Alltime High Note

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…