Before Octavia could react, Vinyl redirected her aim, sending the final, hearty splatter directly at the mare’s plot, where it impacted across the cellist’s tight charcoal rosebud and winking marehood with a satisfying squelching splash.

Octavia blinked, turning away from the penultimate scene of the movie, where Mozart dictates his requiem mass to Salieri on his deathbed, their classical composition jam session breaking down the powerful piece into its component melodies, delightfully exposing the movie watcher to the deconstruction of a greater whole into its component pieces.

Furiously sparkling heart pupils glared at the panting, sweating, speechless human and the half-cackling, tummy-filled sticky DJ. Sure she was about to launch into an invective-laced tirade and plant two rear-hoof-shaped tattoos into their backsides.

Then her eyes glanced downwards, locking firmly onto Martin’s still proudly erect monolith, now complete with a rivulet of bubbling, steaming cum. She hesitated, ears twitching at the sound of the completed requiem mass playing behind her… then bit her lip.

“Daaang Tavi, you got it bad, don’t you?” Vinyl cackled, wiping the jelly-like spatter from her eyes. “That Mozart shit really has you hot and bothered, doesn’t it?”

Octavia’s eyes flickered angrily over to Vinyl, then back to Martin’s cock, whereupon she licked her lips longingly.

“Pft knew it.”

“Quiet you… you… hooligan!” Octavia’s voice sounded dry and crackly, likely a result of all the drooling she’d been doing. “I was simply… enjoying the music… a little too thoroughly, that’s all.”

“You know, Tavi… you just have to ask, and I’ll pop upstairs and get your cooler, strap it on and help you out…”

“Hmf…!” Octavia turned her nose up slightly in disgust, blinking and glancing from Martin’s cock to the human’s face. Martin, who was finally roused from his post-orgasmic throes, couldn’t help but notice the strong, little, British mare’s tail was still flagged sky high, and her eyes were still sparkling hearts of desire.

“Ah, you want me to get my cooler, then? Even when it didn’t fit last time?” Vinyl teased, cocking her head as if she’d misunderstood Octavia’s initial reluctance.

“Vinyl!” Octavia snorted and stomped a hoof, attempting to put a stop to her shenanigans, her eyebrows knitting together as she glared at her giggling roommate and friend before her eyes were inextricably drawn back to Martin’s groin.

“Ohhhh, now I get it.” Vinyl hummed, sitting up and tapping her forehooves together, pretending like she’d just figured out some great mystery. “...after all, why use a lifeless piece of silicone when you can take a ride on some… Big. Fat. Alien. Cock?” Vinyl waggled the throbbing erection in question left and right against Martin’s thighs with wet slaps on each syllable for maximum effect.

Octavia’s face flushed a bright pink, her nervous eyes doing their best not to make contact with either Martin, Vinyl… or Martin’s penis, and utterly failing.

Busted.

“I can tell you from first-throat experience that this stud can quench ya’, Tavi.” Vinyl giggled, sitting up and releasing Martin’s penis briefly, bringing her hoof down to pat her bloated belly, which looked like she’d just polished off a Hearthswarming banquet all by herself. “I mean, Mart produces more than a fireboat. What the hay, dude?” Vinyl giggled and nudged the blushing human with her elbow. Vinyl fell backward, laughing so slowly her bloated belly rumbled with joy.

*Buurrrrrp!*

Vinyl’s laughing was interrupted by a sudden and deep belch. But the awkward pause and the cum-scented burp only served to set her off even harder.

“Hahaha, I’m stuffed. If you had a cutie mark, I bet it would be a firehose!”

Martin tried to giggle along, but could only blush. There was a strange mixture of pride and embarrassment at being praised by the cute unicorn DJ who had just sucked him to completion, as her adorable, smaller, and very horny pony friend inspected him like he was a delicious piece of meat.

“Aww, he’s shy.” Vinyl guffawed. “You like ‘em all bashful like that, don’cha Tavi?”

Octavia blushed even more profoundly, heart-shaped eyes flashing to Martin and then away, as she chewed on her lip. With a stomp and a huff, she threw her head up entirely and turned away, facing the television screen, which was now displaying a scrolling list of credits to Mozart’s 40th symphony.

“C’mon Tavi,” Vinyl grunted as she lifted her plump body from her spot on the couch, rolling off the edge and trotting past Martin’s legs with a quick stride, “don’t put yourself through heat hell just so you can pretend you’re all hoity-toity… I know how you get when you’re horny.” Vinyl’s eyebrows waggled, and she grinned evilly at her friend, “...you naughty little filly.”

