A Sensual Serenade

“I am not wearing that out tonight,” High Gear grumbled, petulantly folding her arms over her ample chest.

Despite her lover’s recalcitrance, Aria’s smug grin broadened. “You said you’d wear whatever I wanted, and I want you to wear this.”

“Anything but that,” Gear countered.

“Why not?” the siren inquired, lifting the chinese dress. “It looks so good on you!”

“You’re only saying that because you bought it for me - that and it’s impossible to hide a boner with the thing on,” Gear murmured.

She should have known the impish songstress had something crafty up her sleeve, but she’d already made a promise. Though they went out relatively frequently, when neither was worn out from work, chores, or fucking like a pair of sex-crazed rhinos, it was pretty rare for them to attend anything even remotely formal. Regardless of Aria’s status as a pop icon, the siren was just as happy to relax with some pizza and beer as she was - that said, there wasn’t anything wrong with shaking things up.

“Gear,” Aria whispered, locking eyes with the towering mechanic, “I swear to God, if you don’t put this dress on, I’ll…”

As she trailed off, she averted her gaze and reluctantly turned away. Her lover may have been one of the biggest, strongest, most well-hung earth ponies she’d ever met, but she had ways of getting what she wanted. With her eyes on the floor, her shoulders drooping and going slack, she forlornly sniffed.

While it may have been a bit underhanded, plucking at her mate’s heartstrings was the most effective method to get her way - well, aside from putting out, but that hardly counted. The way she saw it, she shouldn’t have had to resort to playing the pity card - not because it didn’t work, but because Gear had promised to wear whatever she wanted for the evening. Shuffling away from her lover, she prolonged her act like a well-trained thespian.

“Really?” Gear groaned, pinching the bridge of her snout. “You really think that I’m gonna buy that half-assed baloney?”

Dejectedly looking back and over her shoulder, the siren rubbed at one eye. “I…I just wanted to take us somewhere nice…”

Gear knew it was an act - fuck, it had to be an act, yet that didn’t prevent a pang of regret from striking her. The not-so-little musician wasn’t quite as tall or heavily built as her, but be damned if the girl wasn’t a manipulative little shit - a charming, beautiful, and provocative little shit, but a little shit nonetheless. Rolling her eyes, she stomped over, snatched the dress from her lover’s hand, and metaphorically threw in the towel.

“Fine,” she huffed, continuing on towards the bathroom, “but you owe me for this…”

As if stricken, Aria reared back and held a hand to her chest. “So I owe you for buying us tickets to an exclusive opera show?”

“First of all, I’d bet my bottom bit that you didn’t buy a damn thing; if I had to guess, your band probably got promotional tickets. Secondly, since when have you ever given a shit about opera?” Gear groused, wheeling around and leveling a finger at the girl.

The siren turned her nose up, her feigned melancholy replaced by righteous indignation in an instant. “Well excuse me for wanting to bring my fiancé to a more cultured event.”

“I’ll culture that fat ass of yours, if you don’t admit you only want me to wear this so you can eye my bulge all night,” the mechanic rumbled.

“Big talk, coming from the woman who was eating this fat ass for breakfast,” the songstress spat, flashing her teeth at the woman.

Glaring at one another, the tension between them steadily rising, the siren’s composure broke first. A faint smile and a barely-kept snicker prompted an amused snort from her mate, before they both broke into laughter. Though they were both physical powerhouses sporting substantial stallionhoods, they loved one another more than anything - sure, they may bicker or occasionally fuck hard enough to break furniture, a fact that had caused their home owner’s insurance to skyrocket, but actually fighting was something they’d never had to worry about.

Gear backed into the restroom, ominously pointing at her mate all the while, as a smile crept across her snout. “You’re still going to owe me for this, but wearing something nice might help your case,” she stated, closing the door before her lover could reply.

“Love you too!” Aria shot back, practically skipping to the closet.

Unlike her fiancé, who’s wardrobe almost entirely consisted of t-shirts, jeans, and various bits of simple attire, she had an entire arsenal of fancy getups and designer attire. Flicking the light, scanning the nearly racked outfits, she immediately spotted what she was looking for; if Gear wanted her to wear something nice, she’d gleefully oblige. As she pulled the door closed behind herself, pulling her top up and off her frame, she fought back an insidious smile.

