Doesn't Just Choke on Words
“Rainbow Dash’s sex was very hot and sexy, but not as sexy as her giant boobies. Each of her massive melons was the size of a volkswagen beetle...Wait,” Scarlett grumbled, squinting at the monitor of her computer screen, “who the fuck wrote this shit?”
“What shit?” Sektiss chirped, glancing over at her friend.
“This...This garbage! My god, it’s like it was written by someone who’s never seen an actual pair of tits before!” the crimson pegasus continued. Removing her headphones, she pushed herself away from her desk. With a heavy sigh, she facepalmed.
“It can’t be that bad,” the turquoise changeling said, her interest piqued. Standing up, she walked around to see what sort of abomination had evoked Scarlett’s ire. With as long as they’d each been recording dramatic readings of fanfiction, it was rare that anything would throw either of them off.
The two had known each other for quite some time, having met through their mutual interest in voice work. With similar goals in mind, they’d pooled their resources and equipment, ultimately renting a house together and setting up a small studio for their passion. While each of them did have to work a “standard” job, they viewed their online readings as a lucrative hobby, if only for the time being.
Strutting around to Scarlett’s station, Sektiss’ eyes scanned the page. Slowly, while she digest what she was reading, she began to grimace. “Yeah, this is pretty bad…” she finally admitted, after encountering the phrase ‘made their PP hard’.
“See, I told you! Who could get off to wacky stuff like this?” Scarlett bemoaned, waving at the monitor. Throwing her scarf over her shoulder, she cupped her bosoms. At a D cup, she was relatively stacked; yet, having read the offending analogy, she momentarily felt they were inadequate, compared to the size of a german engineered automobile.
“You’re telling me. Even if I made mine that big, getting around would be impossible!” Sektiss lamented. To illustrate her point, she increased the size of her bust to that of a pair of beach balls. Beyond looking silly, and destroying the buttons of her blouse, she nearly lost her balance.
Scarlett scrunched her snout and leered over at the shapeshifter. As a simple pegasus mare, she was unable to modify her shape and form; at least, without the use of alchemy or sorcery. “I just think it’s kinda gross,” she pouted, grossing her arms and turning away.
“What? Giant tits?” the changeling asked, raising an eyebrow. Slowly, her rack returned to its normal size.
“Regular tits are just fine,” she groused, snorting in consternation.
“Yeah, but what about other big things like…” Sektiss purred.
Before Scarlett could say anything, something thick and weighty rested against her tush. Facing away from Sektiss, she had no way of knowing what sort of trickery her friend was up to. Steadily, she moved one hand behind herself, allowing her fingers to graze the vascular surface of what could only be a…
“Horse cock…” the changeling breathed in the Scarlett’s’ ear, causing the girl to shiver. Pressing her chest, and newly formed appendage to the pegasus’ back, she giggled. Yes, being able to alter one’s anatomy at will did have its perks; although she preferred using it to better service a juicy marecock, or two, or a jester’s dozen.
“You know that’s different!” Scarlett bleated, squirming free from the ‘ling’s grasp. Wheeling around, and trying not to come off as too enthusiastic, she took in the sight.
With her top popped open, Sektiss’ naturally shapely torso was left bare, but that wasn’t what had the mare’s attention. Swinging freely below her skirt, sat at least a foot of fat, painfully heavy tool. Though she could only see the latter half of it, it was enough to get her blood pumping. Drinking in its details, from its fat vein, bloated head, down its bright pink…
“Did you seriously give yourself a Cadance dick?” Scarlett muttered, peering up at her friend’s face.
A blush crept across Sektiss’ cheeks, as she locked eyes with the pony. “S...shut up!” she stammered, her newly formed appendage twitching slightly. Yes, she may have used the pink alicorn’s mammoth meat-stick as inspiration, a totally unbiased choice, but that didn’t mean Scarlett could pick on her.
“You know what, at this point, I’m not surprised. Honestly, with as many hours as you’ve spend fantasizing about Cadance’s junk, you probably write sonnets about the thing,” Scarlett laughed, pinching the bridge of her snout. For as long as she’d known the changeling, Sektiss had been enamored with the Princess of Love.
