Alltime High Note

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Sinful Stress Relief
A Lesson on Loosening Up
Amerous Appointment

Sinful Stress Relief

Gear knelt by the front door, taking a moment to remove her boots. The day, like all the others that week, had been relatively standard; she had got up, went to the shop, serviced whatever vehicles pulled up, came home, had a beer or two, then curled up for the night. Months ago, back when weeks like that had been the norm, she wouldn’t have complained - however, things had changed since then.

Not but two weeks prior, she’d officially started dating Aria Blaze. It made sense, really, considering the two had been friends with benefits for years. Though she couldn’t put her finger on why they hadn’t finally formally started a romantic relationship sooner, she couldn’t be happier with the arrangement. As far as she was concerned, there was only one downside.

Since Aria was still a member of the Dazzlings, she was out of town for days or even weeks at a time. Her band toured almost year round, although they did take the occasional sabbatical. While Gear didn't really didn’t need someone to split the bills with, she wasn’t going to complain - after all, extra cash never hurt a damn thing.

No, the problem was because she’d gotten somewhat spoiled with sharing a roof. It wasn’t about the money, it was about having a live-in partner who served as an absolutely splendid bed and cock warmer. All things considered, she’d been fine when Aria was out performing and traveling - still, knowing she’d come home to an empty house was a bit of a downer.

Setting her mud-stompers by the door, Gear trudged through her home and towards the shower. Her house wasn’t big, having only a single bedroom and one full bathroom, but it suited its purpose well enough. Stripping as she passed through the living room, she thought about how she’d spend the afternoon.

A shower was first and foremost on her to-do list, probably followed by a modest meal, some television, cranking one out before bed, then a good night’s sleep. Despite having the next two days off, since the shop was closed on Saturdays and Sundays, she’d probably hit the sack early. With any luck, Aria would be back before the weekend was out.

After washing up and drying off, Gear strolled to her kitchen. Even if she wasn’t home alone, she would have been completely comfortable wearing a worn-out pair of gym shorts, t-shirt, and nothing else. As far as she was concerned, if someone was in her house, they could deal with her going commando.

Bent over, rummaging around in her refrigerator for leftovers, the last thing she’d expected was to hear her front door being violently flung open. Standing straight, her muscles tensed. It wasn’t uncommon for her to leave her door unlocked when she was home, because perilously few were brave or stupid enough to tangle with a hulking dickmare like herself, but knowing somebody had barged in uninvited set her on edge.

Grabbing a pan from the cooktop, she tested the cast-iron’s heft; for a makeshift weapon, it would suffice. Steeling herself, waiting to see who or what had just come to pay her a visit, she stood rigid. As a fuchsia figure stomped into view, she tilted her head to the side.

“Aria?” she asked, perplexed with the siren’s unexpected appearance.

Aria slowed, if only marginally, when she noticed Gear menacingly holding the piece of cookware. “You were going to make us dinner, you can do it after,” she grumbled, storming over to her lover.

“After - Ooof” Gear grunted, as she was heaved up and onto the siren’s shoulder.

There weren’t many who could manhandle her in such a fashion, but Aria was one of them. Her fellow dickmare was of a similar size and build to herself, sporting an impressive amount of muscle while maintaining a feminine figure. The girl’s look was only one appealing aspect though - her attitude, carnal skill, and musical aptitude were all sublime as well.

“After I’m done fucking myself stupid on that fat cock of yours,” the songstress mused, loudly slapping the ass perched next to her face.

At the sudden smack to her rear, Gear yelped. She wasn’t one to turn down a straightforward approach, especially if it was from her lover, though she couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen Aria in such a state. Being left to presume that something had gone awry on the last leg of the Dazzlings’ tour, she looked back at her paramour.

“Rough da -” her question was cut woefully short, as her trunks were ripped from her waist.

“You could say that, yeah. Adagio got food poisoning from some taco truck yesterday. Did she listen to me and cancel our show last night? No, of course she fucking didn’t! Dumbass ended up hurling on the stage!” Aria growled, flippantly discarding the rent shorts to the floor.

Truth be told, the last few days had been grueling. Besides being ferried around on the tour bus and putting up with Sonata’s incessant yammering, Adagio had been particularly bossy. It wasn’t her fault that they’d gotten a new lot of absurdly incompetent roadies, nor was she to blame for a mis-timed pyrotechnic charge. Hell, the fact that their lead had barfed mid-song was just the shitty cherry on the terrible cake.

She was tired, frustrated, and more than ready to kick back and relax - that being said, there was something she needed to get done. More often than not, she was happy to get bent over and railed, being gleefully submissive for her girlfriend, but not this time. This time she wanted - no, needed to pin Gear down, look deeply into her eyes, and ride her like it was the last day of their lives.

Once inside the bedroom, Aria heaved her lover onto the mattress. The bed issued a pained POMF, under the dickmare’s impact, but it remained undamaged. Now freed from her cargo, the siren began to strip. Coolly unbuttoning her shirt and unclasping her bra, she gave the mechanic a bit of a show.

Propping herself up, Gear watched the siren disrobe. The loss of her shorts was regretful, although they were exceedingly old and in need of replacement anyways. Shuffling up the bed, to the heaps up pillows under the headboard, she made herself comfortable and started jacking her hardening length. As the songstress turned, bending over and dragging the skirt down her legs, she hummed contentedly.

“Bet you like that,” Aria chuckled, peering back and spanking her ass.

“Damn right I do, but you’re going to be buying me some new shorts,” Gear snickered, pushing herself up. If her girlfriend wanted to get plowed into a coma, that’s exactly what she was going to do. Smiling to herself, swinging one leg over the side of the bed, the sound of a throat clearing drew her attention to the musician’s face.

“What the hell are you doing?” Aria asked, a hard edge in her voice. Kicking her skirt away and defiantly cocking her hips, she faced her paramour.

“I was - Uh…” Gear fumbled, unsure how to proceed.

“You were gonna lie there and keep that trap shut. I mean, you can talk, or moan, or cry out for mama, but be damned if you’re gonna move until I’ve milked those nuts of your dry,” the siren growled, her eyes locking onto the hefty testes between the mechanic’s thighs.

“Oh, where are my manors!” Gear gasped, holding a hand to her face in mock shock. “I forgot that I’m supposed to just drop everything I’m doing to act like a dildo for my live-in hussy. Please, by all means,” she continued, spreading her legs and waving at her semi-flaccid tool.

“Awwwwww! Poor baby!” Aria sarcastically lamented.

Strutting over and crawling onto the bed, she slithered between her lover’s thighs. A kiss here, a nibble there, she leisurely made her way up the muscled calf, past the knee, and over the tender inner thighs. She only stopped when her nose closed upon the bare package before her. Inhaling through her nose, she scowled.

“You showered?” the musician griped, glancing towards the dickmare’s face.

“Yeah, why?” the mechanic countered.

Cursing under her breath, Aria changed tactics. She’d hoped that she’d gotten home before Gear had showered, yet that wasn’t the case. As she’d closed on the hulking pony’s loins, the only aroma to greet her had been that of lavender body wash. Sweet, merciful Celestia - she wasn’t even lucky enough to savor the sweaty musk of her sweetheart’s unwashed unit.

The siren’s barely audible comment about ‘fucking shower’ tipped Gear off as to what was the matter. “Really? Really? You’re just gonna come in, destroy my trunks, toss me onto my bed, bitch that I’d washed myself, and interrupt my meal?” she blasted, her temper being tested. She was all for doing what she could to cheer her partner up, but her patience was finite.

Moving up the bed, Aria brought her face to Gear’s. “What were you making for dinner?”

Without looking away, Gear knit her brow. “Meatloaf.”

“Your meatloaf sucks, since you refuse to put less onion in it,” Aria muttered, nonchalantly moving over the mechanic’s body. Acting quickly, lest her lover realize what she was doing, she turned around and straddled the supine pony beneath her.

Resting her feet to either side of Gear’s head, she arched her back and wiggled her behind. Besides giving an exquisite show of her backside and swaying package, she ran the toes of her right foot across and over the dickmare’s face. The mechanic always had a weakness for such treatment; even though she didn’t understand it, she was clever enough to capitalize on it.

“Since I threw a monkey wrench in your plans for supper,” she purred, feeling her lover suck and lick at her toes, “maybe I could offer you something else to feast upon.” Adjusting herself slightly, making sure she was in just the right position, she reached back, pried her buns apart, and rocked her waist backwards.

It was the only warning Gear got, before she found her face buried in the musician’s rump. Finding her muzzle between the siren’s sculpted glutes, the most she could muster was a muffled protest. With her nose pressed against the girl’s backdoor, she set herself to work; grabbing Aria’s hips, pulling her in, she licked and kissed up and down her friend’s tush. If nothing else, the serving as ass would act as an appetizer for the main course.

Pleased that she’d finally silenced her paramour, Aria directed her attention downward. On all fours, with her hands and knees to either side of the muscular dickmare beneath her, she peered down at the floppy length below. She’d intended to choke herself on dick, and she still planned on it, so the spur of the moment sixty-nine was a stroke of genius; not only would she get to slobber on that fat-fuck stick, but she’d get nice and warmed up as well.

The hot, slick feeling of the songstress’ tongue dragging along her shaft was a welcome sensation for Gear. Though she’d only just begun, she could already tell that Aria had prepped for their rather lustful encounter. If she had to guess, the girl had gotten herself cleaned and lubed on the tour bus before coming home; ever the butt slut, she’d become quite speedy with such matters.

As her tongue dug into the siren’s pucker, writhing about and smearing her lover’s interior with saliva, she closed her eyes. Despite having been railed out innumerable times, she was still delectably snug and inviting. Rearing back, supremely pleased to have such a wonderful girlfriend, she licked her lips.

“I gotta say, you’re - Mmmph!” her heartfelt compliment was stifled, as the siren’s posterior bore down upon her.

“Less talking,” Aria grunted, momentarily glaring backwards. She’d had more than enough chatter for the day and she was about to prove it. Inhaling deeply, filling her lungs with air, she leaned down, angled Gear’s cock towards her face, and virtually inhaled the first third of coral colored shaft.

Sinking to her elbows, she drove the marecock down her gullet. Even though it was freshly washed, lingering traces of the mechanic’s scent tickled her nostrils. A curious mixture of masculinity and femininity, her dick reflexively twitched as the natural fragrance taunted her. Spurred further, she wormed her head forward until the girthy medial ring pressed against her lips.

