Martin felt Vinyl’s electric blue field wrap itself around his stiff length, swirling and pulsing with a warm, insistent fire. It reminded him of a novelty sex sleeve he’d used once in his youth… only hot… energetic… alive… electric. Ok, maybe this was about a hundred times better than that toy.

Vinyl tugged him forward slightly with each pump, grinning up at him as she did so. “I know you’re not a quick shot, so I’m sure you don’t mind me giving you a little pre-show action?”

“V-Vinyl!” Octavia squeaked in complaint, body shaking under the continued stimulation of her clitoris, “I...I c-can’t w-wait!”

“OK, OK,” Vinyl sighed, stroke-tugging Martin’s fat cockhead to her friend’s parted folds, her tight pink inner-lips soaked with slick fluid.

Martin moaned as his cum-slick glans kissed the winking rosy flesh of Octavia’s snatch.

Hot!

Her burning heat made the grasping energy touch of Vinyl’s magic job seem almost cool in comparison - Martin had never even thought it possible that an animal could end up with such a red-hot internal body temperature. Viny’s tug continued to guide him in, pressing more and more of his sizable head against the snug slit that drooled and boiled with anticipation.

“Mmmnfh!” Octavia moaned out, as soon as the contact was made. With a quiver, she immediately pushed her deliciously firm butt backward into him, attempting to impale herself upon his dick.

Martin winced. The pressure against his penis was intense, uncomfortable. As slick and willing as Octavia’s swollen marehood was, despite the efforts of two ponies and a human to shove his dick into her, there was only so much that the tight slit could take. His cockhead mashed against her compressed lips as they struggled but failed to yield.

“B-b-buck… h-he’s too… big!” Octavia threw her head back with the last syllable, her black mane wildly spilling over her neck.

“Buck yeah, he is…” Vinyl muttered under her breath, eyes locked on the incredible sight of human meat trying and failing to stuff itself into pony snatch. She blinked, shook her head, and composed herself, sending more energy through her horn.

“Shh, Tav, you can do this…” Vinyl cooed, her magical field thrumming as it coaxed the little charcoal mare’s clitoris with pulsing hums. “Just relax, push back… thaaaat’s it…”

“Oh… sh-shiiit!” Martin groaned out, Vinyl’s technique was doing something. He could feel wet kisses of the firm, engorged clitoris pressing against his glans, winking out against him again and again, each time it withdrew, sucking him in a little bit deeper as if he were sinking slowly into quicksand.

An obscene, squelching sound filled his ears as Tavi’s pink inner labia finally parted enough to let him start to slide into her, agonizingly slowly at first… then faster and faster.

“C-Celestia! He’s so… huge!”

The burning, twisting snugness of Octavia’s pony pussy was divine. No human could compare to the muscular tightness, the fleshy, writhing, convulsive furnace of milking strength that suckled him and drew more and more of his cock into the depths of an erotic oven.

“Damn, you’re fuckin’ tight!” Martin groaned as he slipped past the halfway point, five inches of thick cock stuffed into the musician.

“Y-YeessSSssSss…” Octavia’s throaty groan of pleasure rumbled through her chest - an animalistic exclamation of satisfaction, she pushed back even harder, driving another two inches of plump cock-sausage into her body.

“UNnnnnnggGgghh….” Octavia grunt-groaned as Martin hit the bottom of her carnal depths, mashing up against the cervix of this little equine.

“Luna’s teats Tav’, I can see his bulge through your belly!” Vinyl grinned. “That’s buckin' awesome!”

“Mmmmgnnh….” Martin and Octavia’s moan in response was all that they could muster, the two pausing to drink in the experience of each other’s bodies, human and mare bound together, cock firmly embedded in cunt.

Martin had never felt anything like it, even without moving his hips, the mare’s pussy was grasping and swirling all around him, stimulating him more than Vinyl’s tongue during her blowjob. He wasn’t sure if she was doing it consciously, but it felt like he was in a hot, suckling, swishing washing machine on the turbo cycle.

Suddenly, three insistent, clenching spasms suckled him, each came with a shivering pivot of Octavia’s back. Martin felt his partner’s thumb-sized clitoris grind along his under-shaft with each shake.

“Oh…. oh f-fuck… I’m fucking…. CUMMING!”

Octavia’s sudden use of swear words was almost as shocking as the soaking sprays against Martin’s thighs as the little mare let loose a gushing spray of hot, transparent liquid.

“Damn Tavi,” Vinyl grinned. “If you popped that fast, this is gonna be a long ride… this human dude’s got stamina.” She worked her tongue around in her mouth, contemplatively. “He lasts way longer than any stallion I’ve been with.”

Octavia moaned, shaking in little trembles back and forth on her stud, wiggling her hips desperately.