The changeling immediately glanced over at a drawer in her desk, desperately hoping her friend hadn’t found the poetry she’d written. It was possible that Scarlett was bluffing, simply making a joke, but she didn’t want to risk it. Thrusting a finger in the winged woman’s direction, and with her cock hardening at the thought of her waifu, she glowered threateningly.
“You’re just jealous,” Sektiss hissed, glaring at her friend.
“Jealous? Jealous of your fat butt?” Scarlett countered.
“Of the fact that Cadance has the best member in all of Equestria,” the shapeshifter cooed. At the thought, the length between her legs began to harden, allowing her to idly stroke it with one hand. With her skirt now draped over her tool, her cantaloupe sized pair of nuts were now visible.
“I’ve had bigger,” the pegasus bluffed, fighting to keep herself from openly staring at the titanic meat in front of her. Regardless of color, the damn thing looked absolutely delicious.
“Oh, in that case…” Sektiss trailed off, as her dong marginally grew in length and width. Now as long as an arm, and nearly as thick as a soda can, she squeezed its base. “Is this better?”
Scarlett’s mouth, as well as her marehood, began to drool. It’d been quite a while since she’d gotten a proper fucking, so her body took note of the exquisitely displayed tool. With her eyes locked on the cotton candy colored shaft, she licked her lips. It was glorious, almost hypnotizing to watch, making it almost impossible to look away; that was, until she heard a haughty chuckle.
“You are such a slut,” Sektiss tittered, shaking her head. Besides voice work, the two shared an unbridled thirst for cock; especially the large ones.
“I mean, I never said I wasn’t…” Scarlett muttered, shrugging sheepishly. “Anyways, it’s not like you’d know how to use that damn thing,” she jeered.
“I...I would to! Cad...Er...I mean, I know I could fuck you stupid!” the flustered changeling remarked, leveling her rod at her friend’s head.
“How about you put your money where your mouth is and prove it,” the pegasus hummed.
Digging her thumbs over the edge of her shorts, she began pulling the garment down. She didn’t usually go commando, and she certainly hadn’t expected to be seducing her roommate, but it was laundry day, so she was bereft of any clean undergarments. As the article fell to the floor, yet before she could pull her shirt up and off, she felt a hand rest on her shoulder.
“Where’s the lube?” Sektiss asked.
“Lube?” Scarlett parroted, a look of confusion crossing her face. “Damn it, this is a recording studio, not a porno set! Why would I have lube down here?”
“Well, I’d let you use some of mine, but I ran out last week…”
The crimson mare narrowed her eyes at the drone. “You’ve been fucking in the studio?”
“N...no! I mean, unless you count fucking myself with my WickedWyrm Clysdale dildo. Everyone knows the best whorish moans can’t be faked,” Sektiss explained.
Raising a finger, and opening her mouth to protest, Scarlett remained silent. Her friend made a point. She’d gotten off on mic before, if only to really nail those high pitched climactic howls, so she couldn’t rightly say anything. Ultimately she shrugged, before squatting down to her haunches. With a lack of options, it meant they’d be relegated to using the good ‘ol combo of saliva, pre-cum, and vaginal juices.
Realizing what was about to happen, Sektiss stepped forward. Without preamble, she swung her semi-rigid length at her friend’s face, slapping the mare on the cheek. Before she could deliver a second blow, Scarlett reached up and caught her prick in mid air. With care, she guided it towards her mouth.
“The girl opened her maw, allowing her tongue to invitingly roll forth…” Sektiss narrated, watching the scene unfold.
“Do you want a blowjob or not?!” Scarlett grunted, leering up at the changeling. Suppressing a giggle, Sektiss resigned herself to enjoy the show.
Kissing the broad head of her friend’s regal marecock, Scarlett stroked its length. Even though it was the oversized simulacrum of an alicorn appendage, the thing felt fantastic. Heavy, well textured, and its taste was even better than its smell. Closing her eyes, enjoying the strangely musky scent, she took a deep breath. Slowly, she began fellating her buddy.