As she stepped into a pair of reinforced panties, her thoughts ran wild. There were a thousand different things she could potentially do to torment Gear, but one idea rose above the rest - to tease the woman to the breaking point. Regardless of whether they were in the comfort and privacy of their own home or out in public, getting her lover worked up was always super easy, barely an inconvenience, yet doing so at such an auspicious event would require something special. Having tucked her sizable package into her thong, making the imprint of her junk as inconspicuous as possible, she peered downward.

It was adorable that Gear loved her feet so much, even if she didn’t understand it, and she’d recently acquired a new, secret weapon for the odd predilection. Reaching up to the top shelf in her closet, behind a pair of boots she kept, her fingers graced a small plastic box. Oh yeah - she was absolutely, one hundred percent sure that her fiancé would be cumming like a fire hydrant by the end of the night…

If Gear had known just how her afternoon was going to kick off, she may well have stayed home and possibly fucked Aria into a blissful coma. The ride to the theater went smoothly, dealing with the photographers and the aristocrats at the entrance was a chore, and constantly straightening her dress was a serious pain in the ass, yet those were all relatively small complaints compared to what her lover had done. Not only was Aria’s outfit, a crimson evening dress with silver trim, downright stunning, but the siren decided to wear a pair of open-toed shoes to show off a trio of gold toe rings.

There was no way in hell that her mate had donned the attire as an accident. Throughout the first two hours of their outing, she’d found herself sneaking glances to the songstress’ cute feet. Had they been anywhere but some auspicious event, like one of their favored dive bars or at the mall, she would have bent the girl over in no time flat - unfortunately, that wasn’t an option. Trying and failing not to get worked up, tactically concealing the bulge at her groin concealed behind anything and everything she possibly could, it felt like a small eternity before they reached the relative privacy of their box seats.

“See,” Aria hummed, waving at the secluded and very exclusive area, “aren’t you happy I have connections?”

She knew she’d been a cheeky cunt, having noticed her lover struggling to hide her arousal, but she just couldn’t help it. The whole point of her little scheme was to spice things up by bringing them somewhere they couldn’t play grabass. There was nothing wrong with going to one of their regular haunts, or even sitting at home while having pizza and beer, but bringing the simple mechanic somewhere fancy involved two elements they typically went without: class and a bit of denial.

Trotting forward and plopping into one of the two large, lavish seats, she kicked off her shoes, extended her legs, and rested her bare feet on the banister. “Oh man - this view is perfect.”

Dragging her eyes off the siren’s jeweled toes, Gear stepped across the balcony. They were in a damn good spot to enjoy the show, their box far above the other seating areas, but that didn’t do a thing to address the stallionhood struggling against her panties. Easing herself into her seat, ignoring the smug siren beside herself, she pulled her dress open, reached to her crotch, and nonchalantly pulled her semi-rigid dick out.

“What the hell are you doing?” Aria balked, staring over at the log of darkly colored flesh. “You can’t just whip your cock out here!”

Still holding the root of her length, Gear playfully flopped her stallionhood up and down. “Huh - looks like I actually can whip my cock out…”

Aria’s eyes wandered between the bobbing stallionhood and her fiancé’s smug grin, unsure of exactly where to look. She’d fully expected things to take a scandalous turn at some point or another, even if they had to sneak off to a bathroom for a quickie, yet they’d only been on the secluded balcony for a few minutes before she found herself ogling the mechanic’s equipment. Scrunching her snout, she strummed her fingers along the arm of her chair.

“Hey,” the massive woman hummed, drawing her mate’s attention to her face, “don’t be such a grump. I might be a simple dickmare, but I’m not that simple - I mean, come on, how could I not get excited seeing you dolled up.”

Looking away, refusing to concede to her lover’s warmer side, Aria snorted. “You’re just saying that -”

Her rebuke was cut off, as the mechanic reached over and gently laced fingers with her. The simple show of affection caught her completely off guard, causing her heart to skip a beat and her thoughts to instantly derail. Feeling her cheeks darken, her mouth suddenly dry, she swallowed hard and looked into the muscular amazoness’ eyes.

