Sinful Sabbatical

by Some Leech

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Profanity, Slice of Life, Anthro, Original Character, Aria Blaze, Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fetish, Comedy
Length: 15809

High Gear, along with her good friend Aria Blaze, takes a weekend trip to the beach for some rest and relaxation...

High Gear, having closed her shop for the weekend, decided to meet up with her friend at the beach. She and Aria go way, way back, which is a bit of a mixed blessing. As a fellow well hung and athletically toned dickmare, the siren knows exactly how to press her buttons, not like she really minds, but it tends to get them into sticky situations. Let's hope they have some fun, family friendly time together.

Kinks Include
Chapter One: Futa on Futa, Futa on Female, Oral, Anal, Vaginal, Size Difference, Threesome, Creampies, Various Positions, and Hand Holding
Chapter Two: Futa on Futa, Oral, Anal, Rimming, Light Domination, Submission, a Bit of Exhibitionism, and Footsies Under a Table
Chapter Three: Female on Futa, Futa on Female, Oral, Vaginal, Face Sitting, BDSM, Size Difference, Cumflation (Cum Inflation), Femdom, and a Bit of Power Play
Chapter Four: Wholesome SFW Content

High Gear belongs to Unnero11

Artwork by Bakuhaku

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Published 2019-12-18 21:20:02 UTC
Last updated 2019-12-21 16:53:12 UTC

Buxom Beachside Beauties Bearing Bulges

“What is taking so long?” Aria groaned, leaning against the beachside changing booth. Rolling her eyes, giving the wall a knock, she attempted to peek under the door. “Did you die in there?”

“No, it’s just this stupid - Gah” High Gear grumbled from within.

“Just this stupid what?” the pigtailed young siren parroted, dragging her hand over her face. As far as she was concerned, they were wasting valuable time, or losing their chance to pick possibly prime real estate on the beach. She started, as the door flew open, practically snapped from its hinges.

“Why do I have to wear the little one?” Gear lamented, adjusting her exceptionally small tube top. Her bikini wasn’t much better, barely concealing her nethers beneath its elastic fabric. Not only was the outfit painfully revealing, clinging tightly to her well sculpted frame, but it wasn’t the most comfortable getup either. Glancing over, taking stock of her friend, she scrunched her snout. Unlike herself, Aria was adorned in a modest one piece swimsuit.

“Because,” her counterpart began, stepping closer to the equally large mare, “you look positively adorable in it.” Her hand drifted over the coral pony’s muscular thigh, to a substantial bulge in the woman’s bikini. Cupping the mass, taking note of its heft, she grinned cheekily at Gear.

Knitting her brow, Gear reached down and cupped a similar swell at Aria’s groin. Though her fellow dickmare’s garments were much more conservative, they did little to hide the heat she was packing. She smirked wryly, as she met her friend’s eyes.

Much like herself, Aria was extraordinarily well built. Toned muscle covered her from head to toe, a testament to her athletic prowess and physical might. The one piece swimsuit, while covering nearly all of her torso, still allowed onlookers to appreciate her well defined physique. “Maybe, but I’m not as cute as you…”

Aria smiled at the earth pony, before giving a slight shrug. They could easily stand there fondling each other for some time, but that wasn’t part of the plan - well, not yet anyways. It had been her idea to take Gear out to the beach, having a soft spot for the ocean breeze and cooling waves, although that was only the first part of her scheme; step two involved something much more scandalous and, if she was right, her friend wouldn’t see it coming.

“Well, unless you want to get down there and bury your face in it, let’s find a good spot to get comfortable,” she relented. Releasing Gear’s junk, she clasped hands with the earth pony and pulled her away from the changing booth.

Gear froze, as Aria’s fingers laced with her own. She’d never had a problem with physical contact, not even in public, but holding hands with somebody was a bit of a weakness for her. As paradoxical as it sounded, romantic gestures and shows of affection had a way of getting her worked up like nothing else; while she could casually face fuck someone in broad daylight, uncaring of what onlookers thought, the act of being kissed or loving held was a like kryptonite.

Slowing, realizing Gear hadn’t budged, Aria glanced back at her. “Come on!” she pleaded, taking note of the slight blush on her friend’s face. Remaining composed, fighting the urge to smile, she pulled her companion along.

Normal tactics for teasing Gear wouldn’t work - she would know, she’d tried. Her last attempts to get the mechanic worked up, taunting her with her body and tempting promises, she’d found herself bent over and railed on a pool table; it wasn’t like she’d minded the experience, but being so casually and quickly fucked robbed her of the joy of protracted flirting and verbal edging. So, bearing all that in mind, she’d changed tactics.

Shaking her head, dismissing the act as happenstance, Gear stooped down, retrieved their cooler, and followed behind the siren. Strolling behind her, scanning for an ideal piece of beach to claim, she squinted in the bright light of the sun. Fortunately, the beach was littered with shaded areas and chairs, so it was only a matter of picking out a spot.

“This one will work,” Aria declared, pointing at a pair of chairs beside a dune. Pulling Gear behind herself, she approached the location she’d selected. It was relatively secluded, away from the splashing waves, and there didn’t appear to be any families nearby. Releasing her friend’s hand, she settled into one of the two seats.

Content with the spot the siren had chosen, Gear sat their cooler on the sand and retrieved a can of soda for herself. Cracking it open and taking a sip, she turned to her friend. “You want one?”

“Nah, I’m good for now,” Aria replied, stretching out in her chair. Resting her head on one hand, she made herself comfortable. She sighed contentedly, breathing in the salty air. The sight and smell of the ocean never got old, so beach visits were relatively frequent for her - that being said, it was pretty rare that she brought company.

“I should come here more often,” Gear admitted, taking in the sight of the crashing surf. The sound of the water, the wind in her mane, and the warm sun, it was all rather refreshing. It wasn’t often that she traveled to such scenic scenes, usually preferring to go to the cities for leisure, although she couldn’t deny the charm of the sea.

“It really is pretty, isn’t it?” she asked, watching the water rolling onto the sand.

“Yeah,” Aria whispered, turning to Gear, “but not as pretty as you.” The mechanic’s question, while honest, had opened an avenue for her continued toying. It may have been a bit underhanded, but she wasn’t going to let an opportunity that juicy slip by. Without waiting for a reply, she reached over and clasped her friend’s hand.

The admission, coupled with the second bout of hand-holding, caused Gear’s attention to immediately shift to the siren. Her cheeks went rosy, she broke out in a cold sweat, and she inadvertently crushed the can in her grip. The assertion, whether it was true or not, was completely unexpected, especially because of how casually it was delivered; but the assault wasn’t over yet.

“I’d gladly trade the chance of ever seeing the ocean again, if I could look at your beautiful face every day,” Aria murmured, nonchalantly looking away. Keeping her face impassive, struggling not to give herself away, she squeezed the mechanic’s hand.

Gear’s equipment, which had been neatly stowed away within her bikini, sprang forth like a starved animal. As the garment shifted, allowing her prodigious scarlet length to leap free, her pendulous nuts slipped from their confines, draping over her thighs. Her eyes desperately flitted about, looking for anything to distract herself, but that’s when she saw it.

There, creeping out from beneath Aria’s swimsuit, was the siren’s tool. Long, vascular, and sporting a set of ridges along its length, it gently throbbed in tune with the woman’s heartbeat. Watching it harden, growing larger with each passing moment, her pulse quickened. There were perilously few who sported a package that could rival her own, yet her friend was among them.

Fully aware that Gear was watching her, Aria decided it was time to strike. “You gonna look at it all day or start sucking…”

Without a word, Gear unseated herself and knelt by the siren’s side. If there was one thing that really got her going, besides public displays of affection, it was someone who knew exactly what they wanted. Leaning in, bringing her muzzle to the base of Aria’s shaft, she inhaled deeply. Just as her nostrils were assailed by the siren’s scent, her snout was pressed into her friend’s package.

“I may not have showered today, but I’m sure don’t mind,” Aria snickered, grinding the mechanic’s face into her equipment. She’d abstained from washing since the night prior, in the hopes of getting laid. She’d been friends with Gear long enough to know that the mare had a bit of a penchant for sweat and musk.

Suppressing a shiver, Gear’s eyelids fluttered. With her sinuses flooded by the powerful aroma of the unwashed siren’s goods, her ass involuntarily clenched upon itself. At her heart, despite having the fully functional equipment of a stallion, she was very much still a mare. Reaching up, seizing the base of the prodigious tool before her, she dragged her tongue up its length.

Salty and earthy, the flavors coursed over her taste buds, spurring her to continue. Softly stroking the root of Aria’s dick, as she bathed it with her lips and tongue, she closed her eyes and savored the moment. Sure, she’d been expecting to get some action, but not quite that quickly. Reaching the crown of the siren’s member, she slipped it into her maw.

Lounging there, watching the muscular mechanic fellate her, Aria was supremely pleased with her efforts. Not only had she succeeded in wrapping Gear around her finger, but she’d done so in record time. Humming contentedly, relishing the earth pony’s ministrations, she enjoyed the show. Sucking cock was all well and good, but watching a big, dominant mare slobber on your junk was magical in and of itself.

Drawing the siren deeper, feeling the fat tip bump against the back of her throat, Gear took a deep breath. It’d been a while since she’d fellated someone as well endowed as Aria, so she needed to relax herself as much as possible. Pressing her head forward, forcing the prodigious member into her gullet, she screwed her eyes shut; moments like these really made her appreciate the mares and stallions who seemed to effortlessly hilt her in their muzzles.

Continuing, rhythmically bobbing her head up and down, slipping Aria’s shaft past her lips, the sudden sensation of fingers in her hair caused her to slow. Peering up, with half of Aria’s cock lodged in her muzzle, Gear’s eyes went wide. The siren was looking dead at her, beckoning her closer. She’d just gotten her first tantalizing taste of pre-cum, so the invitation caught her off guard.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, Gear retracted her head. No sooner had the siren’s member been freed from her mouth, then she was pulled upward into an impassioned kiss. Pulled off balance, she was woefully unprepared for the amorous assault. Practically swooning, her tongue warred with the siren’s own.

With her coup de grâce complete, Aria pulled away slightly and brushed the hair from Gear’s face. The look on the mare’s face was stunning, to say the least. The mechanic seemed positively smitten, panting and blushing like a filly on prom night, so it was time to strike the final blow. Grabbing her friend’s shoulders, pushing her off, she cleared her throat.