Humming into the siren’s rear, hearing the muted gags from around her length, Gear bucked her hips. Blindly moving one hand lower, tracing her fingers over Aria’s side, she eventually found what she was looking for. Clutching the songstress’ tit, it only took her a second to find a rock hard nipple; twisting and pinching the delicate bud, she continued lipping and slurping at the behind around her muzzle.

If she hadn’t had a cock lodged in her throat, Aria would have complimented her partner’s technique. Closing her eyes, hellbent to feel her nose pressed against the weighty balls beneath her, she forced her head forward. Inch after vascular inch of stallionhood slid into her esophagus, slowly stretching her lips wider and wider. Her eyes spontaneously watered, as she hilted the monster in her maw.

The sensation of having her entirety sheathed in the musician’s throat was too much for Gear to handle. Pulling back, she tilted her head to the side and looked downward. “You face fuck yourself like that and I’ll pump some supper into your stomach before you know it.”

The comment caused Aria to withdraw; pushing her head up and hauling the turgid shaft from her muzzle. Her lover was rock hard and she was ready for the festivities to begin. Wheeling around, while staying on all fours, she brought her face to Gear’s. Languidly raising and lowering her rear, feeling the mechanic’s marecock glide between her slickened glutes, she leered downward.

“Knees up, hot stuff,” the siren intoned, leaning in to peck her paramour’s cheek.

Gear immediately acquiesced, placing her soles on the mattress and bending her legs. The songstress almost immediately leaned back and used her thighs as a makeshift back rest. The sight itself was hot enough, seeing the gorgeous dickmare’s smug grin, bare tits, and swaying length, but it was about to get so much better. As a fuchsia foot was lifted and brought to her lips, the musician’s wolfish smile widened.

“Go ahead,” Aria cooed. Making sure to bring the ring clad toe to Gear’s mouth, she chuckled. The piece of jewelry was a formal acknowledgement of their relationship, one which had been put to good use.

Running her tongue between the Dazzling’s toes, Gear took a moment to kiss or suckle each one. Sandwiched between her thighs and the siren’s tush, her stallionhood throbbed defiantly. Looking upwards, she met her lover’s eyes. “God you’re - Smooch - sexy,” she huffed, caressing the girl’s ankle.

“That’s right,” the siren giggled, wriggling the digits on her foot, “suck my toes like the good stud bitch you are.” Resting one hand on the mechanic’s knees, she raised her lower half. As she lifted her ass, she reached beneath herself to guide the towering marecock to her backdoor. Just as the broad head graced her slippery hole, she bore her weight against it.

Slowly, savoring the sensation, Aria impaled herself on her lover’s tool. She couldn’t count how many times she’d had that glorious stallionhood inside of her, nor how many positions she’d been screwed in by it, yet it had never lost its allure. Thicker than her wrist and longer than her forearm, it was a godly piece of equipment; the fact that it was wielded by her lover, knowing she had access to it nearly whenever she pleased, fanned the flames of her lust.

“Now then,” she continued, moving her foot and kneeling onto her paramour, “how about you - Unf!” She couldn’t even finish her goading, before the mechanic began thrusting into her. Forcefully slamming her rear down, fully sheathing the monolithic member in her behind, she triumphantly wiggled her rear.

Fully seated, Aria released her lover’s knee and leaned forward. With their bosoms pressed together, she kissed her way up Gear’s collar and neck. “I fucking swear, I’m bringing you with me on our next tour,” she hummed, clenching her pucker.

“I never fail to make you hit those high notes, do I…” Gear joked, driving her waist upwards.

Besides making a damn fine cock sleeve, Aria was a perfect partner. Her only regret was not making their relationship official sooner. Genuinely happy with the siren’s amorous affection, even if she was being a little bullheaded, she moved to hug the girl - alas, it wasn’t meant to be.

“The mushy stuff can wait until after you’d bred my ass,” Aria whispered. Swatting the mechanic’s hand away, she pushed herself up. Reclining slightly, she arched her back; the move displayed a rather prominent imprint within her belly. Caressing her stomach, tracing along the outline of the dickmare’s shaft, she smiled.

The sight of her tool within the songstress, paired with the chiding, flipped a switch in Gear. Grabbing her lover’s hips, she started hammering into her. The impetus of her thrusts caused the siren’s tits and cock to sway up and down, as she put her substantial muscle to work. The snug confines around her length, the view, and the pleased groans of her paramour were all the reward she needed.

Synchronizing their movements, Aria plunged down to meet Gear’s rhythmically rising waist. She had sex toys on the bus, sure, but they paled in comparison to the real thing. Her, Sonata, and Adagio would occasionally fool around with one another, sometimes letting a supremely lucky fan or three in on the action, though even that wasn’t as fun as getting plowed by her lover.

Looking down her chest, past her swaying bosoms, Aria watched the titanic imprint disappear and reappear within her abdomen. Besides providing one hell of a show, her position was damn near perfect for anyone with a prostate. As she rode her lover like a seasoned cowgirl, the delicate organ in her rear was absolutely brutalized. Gouts of pre-cum squirted from her now turgid stallionhood with each thrust of the dickmare’s hips.

“Having fun up there?” Gear murmured, watching the massive dick bob and sway before her. The siren had asked that she fuck the cum out of her - however, there hadn’t been any mention of…

Aria gasped, as the mechanic’s head shot forward. Leaning in, almost like conducting the raunchiest sit-up imaginable, Gear kissed and licked her marecock. Slowing her movements a for a moment, just long enough to allow her hulking paramour to properly fellate her. No sooner had the woman’s lips wrapped around her length than she picked up the pace.

Locked in a mobius strip of pleasure, each with their tool being serviced in one way or another, the pair continued unabated. The air was filled with the steady Plap Plap Plap of their fucking, punctuated with the occasional moan or throaty groan from Aria. With her mouth full, the most Gear could muster was a series of intentionally loud and exceedingly wet sucking noises.

“Damn, I...I think you’ve been picking up on some of my techniques,” Aria stammered.

Though she sounded confident and collected, her body language spoke otherwise. Her motions grew erratic and frantic, her legs quivered, and she tweaked her nipples harder than ever. It didn’t take a genius to realize the girl was close; all she needed was a little nudge. Realizing the songstress was teetering on the edge, Gear decided to deliver just that.

Grabbing and cranking the lower half of Aria’s prick, the mechanic hungrily sucked on the battering ram-like head. Situated as she was, it’d be impossible for her to do more than service the first few inches of marecock, although that was enough. Between getting her ass railed out and the blowjob, the siren’s voice rose an octave. Sensing the time was at hand, Gear pulled back, tightened the grip on the girl’s shaft, and cleared her throat.

“Paint my face, hot stuff,” she whispered, issuing a particularly forceful thrust.

Of its volition, as if hearing her lover’s command, Aria’s body reached its limit. Throwing her head back, she howled to the heavens in climactic bliss. Her pucker twitched and convulsed around her lover’s length, her thighs trembled, and a torrent of spunk rocketed through her shaft.

As far as she knew, she was one of the very few who Gear had ever sucked off. She didn’t didn’t mind bottoming - hell, to be frank, she preferred it - but that didn’t mean she was opposed to getting a blowjob every now and then. Willing her eyes to open, she looked down at the dickmare beneath her.

Having known what was coming, Gear prepared accordingly. As soon as she’d issued her request, she’d closed her eyes and opened her mouth. Despite the fact that most of the siren’s foal batter had hosed down her muzzle, she was still streaked with ropes of the sticky stuff. Looking upwards, she closed her mouth, swallowed, and displayed her clean maw to the songstress.

“It’s actually nice when I get to taste it,” she teased, reminiscing on the few times she’d had a load pumped straight down her throat.

“H...happy with your meal?” Aria croaked, her chest heaving.

“Sure am, but I’m ready for the next course,” Gear laughed, slapping the siren’s ass.

“Next…” Aria trailed off, only then realizing the mechanic hadn’t cum yet. “I was thinking you could give me a bit of desert,” she hummed, wryly grinning at her lover.

“What’s on the menu?” the mechanic asked, knowing full well what the musician was going to say.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, ‘Creamies’ I know,” Aria laughed, shaking her head. That was one wonderful thing about Gear; she actually felt comfortable joking around with her, unlike with Adagio or Sonata.

“How about you flip around. I want to see those cheeks clapping on my cock,” Gear purred, lazily spinning her finger.

Being power bottomed was a refreshing change of pace, especially because she was a rather dominant top almost all of the time. Lying there, being given the opportunity to relax and indulge herself with an enthusiastic bottom, there was a certain charm to it. Resting her hands behind her head, she watched the siren awkwardly execute an about face while impaled.

Moving from a kneeling to a squatting position, Aria faced away from her supine lover. It wasn’t quite as comfortable as resting on her knees, but that hardly mattered. Her partner had made her cum and she was ready to return the favor. Resting one hand on her thigh, she reached back and loudly slapped her ass.

“Good enough of a view for ya?” she inquired, smiling over her shoulder. Without waiting for a reply, she started moving again. Up and down, up and down, like a well greased piston, she worked the girthy stallionhood beneath her.

“Mmmmmm...Yeah,” Gear mused, giving herself a second to enjoy the show. Seeing her length disappear and reappear, repeatedly swallowed by the siren’s succulent booty, her hips twitched.

“Bet you’ve - Nnnnn - been putting this to good use, with me out of the house,” Aria chuckled.

Their relationship was, for the most part, open. So long as they relegated any fucking around to flings, they saw no harm in sating themselves with others. Given the absurd sex-drive dickmares had, it made sense. At the end of the day, after all was said and done, they looked forward to being with one another.

“Not recently, no. Why would I go and fuck someone else when I’ve go the best piece of ass in Equestria coming home to me,” Gear lovingly responded, playfully thrusting up to punctuate her statement.

Aria faltered, staring wide eyed, but only for a moment. The sweet remark quickly sent her into a into a frenzy, leaving her fucking herself on her lover like a beast possessed. From an outsider’s perspective, it would have been impossible to tell she’d only just climaxed. Quickly sinking to her knees, she got herself into an optimal position to milk Gear dry.

Far from being finished, the siren shifted her lower legs. As she rhythmically speared herself on the coral colored stallionhood of her paramour, she put her feet to good use. She ran her toes over the mechanic’s face and cheeks, going by feel alone, making sure to stuff a toe or two into the dickmare’s mouth.

“Come on, you can fuck me harder than that!” she taunted, her zeal quickly overcoming her lover’s.

The dirty talk, the feet on her visage, and the sublimely hot and tight ass around her tool hammered all of Gear’s buttons. If the girl wanted her cum - by Celestia - that’s exactly what she was going to get. Sinking her fingers into the sire’s hips, suckling upon the ring clad toe, she flew into a rut lust.

