swelled a little, filled almost to the brim with the seed of so many from both ends. Realizing that she wouldn't be able to finish on her own, Vinyl and Octavia trotted up to help her, their heads buried into the bowl as they too started to cheerfully lap up spunk that was still spilled into the toilet and onto them all.
It took well over an hour before they were able to swallow the loads of spunk. The flushed and sweaty trio shared the last of the sticky cum between them, their snouts met in a passionate triple kiss, and smacks audibly sounded as they passed the semen between them and swished it about.
To finish the night Pacific Glow started to masturbate, working herself into a frenzy of schlicks that cast about splashes of marecum. Meanwhile Vinyl was placed on her back by Shining Armor, and likewise Octavia by Big Mac, their lovely back hooves raised high so that the stallions could better buck into them. They slammed in-and-out amidst geysers of mare juices, grunted and groaned as they bottomed out in their horny bitches, desperate to blow their loads one final time today.
The musicians lazily looked to one-another with blissfully dumb faces as they were reduced to mere fuckmeat once more. Penises repeatedly smashed into their cervixes with every brutal thrust that made buttocks ripple. They squealed as their partners bottomed out in them in another cum explosion that dripped down the nethers and over their ponuts which contracted in pleasure.
Octavia smiled up at the raver who squirted on their faces. She licked it from the corner of her mouth. "Can we keep her? I'm sure you'd like that, wouldn't you boys?"
Vinyl smacked her lips to taste her releases. "Yeah, let's take this dumb slut home with us!"
A silly smile spread over Pacific Glow's face. "I'm all yours studs and chicks, to do whatever you'd like with." She winked. "How about you take me home and break me in some more?"
The stallions hoof-bumped in celebration and pulled back out of their lovers. Masculine and feminine excretions that were now mixed dripped off their stallionhoods and from satisfied marehoods that continued to wink and pump out the unbelievable excess. Pacific Glow merrily lapped the sloppy creampies up, traced their vulvas, anuses, and the sticky pools that now saturated the floor, insatiable no matter how much swollen cock and moist cunt she constantly explored.
She settled her pert backside onto Vinyl's face, moaned low as she felt the unicorn horn slide pleasantly between her vaginal lips, and leaned over to makeout with Octavia who was overwhelmed by her afterglow. Her breath was hot in Tavi's ear when she whispered, "I can't wait to be casually passed between you all. Use this cumdumpster at your leisure."
She noisily suckled and nibbled on Octavia's ears, who in turn wrapped her hooves around Pacific Glow's breasts, massaged them as she pinched and tweaked her erect nipples. Suddenly Shining Armor grabbed her by the hair, and forced her mouth down onto his dense cock. "Clean it up, fuckhole." With a look dazed by pleasure she obeyed. Her head bobbed up-and-down his shaft.
Not to be outdone, Big Mac rubbed his cock against her cheek and over her eyes, ripped her away with a plop as she traveled up the Shining Armor's entire length before she was yanked free, a mixture of saliva and semen dripping from her mouth, which was plunged onto the earth pony's mottled stallionhood. They alternated their plaything between them, Pacific Glow pushed down balls deep after several strokes, forcefully directed to suck on their members.
Grunts sounded from the stallions who continued to trade their maremeat between them. They moved closer together, to the point where their dicks practically touched, and she took both their shafts down her throats at the same time, choking a little as they brutally thrust their hips and deepthroated her. They clasped hooves around her head and seized her hair, slapped her cheeks, bucked sweaty muscular buttocks into a face smeared with runny mascara and tears.
It proved rather difficult to come another time after they had blown their loads so many times already, but Vinyl and Octavia did their best to encourage them, as the DJ continued to let Pacific Glow bounce her pussy atop her horn, and Tavi spread Scratch's legs and vulva wide open, her snout buried deep and rocked back-and-forth in a messy spray of marecum as she ate her out.
A heavy bulge lined Pacific Glow's throat when she hilted the stallions one final time, their hooves rough upon her skull as they hosed the inside of her mouth with what they could muster. Her pigtails popped free of their ribbons and fell loose about her. Her eyes rolled into her head and her cheeks puffed up, as more spunk bubbled from her nostrils and burst over her flushed face.
After they released her she pulled back and heaved her bosom, her maw opened wide to shot all the foalbatter between her teeth and on her tongue. She chewed on it like it was bubblegum, swished it about with a noisy slurp for well over a minute, and then she swallowed it with a broad smile. "Good little slut," the stallions said as they stroked her now rather messy mane.
This was their life now. A foursome that fucked and sucked at their leisure. They were free to retire in a small settlement Vinyl purchased nearby, but most of their time was spent in the club, where stallions and mares from all over came to endlessly share in hedonistic pursuits. Every night the trio of mares would have their wombs filled to the brim with splooge.
Whatever memories remained of their old lives were now so distant they bordered on completely forgotten. What once would have filled them with regret now kept them blissfully unaware. All they needed to do was endlessly indulge themselves. No one could judge them here. Little was off-limits. They would totally lose themselves in the heat of the moment until the end of their days.
Author's Note
I've been researching counter-culture movements a lot over the last couple years, and thought it would be cool to write some clop in a shady club, so here we are! This one went a bit all over the place, but hopefully I pulled it together okay in the end. Happy clopping!
