Club Banger

by Buster Knutt Reborn

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, DJ P0N-3, Twilight Sparkle, Anthro, Profanity, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Porn, Octavia, Fetish
Length: 5894

After his night with Octavia, Dusk decides to take the mare up on her offer of meeting a very special friend of hers in Fillydelphia, eager to get to know her just as intimately.

After his night with Octavia, Dusk decides to take the mare up on her offer of meeting a very special friend of hers in Fillydelphia, eager to get to know her just as intimately.

Kinks/triggers: R63, character-driven sex, drug use, alcohol consumption, drunk-and-high fucking, threesomes, bisexuality, backstage banging, dirty talk, copious amounts of copulation, anal, excessive cum.

Cover art done by Snuddy.

Published 2021-04-26 12:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2021-04-26 12:30:01 UTC

Waxing a Record

"Dusk!" Octavia exclaimed happily, throwing her arms around his neck and hugging close to him. "You came!"

"Of course I did," the stallion said with a chuckle, squeezing Octavia's buxom body against his own and gently copping a feel of her ass.

She giggled playfully, gently shoving him back as Dusk's eyes wandered over to the large, stone building. The thumping sounds of music and partying could be heard from outside and the thing seemed to be in full swing.

"It going off already?" Dusk asked, sticking his hands in his pockets.

"Has been for the last few hours," she nodded. "Vinyl opened up for tonight with a few of her singles to get everyone going, and the other DJs took over from there."

"She only opening?" he asked with a cocked eyebrow. "I thought you said she had some kind of... remixing set or something, with you?"

"Yeah, but that's not happening until later tonight," Octavia corrected. "She always opens for this place just to get everyone going and then does her cool shit later on."

"Like what?" came the question.

"I'll let her explain," Octavia shrugged, grabbing Dusk by the hand and leading him inside. "Brace your ears, by the way. It's gonna get loud until we get into the back rooms."

"Wouldn't have come if it wasn't," he chuckled, mentally bracing himself for the bass.

It took them more than a few doors to get into the club proper, Octavia waving at the bouncers and being recognised immediately, getting them waved in without so much as a word. The second the door opened to the main floor of the club, Dusk could've sworn the volume of the music almost pushed him over. Sound and light waves rolled over him, the club beats blasting loud enough to nearly deafen him, and the constant flashing of different colours and frequencies reminded him of why he only went clubbing maybe once a month.

He let Octavia lead and guide the entire way, clearly knowing the club inside and out based on how fast and confidently she navigated in the strobing, flashing darkness. Ducking past crowds, down staircases, and finally past security, the two broke into the underground levels of the club, where the pounding bass was muffled by thick walls and doors.

"Ahhh... there we go," Dusk sighed in relief.

"What's up?" Octavia asked, looking at him quizzically. "Too loud for you?"

"In places. I like clubbing, don't get me wrong, but it's just so much better when I can hear the music all quiet and muffled in the background, but still hear myself think," he explained.

"Yeah, I get you," Octavia nodded agreeably before turning back to navigating. "Right, two more corridors and then the first door on the... right."

With a snap of her fingers, the two were off moving once again, Octavia having released Dusk's hand and allowed him to walk alongside her. The grey and black palettes of the sublevels were a comforting sight to Dusk, mostly because they allowed his retinas to relax after the vigorous assault they received in the club itself.

Eventually they came to a door with a large star on it and the name 'Post Hoe' lettered underneath it. Dusk blinked confusedly at the name, before nearly jumping out of his skin as Octavia violently hammered on the door in a specific six-hit rhythm.

The grey mare noticed the shock on Dusk's entire being and elected to explain:

"That's our secret knock so that she knows it's me."

"Octavia, I think every motherfucker in a three mile radius knows what that knock is now," Dusk chuckled.

The mare winked in response.

Before they could say another word, the door swung open and revealed the mare of the moment: mane of blue, eyes of red, and sweat coating her head to toe, she beamed ear to ear as her eyes fell onto Octavia.

