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It's About to Happen

Artists are weird.

No offense to them, of course. It's out of necessity. After all, no one wants to pay a fortune for the work of a sane pony. There's a reason artists with quirks are so renowned.

Which is more interesting? A sterile painting? Or the same painting except the artist made it by slapping a canvas with spaghetti? It's no contest. You want the pasta painting because it comes with a story. With weirdness. Because weirdness is good.

Vinyl Scratch liked to think she was weird.

You had to be to enjoy her line of work. Long nights, near constant review of her work. Lots of commuting. The life of a famous musician was not for the faint of heart.

Vinyl Scratch's hands hung in the air, pointed upwards to no one in particular. The final notes of her climax were drowned out by the screams of the crowd. Though she'd spent full days agonizing over the most minute details of that finish, she couldn't complain about the applause eclipsing her work. It all sounded so much better to her than anything she could have written.

Even after all this time, she struggled to take it in. The sweltering heat, the smoky air, the pounding in her chest. It reminded her of one of her other favorite activities.

Vinyl pushed her shades to her forehead and scanned the floor below her. Outstretched arms and elated expressions everywhere she looked. It was a good audience. Energetic, receptive to the new material, didn't try to climb onto the stage. They deserved some thanks.

Some ponies thought the glasses were some priceless heirloom. An expensive artifact that was the source of her power. She did have a genuine pair that were important to her in a drawer at home, but these were cheap replicas she could afford to part with.

She aimed for a spot somewhere in the middle of the crowd. A couple bright eyes that were really into it all night. Hopefully they could catch.

And then she walked off. The silent persona she'd built up forbade any other words. She didn't even have a mic.

...

"So," Vinyl said, high-fiving a passing stagehand. "How was it?"

The mare next to Vinyl didn't lift her eyes from her clipboard. Like Vinyl, she sported glasses along with a bright white color on her fur. And that was where the similarities ended. Slender, short, black mane, rarely talking and even more rarely smiling. The very picture of a humorless professional. In fact, she'd be quite flattered to hear as much.

"Fine," Clipboard said. "Same as the last one. Mostly."

Vinyl pouted and hooked an arm around her manager's shoulder. "C'mon, Clip. Talk to me."

Clipboard's cheek pressed into a breast the size of her head. That may have drawn her attention the first few times, but Vinyl was a mare of few tricks.

"They liked it. The new t-shirts shirts sold very well."

"I have new t-shirts? Never mind, you know what I'm talking about."

The smaller mare didn't exactly hesitate. Rather, she hoped a passing shiny object would distract the unicorn long enough to escape. However, Vinyl maintained her focus.

"Those last two songs were new."

"Yeah?'

"Some of those sounds were a little strange."

Vinyl squeezed Clip's shoulder giddily. "Yeah? And?"

Clip sighed. "Were they mine?"

"Yours, mine, and a couple others. Don't worry, I got all the permissions and stuff. But what did you feel?"

"Mortified, mostly."

"Why? Nopony knows what it is yet. Except you and, like, my roommate."

At long last, Vinyl succeeded in pulling her manager's face out of her paperwork and into a shameful hand.

"No," she groaned low and long. "Octavia knows?"

"What's wrong with that?"

"Not everyone lives in a perpetual state of horniness, Vinyl. Some of us like to keep up appearances. How am I supposed to look her in the eye now?"

Vinyl offered a shrug to the mourning mare. "Same way I do? I mean, hers are in there too. Heck, she helped me record mine."

Clipboard stared off into the distance for a moment to contemplate her apparent concert debut as well as just how Octavia may have extracted those noises from Vinyl. Then she sighed again. "I don't have time to process this right now. And neither do you."

"Whaddya mean?"

"A couple kids won that contest of yours. They get a back stage meet and greet after the show."

"What? Man, I don't wanna babysit right now."

"You should have thought about that before suggesting it in our meeting."

"How was I supposed to know you'd listen? You never go for any of my other ideas."

"This was the first reasonable thing to come out of your mouth since we met. 'Nude concerts' and 'sex sounds in the new album' are bad ideas, Vinyl."

The DJ released her manager to cross her arms and pout. "You'll see. It's gonna take off."

"Mhm."

"You wanna bet?"

"No, Vinyl. I want to do my job. But, on the off chance your little experiment pays off, you can rub it in all you like."

"I'll hold you to that," Vinyl shot back. "And I'll use those moans in the next album."

Clip realized too late that she'd just signed up for more than an "I told you so". But she was confident nopony would get to cash that check. And, in the event that somepony did, she'd be well off enough not to care.

"Whatever you say. Anyway, get to your dressing room. I already sent the VIP's."

...

"Should we knock?"

"I dunno. I don't want to bother her if she's tired."

Vinyl turned a corner in the hallway toward her dressing room to find a couple ponies poking their heads around her door. Clip had some nerve calling them 'kids'. Those two were definitely taller than her.

Half-desperately searching the door for a nonexistent peephole was a brown earth pony with a shaggy orange mane. Scrawny wasn't the right word. He looked like a college-age stallion that recently discovered that going to the school gym was good for your health. What he lacked in impressive muscle he also lacked in unflattering weight.

Behind him, feigning a more reserved search of the door, was a white unicorn. Vinyl enjoyed a rather broad audience despite producing what she considered a pretty niche genre. That being said, the mare at the door looked out of place. Though she donned the same slim-fitting blacks as the stallion beside her, the soft purples of her mane and her gentle, singsong voice didn't seem to match the rougher punk rock crowd Vinyl expected.

"Maybe this isn't the right place?" the mare offered.

"But this is the room she said. Isn't it?"

Vinyl crept up from behind and put an arm around both of them. "I hear if you say her name three times, she'll appear."

The couple turned back to the newcomer in their conversation with confusion and slight annoyance. Then they noticed her face.

"You're-!" they both squeaked as Vinyl cut between them and opened the door.

"You can talk!" the stallion added.

"Don't tell anyone," she said, walking inside then turning around with some exaggerated flare. "And you..."

Vinyl's magic swiped the badges off of her guests' shirts and brought them to her face so she could pretend to examine them. "...are my VIP's." The DJ returned the badges and sauntered inside. Her guests poked their heads in cautiously.

To the left was a set of drawers and a chair in front of 3 large mirrors designed to expose every blemish on a pony's face. To the right, two sofas surrounding a small table. The VIP's didn't get a chance to snoop further as a magenta barrier appeared before them.

"Hold up a sec," Vinyl said, tossing some of her accessories on the dresser. "I hate to narc on ya but I can't be inviting two minors in here with me alone. So I'm gonna need to see some ID."

The VIP's blinked then set about searching their respective pockets and purses.

The stallion handed his over first, frowning. "What would've happened if we were too young?"

"I would have asked why your parents let you come to my show," she said, twisting the card in her hands to check for the right watermarks.

Button Mash was his name. Judging by the picture, he needed to practice smiling more. And some time between learning to drive and now, he'd visited a barber. Somewhere under those jeans of his was a cutie mark resembling a d-pad on a video game controller.

"Am I good?" he asked, suddenly seeming unsure of his own age.

"Chill, Button. You're good."

Hearing a celebrity call him "good" perked up his face a great deal. "I'm good," he mouthed to himself, vowing to never wash his driver's license. You know, like one might normally do.

The mare handed hers over next. Sweetie Belle. A fellow owner of a musical note cutie mark. She looked a lot more preppy in her photo with bright colors and a sweater hanging around her neck. If it weren't for her excited expression, Vinyl never would have pegged her for a fan.

"Alright," Vinyl said. "I'm satisfied. Make yourselves at home. You want anything? I got water bottles and, uh, I think I got a bag of pretzels around here somewhere."

Button and Sweetie took a seat on the nearest couch, hands folded like mom warned them not to break anything.

"Uh, no thanks."

"No thank you."

Vinyl sat opposite to them and put her feet up on the table, waiting for one of them to say something. They sat in silence for an uncomfortable thirty seconds.

"So I don't really have anything planned for this," Vinyl finally said. "To be honest, I forgot I was doing this until like just now."

"Sorry," they said in unison.

"No, I mean-" Vinyl shook her head. "Do you have anything you want to do? Or talk about? I don't want to bore you here."

They turned to one another in search of an answer, making similar bashful gestures. Vinyl mentally prepared for another awful silence when Sweetie said "Oh!" and started rummaging through her purse.

"You threw these at the end," she said, holding out a familiar pair of purple-tinted glasses.

"Oh hey! That was you guys. That's pretty cool."

Sweetie pursed her lips when Vinyl made no attempt to retrieve them. "D-do you want them back?"

"Uh, no? They're for whoever caught 'em. In fact, you want a pair too?"

Button balked at the finger pointing in his direction. He nodded hurriedly as soon as he came to his senses then shrunk back when he realized he was being to genuine. "I mean, sure. That'd be cool."

Vinyl's magic found a duffle bag in the corner and produced a second identical pair of shades. Button's eyes shined as they fell into his hands.

"Looks like I won that coin toss for nothing," Sweetie lamented jokingly.

"I would've given them to you anyway," Button shot back unconvincingly.

Vinyl smiled knowingly at her fans. "So what's going on here? Friends? Dating? Actually dating but neither of you will admit it?"

"Dating," the stallion answered proudly.

"Took him long enough," Sweetie added, scooting up against his shoulder. "We were doing that third one until a couple years ago."

"I was doing my best, okay?"

"Don't be so hard on him, Sweetie," Vinyl cut in. "You're a catch."

"Right? She really thought I could just walk up and ask her out like it was nothing."

"You could have, dude. I bet she was dropping all sorts of hints."

Sweetie nodded somberly. "Why do stallions act like they can't read our minds?"

"We can't!" he exclaimed. "I'm confused, like, all the time!"

Both mares ignored him, locking eyes and bringing their hands on their temples in vaguely psychic gestures.

The stallion crossed his arms. "Why are we ganging up on me right now? Shouldn't we be talking about you?"

"Oh, do we have questions now? Ask away."

"Uh, what do you use to make your music?"

"A computer?" Vinyl answered to her disappointed audience. "What? You want model numbers?"

"I guess not."

"How about you?" she said, looking at Sweetie. "You must do music with a mark like that."

Sweetie blushed at the sudden reference to her butt. "I'm in an acapella group at school but-"

"In an acapella group, she says," Button interrupted. "Head of the chorus in high school. Started the acapella group. Took them to competitions. Posts vocal tracks under a fake name-"

His girlfriend punched his arm. "Button!"

"No, I'm gonna brag about you. Somepony should. She can draw pretty well too."

"Stop! She doesn't want to hear about my dumb little hobbies!"

Vinyl was already tapping away on her cellphone. "Are there videos of these competitions? And what's the fake name?"

"Noo!" Sweetie cried, trying to cover her boyfriend's mouth.

"Then you gotta give us something to talk about. Else I'll make you sing for us."

"W-what do you do when you're not working? Yeah! What do you do for fun?"

"Fun?" Vinyl instinctively tugged at the waistband of her shorts, mentally ruling out sex and alcohol as acceptable answers. "TV I guess. Usually historical stuff. Oh, and those 'how it's made' shows. There's this series about how unicorns discovered some really basic spells way back that's pretty neat."

"I know that one!" Button said. "You guys used to have to touch stuff with your horn to lift them before somepony figured it out. Crazy."

"What's an earth pony doing watching magic nerd shit?"

"Button used to wish he was a unicorn," Sweetie whispered not so subtly.

"It would just make things so much easier," he admitted. "It'd be like having four extra arms."

"You know how hard it is to do more than one thing at a time with these?" Vinyl laughed, pointing at her horn. "Years of practice to write while holding a piece of paper."

"I tried to tell him," Sweetie said. Then she turned to him. "Besides, I like you as an earth pony."

"Oh yeah. I bet you guys get up to all sorts of fun with that strength of his."

Sweetie's face went red again as she avoided looking at Vinyl's wriggling brow. Button was too caught up in his magic envy to notice the innuendo.

"That reminds me," Vinyl continued. "If you don't have any questions, could I sneak a little market research in here?"

"What's that mean?" Button asked.

"Fancy way of saying 'what did you think of the show'?"