“Do you want it?” she whispered. Gear dumbly nodded, unwilling or unable to form an answer. “Then get comfortable…”

Upon hearing the siren’s words, Gear virtually flung herself onto the empty chair. Lying on her back, spreading her legs, she ripped the bikini from off her waist. Shamelessly, she presented herself, as she watched Aria get to her feet. Subtlety be damned; she’d had her buttons well and thoroughly pressed, so anyone who wanted to watch her get a hard dicking could gladly watch.

Crawling between Gear’s legs, Aria smiled down at her friend. Clutching the base of her tool, guiding it between the firm cheeks of the mare’s rump, she shuffled into position. She could have drawn out their little game, she could have continued teasing her friend; but that time had passed. Rocking her hips forward, the tip of her spear ground into the mechanic’s backdoor.

“Oh fuck,” Gear groaned, feeling the girthy crown of Aria’s shaft penetrate her.

Holding one of her knees in each hand, the siren steadily plunged into her depths. The ridges along Aria’s length massaged her prostate, sending jolts of pleasure through her frame. Deeper and deeper she was filled, until the thick medial ring of her friend’s shaft popped into her. Now sheathing every glorious inch of her partner’s cock, she clenched upon its base.

Aria knew better than give Gear time to adjust. The mechanic liked it rough, and she had every intention of obliging. It was rare enough that she was given the opportunity to top her friend, so she seized the moment and started gently thrusting. The mare’s interior was a rare treat, warm and snug around her dick, so she had every intention of enjoying herself.

Wrapping her legs around Aria’s waist, Gear put her hands to better use. Pulling her top over her bosoms, letting them breathe freely, she tweaked and twisted her nipples. She could have stroked herself off, although the sensations afforded by the siren’s equipment would likely be enough to push her to climax. If she was going to get rutted like a mare, she may as well cum like one.

Slowly increasing in speed, Aria plowed Gear’s ass. Her weighty nuts slapped against the mechanic’s rear with each plunge, bouncing off the globes of muscular flesh. Glancing down, watching her friend fondle her tits, seeing the log of flesh bobbing and swaying with every thrust, ignited a fire within her. Fucking a snug cunt was never bad, but there was something special about banging another dickmare.

“H...harder,” Gear muttered, clamping her hole around Aria’s length with each backstroke.

As her p-spot was battered, a singular feeling began welling within her. Unlike the orgasm achieved by stimulation to her dick, release from anal was different. Slow, thrilling, and undeniably sensual, it was a completely different, yet remarkably pleasurable experience. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy getting bred, she just preferred to be the one seeding her mates.

Gear’s request fell on deaf ears, as Aria’s bliss mounted. Hammering away, caving to her own urges, she plowed the pony with increasing force. The primal impulse to fuck, to dominate and conquer, reached a fevered pitch. Peering downward, taking note of the enamored look on her friend’s face, she decided to dump one last bit of fuel on the fire.

With her eyes closed, fixating on the delightful feeling of the vascular cock pistoning her rump, Gear had no idea what she was in for. The first sign that something was wrong came when her hands were pulled from her breasts, as fingers fervently began pinching and pulling her nipples. The second came when she felt a set of warm, soft lips kissing their way up her neck, moving towards her face.

Her heart thundered in her chest, when she grasped what was happening. She didn’t fight it, realizing what was going on - no, she pined for it. In that moment, beneath the siren, she was a mare, plain and simple, and she was being treated accordingly. As their faces met, they kissed passionately, making out with one another while they made love.

Aria’s hips were a blur, while she jackhammered the mechanic from above. With their time nearly at an end, knowing she wasn’t going to be able to last for much longer, she played the last card in her arsenal. Breaking their kiss, slipping her muzzle to the side of Gear’s head, she breathed hotly on her friend’s ear.

“Cum for me…”

And cum Gear did. Her unmolested length gushed cum over her abdomen and chest, smearing her and Aria’s torso in thick, virile spunk. Crying out, holding the siren to herself, every fiber of her being screamed in ecstasy. Her legs trembled, her fingers dug into her friend’s back, and her ass seized around the fat tool plumbing her depths as she was rocked by orgasmic release.

The additional pressure around her tool, the symphony of Gear’s rapturous squeal, and the strong arms holding her tightly pushed Aria past her limit. Hilting herself, gritting her teeth, her cock throbbed violently. Pulling to her groin, releasing their payload, her testes send untold millions of sperm through her length and into her friend’s ass.

Locked together, awash in raw, unfettered pleasure, the two dickmares rode out their climaxes. Sweating, shivering in delight, their bodies pressed against one another. Though they were unaware of it, they’d caused quite a scene, with some onlookers enthusiastically watching, while others rolled their eyes and sought out a quieter bit of beach.

“Good for you?” Aria panted, pushing herself up to look at her friend.

“Y...yeah,” Gear croaked, feeling the siren softening within her.

The two looked at each other, grinning like idiots for a minute, before they started to laugh. Truth be told, they’d both fully expected to end up fucking one another, although they hadn’t anticipated doing it so early in the day, nor in public. Caught up in the moment, neither of them noticed a lone figure boldly walking towards them.

“So are you two done?” a voice called out, causing Gear and Aria to look to the side.

A black unicorn mare, with a peculiar white marking on her face, stood an arm’s length from them. Clad in a violet string bikini, the mockery of a garment did nothing to hide her svelte figure. Her cat-like, amethyst eyes bored into them, as she sassily cocked her hips. Whoever she was, her impudence and attire spoke volumes of her courage.

“Depends,” Aria groaned, unsteadily getting to her feet. Her semi-flaccid member flopped from her friend’s tush, dangling free and slick with sweat, as she turned to face the interloper. “What’s it to you?”

The unicorn shrugged and coyly smiled at them. “Well, I figured that if you two are gonna go to go to pound town and let half the beach watch, you wouldn’t mind some company.”

Aria and Gear looked at one another, taken aback by the brazen assertion. Given the nigh non-existent refractory period of dickmares, and the prospect of sating themselves further, the two grinned. Turning to the newcomer, there was only one question which remained…

“What’s your name?” Gear inquired, inspecting the mare from head to toe.

“Leech,” the unicorn chirped, flashing a cheeky smirk of her own. “So,” she continued, hitching her thumbs under the thin strips of fabric covering her rack, “are we gonna sit here chatting all day or is one of you gonna bend me over and fuck me silly?”

“Oh she’s mine,” Aria growled, her rut-lust reigniting nearly instantaneously.

Strutting over, circling the brave stranger, she ran one hand over the mare’s broad hips. Gear was quick to join her, walking towards them to face their new friend. Substantially smaller and more slender than themselves, Leech’s confidence and figure left little to be desired. Reaching down, caressing the unicorn’s inner thigh, her fingers slithered towards the woman’s painfully moist loins.

“Here, this should help,” Leech cooed. Flagrantly drawing her fingers through her snatch, she pressed her now slickened fingers to Aria’s snout.

Gear was at a loss for words, watching the mare unabashedly tease the siren. The uncontested gall and forwardness was painfully hot, causing her dick to twitch and harden. Aria, looming behind Leech, thrust forward, grinding her now turgid length between the unicorn’s thighs. As much as she would’ve liked to rut the woman senseless, her friend had already laid claim.

Locking eyes with Gear, Leech lifted one leg and ground her crotch against the throbbing marecock nestled against her marehood. Reaching down and back, leading the appendage to her sex, she bucked back and impaled herself on the siren. It didn’t take long for Aria to reciprocate, grabbing her waist and thrusting forward.

Utterly speechless, Gear watched the scene unfold. Though she knew nothing about this obscene unicorn, she had to confess, the mare was audacious as all get-out. Confusion aside, she was already rock hard and ready to get some action herself. Considering Leech had her cunt stuffed with marecock, she weighed her options.

While the prospect of bending the unicorn over and fucking her face was tempting, there was a far more enticing alternative. Since Aria was currently plowing Leech from behind, and the two were standing, the siren’s ass was left painfully exposed. Casually walking behind her friend, nonchalantly cranking her considerable length, she moved to her target.

Grasping Leech’s hips, thrusting into the buxom young mare, Aria took note of Gear’s movements. Releasing one of the unicorn’s hips, she reached back and pulled her swimsuit to the side. Glancing over her shoulder at the mechanic, making eye contact with her friend, her motions slowed by a fraction.

“Tell me you want it,” Gear chuckled, spanking the siren’s exposed tush with her dong.

“Tell me you don’t,” Aria countered, shooting her friend a wink. Briefly pausing, leaving Leech skewered on her junk, she released the unicorn and pulled the cheeks of her behind apart, revealing her winking pucker.

Hotdogging the siren, taking a moment to enjoy the soft buns sandwiching her shaft, Gear stepped back and readied herself. Aligning her tool, she gave Aria’s backdoor a few taunting prods before diving in. Unlike her own tush, the siren’s was a bit more broken in, allowing her to plunge in with relatively little effort - that being said, her silken interior was still delightfully cozy.

With the first bit of her length lodged in Aria’s ass, Gear shuffled forward and grabbed the siren’s hips. Delving deeper, burying inch after inch of her tool into her friend’s supple backside, she didn’t stop until her entirety was entombed. Thrusting forward, she signaled the debaucherous fuck-trail to lurched into motion.

As Aria was steadily banged by Gear, she doled out the same treatment to Leech. Sandwiched between the amazoness earth pony and the lithe unicorn, she attempted to find her rhythm. Fortunately, since Leech was relatively short, she was able to handle the mare with ease. Rocking back to meet her friend’s strokes, she was awash with the sensory delights of her position; her ass was stuff, her dick was wet, and she couldn’t be happier.

Standing on her tiptoes, doing her damnedest to keep her balance, Leech’s marehood was savagely pounded from behind. Making the best of the situation, she wantonly massaged her clit and toyed with one nipple. One of the joys of hooking up with larger partners was that they got to do most of the work, allowing her to play with herself with ease. Tilting her head back, openly mewling like a harlot, she filled the air with her lilting, sensual tones.

As Gear rutted the siren, her attitude began to shift. In spite of having just received a thorough banging, the domineering portions of her mind slowly crept to the fore. She was, for all intents and purposes, an alpha dickmare, and her actions started to reflect such. Sinking her fingers into Aria’s hips, pulling the siren to herself, she bucked away. In that moment, she was in charge, and she was going to make sure everyone involved, as well as any onlookers, knew it.

