In less time than it took to blink, Vinyl’s nose pressed deeply into the denim of his jeans, and she took a deep, breathy inhale. Her nostrils flared wide as she snuffled deeply, filling her lungs with his scent. There was something incredibly sexy about that - about the animalistic nature of her desire. It was so bestial, so alien.

So sexy.

Very quickly, his pants were becoming uncomfortable, as the mare’s ministrations brought increased blood flow to his concealed prize - and she had noticed. The friction of her chin and mouth through the fabric was delectable - it reminded Martin of the time he’d received a lap dance at a friend’s bachelor party.

Vinyl’s pressure lessened, causing the nervous human to give out a brief sigh of relief until he looked down to see that the unicorn was fiddling with the metallic fly of his jeans, clearly frustrated that she could not manage to undo his pants using only her skillful mouth.

“Buck this,” Vinyl huffed through gritted teeth. A soft blue glow illuminated the room as Vinyl’s magical field took hold of his pants and quickly unbuttoned them. With terrifying ease, Vinyl’s magic lifted up his butt with her telekinesis, almost tearing off his jeans. “What the hay?”

She was staring at Martin’s gray boxer briefs with an eye roll, “Why do you humans wear so many layers?”

“V-vinyl?” Martin gulped. He could feel the nervous tension shaking through his body, he glanced to his left, expecting to hear a shriek of disgust from Octavia. “W-what about…”

“Oh, I wouldn’t get worried about Octy-” Vinyl chuckled softly. “When she gets into her music, she can get a bit… distracted.” Vinyl’s eyebrows wiggled naughtily, and her eyes flashed over to her friend.

*Pitter-patter*

Amidst the mighty and majestic tones of Don Giovanni, Mozart’s opera dedicated to his then recently deceased father, a strange liquid impact sound came in a staccato, offbeat cadence.

Martin’s eyes looked to Vinyl’s mouth. ‘Was she drooling?’ Yes, she was - but her drool wasn’t making its way to the coffee table below her, it was collecting in the fur next to her agape mouth.

‘So then what…?’

He traced his gaze backward, looking over the mare who was now standing on all fours, completely off the couch, her forelegs firmly planted with trembling intensity on the coffee table. The slender curve of her back, the way her spine had curled downward, putting an arch in her posture that raised her rear up into the air.

And what a rear it was.

Martin wasn’t sure if Octavia’s flanks were mostly muscle or fat. He hadn’t seen her in the gym very often, but he wouldn’t bet against the natural fitness of earth ponies that he had heard so much about… all he knew was that he had to admit, despite her completely different species, this girl had a fine ass. Pert, powerful flanks that clearly showed off her cutie mark as they quivered with contained energy. He’d seen his fair share of ponybutt over his time in this strange land - and this was quickly one of the top five sets of buttocks he’d ever had the pleasure to experience.

That’s when he noticed - something that he had never seen before in all the different samples of cute mare asses he’d witnessed - her tail was doing something… strange.

Instead of hanging lazily between her legs, the tuft of luxurious black hair was hiked straight up in the air, a brush-like column of wispy hairs suspended above her lovely rear.

Flagging.

He’d heard the term before, but this was the first time he was experiencing it for himself - his gaze slid down the plumelike tail, tracing over the cutely twitching dock of muscle that quivered with excitement… and that’s when he saw it.

A darker, almost charcoal shade of gray immediately told him that the bits he was looking at were different than any of the other fur on Octavia’s body. A tight, silver-dollar sized donut-ring of muscle was nestled between the curves of her glutes - a delectable rosebud of taboo delight. And right below it, separated by only a half-inch of quivering, smooth taint, were a set of puffy, plump, pony-pussy lips.

‘Holy shit.’

Of course, he’d had little glances here or there, it was impossible in a nudist society like Equestria. But he’d never quite had a view like this. He swallowed with wonder as he took in the fat, engorged vulva, so different than a human’s… and yet… so familiar.

Even as he watched, a sudden spasm tensed through Octavia’s body, her powerful asscheeks tensing and squeezing, which made her lips tighten and open, peeling apart like a spreading flower. With amazement, Martin saw a quarter-sized pink pearl slip out from the bottom of the pussy lips, parting her dark petals and revealing the carnal, steaming-fleshy-pink interior of Octavia’s dripping snatch.

A clear gush of fluid squirted with another patter to the floor, joining a pool of-

“See? She won’t notice a thing.” Vinyl grinned up at him, immediately snapping his attention back to his lap. “Now, let’s see what you’re packing, dude.”

“Vinyl!” Martin began, but it was too late, the impatient DJ had pulled his briefs down to his knees in a single swoop.

His man-meat sprung out in all its eight-and-a-half (and a little bit) glory, springing free of the waistband of his briefs to strike the side of Vinyl’s cheek with a gentle slap. He shivered from the feel of soft, warm fur against his member.