Vinyl was met with a wave of enthusiastic but vague praise. As much as she enjoyed it, she'd have to focus their attention to learn anything useful.

"Right. Thanks. But how about the last couple of songs?"

Sweetie and Button froze for a split second and shared a glance. They must have spoken about it beforehand.

"They were new," Vinyl added. "A little sneak peak at some upcoming stuff."

Still nothing. Even their postures stiffened back up.

Her heart didn't quite sink, but it didn't feel great. "That bad, huh?"

"No!" they shouted.

"It's cool, guys. You don't gotta protect my feelings. I've had flops before. I need to check these things outside of a show. Hard to tell if it's the music or just the momentum, you know?"

"No, really!" Sweetie assured. "I really liked it! Especially that part with the-" and then she tried to mimic the synthesizer.

Button nodded. "Yeah! And the guitar-sounding thing! Made me wanna, uh..." He trailed off after getting a severe look from his girlfriend.

Vinyl stared at them. "What? Made you want to what?"

Made them want to squirm in their seats, apparently.

But she pressed on. If she was right, this could be big. "C'mon, guys. Lay it on me. We're all friends here."

That word struck a chord in Sweetie. Her shoulders fell and she resigned to just cover her eyes. "It made me feel hot," she admitted.

Button similarly wouldn't meet her gaze. "I don't know what it was. As soon as those new ones started I just wanted to... you know?"

"We're pretty weird, aren't w-"

Sweetie couldn't talk. Neither could Button. Not after Vinyl leapt across the table onto them and gave them both a faceful of her tits.

"You get it!" she cried. "You really fuckin' get it! Ah, holy shit this is great!" She released her fans from her grasp and started pacing the room. "She said it wouldn't work! Fuckin' suck on that, Clip!"

Vinyl turned back to find her guests still dazed from the surprise hug.

Sweetie recovered first. "It-it's good that we-?"

"Yes! That's the point!"

"Why?"

"'Cause I'm gonna make the sexiest damn music Equestria has ever heard! That's why!" Vinyl laughed like a mad pony. "I can't thank you guys enough for this. No way I was gonna get that out of any real critic."

"Uh, no problem," Button murmured wearing a goofy smile.

"No really. You don't understand how huge this is for me. Whaddya want? Tickets? Merch? Apparently I have new t-shirts."

"It's alright," Sweetie assured her.

"Plus I already ordered shirts for us," Button added.

"Really?"

He winced. "I can't keep a secret. Just act surprised for me when they show up?"

"Yeah yeah," Vinyl dismissed, sitting back down opposite to them. "I get it, you're both adorable. Now what can I do to repay you?"

"Can we get a picture?" Button offered after some silent deliberation.

Vinyl shook her head. "You're gettin' a picture anyway, dude."

"This is pretty cool already though."

Vinyl stroked her chin. "Alright. Tell ya' what. I know some ponies that know some ponies. Heard a couple things at a party here and there. How about I tell you anything you wanna know about the music scene."

"Like what? Gossip?"

"Insider gossip."

They both twitched. Sweetie glanced nervously at her boyfriend for an instant.

"Do you know, uh, Neon Lights?" Button asked shyly.

Carnally, she thought. "Sure do. What are ya' looking for? Embarrassing? Scandalous? I bet I could dig up some baby pictures if you give me a minute."

"No, that's alright. I don't wanna snoop or anything."

"Dude, I was exaggerating. No one's got anything career-ending going on as far as I know."

Sweetie chewed her lip. "I don't really feel right getting secrets like this."

Button glanced at her and gave a reluctant nod. Then his eyes popped back open. "Say, what if it's about you?"

His girlfriend glared at him. "Button..."

Vinyl shrugged. "Go for it. I've got nothing to hide. As long as it's not the vampire thing. Those are just pranks."

"C'mon, Sweetie!" Button complained. "We're not gonna get another chance like this! I know you're curious too."

"Yeah but that's..." Sweetie trailed off.

The DJ shook her head and laughed. "Sweetie, I just told you guys I'm making sex music. What could you possibly ask to offend me here?"

The younger unicorn wrung her hands, glancing between her boyfriend and the pony offering up a rule-free question. Button did the same.

"There's this video online," Sweetie finally began. "Blurry, shaky, can't make out a whole lot."

"Could be anyone, really," Button said.

"The one that posted it said it was you."

"Only sign it's you is the mane color though. Most ponies think it's fake."

Vinyl rolled her eyes at the innocent little angels dancing around the subject. "Uh huh. And what was 'I' doing in this video?"

They wouldn't answer. You'd think they were testifying or something.

"I'm in a lot of videos, you guys. I need some more info."

"You were...you know..." Button trailed off.

"I do. But I think it'd be good if you loosened up a little."

"You...you were having sex, okay?"

"I've been known to do that," Vinyl said, laughing. "Is that all? You wanna know if I've fucked on camera?
'Cuz that's an easy one that probably won't surprise you."

They winced at the crude language, but still looked like they had something to say.

"I'll be real with you, I don't really know what video you're talking about. I tend to be a little preoccupied when things like that happen. But I can think of a few things that might confuse you. What, uh, position was I in in this video?"

Still no answer.

"Was I on my back? Or something a little more unconventional?"

"You were behind her," Sweetie said, defeated. "Behind the other girl, I mean. And you weren't wearing anything."

"Don't ponies usually take their clothes off when they do that?"

"Not clothes. I mean like a toy or something. A strap-on."

"Ah, and you wanna know what I could have been doing back there?"

"I...have an idea. There are a lot of stories."

"Some of them say they've been with you," Button added. "A lot, actually. Most of them say the same thing. But you never really know online."

"Word gets around about these things," Vinyl said. Then she slowly lifted her legs up onto the table. "But what do you think?"

"I don't see anything," Sweetie said, eyeing Vinyl's admittedly skimpy clothing. "And I don't think you could hide what they've talked about."

"Aw, I'm flattered."

The stallion leaned forward, now blatantly scrutinizing Vinyl's outfit. "I mean, she still could be hiding something."

Vinyl grinned. "Oh yeah? And how would I do that?"

"One episode of that show went over a spell to make clothes bigger on the inside. You could put...something in there."

The DJ sighed loudly and slapped her legs. "Alright guys. This is fun and all but I can't keep up this act much longer. You wanna know if I'm packing a little more than the standard issue, yeah?"

They nodded.

"Now be honest. Would you really take me at my word either way?"

The consensus seemed to be a reluctant "not really".

"Right. So you'll probably want to do some seeing before you start believing, right?"

They both leaned forward, fully done with the shy act.

"You- you're serious?" Sweetie half-asked, now leaning over the table.

"Well, now I'm not so sure. I mean, it'd be pretty creepy if I up and exposed myself to a couple of my cute fans in my dressing room."

It was oddly satisfying for Vinyl to see two ponies so disappointed that they wouldn't get a look at her crotch.

"But," she began to a couple faces that were once more filled with hope. "If they happened to, I dunno, take matters into their own hands or something, I wouldn't get too upset."

She slowly spread her legs as she spoke, giving her fans a better look at her completely clothed groin. Meanwhile they were nearly climbing over the table for her.

"You two watch that video often or something?" Vinyl teased. "Ponies that give me that look usually have something on their minds."

"Yes," they both admitted in unison.

"Oh, now I'm definitely flattered. Well, if somepony was gonna try to pants me, they'd probably need to get a little closer."

They didn't need another hint. Button and Sweetie scrambled around the table and sat on either side of the DJ.

"Now this is the life," she sighed, resting an arm around each of her fans.

"These look a lot bigger up close," Sweetie murmured, staring at Vinyl's chest.

Vinyl arched an eyebrow. "You interested in these too now? I thought you were looking a little lower."

"I'm interested in a lot of things," Sweetie said defensively.

"Can we really-?" Button asked shakily.

"Don't see why not," said the mare in the middle. "I'm probably too distracted to stop you."

Momentarily emboldened, they both reached out and hooked a thumb around Vinyl's waistband. Her only reaction was to chuckle as they tickled her exposed midriff.

They hesitated, worrying they may have taken a joke too seriously. But Vinyl just sat there, grinning and drumming her fingers on her fans' shoulders.

"Gettin' cold feet? I thought you two were curious."

Sweetie locked eyes with Button. His expression didn't inspire confidence, but he nodded at her nonetheless.

"We're so frigging weird," Sweetie muttered.

Then she and her boyfriend pulled down Vinyl's pants.

Author's Note

What could it possibly be?

It's Happening

Vinyl Scratch has been with, let's say, a good number of ponies. Most had some idea of what they were getting into when they were finally in bed with her. Or on a sofa. Or in a broom closet. Or a pool. Or a changing room. Or a deserted grocery store aisle. Or...

When they were at all available while Vinyl was horny.

She was used to surprise. She was an unusual case after all. Excitement often followed. Maybe some uncertainty. On occasion there'd be a moment of revulsion. As though she'd tricked them. Though, Vinyl could usually change their minds before the night was over.

Regardless, Vinyl had some idea of what to expect when Sweetie and Button stripped off her shorts.

She did not expect an honest to goodness "holy moly".

Their hands still hung onto her now pointless bottoms while their jaws hung wide open. Between them, already standing tall, was Vinyl's lengthy electric blue cock.

"Much better," Vinyl sighed, leaning her head back. "Y'know, if I wasn't seeing you two, those would'a been off the second I got in here."

They didn't seem to mind that notion. Or rather, they didn't seem to hear her at all.

Vinyl continued. "So what's the verdict? Was it everything you hoped for? Or did we somehow misunderstand each other this whole time?"

Sweetie slowly covered her mouth with her free hand. "You're so..."

"Blue," Button finished for her. Then he noticed his own free hand about to wrap around the newly exposed rod and froze. "Uh."

Vinyl was far too busy wriggling her brow to object. "Someone's getting bold. I don't mind, but you should probably ask your g-"

Her words caught in her throat as she felt something else on her. She and Button turned their attention downward to find Sweetie on her knees before them, planting her lips on the tip of Vinyl's cock.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, squirming as she felt Sweetie's tongue on her crown. "That's...we really doing this?"

Button glanced first at Vinyl's twisting expression then at Sweetie's almost serene face. Emboldened, he leaned forward and joined his girlfriend on the floor.

The real thing still surprised him even after he'd watched that video so many times. He was right before. She was very blue. It matched the some of the darker streaks in her mane, as did the sack just below.

Equally surprising was the size. Some of the noises in that video suddenly made a lot more sense. He was sure it was bigger than his, the tower of smooth flesh reaching well over his head in this position. Maybe not monstrous, but big enough to live up to the hype of most hyperbolic porn titles. He swallowed.

There was a little bit of envy flowing through him. However, it wasn't for the owner of the cock he'd just scrutinized. Rather, it was for his girlfriend who'd gotten a head start on tasting it.

He closed his eyes and allowed his tongue to fall onto her shaft. The taste wasn't anything unique. Just the flavor of someone who'd been moving around all night. It was more the distinct inhale from above that goaded him on.

Button dragged himself upward, feeling the faint bumps of veins along her length. For a second, he thought he felt her throbbing already. Then he realized it was his own pounding heart.

He was panting. The intensity of the situation had gotten to him already. You're licking a dick! he thought. Vinyl Scratch has a dick and you're licking it!

Button's tongue registered the ridges along her tip and he froze. Maybe going down on a mare he just met was a little weird. Even though he'd spent an embarrassing amount of time scouring the web for confirmation of said mare's junk, he hadn't quite made peace with the whole sexuality question. The penis on his tongue didn't make that any clearer, oddly enough.

Then his eyes opened and locked onto Sweetie's. Half lidded, half vacant, filled with similar uncertainty. He was sure he looked about the same. They shared a moment of wordless, panting telepathy before reaching an agreement.

Their lips met, tongues swapping what remained of Vinyl's flavor in their mouths. Then they surrounded Vinyl once again, not quite able to fit her member between them without separating. They made do by alternating between one another and Vinyl's cock, pumping it with their hands all the while.