Martin couldn’t resist his instinctive impulses any longer, reaching down and taking two firm handfuls of pony butt. As soon as his fingers dug into Octavia’s coat, she thrashed her neck with surprise. Her firm, yielding flesh, provided a perfect purchase to begin softly withdrawing from the vise-like confines of delectable pony plot.

He began pistoning back in, only a few inches of travel, in and out, steady and rhythmic. On each withdrawal, Octavia’s pink inner lips were pulled back with his cock, never breaking their airtight embrace.

“Sh-shit… yes…” Octavia groaned underneath him. He could see her face in the dark black glass of the television screen - a sweaty, drooling, panting mess. Her tongue was lolling out of her mouth, limply extending onto the coffee table. Her upper chest resting on the tabletop while he slid in and out of her. “Fookin’ yes…”

Martin noticed Vinyl’s ears twitch at the strange sound Octavia had just made, the odd accent was very unusual for him to hear as well, but he had other things on his mind at the moment… like starting to really hump into this tight little earth pony pussy. His cock was moving at standard time and tempo now, covering four inches in and out every half second, generating an obscene melody of squelching splatters.

“Yas! Shag my bloody arse with your big, fat knob!” Octavia’s usually prim and proper voice had morphed into the patois of a Cockney London chimney sweep. “Oh yes! Bugger moi achin’ twat! Harder you glorious feckin’ bastard~!”

“I-I think you broke her.” Vinyl blinked with wide, disbelieving eyes, seeing her uptight friend’s brain melting into a pile of mush before her.

Martin didn’t respond, instead grabbing her ass even harder, digging his fingers deep into her muscles, then thrusting forward with a vengeance, slamming nearly all of his dick into the smaller mare and pistoning it back out just as quickly. The long, consistent strokes sent his balls swinging, slapping up against her vulva with the end of each power-stroke.

“SH-SHIIIIiiiiite!” Octavia squealed, her left leg kicking out and making her fall onto the table completely, both hooves entirely off the floor now. Martin could feel her orgasming again around him, the contractions coming in waves that made her whole pussy wink and her asshole clench. “Woi w-won’t yew…. C-cum you… b-bastard!” The mare groaned out into the table, her eyes rolling and unfocused.

“Shit, dude.” Vinyl breathed, watching the show.

Martin gripped harder, jackhammering in and out of the smaller pony body under him. Sweat was dripping from his brow now as he jackhammered into the delectable and sensuous little cunt drooling around his thick and throbbing shaft.

Octavia’s swearing had tapered off completely, reduced to animalistic grunts and groans, followed by the occasional nicker and kick of her hooves as another mini orgasm wracked its way through her body, tensing her spine like a curved bow, before she went limp in a newly released puddle of mare fluids spilling from her.

*Plap Plap! PLAP!*

“Mmmn! Mmn! Mn!” Octavia’s little whimpers were all that could follow the heavy flesh slaps of his thighs against her asscheeks.

*Plap Plap! PLAP!*

“Dude, you’re destroying her, holy shit!” Vinyl breathed, some concern creeping into her voice.

*Thwack!*

The heavy crack of Martin’s left hand against Octavia’s ass filled the air with a snap as he spanked her left glute, hard. A stinging handprint and a quivering clench were the only replies Octavia could provide, her labored breaths sucking in oxygen desperately to support her body’s near-continuous orgasmic state.

*Plap Plap! PLAP!*

“M-maybe we sh-should take a little breather, huh du~ eep!”

Martin grabbed Vinyl by her shoulder, running as much on instinct as any logic. The cute little white unicorn was making sounds that were distracting him from power-fucking the tight gray pussy… and he wanted to do something with his mouth… so why not?

He roughly yanked the DJ to his face, no easy task with her added plumpness and thrust his lips against hers, driving his tongue past her strangely flatter teeth and into her mouth, all without slowing in his pistoning, powerful fuck.

Vinyl groaned in surprise at first, tense and resistant… then he felt her relax, felt her big, wide tongue play with his… felt her lean into him, her hoof exploring his hair and body.

*PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!*

Martin slid his right hand down from Vinyl’s shoulder, palming the mare’s asscheek and massaging it, letting his clenching fingers slip between her thighs. She was squishier, plumper… but she was also soaking wet under her tail. He couldn’t tell if the tip of his index finger was rubbing against her asshole or her slit - just that it was hot and wet.

“Mmmmnngghh….” Vinyl groaned into his mouth, shifting and letting more of his index finger slip into what was probably her pussy if the hard nub he felt at his knuckle was what he thought it was.

But he wasn’t going to be distracted - kissing and making out was nice… but he was fucking.

The coffee table groaned and creaked as his explosive thrusts ground it across the floor, inch by inch, all the force in his muscles thumping into Octavia’s pussy, which had long since surrendered the fight, now a drooling, sopping, gaping mess that quivered and clenched with uncontrolled reactions.