“Woah. Nice!” Vinyl exclaimed, her face a mixture of surprise and wonder. “Little weird…”

“Weird?” Martin arched an eyebrow.

Vinyl grinned up at him, then tapped the tip of his penis with her hoof. The touch was like an electric shock - a pony girl was touching his dick!

“Yeah, I mean, you got this weird skin covering it… and…” Vinyl slowly pulled back Martin’s foreskin, revealing his throbbing cockhead underneath, “...this is like some pink mushroom. Ain’t never seen anything like that before.”

“Oh.” Martin breathed tensely, worried.

Vinyl caught his nervous expression and laughed, gripping the base of his shaft firmly with her right hoof. The feel of soft, warm underhoof was bizarre… and so sensual.

“Don’t you worry… I like weird.” She grinned naughtily, shaking him slightly and making his pole waggle. “Especially big weird.”

“Big?”

“Dude, you’re probably the biggest I’ve ever seen, tied for first in length at least... and maybe a bit thicker…” Vinyl winked at him. “I may be a bit of a size queen.”

Before he could respond, Vinyl playfully nuzzled her nose into the underside of his base. The action made him jump for a moment, the feel of wet nose against his balls as she took a deep, sniffing inhale strangely. She’d laid his fat cock across her muzzle, the heavy meat plopped between her eyes and stretching up into her bangs.

“I mean, look at this thing - you’re as big as my head, Mart.” Vinyl chuckled, crossing her eyes to look at his cock. “I just hope I’ll be able to stuff it down my throat.”

“Wh-wha?”

In a smooth motion, Vinyl opened her mouth, reached her tongue out and slid it in a long, wet, sloppy lick from under his balls, up his shaft, and into his foreskin, wrapping its flat pink wetness around his sensitive head.

“F-fuck!”

It was like a giant, wet, hot paintbrush, covered in slime. Vinyl’s skillful tongue was so much larger than a human’s and so much better than anything Martin had ever imagined to be possible.

Her tongue bathed him in swirling, lascivious licks, coating him in a dripping layer of pony drool, leaving no part of his manhood untouched by the powerful muscular licker. She especially seemed focused on his head, dragging her smooth pink flesh over his cock slit over and over.

“You taste weird, too.” Vinyl smacked her lips, pulling back for a second.

“S-sorry? I g- unff!” Martin’s response was cut off as vinyl planted her hooves on either side of his lap then plunged her head down into his groin, burying half of his cock into her gullet in an instant.

The burning heat wrapping around the upper part of his dick was incredible, only matched in intensity by the pumping, swirling motions of Vinyl’s head as she bobbed up and down on his cock with hungry passion Her eyes were shut in concentration, each squelching, sloppy pump accompanied by a gulping swallow as she tried and failed to force more of his thickness down her throat.

“Sh-shit…!” The moan escaped Martin’s lips. He’d never had anything close to this intense before - the sloppy dripping saliva, the swirling of her tongue exploring every crevice of his head, the measured focus of her oral assault.

With a groan, he reached his hands forward, wanting to take hold of the little pony’s flapping, perky ears, and use them as handlebars to really drive his dick down her throat… but he resisted, barely. Instead, he leaned back, looking away from the incredibly erotic sight to refocus on the movie.

Salieri was confessing his devious master plan to his priest, admitting that he was having Mozart compose his own requiem prior to his death. He couldn’t discern the reaction from Octavia’s expression, which continued to be a steamy, drooling mess of a face, though she now seemed to be chewing her lip with a mixture of desperation and concern.

Her beautiful, tight ass squeezed and clenched with need, wagging from side to side with half-realized air humps, quickly becoming as much of a sloppy mess as Martin’s lap…

*Glrk!*

Martin felt the last of his cock disappear into Vinyl’s thirsty, clenching throat as her nose pressed against his groin, her lips slathering his balls in a coating of wet, dripping drool. She paused for a moment, swallowing his fat length over and over, the motion making her throat constrict and squeeze his sizable member.

*Glrk glrk glrk*

She didn’t pause long with his whole length embedded in her gullet - quickly, she began to pump up and down, slowly working larger and larger amounts of his impressive size in and out of her throat. At first, it was only an inch, then two… then half his cock… before she was finally impaling the whole log of human meat in agile gasping pumps.

“Sh-shit… V-vinyl!”

Martin’s hands were hovering over her mane, not wanting to disrupt the mare from her masterpiece of a deepthroat, his fingers clenching and unclenching in unconscious reaction to the overwhelming flood of sensations throbbing through his body.

Vinyl’s big red eyes shot wide and stared deeply into his - he could see the mirth and passion dancing in those fiery irises before she arched an eyebrow in mocking challenge and took his hands into her magical field. The strange glow felt warm, electric… and insistent. Her telekinesis quickly guided the human’s hands to her ears, the intention clear as the magic forced his fingers to take hold of the natural handlebars.