If Vinyl were to sit down and really think about it, she probably couldn't name even a fraction of the ponies who'd sucked her off. Your average groupie isn't usually too concerned with proper introductions. With all that experience, you could say she was a bit hard to impress, if easy to please. That she currently wasn't balls deep in somepony's throat right now didn't place this session too far up the ranking.

That being said, the sight of a young couple slobbering all over her dick was one she planned to remember well and often.

"That's fuckin' beautiful," she sighed, relishing her fans' enthusiasm as much as their mouths. "You do this for anyone else? Or am I just that lucky?"

They didn't answer. They were dead to the world as they spit-shined her shaft. Vinyl left them to it until her cock sported a nice slippery coating.

Button felt a tingling force envelop his head and force him to his feet. Now standing, he and his girlfriend snapped out of their stupor to pout at a smiling Vinyl.

"That felt good, you two. But I don't wanna ruin any clothes tonight." The light on her horn faded and she started to tug up on her tank top. "Plus, don't you think it's getting a little hot in here?"

Luckily Vinyl's guests were lust drunk enough to pick up on her redundant invitations to get naked. After a quick visual confirmation with one another, they set about tearing off their clothes.

Vinyl, now sans a top, watched the two clumsily strip. The stallion got his shirt off first, revealing a bit more tone than she was expecting. He might not have invested much in lifting yet, but the dude definitely knew how to do a sit up. She could see herself on either end of a body like that.

And not one meter over from that little morsel, Vinyl found Sweetie revealing a little more of her slender figure. She could almost make out ribs under her comparatively modest chest. Vinyl simultaneously wanted to lick her all over and get her some ice cream. No, both. Both would be hotter.

Ogling her now topless fans fired up the DJ's imagination. She pictured the stallion coming up behind Sweetie, his hands exploring her body with barely restrained hunger. How he could probably bend her any way he wanted while she stared back at him with those big green eyes. How she'd squeak and moan and...

Before Vinyl realized it, she was upon them, living out a rendition of that fantasy still running through her mind.

Her left hand latched onto Button's rear end, another part of him she found to be pleasantly firm even through his jeans. He momentarily tensed up at being goosed, stumbling into her grasp. But he melted as soon as his face fell onto her breast.

Sweetie fared similarly at the assault, letting out a small "Eep!" at the hand slithering into her pants. Though Vinyl preferred a little more meat or muscle on her butts, a quivering, topless mare on her arm was worth enough on its own.

"Mmm. Is all this for me?" Vinyl purred, admiring the reactions of her newly captured prey.

They looked up at her with matching mixtures of fear and anticipation, both failing to form any meaningful sounds.

"Stop me if I'm going too fast, but I'm getting some good vibes from you two. And as much as I'd like to watch those cute mouths of yours go to work..." Vinyl sashayed her hips, making sure she grazed both of their sides with her dick. "...I've got something a little more mutual in mind."

Sweetie swallowed hard, once again finding her words first. "Y-you mean-"

"I mean I wanna fuck you silly, Sweetie," she finished for her. "You too," she added, turning to Button.

In addition to the trembling, she was fairly certain she could feel their heartbeats on her. Like she'd just cornered a couple of frightened rabbits. But, with any luck, they'd be horny rabbits too.

"But I'm not into bein' a homewrecker," Vinyl continued. "If anypony's got a problem with this then now's the time to-"

They'd been trained well since entering this room. Good things happen if you take the initiative and just grab what you want. Which would explain why the DJ suddenly found two mismatched pairs of hands on her shaft and on her ass. Their faces contorted in shoddy attempts at seduction, poorly hiding their remaining fears. However, Vinyl saw enough hunger in their eyes to keep things going.

"So fucking cool," she murmured, closing her eyes and firing up a couple of her favorite spells.

There were two flashes of light in total. Following the first, Sweetie's and Button's remaining clothes appeared neatly folded on the floor behind them. They registered the hands now resting on their nude bottoms and had just enough time to wonder why she was letting them strip by hand before the second flash blinded them again.

Following that one, nothing changed save for their postures. Both Sweetie and Button tensed up anew as they felt unexpected tingling and wetness in unexpected places.

"Just making sure we're all clean and ready," Vinyl assured them.

That didn't put the stallion at ease. "So why did I need that?"

"The spell doesn't discriminate," she answered. Then she leaned in closer to his face. "Neither do I."

He gulped, imagining just what that entailed as her erection twitched in his hand.

Having teased him enough, Vinyl let go of the poor stallion's ass. However, her free hand now moved to Sweetie, drawing another yelp from her.

"Let's move this somewhere a little more comfortable, eh?" Vinyl suggested, sliding the coffee table away in her magic. Without waiting for an answer, she bore down on the smaller mare, pulling her in tighter and sandwiching her member between their abdomens.

Fresh out of boldness, Sweetie stepped back. Vinyl, however, held firm and matched her step. They continued their awkward samba until Sweetie tripped over the sofa, landing heavily on the cushions with a grunt. She blinked and found Vinyl kneeling before her spread legs, licking her lips.

Sweetie instinctively tried to bring her knees together, but found a magical grip propping them up.

"Just gonna get a little taste of ya, Sweetie," Vinyl said, letting her tongue fall out of her mouth.

Sweetie gasped again at the length of one of the DJ's parts as it pressed against her exposed lower lips. Her hands hid her face while Vinyl's tongue threatened to set her off. However, it laid flat against her as it dragged upwards, only teasing at her sensitive spots.

True to her words, Vinyl was definitely getting a taste on her glacial journey to Sweetie's navel. Only a slight squeak escaped her lips by the time Vinyl had reached her abdomen. Once there, Vinyl pulled back and stared at Sweetie's eyes peeking through her fingers.

"So sweet, baby," she purred. "Sorry I can't spend more time down there. I don't wanna keep anypony waiting."

Then her mouth returned to Sweetie's belly, kissing and licking her way upwards while her hands pushed the younger unicorn's legs higher and higher. Sweetie squirmed at the tickling sensation on her stomach and then squirmed some more when Vinyl latched onto one of her breasts.

Part of Sweetie wondered why the mare with the far bigger chest was playing with hers. That part was silenced when Vinyl's mouth crept upward. First to her collarbone. And then...

"You're pretty flexible," Vinyl remarked, pulling back to admire the state of her prey.

"Y-yeah..." Sweetie breathed, half relieved and half disappointed.

She let her hands fall to her chest, fists bundled up not unlike her nerves. She found her knees pinned to either side of her head, ankles somewhere above. Though a pair of massive white tits were blocking her view, she could feel something else of Vinyl's resting against her body, stretching farther up her torso than she cared to picture in her mind.

"Wow," Button said dumbly.

Sweetie pulled her attention from Vinyl's various distractions to her boyfriend. He was a few steps behind Vinyl, craning his neck to watch with nothing but wide eyes and an erection. It occurred to her that this position was compromising in more ways than one and she felt the beginnings of panic. Then Vinyl looked back at him too.

"Yo Button!" she called. "Pretty uncool of you keeping a couple of sexy mares waiting like this. Get your ass over here or we're done."

He blinked, his mouth not even trying to form words. "Ah-ah..."

"Your boy's a little slow on the uptake, Sweetie," Vinyl muttered. Then she conjured a magical smack on his ass.

Button yelped and stumbled forward, hands finding purchase on Vinyl's hips to steady himself.

"Much better," she sighed, curling her tail around his waist.

"W-what are you-?"

"I don't do cuckshit, dude. It's lame. So if I'm gonna fuck your girl, you're gonna fuck me." She emphasized her last word with a buck of her hips, grinding into Button's pelvis.

His eyes couldn't open much wider, but they tried anyway. Slowly coming to similar conclusions, he locked eyes with his girlfriend on the other end of their shared partner. After they shared some nonverbal permissions, Vinyl felt two strong hands grab at her ass in earnest.

"Ooh. Looks like we're finally ready." Vinyl licked her lips and lined herself up with Sweetie. "Good. You have no idea how horny I am right now."

Actually, Sweetie had a pretty good idea. She gasped as said horn prodded at her entrance. Her eyes squeezed shut as the pressure mounted behind it but failed to break through.

Vinyl's lips brushed against hers. "Don't worry, baby," she whispered. "I'll take care of you."

She gasped into Vinyl's mouth as it closed around hers. She felt a tongue invade her mouth, effortlessly wrestling hers into submission. And in that moment, she let the head of Viny's cock inside of her.

And that's as far as she got. Though friction was no issue thanks to her spell, Vinyl felt a great deal of resistance when she kept pushing.

"Mmph!" Sweetie moaned at the sudden penetration, tensing right back up. Vinyl moaned right along with her as Button hesitantly followed her lead.

Vinyl lingered in Sweetie's mouth for some time, savoring her muffled vocalizations. Holding herself back took a great deal of restraint, especially with such a pliant partner. Though she'd have no trouble forcing her way in, her vast experience told her she had a little more work to do before she could make this particular mare sing.

"You're..." Sweetie squeaked daintily when Vinyl freed her mouth. "You're really big."

"Aw, thanks Sweetie. Your BF's no slouch either, ya know." She rocked her hips lightly, pushing and tugging at Sweetie's grip. She felt Button do the same, still sluggishly thrusting the first inch of his own length. "When you two go at it, do you do it all gentle like this?"

Sweetie panted, having trouble focusing on dirty talk while a celebrity was splitting her open. "I-I..."

"Mmm, no way. I can feel it in both of ya. You want it a lot harder than this."

The younger unicorn hid her eyes, but still managed a nod.

"You wanna get pinned to the wall, right? How does he do it?"

"H-he..."

"He eases into you, yeah? Makes sure you're nice and worked up before you take it?"

Vinyl acted out what she described, letting herself sink into Sweetie at a glacial pace, savoring the wet warmth gradually surrounding her cock.

The mare offered a reluctant affirmative, but Vinyl already knew. The stallion in question was doing the same to her, his tightening grip on her ass betraying his desires.

"I'm usually more of a '0 to 100' girl myself," Vinyl said, playfully grinning back at her other lover. "But I can get behind a stallion who'll give it to me all romantic like this. Or let him get behind me."

Button was only half listening. His mind was at war with two opposing but currently allied instincts. Vinyl was well endowed. He knew that the moment he saw her picture on an album. But seeing the mass of soft, bouncy flesh swallowing his cock was something else. It almost resembled Sweetie if he ignored the blue tail and the massive size. He'd already let himself begin kneading at her butt, noting a pleasant jiggle with every movement. A primal male urge inside of him wanted to plow into her. Squeeze her tighter, pull her close, and let loose.

But he'd learned that lesson after one clumsy first time. He had to know his own strength and when to use it. Where to use it. He wasn't about to betray those lessons now. Not in front of a guest so to speak.

But none of that mattered. Because he was fucking Vinyl Scratch right now. The same Vinyl Scratch who was currently using her big fat dick to fuck Sweetie. If he'd ever had a fantasy like this before, it would have set him off immediately. He would have to go slower than slow if he wanted to last.

"Wake up, stud," Vinyl called to him, snapping him out of his stupor with another magical spank. "I thought we were trying to match paces. I'm almost hilted here."

Her tail pulled at his waist, not quite moving him as much as it convinced him to move.

"Thaaat's it Button," she moaned, likely for his benefit. "You won't break me. I can take it."

He shuddered as the rest of his cock disappeared into her far too welcoming embrace. He noted the sensation of his sack colliding with hers and decided he could question what that meant for his sexuality later.

When his hips finally collided with her ass, he fell forward a little more as she delivered the last of her own length to Sweetie. A chorus of satisfied moans greeted his ears as he rested against Vinyl's back.

Moans, breaths, heartbeats. Sounds assaulted his senses while he tried to take his break. When he peered over Vinyl's shoulder, he found Sweetie staring back at him. Panting, blushing, weakly smiling. He managed a smile back.

"'kay?" he asked.

His girlfriend nodded. "Mhm."

"Hey Button," Vinyl chimed in. "I think your girl wants it a little rougher. Mind giving me a hand?"

Sweetie swallowed and nodded at him. With that, the voices in his head simplified their demands. Something to the effect of "fuck 'em real good". His own stamina faded to the back of his mind.