Freeing one hand, she reached up and pulled Aria’s head backward, while jamming two fingers into her friend’s mouth. Taking note of how deep she was, she adjusted her thrusting incrementally, causing her medial ring to directly accost the siren’s prostate. Her efforts were rewarded by a vice-like grip on her member, as well as a throaty groan from her partner.

“You like that?” she growled, pressing her tits against Aria’s back. “Being bred like some bitch,” she hissed, nibbling her friend’s ear.

Aria moaned around Gear’s fingers. Pressing herself back, clamping down on the mechanic’s shaft, her focus shifted from the unicorn sheathing her cock to the dickmare plundering her rear. It wasn’t that Leech didn’t feel sublime, but she had an affinity for being roughly pounded. Clenching her pucker, giving herself to the earth pony breeding her tush, her submissive side took hold.

“I’m gonna fuck your cum into that little whore,” Gear rumbled, jackhammering the siren’s behind. Removing her fingers from Aria’s maw, her hand slid downward, over her friend’s chest and to the nipple of one breast.

Taking note of the situation, Leech realized what she had to do. Igniting her magic, she assisted the siren with the task at hand. Her sorcery railed against Gear’s physical might, as the two pushed and pulled the siren to suit their salacious needs. Furiously rubbing her clit, hellbent on getting a cunt full of spunk, she pushed herself to the limit.

Caught between the strumpet unicorn and her burly friend, Aria found herself being used like some depraved sex toy. Besieged by pleasure, with every erogenous zone stimulated, her pleasure soared. Her shaft throbbed, nestled within Leech’s depths, and her pucker milked Gear’s length. It wasn’t long before the telltale signs of release were roaring towards her, leaving her shuddering with delight.

Viciously pistoning the siren, Gear could feel herself starting to flare. Releasing the siren’s hips, slipping both of her hands under the dickmare’s swimsuit, she tugged on her friend’s teats. She wasn’t going to last long, but she was going to make sure she wasn’t the first one to pop.

“Cum for me, you slut,” she snarled, hilting herself.

Aria cried out, as she bent to Gear’s will. Her second load of the day rocketed up her length, erupting into the mare impaled on her. Were it not for the combined efforts of the unicorn’s magic and the earth pony’s strength, she would have collapsed. Every part of her spasmed, shivering uncontrollably, while she climaxed.

The sudden influx of spunk blindsided Leech, sending her into a tailspin of rapture. The heat and pressure in the depths of her sex, plugged by the siren’s thick flare, sent seed flooding into her womb. Screaming incoherently, gushing her nectar over Aria’s legs and groin, she convulsed. Though her sorcery faltered, it didn’t fail completely, allowing her to stay in place.

With the air filled with the sinful screams of ecstasy, Gear peaked. Her marecock, ravenous to claim a mate, disgorged liters of jizz into the siren, painting the siren’s interior with her essence. Grunting like the alpha beast she was, she unloaded into her friend. Unfortunately, the second orgasm took a toll on her; her knees buckled, her grip slackened, and she found herself crashing over on Aria’s back.

The threesome collapsed, leaving the three in an obscene pile. Sweaty, covered in a cocktail of juices, and breathing heavily, the trio fell to the sand. The pile of limbs and bodies lie there, panting heavily and struggling to regain composure. Interestingly enough, Leech was the first to free herself, wriggling free from the heap.

Unsteadily pushing herself up, freeing herself from the softening dick in her snatch, she dusted the sand from her slick and sticky frame. With startling indifference, seemingly uncaring about the miniature stream of cum leaking down her thighs, she strutted over to the nearby cooler and retrieved a drink.

Though Aria was cum-drunk and on the verge of passing out, Gear wearily watched the unicorn steal one of their sodas. Honestly, she didn’t care, considering the mare had goaded them into a ménage à trois. Without skipping a beat, Leech sauntered back over and squatted down beside her, taking a sip of her pilfered beverage.

“So, where are y’all staying tonight?” the impish unicorn casually asked.

“The Gilded Horseshoe. Why?” Gear countered, peering up at the mare.

“You’ll find out later, hot stuff,” Leech shot back, winking at the spent dickmare - with that, she stood, turn, and trotted away, almost as if their encounter had been some nonchalant event.

Gear knit her brow, unsure of what the unicorn had meant. Regardless, Aria and she were a mess, coated in jizz, so they needed to get rinsed off relatively quickly; the last thing either of them needed was dried cum in their fur. Getting to her feet, dragging her length from the siren’s abused backside, she brushed herself off.

“W...what kind of crazy bitch was that?” Aria wheezed, watching the mare flee.

In truth, Gear wasn’t sure, although she had a nagging feeling she’d be seeing more of the unicorn again…

Cocktails, Cocks, and Tails

“You know, this really isn’t a bad little spot,” Aria noted, running her finger around the rim of her appletini. Crossing her legs beneath the table, she looked over at her date.

“Yeah,” High Gear began, taking a sip from her blue motorcycle, “it’s a nice place and the drinks aren’t bad either; not like that watered down stuff you get in the city.” The choice of drink, while tasty, was ironic, given that she was a self-taught mechanic.

After their earlier jaunt at the beach, the two had returned to their hotel room to clean themselves and recuperate. Their morning, which had become unexpectedly debaucherous, had been an interesting and pleasantly surprising experience. Even though they’d intended on simply lounging on the shore and soaking in some sun, they’d wound up rutting one another, as well as a sprightly young nympho, in a rather shameless public display.

The remainder of their day had been significantly less thrilling, though they’d enjoyed it nonetheless. Brunch, a bout of shopping, and ultimately a light dinner had filled their prior hours, before they’d decided to go out for a nightcap. Discarding their casual wear, the pair had gotten dressed and headed to a highly recommended bar next to their accommodations.

High Gear had selected a pink, open chested qipao dress. The garment, a striking crimson with stylized cherry blossoms, complimented her coral colored coat exquisitely. Aria had gone with a significantly less modest choice of attire, choosing to wear a painfully short black mini-skirt and matching tube top. Differences in fashion aside, their garb allowed them to conceal, barely in the latter’s case, a rather provocative bit of physiology.

Both Gear and Aria were dickmares, having the relatively uncommon combination of male and female biological traits. Tall, extraordinarily well built, and imposing, the two were, for all intents and purposes, women, albeit for their large, fully functional set of stallion genitalia. Beyond the anatomical quirk and heightened sexual drive, they weren’t much different from anybody else.

“Kinda sucks that we can’t stay here longer,” Gear lamented, casting a somber gazed at the gently rolling waves of the sea.

“Yeah, but it’s not all bad,” Aria rebuked. “It just gives us more of a reason to enjoy ourselves. Besides,” she continued, clandestinely extending one leg, “we can still have some fun.”

Maybe it was due to the fact that she’d been the centerpiece of a fuck-train earlier, or perhaps it was because she was on her third drink of the night, but she found herself pining for more action. Sure, she didn’t want her friend rounding their day out on a melancholy tone, though that was only part of it. In truth, ever since that little harlot had interrupted their reverie on the beach, she’d wanted another swing at the mechanic.

“True...Maybe we could-” Gear started, as something caressed her package.

Reclining, angling her head to the side, she glanced under the table. The toned, muscular calf of Aria’s leg was all she could see, considering the girl’s foot had slipped beneath the hem of her dress. The warm, surprisingly soft touch of the siren’s foot stood in sharp contrast to the cold, hard metal of her friend's pair of toe rings against her bare nethers. Looking up, a wry grin split her face.

“Don’t mind me, I’m just giving you a hard time,” Aria snickered, stroking the mechanic’s length with the arch of her foot.

“Alright, I think that’s enough drinks for you,” Gear laughed, leaning forward to snatch the siren’s beverage. Reaching for the glass, Aria brought her face forward, right towards her, and affixed her with a half-lidded stare.

“Or,” the fuchsia dickmare purred, continuing her impromptu massage of her friend’s semi-rigid tool, “how about you get me a nice, stiff drink.” Her hand crept forward, sweetly lacing her fingers with her date’s own.

The unmistakable invitation, coupled with the impromptu hand-holding, caused Gear’s cock to twitch. She’d had every intention of wrapping their night up with a good lay, though it seemed the siren was a bit too impatient to wait. Seizing her friend’s wrist, she got to her feet. Unplanned or not, she found herself compelled to oblige the siren’s request.

Having opted to go commando, the imprint of Gear’s partial erection was painfully obvious; spying it caused Aria’s heart to flutter. She hadn’t known if her gambit would work, given that it was still relatively early in the evening, but she wasn’t about to complain. Being pulled out of her seat and dragged towards the restroom, smiling like an idiot, she realized she was about to get exactly what she wanted.

Hauling Aria behind herself, Gear barged through the door of the bathroom. A number partitioned toilets sat along one wall, with sinks resting opposite. Plodding along, heading towards the final stall, she made sure to check that they were alone. It wasn’t like she was opposed to putting on a show, but she’d rather not get blacklisted from the bar.

The titanic dickmare came to an abrupt halt, as she entered the far stall of the room. Wheeling around, yanking the siren inside, Gear slammed her against the wall. Without pause, like a striking serpent, her head shot forward. Pressing her lips to Aria’s, worming her tongue into the girl’s mouth; her free hand dropped and glid down her friends back, where she sunk her fingers into her date’s tush.

Caught unawares, Aria’s eyes fluttered at the abrupt act. Wrapping one arm around Gear’s back, she pulled her friend to herself. Her growing hard-on railed against her thong, ultimately slipping out from the side of the flimsy piece of apparel. The undergarment wasn’t designed for a full-package dickmare like herself, but it really showed off her ass well, so she wore it relatively often; regardless, her member quickly tented her skirt.

Retracting her head, leering at the panting siren, Gear shifted her focus. Releasing her grip on Aria’s rump, she took a step backward and reached down. Shifting the front flap of her dress, drawing it to the side, she pointed at her prick. She knew she didn’t have to say anything, yet she’d be remiss for not doing so.

“Get down there and choke yourself on it, you slut,” she quietly growled, flexing her pelvic muscles and causing her dick to jerk.