“I really don’t know what I’m going to do on our wedding day,” Gear sighed, a heartfelt smile playing across her muzzle.

Aria may have been a pain in the ass sometimes, both literally and figuratively, but she wouldn’t trade the siren for the world. The girl had a sharp wit, an absolutely stunning body, a fat cock, and was remarkably kindhearted. The two were made for each other, as far as she was concerned, though she did have moments where she worried about being inadequate.

“What’s wrong?” Aria asked, seeing her lover’s smile wane.

“It’s…it’s nothing, don’t worry about it,” the mechanic whispered, squeezing her hand.

Withdrawing her arm, she reached down, grabbed the bottom of her chair, and turned the piece of furniture to face her mate. “I will worry about it until you tell me…”

She’d been around Gear long enough to pick up on subtle cues, regardless of how small or fleeting, and she could immediately tell that something was amiss. Besides the wavering expression, there was a slight tenseness in the woman’s shoulders. Fuck if she knew what was wrong, but she was sure as hell going to find out.

“It’s just…it’s just that sometimes I feel like you’re too good for me. You’ve got talent, you could easily retire and live a comfortable life, you’re popular, and you’ve got enough connections to pull off something like this,” Gear sighed, waving over the banister. “I’ve just got my shop and a house that’s barely big enough for the two of us - that and the mortgage I’ll be paying on for another twenty years…”

“Gear,” Aria breathed, “shut the hell up. I don’t give a single shit about how much money you make or what you do for a living - sure, I don’t understand what a Steldbrock -”

“You mean an Edelbrock?” the mechanic interjected.

“Yeah those,” the siren chirped, snapping her fingers. “Anyways, like I was saying, I don’t care about most things around you,” she continued, rising from her chair, “I only care about you. You’re absolutely perfect the way you are, so don’t make me beat or fuck this silly little concern out of that beautiful head of yours ~ alright?”

Staring up at the siren, the drumbeat of her heart thundering in her ears, Aria slowly nodded. The girl’s response was quite possibly the best compliment she’d ever heard, flat-out beating her self-doubt into submission in the blink of an eye, yet there’d been an unforeseen consequence. Seeing the siren’s head dip, looking at something lower than her face, she looked down and noticed her exquisitely turgid dick.

“See, I think that big dick of yours agrees with me - speaking of…” her amused chuckle trailed off into a sinful pur, as she extended a leg and caressed the towering member with her big toe. “Maybe I should take care of that - you know, before the show starts.”

Gear glanced to the open doorway behind them, realizing it would be impossible for them to fool around without some risk of being caught - then again, it wouldn’t be the first time they’d done something so brazen. Planting her feet on the floor, she leaned forward, lifted her chair, and turned to fully face the siren. If the not-so-little minx wanted to play around, far be it for her to oppose.

Raising one leg and resting her knee on the arm of her chair, she pulled her dress up and away from her groin. “And if someone walks by?”

Aria shrugged and continued softly stroking the massive cock with one foot. “I’ll figure something out…”

She extended her other leg and sandwiched the woman’s tool between the soles of her feet, as she smirked over at her lover. Fuck it, if someone happened to see them and was ballsy enough to say something, she’d more than likely be able to talk her way out of it - if not, there weren’t many problems a small bribe couldn’t fix. Making herself comfortable, watching her mate’s eyelids flutter, she sensually stroked her fiancé off.

With a thrilled shiver rocketing up her spine, Gear gnawed her bottom lip. The footjob felt fantastic, even without any lube or lotion to help, but that was only one facet of the appeal. Seeing the rings on the siren’s toes, two of which she’d purchased herself, gave the sensual experience an added romantic flair. Fighting the urge to buck her hips, she made the mistake of peeking over at her lover.

“Whoops,” the songstress giggled, tugging at her top and exposing one bosom.

The sight of the girl’s bare breast sent blood surging to her stallionhood, making it twitch with excitement. With one foot delicately massaging the root of her length, and the other gingerly rubbing her sensitive glans, she tightened the grip on the arms of her chair. She should have figured they’d end up doing something scandalous before or during the show, yet she’d failed to anticipate how severely her podophilia would seize hold of her.