He pulled back, Vinyl's walls reluctant to let him go. Vinyl did the same. With maybe a quarter of his cock freed, he plunged himself and Vinyl back inside their respective partners.

There wasn't much impact in that thrust. Just the tightness slowly enveloping him again. Both mares let out satisfied sighs.

"H-harder," Sweetie instructed.

Button obliged, adding some force to his thrusts. Two offset wet slaps greeted his ears with each stroke as Vinyl transferred every one of his movements to Sweetie.

"More," commanded Vinyl this time.

He pulled out farther and rammed back in, finding a new appreciation for just how much cushion Vinyl had for the pushin'. Even after feeling the impact of his hips against Vinyl's rear end, he felt like he could press into her even farther. Like she could swallow him up if he let her.

They continued like that, Sweetie and Vinyl continuing to alternately moan and bark out orders until Button hit a comfortable stride.

Vinyl recalled thinking about her favorite sounds earlier and decided she may have been wrong. Roaring crowds were great, but the soft gasps and grunts that currently surrounded her took the cake. Her tongue rolled out of her mouth as she relished the treatment her fans were providing.

Button still rested against her back, adding a bit of tenderness Vinyl wasn't used to from her post-concert flings. Sweetie found some strength to cling to her as well, hands resting on her shoulders. Even with their meager experience, this couple was finding ways to make this little session memorable.

Every time her hips collided with Sweetie, they both panted more hot air between them. Between that and being hugged on both sides by such strenuous activity, the situation very much resembled the heat of stage lighting. This was a little more fun though.

Vinyl soon found she didn't even need to move her own hips. That work encouraging Button was paying off, his long firm strokes more than enough to drive her in and out of his girlfriend. The DJ relaxed and fell further into Sweetie, landing muzzle to muzzle with her. Their eyes met, but Vinyl had a feeling the younger unicorn was looking through her.

There's something nice about watching a girl lose her mind. Her face twists, her tongue falls out, you get to hear all sorts of wonderful noises. It's a good time when you give somepony a good time.

But, while Vinyl was enjoying those signs in Sweetie, she recognized a couple in herself as well. That, and she felt a familiar tightness inside her that swelled every time Button slammed them both home. She was as close as either of them, if not closer.

"Fuck," she breathed, heaving herself out of her sex-induced stupor. She could accept finishing before the stallion behind her. He'd probably appreciate it. However, blowing before her mare went against her bedroom pride.

That being said, Vinyl was at a disadvantage here. Through dumb luck or quick learning, Button was hitting all the right spots. Then there was Sweetie's welcoming tightness threatening to milk her for all she was worth. She'd have to apply some pressure of her own to recover some ground.

Sweetie vaguely registered a purple glow by her eyes before she was struck by lightning. All the air promptly left her lungs as something caressed and pinched her just above Vinyl's still-thrusting member.

"Ya like that, Sweetie?" Vinyl panted, still managing a cocky grin despite her encroaching climax. "Lemme know when I hit the spot, 'kay?"

That question was just a formality. Vinyl had made enough mares squeal with that spell to know what she was doing. Plus, Sweetie's entire body tensing up was answer enough.

"Ahh! Nngh!" Sweetie cried, hands clenching on Vinyl's shoulders.

"Unicorns love that one," Vinyl said, feeling Sweetie inch closer to the edge with every magical squeeze. "The trick is to get their magic flowing while you're working the clit. Makes everything sensitive."

Sweetie wasn't in much of a position to appreciate the lesson. Her unfocused gaze blurred even further and her horn emitted some sparks of its own without her input.

Button slowed his thrusts, admiring the flickering green glow that joined Vinyl's. "Woah. How'd you do that?"

Vinyl sighed in relief now that Button stopped draining her stamina. "Why? Enjoying the fireworks?"

"A little..."

"Sorry dude. Gotta have a horn for this trick."

He frowned and mumbled something about magic, resuming his initial speed.

"If it makes you feel any better, Sweetie's still hanging on." Vinyl moved some magic to Sweetie's legs to free her hands. She gently held Sweetie's cheeks and leaned in for another kiss.

There was no control to wrestle from her this time. Sweetie's tongue moved exactly where Vinyl's told it to. Only the occasional weak moan escaped her while Vinyl sampled her mouth once again.

When they parted, Vinyl was sure to leave a strand of saliva between them and moved to the side to show Button. "You probably know what makes her tick. Got any tips to set her off?"

The stallion's eyes had glazed over at the show, his idle humping the only indication he was conscious. But he awoke once he realized Vinyl's provocative expression was directed at him.

"You- ngh," he grunted, finding himself a little overstimulated as well. "You gotta bite her neck."

"Is that right?" Vinyl asked, turning back to Sweetie with even hungrier eyes. "I had a feeling."

Sweetie, meanwhile, had regained a shred of her awareness. Enough to realize she was about to be ravished even further. She defensively raised her shoulders and lowered her head, but Vinyl's hands had no trouble prying her open. The DJ bared her teeth, revealing a couple sharp ones a nearly-fucked-silly pony might mistake for fangs.

"W-wai-ah!" Sweetie faltered in her half-hearted protest as her boyfriend drove Vinyl's dick inside her again.

"Nuh-uh," Vinyl chastised, licking her lips. "I'm gonna finish you off. Really scream for me, 'kay?"

Vinyl pulled her hips back, leaving most of her cock outside of Sweetie. Button halted his movements as well, Vinyl's tail holding him in place.

She tentatively brought her mouth to Sweetie's neck and immediately felt her shiver.

"Noo!" Sweetie mewled while paradoxically tightening her hold on Vinyl's shoulders.

Vinyl was unperturbed and let her tongue fall onto her prey, humming in satisfaction at Sweetie's continued squirming. Then, in one swift movement, she hammered her hips forward and sank her teeth into Sweetie's neck.

Button's tired stare was the last thing she saw before her eyes rolled back. Her fingers dug into Vinyl, her toes curled, and all the air in her lungs escaped in a ragged, sobbing moan. Some final sparks flew off of her horn before the glow flickered and faded.

Though Vinyl lamented not being able to see her face, there were plenty of other sensations to relish. That beautiful moaning. The delicious pain of fingers raking across her back. How she could feel every one of the cumming mare's gasps through her teeth. And with her objective completed, Vinyl could afford the toll on her stamina that was Sweetie's own spasming sex.

"Mmm," Vinyl hummed, still suckling lightly on the other mare's neck. She had been careful not to draw blood, but a little hickey couldn't hurt. Maybe she should lean into that vampire rumor some more.

Button continued to guide her with measured, shallow thrusts into his girlfriend. This must have been how Sweetie preferred to ride out her orgasms.

Vinyl pulled herself off of Sweetie's neck to get a better look at her. Her arms fell to her sides when Vinyl moved away. Her eyes had closed now and her mouth hung open as limp as the rest of her. Her chest heaved dramatically with every labored breath, her stomach sucking in and out rhythmically. Vinyl felt a similar rhythm squeezing her shaft.

"Damn. He's got you down to a science, huh?"

No one answered her. Only the ragged panting of two horny ponies met her ears. Three if she counted herself.

Then the one behind her got louder and a couple of strong hands started crawling up to her chest.

"Gettin' close, Button?" she asked, stifling a sharp inhale as one of his hands groped her with uncharacteristic boldness. "Me too."

That was some relief to the stallion. With Sweetie taken care of, he was rapidly losing his composure. He could already feel his movements growing quicker and more desperate as his body melted further into hers.

"Nngh," Vinyl grunted. "Fuck, dude. If you keep that up, I'm gonna creampie your girl." Her head tilted back until she was cheek to cheek with him. "That alright?"

Vinyl winced. That sounded a lot sexier in her head. The last thing she wanted to do was question their willingness to swing after this many points of no return.

A different, far less pleasurable tightness in her gut formed when she felt Button slow down. With his face hidden beside her, her imagination had nothing but silence to work with.

Sweetie had opened her eyes at some point, staring at Button for another wordless exchange. However, Vinyl could glean nothing from her blank expression.

Shit, she thought. And despite this doubt, her libido kept moving. Even with both of her partners completely stationary, she still felt a potentially embarrassing climax approaching.

"Uh, I mean-" she began. Then she noticed one of Sweetie's hands outstretched, clutching at Button's. The same one that had been squeezing her chest moments before.

"Button..." Sweetie whispered.

The stallion sighed next to Vinyl, fully halting his thrusts. His hand disappeared from her view.

"Dude I, uh, I didn't mean to-"

Vinyl's apology disappeared into a sharp exhale as Button slammed his hips forward. If she didn't have so much padding back there, he might have left a bruise. The force of his thrust instantly plunged her back into Sweetie, drawing surprised yelps from both of them.

Well, from Sweetie at least. Vinyl kept quiet on account of the hand wrapped around her neck.

His voice rumbled in her ear. Low. Strong. Far more confident than his demeanor would suggest.

"You're going to give her everything you've got," he growled, his other hand gripping the base of her tail. "Understand?"

Vinyl gurgled, her body contorting uncomfortably in Button's iron grip. Well, as uncomfortable as she could be this close to orgasm. His hold on her neck loosened enough to let her suck in some air. "W-whatever you say, stud," she sputtered.

She had no choice but to keep that promise. In just one more movement of his hips, Button disintegrated the last of her stamina and then some. The heavy impact of his thrust hadn't yet rippled through Vinyl's ass before the next one hit.

She didn't go over the proverbial edge so much as she launched past it, memories of alleged edges a distant memory as she flew into orbit. She floated there, frozen in time, momentarily numb to the torrent of sensations coursing through her. Then she felt something dribbling out of her.

Warmth bloomed in Sweetie's core in time with Button's thrusts. Each movement milked out more of Vinyl's climax until that warmth turned into overwhelming heat. In the back of her mind, Sweetie marveled at the sheer volume of it if she could feel this much heat already.

Then Vinyl finally started throbbing.

"Wuh-!" Sweetie gasped as the massive pole inside her grew even thicker. It bucked wildly, almost painfully in her depths. The noises that escaped her mouth were as confused as they were ecstatic.

"C-cum-ngh!" Vinyl warned just a tad late, her words cut short by Button's rapid pounding.

Sweetie could tell. With Vinyl's tits no longer dominating her vision, Sweetie finally had a chance to see lower than her own chest. To her mild horror, her stomach sported a sizable bulge that pulsed every time Button ground Vinyl into her. As though it were the heartbeat of a cornered animal. And with each pulse, that bulge grew.

She watched the DJ's face melt into a shameless, horny mess as she let out something between a giggle and a full-throated moan. Every part of her that wasn't currently fucking somepony went completely limp, Button's hands the only things keeping her from collapsing onto Sweetie.

Button's movements dragged a small fraction of Vinyl's length in and out of his girlfriend, stirring up the expanding bulge in her belly and spewing out streams of Vinyl's load between them. Through sympathetic pleasure or the mere fact that their session was not over, Sweetie felt the aftershocks of her climax quaking through her anew.

Vinyl's gut showed its own signs of stretching. Just above where the two mares' bodies met, Sweetie could watch the outline of her boyfriend's cock as it thrashed about inside their shared lover. Even now, she could recognize that pattern. Vinyl was done for.

They both fell forward, Button abandoning his remaining self-control and returning his hands to Vinyl's chest. As he groped her hungrily and clumsily, his mouth found her neck just as he'd normally do to Sweetie.

Vinyl felt him everywhere. His teeth and breath on her neck like a wild animal. His immobilizing arms feeling up wherever they pleased. His cock recklessly carving into her. A lot like her fantasy from earlier, actually. He was in control.

Or maybe not. His next grunt was more of a gasp, marking the end of his rapid thrusts. His chin fell onto Vinyl's shoulder, letting out shallow breaths in time with his throbbing cock. Despite her ongoing climax, Vinyl's well-trained instincts could tell. He'd already careened over the edge.

And Vinyl was all to happy to hear it. Beset on both sides by quivering, panting, sexy ponies. Warmth from Button's load beginning to trickle into her, what remained of her own dribbling into Sweetie. That was a good night by her standards.

The sensitivity had grown unbearable. With every twitch, Button felt like his legs would buckle. But the pleasure was too great to stop his hips. His breaths grew into groans while his spilled his load into Vinyl.