"What's good, money?!" she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around the slightly-taller mare's neck and kissing her passionately.

The gesture was returned, almost lovingly, as the two mares traded tongue lashings for a brief moment before splitting apart with a loud, wet click.

"Fuck, it's been too long since I've seen you, sweets," Vinyl beamed, turning to Dusk with just as friendly a look. "Is this the boy toy you mentioned?"

"Yes, this is Prince Dusk," Octavia sighed, rolling her eyes at her friend's lack of tact.

"Nice, nice, Tavi's told me so much about you!" Vinyl exclaimed, going to hug him before faltering briefly. "Oh, bugger, uh... random question, if I go to like... touch you or anything am I gonna get like teriyaki axed by some shadow guard or some shite?"

"Not that I know of," he shrugged.

"Bonza!" Vinyl smirked, throwing her arms around Dusk and squeezing him close.

It was at this moment, what with it being so close, that he finally took the time to notice Vinyl's body. She was the exact same type of mare as Octavia: slim and slender where it mattered, and thick as fuck everywhere else. Her outfit was also much less reserved than Octavia's, being a crop top with a sports bra struggling to keep her massive tits in check, followed by a pair of daisy dukes ready to burst at the seems, and then topped off by a pair of thick-soled leather boots. The mare broke away, tits bouncing as she did so, before eyeing up with the stallion with somewhat of a hungry expression.

"I've gotta say, mate, you're fit as fuck and all, but I thought you'd be a bit... I dunno... beefier?" Vinyl commented. "Tavi's usually into some proper meaty cunts when it comes to muscle... and you're a bit of a fanny compared to that lot."

"Vinyl!" Octavia shrieked in absolute horror.

"Sorry, sorry!" the giggling white mare exclaimed, holding her hands up in a surrendering gesture. "I'm a bit whacked out on molly at the minute and it's making me a bit of a freer thinker than I'd like to be right now, y'know?"

"Dusk, I am massively, massively sorry about this," Octavia stepped in, glowering daggers at Vinyl before turning back to the stallion with an apologetic look in her eyes. "She's not usually this abrasive and I think she's just had a bit too much-"

"-ohhhh, speaking of massive, Octavia said you're supposed to have a proper fat cock!" Vinyl interrupted, her statement being so inappropriate that Dusk could pinpoint the exact moment it physically killed Octavia. "Can I have a look at it?"

Octavia turned around, eyes alight with fury and hatred, fingers twitching with a desperate need to strangle, and her teeth bared, as she locked eyes with Vinyl. The blue-maned mare continued to smile and bob as her friend looked ready to kill her, only for Dusk to step in and alleviate the tension.

"On one condition," he offered.

"Yeah?" Vinyl smirked. "And what's that, then?"

"I get to feel your tits," came the lecherous response.

Vinyl's eyes narrowed in and a playful grin spread onto her plump lips, Octavia breathing a visible sigh of relief as Dusk took the rude statements and astonishing disrespect in good form.

"Oh, I like this one already," Vinyl grinned, slapping Octavia across the ass with a loud laugh. "You sure know how to pick em, Tavi. Come on then, let's get somewhere a bit more private!"

With that, Vinyl dragged both Dusk and Octavia into her room, slamming the door shut with a powerful kick and turning around on Dusk. She wasted not a second more heaving her top off her body and casting it aside, exposing snow-white, bear, heaving tits to the stallion with her arms cocked behind her head.

"C'mon then, chief," she winked, swaying her rack seductively. "Get feeling."

Dusk did as he was told, slowly walking behind Vinyl and cupping her breasts in his hands. They were much too large to be held properly with just a single hand, flesh squeezing out between Dusk's fingers as he tightened his grip on her heaving bust.

"Gotta say, nobody's ever gone behind me for this," Vinyl commented, leaning back against Dusk's toned body and allowing him to support her waist. "Gotta say, though... I think I like it."