Like a carnal masseuse, Aria meticulously worked her lover’s shaft. “You know, considering this is kind of your thing, I wouldn’t mind if you got me a wedding ring for my other pinkie toe,” she mused, bringing one foot closer to the woman’s face.

The mere mention of their impending wedding stoked the flames of Gear’s passion, all but forcing her to act. Leaning in, gently grabbing the girl’s ankle, she quietly kissed and licked the siren’s toes. She couldn’t care less that they’d spent the better part of three hours either driving, walking, or idling in the lobby, causing a bit of sweat on the songstress’ feet - after all, they’d done much, much wilder shit before.

She knew Aria wasn’t really into the whole foot fetish thing, yet that never stopped her mate from indulging the kink. As silly as it may have sounded, the constant obliging and teasing, showing off her toes or allowing her to worship her tootsies, never failed to get her motor running. Slowly but steadily approaching a climax, her face was suddenly shoved away.

“Ah ah ah -” Aria tutted, waggling one foot, “you just get to watch for now, no touching.”

The flash of frustration on Gear’s face was priceless, spurring her onward with renewed vigor. It had taken her a while to figure out ways to properly indulge the mechanic’s podiatric predilections, but she felt it was fair to say she’d gotten damn good at it. With the added slickness of the woman’s saliva, she played with her mate’s massive marecock with renewed vigor.

Watching her lover struggle, writhing in place and fitfully humping at nothing, was as adorable as it was exciting. Sure enough, in nearly no time at all, sensed a familiar ache deep within her loins. While she may not have had a pussy, her hyper-sensitive and very eager p-spot angrily reminded her that merely toying with such a magnificent specimen of stallionhood was wasteful. Unfortunately for her, her amusement came to a swift end.

The lights dimmed, the dull hum of the audience dwindled, and the curtains on the stage slowly opened. As the first dulcet tones of a performer began, reverberating through the cavernous chamber, she was reminded that they were far from any sort of privacy. Withdrawing her legs and placing her feet on the floor, and stood. If they were going to risk getting thrown out, or possibly chastised by theater staff, there was something they could both enjoy doing.

As she walked over to the guard rail, with the short wall beneath only coming up to her waist, she hitched her leaned forward and leaned her elbows against the banister. Now that she’d gotten her fiancé nice and warmed up, it was time for the real show to begin, and it wasn’t the one on the stage far below them. With her legs held close together, having surreptitiously pressed her package behind her thighs, she slipped her thumbs over her panties and drew them down.

All but deaf to the opening sound of the opera, Gear’s eyes widened. She would have expected Aria to slip away to somewhere more secluded, like a bathroom or fitting room, but that wasn’t the case at all. With all the subtlety of a brick to the head, what with the teasing, the choice of attire, and the impromptu foot-job, she was led to one inexorable conclusion - the siren was looking to get clandestinely plowed in front of an audience.

There was a mental line with her, one which marked the boundary between her better judgment and hedonistic depravity, and she’d slipped well over it. Peeking over at the open doorway, knowing full well that they may get happened upon, she pushed herself up. Though neither of them could get easily or practically strip for the event, doing the deed with clothes on had never stopped them before.

Coming up behind the girl, she pulled her dress aside, gripped the base of her dick, and slapped her length between the siren’s buns. “Hope you’re ready for this…”

“Please -” Aria tittered, turning her head and looking back at the woman. “While you were getting ready, I emptied nearly half a bottle of lube in there.”

“Fuckin’ slut,” Gear growled, shuffling back as the songstress spread and braced her legs.

Easing her chest onto the balcony, the siren snickered. “You know you love it…”

Prodding the girl’s winking entrance, having pulled the dress up and over her lover’s waist, Gear peered down at her fiancé’s backside. Large and supple, the exquisite behind was the perfect blend of muscular and soft - yielding but not too doughy. Given their location, the chances of anyone in the audience noticing them doing anything naughty were slim - not impossible, considering how vehemently they tended to go at it, but slim nonetheless.