Though he'd finished last, Button's climax began to wane first. It was only natural. Normal ponies didn't cum for minutes or produce quite as much as freaks like Vinyl. Still, he thrust his hips a couple more times to coax out the last throbs of his orgasm.

Vinyl took note of the weakening pulses. They didn't quite match the rhythm of Sweetie's or her own, much to her neurotic disappointment. She preferred a nice, synchronized end to her fuckings. Like a final sharp note to finish off a set. A climax. That's what she needed in order to marry her two great loves: music and sex.

That would be an unreasonable demand, of course. Sex couldn't be manipulated into a song so easily.

Then why not change the song?

"Oh," Vinyl groaned, using the last of her awareness to commit that piece of deranged inspiration to memory. With that, she turned into dead weight between her lovers.

They were still for some time, ecstasy giving way to catharsis. The only movements were the rise and fall of their chests and the slow flow of fluids where their crotches met.

Being in the least restful position, Button stirred first. He reluctantly dragged his hands out from between two soft white chests and dismounted from Vinyl. Cool air assaulted his crotch as they separated.

Before she could fall, Button hauled the DJ off of his girlfriend. He could hear a soft squelching sound as they pulled away, with Sweetie offering a quiet grunt. Vinyl was somehow still hard. The stallion did his best to position her comfortably on the sofa, but her limp body tipped over the moment his hands left her. It'd have to do.

Button collapsed onto the sofa between them, spent in more ways than one. He spared a moment to breathe and blink at the dim lights overhead. Then his right hand reached Sweetie's shoulder and pulled her closer.

"You okay?" he asked, grabbing one of her hands.

She hadn't the strength to reciprocate that gesture just yet, but she managed a nod against his chest. "Mhm."

She made for quite the sight, legs still spread and gut distended as though several months into a pregnancy. She wore a barely distinguishable white stain just about everywhere below the belt, not that Button had fared much better there. Even her impeccably kept mane had a few curls out of place.

Oddly enough, the night's ordeal had no effect on her makeup. One can only imagine how mares maintain their war paint.

"Wow," she breathed, visibly fighting the urge to nod off.

"Yeah," Button agreed vaguely.

"Fuck," came another voice beside them.

Vinyl seemed to have nearly fallen over the armrest, nothing but her generous behind visible when her two tired companions followed the sound.

They frowned, perhaps hoping for less crass language in their afterglow. But Vinyl wasn't paying much attention. Her body shifted as though struggling with something.

"Hey, could you two lift your legs up real quick?"

Her voice carried little of the fatigue the two were feeling, convincing them to obey. The moment their feet left the floor, they heard Vinyl grunt right before a sharp click from below.

Their seats burst upward, launching them into the air. Button instinctively gathered Sweetie into his arms while the other unicorn let out little more than a nonchalant "Hup!". They landed heavily on their asses, the impact particularly uncomfortable for Sweetie and her new luggage.

"Ow," Button grumbled, having valiantly but uselessly broken Sweetie's fall onto a soft mattress. "What did you-"

"Pullout couch," Vinyl interrupted. "Or pop-out, I guess. I make sure all my dressing rooms have 'em. Pretty convenient for, you know, this," she said, gesturing at her naked form.

Vinyl's guests blinked at their apparently revitalized host and the transformed furniture, then collapsed onto their backs. Sweetie nestled into Button's shoulder and drew his arm around her waist.

"So why didn't you do this before?" the stallion asked.

She shrugged. "Felt like a little standing action. Why? You got some laying down positions for me?"

"I meant-"

"'Cuz I'm always open for suggestions. You college kids are always coming up with cool new shit."

"How are you not tired?"

Button would receive nothing but a shrug for that question. He watched a couple of water bottles float above his head and followed one to Vinyl, who uncapped it and started gulping it down. He snatched the other out of the air and offered some to his partner before pouring the rest into his own mouth.

As he listened to Sweetie's steady breathing beside him, he felt himself drifting off. That is, until he felt a couple of hands grabbing his free arm.

"Make some room," Vinyl said, trying to slip under his arm.

"H-hey!"

"C'mon. You two were makin' it look so comfy."

The stallion turned his head away, tensing up as she nestled closer.

"Something wrong, dude?"

"Isn't this a little weird?"

"Which part?"

Which part indeed. Surely not the heft of Vinyl's breasts pressed against him. Nor her hands wandering around his body.

He didn't answer, still not meeting her eyes. Then she turned her attention down lower and found his hand trembling above her.

"Oh for fuck's sake dude. Did you need to ask for permission earlier while we were fucking?"

"I-no, but that was-"

"Sweetie, tell your boyfriend he's allowed to grab my ass if he wants."

Sweetie only chuckled as she felt his breath catch in his throat. "Button," she teased. "After all this?"

Vinyl's magic forced his hand onto her rump despite his squeamish vocalizations. "Fucker tried to hover hand me. That's wild."

"Imagine how hard I had to try," Sweetie added, turning her gaze to a blushing, pouting Button.

"Again with the teasing," he muttered, maintaining his scowl despite the naked mares in his arms. "No matter what. There's always energy for that."

"I love you too Button," she said, nuzzling into his neck.

Button's foul mood façade melted at that gesture and he returned the nuzzle, squeezing her tighter. Meanwhile, Vinyl watched the lovers' display with a knowing smile.

"Where'd you find this guy, Sweetie?"

"The arcade" she began.

"They still have arcades?" Vinyl interrupted, confused. "You go to arcades? I can't get a read on you at all."

"Not to play anything. My friends and I were trying to find a stallion for our teacher."

"Aw, and I guess this guy didn't make the cut?"

"I think I was a little too young for Miss Cheerilee, Sweetie," Button added.

"Maybe," Sweetie hummed. "Or maybe I just wanted you for myself."

Vinyl missed that little exchange, too busy groping the stallion's subtle muscles. "Maybe I should start playing video games."

Button tried to imagine the famous musician just strolling into the local arcade and popping tokens into the Marevel cabinet. That felt a little weird. Then he remembered how Vinyl showed him her dick. And had a threesome with him and his girlfriend. That was also weird.

"I can't believe we did all this," he thought aloud.

"Really? I do this all the time."

"Have sex with your fans?"

"Fans, friends, colleagues..." she trailed off, realizing how long this list might be.

"When you say it like that, this feels a lot less special," Button joked.

"No way! You guys have no clue just how special this was," Vinyl shot back, suddenly quite serious. "I'm gettin' inspiration out the wazoo here!"

Sweetie snorted. "For the sex music?"

"For the sex music," Vinyl answered without a hint of irony.

Button nevertheless waited for a punchline that never came. "Well, glad we could help I guess."

After a moment of silence, Vinyl dragged her body against his as she shuffled upwards in his grasp. She brushed her nose against his ear and shifted the weight of her chest onto his.

"'Me too," she breathed into his ear.

With that small gesture, any composure he may have built up vanished. "W-wha-" was all he managed before something warm and hard prodded against his side. He could feel a wicked grin appear on her face.

"But we're not done yet."

Author's Note

I like Vinyl. I like making her say "dude".

It Keeps Happening

Ever been to a baseball game and thought it'd be really cool if you caught a home run? Sure, you know it's pretty damn unlikely. But one can't help but fantasize about these things. What if there was a freak snowstorm in May and school got canceled? What if I found buried treasure on the beach with my old metal detector? What if I got to hang out with that celebrity and have sex with them? You think about it, but you know it'll never happen.

Oh wait.

In a movement too quick to comprehend, Vinyl slithered her way under Button and lifted her arms up under his. Once his mind caught up, the stallion tried in vain to twist out of the mare's hold. Though his efforts didn't earn him his freedom, he did manage to bounce pleasantly against the titanic breasts of his captor. It's important to appreciate the little things.

It's also important to appreciate big things. Big things such as the tower of blue flesh poking into his vision from between his legs.

"Wah-ah-uh-" Button stuttered, mind simultaneously racing and blank.

"Mmm?" Vinyl hummed into his ear. "Something wrong, stud?"

"What are you-?"

The stallion went stiff as Vinyl started gently lifting her hips, letting her cock glide up against his from below.

"Just thought I'd have a little more fun with one of my coolest fans," she said, adjusting her full nelson into a slightly more romantic bear hug. "You didn't think we were done, did you?"

"But we just-ah!"

"Everypony always says that and I've never understood. What's it like feeling satisfied after one shot?"

Vinyl's hands continued to feel him up while she ground her cock up against his sack. He instinctively clamped his legs together, only succeeding in pleasuring his assailant further.

"Plus you're one to talk," she continued. "You're as hard as I am."

So he was. Before the blue beast sliding between his thighs, Button's own russet-colored cock stood at attention raring to go.

"You're good, Button," she purred into his ear. "Real good. But I'd be a pretty shitty host if I didn't pay you back for that show there." She reached down and wrapped her hands around their cocks, gently stroking. "I gotta really blow your mind now."

His ear twitched. Those whispers were the loudest things he'd heard that night. His hands stretched down toward hers, but stopped short of contact.

He almost repeated himself and asked what she was doing. What she was planning. But he didn't need to. In this position, there were very few possibilities.

"Buuut," she said, dragging out her poorly chosen word. "This might be a big ask of a guy like you. So tell me."

She moved her head closer, lips brushing against his ear.

"Are you gonna let me fuck you?"

An involuntary whimper left his mouth the instant he heard those words. They crawled their way into his brain, conjuring every confusing fantasy that this mare had inspired. But he couldn't answer.

"I-ah!" he gasped.

Vinyl snickered at the flustered stallion in her arms. "Don't be so nervous Button. I'm pretty good at this, you know."

Her brag didn't exactly inspire confidence. "But I've never- ngh!"

The DJ hummed in his ear, still stroking their lengths together. "Really? No experience, huh?"

"Yes!" Button grunted emphatically, finally finishing a sentence.

"No," his girlfriend corrected.

Their eyes turned to Sweetie, waiting patiently before them with her hands in her lap. Whether it was from the brief rest or the sight of her boyfriend in an erotic submission hold, she seemed to have gotten a second wind.

Button craned his neck forward wearing an expression somewhere between embarrassment and terror. "Sweetie Belle!"

Vinyl just grinned harder. "Oh? Tell me more, Sweetie."

"He's got a toy," Sweetie said, eyes glued to the two glazed dicks in front of her. "He keeps it in a box in the closet."

The stallion's hands flew to cover his face. "Sweetie!" he whined again.

"It's also, like, the same color as yours."

Vinyl snorted. "Aw, that's sweet of you Button."

"I didn't know, okay?" he mumbled through his hands. "And I don't even really use..."

Sweetie's gaze snapped off their cocks long enough to pout at her boyfriend. "Aw. You don't?"

Button peeked through his fingers at his girlfriend's bummed look, still refusing eye contact. But he could not avoid the soft chuckle in his ear.

"Button," Vinyl chastised in a low voice. "I thought I told you we were all friends here."

His fingers closed, once again hiding his eyes from the prying mares. The feeling of lead in his gut and a celebrity's dick still rubbing against his own didn't make it much easier to think. But after a pregnant pause, he mumbled something through his hands.

"Hmm?" the DJ hummed in his ear. "What was that?"

"I..."

"You what?"

"I used it..."

Sweetie cheered as Vinyl nuzzled his cheek. "Attaboy! Doesn't it feel nice to let that one out?"

There, as vulnerable as he'd ever been, admitting to deep secrets that his girlfriend apparently already knew, Button couldn't quite say he felt "nice".

And despite all that inner turmoil, Vinyl continued to rub their dicks together. "Look dude. I won't make you say it out loud this time. But if you wanna feel satisfied by your little toy ever again, you should probably hop offa' me."

It would be that easy. Roll to the side. Push her away. Speak. Anything. But he couldn't move. Just lie there, heart pounding, playing out that scenario in his head. That scenario that had been in his head for some time now.

"Fuck," he said aloud, letting his arms fall to his sides.

The DJ readied a flirty line on her tongue, but the other mare was just a bit faster with her mouth.