Silently, knowing what was expected of her, the siren acquiesced. Sliding down the wall to her haunches, she splayed her legs and squatted. Bringing herself eye-level with Gear’s throbbing, rouge colored stallionhood, her mouth began to water. Traced with veins, nearly as thick as her forearm, the damn thing was a masterpiece given flesh.

Gently wrapping her fingers around its base, Aria angled it towards her face. The sheer weight of the thing was impressive enough, but that wasn’t the most captivating feature - no, that honor went to the heat and smell. Inching closer, bringing her snout to its broad tip, she inhaled deeply. The earthy, heady notes of Gear’s musk flooded her sinuses, causing her ass to involuntarily clench.

“There’s a good bitch. Go ahead, enjoy yourself,” Gear chuckled, watching the show. She didn’t have a problem savoring a fat, juicy marecock in her throat or rear end, but nothing quite beat watching someone worship her equipment.

Opening her mouth, Aria slipped the bloated tip of Gear’s tool past her pouting lips. Running her tongue around and under her friend’s shaft, the salty, slightly sour flavor of unwashed marecock coated her taste buds. Closing her eyes, relishing the cloying taste, she pressed her head forward, slowly driving more of the magnificent fleshy log into her maw.

Humming contentedly, enjoying the display, Gear grabbed one of the siren’s pigtails. Steadily pulling her closer, feeling the resistance of Aria’s throat, she snorted. Clutching the other length of hair in her free hand, she gradually applied more force, causing the girl to gag. Even if she hadn’t knocked a few back, the outcome was inevitable; the strumpet knew better than to poke the bear, now she was going to suffer the salacious consequences.

Inhaling deeply, relaxing her jaw and throat, Aria rammed her head forward. She’d asked for it, and was an abject whore for rough treatment, so it was time for her to kneel and deliver. The resistance in her esophagus yielded, as the massive length of meat descended towards her stomach. Resting one hand on Gear’s hip, steadying herself, she idly cranked her shaft.

With both her hands on Aria’s head, Gear started to buck her hips. Incrementally, her shaft plunged deeper and deeper into the siren’s muzzle. As her medial ring bumped against the girl’s lips, she drove forward, sinking the thick root of her tool into her friend’s face. Now practically hilted, spying the shocked look in the siren’s eyes, she relaxed her grip.

“If you’re going to blow me, do it right,” she chided, softly slapping her fellow dickmare’s cheek.

Pulling back just enough to catch a breath, Aria redoubled her efforts. Freeing her member, she clutched her throat. Bobbing her head, working the sensitive underside of Gear’s shaft with her tongue, she literally choked herself. While it was somewhat uncomfortable, she made sure to give herself air on the backstrokes - after all, it wasn’t her first rodeo.

Supremely pleased with her friend’s efforts, Gear relented in her efforts and resigned herself to enjoy the moment. Not only were the warm, snug confines of Aria’s throat exceptional, but it was one hell of a show. There weren’t many mares, or stallions for that matter, who were willing to throttle themselves while sucking a dick, which made her appreciate the siren’s actions all that much more.

The pair were so preoccupied with themselves that the sound of a slamming door caught them woefully off guard. Gear nearly fell backwards, dislodging half of her length from her friend’s gullet, while a muffled gag was all Aria could muster. Clamping her lips around the fat length of pony meat, the siren swabbed the appendage clean of saliva and precum while pulling it clear of her snout. Both mares pulled away and shot to their feet, doing their damnedest to make themselves presentable.

Aria was first to flee, scampering out of the stall, past the interloper, and towards the exit. Gear wasn’t far behind, though her approach was worlds apart; unlike her friend, who’d shielded her erection and nearly ran, she took her time. Strutting forth, her cock swaying from side to side, she looked the meddler in the eye.

The mare, a middle aged unicorn, impassively looked over at the mechanic - that was, until she saw the swinging, slick fuck-stick at the dickmare’s groin. Noting what had the woman’s attention, Gear slowed and grabbed her junk. She was not in the mood to deal with some uppity broad, after being interrupted.

“Either quit staring or start suckin’,” Gear grumbled, squinting at the lady. The stranger promptly averted her gaze and raced into the nearest stall, slamming and locking the door behind herself. “That’s what I thought,” she murmured to herself, storming out of the restroom.

Stomping outside, casting her head from side to side, she scanned the area for her friend. Fortunately, she didn’t have to look for long, given Aria’s size in relation to most ponies. The siren was loitering by the far corner of the building, concealing her groin behind the brick wall of the structure. With a heavy sigh, realizing their evening out had been cut short, she strolled to their empty table, downed the remainder of their drinks, and plodded over to her date.

Aria cooly watched Gear approach, knowing full well she’d likely get an earful. It wasn’t like her to run off like that, even if there were several folks about to walk in on them, so she couldn’t blame her friend for being upset. She was far from afraid of having an onlooker or two watch her get her get her throat swabbed, but the abruptness of the disruption had given her an idea. If she stopped, that potentially meant an even harder fucking as punishment…

“Thanks for ditching me,” Gear grunted, crossing her arms beneath her rack.

With a shrug, Aria turned and began strolling in the direction of their hotel. “I would apologize, but I don’t think I want to…”

Gear blinked rapidly, scarcely believing what she’d just heard. “Excuse me?”

“The way I see it, it’s my turn to top anyways, since you plowed me earlier,” the siren teased continuing on her path. “That is,” she whispered, glancing over her shoulder, “unless you think you can make me do otherwise…” With the bait laid, she looked away and kept walking.

Breaking into a run, Gear swiftly caught the siren and hefted the girl onto her shoulder. Wrapping her arm around Aria’s waist, she marched back to their room. With her patience at its limit, listening to her friend’s excited giggling, her pace increased. Having a blow job disturbed was bad enough, so having her date joke about who was going to fuck who certainly didn’t help.

Reaching their room, the mechanic pulled a key from her bra and let herself in, just before tossing her friend onto the mattress. Watching one of the siren’s tits pop free, as she landed on the bed, only served to stoke her fuming arousal. Re-locking the door behind herself, without looking at her friend, she uttered one simple sentence.

“If you’re not presenting yourself, by the time I turn around, I’m not using lube…”

Dragging her top up and over her head, discarding the garment, Aria fought to remove her skirt and thong. Even a professional bottom bitch like herself would have a hard time handling someone of Gear’s size without lube, so the threat really struck home. Frantically undressing, throwing her clothing hither and yon, she scrambled onto her hands and knees.

Aiming her derriere at the mechanic, the siren pressed her bare chest to the covers. Almost reflexively, she snatched up and pillow, from beneath the headboard, to rest her face on. Knowing her friend, she was in for one hell of a ride, so having a cushion to bite on wasn’t a bad idea.

Spinning in place, Gear reached behind herself and began unzipping her dress. Aria had done as asked, looking like a bitch in heat. Her pucker, pronounced and exceptionally well trained, lie nestled between the cheeks of her rump, just above her heavy, pendulous nuts. Stepping forward, eyeing the girls’ succulent behind, she licked her lips and slowly knelt by the bedside.

A hot breath on her taint was all the warning Aria received, before the unmistakable sensation of a tongue warmed her thigh. Up her leg, over one glute, the muscular appendage wandered, until it crept into the crack of her ass. She shuddered, as it ran around her backdoor, teasing her momentarily prior to worming itself into her.

Grabbing Aria’s upper legs, burying her face in the siren’s backside, Gear pulled the girl to herself. Truth be told, there may have been enough residual spunk in her friend’s colon to work as lube, but she brushed the idea aside. Groaning, nearly jamming her snout into the rump before her, she savored the lingering taste of her own cum.

Pressing her tush onto Gear’s face, Aria groaned. As far as she was concerned, when it came to ways of getting warmed up and adequately lubed, nothing quite beat having your ass eaten. Pushing her torso up, eager for more, she rocked backwards. Her violet length throbbed, leaking the smallest amount of pre-cum to the blankets.

Taking a deep breath, grabbing hold of Aria’s waist, Gear jammed her snout deeper. Almost cut off from oxygen, lapping at the siren’s innards, a loud, whorish moan filled the air. Swirling, twisting, and thrusting, her tongue made a mess of the girl’s backdoor, which only served to get her more excited herself. Finally, after her growing lust became too much to bear, she pulled her head back.

Feeling Gear’s withdrawal, Aria leapt into action. Letting her chest rest on the bed, she reached back, grabbed one cheek of her ass in each hand, and pulled her pillowy buns apart. Sooner or later, she’d be getting a thick length of cock crammed in her rear end, and she knew the mechanic had a soft spot for her slutty behavior.

“Atta girl,” Gear hummed. Licking her fingers, she brought her hand to the siren’s behind, before slipping two of the digits into Aria’s ass.

Aria whimpered, as her prostate was not-so-gently massaged. The two fingers were quickly joined by a third, then a fourth, while Gear worked the sensitive area with increasing force. Clenching around her friend’s digits, hungry for more, she shifted in place. Releasing her tush, she slipped her hands beneath her breasts and began to twist and pinch her nipples.

“Yeah, you better not try to touch your cock,” Gear laughed, milking the siren’s prostate. “If you want me to treat you like a whore, I’ll fuck the cum out of you like one. Now, if you want it, beg for it…”

“P...please,” Aria whimpered, wiggling her behind.

“Please what?” Gear sneered, idly cranking her shaft with her free hand.

“Please fuck me,” the siren pleaded, tugging at her teats.

As badly as she would’ve liked to stroke her dick, she knew better. Gear was as strong or possibly slightly stronger than her, so she realized disobeying wouldn’t end well - besides, she wasn’t against being plowed into a stupor. The fingers in her backside slowly retreated, causing a smirk to creep across her face.

Standing, Gear loudly clapped one of Aria’s cheeks, rewarding her with a yelp of surprise. Leveling the head of her prodigious tool at her friend’s upturned rump, she shuffled forward. Hotdogging the siren for a moment, savoring the soft and plump cheeks around her shaft, she retracted her hips, aligned herself, and brutally crammed nearly half of her length into the girl.

The sensation of being so abruptly filled was sensational, leaving Aria to mewl like a filly on prom night. Doing her best to stay relaxed, giving herself a second to adjust to the intrusion, her prick wetly slapped against her belly. Thankfully, her friend was kind enough to give her a brief pause - or so she thought.

“Well?” Gear grunted, knitting her brow.