A broad grin split Sektiss’ face, as she watched the pegasus slobbering on her Princessly prick. Unfortunately, the oral, while adequate, was nothing to write home about. Though Scarlett had never really been renown for her blowjobs, the sight itself was impressive. Working her fingers through the mare’s mane, she pressed her hips forward, driving a few inches of herself into her partner’s throat.
At the unforeseen intrusion, Scarlett gagged and pushed herself away. “Hey! Don’t be an ass!” she barked, continuing to stroke the shaft in her grip.
“Just take a deep breath, relax your throat, and play with yourself,” Sektiss tutted, shaking her head in disdain. To think, after all these years, the girl still didn’t know how to suitably sample the sausage.
“How the hell am I supposed to play with myself if I’m choking on a - Hgggh!” her irate bitching was cut off, as fully a third of Sektiss’ dick plunged between her flapping lips.
“Well, I always like to tweak a nipple or finger myself. Helps to keep you relaxed too,” Sektiss said, cramming another inch or two into her friend’s esophagus. Now, with two thirds of herself buried within the silenced mare, she commenced to thrusting her hips.
Cut off from air, and with only the words of her strumpet friend to guide her, Scarlett fought to pleasure herself. Considering Sektiss was a prolific harlot, there may have been some merit to her advice, so she acted quickly. Thrusting one hand under her shirt, and the other to her groin, she aggressively started playing with herself. Angrily twisting her nipple, while plunging two fingers into her juicy cunt, she noticed something rather peculiar; she was actually starting to enjoy herself.
Sure, it may have been because of the mammoth member lodged in her throat, the lack of air, her fingers ravaging her g-spot, or some magical combination of the three, but the pleasure she felt was indescribable. As her eyes began to water, from the sheer intensity of the situation, she peered up at Sektiss. Unfortunately, her yearning look was mistaken for a silent plea, so the changeling hastily withdrew.
Hauling her saliva slickened unit from Scarlett’s gullet, Sektiss winced. Sure, she’d meant to bully her buddy a little bit, but she hadn’t meant to push her to tears. “Sorry, I got a little carried awa-”
“Why - Cough - Why’d you stop?” Scarlett wheezed, clearing her abused throat.
“Wait,” Sektiss paused, analyzing the mare’s reaction. Stooping down, and bringing her face closer to the pegasus, she smirked impishly. “You liked choking on it, didn’t you…” she teased.
In a rare moment of Scarlett’s life, she was at a loss for words. Her gaze, blurry and unfocused, wandered about the room, as her mind reeled at the implications of what she’d heard. Could it be, after all these years of reading lackluster fiction, she’d become a masochist? No, there was no way that could be true!
She hated voicing those contemptible, poorly written stories, yet she found herself inexorably drawn back to them. Like some addict in denial, Scarlett kept coming back for more, even though the overwhelming majority of them were painfully clichéd and lacked any allure. A sudden, gentle tug caused her to look upward, as Sektiss pulled upon her scarf.
“Bend over…” the voluptuous drone cooed, pointing to the workstation. Scarlett complied, getting to her feet and stepping towards the desk. Leaning over, she rested her elbows beside her monitor, while spreading her hind legs. “Good girl…”
Even with her thoughts clouded by her revelation, Scarlett knew she was about to get fucked. A bead of her nectar crept down her inner thigh, leaving a glistening trail in its wake. Glancing back, she watched her friend draw nearer. She couldn’t help but shiver in anticipation, as the changeling stroke the bright pink meat in her hand.
“Spread,” Sektiss lovingly demanded, gazing at the mare’s backside.
Scarlett reached back, prying her cheeks apart to give the shapeshifter an unabashed view of her goods. Succulent and wet, the her snatch was practically begging to be filled. Thankfully, she wasn’t asked to beg, even though she would have, as the broad head of Sektiss’ member pressed against her entrance. The moment she was penetrated, she gasped and her knees nearly buckled. It was a wonder the damn thing could fit, although she certainly wasn’t complaining. Inexorably, inch after inch ground into her, incrementally stuffing her canal.