Sweetie pounced between their legs, planting her lips on her boyfriend's slimy crown. She leaned in, taking more of him in her mouth while Vinyl's slid between her breasts. She stroked and slurped without regard for the cum of two ponies smearing her chest and chin.

Once again, what Sweetie lacked in experience or assets, she more than made up for in enthusiasm. At least, that's what Vinyl thought while she gazed longingly over Button's shoulder at the display.

"Aw dude," she moaned drunkenly. "You're gonna marry this girl, right? You fuckin' better."

Button was too busy gritting his teeth to answer that slightly daunting question. It was far too soon for that. Much like it was far too soon to be twitching in his girlfriend's mouth. Especially considering what Vinyl intended to do to him shortly.

His cock popped out of Sweetie's mouth and pressed against her cheek. "This is so hot, Button," she breathed, hugging their two dicks together.

"It really is," Vinyl agreed. "Say, while you're down there, mind giving me a hand?" The DJ snapped her fingers and a cool slippery substance dropped onto her cock and Sweetie's chest. "Cum isn't really the best lube, you know."

The other unicorn didn't miss a beat, quickly setting about spreading Vinyl's summoned lube with her hands and chest. Meanwhile, the stallion felt the tingling of magic on his lower back raising him upwards. While he struggled to maintain some footing on the bed, he couldn't help but worry at just how high she had to lift him to line herself up.

He let out a slight grunt as Vinyl's tip finally slid past his sack. This position wasn't particularly fun even with earth pony strength keeping him up. But resting weight on any part of her posed a bit of risk.

Sweetie backed up, satisfied with the glistening shaft before her. So was Vinyl as she rested her hands on Button's hips and her cockhead against his hole.

"I think it's time, Button," Vinyl said, drumming her fingers along his sides. "Ready?"

The lump in his throat said "no" but his mouth produced nothing but panting. The only slightly familiar sensation on his backside sealed his fate.

Vinyl pulled on his hips. Gently. Whatever he got up to alone in his room probably wouldn't prepare him for her. She wanted to take her time here but Button's adorable squeak after her first unsuccessful prod against his entrance just about made her salivate.

"C'mon dude," she teased, fighting the urge to impale him first and apologize later. "Lemme in."

"I can't-ah!" Button gasped at her next poke.

"You gotta believe in yourself a little. You saw Sweetie and I can handle it just fine."

"You weren't trying to do this," Button hissed. He winced at each movement like he'd touched a hot stove.

"Semantics," Vinyl dismissed. "I've popped open plenty of guys before. All you gotta do is-"

The DJ allowed herself one brief moment to be cruel. Sometimes you just need to get pushed out of the nest. Dive into the water. Let the head of Vinyl's fat cock inside.

"-relax," she finished, letting out a sigh of relief and satisfaction as Button's ass hugged the first inch of her.

Button's sharp inhale was anything but relaxed. He hadn't fallen very far. Hell, he'd done more than this by himself. But this was a little more sudden than he was used to. Not to mention that he'd never felt his toy twitch inside him.

"See? That wasn't so bad now was it?" Vinyl asked, lightly patting the ass that was so graciously accepting her.

Button only offered an involuntary grunt as his footing shifted.

"Well the worst is over. Let's keep at it."

"Liar," he spat almost feeling the cheeky grin against his back.

Vinyl swayed her hips side to side, tugging playfully at the stallion's grip around her. Though this did nothing to make Button more comfortable, his involuntary squeezes helped hold the mare over.

The magic support was gone now. Only his shaking legs kept Vinyl out. And every little slip along the sheets shifted more weight onto Vinyl's slick rod.

"You're doing good," the DJ encouraged as though he was doing anything more than succumbing to gravity. "You really should try to relax though. For your sake."

"F-fucking how?" he asked between grunts.

Vinyl hummed. "Let's see." Her arms moved from his hips and folded around his chest. Button sensed her movement and readied a protest just before she hugged him closer.

His arms gave out and his upper body fell. Luckily, Vinyl's massive chest was there to catch him.

"How about you try to focus on these instead?" she offered innocently. "You like these, don't you?"

As he bounced against those luxurious pillows, Button had to admit he did. There were a couple posters of her in convenient poses in his room to support that. While they did succeed in grabbing his attention, so did the painful jolt from the fraction of Vinyl's cock that he conveniently swallowed in his fall.

The pressure was mounting in his gut. Between the last two surprise thrusts and his quickly disappearing control over his descent, some slight panic was setting in. And as he approached the next hurdle in his arduous journey to Vinyl's lap, the mental image of her splitting him in two would not leave his mind.

"Wait!" he grunted. "Wait wait wait."

The DJ conjured her magic in an instant, little blue barriers appearing along his body to keep him aloft. Though he was very much still half-impaled on Vinyl's cock, he now had a moment to suck in some shuddering breaths.

His hands and feet found renewed purchase on the bed, though he didn't dare move his body just yet. He could only pant and be thankful that the pushy unicorn below him heeded his cries for mercy.

"Hey," she said, positioning her head next to his. "You good, dude?"

"This is... a lot."

"Wanna call it here?"

"No," he mumbled after a pause. "I just... I need..." The stallion trailed off, not entirely sure what he wanted or needed at this point.

"You need a distraction. One better than my rack, apparently." She turned to Sweetie. "Whaddya say, girlfriend? Think you can take this guy's mind off of things?"

Sweetie glanced between her and her struggling boyfriend and nodded. "Mhm."

Carefully, she climbed up onto Button who protested at the additional weight in his precarious position. But Sweetie shushed him and Vinyl's magic held firm.

She settled onto him with a sigh, straddling his waist and resting her hands on his chest. Though it was steadily leaking out of her, she was still carrying much of Vinyl's load from before.

"'kay?" she asked once she steadied herself atop their pile.

The sight of Sweetie atop him brought some familiar comfort. However the bulge in her abdomen still brought his mind back to the issue at hand.

"Button. Look at me." Sweetie squeezed his cheeks and directed his face upward.

He quickly scanned her face. Her flushed cheeks and frazzled mane stirred up some more coherent emotions than Vinyl's teasing. When he finally found her eyes, she closed them and lowered her face onto his.

Vinyl snickered at the relatively chaste gesture. She had imagined Sweetie putting her mouth to work elsewhere. But Button didn't hear her. Despite the hardness against his ass and the softness against his back, he felt only the warmth of Sweetie's lips.

The mare withdrew from her boyfriend and shook the hair from her eyes. "'kay?" she asked again.

Some of the fear was gone from his face and he was no longer clawing at the sheets. He nodded.

Sweetie bit her lip and lifted her hips. Using her magic, she aimed Button's erection at her entrance and slowly let herself drop.

Both sighed. Slick warmth engulfed his shaft as she fell steadily into his lap. Then Sweetie brought a hand to her mouth, stifling a pained yelp. Though she'd been emboldened by her success with Vinyl, Button wasn't much easier to take. Least of all in the smooth, confident motion she'd been aiming for.

The stallion didn't take notice of her stumble, however, far too entranced with the sight of their bodies joining. It wasn't a new sight for the most part. Even the pearly white substance oozing out onto him was a regular occurrence on more active nights. That it was Vinyl Scratch's cum lubricating his entrance into Sweetie made his heart beat all the harder.

Like that, both of the white mares took hold of his attention. Just as he bottomed out in his girlfriend, he felt himself fall ever so slightly onto Vinyl. He gritted his teeth and braced for pain but only a tingling pressure emerged in his gut. Then the barriers caught him again.

"Huh?" he mumbled in a confused voice much higher in pitch than he intended.

"Okay," Vinyl chuckled. "Now the worst is over."

"Why doesn't it..."

"'Hurt? Cuz we're working our magic on ya, stud. Didn't I tell you I was good at this?"

Vinyl let him fall some more, relishing the feeling of his recently virgin ass stretching around more of her length. And just as she heard his breath hitch, her barriers froze him in place.

Above, Sweetie slowly lifted herself on her shaking legs only to suddenly crash back down onto the stallion. His eyes couldn't focus, though they tried their best to take in her chest as it bounced ever so slightly from her movement.

Then he felt Vinyl once more. The barriers dropped and so did he. And just before discomfort could set in, Sweetie dropped into his lap again.

Button's thoughts were ripped between the two mares repeatedly. Sweetie's mewls and pleading eyes. Vinyl's low hums and sighs. Sweetie's tightness gripping and massaging him from above. Vinyl's length creeping deeper and deeper into him.

It wasn't whiplash. Their dizzying teamwork was a bit more subtle. Any doubts were swiftly swept away by his lover's embrace while every comfort welcomed more of this new experience inside.

It was Vinyl's breath that stuttered next. Exercising restraint with Sweetie already took a lot of self-control. Dragging herself so sluggishly through Button's snug hole had effectively destroyed what remained of her patience. Hopefully this was enough of a warmup.

Button barely registered the deliberate inhale from below beyond the squelching sounds of his girlfriend's last bounce. But when the barriers fell once again, he felt a distinct squeeze on his hips. Then Vinyl's rose up to meet him.

A soft squeak escaped his lips as he tried and failed to gasp. There wasn't much left to take to begin with but this was the fastest thrust so far. He tensed up anew around her shaft, fingers digging deeper into the mattress.

"Easy now," Vinyl advised in a low, soothing tone. "Breathe." She squeezed him close and gently lowered both of their hips until she rested against the bed once again.

"Oh fuck oh fuck..." Button answered, not listening. For a brief moment, a shade of white that didn't match his girlfriend encroached on the edges of his vision as he felt himself launched toward a premature climax. Luckily, he caught a glimpse of a shocking bulge in his abdomen that handily scared away any premature orgasms.

She'd brushed against something in that thrust. Something he hadn't been able to find himself.

They held still for some time, both he and Sweetie grateful for the break. She had a similar reaction to Button upon glancing at his stomach.

"Holy..." she exclaimed, trailing off before she could swear.

Vinyl smirked at her innocent reaction despite having been on the receiving end not too long ago. Then she turned to watch Button squeeze his eyes shut while grinding his teeth into powder. She decided to grant him some more time to adjust before teasing him.

"Adjusting" would be a lofty goal for a former anal virgin impaled on Vinyl's rod. He was mercifully free from any searing pain but his overstretched hole still voiced some muffled complaints. Not to mention how he could feel his insides shifting if he so much as breathed.

"Mmm," Vinyl cooed in his ear. "You did it, stud." She took her finger and traced it along the bulge in his belly. "You took my whole cock in your ass."

Admittedly, it was not the most comforting praise for the struggling stallion. His twitching around her base was more involuntary than affectionate. But on some level she was sure he appreciated it.

"How's it feel? Be honest."

"Weird," Button panted after a pause, deciding to leave out his close encounter with la petite mort.

"Just weird?" Vinyl asked, feigning disappointment. "It felt like you were enjoying it there for a second."

He had no need to avoid her eyes, but he nervously scanned the ceiling anyway.

"Well it feels pretty fucking great for me," she continued, drawing out another gasp when she hugged him again. "How about you Sweetie? Doin' okay up there?"

"Yeah," she answered, still short of breath and wobbling on top of the pile. Her eyes wouldn't leave her boyfriend's abdomen.

"Good girl." The DJ's legs shifted, taking on a sturdier stance and spreading the stallion's wider. "Now Button, let's go over what's gonna happen here. I'm gonna take my nice thick dick and grind into this tight ass of yours," she said, giving him a gentle roll of her hips. "Riiight up against your little sweet spot."

That little movement knocked the rest of the air out of his lungs and made him nearly tear a chunk out of the mattress.

"And then I'm gonna make you blow the biggest load of your life deep inside your girlfriend's pussy." Vinyl's face appeared beside his, directing his eyes back toward Sweetie. "Just look at her, dude. She wants it bad. Mine wasn't nearly enough for her."

He tried. But Sweetie chose that moment to bounce atop him once again, the wet sound of their sexes especially loud amid their pounding hearts. The hungry look in her eyes told him there was some merit to Vinyl's words.

"That's the way, girl!" the DJ praised her fellow unicorn. "We're gonna milk this stud dry!"