There were times, although they were few, when the two made love; slowly and sensually pressing their bodies together, kissing and caressing one another, in a physical show of affection - this was not one of those times. Like two primordial deities of lust, they vehemently screwed each other with reckless abandon. Growls, grunts, hisses, and impassioned obscenities filled the air - as did the near violent Whud Whud Whud of their bodies colliding.

“Fuck yes! Fuck me harder, you Slut!” Aria yelled, the telltale signs of another climax teasing her.

Gritting her teeth, too fixated on staving off release, Gear didn’t reply - that was, until she made a fatal mistake. Having kept her eyes closed, lest the hypnotic rise and fall of her lover’s ass do her in, she had no idea that the siren was moving again. A whorish moan drew her attention, causing her to look upwards.

Looking down and behind herself, Aria had arched her back and braced her arms. She was on the cusp of cumming again, but there was something she needed to say. Steeling herself, looking deeply into the dickmare’s eyes, she drew a breath. “I...I love you!” she howled, pushed past the brink.

As the words cut through the air, Gear climaxed on the spot. Wracked with nirvanic pleasure, the physical sensations were only eclipsed by the emotional weight of the statement. Crying out in rapturous bliss, she could only make out four words.

“I love you too!”

Erupting like a fire hydrant, the siren’s dick spewed a second load over the mechanic’s legs, feet, and bedspread below. Her climax was met with an equally violent explosion of jizz within her bowels. Several days worth of unspent loads seeped into her depths, surging through her innards and causing her belly to swell and sag. The monumental influx, while obscenely intense, only served to send her pleasure skyrocketing.

With the tip of her length fully flared, locking her into her lover’s ass, Gear grunted triumphantly. There’d been times where her explosive finish had caused others to black out, but not Aria - no, her paramour sat at the apex of bottoms. There weren’t many who could handle her for consecutive rounds, but the songstress was definitely one of them.

The two dickmares shakily drew still, their bodies grinding to an eventual halt. Overcome with raw pleasure, something magical happened. Under normal circumstances, they would have spooned or quietly recuperated to begin again - yet this was different. Forcing her body to comply, the siren unsteadily turned, dislodged the semi-rigid cock from her ass, and pounced on her mate.

The sudden weight of the siren barely jarred Gear from her post-coitus stupor. Wrapping her arms around the girl, pulling her close, she smiled from ear to ear. Throwing around the L word wasn’t to be taken lightly, yet something told her that Aria’s admission had been genuine. Nuzzling the songstress’ neck, she sighed. “I really do mean it too…”

“Me too,” Aria whispered, her voice as faint as a summer breeze.

Resting on the bed, positively covered in a cocktail of sweat and cum, the duo caught their breath. It wasn’t long before the siren rolled to the side, pulling the mechanic over to face her. Tenderly caressing one another, grinning like a pair of high school sweethearts, they savored the all too brief silence.

“Want to go out for a bite? I’ll buy, since I kinda fucked your dinner,” Aria grumbled, suddenly mindful that she’d upended her partner’s plans.

“I thought your ass was my dinner?” Gear quipped, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, I mean, it can be dessert later!” the siren laughed, guiding the dickmare’s hand down to her hip.

“Yeah, too bad I can’t have it on the go…” the mechanic muttered, lamenting the fact that they spent time apart for their careers.

“Oh shit, that reminds me!” Aria abruptly exclaimed, hopping up and rushing out of the room.

The sudden departure was exacerbated by the trail of hot spunk she left on the floor, causing Gear to frown slightly. Fortunately, the siren was only gone for less than a minute. Scampering back into the bedroom, with a duffel slung onto her shoulder, she approached the bed.

“I picked up something for us in Fillydelphia,” the musician explained. Setting her bag on the bed, she began rummaging around in her belongings. It didn’t take long for her to produce a pair of painfully boring panties and an innocuous hand mirror. “Here,” she stated, handing them over.

Taking one item in each hand, Gear inspected them. If there was something extraordinary about the items, she sure as hell couldn’t tell what it was. Finally, having waited in vain for an explanation, she shrugged. “What about them?”

“Stick your hand in the mirror,” Aria excitedly instructed, fighting to contain a grin.

Doing as asked, Gear’s hand disappeared through the reflective surface and reappeared inside the undergarment - specifically, at a point in the lower back region. She could scarcely believe what she was seeing. Experimentally inserting and withdrawing her limb, realizing she had maintained function and sensory input throughout the experiment, she looked over at the siren.

“I figured maybe we could both use a pair,” Aria cooed, pulling an identical set of items from her bag. Her joyous smile split into a wicked, nearly predatory grin, leaving Gear to mirror the look. Now with a new set of toys, the pair would be sure to keep things interesting…

A Lesson on Loosening Up

“It’s too fucking hot out there,” Aria grumbled, idling by the front door to kick off her shoes.

Running in the summer heat wasn’t exactly what she’d consider pleasant, but it was worth the effort. Her fans and lover adored her physique, her health was superb, and she always managed to sleep like a brick. It wasn’t all that terrible, although it did require a fair bit of mental discipline.

Trotting into the house, snatching the yoga mat she kept in the foyer, she moved towards the living room. She’d recently started ending her exercise routines with stretching, after getting a poorly timed cramp during a concert; it had been an unpleasant experience which taught her a cruel lesson. Realistically speaking, limbering up wasn’t all that bad and was, in fact, it was a rather pleasant way to finish her workouts.

“There’s my little she-stud,” Aria mused, entering the den and spying her lover on the sofa.

Gear waved dismissively, keeping her eyes glued on the television. Cybercinema had released Retaliators 3: The Vengeance of Terramar just the night before and she’d been waiting months to watch the movie. She knew Aria didn’t care about it, often picking on her taste in films, so she figured she’d go ahead and view it herself.

Unfurling her mat on the floor, just to the left of the television, Aria stretched her shoulders. “Not gonna-”

“Ssssssssh,” Gear hissed, pointing to the screen.

The siren rolled her eyes and eased herself down. If her mate wanted to watch her silly action movies, that was fine, although she wasn’t about to disrupt her routine. One of the unfortunate side effects of living with the hulking mechanic was the cozy nature of their home. There were only so many places she could perform yoga; the bedroom didn’t have much floor space, she wasn’t going to stretch out in the foyer or kitchen, and she definitely had no plans on going back into the oppressive heat of the outdoors.

Getting onto her hands and knees, Aria presumed a cat-cow position. She usually started with her back, before loosening up her arms and legs, so the pose seemed appropriate. Pushing her shoulders up, facing away from her paramour, she absentmindedly watched the television. Normally, she’d have some soothing music to help her relax, although she was treated to explosions and lasers instead.

“Do you really like this kinda crap?” she groused, watching a stallion get flung through a window.

“Shut up, it’s good!” Gear growled, turning up the volume.

“Good - Pffft!” Aria chuckled. Pressing her hips downward, assuming a cobra pose, she arched her back. “I can think of at least one other thing in the room that’s a little better to look at.”

Glancing over at the songstress, Gear’s eyes wandered over the siren’s body. Adorned in little more than a painfully snug and form-fitting leotard, the outfit left little to the imagination. It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen her lover naked more times than she could count, but there was something inexplicably hot about seeing her in something so tight. Sweat glistened on her exposed flesh, glinting in the warm light of the room.

It was only when one of the protagonists of the movie started screaming, unleashing a hellfire of rockets from an armored mech, did she drag her eyes off the provocative sight. They could fool around later - for the time being, she needed to see how the good guys would defeat the nefarious Admiral Armageddon. She’d avoided spoilers for ages, just so she could watch the latest movie without having anything ruined; be damned if she’d let the siren succubus would distract her.

Aria was no fool; she’d noticed the momentary diversion her backside had created and, being the impish slut that she was, she couldn’t help but press the envelope. Holding her position for another minute or so, lest she tip her hand, she planted her feet on the floor and pushed herself up. Bending at the waist, she transitioned into a downward dog stance.

Bent at nearly a ninety degree angle, with one palm on the floor, she swiftly pressed against her barely restrained package. Pushing her equipment back and clamping her thighs together, she had no doubt that the imprint of her junk would be impossible not to notice. With her hastily laid plans going into full swing, she hung her head.

“By the way, it’s hotter than Tartarus outside,” she casually noted. “Thank goodness I was able to find this outfit.”

Gear sighed, glancing over at the siren. The getup wasn’t really intended for jogging, but be damned if it didn’t look absolutely stunning on her. Crafted from a single piece of fabric, the leotard had been an absolute bastard to order. The company which manufactured them didn’t typically make the articles in Aria’s size, since she was significantly larger than most mares, but it fit her like a glove.

“It’s just so fucking comfortable,” Aria continued, contentedly swaying her hips from side to side, “it feels like I’m wearing nothing at all!”

“Uh-huh,” Gear grunted, trying her damnedest to avoid looking at the magnificently displayed ass before her.

Just south of the delectably succulent siren ass rested the unmistakable bulge of two plump nuts and the swell of a semi-flaccid marecock. Though the woman had only been in the room for a few minutes, and was situated roughly six or seven feet away, she could already detect the heavenly aroma of fresh sweat and musk. Sweet Celestia - if it was that strong at a distance, if she were to get closer and…

Grumbling to herself, she returned to watching the film. The vile temptress could wait until she was finished - at least, that’s what she told herself. Not a minute or so after directing her attention back to the movie, a slow movement caught her eye. The songstress shifted, spreading her legs and leaning forward.

“My only complaint about this thing is that it’s a little too snug in places - ya know?” Aria murmured, tugging at the fabric over her crotch. “It’s pretty obvious that these things weren’t made for chicks packing heat, but you’d think they’d make the chest a little more accommodating…”

Resting one hand on her knee, she turned her torso to the side and looked back. “Feels like my tits are getting strangled in here!” she halfheartedly grouched, pulling at the cloth over her rack. “It keeps the girls from bouncing around when I run but - Jeez - my sweater puppies are just crammed in here.”

Feeling her mouth beginning to water, seeing the sly grin on the songstress’ face, Gear knit her brow. “Maybe order one that’s a little larger next time or, I don’t know, you could figure out how to take your measurements properly.”

Aria shrugged, before going back to her stretching. “Eh - it’s not that big of a deal. Anyhow, I passed this little couple on the last leg of the run who were apparently fans of mine. Stopped to say hello, gave them a handshake and told them about our show next month. It was cute, even if they kept ogling the goods. If I was single, I may’ve just invited them back to plow their brains out,” she remarked, casually getting into a forward bend.