Peering down at the mare’s ass, Sektiss marveled at the sight. With tectonic speed, she sheathed herself within Scarlett, not stopping until she was damn near fully hilted. Pausing and giving them each a moment to adjust, she steadily began to withdraw, watching the pegasus’ cunt cling to her escaping shaft. After freeing half of her length, she slammed her hips back forward, nearly causing her partner to crash into the table.
Holding on for dear life, Scarlett braced herself. Not only had her womb been directly impacted by the thrust, but her marehood was filled to capacity. Locking her knees, and praying that she’d be able to remain standing, her body rocked with each plunge. Swaying beneath her shirt, unhindered by any manner of bra, her breasts glided over the fabric of her garment. It wasn’t much, but the additional stimulation of her nipples against the cloth helped her adjust; at least, that’s what she told herself.
“Buck! You really are tight,” Sektiss groaned. Either she’d forgotten that she’d increased the size of her equipment, or was simply lost to the warm, inviting confines of Scarlett’s loving depths. Her balls, pendulous and ripe with seed, rhythmically swung forward to smack against the mare’s muff with each movement. Grasping her partner’s hips, digging her fingers into the ample flesh of her waist, she drove herself forward.
The last, particularly forceful thrust caused something to snap within Scarlett. The rough treatment, paired with the insanely intense experience of being impaled on a limb-sized cock, filled her with a burning desire for more. Balancing herself on one arm, she moved her free hand to her groin, where she eagerly massaged and teased her clit; that was, until something grabbed a hold of her wrist.
“Now, did I say you could play with yourself?” Sektiss tutted, with a playfully menacing edge in her voice. She didn’t really have a problem with rubbing one out while getting rutted; hell, she’d done it plenty of times herself. Although she was curious to test her theory about Scarlett being a glutton for punishment.
Sektiss’ movements slowed to a crawl, as she continued pistoning into the mare. “If you finish reading that paragraph, then I’ll give you your hand back…” she giggled wickedly. If Scarlett could pull this off, while getting plowed from behind, she’d honestly be impressed.
“T...the mares pussy was - Oh fuck - s...so wet and hot. It w...was - Mmmph - like a sexytime pizza p...pock - Aaaahn!” Scarlett mewled. Though she’d tried her best, she wasn’t able to pull it off. Narrating shitty fanfiction, while being skewered on an insanely large marecock, wasn’t nearly as easy as she thought it would be. Undone by her own hubris, and in a supremely ironic fashion, she resigned herself to being an unintelligible fuck-toy.
Though Scarlett had made an attempt, and subsequently failed miserably, Sektiss wasn’t satisfied. Her thoughts went wild, attempting to devise some other way to determine if her friend was a masochistic slut. While increasing the speed of her thrusts, her eyes settled upon her friend’s signature scarf, and an idea leapt to the fore…
Scarlett coughed, as the length of fabric around her neck was pulled tight. Her back arched, and her heart began to race, while an infuriating mixture of excitement and panic started to well up within her. She couldn’t breath, leaving her to gasp uselessly, but the amount of pleasure she felt was mind boggling. Despite the abrupt act, she didn’t struggle.
No sooner had Sektiss cranked down on Scarlett’s scarf, effectively strangling her friend, than the pressure around her tool increased exponentially. The additional resistance did nothing to slow her movements, as she relentlessly jackhammered away. “God! You really are a slut for this!” she laughed.
A stifled gag was all Scarlet could muster. Even if she’d wanted to reply, there was no way she’d be able to. With the scarf wrapped around her throat, she was utterly cut off from air. Strings of saliva dangled from her chin, and her eyes rolled around wildly, but that wasn’t the issue. No, the problem wasn’t the lack of air; it was the fact that she was in unimaginable ecstasy.
Scarlett’s marehood lewdly slurped upon the colossal fuck-stick plumbing her depths. Flapping fitfully, her wings twitched and spasmed on her back. From an onlookers perspective, it was an utterly fetishistic scene, yet she couldn’t be happier. With one particularly viscous plunge, causing Sektiss’ tool to grind against her womb, she spontaneously climaxed.
