Alltime High Note

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.