Octavia, seemingly having recovered from her panic attack, took a seat on the small camping bed that Vinyl had set up in her little quarters. She watch the two of her friends interact, both swaying with one another as Dusk continued to fondle the drugged-up beauty's alabaster mounds. He toyed with her nipples, gently squeezing and tugging on her erect teats, stealing gasps and giggles from Vinyl as she really relaxed into his experienced touch.

"Y'know... I'm having a proper nice time here, but, like..." Vinyl began, gently removing Dusk's hands from her breasts and stepping away. "I think it's time for your part of the bargain, yeah?"

Dusk nodded and obliged without hesitation, undoing his jeans and dropping them and his underwear down to the middle of his shins. Vinyl's eyes lit up like a Hearth's Warming tree as they laid themselves upon his fat, knee-length prick swinging gently between his legs.

"Fucking hell!" she exclaimed, that ear-to-ear grin spreading onto her maw once more, turning around to Octavia ecstatically. "How are you not fucking dead?!"

"Natural talent," shrugged the sophisticated mare, arrogantly checking her fingernails and grinning smugly.

"Mate, you've gotta let me touch it!" Vinyl begged, clapping her hands together in a pleading gesture. "I'll let you play with my tits more if you say yes!"

"I dunno," Dusk said with a sigh and a shrug. "My cock's a pretty valuable object I don't hand out to just anyone. If you want it that badly, you've gotta earn it."

"Hmm, alright then, you cheeky little bastard," Vinyl giggled, crossing her arms over her bare chest and nodding. "If you let me touch it, I'll show you my cunt. How's that sound for a trade?"

"Well..." Dusk nodded, feigning thinking about it for a long moment before eventually 'conceding'. "I guess that's a fair deal."

"Fucking brilliant," Vinyl grinned, practically knee-sliding over to Dusk's hanging prick and burying her face in it.

Dusk's hand ran through Vinyl's mane, gripping tightly and grinding his cock against her face as she continued to smirk and giggle. She gently kissed his medial ring, that kiss soon growing into a slow, eager lick from his ring to the base of his shaft. The attention started getting the stallion nice and worked up, his cock growing and hardening from the attention and really making it's presence known.

"Mate, it gets fucking bigger?!" Vinyl yelped in excitement, physically trembling with anticipation now. "No, no, you gotta let me suck it, mate, come on!"

"That wasn't part of the deal, Vinyl," Dusk again sighed in his faux-reluctant voice. "You're gonna have to make another offer before that's gonna happen."

"Alright then, ducky, how about this-" she began. "You let me suck the fat bastard for a bit... and I'll let you fuck me properly, yeah?"

"Do I have to pull out?" Dusk smirked.

"I was planning on asking you not to anyway, to be brutally honest," Vinyl cackled.

"We've got a deal, then," Dusk nodded, pulling Vinyl's head back and spearing her maw on his cock.

Octavia took this moment to get up out of her sitting position, walking over to the two of them and coming to a rest at Dusk's shoulder. She wrapped an arm around his waist, leaning her weight onto him as she watched her friend eagerly begin to slurp down his cock.

"Go easy on her, if that's alright," Octavia requested in a calm tone. "She's still got a set to do later tonight, and we don't need you doing to her what you did to me. Vinyl'll never forgive herself if she disappoints the audience."

The DJ nodded as best as she could with fifteen inches of cock in her throat, her professionalism shining through her desire to have fun. She placed her hands on Dusk's toned thighs, bobbing her head into a proper rhythm and making excellent use of her wet and experienced gob. Dusk groaned loudly, somewhat leaning against Octavia as the mare began to affectionately stroke Vinyl's mane.

"She's such a good girl, isn't she?" Octavia cooed at Dusk. "So eager to have fun... fuck, I love that about her."

"You know you're gonna be joining in after this set, right?" Dusk asked, snaking a hand around to Octavia's ass and squeezing it affectionately. "I'm here for both of you."