“Do you ever…” Gear’s complaint died in her throat, as she noticed the log of flesh within her lover’s shorts beginning to swell. Growing in length and girth, it only took a second for the dark mauve tip of her tool to slip out one leg of her outfit.

“Oh man, just imagining it gives me shivers. Me pumping a load into that stallion while his marefriend polished and worked my nuts,” Aria groaned, adding yet more fuel to the fire. “I bet they’d be picking up a strap-on before too long. Too bad silicone can’t compare to the genuine article.”

Though she wasn’t looking back, she heard the couch creak behind her. She loved Gear - she really did - but getting her worked up was just too easy. Sure enough, in the blink of an eye, a hand ran up the back of her thigh and to her groin. Wiping the mischievous grin from her face, she stood and wheeled around.

“Excuse me!” Aria blurted, facing her partner. “I’m trying to stretch!”

“You say that after showing off and bragging about how you would bag and plow a couple?” Gear retorted, folding her arms under her rack.

Holding a hand to her chest, as if stricken, Aria gasped. “I would never do such a thing! I’m committed to you and I’d never bring someone home without your agreement. Now would you please let me finish?” she innocently attested.

Gear scrunched her snout. It was clear that the siren wasn’t going to let her finish her movie, so she may as well abandon any hope watching the thrilling conclusion of the film. “What’s that sumo pose?”

“The what? Are you talking about a malasana squat?” Aria countered, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, the squat thing. How about you do that on my face,” the mechanic snickered, “then we can take a shower and I can help you stretch that ass a little.”

“Or maybe I help you loosen up a bit,” Aria giggled, walking her fingers around her lover’s waist.

“Someone must be feeling feisty, since I thought you were hoping to relax after your run,” Gear noted, as the siren groped her tush.

“How about this. If I can make you bust a nut in under five minutes, I get to top you - if not, you can fuck me silly,” the songstress offered.

Truth be told, Gear wasn’t opposed to getting dicked down occasionally - even if she wasn’t usually the bottom. With the offer of a bet on the table, and considering her paramour seemed to be in the mood to dominate someone, she wasn’t one to oppose. She grinned and shrugged her shoulders.

“Fuck it, I’m game,” she snickered.

“Alright, lie down on the mat, facing up, and take your pants off,” Aria instructed, stepping off the padded surface.

Gear did as asked, slipping her tank top up and over her head. She hadn’t bothered with a bra, since she was just lounging around the house, so her bare bosoms were quickly left uncovered. After unbuttoning her pants, she wiggled about and pulled the article down her muscled legs. As the slacks were drawn down her thighs, her semi-rigid length sprang into view.

Kicking the garment aside, she eased herself down, rolled onto her back, and rested her head on her hands. She watched as the siren stepped over her, placing her hands on her hips and swaying her waist from side to side. It was an admittedly nice view, peering up at her lover’s groin from below, but it didn’t hold a candle to what was to come.

Hooking her fingers around one shoulder strap, she pulled one arm free. Mirroring the act, after the limb was removed, she started laboriously pulling the leotard down her torso. After lifting one leg and smoothly withdrawing it from the outfit, she hopped on one foot and kicked the article free. Butt naked, feeling the cool are on her sweaty flesh, she smiled.

There weren’t many who could withstand what she was about to enact, although she knew good and damn well that Gear could handle it. Her lover was remarkably well built and durable, leaving her with no reservations whatsoever. Lowering herself, with her feet firmly planted to either side of the supine dickmare, she eased her bare ass onto her paramour’s face.

The sweat slick cheeks of Aria’s backside bore down on Gear’s muzzle, all but entombing her snout. Beyond the exquisite view, the earthy musk was downright divine. Strong and heady, yet maintaining a certain marish decadence, the scent alone was enough to make her rock hard, so the sensation of the two sculpted buns against her only added to her excitement.

“Bet you fuckin love this don’t you, you slut,” Aria giggled.

Rocking her waist forward and back, smearing the dickmare’s muzzle with perspiration, she gradually bore more weight against her lover. Carefully, kicking one leg out at a time, her feet danced down her lover’s frame, over her abdomen, and towards the towering pillar of flesh at her groin. It may be a bit underhanded, but there was one technique which would virtually guarantee her success.

Blinded by the shapely ass on her face, breathing in the intoxicating fragrance of her mate, Gear hadn’t the slightest idea what she was in for - that was, until something warm glided over her cock. The sensation was accompanied by the siren shifting, leaning back slightly and alleviating some of the weight on her head. Given the circumstances, she was being treated to only one thing.

“Such a big girl,” Aria cooed.

Her toes drifted up and down her mate’s girthy shaft, gently kneading the tender flesh. Seated on her lover’s face, with her arms braced behind herself, she toyed with the mechanic’s tool. Before meeting Gear, she’d never really given much thought to giving foot-jobs, but she’d slowly grown to enjoy it.

The titanic mare was an absolute whore for her feet, having gone so far as to purchase her several rings for her toes. Aria thought it was a joke at first, although she soon discovered otherwise and took steps to please her partner. Since they’d formally started dating, she’d gone so far as to practice her carnal footwork in secret.

Gear closed her eyes, reached up, and sunk her fingers into the siren’s ample hips. The sensation of the songstress’ supple soles sandwiching and caressing her shaft were a relatively rare treat, almost tempting her to fixate on the sinful feeling - almost. Kissing and licking the pronounced pucker against her lips, she shamelessly feasted on her paramour’s booty.

Skillfully working the dick between her feet, taking care to massage the sensitive underside of the shaft, Aria’s efforts were quickly rewarded by the first drops of pre-cum dribbling from the dickmare’s member. It really didn’t take much to get Gear wound up, when it came to her tootsie tool-work, so she figured it wouldn’t take long - still, she wanted to hammer the point home. Adjusting her positioning, she switched things up.

The cool metal toe ring, contrasting against the warm digits on her hefty nuts, caused Gear to groan into Aria’s tush. Seeing the siren traipse about barefoot, while wearing the golden reminder of their commitment to one another, damn near always managed to get her worked up; the fact that the siren was wearing it currently, while massaging her junk, virtually drove her mad with lust.

“Gonna cum for me, baby? Go ahead, just blow that hot load all over my little toes so you can lick them clean,” Aria purred, continuing her onslaught.

The rimjob was pleasant enough, even though she doubted she’d need the warmup and slick hole. Concentrating, rhythmically pumping the throbbing log of marecock between the arches of her feet, she stroked her mate’s pole. In less than a minute, her soles and toes were covered with the slick, gooey pre-cum leaking from Gear’s prodigious member.

Try as she might, Gear was having a hard time not losing her composure. The siren was assaulting every sense she had; the honeyed words, the cloying flavor of sweat, the musk flooding her sinuses, the sensation of the foot-job, it was all a dreadfully sensual weight to bear and her resolve began to crumble because of it. Despite having planned to deposit her seed into her lover’s ass, she was steadily coerced to do otherwise.

The dickmare’s muffled groaning, the way she was ineffectually was thrusting her hips, and just how fucking hard her stallionhood was throbbing meant only one thing - Gear was about to lose their little wager. Balancing herself on one arm, Aria reached down and grabbed her sweetheart’s hand. It was time to finish the woman off and she knew just how to pull the trigger.

“Gear,” she moaned out, continually stroking her lover’s length, “I want to be with you forever.”

With those words, Gear’s fate was sealed. Gritting her teeth, a tide of bliss overtook her. Every muscle about her heavy frame tensed and twitched, as bolts of pleasure shot through her body. Like some fecund geyser, her cock erupted. Although she couldn’t see it, hot jizz spattered and gushed over the siren’s feet and lower legs, as well as coating her own groin, thighs, and abdomen in the process. Losing some paltry bet was a small price to pay, for such a rare and decadent finish.

“Hmmhmmhmm - too easy,” Aria smugly teased, pushing herself up and removing her saliva streaked rear from the mare’s face.

Panting, licking her lips of what little sweat was left there, Gear stared up at her mate. “Sweet Celestia, I love you,” she wheezed, heaving air into her chest.

“I know,” the siren smoothly replied, leaning in and giving the mechanic a kiss on the lips, “and I love you too. Now then, roll over.”

“Can’t we do it on the bed?” Gear grumbled, begrudgingly doing as she was asked.

“It’s a yoga mat,” Aria noted, watching the dickmare flip over. “It’s made for stretching and working out - which is exactly what I’m going to be doing to that ass of yours.”

Looming over her paramour, she gave herself a moment to appreciate the sight. Like herself, if not slightly moreso, Gear was exquisitely well built and covered in muscle. She was definitely a woman, that much was for sure, yet she was huge, strong as an ox, and extraordinarily well hung. In every conceivable way, she was built to fuck - but not today.

Pressing her palms to the floor on either side of Gear’s hips, she brought her face towards her lover’s legs. Every contour and curve, from the small valleys of the bundled, cable-like muscle to the large crevices of her joints, was simply magnificent. Moving up the dickmare’s body, she brought her face to the sculpted, coral colored rump before her.

“I’m just gonna…” Aria hummed, burying her snout between the two beefy buns of the mechanic’s brawny backside.

It wasn’t like they didn’t have lube in the bedroom, but she’d be remiss for not returning the treatment Gear had given her. Digging her tongue into her mate’s taut pucker, she slickened the hole with her saliva. Practically making out with the woman’s backdoor, she closed her eyes and relished her lover’s pungent musk.

Gear’s eye’s fluttered slightly, as she was loosened up. While the siren rarely topped, typically being the one getting her rump played with in some form or fashion, there was no denying the skill and precision of her lover’s tongue. Not only could she feel the tightness of her pucker loosening slightly, but her prostate was getting its fair share of affection as well. Subconsciously, she lifted her waist and pressed herself back.

Retracing her head, Aria dragged her body over her paramour’s back. Kissing and licking, squeezing and caressing, she worshiped Gear like some ancient adonic she-stud made flesh. It was only when she draped her head over the woman’s shoulder, pressing her cheek to her mate’s own, did she stop and grin. Situated as they were, chest to back, her crotch rested against the colossal woman’s behind.

“Feel that?” she teased. Playfully bucking her hips, she caused her throbbing stallionhood to hotdog her lover’s buns. “That’s gonna fuck the cum out of you and make you cry out like a bitch in heat.”

“That is, if you don’t pop in the ten seconds,” Gear taunted, glancing sidelong at the siren. “How about you put your money where that beautiful, dick-sucking mouth of yours is and bang me already.”