“Well?” Aria parroted, peeing over her shoulder. Her friend stood, her arms crossed over her chest, glaring at her.

“Fuck yourself on it already,” the mechanic replied, fully content to let the siren take the initiative.

Aria didn’t have to be asked twice. Rocking back, forcing more of Gear’s cock into herself, she began to move. Little by little, the girthy member delved deeper into her behind. Relaxing herself with every backward plunge, and clenching her hole with each withdrawal, she skillfully worked the vascular appendage.

Pleased with the sight, Gear was stricken by inspiration. Glancing over to the coffee table, easily within arm’s reach, she spied the siren’s phone. Leaning slightly, snatching up the device, she activated the camera. Seeing her face pop up on the screen, she grinned wickedly and pressed the record button.

“Here’s how you can tell you’ve got ‘em hooked,” she laughed, extending her arm.

Taping the siren wantonly bucking at her dick, content with the angle, she brought the phone behind her ass. Given that she couldn’t see the screen, she was left to blindly guess what she was taping. Arching her back slightly, attempting to capture a closeup of the action, she waited a second, pulled her hand back, and checked the recording.

The film wasn’t perfect, but it wasn’t bad for a quick video. Sending the clip to herself, making a mental note to tease Aria with it later, she turned the phone off and placed it back on the counter. Resting her hands on the siren’s hips, digging her fingers into the toned yet yielding flesh, she drove her waist forward. Now that she had a memento for the evening, it was time to fuck.

Feeling the mechanic grab hold, Aria pushed her torso up. If Gear was about to take the reigns, she’d need to brace herself, lest she inadvertently collapse from the impending rutting she was going to receive. Locking her arms out, she looked down her chest, between her swaying breasts, to her friend’s plump, ripe nuts.

Nonchalantly, almost experimentally, Gear started thrusting into her friend. Enjoying herself, taking her time, drove more and more of herself into Aria’s ass, until her medial ring ground against the siren’s taut hole. Steeling resolve, applying more pressure, her efforts were rewarded by a subtle pop. So close to bottoming out, with only a scant few inches of her length left to go, she rammed the remainder of her tool inside the siren’s confines.

Aria’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, as she was hilted. The sensation was fleeting though, with Gear quickly pulling back. Seizing the retreating member with her pucker, hampering its efforts to escape, she was rewarded with a particularly violent thrust. Her entire body lurched forward, under the unstoppable impetus of her friend’s movement.

Having fully sheathed herself, Gear deep dicked Aria’s behind. Drawing out almost half of her length out, being sure to keep a firm hold of her friend’s hips, she sunk herself back into her mate. Forcibly bucking forward, while simultaneously pulling the girl to herself, the siren’s pastel tush rhythmically crashed back against her waist.

Moaning, holding herself steady, Aria was in heaven. Her marecock was drooling pre-cum like a faucet, making a mess of the bed, a testament to her abject delight. Her interior clung to Gear’s shaft, contorting and warping around the godly cock within her. The intensity of it all, of submitting to something so majestic, was unimaginable. Simply knowing she was being used in such a sinful manner was enough to push her close to the edge.

Gradually, with the air filled with the symphony of wanton groans and the drumbeat of flesh on flesh, Gear’s pace began to quicken. Harder and harder, faster and faster, she hammered into her friend. Given the octave of the siren’s lewd wails, she figured the girl had to be close, which meant only one thing.

Carefully, one foot at a time, Gear stepped up onto the mattress. Her change in position, while awkward to achieve, allowed her to do one very special thing. The angle of her thrusts shifted abruptly, causing her member to directly impact Aria’s prostate with each plunge. Freeing one hand, grabbing one of her friend’s pigtails, she pulled the girl’s head back.

“Scream for me,” she growled, continuing to breed the siren’s ass.

Between the change in position, Gear’s tone, and having her hair pulled, something snapped within Aria. Crying out, begging for the mechanic to rut her senseless, her mind slowly went blank. Lightning bolts of pleasure coursed through her body, pushing her to her limit. She just needed more, just the slightest extra nudge, before she’d lose herself to the maelstrom of bliss.

Looming over Aria, jackhammering the girl’s ass, Gear pulled Aria’s hair and gave one final command. “Cum for me, Slut…”

And cum Aria did. Her prick erupted like a geyser, spraying the blankets with her seed. Her stuffed pucker spasmed, twitching uncontrollably around her friend’s shaft, as she lost control. Trembling, her arms gave out, leaving her torso to crash onto the spunk soaked mattress.

Seizing the moment, quickly grabbing the siren’s waist, Gear went into a frenzy. Knowing she was in charge, an alpha dickmare and breeding stud, was supremely intoxicating. Plowing away, fucking Aria with every ounce of strength she had, she grit her teeth. She realized she’d passed the point of no return, considering she’d been teased in the bathroom earlier, so she was going to make it count.

With her orgasm starting to subside, and another rushing to take over, Aria’s consciousness waned. There were very, very few who could deliver a dicking on-par with Gear, so even a seasoned butt slut like herself would have a hard time coping with the unrefined savagery of it all. Holding on, sinking her teeth into her pillow, she did everything she could to please her mate.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the floodgates broke. Roaring, plowing every inch of herself into the siren, Gear’s shaft throbbed violently. The head of her cock flared, swelling to more than double its original size, locking itself into Aria’s depths. Pints of foal batter rushed through her length, causing it to stretch the girl’s ass marginally more, before they reached her tip.

A few drops, followed by a trickle, then ultimately a tsunami of hot, fertile cum exploded into the siren, surging into her guts and painting her interior with Gear’s essence. The additional pressure and heat were too much to bear for Aria, resulting in a spontaneous second climax. With both dickmares in the throes of rapture, their motions ground to a halt.

Gear was the first to recover, cracking an eye at her dazed friend. Pushing herself up, unsteadily getting to her feet beside the bed, she hauled her softening length from the siren’s ass. No sooner had the bloated head of her tool popped free, then a deluge of jizz gushed from the girl’s ass. The sight was amazing, sparking an idea.

Fumbling for Aria’s phone, Gear snapped several pictures before hitting the record button. Focusing on the siren’s abused, gaping ass, she plunged two fingers of her free hand into the leaking hole. Swirling her digits around, hearing her friend moaning incoherently, she kept the camera steady.

“And that, mares and gentlecolts, is how you do it,” she laughed, pressing the stop button.

Sitting down on the mattress, Gear watched and re-watched the clips she’d made. While she hadn’t planned on making any videos of fooling around with Aria, she found herself more and more keen on the idea. Sure, the angles weren’t perfect, and the quality of camera wasn’t the best, but the concept of being recorded was a novel one.

“Hey, Aria,” she grunted, nudging her friend’s leg.

“Huh,” the siren wheezed, groggy from the insanely good dicking she’d just suffered through.

“You know anyone with a studio?” Gear asked, showing the amateur video to her friend.

“I mean, - Cough - maybe? I think Sonata’s got connections with folks,” Aria croaked. “Why?”

Caressing the siren’s rump, drawing her fingers over the soft and sticky fur, Gear hummed cheerfully to herself. “Because an ass like that deserves to be immortalized in film,” she complimented, giving the girl’s tush a squeeze. It was true; Aria did have fine assets, so she wasn’t sure why she hadn’t thought about making a flick of them sooner.

“We can talk about it after I get the cum off my coat,” the siren grumbled. Pushing herself up, she swung her legs over the mattress. Unfortunately, as she went to stand, her knees buckled. She would have fallen, were it not for the quick actions of her friend. Catching her, the mechanic pulled her close.

“What am I going to do with you,” Gear laughed, cradling the girl in her lap.

“I’m not sure” Aria giggled, craning her neck and giving Gear a little kiss, “so I guess you’ll have to figure it out…”

Bondage for Breakfast

Drawing a deep breath, as the sun crept through her hotel window, Gear stifled a yawn. Lying atop the mattress, she went to roll to her side, but something was wrong. As she’d gone to move her arm, she discovered that she couldn’t. Flexing her limbs, feeling something tighten around her wrists and ankles, she began to panic.

“I wouldn’t worry too much about the restraints,” a voice called out, “since they’ll probably be coming off soon anyways…”

Turning her head, Gear found herself staring at a unicorn mare. Lounging by the bathroom, buck naked, the svelte woman bore an impish, fanged grin, set below a pair of amethyst, cat-like eyes. Black fur covered her from head to toe, save for her mane, tail, and a patch on her face - all of which were a bone white. It took her a second to recognize the girl, but then it clicked.

“The nympho from the beach?” Gear blurted.

Snapping her fingers, the unicorn double finger-gunned at the captive dickmare. “Nympho, strumpet, mommy, all acceptable answers. The name’s actually Leech, so I’m docking you a few points,” she tittered, walking towards the bed.

The day before, while Gear had been at the beach with her friend, Aria, they’d first encountered the lustful unicorn. What started out as a quaint, pleasant morning between the two had ultimately led to a rather steamy situation. Yeah, they may have been fucking in public, but neither of them had expected Leech to jump into the action.

Even if Leech had leapt between a pair of rut-crazed dickmares, earning a couple of brownie points in Gear’s book, that didn’t explain how the unicorn had gotten into her hotel room. As if sneaking in wasn’t bad enough, waking up lashed to a bed wasn’t helping matters any. Knitting her brow, the mechanic looked around the room, searching for any traces of her siren friend, before glowing at her captor.

“You looking for the purple chick?” Leech asked, strutting to the side of the bed. “Or maybe you’re wondering how I got such a big, strong dickmare tied up in her sleep…”

“Both,” Gear grunted, slowly twisting each hand.

“It was a one-two combo. I saw the purple chick - Aria, right? - walking out about twenty minutes ago. The rest was pretty simple! I offered her a blowjob, if she let me borrow the keys. She said no. Then I told her she could fuck my ass later, in exchange for breakfast and the keys. You know, bargaining,” Leech explained.

Reaching down, she casually pulled the think sheet of fabric off the bed, revealing Gear’s nude body. Absolutely massive, easily three times her mass, the dickmare was displayed like an obscene slab of meat. Covered in well defined muscle, beneath a coral coat, the woman was a sight to behold. Inspecting her from top to bottom, drinking in every glorious inch of her prisoner, Leech’s gaze settled upon the woman’s groin.