"I'd expect nothing less," the mare nodded. "After all, it'll take two of us to properly handle this big fucker..."

She wrapped a hand around the base of Dusk's throbbing prick, then grabbing Vinyl's mane and tugging her maw deeper onto Dusk's prick. The two worked in tandem, neither having to vocalize nor ask permission for their actions, showing this was a regular and consensual thing between the two of them. Dusk simply relaxed and enjoyed getting his dick blown for the first time in a few weeks, gently bucking his hips forward into Vinyl's mouth to get his mojo going even more.

A long, slow exhale of relief hissed from between Dusk's teeth as he enjoyed his time with his new, very talented friend. The white mare continued to show years of experience combined with natural talent on his cock, eagerly and willingly sucking him off to a glorious climax. His hips hit home against her plump lips a handful more times before blowing his load in her throat.

Vinyl moaned in satisfaction and his cum was pumped down her throat, eagerly gulping down every drop before popping her maw off his length with a loud, sated sigh. The mare stumbled back, dropping hard onto her big ass and wiping her mouth. Her grin soon returned to her face as she sat there panting eagerly, nodding in approval before clambering back up to her feet.

"Ah, hell yeah, now that's what I like to see!" she beamed, punching her palm with a glint in her gorgeous red eyes as Octavia smiled back at them.

"See? I told you he was everything I cracked him up to be," came the smug statement.

"Nah, nah, not yet, yeah?" Vinyl countered with a shake of her head. "I still haven't rode his dick yet, so you haven't got that in the bag just yet."

"Mhm, but you will soon enough," Octavia chuckled. "And then you'll see it all for yourself."

"Right, yeah," Vinyl nodded, looking back at Dusk and gently patting him on the cheek. "I'd let you smash now, yeah, but I've still got a set to do, and I'm gonna need to be on my feet for that, y'know? Same with her."

"So, what is the set you're doing again?" Dusk asked, wiping his cock clean and pulling his pants back up. "Octavia mentioned it back in Manehattan, but I've kinda forgotten it."

"Right, so basically," the blue-maned mare began. "I like to challenge myself when it comes to doing sets and tracks and shit, yeah, so what I try to do is make new shit on the fly."

"Right," the stallion nodded.

"Because any nonce with an MP3 player can show up to a set and play shit from their library, but that's not my shit, y'know?" Vinyl continued. "So what I started doing like... ten years back was getting other artists to come up on stage with me and I'd have them play a bunch of shit from their albums. Like I'd get them to do warm ups, or play riffs, or sing, or any of that kinda shit-"

"-okay-" Dusk affirmed.

"-and then I'd be recording that shit into a mic and hooking it up to my deck, and then what I'd do is take all of the sounds I got from them, chop em up, key-set them, and start fucking around with them on the fly to get something new going, yeah?" she babbled along, clearly getting lost in her explanation. "So I could take like a really low note on a guitar, cut it out, drop it another few notes, amp it a bit, then paste it a fuckload to make a backing beat. Then do some similar shit with the vocals, other notes, and whatever others sounds I got off them."

"Sounds... difficult," Dusk hummed.

"It is, hard as fuck, y'know? But that's the whole point. I can't be an artist in my eyes if all I do is studio work where I've got fifty different sound techs and engineers working with me to make sure everything sounds good before anyone else even hears it, y'know? The real test of skill comes from live-mixing, trying to come up with some new shit every set to get the crowd bumping, yeah?"

"So Octavia's gonna be your sound donator tonight?" Dusk questioned, looking at the grey mare who had since gone to leaning against the wall and listening to the conversation.

"Yeah, grey-tits over there is gonna be my muse good and proper," Vinyl beamed happily, Octavia blowing a kiss at her best friend. "She's a regular here, yeah, and everyone knows her, so they're probably not gonna shit themselves when she busts out the cello for sound sampling. We've done this a fuckload and have even shat out a couple of EPs from shit we've banged out here, so people will be cool with it. Probably."