Feeling the Scarlett’s orgasmic explosion against her thighs, Sektiss peered at her partner’s ass. Moving her hand, from the mare’s hip to the dock of her tail, she pulled ruthlessly. “Cum for me again,” she growled, her domineering streak kicking into full gear.
With her vision beginning to tunnel, Scarlett acquiesced. A veritable eruption of juices exploded from her sex, spattering her legs and the floor below. Almost desperately, the mare’s cunt clamped down on the length inside of her, as if it hungered for her impending load of hot foal batter.
As fate would have it, Sektiss was edging closer to the tipping point. What with the sadistic display of control, and the fact that she was wielding her waifu’s equipment, she was nearly at her breaking point. Her nuts contracted, and her cock-head started to expand outward, as her body readied itself for what was to come.
On the verge of blacking out, with the world closing in around her, something catastrophic happened. The entrance of her sex rhythmically stretched, in tune with Sektiss’ throbbing length, although it was only it only lasted a second. In the blink of an eye, a sublime heat, as well as an unbelievable pressure, welled up within Scarlett, causing her eyes to roll to the back of her head. Pint after pint of spunk coursed into her, bathing her interior and filling her womb. The influx, coupled with her oxygen starved brain, utterly shattered her sanity.
Were it not for the fact that Scarlett were partially propped up by the table, and impaled on Sektiss’ monstrous mare meat, she would have fallen, although she remained upright. Her abdomen, acting as a literal repository for an insane amount of jizz, steadily distended and sagged beneath her, a testament to an internal capacity she never knew she had. Every fiber of her being screamed with ecstasy, forcing her body into a feedback loop of orgasmic bliss, all while the drone continued to empty her painfully swollen balls.
Sektiss, having fully hilted herself, fitfully bucked her hips. Having closed her eyes, she imagined that she was none other than Princess Cadance, while rutting the licentious love-bug known as Sektiss. True, it was a seemingly odd choice of mental imagery, but the imagined roll reversal was infuriatingly appealing. Woefully unaware of her partner’s gut rapidly expanding gut, or the sporadic gouts of cum flying out of Scarlett’s stuffed entrance, she rode out her climax.
Although she couldn’t pinpoint exactly when she’d passed out, Scarlett did just that. Acting as a cock-sock for her friend, her body subconsciously struggled to pleasure her partner. Her marehood tightly gripped the fat dick entombed within its depths, ensuring that most of the spunk stay trapped within her. Fortunately, her friend was nearly finished.
Opening her eyes, Sektiss peered down at the insensate pegasus. It only took her a moment to realize two things. Firstly, Scarlett had lost consciousness; secondly, that she was keeping her friend from crashing to the floor. “Shit,” she hissed, releasing both the scarf and Scarlett’s tail.
In her fervor to release the Scarlett, and prevent her untimely demise, Sektiss let the girl fall. Crumpling to the carpet, the pegasus twiched and heaved air into her lungs, while an exorbitant amount of cream drooled out of her now vacant and cavernous cunt. Though her mind was still fractured beyond belief, her higher functions slowly started coming back online, causing her to dreamily look upward.
Kneeling beside her friend, Sektiss chuckled. She knew the feeling all too well; that of being cum drunk, full of cream, and exceedingly satisfied. “Hey,” she whispered, patting Scarlett’s cheek, “you still with me?” Numbly, the mare nodded, causing her to sigh in relief. Honestly, she’d been slightly concerned that she may have broken her friend, but no longer.
Seating herself on the floor, Sektiss shook her head. She’d help Scarlett get showered, of course, as well as assist with cleaning the carpet, but a novel notion struck her. “Hey, you know what would be funny?”
“W...what?” Scarlett croaked, finally able to find her voice. She was still pretty out of it, but at least she had some semblance of sanity back.
Smugly smiling down at her friend, Sektiss brushed the sweat streaked mane from Scarlett’s face. “This would make a great shitty fanfiction for us to read…”