A flaccid appendage lie draped over Gear’s thigh. A dark cerise, the floppy dong contrasted well against the lighter colored fur. Even flaccid, it was a relatively imposing, but looks and size weren’t everything. With her eyes locked upon the mighty tool, Leech casually crawled onto the bed and approached the exquisite package.

Gear watched, as the unicorn edged closer to her crotch. If things got bad, she could probably snap the ropes holding her down, yet she felt no immediate need. Leech was, as far as she could tell, a non-threat. Even against a unicorn’s magic, she felt she’d be able to overpower the small mare without much trouble. Staying quiet, biding her time, she let the situation unfold.

Bringing her face towards Gear’s package, Leech examined the package before her. She considered herself not unlike a sports fisherman, except her pray were large, typically well-hung dickmares and her trophies consisted of having her holes filled to the brim with seed. There was just something magical about getting fucked into a stupor by the mystical creatures, so she’d found herself bedding them more and more often.

Unfortunately, on her last encounter with Gear, she hadn’t been able to directly sample the hulking woman’s carnal capabilities, though that hadn’t deterred her. Finding their room, camping out to catch Aria, it had all been part of a hastily concocted plan. Between her soft touch and magic, after procuring the key, she’d bound her newfound friend to the bed frame.

“You know, if you just wanted to look at it, you could just take a picture,” Gear grumbled.

Her remark snapped Leech from her reverie, causing her to leer at perverse prisoner. Without a word, she sidled over and swung one leg over Gear’s chest. “Beep! Beep! Beep!” she sensually declared, backing her rear end upward. Craning her head down, peering between her hanging bosoms, she lined her crotch up with gear’s face.

Slowly, the meaty, succulent marehood drew closer and closer, until it was hovering less than a foot above Gear’s muzzle. Even with the strange circumstances of her morning, she had to admit, it looked like a damn fine puss. The dark flesh of Leech’s taut entrance only gave the barest peek of the moist, pink interior. Drawing a breath through her nose, detecting the unmistakable aroma of a young, fertile mare, she felt her length jerk.

Noticing movement, Leech’s attention shifted to the mammoth cock under her. Lowering her chest, she brought her nose to the extraordinarily thick root of Gear’s shaft. Inhaling through her sinuses, savoring the strong, musky bouquet of an unwashed package, her mouth started to water. Leaning in, dragging her tongue up her captive’s length, she got her first taste.

Keeping her waist aloft, just over Gear’s head, Leech nonchalantly stroked, licked, and fondled her plaything’s equipment. A squeeze here, a nibble there, a pepper of kisses, all expertly applied to the equipment beneath her. She was pretty sure her friend didn’t mind, given that the stallionhood was growing more erect with each passing second, so she saw no need to rush.

Gear rolled her eyes, growing impatient with the halfhearted toying. Being held hostage and used as some sex toy was bad, but that wasn’t the worst part - no, the marehood hovering over her snout was insanely warm. She swore, she could probably roast a marshmallow off the damn thing! Be damned if she knew why Leech had such an excess of body heat - unless…

“You in heat or something?” she asked, cocking her head to the side.

Though Gear couldn’t see it, an insidious smirk spit Leech’s face. She naturally had a high body temperature, though she’d found a unique way to use it to her advantage. Mares, when in heat, often developed a low-grade fever, which she’d discovered was the perfect bait for many dickmares and stallions. It seemed like a great many creatures, including at least one cragadile, were turned on by the prospect of blowing a load in a fertile female, so she used that to her advantage.

“I think I might be,” Leech giggled, wiggling her tush from side to side. “How about you taste it and let me know,” she added, lowering her now drooling snatch onto Gear’s face.

Grinding her sopping wet snatch against the dickmare’s muzzle, Leech worshiped the titanic stallionhood in her grasp. A large, very pronounced vein traced beneath its velvety surface, running its length from root to top. Angling the appendage towards her face, she leaned in, opened her maw, and slipped it past her lips.

Grunting into the folds of the unicorn’s sex, Gear screwed her eyes shut and begrudingly ate Leech’s pussy. Normally, under more congenial circumstances, she wouldn’t have minded eating a mare out, yet this was a bit different. Waking up tied to a bed and toyed with, like some carnal plaything, wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but it still rubbed her the wrong way.

Lapping at the unicorn’s juicy loins, digging her tongue into the mare’s entrance, she bided her time. If nothing else, playing along would cause Leech to believe she had the upper hand, not to mention the girl would need to be plenty warmed up soon. When she got free, she was going to fuck the little strumpet until she was walking funny for a week.

Stroking the base of Gear’s shaft, pumping her head up and down the first two thirds of the fat fuck-stick, Leech plumbed the depths of her gullet. She could feel her throat distend, with each pass of the fat, swollen head of the dickmare’s shaft, though the sensation was a familiar and welcome one.

Properly swabbing one’s esophagus always served as a fine appetizer, so she took her time. Before too long, she’d be riding Gear like a wanton cowgirl, impaling herself on the glorious slab of flesh. The mere thought of having the girl’s cock stretching her cunt sent a shiver of pleasure up her spine.

Feeling the unicorn’s winking marehood around her Snout, Gear’s frustration mounted. Not only was the whore getting off to servicing her junk, but she was showing no signs of moving to the main act. Even if she was truly held prisoner, it was bad form to edge someone in such a shameful way. Doubly infuriating was the matter of just how skilled the blowjob was.

The snug, warm confines of the mare’s airway were impressive, but her aptitude for fellatio was staggering. It had taken what felt mere moments for the girl to throat her entire length, ramming every girthy inch into her eager maw. Needless to say, Gear was impressed, though the unicorn still needed to be dealt a lesson.

Working the shaft, regularly pressing her nose against Gear’s ripe nuts, Leech couldn’t be happier. Torquing her head from side to side, taking breaths on the backstrokes, caressing the woman’s muscular thighs, all were part of her sinful symphony of motion. Pulling back, realizing she hadn’t vocally taunted her new friend in the last few minutes, she kissed the blunt tip.

“So, my buff little buddy, you ready for me to ride you until you’re crying for your mama?” Leech snickered. Raising her rump, allowing her partner to speak, she awaited a response.

Looking backward, Leech wasn’t quite able to see Gear’s head. The position she was in, hands and knees over the large woman’s torso, wasn’t quite conducive for face-to-face conversations. Groaning, spinning in place, she executed a one-eighty. Looking down at the dickmare’s slickened countenance, painted with her juices, she grinned.

“Don’t tell me you’re - Ack!” she choked, as the Gear’s hand inexplicably wrapped around her throat. Glancing to the side, noticing the snapped cordage, her eyes shot to the earth mare’s scowling face.

“You were saying?” Gear grunted, relaxing her grip marginally.

“H...harder mommy…” Leech croaked, feeling her marehood clench.

Shaking her head, Gear released the unicorn. She couldn’t be sure if the mare was a slut, crazy, or some combination of the two, but it really didn’t matter. “Are you always like this?” she huffed, glowering at the lithe woman.

“Only with people I like, or creatures I like. Like, ok, this one time, I met a really friendly dolphin…” Leech trailed off, spying the concerned look the dickmare had. “What!? I said it was a friendly dolphin!”

“No, not that. Seriously, did you really expect this little plan to work?” Gear mumbled, kicking her legs free. “Honestly, if you wanted to get spitroasted or screwed into a coma, you could have just asked…”

“Ah! But I knew you didn’t want me to,” Leech chirped, shooting the mountainous woman a wink. Slowly creeping closer, she rested a hand on the dickmare’s shoulder. “Tell me you didn’t like being teased like that? Having someone so much smaller and weaker than you bossing you around a little…”

Gear raised a finger to reply, but faltered. It was certainly hot, and she had been curious to see where it was going to go, yet she had her pride to consider. Locking eyes with the unicorn, watching her edge nearer, she nodded ever so slightly. “Maybe a little…”

“And I’m guessing you wanted to throw me down and rut me in - oh - I’m guessing a mating press?” Leech continued, her pupils contracting to razor slits.

“How in the hell did you know that?” Gear muttered, taken aback by the assertion.

Leech beamed and shrugged innocently, holding her hands to her sides. “Dunno, it’s kinda my thing,” she sweetly laughed. “Wait, shit, before I forget,” she hurriedly added, leaning in and breathing heavily into Gear’s ear, “I actually am in heat…”

Stoically, Gear reached up, placed her hands on the mare’s shoulders, and pushed her onto her back. Like a well trained street walker, Leech’s legs wrapped around her waist. Estrus cycle or not, she’d had enough with the girl’s games. She was going to fuck the little succubus and give her exactly what she wanted.

Leech smiled like an idiot, as her back was pressed against the mattress. She could never really explain how or why her quirk worked, though it damned near always resulted in sating her carnal compulsions and curiosities. Perplexing preternatural persuasions aside, she was about to suffer through the wrath of a very large, frustrated, and worked up dickmare.

Looming over her, Gear seized her ankles and wrenched her legs into the air. Reaching up, grabbing her thighs, Leech shamelessly presented herself. Though her muscular partner appeared pleased, for a split second, the moment was fleeting. Without pausing, the dickmare grasped her wrists, pulled her arms beneath her knees, and pinned them to the bed.

Twisted like a pretzel, with her arms locking her legs to either side of her head, Leech gulped. She’d been pounded in a breeding press once or a few dozen times, though this was a bit different. For starters, she was totally and completely immobile, left to the will of the dickmare. Secondly, and much more importantly, she had a perfect view of her nethers.

Shuffling forward, being sure to keep a tight grip on the girl’s wrists, Gear dragged her length over the mare’s upturned sex. “Tell me you want it…” she condescendingly chortled, prodding the unicorn’s entrance.

“No, I snuck in and tied you up to have a philosophical conversation. Of course I want it, you big - Nnnnnph!” Leech’s sass was cut woefully short, as the prodigious cock started sinking into her snatch.

Slowly, steadily, Gear plunged herself into the tramp beneath her. Inch after vascular inch of her shaft disappeared into Leech’s depths, until her balls were rested against the onyx globes of the mare’s tush. Looking down, spying an obscene bulge in the girl’s abdomen, she cocked an eyebrow.

The sensation of abject fullness, of having her womb positively crushed, left Leech speechless. Unable to move, she simply flexed her pelvic muscles, giving Gear’s tool a squeeze. Feeling the dickmare sluggishly withdraw, she clamped her cunt around the prick within her, before it hammered back into her confines.