*Slap!*

Vinyl’s hoof thwacked against her friend’s rump with an audible clap. Instantly, the cellist’s thighs shook, and her tail flashed up even higher. A forceful clench sent her winking pink clitoris shooting out of her rosy-charcoal pussy, with a small squirt of fragrant marecum.

“Mmmnf!” Octavia’s adorable squeak was simultaneously the cutest and sexiest thing Martin had ever heard. “R-r-ruffian!” Octavia spat the epithet as if it were the worst insult that could be laid upon another pony.

“That’s my girl…” Vinyl chuckled. “Talkin’ dirty already. C’mon Tav, everypony here knows you want it…”

A soft whine escaped Octavia’s lips as her eyes shut tightly underneath a sweaty, steamy brow.

“...but you gotta ask, otherwise how’s Martin gonna know how bad you want his stiff, thick, monkey, stallionhood?” Vinyl grinned evilly.

Octavia hesitated, rivulets of sweat rolling down the side of her face as she literally shook with tension. Martin could see just how badly she desired him, the way her gaze kept flashing back to his dick, then looking away as she desperately tried to retain some semblance of modesty by staring at the wall as if nothing were happening and she was just waiting for a cup of tea.

Then her tail flagged again, and that big pink love button peeled her cunt lips back once more - she didn’t stand a chance.

“P...please…” She whined.

Martin started to stand up, his cock bouncing with rigid readiness to satisfy his lovely little equine friend.

“Ah ah ah.” Vinyl held up a hoof at Martin, pausing him in his movement to get behind that beautiful gray bottom, currently stuck up in the air, as Octavia stood with her rear hooftips on the floor and her forehooves back on the coffee table, well braced and prepared to absorb some serious shocks. “...please what, Tavi? Use your words.”

Octavia looked back at Martin over her shoulder, face filled with adorable longing, a weak and nervous smile emerging in her agonized, sweating face. Her ears were splayed backward, mouth panting slightly, utterly vulnerable in every physical and emotional sense at that moment. Martin wasn’t sure if he would rather fuck her or hug the squee out of her.

“...P-please Martin, would you… r-rut… my b-b… my… my bottom.” Octavia whimpered, the word ‘bottom’ falling out of her mouth with incredible difficulty.

Vinyl’s cheeks puffed out, and she slapped a hoof to her mouth in constrained laughter, tears forming in her eyes, as she stomped her hoof in mirth at her friend, desperately trying not to lose her shit - clearly needing a moment to recoup.

But Martin didn’t need even a moment to respond. “Yes. God, you’re adorable.”

“Dude.” Vinyl groan-chuckled, still having trouble containing herself. “You were supposed to make her beg a little bit… Bwahahaha! ‘Rut my bottom!’ That is the funniest way I’ve ever heard somepony ask to have their pussy stuffed. Fuck my ass, that’s funny!”

Martin couldn’t help but grin at Vinyl’s rollicking laughter and Octavia's annoyed response. Stamping one of her forehooves and snorting. Still clearing tears from her eyes, Vinyl pushed herself back up to a seated position, quickly grasping Octavia’s pert asscheeks and pulling them apart, revealing even more of the steamy orifices’ demanding attention.

“Alright, dude, you heard her… she wants your D in her asshole.” Vinyl grinned, moving her hooves slightly so that she was spreading the charcoal mare’s ponut slightly. “Surprising as she’s never asked me for anal.”

Instantly, the tight charcoal ring of muscle puckered and tightened, and Octavia’s whole body tensed with trepidation.

“N-no! Not my bum, Vinyl!”

“You said bottom.”

“Yes! My fanny, you fool.”

“Your what?”

“My marehood! I want Martin to rut my marehood!”

Vinyl nodded, snapping her horn alight and moving a small magical field over the drooling, plump, charcoal set of pussylips. With a flick, she spread the tight snatch open, revealing a twisting pink tunnel inside, its walls connected with sticky strands of marecum.

“Just so we’re clear, you mean this, right, Tav?” Vinyl played the fool, letting her field rest right over her roommate’s clitoris, toying and pulling at the swollen, angry nub.

“Mmmf!” Octavia squeaked. “Y-y-yes! V-Vinyllllllll!” A spatter of fluid shot out of her. Her hips gyrated up and down in the air, as she humped a nonexistent dick through her magic-induced orgasm.

“Well, then… let me help you two out.”

Author's Note

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Here's a short chapter, just teasing our prim and proper little cellist. Gotta be careful with that strategy though, priming up the quiet little mare may end up just having a gigantic, volcanic reaction!

Buckle up.