“Just don’t forgive me if you’re walking funny tomorrow,” Aria giggled, pushing herself up.

Balancing herself on one arm, she reached down and guided the tip of her length to the woman’s hole. Resting the head of her stallionhood against the meaty pucker beneath her, she cranked the base of her shaft to produce a gobbet of pre. She’d be coating her mate’s insides with the slick substance quickly enough, after the initial penetration, but she wanted them both to enjoy it.

“You gonna sit back there and jack off all afternoon or actually do me?” Gear goaded, pulling her buns apart.

“Remember that when you’re calling me Mommy,” Aria laughed, thrusting downward.

After the bloated tip of her cock popped into her lover, the rest was surprisingly easy. Only the very base of her length rivaled the girth of her glans, so she was able to plunge into Gear with relative ease. Inch after inch of her shaft sank into the mechanic’s brawny backside, until she was nearly hilted.

The siren paused for a moment, letting Gear adjust to the fullness she afforded, before she retracted her hips. Pulling her tool free, save for the tip, she hammered herself back inside. Like some great engine rousing from its slumber, she gradually picked up speed until she found a steady pounding rhythm.

Essentially sandwiched between the floor and a humping siren, there wasn’t all that much Gear could do. Lifting her waist to meet the songstress’ thrusts, while clenching on the backstrokes, she worked to milk her lover’s shaft. While their positioning limited her freedom of movement, there was one massive benefit - her prostate was getting absolutely pummelled.

“That’s right, work that dick,” Aria huffed, steadily pounding away.

Pounding her lover from above, the siren’s throbbing tool was embraced by her mate’s hot, silken depths. The mechanic was tight enough as it was, so the added pressure of clenching only compounded the natural snugness. Beyond the sublime physical sensations afforded by the normally dominant woman, knowing she was in control added an exotic spice to the situation as a whole.

“I learned - Mmmph - it from the best,” Gear remarked, resting her head to the side and peering up at the siren.

“Let me return the favor,” Aria snickered. Adjusting the angle of her thrusts, she crushed the mechanic’s p-spot and elicited a throaty moan from the woman.

She’d been fucked in the ass more times than she could possibly count, and she knew exactly where the sweet spots were. While she did prefer to be on the receiving end of a hot dicking, she was more than capable of pounding a dickmare or stallion until they were a whimpering, shaky-legged mess. Increasing the speed of her plunges, she cranked up the intensity.

Gear’s eyelids fluttered, while the siren grunted and huffed above her. The room was silent, save for the sounds of heavy breathing, flesh slapping hotly on flesh, and the occasional stifled sound of pleasure. Worming her hands beneath her chest, against the hardwood floor, the mechanic pinched and twisted her nipples; if she was going to get railed out, she may as well enjoy it.

In spite of having only climaxed a few minutes prior, her monstrous cock was diamond hard against the floor. Pinned between the mat and her legs, stimulated solely by the pressure of her thighs, pre-cum and spunk seeped from her tool. It was a bit of a shame, knowing it wasn’t being used to obliterate a nice warm hole, but she couldn’t care less.

The flames of her marish desires were a raging inferno, spurring her to savor being used and abused by her lover; such instances, while uncommon, were more than enjoyable. She wouldn’t bottom for just anyone, but the siren was a welcome exception - after all, since they were both adorned with the same equipment, it was only fair that they switch roles every so often.

“H...harder,” she croaked, feebly pushing back to meet the siren’s thrusts.

Craning her neck downward, Aria peppered her mate’s neck with dainty kisses. Working one hand under the dickmare’s chest, gently taking hold of Gear’s wrist, she pulled one of the woman’s arms free. She quickly mirrored the movement with the other limb, leaving the two upper extremities held to the floor to either side of her paramour’s head.

“Mmmph - gonna rut you like the good little bitch you are,” she snarled, lacing her fingers with her mate’s.

“U...uh-huh,” Gear whimpered, feebly nodding.

She could practically feel her strength bleeding away, replaced by the need to get a scalding load of seed in her ass. Sweet stars above, even when she was willing to be on the receiving end of a fucking, she couldn’t remember the last time someone made her feel like this. In that moment, being plowed like a field in spring, her domineering streak simply crumbled under the might of her lover’s assault.

Sinking her length into the mechanic, Aria slowed and waggled her hips. “Beg for it…”

“Please, b...breed me,” Gear immediately moaned, shivering from head to toe.

“Atta girl,” the siren purred, just a split second before pulling out all the stops.

She’d been growing steadily closer to her limit and realized she wouldn’t be able to last all that much longer. Between the wonderful rim job she’d received, the control her position gave her, and the blissful sensations of her Gear’s depths, the blinding light of rapture was growing nearer with every passing second. Knowing she had little time left, she enacted her final plan.

Simply climaxing would have been fully acceptable, but she’d be remiss for not trying to push her paramour to a second orgasm. Shifting gears from a steady deep dicking to a furious jackhammering, making sure to keep her medial ring squarely above the dickmare’s sizable prostate, her hips became a blur.

Huffing with every thrust, feeling herself beginning to flare, Gear suffered through the full carnal might of the songstress. Given how hard Aria was throbbing within her, not to mention the furious and unraveling rhythm of the girl’s thrusts, she had to be close. Peering back, seeing her lover’s sweat streaked face, she was moved by just how dominant the siren could be.

Gritting her teeth, holding out for as long as she possibly could, Aria knew she had lost the battle. Her head shot downward, as she firmly grasped her mate’s hands in her own. Surprising Gear with a deep, romantic kiss, leaving their tongues to war with one another, she hilted. The floodgates burst, as their passion reached its zenith.

Gear would have cried out, would have howled like a beast possessed, yet all she could do was to groan into the siren’s mouth. As soon as the first gout of roiling spunk surged into her, she came with the force of a collapsing star. Her toes curled, shivers ran up her spine, and her limbs trembled uncontrollably. Every muscle on her body spasmed and shook, while she suffered through monumentally intense rapture.

Aria wasn’t much better off. Quivering, fitfully bucking her hips, she pumped wave after seething wave of her seed into Gear’s ass. Surging through her mate’s guts, like a blown fire hydrant, her jizz was deposited deep into her lover. Besides feeling heavenly, knowing that she was marking her paramour with her essence, claiming her in such an erotic way, drove her ecstasy to unimaginable heights.

The two stayed like that, one twitching atop the other, while they rode out their nearly tandem climaxes. It was only when the siren’s mighty tool began to soften, leaking the final dregs of her foal-batter into the mechanic, did she move. Rolling to her side, pulling Gear along with herself, Aria made herself comfortable.

“Have - Cough - fun?” Gear wheezed, reaching back to caress the songstress’ hip.

“As if you didn’t like it,” Aria wearily teased, stroking her lover’s belly. Slightly swollen and distended, if only just, she giggled to herself. “Bottom bitch gets to clean up.”

“Then you’ll have a full afternoon ahead of you,” Gear rebuked.

Slapping her lover’s ass, she flashed a wolfish grin over her shoulder. Even though she may have a liter of siren spunk sloshing around inside of her, and a semi-rigid dick in her ass, she was definitely not the bottom bitch in the relationship. Giving a little peck to her mate’s nose, she looked deeply into her lover’s eyes.

“If I’m the bottom bitch, maybe you should prove it,” Aria mused, as an insidious smirk crept across her face.

“Oh I’ll prove it in the shower - after all, it wouldn’t be fair for you to mop up any more cum off the floor or, Celestia forbid, have to change the sheets of the bed again,” Gear giggled, playfully throwing her ass back.

“On one condition,” Aria tutted, pressing a finger to the woman’s snout.

“And what’s that?” Gear whispered, feeling her loins stir.

“Only if I can look at that gorgeous face of yours while you’re fucking me into a coma,” the siren responded.

Flexing her pelvis, sending blood to her partially flaccid cock, she shifted and pushed herself up on one arm. Though it wasn’t easy, and took a considerable amount of her concentration, she managed to awkwardly get to her feet and haul Gear into a princess carry - all while her stallionhood remained entombed within her paramour. Cradling the massive dickmare to her chest, she loped off towards the shower.

Gear’s mouth flapped for a second, as she was whisked off to the restroom. It was just one more thing that reminded her that she’d met the perfect mate and she honestly couldn’t imagine being luckier. Strong, gorgeous, skillful, and delightfully cheeky, Aria was everything she could ever dream of in a partner, inspiring her in ways she didn’t think possible.

“You know,” Aria nonchalantly noted, as she walked along, “I really do love you.”

“I wouldn’t have given you a key if you didn’t,” Gear laughed, reaching around and squeezing the siren’s ass.

Sure, she may be farting cum for the rest of the afternoon, but it was Aria’s cum. She’d get her payback, eventually, and it wasn’t like they hadn’t done the song and dance before. There wasn’t much she wouldn’t do for the slatternly siren, or visa versa, which was one of the many, many reasons why she hoped they’d stay together for a long, long time…

Amerous Appointment

High Gear opened up the throttle on her bike, as she saw the Canterlot skyline on the horizon. With the wind whipping her black and gold streaked mane behind her helmeted head, she raced to her destination. Glancing around, ensuring there weren’t any police around, she increased speed. Normally, she wouldn’t be flying into town like a bat out of hell; but it wasn’t quite a normal day.

Just shy of a month ago, as she’d wrapped up a weekend vacation with her good friend Aria Blaze, she’d woken up to a rather curious note. Since the siren had opted to crash with her one final night, before concluding her latest tour with the Dazzlings, she wasn’t too surprised to wake up and find the musician missing. As she’d gotten up, lumbering into the kitchen to set a pot of coffee brewing, she’d discovered a message waiting for her.

Hastily scrawled on a scrap of paper, placed on the dead center of High Gear’s kitchen table, the script had been short, sweet, and to the point. A date, time, and location had been written - nothing more, nothing less - at least, that’s what she’d thought. Turning the note over, she’d found an unfortunate series of four words - No Cumming Until Then…

The small message had to have been from Aria, though she could only speculate as to what the feisty siren was up to. Considering she’d been friends with the songstress for ages, and that they’d fooled around more times than she could possibly count, so she’d be willing to bet that doing as the note asked would definitely have some sort of a payoff. Refraining from sexual activity, for most people, was a trial; but for dickmares like herself, it was almost hellish.