"EPs I still haven't seen a cent from, by the way," Octavia faux-glared.

"Neither have I, you spoilt little cumrag," Vinyl sneered back playfully. "We don't charge for the EPs because it don't feel right to me. I'd be pissed as fuck if I got charged for like five tracks cooked up in forty minutes on a club stage, yeah? So I don't charge them lot for it."

Vinyl then turned back to looking at Dusk with a that ever-present, confident smirk on her beautiful maw.

"So there you go, yeah? Got the basic gist of what's gonna be going down tonight," Vinyl went on. "Then after we're all done from the show, we can cut back here, get fucked up on whatever we feel like, and shag for a few hours. Are you gonna be watching the set or nah?"

"Yeah, I might tag along," Dusk nodded amicably. "I've never seen a live remix set before."

"Great, because we've got a press booth up above the club floor we can stick you in to see it from without having to get like... molested on the dance floor or some shit," Vinyl giggled. "Girly little lad with a fat cock like you'll be a prime grope for some of the big cunts down there."

"What an enticing thought," Dusk chuckled.

"Nah, mate, I'm just fucking with you," Vinyl smirked, clapping him on the shoulder again. "We've got a pretty strict no-raping policy here, but the press booth is basically the VIP booth when those wankers aren't about. It's nice and quite and you've got no chance of getting AIDS or some shit if you fall over while dancing. Sound good?"

"Yeah, sounds fantastic," Dusk nodded, looking back and forth between Octavia before looking down at the watch on his wrist. "When are you guys gonna start?"

"In about-" Vinyl began, only to be interrupted by a loud knock at the door and it opening immediately.

"Right, girls, we're due on in about fifteen minutes, so wrap up whatever it is you're doing here-" came the call from a grey and red pegasus that appeared to be one of the stage hands.

"About now, actually," she continued, giving the thumbs up to the pegasus before gesturing for her and Vinyl to get going. "Here, take this-"

Vinyl threw a black, aluminium wallet at Dusk which he caught with a swipe. Looking at it quizzically seemed to be enough, so Vinyl elected to explain.

"There's a card in there that'll get you up to the VIP booth. Black one, golden lettering, club's name on the back of it. Flash it to one of the security guys near here and they'll take you there," came the explanation. "Just sit tight, order drinks, and watch the show until we're ready to start the after party."

"Yeah, mate, that shit rocked!" Vinyl exclaimed, arms wrapped around the shoulders of Dusk and Vinyl as they slammed the door to her little den shut behind them after the show. "I told you that was gonna smash, didn't I?"

"That you did, my friend," Octavia chuckled, slapping Vinyl across the ass as the DJ munched down on what appeared to be another ecstasy tab.

She then ambled over to the fridge in her room, tearing it open and yanking out a beer of some brand Dusk didn't recognize. She cracked it open off the side of the fridge and downed a good mouthful, wiping the sweat off her brow before gesturing to the others.

"You up for one?" she offered.

"Nah, the brand you keep in here is shite," Octavia politely declined. "How about you, Dusk?"

"Yeah, sure, why not?" he shrugged. "I'll take one, thanks."

The DJ tossed another bottle across the room over to Dusk, and with a brief swipe and a quick blast of magic, he'd opened the top and taken a swig. The liquid crawled down his throat and her grimaced in a disgusted fashion, peeling his lips away from the bottle and glaring at it in disgust.

"Oh, that tastes like backed-up tapwater," he glared.

"Yeah, it's proper shit, innit?" Vinyl laughed loudly, downing the last of her drink before chucking the bottle in the bin next to the fridge. "Just something to get the pipes wet, y'know? And speaking of wet pipes..."

With that, the white-coated mare quickly and skilfully removed her clothing, bearing all to the svelte stallion in front of her with a wink and a jiggle of her breasts.

"Come on then, dickhead, I promised you a shag," she winked, lifting her leg up to rest it on the fridge and gently rubbing her cunt to entice the stallion.