Quit it with the hover hands, dude.

Martin could hear the scolding admonition in the pony’s eyes as clearly as if she had said it aloud and didn’t hesitate a moment longer, firmly grasping her fluffy white ears and anchoring himself to the pumping rhythm of the pony. At first, he simply followed along, continuing to enjoy the wet, wild, sloppy mess of oral sex that Vinyl was bestowing upon him… but soon he began to grab a little more firmly - sometimes holding the mare’s nose against his belly, shortening or lengthening the frequency and amplitude of her work.

*Glrk Glrk Glrk*

Vinyl’s eyes were dipping now, rolling slightly in wonder and amazement. She was getting tired - and he could tell that she hadn’t expected him to last as long as he had. Maybe that was another advantage he had over his male pony equivalents?

It wouldn’t be much longer, though… Martin could already feel the telltale signs of his impending orgasm. His balls were clenching and rising with a twisted and coiled intensity, his already fat cockhead was expanding and getting jammed inside Vinyl’s throat as it throbbed past its full size.

If he was less overwhelmed by the impossibly erotic situation he found himself in, Martin might have remembered a phenomenon that had been affecting him for the past year since his arrival in Equestria: when he came, he came a lot.

Thick, spoogey, bucketloads of cum.

It had come as quite a surprise to him during the first jack off session after his immigration to this new land. He’d never gotten a straight answer as to why his volume and consistency had so exponentially increased - be it life-supporting magic in the air, or perhaps in the improved nutritional diet of this world. Extra zinc was supposed to improve your ejaculatory volume, after all.

But the complete messes he made would likely have required a whole zinc mine’s worth of output to explain. After his 15th four-second-long firehose pulse of cum, the batter as thick as hot hair-conditioner, Martin had worried that he would never stop cumming. Thankfully, the torrent did eventually subside, requiring two buckets and a mop to clean up his bathroom.

So it was probably magic-related... It wasn’t exactly a dilemma he was willing to discuss with Twilight Sparkle.

Instead, he had resolved to relieve himself only periodically, to decrease the amount of cleanup afterward. Sure, that had made his stored-up loads even larger and messier, but at least he only had to bring out the mop once every other week.

And it just so happened that on movie night Martin was sitting on a full, two-week backlog.

Vinyl didn’t stand a chance.

“Oh… oh oh shit!”

Martin shouted as his balls clenched to his shaft, and the first pulse of massive cum exploded from his tip, sloshing directly down into Vinyl’s belly. The mare stopped pumping, pausing partway down his shaft and looking up at him with her red, now sparkle-shaped irises, and grinned on either side of his cock, swallowing noisily as pulse after pulse streamed down her throat.

Each 4-second-long stream came with such a rush of toe-curling, endorphin pounding satisfaction that Martin could barely do much beyond grunt and grasp his fur-coated ear grips. There was no way to warn Vinyl that he was barely halfway finished.

The mare’s cocksure grin faded, shock and realization coming into her eyes as her filling and expanding belly quickly became so stuffed with human man batter that Martin’s next pulse had nowhere to go but out.

With a coughing gasp, Vinyl’s cheeks filled out like a chipmunk’s stuffed with nuts, and once that overflow capacity was filled - a messy snort sent twin streams of cum splattering out of her nose: the legendary ‘angry dragon.’ That was her limit.

With a retching pull, Vinyl tore herself free from his grasp, great gouts of cum spilling from her slack jaw and nostrils as she coughed and sputtered.

Freed from its pony throat confines, Martin’s cock still spurted thick, geyser-like plumes of human cum in the air, arcing part way to the ceiling before they rained back down from in dense, ropey splatters.

“Sh-shit, shit, shit!” Martin groaned, hips thrusting at each pulse.

The sputtering Vinyl took in a deep, relieved gasp of air, having finally cleared her esophagus of the glue-like gel and drawing in fresh oxygen. She took in a few gasping breaths, not able to prevent the massive cord-sized ribbons of cum from splattering across her face and mane, leaving her covered in a goopy, cinnamon bun style frosting layer.

“*cough cough* Dude. What the buck?” Vinyl exclaimed, finally grabbing his jerking cock and pointing it away from her snout, avoiding catching another blast of hot man batter into her stunned face. “This is just ridiculous.”

But she was already grinning, and with a naughty glance at her friend, she stuck her tongue between her lips and directed the hydrant like a stream at Octavia’s backside, playing with Martin’s cock as if it were a game at a waterpark. He was powerless to stop her, his hands clutching his knees now in blissful agony as he emptied himself. All he could do was watch as his last two massive spurts arched out, splattering across the gray mare’s lower back in a messy rope stain.

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Oomph.

That is one heck of a load. Apparently Martin's special cutie mark talent is being... prodigiously productive.

And now he's laid a rope across Octavia's back, what's the fall-out going to be!?