Minutes passed like this, Vinyl’s pony nose bumping against his as her tongue played in his throat… Octavia’s soft mewls and jerking body writhing under him as he pounded into her, slamming the coffee table against the TV stand… the feel of unicorn cunt gripping his index finger only a distant and dull sensation compared to the heavenly slick velvet around his cock.

Suddenly, Vinyl’s breathing increased until she too whimpered, and he felt the swirling milk of marecum on his index finger, felt her scream her orgasm into his mouth.

He watched her horn snap a brilliant blue again, and felt her field engulf him, sliding down his chest and firmly gripping the base of his pistoning cock as it plowed the last of her friend’s consciousness senseless.

The warm field wrapped around his balls, milking and coaxing them, as the unicorn pled in gasping groans, asking for unintelligible mercy for her and her friend. All lost in the muffling embrace of Martin’s kiss.

He felt his balls rising, felt his aching cock jump, about to release. Quickly, he slid his right hand off of Vinyl, breaking their kiss and letting her fall roughly to the floor to deal with the vestiges of her orgasm on her own. Hooking his hands back into Octavia’s hip bones, he drove one last time, deeper, harder than he ever had before…

He felt his cock end bump up against that deep, hidden barrier again, which could resist no longer… he slid through Octavia’s cervix, fully penetrating her to the hilt, driving his cock tip into her fertile womb.

Octavia’s head jerked up from semi-consciousness, her heart-shaped pupils dilated to different sizes and her eyelids drooping in different depths as she drooled a half-intelligent moan from her mouth - she was entirely gone, lost to the pleasure of non-stop human cock, all higher-IQ functions boiled away in a sea of pleasure-hormones.

But her body didn’t need her to be there - it knew what to do. Her final and most powerful orgasm wracked her, using every last burst of energy to milk the stallion bucking her.

Which made him explode.

“F-f-fuuuuuUUUUUUUUUCK!” Martin screamed at the top of his lungs, as the first heavy blast of cum rocketed from him splashing out into Octavia’s womb. Every muscle in their two bodies was combining to drain him, to empty him completely, to fill her as much as possible.

Splatter after splatter.

Rope after rope of hot, thick, potent human cum.

Vinyl watched him in wonder from the pile she’d ended up in on the ground as her friend’s belly expanded, in rhythmic throbs. Martin’s throbbing testicles were doing their job, jumping up and down, again and again, firing their magically generated volume into the ripe womb of the little pony, doing their best to impregnate her.

Octavia’s belly expanded, again, and again… eventually looking like she was months with foal. Even her belly button had popped out to an ‘outie,’ comically lifting her off of the creaking table.

“Sh-shiiiit….” Martin groaned out, as he felt the last trickle of ejaculate pulse out of him, barely able to leave the end of his shaft into the high-pressure of the cum-stuffed uterus.

With a creaking snap, the abused coffee table finally gave up the ghost, cracking and splitting in half with a spray of splinters and dust, sending Octavia and Martin crashing to the floor as well.

Martin tumbled as best he could, trying to keep Octavia from landing too heavily, his limp penis sliding out of her slick, loosened lips as he fell. Like uncorking a wooden barrel filled with thick honey, his creamy-white spooge burbled out of her like a waterfall, quickly adding to the puddle of other unspeakable fluids.

“Unnnghhh…” Martin groaned, carefully avoiding the broken pieces of wood as he rolled onto his side, happy to see that Octavia was napping peacefully, likely the most satisfied sleep of her life.

“So…”

Martin turned to see Vinyl also lying on her belly with a grin, looking at him with mischief in her eyes.

“...got any movies about dubstep DJs we can watch next week? ‘Cuz, I want a turn of what she got.” Vinyl nodded at her pregnant-looking, cum-waterfall-leaking, mewling, post-orgasmic-sleep-having friend.

“Next week?” Martin asked, still in a stupor.

“Sure, you said you wanted this movie night thing to be a regular deal, right? After our first session tonight, I can say I’m a fan!”

Martin groaned slightly, eyes unfocusing as he fell into an exhausted sleep.

This has been a story from the Movie Night group! Please go check it out and participate yourself!

Author's Note

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And thus we conclude the first Movie Night story!

I really hope that you enjoyed it!

It was a lot of fun to really give Tavi a fantastic ride that made her happier than a clam... and I think that Vinyl might have found herself a new toy that she'll enjoy. She definitely wants her turn.

So what's next?

Next is your turn!

Go to the Movie Night group and check it out. I want to read your story!

Is it going to be Twilight watching Harry Potter? Rarity watching The Devil Wears Prada? Pinkie Pie watching Willy Wonka?

The possibilities are endless! And I want to read how you write those stories!

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