Gear had, over the years, seen a fair share of wild stuff, though Leech could easily be a contender on the list; for her size, the mare was astonishingly pliable and durable. Hell, she’d met women twice the unicorn’s size who couldn’t handle her entire dick, yet the little slut was taking it like a champ. More than a little curious, and getting more aroused by the second, she began to pull out the stops.

The bed creaked and groaned with each thrust, as Leech’s body was driven downward, into the mattress. Given their position, Gear was able to use every ounce of her body weight and strength to pound her into oblivion. Her cervix kissed the dickmare’s cockhead with every downward stroke, sending bolts of pleasure through her frame.

“Like that - Mmmf - don’t ya?” Gear grunted, noting the blissful expression on the girl’s face.

“H...harder,” Leech wheezed. Peering down, watching the dark member disappear into her marehood was priceless. She could almost picture her insides rearranging, shifting to accommodate such a godly intrusion, which only served to push her closer to release.

Surprised by her mate’s statement, Gear acquiesced. Rearing her hips back, hauling most of her shaft free, she gave the girl a particularly forceful plunge. Unlike moments ago, when she’d felt just a touch of resistance, something felt different. The snugness of the unicorn’s snatch was accompanied by a second, tighter sensation around the tip of her length.

As confusing as it was, the strange sensation was quite pleasant. It was almost like a set of lips sucking the head of her tool while she was balls deep. Giving a few experimental humps, feeling the mare’s sex cling to her, she looked up. “Am I in…”

Leech nodded and gnawed her lip, keenly aware of the girthy stallionhood lodged in her cervix. A lifetime of lewd and debaucherous conquests had left her with the peculiar skill; with enough force, her womb would yield to a mate. While there weren’t many large or strong enough to fully appreciate such an erotic feature, it felt immeasurably intense and rapturous.

Something about knowing she had her cock in the mare’s uterus flipped a switch in Gear. Like a locomotive, starting off slow, she gradually began bucking her hips again. Every plunge was accompanied by a whorish moan or throaty groan, as Leech wantonly embraced everything she had. If the girl was on heat, given how deep she was, a climax would likely result in…

Leech’s body rocked and jostled helplessly, as the speed and force of Gear’s thrusts spiked. If she had to guess, the dickmare had latched onto the notion that she very well may be able to knock her up; subconscious or not, it wasn’t an unreasonable reaction and one she could test rather easily. Steeling her resolve, she drew a breath.

“Pump a foal in me - No...An entire litter! Make me your broodmare!” she squealed, as her climax grew ever nearer.

Cliché or not, the request doused Gear’s burning lust with fuel. Positively jackhammering into the mare, she gave in to the moment. Truth be told, there were perilously few who could endure her full might, so she was going to savor every minute of going all out. With reckless abandon, she plowed the harlot like it was her job.

Mewling incoherently, Leech relished the sensation of being a living, breathing fleshlight. There were few things which could compare to giving one’s self fully to another, which is exactly why she’d made a habit of doing so. Something about being held down and used, in some debased, primal way, was just simply heavenly.

Fucking the mare like a machine given flesh, with the tip of her spear entombed in Leech’s deepest depths, Gear’s composure withered. Provoked, awoken by neigh ceaseless teasing, she felt herself growing close. Her cockhead expanded, locking into place, as her nuts drew taut. It wouldn’t be long until she bathed the unicorn’s interior with a tsunami of spunk.

Leech’s toes curled, as she sensed the dickmare flaring within her. Gnawing her lip, besides being provocative, actually served a dual purpose; she’d been on the cusp of cumming for a couple of minutes, only managing to stave off the inevitable by a twinge of pain she administered to herself. Barely holding on, she awaited the impending influx of scalding seed.

Grunting to herself, Gear opened the floodgates. Her motions didn’t slow in the slightest, while the first ropes of her essence rocketed through her shaft. Filling the air with the rapid-fire Plap Plap Plap of her balls against Leech’s rump, her stallionhood erupted. Untold pints of hot, virile spunk steadily filled the mare’s womb.

When the first seething shots of seed crashed into her uterus, Leech let herself go. Screaming in climactic fury, every muscle of her body seized. Shivering from head to toe, contorted beneath her paramour, she lost control of herself. Like a geyser, nectar gushed from her stuffed entrance to spatter over the dickmare and bedspread.

The unicorn’s orgasmic outburst stoked the intensity of Gear’s rapture. Willing herself to crack an eye open, she gazed downward at the mare’s expanding belly. Swelling like a balloon, the girl’s abdomen inflated outward. Though she’d seen it happen before, with larger partners, the effect was quite dramatic on the smaller woman. Regardless of the alluring view, her spunk didn’t stop flowing into the mare.

Having cum with the full force of a newly formed pulsar, a heavy euphoria settled over Leech. While the deluge of foal batter had ebbed, dwindling to a mere trickle, she wasn’t going anywhere - at least, not in a sense. Peering up at the colossal mare looming over her, she smiled dreamily.

“C...can - Cough - you let go now? I’m getting a cramp,” she sputtered.

Gear relented, releasing the girl’s arms, though that proved to be a miscalculation. With a speed and strength belying her size and bloated belly, Leech was upon her in an instant. Reaching up, grasping her shoulders, the mare toppled her onto her back - all while she was still impaled. Caught off guard, she quickly found herself straddled by the plucky unicorn.

Breathing heavily, having nearly exhausted what energy she had left, Leech pressed a hand between Gear’s massive tits. Languidly, she rocked her hips forward and back, throwing in the occasional gyration, as she started riding her friend. It was, for all intents and purposes, her version of post-coitus spooning.

“You really don’t know when to quit, do you?” Gear mumbled, impressed with the mare’s resolve.

“It’s - Nnngh - stuck in there anyways. So I may as well enjoy it while I can,” Leech unabashedly admitted, cupping and massaging her teats. If she was lucky, she’d be able to squeeze another climax or two out of their morning, before the dickmare went soft.

Weary, but content with the outcome, Gear leisurely bucked her hips. There was no telling when Aria would get back, but that didn’t matter all that much; even if the siren returned, she’d be free to watch or join in. Easing her hands behind her head, she relaxed and appreciated the sights, sounds, and sensations the little slut afforded.

Though neither Gear nor Leech knew it at the time, the encounter would be far from the last time the two crossed paths…

A Quaint Evening

“Thank you, Canterlot!!!” Adagio triumphantly yowled, holding the microphone aloft. Standing between her fellow performers, Sonata and Aria, the siren struck a pose, as the packed theater went absolutely ballistic. Loitering backstage, just out of sight of the throng of onlookers, a tall figure smiled.

High Gear normally wouldn’t have attended a live concert, especially to a venue as jam packed as the Canterlot Amphitheater, though it was a special occasion. Aria Blaze, a dear friend of hers and band member of the Dazzlings, had procured a VIP ticket for her. Considering the city wasn’t too far from her shop, she couldn’t turn down the opportunity.

The other contributing factor was that it was the last evening of her vacation. Having taken Aria to the beach for several days, their sabbatical had drawn to a close with the Dazzling’s show. The siren’s bandmates had even sent a limo for the pair, bringing them to Canterlot for the event. To say the day had been rather rushed would be an understatement, though she’d enjoyed it all the same.

Stepping aside, Gear let the trio of sirens pass. Adagio and Sonata strutted by, headed towards the relative seclusion of their awaiting limousine, though Aria slowed. Nearly as tall as she, the muscular, pig-tailed woman lingered and held out a hand. Without saying a word, the mechanic accepted the gesture.

“Enjoy the show?” Aria asked, smiling over at her companion.

From behind a lock of jet black hair, streaked with a bolt of yellow, Gear grinned and nodded. While she had enjoyed the performance, the hustle and bustle of the afternoon had been draining. Standing for nearly an hour, after having packed up of a day and the lengthy drive, left her exhausted. An entertaining evening, to be sure, but a long one.

“Thanks again for coming,” the fuchsia siren sweetly murmured, leading the hulking mare along.

“Hey, it’s not every day I get to see the Dazzlings play in person,” Gear chuckled, plodding along beside her friend. “Besides, any excuse to see you again is totally worth it,” she added, smiling broadly.

While she’d known Aria for years, having met the woman at a dive bar, the two only got to see each other several couple of months. Between Gear’s work at the shop and the musician’s touring, simply finding the time to meet up was a trial - still, even though it was a relatively rare event, there was one positive note; it meant they got to savor their visits all that much more.

The trio of sirens, with the mechanic in tow, wound their way through the bowels of the stadium. It didn’t take the quartet of mares too long to reach the parking garage, where a limousine sat idling by the exit. As with many of their shows, if the Dazzlings beat a hasty retreat, lest they quickly get overcome by clamoring fans.

Stepping to the door, Adagio popped it open and ushered her fellow band members, as well as their guest, to enter. Following in after them, she closed the door behind herself and awkwardly crouch-walked to Sonata’s side. Seating herself beside the cerulean siren, opposite of Aria and Gear, she made herself comfortable.

“Alright, let’s roll,” she flippantly remarked, raping her knuckles against the mirrored partition to the driver’s compartment. Almost immediately, the vehicle smoothly lurched forward and began to move.

Looking over, Gear appraised the pair of Dazzling sitting across from her and Aria. Though she’d met Adagio and Sonata in passing, she’d never spoken with them much. “So, where are we off to now?” she asked, hoping to strike up a conversation.

“The hotel,” Adagio bluntly stated, brushing a curly lock from her face, “but you can feel free to join us.”

“Nah, I gotta work tomorrow,” Gear grumbled, staving off the temptation of taking the siren up on the offer. As badly as she’d like to crash with them, she had to earn her living. Stifling a yawn, she stretched her legs.

“Awwwww,” Aria began, wrapping an arm around her friend’s shoulder, “is it past someone’s bedtime.”

Blushing slightly, Gear fidgeted in place. “Just a little, but being able to go out and watch you guys up-close was amazing. Thanks for inviting me, by the way.”

“Don’t sweat it!” Sonata chirped, dismissing the gratitude away. “After how excited Aria was acting, how could we not let you get a back-stage pass?”

“N...No I wasn’t!” Aria blurted. Immediately retracting her hand, she crossed her arms over her bosom and pouted.