Sweetie shakily lifted herself, her walls clinging tightly to his cock as it left her. Meanwhile, Vinyl set about rolling her hips, gently sawing the smallest fraction of her length in and out of him. She hadn't been lying before. Each of her practiced movements pressed her rod against a particularly sensitive spot within him, drawing out an involuntary whimper with each thrust. He weakly lifted his hips but Vinyl followed right behind him, giving his ass no chance to escape.

His earlier close experience with the DJ's big blue cock had given him an unfortunately detailed mental image to work with. Every bump, every vein he'd traced with his tongue was now nestled deeper in his ass than he cared to comprehend. And yet the obscene throbbing bulge in his gut would not leave his mind. Like that mare in the video and like his girlfriend, he was getting fucked.

His legs trembled not unlike Sweetie's. Even Vinyl's comparatively gentle bucking sapped away his strength. And when Sweetie finally crashed back into his lap, he collapsed into the bed and received his first respectable stroke of Vinyl's cock.

His eyes bulged wide open as his voice escaped. Sweetie fared similarly, digging her face into his shoulder and moaning openly much to Vinyl's satisfaction. In the excitement, his legs twitched, gently thrusting himself into his girlfriend while welcoming another lengthy drive from below.

"Somepony's being a little more honest now," Vinyl chuckled behind his ears. "Don't worry, dude. I already knew you were loving this." Then she hit him with a few harder thrusts than before.

"Ah! Ngh!" Button cried out in time with each movement.

"Making guys lose it like this is the best. Doesn't it just feel so right?" She punctuated that line with another thrust and held herself hilted inside him.

"Right" wasn't the word but Button was far too hard to deny that it felt good. Which was very fortunate seeing as Vinyl's restraint had just run dry.

Without another tease, Vinyl allowed herself to part with Button's ass for a brief moment. Though his mouth was playing coy, his hole clung to her greedily as she withdrew. Then she drove herself back inside with all the force a perpetually horny unicorn could muster.

The stallion's hips launched upward from the impact, bouncing his girlfriend's lower body against him as she clutched his shoulders. He was groaning almost constantly at this point, rising and falling in pitch in time with Vinyl's accelerating bucking into his ass. Being on the receiving end of sex for the first time would have been intense enough without simultaneously fucking as nature intended. But thanks to Sweetie's presence and Vinyl's provocative encouragement, he didn't have much time left.

"So good..." Vinyl trailed off, losing it herself just a little. Each passing moment brought her closer to her preferred pace.

But before she could truly hit her stride, it was Vinyl's turn for a surprise. Just as she bottomed out in Button, his hole clamped down around her base like a bear trap. The tightness immobilized her, drawing out pleased grunts from the seasoned slut when renewed tightness caressed her pole. However, the pleasure turned to frustration as his ass desperately followed her and ruined her rhythm.

His eyes squeezed shut and his mind frantically searched for some thought that wasn't the decadent, obscene position he was in. But there was no escape from the sensations. Vinyl's cock tugged incessantly against his grip while Sweetie accelerated her reckless bouncing. He couldn't for the life of him conjure an unsexy thought.

Vinyl's fingers dug into his hips. "Are you- ngh! Are you trying to hold back on us, Button?" she asked, managing to drag some of her length out of him.

He shook his head. Not necessarily to deny her accusation, but to hang onto his last shred of control.

A laugh dripping in pity escaped the DJ's lips. "Oh, dude. She's riding you like a cowpony and I'm balls deep in your tight ass. You're not gonna last." She slipped back in and wiggled her hips side to side. "Honestly, neither will I."

Realization dawned on Button's face. His eyes rolled in the direction of her voice but he could only make out a blue tuft of her mane. "You're... you're gonna..."

"Yeah, dude. I am. All the way in this perfect ass of yours. And, not gonna lie, it's gonna be a big one."

Both unicorns stopped, mercilessly allowing the stallion some time to reflect on his fate.

"But if I'm being fair," she continued. "I should probably ask for permission first."

Button's fried brain started processing her statement, but his mouth made no attempt to move. Then Vinyl's hand rose to caress his cheek.

"So Sweetie, is it alright if I creampie your boyfriend?" she asked innocently.

His girlfriend sluggishly pushed herself up. Her breathing wouldn't settle and her arms looked ready to give out. But after a glance at their respective stomachs, a faint grin appeared on her face.

"Everything you've got," she answered, eyes fixed on Button's.

Vinyl made an exaggerated conceding gesture with her hands. "Welp. You heard her, Button. Looks like I'm gonna fill you up." Bracing her elbows against the bed, Vinyl held Button's hips aloft and pried some more of her dick free. She sucked in a deep breath and flung her hips upwards into him, hammering through his resistance with ease.

There it was again. A faint white vignette at the edges of his vision. Tingling, intensifying pleasure in places he'd never felt before. That last thrust already set him off. But the mares above and below him had to make sure.

Sweetie's mouth latched onto his neck in a novel turnabout of their usual routine. She moaned against him and noted the deep rumbling against her teeth as Button moaned back. With his climax fast approaching, his hands instinctively flew to Sweetie's butt, pulling her down and locking himself inside her.

But Vinyl wouldn't let him ride out his orgasm in peace. Her forearm-length thrusts continued as fast as the DJ could deliver them, wet slapping filling the room. He was throbbing already, each one prompting a maddening squeeze from above that his body mimicked for the mare below.

And with all that exertion, Vinyl still couldn't help but laugh. "Just do it! Cum for us!"

So he did. Scorching heat welled up inside him, rapidly working its way up his shaft with each of Vinyl's brutal thrusts into him. Her frantic rhythm dictated every shock of pleasure coursing through him. His first shot left him with almost painful force as it rushed to join Vinyl's in Sweetie's pussy. Meanwhile the mare groaned loudly against his neck, clamping down on his rod to goad out more of his load.

But he didn't need any more encouragement. Vinyl kept at it, panting from her efforts. "Fuck yeah, Button! That's it! Give her what she wants!" Her arms curled around his waist, pulling him closer for shorter, deeper jabs into his insides. "I'm about to give you what you want too!"

That warning didn't reach his ears. He was throbbing faster than he thought possible thanks to Vinyl mashing his button. It wouldn't be long until she milked him dry. But then her pace faltered. Her fingers dug into his sides and her legs swept under his, dropping both of her guests onto her.

Button and Sweetie's respective voices surged with the sudden thrust, his cum spilling out between them as his throbs continued. But that stunt left Vinyl in a poor state to keep fucking him. Not that she'd need to.

The DJ sighed, relishing the new weight on her lap. "Oh fuck," she breathed as she clamped her arms together. "Get ready, dude."

With her hips flush against his ass, he felt her balls hitch against his. Her tip flared almost painfully inside him, the rest of her length slightly expanding as well. But the flood didn't come yet. As she exhaled, Vinyl's member returned to its still unreasonable size.

Vinyl shifted, slightly wriggling within Button's snug hole. But she made no effort to force her orgasm along, content to let the sluggish, intermittent throbs milk it out of her.

Two more tantalizing pulses later, Button's squeezing finally bore fruit. With a mutual grunt, Vinyl's first shot launched into his guts with enough force for Sweetie to feel it. The DJ's warm cream rushed to fill him, already softening the muscular definition on his abdomen.

In the pause after that first productive throb, the stallion grit his teeth. His over-pleasured moans had started to sound a lot like squeals. But he had no time to feel embarrassed before Vinyl's next shot.

"Mnn..." Vinyl hummed dreamily. "Take it all, Button..."

It came no faster than the last one. But there was definitely more. It flew out of her in another prolonged pump, the pressure already building against her engorged head.

The double-teaming of his senses no longer served to distract from either end. Sweetie only clamped down on him harder as Vinyl's load flowed freely into his ass. He felt it all, all at once.

And he kept feeling it. Throb after throb, shot after shot, the DJ just kept cumming in him. His own cock twitched almost painfully inside Sweetie, the added stimulation prolonging his climax. But while his load slowed to a trickle, Vinyl's continued as strong as ever.

His girlfriend relaxed her love bite, her body going limp save for the trembling of her legs. His breath faltered as her teeth parted from his neck, the warm air nevertheless cool on the stinging hickey beneath his fur. She swayed on her perch but Button's tense grip held her in place.

Wet, hot, full. It was spilling out of him now. A cascade of the DJ's spunk pooled between her legs, every drop flushed out by a fresh rope from her cock. Rumbling emanated from his gut, not from any complaint from his stomach but from the sheer volume of liquid coursing through him.

His eyes fluttered at the dim lights on the ceiling, the last of his strength fading rapidly and his voice reduced to a faint whine. How long had he been speared on this mare? How much longer could it last?

His hands fell from Sweetie's cheeks and she slowly slid off the pile, his softened cock slipping from her grip. She tumbled down towards the mattress with as much grace as could be expected of a ragdoll before magenta magic caught her and rolled her gently onto her back.

She drew deep, deliberate breaths, leaving her arms and legs wherever Vinyl had left them. Her head tilted to her bedmates but there was little life behind her eyes.

Vinyl's hands crept up and cradled Button's now exposed belly possessively. Though the timing was perfect, she spared him from another lewd remark. No need to tease the poor stallion after so thoroughly having her way with him.

Finally the torrent slowed, Vinyl's prolonged ejaculation no longer quite so audible in his head. Gradually, the pulsing of her rod ceased as did the flow of cum into the pool beneath her sack. There would be no cleaning that stain from the mattress.

"Okay," Vinyl sighed, her magic now enveloping the stallion. His stomach lurched as he rose but he offered only a soft grunt in protest. Now well-lubricated and too weak to squeeze her, the mare casually withdrew her rod, exiting with a quiet "pop". It slapped back onto her abdomen as soon as it was free, the thick white coating of her cream smearing onto her fur.

She rolled out from beneath him to the side of the bed and set him back down on his back next to his girlfriend, right back into the puddle.

Sitting up, Vinyl admired her handiwork. Namely the shrinking but still sizable bulge in the stallion's gut. "Heh. Sorry about that. The loads don't get much smaller on the second shot."

The couple responded by continuing to lay there in silence. With the novelty of the experience long gone, the stallion tried his best to ignore the awkward feeling of that very load oozing out of him and soaking his coat.

Vinyl pushed herself to her feet and sauntered over to her mini fridge for some more water. While she sipped from the fresh bottle, she eyed her doubly-glazed member and snapped her fingers. Instantly, every trace of the night thus far disappeared from her shaft.

"The last spell should've made things clean enough, but I like to make sure after I'm that deep in a guy's guts." She shuddered as a chill rushed through her groin. "You never get used to that side effect though. Eugh."

Unpleasant heat had spread to his whole body. As Sweetie sluggishly shifted closer, Button started to lament every surface of him that wasn't exposed to fresh air. However, standing seemed beyond his capabilities at this point. Something told him sitting would be a bad idea as well.

Vinyl had kept both her promises. It was a big one, both his and hers. He wondered how his girlfriend mustered up the energy to continue after getting similarly stuffed. However she did it, she'd run out if her face was any indication. Neither of them were long for this waking world. But a voluptuous figure with her hands on her hips loomed above, demanding the stallion's attention.

"Hey! Quit falling asleep on me you guys!"

Button glanced at her lasting erection then tilted his head up at her with the most defiant and perplexed look he could muster in his state. "You can't be serious. More?"

"Well yeah. Sweetie hasn't had a turn in the middle yet."

Sweetie stirred at the mention of her name. "Wha?"

The stallion held his confused look and eyed his decidedly flaccid member retreating into his sheath. He shook his head then laid it back on the mattress. "Yeah, I'm spent. You two go have fun."

Vinyl rolled her eyes. "That's not how it works here, stud. I'm not letting anypony sit one out if I can help it."

"Really though. I've got nothing left in me."

Vinyl sat down behind his head, scratching her chin. After a moment of contemplation, she slapped her knees and leaned over him. "Alright. Sorry about this, dude."

"Sorry for wha-mph."

Vinyl interrupted him for the umpteenth time that night, this time dropping her chest on his face. To his credit, he didn't even react this time.

Sweetie laboriously and reluctantly pushed herself up to a seated position and watched drowsily as the other unicorn worked. "What are you doing?"

"Getting your boyfriend hard again."

"Like that?" she asked, slightly amused. "I think you should go lower."