Dusk set his drink side, completely eager to never touch it again, before heading over to Vinyl. He greeted her with a kiss and a fondle, sliding his hands back over her enormous, sweat-soaked tits before locking lips with her once more. She moaned desperately into his touch, grinding her pussy against the cloth folds of his pants, clearly wanting access to the treasure inside.

Dusk obliged within a handful of seconds, unwrapping her present and slapping his flaccid cock down against her stomach. She giggled playfully as she felt his length grow even harder against her stomach, thickening and strengthening, getting ready to pound her into a crater in the wall.

"Oi, Tavi, c'mere," Vinyl beckoned in between kisses. "I want you to watch"

"If you insist," Octavia sighed with feigned disinterest, waltzing over to Vinyl and snuggling up against her body.

The two locked lips with one another as Dusk angled himself to slide inside Vinyl, the grey-coated mare taking over duties of fondling Vinyl's tits as Dusk put his hands on her hips. The two of the moaned in unison as Dusk slid deep into her nethers, her sopping wet cunt eagerly and willingly taking every inch of his throbbing prick until it rested nice and snug in her womb.

"Oh-hoh... fuck..." Vinyl groaned, throwing her head back and moaning loudly.

"See? I told you it was a trip... and the big guy's not even started moving properly yet," Octavia giggled, sliding her hand down to Vinyl's stomach to feel the bulge caused by Dusk's enormous size. "Probably gonna need a stretcher to get you outta here after that, grandma."

"Oh, fucking eat me, you're like two years older than I am," Vinyl snapped back in response.

"And your legs are gonna feel ten years older by the time he's done with you," Octavia sniggered, eyes turning up to Dusk and winking playfully. "Let her have it, big boy."

And with that, Dusk kicked into high gear. The initial wave of pleasure that hit Vinyl's core took her legs out from under her for a moment, relying on Dusk and Octavia's support to prevent herself from collapsing to the ground. Heavy pants and loud curses fell from Vinyl's maw as Dusk's hips hit home again and again, thundering that cock in and out of Vinyl's tight, spasming cove as the mare next to her watched over her friend's rapturous experience with a giggle.

The two mares kissed once more, tongues wrestling for dominance as Octavia continued to grope and massage her friend's enormous breasts. Dusk leaned forward and made his way into the kiss, parting the lip lock and instead turning it into a sprawling mass of tongues and heavy breathing. Shared tastes and lust bubbled and overflowed between the three of them. Dusk soon snatched Vinyl off her feet entirely, hefting her up and holding her against his torso as he continued to rearrange her insides.

"Hey!" Octavia snapped unhappily. "She was my fuck toy first!"

"And she's my fuck toy for now," Dusk responded calmly. "You'll get her back when I'm done with her."

And Dusk made sure that Octavia would know when he was done with her, slamming his hips harder and harder into her deepest reaches, truly shaking her to the core. The DJ was soon a panting, shaking, cumming mess on Dusk's massive cock, fucking her to powerful orgasms within a handful of minutes. Octavia sat about bored as could be, arms folded over her enormous chest and staring off into the distance until she was allowed her sex toy back.

It seemed, however, that Dusk had different plans in mind for her, as she would soon see. The stallion hit a powerful orgasm of his own, pumping Vinyl's eager cove with hot, thick cum that threatened to overflow her innards. With that, he set the mare down on her feet, at which point she summarily dropped to her knees and remained there, panting with exhaustion.

"Oh... oh my fucking life, I'm dead," Vinyl wheezed, swaying slightly as she sat and threatening to collapse properly.

"See?" Octavia cooed smugly. "I told you it'd be a hell of a ride."

"Eeyup," Dusk nodded with a smirk. "And now it's your turn again."

"Alright, but gimme a few ticks to warm up and get ready for-" Octavia began, only for Dusk to grab her by the wrist and throw her over Vinyl's little camping bed. "H-Hey!"

He tore down her leggings, laying bare to her fat, jiggling ass and her sopping wet cunt, her thighs already slick with the wetness of excitement.