Drawing her tongue over her lips, she slowly drove her hips forward and plunged into her mate. The familiar warmth and snugness that embraced her shaft was as amazing as ever, bringing a contented sigh to her lips. It was a wonder that the girl’s ass wasn’t completely blown out and loose, given her size and how often they fucked, yet that wasn’t the case. With the first few inches of her shaft firmly buried, she grabbed the siren’s waist, braced herself, and continued her inexorable plunge.

As the singer on stage filled the air with a lilting tune, she was momentarily distracted from the physical bliss her lover afforded. She’d never really been interested in opera, much less having attended one in person, but the charming sound gave her an idea. Leaning forward, pressing her tits against the girl’s back, she slipped one hand up to her mate’s face.

“Better not get too excited,” she softly chuckled, breathing hotly in the girl’s ear, “unless you want to show up that soloist.”

“She wouldn’t - Oh fuck - stand a chance against me,” Aria groaned, the thick medial ring force its way into her rear.

Regardless of how many times she ended up getting plowed by the mechanic’s behemoth bitch-breaker, the sensation never got old. Aside from being hung like a zoo animal, easily having one of the biggest cocks she’d ever had the pleasure of handling, Gear was a god-tier top - that being said, she wasn’t one to let the big bitch take all the control. Rolling her hips back, sheathing the remainder of the woman’s length in her ass, she grinned.

Tightly squeezing the monstrous appendage, she looked her mate in the eye. “You keep hitting my bitch-button and I might just put on a performance of my own.”

Without waiting for a reply, she hit the gas and began screwing herself on the hulking woman. There were few things that got Gear keyed up like a bit of initiative, no matter where they were or what they were doing, and she had every intention of having the cum fucked out of her. While it was true that she hadn’t intended for things to escalate so quickly, she’d had the forethought to prepare herself just in case.

Staying where she was, Gear wrapped her arms around the siren’s chest. As her hands slipped into the girl’s dress, lightly tweaking and twisting her mate’s diamond-hard nipples, her smile broadened. Despite being marginally bigger and stronger than her lover, she was powerless to stop herself. Aria was literally and figuratively a siren, capable of wooing her like none ever had, and she absolutely loved it.

Not to be outdone, she withdrew a bit of her length, steadied herself, and set to plowing the girl. She couldn’t say how long she’d be able to maintain a relaxed pace, knowing that she’d eventually slip into a rut-lust, but that wasn’t important - what was important was giving her fiancé a good, hard dicking. Listening to the muted moans and whimpers of bliss, she savored the intimate show.

Faint to start, in spite of her best efforts, the sensual sounds of their fooling around gradually grew louder and louder. The drumbeat of their colliding bodies, whimpers of delight, and domineering grunts combined to make a symphony of their own, as they grew increasingly heated. It would have been hard enough for one titanic dickmare to keep it down, but having a pair going at one another was a recipe for disaster.

“Really wanting to - Unf - steal the spotlight ~ huh?” she grunted, tightening her grip and giving a particularly forceful thrust.

“D…don’t tempt me,” Aria stammered, biting her lip. “You have no idea how hard it is to stay quiet.”

Her statement wasn’t hollow flattery. With roughly a foot of marecock rearranging her insides, it took everything she had not to howl out in rapture. Balanced precariously on the line of desperately wanting more and knowing she couldn’t afford to make a scene, she hammered her ass back to meet Gear’s thrusts. Between trying to keep her voice down, milking the gargantuan dick pistoning into her, and swinging her hips, a less than subtle mewl escaped her.

Shifting her hand ever so slightly, Gear pressed her pointer against the girl’s mouth. She didn’t have to say a word, as the siren obediently wrapped her lips around a pair of her digits. The one-two combo of having her fingers sucked while pounding her lover’s backside, while helping keep her mate silenced, did nothing to quell her burning passion. Increasing the speed and force of her plunges, setting the siren’s tits to sway and bounce out of the snug dress, she set her jaw.

There was nothing wrong with bottoming every now and again, but the intoxicating power of being in control, of dominating someone, was beyond reproach. Her balls swung with every thrust, impacting against Aria’s nuts, as she crept closer and closer to release. In that moment, sensing herself inching closer to her limit, she secretly wished they were the ones on the brightly lit stage.