"Nah, this is just to hold him down a little. And to apologize."

"Apologize?"

Vinyl snapped her fingers. A flash of light erupted from Button's crotch and a pitiful yelp erupted from beneath Vinyl's tits. The stallion crumpled and twisted, drawing his legs into his body.

"W-what was that?" Sweetie squeaked with concern.

"Shh, easy there dude. It's alright." Vinyl stroked a tuft of orange hair sticking out from her cleavage. "Breathe."

"What did you do?!"

Vinyl smirked at the protective mare. "Just a spell, Sweetie. Don't worry, it's safe. I've done it before. The good ones have a cost is all."

"What spell?" Sweetie interrogated further, not too fond of Vinyl's word choice.

"Well first it feels like a freight train to the balls," she began, lifting her breasts from Button's face.

The stallion wheezed, life nearly drained from his eyes. "Yup. Sure does."

"But if you give it a sec, it also does this," Vinyl continued as she gestured lower.

Sweetie followed her finger to Button's crotch, where the stallion's hands still clutched his junk in pain. When nothing much changed for several moments, she started to worry Vinyl just magically kicked her boyfriend in the balls for no reason.

Eventually Button's breathing steadied and, once he was fairly certain nothing would fall off, he moved his hands to his sides. He remained very much flaccid.

"Aw dang," Vinyl remarked, firing up her magic. "Looks like I'll have to try again."

Button immediately curled up and shielded his groin from another assault while Sweetie climbed over his lap to get between them. Vinyl let the energy fade from her horn and giggled.

"I'm kidding, guys. Look, it's already working."

Sweetie cautiously took her eyes off of the other mischievous unicorn to check on Button again, only to knock her chin against something hard the moment she looked down. She stumbled backwards and gasped at Button's quite revitalized erection.

Sweetie hesitantly reached out to it, marveling at an unfamiliar reddish tint on his flare. "It's... so warm."

"Before you ask, it'd feel even worse if I cast it again too soon." Vinyl leaned back onto her hands and sighed. "Not exactly a cake walk to cast either. I'm out of shape."

"I wasn't going to ask that," Sweetie said flatly. Then, with her boyfriend's throbbing cock in her hands, she finally processed the phrase that woke her up earlier. "What was that about 'the middle' before?"

Button sat up and turned his gaze on Sweetie. However when she looked back, it was as though a shadow was cast over his eyes. Just as the mare withdrew her hands, he rose to his knees and hoisted her up by her rear end.

"Button?" Sweetie asked meekly, noting the heat of his newfound vigor resting firmly between her cheeks.

"Oh hell yeah! He's ready." Vinyl crawled up behind her, squeezed her hands around her waist, and slid her cock up against Button's.

"H-hold on a minute you guys! I don't think I can handle this!"

"Hm," Button grumbled incomprehensibly, looking through her.

Vinyl's hands moved up to Sweetie's chest, squeezing her against her own. "Aw c'mon Sweetie. Button just showed you how fun it is."

Feeling two hard rods stretching a good length up her back, she knew very well how much fun she could have. But a combination of her companions' strength, her own fatigue, and morbid curiosity kept her firmly in their arms.

"Oh shoot oh shoot oh sh-mmph!"

Button's mouth found hers and put a swift end to any more worried muttering. As he sucked the air from her lungs, she felt him stoke a fire in her once again. She wrapped her arms around his neck and welcomed the animalistic embrace.

"Atta girl!" Vinyl praised her with a light smack on her ass. "We've still got a long night ahead of us."

Long. Sweetie's lingering reason hung on that word as her boyfriend and Vinyl Scratch lined themselves up against her. With their first coordinated prod, she lamented that she wouldn't have the breath to scream.

But she certainly tried.

It Really Happened

Sunlight shone mercilessly through the open blinds onto the sleeping couple. It seeped through their eyes, invading their dreamless sleep. Though they struggled and turned away, the damage was done.

Button blinked, eyes adjusting too slowly to the bright morning. He wasn't in his dorm. The blankets were far too soft and the walls were covered in actual tasteful decor rather than his tacky posters. It smelled cleaner too.

Right. Sweetie's place. She lived closer and neither of them had much energy to spare after...

He sighed as a number of blurry memories flowed back into his mind. He likely wouldn't have believed them had they not been accompanied by dull aches in equal measure. Speaking of aches, the mare clutching his side groaned out her own complaints at the remnants of last night.

"Morning," he croaked out, throat a little dryer than he realized.

Sweetie Belle just squinted up at him and ran a hand through her mane. "Eugh," she muttered at the sensation.

She wasn't really dirty. Neither of them were. This was just another consequence from one of Vinyl's spells. She could make them all presentable for a ride home and a night's sleep. They'd just wake up feeling filthy. A handy trick for certain lifestyles.

"Shower?" Button asked.

Sweetie frowned. "I'd have to get up for that, wouldn't I?"

"Unless you want me to carry you."

"Later," she mumbled, retreating deeper under the covers.

The stallion drew her in closer and stared back at the ceiling. If he tried, he could probably go back to sleep. But for all he knew it was already midday. He glanced at the table beside the bed at his phone but he didn't dare check the time.

"Hey wait," he said. "We didn't get our picture."

The mare lifted her head and furrowed her brow. "Didn't we? I feel like I remember taking one."

"Well she didn't give it to me if we did."

"Shoot."

The bummer of that missed opportunity woke them up a little. They admittedly got a little more out of that meet and greet than they expected even if it was the norm for Vinyl. The memories of that night were worth more than a corny picture, surely.

Sweetie, the slightly more responsible adult, opted to check the time to see just how much of the day they wasted in bed. Surprisingly, it was a perfectly reasonable hour to sleep-in. More surprisingly, she found a message from an unknown number.

"You guys get home alright?" she read aloud.

"Huh?"

"I got a text. Is this your mom's number?"

He squinted at the screen. "No. And she doesn't check on me like that every night."

"I don't think I believe that," Sweetie joked. "Should I answer?"

"If you want. Don't give them a credit card though."

"Who is this?" Sweetie answered after shooting Button a flat look.

A response came almost immediately. Whoever it was, they were already on the phone. "Nopony ever saves my number. This is Sweetie or Button, right?"

The unicorn's eyes widened, as did the stallion's looking over her shoulder.

"Vinyl?!"

"Yo. I'm gettin a goodie bag ready for you guys but I wanted to send you these first. Came out pretty well if you ask me."

A couple images started downloading in the chat while Sweetie's jaw hung open.

"She's texting us?" Button asked. "You have Vinyl Scratch's number and she's texting us?"

"I- I guess I gave her mine before we left?"

The images finally loaded and revealed a familiar green room with Vinyl's arms around the two of them smiling ear to ear. Luckily this was after they'd gotten dressed so they could share this memento with family.

"I barely remember this," Button said, scratching his head.

"Same."

In the next one, they all sported a pair of shiny purple shades. Vinyl threw up a pair of horns while her guests tried to copy her cocksure grin.

"Those are in my bag," Sweetie assured Button. "That much I remember."

In the last picture, Sweetie and Button pushed their glasses to their heads and planted their lips on either of Vinyl's cheeks. The DJ somehow managed to grin harder.

"Send me those," Button said with urgency like they'd somehow disappear. "Please."

"Thank you so much!" Sweetie replied "This is the coolest!"

"Got the autographed copies coming your way too if you care about that. But before that, is anypony else there with you?"

Sweetie frowned. "Button's here. Why?"

"Sweet. Hang tight for a sec. And make sure nopony else comes in for now. You can share them later if you really want." She finished off with a winky face.

The couple watched the chat intently for some time, though nothing appeared.

"W-what's she doing?" the mare asked.

"Maybe she fell asleep?" Button offered. "Even she's gotta be tired after all that."

"I'm honestly not sure about that."

Her phone finally chirped again. Vinyl was trying to send them an album. A sizable one at that. Sweetie quickly accepted and opened the first of the new photos.

Neither Button nor Sweetie had moved since the last one, though they seemed to have lost their shirts.

Also they were no longer kissing Vinyl's face.

Memories flooded back into their minds at the sight. Memories of slobbering over Vinyl's erect blue dick a number of times last night. And so much more.

Sweetie wordlessly swiped her finger to the next image, this one a closeup of the DJ's absurd bust with the slightest hint of Button's brown tip poking out of her cleavage. Vinyl appeared to be mid-laugh and Button mid-orgasm.

The stallion's grip around his girlfriend tensed. She swiped again.

The next was a full shot of Sweetie, legs spread around Vinyl's hips with only a sliver of her cerulean cock visible between them. Sweetie's face was contorted in pleasure while Button latched onto her neck from behind and groped her with reckless abandon.

Not unlike the reckless abandon with which Button's hand was currently absently creeping under her shirt. Neither took much notice as they continued through the album.

This one was a side profile of Sweetie's ass sitting atop Vinyl's face, the DJ's hands digging into her like she was holding an overstuffed sandwich. If memory served, Button was somewhere out of the shot hilted inside of the DJ. The following photo confirmed that.

Sweetie hid her mouth behind her hand. Button's breath grew heavy and hot upon her shoulder. They pushed on.

Vinyl made sure to return the favor. The next had Vinyl behind Button, hips flush against his ass while she pressed his head between his girlfriend's legs. Then she had him on his back, forcing out another of his loads on her chest while she added to the bulge in his gut.

Sweetie swiped and swiped, watching both herself and her boyfriend grow more exhausted with each passing image. Their reciprocation grew less frequent until their bodies hardly moved between shots. Vinyl merely alternated between them with the growing puddles and stains on their coats as the only indications that time was passing.

Finally, Vinyl set them on their backs and lay down between them. With a comatose fan in each arm, she shot the camera a pair of finger guns to finish off the album.

"Hope those are enough souvenirs for you two," came the next text. "I had a blast."

Sweetie's mind wasn't in much of a shape to respond just yet. Luckily years of texting instilled some instinct in her fingers to type "omg".

"Text me if I'm ever performing in your area again. I'll hook you up. And we can hang out again if you're up for it."

The suggestion that they might reenact all those photos in the future caused both of their hearts to skip a beat only to resume pounding shortly after.

"We will! Thank you again!"

Vinyl's thumbs up emote wrapped up the conversation nicely and let Sweetie set her phone down.

Words continued to evade the couple while they processed the now photographic evidence of their tryst with a famous celebrity. Horniness, however, did not. The stallion's hands had already pushed aside Sweetie's clothes and she made no attempt to stop him.

"We already did so much," she breathed, not quite protesting.

"Mhm," Button agreed, nose digging into her mane.

She twisted in his grip to face him. "I'm still sore. And I'm a mess."

He rolled onto her, gently pinning her hands next to her head. "Me too."

"So why are we still like this?" Sweetie sighed, face expressing none of the frustration in her voice.

Button didn't bother shrugging, too busy nipping at her neck. "Maybe she rubbed off on us."

Sweetie squirmed as Button teased her, her fingers curling around his hands.

"Or maybe I'm finally taking the hints you keep dropping," he said in a low growl.

The mare's eyes widened briefly, then narrowed as her magic pulled on his boxers. "Once, okay? I still feel gross."

Button didn't answer and Sweetie wasn't so sure of that assertion herself. In the back of her mind she felt some inkling of embarrassment. As much as Vinyl may have enabled them, in the end it was her and Button that initiated all of this. That started the conversation about what she did or didn't have in her pants. That started making out around her cock without even a word. That scoured the internet for those videos in the first place.

Blood rushed to Sweetie's face, shame accenting her lust quite nicely.

"We're so weird."

...

"Oh and send me some links if you wanna get serious with singing. I can't just hand you anything but I can get you in touch with the right ponies."

Vinyl returned from her shower and frowned at her last message. She wasn't looking for crazy gratitude or anything but that was a strange place to leave her on read.

"Either passed out or they're fuckin' again," she thought aloud. "Probably fuckin'."

Vinyl's mind conjured some images from that absent thought and, before she knew it, the towel around her waist was ripped from her hips and draped over her erection. She looked down and frowned again.

"I should've brought them home with me," she muttered.

Author's Note

Always end your chapters with an erection.