"Alright, dubcon time!" Vinyl exclaimed excitedly, clambering back to her feet and staggering over to the bed, sitting down just in time to catch Octavia;'s expression as Dusk rammed his cock inside her.

The classical beauty moaned, almost brayed, like a wild animal as the stallion hit home inside her, Vinyl leaning back and playing with her cum-soaked snatch as she watched the show. She giddily enjoyed her friend getting her womb vigorously smashed by their boy-toy's massive prick, Octavia dropping limp onto the bed, giggling and moaning to herself as her brain seemingly checked out for the rest of the evening.

With an impressed whistle, Vinyl continued to ride her own masturbation high as the stallion began to sweat, slapping Octavia's broad read with a mighty swing before digging his fingers in once again. She cried out in strained bliss, eyes hazed overly entirely with cock-lust, as the well-endowed stallion continued his ravaging. The bed frame knocked loudly against the wall, ringing out through the entire room loud enough to drown out Octavia's lust-addled moans.

"Just as a quick thing, champ," Vinyl spoke up, poking Dusk in the shoulder to get his attention. "That thing's going up her arse next, yeah?"

"Yeah," he grunted.

"Heh heh..." Vinyl cackled evilly. "Yeah..."

Octavia attempted to mumble something out in response, but with her face currently buried into the bedsheets and her not having the strength to lift her maw, whatever was said was lost to the winds of time. What wasn't lost, however, was the seismic impact of Dusk's hips against Octavia's red-and-stinging asscheeks as he slammed home a handful more times and then blew his load deep inside the sweating mare.

Octavia came immediately at the sensation, basically yodelling into the mattress in orgasmic bliss as her entire body locked down at the sensation. The stallion pulled out, spurting the last amount of his load onto Octavia's back before coming to a stop for a moment, resting his loins on her back and trying to recover slightly.

"Alright then, sex beast... you know where that big fucker goes next, right?" Vinyl giggled eagerly, eyeing up Octavia's puckered asshole with devilish intent.

"Indeed I do," Dusk nodded, channelling his magic and snapping his fingers with sinister intent.

Vinyl disappeared from her sitting position on the bed before reappearing half a second later lying on top of Octavia. The surprise on her face was immediate, but as a magical harness bolted both her and Octavia together, that surprise turned to horror, and then that horror melted away into gruelling, accepting defeat.

"I really should've seen this one coming, shouldn't I?" Vinyl asked with a heavy sigh.

"Probably," Dusk nodded, gently rubbing the tip of his cock against Vinyl's twitching asshole.

"Ah, whatever," she shrugged, her peppy nature returning immediately. "Let's get broken, eh, Tavi?"

"Mhfmfhh."

"Yeah, me too."

With that, Dusk slowly pushed himself into Viny's back entrance, her tight ring clamping down around his fat cock as it made it's way inside.

"O-Of course you take it slow n-now!" Vinyl choked out, the size of his length clearly pushing her asshole to a limit it hadn't reached in the longest time. "Sweet f-fucking sunshine, mate..."

"That's what you get, whore," Octavia spat after tilting her head sideways to free it from the confines of the sheets. "How does it feel to be outfoxed for once?"

"F-Filling... and really warm," Vinyl groaned, throwing her head back and moaning to the ceiling. "Holy fuck, it feels even b-bigger in that hole."

"Thank you for saving me from a fate of anal destruction, Dusk," Octavia smiled. "I appreciate your heroism."

"You're getting it next, sweetie," he cackled.

"Of course I am, how foolish of me to think otherwise," she groaned, already feeling sore back there as it was. "Alright, just gimme five to mentally prepare myself."

"Honestly, with how good her ass feels, you've probably got like two, nevermind five," Dusk grunted, leaning over Vinyl's sweat soaked form as he hammered her asshole.

"Outstanding," she glowered, waiting for her turn to have her ability to walk for the next three hours removed again.