Stars above, what she wouldn’t give to be performing for an audience right then. She wasn’t overtly exhibitionistic, but being watched while railing someone was a deliciously depraved embellishment. Stifling a snarl, feeling a tremble creep into her mate’s legs, she pulled out all the stops. Subconsciously altered the angle of her thrusts, absolutely demolishing the girl’s p-spot, her thoughts clouded with lust.

Aria pulled away, clearing her mouth for a fleeting second. “R…right there…”

Gear growled, jamming her fingers back into the siren’s muzzle. Aside from being a total blast, her relationship with Aria had given her a wellspring of insight. She knew just what buttons to press, things to say or do, to get the girl wrapped around her finger - it still took some effort to get the siren off, sure, but she’d curtailed her technique to hammer on every one of the siren’s weaknesses. Savagely pulling on one nipple, eliciting yet another stifled whimper from her lover, she increased her pace.

With her eyes rolling back, teetering on the brink, Aria fiercely nursed on the pair of digits. She really was a hopeless slut, even if she’d occasionally top for her lover. Prior to meeting her mate, she’d almost always been forced to power-bottom in the bedroom. She was tall, heavily built, and far from submissive, making it nearly impossible for someone to force her to do a damn thing - at least that’s what she’d thought before she crossed paths with her fiancé.

The singing diva’s voice reached an apogee, as the duo went at one another like a pair of wild animals. It was a race to the finish, with each having passed the point of no return, yet there would be a clear victor in their amorous bout. Lifting her head, bringing her snout to the siren’s ear, Gear sank the final nail in Aria’s coffin.

“Cum for me, bitch,” she hissed, biting down on her mate’s neck.

Aria’s climactic wail warred with the soloists, only losing out due to their location. The box they resided in wasn't designed to amplify one’s voice like the stage - that said, her howl did draw a number of nearby eyes from the crowd. It wasn’t until a strong hand was clamped over her snout, muzzling her and clamping her mouth shut, did the impromptu duet come to an end.

Wrenching Gear’s hand away from her face, Aria smirked. “God, I love you.”

“I know,” Gear seamlessly countered, shooting over and locking lips with the mare.

With those two little words, she met her climactic end. Foal batter surged through her pulsing cock, flooding the siren’s depths and causing the girl’s abdomen to gurgle and swell. Though she’d blown a load earlier that morning, after a rather rousing sixty-nine in bed, her output of jizz was just as prolific as ever. Awash with ecstasy, she victoriously groaned into her mate’s maw.

The duo stayed locked together, riding out their near-tandem orgasms while the opera continued below. Slowly but surely, breath by heaving breath, a warm, calming euphoria eclipsed their vehement zeal. As they pulled away and gazed into one another’s eyes, they smiled.

There was nothing in Equestria that brought them such joy as merely having each other, and words couldn’t convey that feeling. Trinkets, sinful promises, and the heated passion of lovemaking were only able to do so much, only scratching the surface of the depth of their bond. Like two parts of a whole, they completed one another.

“Hope those tickets weren’t too expensive,” Gear halfheartedly remarked, realizing they’d effectively missed the first act of the show. A part of her felt bad, but something told her that her concern was trivial. No matter where they were or what they were doing, they simply took happiness by being together.

Aria shrugged and clamped her cum-slickened hole around the softening length of mare-meat. “It was a promotional thing, don’t worry about it.”

“So - uh -” Gear falteringly began, keenly aware that pulling out may result in a mess, “you got a plan to keep us from messing up our dresses?”

“I didn’t order champagne for nothing,” the siren giggled, eyeing the bucket of ice nearby.

Shaking her head and closing her eyes, Gear couldn’t help but laugh. “Should’ve figured you’d have this all figured out.”

“For you,” Aria sighed, “I’d figure out how to make anything work…” Reaching back, she caressed her mate’s hip.

She trailed off, twisted to the side, and kissed her lover. They still had most of the show to watch, she’d planned on taking them out for a nice dinner afterward, and then they could head home for the night. It may have sounded silly, but she’d trade all her fame and fortune for the big lug who’d stolen her heart. Hotly making out, ignoring the performance on stage, she closed her eyes and cherished the love of her life…