Having a higher sex drive than most stallions, while maintaining a remarkably feminine, albeit exceptionally large and muscled physique, High Gear’s body was a sexual jungle gym. Not only did dickmares tend to be significantly larger and stronger than either males or females, but their carnal prowess was beyond compare. Unlike other sexes, their refractory periods, lustful appetite, and stamina were hard to beat - as such, waiting for two full weeks without release was going to be an arduous test.

Curbing her urges, reminding herself that it would all be worth it, Gear had resisted temptation to get off and kept herself busy with work. Hell, she’s even turned down some sweet little pegasus who’d started getting flirty with her at her shop! Even though she realized it would all have a payoff, it was far from easy. Shaking her head, telling herself that she was about to reap whatever reward was waiting for her, she zoomed into the capital.

Despite knowing the city relatively well, it still took her nearly an hour to find the address she was looking for. Deep within the industrial district, sandwiched between a machine shop and an for-rent office suite, the structure was remarkably nondescript. Not a single sign or bit of writing adorned the building, with only a set of numbers displayed by the front door.

Parking her bike, Gear hopped off and removed her helmet. Rechecking the crumpled note, ensuring that she was in the right spot, she sighed. Honestly, she hadn’t known what to expect, though finding a drab, painfully boring building wouldn’t have been her first guess. With little else to go on, she walked to the entrance, checked the handle, and let herself inside.

Walking into the structure, finding herself in a small, sparsely adorned waiting area, she fanned her face. Either the heater was running or the business - whatever it was - was astonishingly well insulated; either way, it was damn near stifling inside. Taking stock of her surroundings, wondering if anyone would be coming to greet her, she pressed onward.

Unzipping her jacket, Gear slowly stripped the garment off her broad torso. While on the road, speeding along on a motorcycle, the article provided some modicum of protection and was quite warm - inside, however, it got rather stuffy. Slinging the coat over her shoulder, she cursed her choice of leather pants; while they did look damn good on her, doing an exceptional job of showing off her sculpted legs and prominent bulge, they did nothing to help her keep cool.

Passing through a short, dimly lit hallway, she delved deeper into the structure. “Hello?” she called out, hoping that someone would hear her. It was strange enough that she hadn’t seen a soul since entering, but the fact that she still couldn’t tell what sort of business or venue she’d entered was downright bizarre.

Stepping towards the open doorway at the end of the small corridor, she spied what appeared to be a cavernous room. Pausing at the threshold, she peeked inside and surveyed the area. A number of large, mounted cameras stood positioned within the chamber, as well as a number of what looked to be pieces of audio recording equipment. There were several other odds and ends, including a few pieces of furniture, a bed, some speakers, and an entertainment center arrayed within, giving the entire place a comfortable feel.

Raising one eyebrow, Gear was left to assume it was some sort of rudimentary recording studio or jam area for the Dazzlings. While the group mostly released professionally edited videos and recordings, they would occasionally sell amateurish material for special occasions or events. Smiling to herself, shaking her head, she lazily strolled through the area and took in the sights - that was, until her eyes rested upon something which caused her heart to skip a beat.

Lounging on a futon, beneath a set of the blazing studio lights, lie Aria. Buck naked, from head to beautifully pedicured toe, she glistened with sweat. Freezing in place, Gear drank in the sight of her nude friend. Be damned if she knew why the siren was in the buff, though she sure as hell wasn’t going to complain about the sight.

Nearly as large as she, Aria was tall and exceptionally well built. Well toned muscle covered her frame, accentuating her heavy chest, succulent behind, and gorgeous face in an out-and-out magical way. Her hide, a light fuchsia, complimented her mulberry colored eyes and byzantium mane. As if sensing she was being watched, the musician looked in the mechanic’s direction and smiled.

“How’s it ‘goin, Stud,” Aria chuckled, swinging one leg up and over the back of the couch.

Her her flaccid shaft flopped over her thigh, as she repositioned herself. Covered in dark, violet flesh, her tool was almost as big as her friend’s - almost. Being slightly less well hung than Gear didn’t bother her much, considering she preferred to bottom for the mechanic anyways, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t use her stallionhood to entice her companion.

Gear swallowed hard, as she gazed upon the beauty before her. Sweet, merciful Celestia, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen something so captivating before. Like a centerfold from a dirty magazine, Aria’s heavily lidded eyes danced up and down her body, inspecting her from top to bottom. Sure, having gone for two weeks without blowing a load didn’t help, but seeing her friend laid out like a supermodel made her instantly hard.

“That a rocket in your pocket…” the siren asked, nodding to the growing swell in the mechanic’s pants, “or are you just happy to see me.”

“Well,” Gear began, tossing her jacket to the side and practically ripping the shirt up and over her head, “it might night be a rocket, but she’s one hell of a ride!” Fiddling with her pants, trying to avoid ripping the button clean off, she failed to notice movement from the futon.

Barefoot as she was, and slightly eager to get the show going, Aria stealthily got up and scampered over to her friend. Brazenly grabbing Gear’s crotch, feeling the warmth and heft of the dickmare’s package, she grinned. “Oh man! What have you been feeding this thing…?” she snickered, feeling the mechanic shiver.

“Lately, mostly MILFs - not counting you, of course,” Gear countered, allowing the siren to unbutton and tug open the front of her trousers.

Wriggling in place, the siren squatted to the floor and hauled her pants and boxers down her legs. Inch after inch of her hardening tool appeared, as the garments descended her thighs, until the appendage sprang free. She couldn’t care less about jumping right into the action, given the dry-spell she’d put herself through, so she gently grabbed the musician’s mane and bucked her hips forward.

“Now, hold on just a second,” Aria protested, getting to her feet and jamming a finger between the pony’s tits. “You remember what you said at the hotel?”

Gear paused, thinking for a moment. She and her friend had talked about all sorts of stuff on their little getaway and nothing specifically was jumping out. Stepping out of her pants, kicking them and her underwear to the side, she conspiratorially rubbed her chin. “About taking another trip to the beach?” she inquired, smiling sheepishly.

“Ugh…” Aria grunted, stomping over to the couch and retrieving her phone. Ticking at the device, as she marched back over to the now undressed dickmare, she thrust the screen in the woman’s face. “Does this ring any bells?”

Gear watched a painfully amateurish video of herself fucking Aria. A vague memory crept to the fore, as she recalled filming them going at it one afternoon. “You never did send me that,” she pouted, while the recording concluded.

“No need,” the siren flippantly stated, walking back and placing the device on a table beside the futon.

“Why not? I know it’s short, but I thought it was kinda hot!” Gear snorted, scrunching her snout in frustration.

Stopping a few feet away, Aria cocked her hips and shook her head. “Are you that slow?” she groaned, looking to her friend’s blank expression. Throwing her arms out, gesturing to the cameras and boom microphones surrounding them, she gave the mechanic the best, most sarcastic ‘no shit’ look she could muster.

Glancing around, as all of the pieces fall into place, Gear’s eyes went wide. “You’re shitting me…”

“Nope! Got the studio all to ourselves,” Aria cheerfully responded, twirling around with her arms wide. “Eight high definition cameras, an array of audio recording equipment, and just enough furniture to make one hell of a porno. But that’s not the best part...” she continued, gliding her hands over her sides and to her waist. Turning away, shamelessly presenting her hindquarters and ripe, succulent nuts, she fondled her weighty testes. “I got nearly an entire month’s worth of cum for you to fuck out of me…”

Almost as soon as the siren had finished speaking, unabashedly showing her plump ass and ripe balls, a gout of pre-cum spurted from Gear’s now diamond-hard cock. Clearing her throat, staving off the temptation to leap upon her friend, the mechanic walked over and placed her hands on the songstress’ back. Standing the woman up, wheeling her around to face her, she licked her lips.

She’d always found something about Aria’s eyes to be bewitching; like the icing on a sinfully decadent cake, they had a way of drawing her in. Snaking one hand up, combing her fingers through the siren’s hair, she leaned in, drew a breath, and kissed her friend. The affectionate gesture was painfully short lived, as the duo’s barely restrained lust ignited.

Worming her tongue into Gear’s mouth, Aria reached around and firmly grasped her companion’s muscular ass. Chest to chest, with their bosoms and loins grinding against one another, their hands set to work. Caressing, squeezing, exploring their bodies, the pair set to one another like two beasts in heat - at least, for the first few seconds. It wasn’t long before the siren sunk to her knees and dragged her tongue up the dickmare’s length.

Hissing with delight, while grabbing one of her friend’s pigtails, Gear watched the performer wantonly kiss and fondle her balls. She had no doubt that she smelled like a blue-balled stallion, given how long it’d been since she’d had release, though she saw no reason to stop the woman. Considering she didn’t see any lube lying around, not to mention how pent up each of them were, a bit of saliva and pre-cum would have to do the trick.

Licking her way up Gear’s shaft, reaching its bloated tip, Aria opened her maw and slipped it into her muzzle. With her sinuses assailed by her friend’s strong scent, and her palate coated in the taste of stallionhood and fresh sweat, she started skillfully bobbing her head. Cranking the base of the mighty dick in her snout, while she serviced the first few inches with her mouth, her free hand crept to her loins. Closing her eyes and wrapping her fingers around her shaft, she got herself off.

As pleasant as the spectacle was, Gear’s normally calm composure was anything but. Bending over, clutching the siren’s shoulders, she hauled her friend back to a standing position. If Aria wanted to suck her off, she could; but only once she’d busted a nut in the woman’s ass. After having waited so long, she was ready to get to business.

“Pick something to bend yourself over or I will,” she chuckled, pinching and twisting one of the musician’s nipples.

It was pretty rare for Gear to be that forward with requests, yet Aria was hardly going to complain. Skipping over to a stadium loudspeaker, she bend over and rested her rack against the cloth-lined housing. Splaying her legs, she braced herself and looked back at the dickmare behind her. She felt pretty confident that she’d done a fine job fulfilling her friend’s request, but she couldn’t help from…

Gear’s mouth watered, as the siren reached back, grabbed one glute in each hand, and prized her buns apart. Walking over, she licked two fingers and plunged them into the songstress’s ass. As she’d suspected, Aria had had the forethought to thoroughly clean and lube herself before their little date. She smiled, finding herself exceptionally pleased with her friend’s machinations.

Groaning, rocking back into Gear’s hand, pre-cum dribbled from her throbbing cock. Just as she started enjoying the sensation of having her prostate milked, as abruptly as it had begun, the digits slipped from her tush. Before she could utter a complaint, the feeling was replaced by something warm and far more immense. Drawing a breath, she attempted to relax herself for the inevitable.