Dusk laughed quietly to himself and Vinyl assumed the role of braying fuck meat, as she too descended into dick-induced madness as pleasure and perversion washed over every inch of her. She flexed and clamped down on Dusk's prick, really giving him a show as he worked her insides just as hard as he always did.

A vigorous, near-deafening slap across Vinyl's ass combined with the constant banging of the bed against the wall ensured all three of them were no doubt walking away from all of this with hearing loss. Dusk gently nibbled on Vinyl's neck as he hit home the last few times, blowing his load inside her and filling up her cove.

With that, he undid Vinyl's harness and the well-fucked mare dropped like a rock onto the bed, landing in a mangled pile of limbs and semen. Now all that remind was Octavia's ring-splitting fate.

"You promise to go easy on me?" she asked in a heavy tone.

"Not in the slightest," Dusk responded, spreading her asscheeks and giving her ring a gentle kiss as an apology for things to come.

"Can't say I'm surprised," she shrugged as best she could. "Let's get it done, then."

With that, Dusk set to work on his big-bootied-beauty. Unlike Vinyl however, Octavia didn't get the slow treatment. Dusk hit home inside her immediately, stretching that asshole out to it's most beautiful limit as Octavia barked out in shock, surprise, and pleasure. Vinyl quietly crawled over to her friend, lying directly in front of her face with a wide grin on her maw.

"Are you having a good time?" Vinyl asked playfully.

"A-aaaahhh..." Octavia moaned out, cheeks flushed full red as Dusk really went to work on her tight, gorgeous ass.

"I'll take that as a yes, then," Vinyl nodded, looking around the room. "We should invite him to another show at some point, I think... I can't feel my asshole anymore, but it felt really fucking nice at the time, yeah? You up for doing this again? Especially the bondage shit?"

"N-Naahhh-n-no... nev-ver a-again..." Octavia mumbled, tongue lolling out of her mouth as her eyes rolled back in pleasure, her entire body trembling from ear-tip to toe-point as an orgasm rocked through her body.

"Fuck, I forgot you could cum from getting it in the arse as well," Vinyl smirked, affectionately lapping at Octavia's paralyzed tongue. "You're such a fucking slag..."

Dusk came again, for the final time it seemed, as he filled Octavia up. The classically-trained mare had no response to the filling other than orgasmic moaning and panting, covered head to toe in sweat and semen, dripping from all of her holes, and barely able to stay conscious at this point.

"Y-You went easy on Vinyl..." Octavia moped as Vinyl snuggled against her.

"You feel better than Vinyl does," Dusk shrugged, sitting down on the bed and freeing Octavia of her magical bindings.

"Hey!" the DJ snapped.

"Ha..." the cellist moaned. "I win again. three-two to me."

"That's bollocks, that is!" Vinyl yelped. "I didn't know we were competing so I went easy on the fucker!"

"Neither was I... I'm just better naturally," Octavia cackled, looking ready to lose consciousness as she rolled over and smiled at her best of friends.

"Nah, mate, not fair at all!" she whined, looking at Dusk with a pleading expression. "Get your cock hard again and we'll go properly, yeah? I already made a bet with Redger at the door I'd win this one!"

"Vinyl, I'm fucking exhausted," Dusk panted, completely unable to go again.

"Then I'll go and grab like a ten bag of coke off one of the other set girls, give you a nice boost, yeah?" Vinyl whimpered, shaking Dusk as she spoke. "C'mon, mate, I'm not letting her win this one. I tell you what, if we go again, I promise that I'll let you-"

The stallion basically tuned out her pleading at this point, merely lying down on top of Octavia and snuggling in to her buxom body, all the while Vinyl continued to screech and yelp about her loss.

"Oh, you guys are cunts!" she snarled viciously, crossing her hands over her tits and turning her nose up at them.

One...

Two...

Thr-"

"Move over, alright, I wanna get in on this," Vinyl sighed, cuddling in with the other two.

And there it was.