A smirk crept across Gear’s face, as she looked from her friend to Sonata. “Please, do tell…”

“Oh man, you should’ve seen her! ‘Gear’s coming to the show! You better be on your best behavior!’ Let me tell you, it was a riot!” the cerulean siren explained, giving her best impression of Aria.

“Quite. I mean, just look at her,” Adagio added, nodding to the fuchsia songstress.

Peering to the side, Gear noticed that Aria’s cheeks had darkened a shade. Adagio and Sonata must have been telling the truth, considering her friend’s distinct lack of rebuttal. In her experience, the girl seldom got flustered, often opting to lash out with biting words, but this was different. Maybe it was because she was tired, or perhaps it was due to the fact that they’d just finished a performance, but she actually felt bad for her companion.

“Alright, alright, I get it,” Gear snickered, patting Aria’s leg.

“Oh, look, she’s defending her little buddy,” Adagio giggled, eyeing the pair heavily. Crossing and uncrossing her legs, affixing the duo with a teasing stare, a sinful smirk played across her face. “So, Gear, tell me, when are you two going to make it official?”

The question, as simple as it was, caught Gear completely off guard. Ineffectually opening and closing her mouth, struggling to find an answer, she felt Aria’s fingers lace with her own. Though she couldn’t see it, the distinct feeling of warmth in her cheeks let her know she’d begun to blush.

“Shut up, Dagi!” Aria grunted, squeezing her friend’s hand.

Gear’s mind raced, as she found herself in a precarious situation. While she certainly wouldn’t mind being in a relationship with Aria, but they’d never really discussed the matter. Sure, they were close friend - with benefits - yet neither had made any moves to take it to the next level. Staring at the floor, avoiding eye contact with the trio of musicians, she felt something grace her chin.

“Hey,” Aria murmured, turning her companion’s face towards her, “just ignore them.”

Staring into the siren’s mulberry eyes, Gear’s heart fluttered. Between the hand holding and comforting words, she practically swooned. In an interesting twist of fate, it was often seemingly mundane gestures which had the heaviest impact on her; though she could shamelessly do raunchy things in front of a small gathering, public displays of affection tended to make her weak in the knees.

“Well when you do decide to formally start dating Aria, just let us know!” Sonata cheerfully noted, grinning from ear to ear.

Feeling a bit sheepish, unsure of exactly how to follow the comment up, Gear nodded. Her relationship with Aria was pretty unique; friends though they were, it would be easy for people to think they were an item. Looking out the window, watching the buildings and city blocks roll by, she distracted herself.

While Gear was content to let the matter lie, Aria wasn’t quite finished. Leaning in, she gave the afro-maned siren a predatory smirk. “Since you’re so keen on questions, Dagi, how about you tell us about that little nerd you’ve been sneaking out to see…”

At the remark, Adagio went rigid and leered at Aria. “Don’t,” she hissed.

Playfully elbowing Gear, the fuschia siren was not to be deterred. “Little blue fella, yellow hair, can’t quite remember his name. T-something, if I remember-”

“Shut it, Aria!” Adagio barked, cutting off her fellow Dazzling. Her cheeks had gone a bright crimson, an unmistakable testament to how frazzled the topic made her, as she angrily thrust a finger in her friend’s direction.

“Well,” Aria smuggly huffed, crossing her arms, “if you don’t want me to continue, you’ll drop the subject.

In stark contrast to the blazing frustration in her eyes, Adagio relented. Scrunching her snout, she dug her phone out of her pocket and kept quiet - that was, before Sonata’s giggling became too much to bear. Reaching over, she slapped the blue siren’t leg, silencing her.

The rest of the group’s perilously short ride was quiet, save for Sonata openly wondering if she could order mexican food through their room service. Each of the Dazzlings were all spent from a day of setting up, a brief rehearsal, and the show itself. Gear, though she struggled valiantly to stay awake, found herself nodding off in her seat.

As the limo rolled to a halt in front of the lavish hotel, Adagio and Sonata saw themselves out the driver’s side of the vehicle. Aria went to move, grabbing the handle of the door beside her, but she paused. Looking over at Gear, she noticed the mare was out cold; with her head lolled back and mouth hanging open ever so slightly, the mechanic silently snoozed next to her. It was only when the driver’s compartment window opened a crack did she look away.

“You don’t mind dropping me off with her, would you?” she asked their chauffeur, keeping her voice relatively low.

The driver nodded once and closed the window, leaving the two in peace. While Aria hadn’t anticipated paying for her friend’s ride home, she thought it a prudent decision. The last thing she’d want is Gear trying to drive while half asleep. Sure, she’d end up leaving her bike at the amphitheater parking lot, but that wouldn’t be a problem; after all, she had at least two other vehicles at her home, as well as a trailer for hauling cars and motorcycles.

Feeling the limo trundle along, Aria snuffled over to her friend. The warmth of the large woman’s body, the soft sound of her breaths, and the ever so faint aroma of her were all deeply comforting, which didn’t help matters much. Between her friend’s presence and the exceptionally smooth ride, she found it increasingly hard to stay awake. Before she knew it, dozed off herself.

“Miss...Miss…” an unfamiliar voice softly called, shaking her from her slumber.

Peeking out, reflexively stretching her limbs, Aria found the limo driver standing beside her. Taking a moment to orient herself, she looked around. They were parked in front of Gear’s house, with the chauffeur standing outside, next to the open passenger door. Swinging her legs out of the vehicle, she slowly pushed herself up.

As quietly as she could manage, she closed the door behind herself. Pulling a wallet out of her pants, she retrieved a pulled a one hundred bit bill out and folded it in half. “Here,” she said, handing it to the driver, “and there’ll be another one for you if you’re here tomorrow morning at nine.”

“I don’t know, I was supposed to be off tomorrow,” the chauffeur, a young pegasus stallion, halfheartedly lamented.

“What do you want?” Aria groaned, rolling her eyes.

“An autograph and a selfie to go with it. I mean, if that’s not too much to ask,” he excitedly added, barely restraining himself.

Weary, but amused by his request, the Dazzling smiled. “Yeah, I think I can make that happen,” she sighed, walking around to the driver’s side of the car.

Positioned as Gear was, nearly slumped against the rear door, it wasn’t too difficult for Aria to get her friend out of the vehicle. There was no way in hell the stallion could do it, given his relatively small size, which meant the work was up to her. Stooping low, picking up her friend in a hulking form of a princess carry, she lumbered towards the entryway of the mechanic’s home. It wasn’t until someone dashed by did she realize she’d nearly forgotten something.

Scampering to the door, the chauffeur proudly displayed a set of keys. “I think these fell out of her pocket; they were in the back seat,” he admitted, bashfully smiling.

If he hadn’t taken note of Gear’s key’s, they’d have been in a bit of a pickle. Breathing a sigh of relief, Aria nodded towards the door. “Can you…?” she inquired, hoping he’d catch the hint. Thankfully, it only took him a few seconds to find the right key and get the door open for the pair.

Walking through the archway, the driver handed her the set of house keys. As he nodded and turned to leave, she cleared her throat, drawing his attention. “Thanks for that. Tomorrow, after you come get me, remind me to get you autographs from Adagio and Sonata,” she cheerfully commented.

Smiling like an idiot, the chauffeur practically skipped back to his limo. Aria watched him pull away, disappearing into the night, before she softly closed the door behind herself. Fortunately, it wasn’t the first time she’d been in Gear’s house, so she knew where to go. Navigating out of the foyer and into the living room, she delved deeper into the building.

The house’s interior was relatively dark, but she was able to manage it without incident. In a matter of moments, she was standing before the sofa, while holding her friend in her arms. Gingerly setting muscular are on the cushions, she slunk off into the adjoined kitchen. Since she’d be spending the night, having a bit of tea to help her relax couldn’t hurt.

Between the jostling of being carried and the sound of soft footfalls on hardwood flooring, Gear stirred. Her eyes fluttered open and danced over her surroundings, as she took stock of exactly where she was. Discovering she was in the comfort of her home, wondering how she’d gotten inside, she pushed herself up and glanced to the side; there, lounging beside her kitchen counter, stood Aria.

She watched quietly, as the siren turned and bent over, retrieving a pair of coffee mugs from her dishwashing machine. With a superbe view of the woman’s backside, she couldn’t help but smile. Athletic and shapely, the Dazzling had a very alluring figure, not dissimilar to her own, so she took a moment to appreciate the view.

Apparently Gear may have relished the sight of her friend’s posterior a bit too much, since a contented hum escaped her. Aria turned slightly, drawn by the attention, and glanced over at her. Looking at one another, each having a silly little grin, something passed between them.

“Didn’t mean to wake you up,” Aria admitted, pouring some chamomile tea into the two mugs.

Shaking her head, Gear rubbed the back of her neck. “It’s fine. You didn’t have to carry me in,” she grunted, stretching her arms.

Strolling over, cups of steaming tea in hand, Aria shrugged. “I’ll catch a ride back tomorrow morning, it’s no biggie.”

Taking one of the mugs from her guest, Gear took a sip and carefully slid to the side. Patting the empty cushion beside herself, she nodded for Aria to join her. The siren acquiesced, plopping down next to her. Happy for the company, she leaned over and rested her head on her friend’s shoulder.

“Thanks,” she whispered.

Aria affectionately nuzzled the mechanic’s mane, savoring the woman’s scent. Without even thinking about it, she rested her tea on the coffee table, reached over, and tenderly held Gear’s hand. Given how busy of a day she’d had, in combination with how comfortable she was, a sudden fatigue settled over her.

“You know, you can stay here whenever you want,” Gear muttered, basking in the warmth her friend afforded. “Hell, if you guys take a break from touring, maybe you could…” she trailed off, unsure of what direction she’d inadvertently taken the conversation. Yes, Aria was a cherished friend, but she wasn’t sure if the songstress was ready for the next step.

Snaking one arm behind Gear’s back, Aria gave the woman a deep hug. Leaning in further, she unintentionally pushed her friend to her side, as she rested herself atop her friend. “Yeah, I bet you’d like - Yawn - that…”

Lying back, adjusting herself slightly, Gear stroked the siren’s mane. “Yeah...I think I would…” she mused, pulling a blanket over them.

Drifting off to sleep, holding one another, the two women fell silent. Friends or not, there was a certain spark between them - something which threatened to grow into something more. Wondering what the future held for them, they knew one thing; each took comfort and joy from the other, so they’d make it a point to see one another again...