Grabbing hold of Aria’s waist, Gear pressed her hips forward. The head of her member ground against and into the siren’s entrance, worming into her with relative ease. Since her friend had prepared for their afternoon, likely having warmed herself up to a degree in the process, she slid deeper and deeper into the girl’s backside. While she did meet a touch of resistance, since her length got markedly thicker towards the root, she continued undeterred.

Both dickmares sighed contentedly, while their bodies were subjected to the bliss the other afforded. The heat and fullness Aria suffered through, as her insides warped and contorted to accommodate the prodigious cock plunging into her, was contrasted by the snug embrace Gear felt around her member. Both mares sought one thing and one thing alone; pressing their bodies to one another, the mechanic fully sheathed herself in the musician.

Letting her eagerness get the better of her, Gear started thrusting. With glacial speed, she withdrew her turgid length. The siren fought her escape, clamping down around her tool and causing her pucker to be drawn out with the steady retreat. She only stopped once practically half of her stallionhood was free; then, without any warning whatsoever, she drove every vascular inch of herself back inside the girl.

“Fuck yes!” Aria blared, fiercely slamming her waist back to meet her partner.

As Gear reared back, the siren rocked forward; then, like to titans colliding, they bucked back into each other. Aria gave as good as she got, slamming herself rearward to meet the mechanic’s thrusts. Like a pair of randy teens, eager to sate their uncontrollable urges, they fucked each other with reckless abandon.

“Harder!” the musician demanded, her dick violently swaying between her parted thighs. She hadn’t so much as touched her prick and she was already a hair’s breadth from cumming. Constricting her hole upon her friend’s dick, she yearned to be tipped over the edge.

More than happy to oblige the Aria, Gear knew exactly what to do. Altering the angle and depths of her plunges, ensuring her girthy medial ring was pistoning the siren’s tender prostate, she snatched a fistful of the girl’s hair. Pulling her friend’s mane, grinning down at the girl’s stunned expression, she had just two words to say.

“Cum, Bitch,” she growled, jackhammering the siren’s ass.

A whorish moan escaped Aria, as her jizz spattered all over the floor. Her toes curled, her backdoor spasmed and twitched, and her hair stood on end; only a few people in Equestria were able to say they could make her cum on command - fortunately, Gear was one of them. In the throes of her sweet release, her motions slowed incrementally, yet didn’t halt entirely. Catching her breath, wiping the drool from her chin, she was blissfully unaware of her friend shifting behind her.

Leaning in, draping herself over the songstress’ back, Gear reached down and grabbed her friend’s knees. In one smooth, colossal show of strength, she stood up and hauled Aria’s legs into the air - all while her cock remain entombed. Like some scandalous parody of a full nelson, she held her friend aloft, steadied herself for a second, then got right back to humping.

Held as she was, pinned to Gear’s chest with her knees to either side of her head, there wasn’t anything Aria could do - even if she’d wanted to. Peering downward, between her heaving bosoms, she watched her junk flop about slinging cum. Judging from how damn hard her friend’s cock was twitching, along with the jarring change of pace, she was left to believe the mechanic was nearly at her limit. Leaning her head back, looking upwards, she murmured one small request.

“Fill me up,” she purred, dragging her tongue up her friend’s neck.

Gritting her teeth, fucking Aria like a machine, Gear reached her peak. As her hefty testes pulled to her groin, pints of scalding jizz rocketed through her throbbing shaft. The tip of her tool flared outward, expanding to practically double its original size, scraping against the girl’s insides as it disgorged her fertile load. Grunting furiously, wave after seething wave of her seed was pumped into the siren’s depths.

The heat and sublime pressure, not to mention the adorable sounds Gear made when she popped, quickly evoked another raging hard-on from the impaled siren. It wasn’t like dickmares needed much time to recover, under ordinary circumstances, and Aria was already feeling like scratching a very particular itch. As the musician was shakily eased to the floor, she set a hastily devised plan into action.

Clenching her tush, hoping to keep most of the spunk inside herself, Aria strutted over to the futon and hopped down. Reclining along the couch’s length, she lazily jacked herself off and gazed over at her friend. Smearing cum along her then fully erect dick, she beckoned the mechanic over.

“You‘re looking a little tired,” Aria cooed, shooting her companion a mockingly forlorn look, “how about you have a seat…” Punctuating the statement with a thrust of her hips, she made it painfully obvious about exactly what she had in mind.

Using two fingers, Gear wiped some cum from her semi-erect cock and reached behind herself. While she hadn’t anticipated being the bottom, she wasn’t opposed to the notion. Even if she had a dick in her ass, she always made sure to let her partners know she was in charge. Sinking two digits into her behind, working herself up a bit, she strolled over to her friend.

As Gear drew closer, coming to and moving past her waist, Aria knew something was amiss. Turning her head and tracking her friend’s movements, she watched the mechanic lift the back-half of the futon and unfold it into a bed. Without skipping a beat, the dominant dickmare swung one leg over her head and smeared her lips with the salty remnants of spunk. Caressing her friend’s sides, without saying a word, she started sucking on the length of cock dangling over her face.

On all fours, straddling the siren, Gear mirrored Aria’s movements. Her tongue rolled past her pouting lips, as she guided the violet shaft into her maw. Bucking into her friends snout, while she suffered the same treatment, the pair started face fucking one another; slowly at first, but with steadily increasing vigor. Despite the mechanic’s best efforts to match the musician’s fellatio skills, she simply couldn’t keep up.

Aria was somewhat of a savant with blowjobs, a fact which Gear both loathed and adored; receiving them was quite the treat, yet competing against them was a fool’s errand. Torquing her head from side to side, applying vacuum on the backstrokes, the mechanic loudly slurped upon the turgid prick in her muzzle; it wasn’t a lackluster technique whatsoever, yet the songstress had it beat hands down.

Fervently ramming her head forward and back, Aria swabbed her throat with Gear’s massive tool. Timing her plunges with her friend’s thrusting hips, the mechanic’s weighty testes slapped against her face. If she wasn’t busy fondling her bosoms, she could have choked herself to add another layer of decadence to the encounter, but she held off. Humming around the cock, feeling it hauled from her esophagus, the dickmare above pushed herself up.

Getting to her knees, Gear shuffled down the mattress towards the foot of the bed. Facing away from Aria, she mounted her friend and ground the dark length of siren meat between her buns. There were pros and cons to reverse cowgirl, but she figured she’d give the girl a show. Raising her waist slightly, shooting the musician a wink, she wiggled her tush.

“You want an engraved invitation?” she giggled, sensing the hot and stick equipment throb in the cleft of her ass.

Smiling broadly, Aria guided the tip of her dick to Gear’s pucker, grabbed the woman’s hips, and pulled her downward. Thrusting up to meet the gorgeous coral behind crashing down upon her, she watched the soft flesh on her friend’s ass and upper thighs ripple; even with as lean as the mechanic was, she was just soft enough in all the places that counted. Waiting for her partner to rise, she clapped the dickmare’s rump.

“Giddyup…”

With all the speed and force of a locomotive leaving the station, Gear started fucking herself on the siren. It wasn’t often that she let someone use her backside, but Aria was a special case. Considering how long they’d known one another, not to mention the playful rivalry they seemed to have in the bedroom, she didn’t mind in the slightest.

Pulling a pillow behind her head, Aria resigned herself to enjoy the show - at least, for the time being. The sight of Gear’s coral colored ass bouncing on her length, swallowing her shaft with relative ease, was hot as all get-out; not only was it exceptionally arousing, complementing the wondrous sensations of having her cock milked, but it gave her an appreciation for having her ass ridden so often. Bucking to meet her friend’s downward plunges, she took a more active roll.

“You gonna - Mmmph - take your sweet-ass time or rut me like you own a pair?” Gear chided, impaling herself and gyrating her hips. Clamping down, flexing her taut hole, she spurred her partner to pull out the stops.

Grabbing Gear’s wrists, which rested besides her midsection, she pulled her friend’s hands further up the bed. Causing her mate to recline, at a glance, may have seemed like an odd move to make, although she knew exactly what she was doing. The subtle change in position allowed her to more directly impact the dickmare’s prostate - as such, she gained the upper hand.

The slight loss of control, while vexing, didn’t cause Gear to tap out. Gnawing her lip, she bore down against the siren’s wildly thrusting hips. Unlike the musician, she wasn’t quite as susceptible to attacks from the rear, so she endured the ruthless assault from below. It felt amazing, that much was for certain, although she could tell her friend was already starting to struggle.

Since she rarely, if ever, actively used her cock in the bedroom, Aria found herself in a bit of a pickle. As sensitive as her prick was, she realized she wasn’t going to be able to keep up the machine gun pistoning for too terribly long; yet the pleasure center of her brain screamed for her to continue. Screwing her eyes shut, railing against the telltale signs of an all-too-close climax, she pounded away.

Feeling her friend starting to flare, Gear frantically pumped her ass on the siren’s shaft. Keenly aware that Aria was about to pop, she figured she’d put the icing on the cake. Closing her eyes, summoning every bit of her feminine essence, a loud, marish cry of delight escaped her. With the musician’s thrusts losing cohesion, she laid it on thick.

“Mmmmmmmm,” she hummed, throwing her head back. “Breed me!”

In all the time Aria had known Gear, she couldn’t recall her friend ever saying those words. Her body faltered under the request, practically spasming as it unleashed its second climax of the afternoon. Thick, viscous spunk surged through her tool, coating the mechanic’s interior with her cum. Snorting like some breeder stud, the primal portions of her mind wrestled control from her higher functions.

Easing herself down, resting her tush on Aria’s lap, Gear relished the sublime warmth of being filled with dickmare cream. She sat for a moment and idly cranked her member, allowing the siren to enjoy the climax for a few moments before getting back to business. As the trembling beneath her subsided, she shuffled forward and dislodged the partially-flaccid dick from her cum slickened booty.

Mopping the sweat from her face, Aria was vaguely aware of movement by the foot of the bed. Pushing herself up slightly, looking down her chest, she saw the mechanic turning to face her. Smiling, knowing what was about to transpire, she spread her legs and lifted her waist. With her dick smearing cum onto her chest, she presented herself.

“That’s what I like to see,” Gear hummed, getting into position between Aria’s thighs.

Bringing the head of her cock to the girl’s entrance, she drove her hips forward. As well lubed and warmed up as Aria’s ass was, her member effortlessly plunged inside the siren. Leaning forward, bracing her hands to either side of her friend’s torso, she smiled and began screwing. Missionary, while considered boring for many, was a staple in her book and it was one of the best positions to see her partners’ faces contort in ecstasy.

Resting her heels on Gear’s waist, Aria pawed at her bosoms. Savagely twisting and tugging her nipples, spicing up the rough dicking with a tinge of masochistic joy, she bucked up to meet her friend’s thrusts. The angle of the mechanic’s plunges was perfect, hitting just the right spots inside her and grinding against her tender p-spot with surgical precision.

Besides the wet, meaty Whud Whud Whud of their bodies smashing against one another, the air was filled with heavy groans, lustful moans, and the steady Plap Plap Plap of the siren’s length slapping between her tits. It was, for all intents and purposes, a symphony of hedonistic delights which only embellished the salacious scene all the more.

Fixated on the rapturous depths of her friend’s rear, while keeping her eyes closed, Gear suffered a surprise attack. A lightning bolt of pleasure shot through her, as the siren wickedly tugged her teats - as if that wasn’t bad enough, she felt herself being forced deeper into the musician. Thrown off, she peered downward into the glimmering mulberry pools of the performer’s eyes.

Aria wasn’t usually one to play dirty, but there were times where she’d make an exception. Roughly comparable in size and strength, Gear and she were practically equals. The only major differences were in temperament and preference, with the mechanic being far more domineering and top oriented - still, she had a few tricks up her sleeve. Evoking a bit of her inherent siren magic, channeling the mystical energy into her vocal chords, she cleared her throat.

“Cum for me…”

The demand struck Gear like an erogenous tactical nuke. It wasn’t that she wanted to climax, it was she couldn’t do otherwise. As yet more seed coursed through her shaft, her densely muscled frame shuddered. Somehow, for some reason or another, the fact that she fought against the orgasm made it even more powerful than normal. Hastily hilting herself, forcing her body to pound the receptive dickmare under her, she spontaneously erupted.

“Such a good girl,” Aria giggled, watching her rapture-embattled friend.

The fucking, while adequate enough, was grossly overshadowed by just how cute Gear was. It was pretty rare that she got to watch the woman blow a load without being fucked into a stupor before or during the event, so she savored the frustrated and strangely euphoric and frustrated expression above her. Immeasurable pleased with her mischief, she gave her friend a wink.

“I’m gonna - Cough - make you pay for…” Gear’s retort died off, as she glanced to the side.

Sitting in a crumpled heap by the bed was her pants, though that’s not what had her attention. Resting beneath the garment sat a small, satin lined box; it had fallen out of her pocket, as she’d been getting undressed, and she’d forgotten all about it - that was, until that moment. Wiping her brow, shakily pushing herself away, she unsheathed her floppy dong from the siren’s rump.

“Done already?” Aria asked, unsure if she’d upset her friend. It wasn’t like Gear to quit until they were both completely spent, so the departure was off-putting.

“Nah nah,” Gear grunted, stooping over and retrieving the small box.

Strolling back to the bed, cranking her still surprisingly hard tool, she crawled back between her friend’s legs. Gingerly taking the girl’s right ankle in her hand, she guided Aria’s foot to her chest. Resting the musician’s sole between her bosoms, she opened the tiny parcel and plucked a golden band from within; holding the ring aloft, she smiled warmly down at the siren.

Aria’s eyes widened, as she looked at the little golden loop. “D...does this mean…” she swallowed hard, unable to complete her question.

“I just figured...well...it’s just that we…” fumbling for her words, Gear rubbed her neck and blushed.

Grinning, Aria’s foot glided up to her friend’s shoulder. “Put it on...” she murmured, trying not to sound too excited.

Nodding, Gear gently moved Aria’s foot away and slipped the ring over her index toe. The band fit perfectly, accentuating her friend’s fuchsia coat. No sooner had she got it on than the siren ground her sole against her face. Swatting it aside, giving her friend an impish smirk, she was caught off guard by what she found. Fondling her tits, the songstress beamed up at her.

“Now that we’ve dating, how about you plow your girlfriend…” Aria whispered, winking up at the dickmare.

Spurred by amorous lust, Gear’s marecock twitched. Despite having gone two rounds in rapid succession, the act of rutting her girlfriend filled her with licentious zeal, so she was ready and raring to go. Holding the siren’s leg aloft, shifting the girl onto her side, she ground her hips forward. With damn near perfect aim, her stallionhood sunk into Aria’s backdoor like an ass seeking torpedo.

As Aria was repositioned, she rested her head on one arm. Something told her she was about to get the fucking of a lifetime, so she braced herself. With Gear tightly clutching her right leg, she was hit with an insidious idea; since she was about to get a hard dicking, she may as well pour some fuel on the fire. Wiggling her toes against her newly minted girlfriend’s lips, she giggled.

“You said you’d fuck the cum out of me, you big weirdo, so what’re you waiting for…”

Just like that, Gear started jackhammering the siren with reckless abandon. Like a beast possessed, christening Aria’s new piece of jewelry with saliva, she wildly bucked her hips. Considering how much cum she’d dumped in the siren’s ass, not to mention the savage poundings she’d delivered, her shaft pistoned the musician’s well used hole.

Gnawing her lip, utterly at the mercy of her fellow dickmare, Aria let Gear have at it. Lying on her side wasn’t exactly the best position to reciprocate; but given how frenzied her girlfriend’s movements were, she saw no need. Doing what she could to clench her battered pucker around the mechanic’s length, her body rocked and swayed with every herculean thrust.

Lifting Aria’s leg slightly, adjusting the trajectory of her plunges, Gear was hellbent on literally fucking the cum out of Aria. Though she was having a hard time concentrating, slipping into a rut-lust, she did everything in her power to make good on her promise. Drool crept down her chin, her eyes flitted to the back of her head, and she succumbed to her baser urges to breed.

Aria couldn’t remember if Gear had ever screwed her as roughly before, though she wasn’t about to complain. Her cock leaked cum, as her insides were plumbed by the mechanic’s immense tool. Gnawing her lip, fighting off the urge to give in and climax on the spot, she was blissfully unaware of just how close the dickmare was.

Shuffling forward, nearly entombing her entire shaft in the siren’s tush, Gear’s hips became a blur. She wasn’t fucking some random harlot or her friend with benefits - no, she was plowing her mate. Glancing down, looking at the rapturous expression on Aria’s face, her gaze crept lower. There, imprinted within the girl’s abdomen, was the bulge of her mighty stallionhood. The sight was too much, shattering what little resolve she had left. With a primal roar, hugging her girlfriend’s thigh, she came.

Having two heaping helpings of foal batter already sloshing around inside of her, the influx of yet more dickmare spunk broke Aria. Howling and whimpering, she was overwhelmed by the most cataclysmic climax she’d ever had. Her prick gushed her seed to the bed, coating it in her essence, as she orgasmed with her lover.

Screaming out in tumultuous joy, Aria’s latent abilities roared to life. Sorcerous fire tinged her voice, imbuing it with otherworldly power. The mystical expulsion of energy caused Gear’s apogee to redouble, causing the dickmare’s bellow to raise an octave. Like a symphony of sin, their hedonistic song reached the heavens.

Save for the occasional twitch or thrust, the two stayed locked in ecstasy. Heaving air into their lungs, the air steamed around the duo. Though they’d only been going at it for a relatively short period of time, they’d each peaked three times and were well and thoroughly spent - at least, for the time being. Shuddering slightly, the coral dickmare was the first to move.

Easing herself down beside the siren, pressing her chest to Aria’s back, Gear basked in the post-coitus stupor of a marathon fuck-fest. She had no doubt they’d be going at one another before too long, yet she wanted to relish the brief respite. To her surprise, the musician pushed herself up and away.

Grunting as the floppy cock slid from her backside, feeling the hot cream seep over her buns and thighs, Aria flopped back down and faced Gear. With trembling hands, she reached up and undid one of the hairbands about her pigtails. Brushing the shaggy mane from her lover’s face, she affixed the small scrunchie around a shock of black and gold streaked hair.

“Here,” she muttered, her cheeks darkening. “I know it’s not much, but I’ll get you something la-Mmmph!” Aria’s admission was cut off, as found herself in a passionate kiss.

Making out with the girl, silencing her, Gear pulled Aria close. She couldn’t care less about getting anything in return for the toe ring, considering the partnership as more than enough of a reward. Unfortunately, their impromptu makeout session came to an end, as a light chuckling drew their attention away.

“I’ve seen pornos that weren’t as good as this,” Adagio exclaimed, strutting over to the bed. Looking to Gear, a wolfish smirk split her features. “Aria wasn’t kidding about you. I haven’t heard her hit notes that high in ages!”

“Man, that was, like, super hot,” Sonata added, standing beside her fellow band member.

“I’m guessing you two were here the whole time?” Aria sighed, leering at the pair of interlopers.

“Uh-huh! Watching from the control room, mostly, but Adagio said we should come out and say hi!” Sonata blissfully responded, smiling innocently.

“Well I hope you enjoyed the show,” Gear huffed, covetously pulling her siren lover closer.

“Enjoyed?” Aria balked, rearing back. “If you think we’re done, you’ve got another thing coming!”

“See, I told you, like a pair of horny teens on prom night,” Adagio giggled, playfully elbowing the cerulean siren. “By the way, Gear,” she added, leveling a finger to the dickmare’s sheathed length, “absolutely magnificent cock. I wouldn’t mind having a go at it myself sometime.”

“Hey, Dagi!” Aria barked, drawing her friends’ attention. “You just wish you and that blue dork could get it on like this!” she teased, flipping her fellow songstress the bird. Turing back to Gear, she leaned in and crammed her tongue into her girlfriend’s mouth.

“Come on, Sonata, let’s leave them be for now,” Adagio huffed, turning and stomping away.

“You guys have fun!” Sonata chirped, skipping off to follow her bandmate.

Left to their own devices, as the cameras continued to roll, Aria and Gear kissed one another. Abruptly breaking away, the siren lowered her face and sank her teeth into her newly minted girlfriend’s neck. Forming a seal with her lips, she applied a vacuum and speedily bequeathed the woman with a small, magical rune.

“And that was for?” Gear inquired, guiding Aria’s face back to her own.

“Wanted to make sure everyone knew you were a taken mare,” the songstress hummed, nuzzling Gear’s cheek. “And I wanted you to have a little reminder in the morning.”

“You mean when I wake up to you in bed?” Gear laughed, firmly clasping the girl’s ass.

“Something like that,” Aria tittered, pecking her lover’s cheek.

Giggling, reveling in their contentment with one another, the two cuddled affectionately. The evening was young and they were going to make the best of it. Pressed together, each savoring the heat and comfort the other afforded, it was the first time they’d spent as true lovers, but it would be far from the last.