“I’m coming,” Gear bellowed, adjusting her pants and stomping towards the entryway. “Just wait a damn minute.”
She couldn’t say where Aria was or what the lazy bitch was doing - probably napping on the couch, if she had to guess, but someone was knocking at the door and she couldn’t just leave a visitor unattended. Regardless of whether or not she was expecting anyone, which she wasn’t, there was no need to be rude. Reaching the foyer, swiftly straightening her top and slacks, she opened the door and immediately went rigid.
She didn’t have all that many friends, with a great many of them having moved to various parts of equestria, and it wasn’t like she had many neighbors, but be damned if she didn’t immediately recognize the unmistakable figure idling on her porch. The long, flowing mane of grey-orchid and violet, the studded magenta jacket, and the ice blue coat left little room for doubt; for some unfathomable reason, Countess Coloratura was standing just outside her door.
Unlike herself and the seductive siren who shared her bed, the mare was positively tiny. Coloratura’s head only reached her chest, barely at eye level with her tits, yet that was far from a bad thing. While it was true that she preferred larger, more heavily built body types, there was something undeniably provocative about the petite, bold, and talented pony.
“I - uh - how can - I mean, w...what…” Gear sputtered, staring in open awe at the pop-star.
Though there was no guarantee that she wasn’t looking at a damn good look-alike, or possibly the perfect disguise of a changeling, she was unprepared to find herself face to face with a celebrity - sure, she and Aria, a member of the Dazzlings, had been an item for a hot-minute, but that meant fuck-all at the moment. Struggling to form a thought, let alone a coherent sentence, she failed to notice the sound of footfalls approaching from behind her.
“Rara, is that you out there?” Aria called, her view out the door impeded by her statuesque lover.
“Ari?” Coloratura bleated, awkwardly shuffling by the petrified titan.
Gear falteringly turned and closed the door, watching the two embrace. Though she shouldn’t have been surprised to find out her mate knew the idol, the siren had never mentioned it. As she made a mental note to throttle and/or thoroughly question her fiancée, seeing the duo break their hug, she sheepishly rubbed the back of her neck.
Aria knew good and damn well that her lover was a fan of the Countess, but she’d been holding off on telling her big-dicked she-stud about their past for just the right moment. It was hard enough getting time off, what with being on tour for large chunks of the year, but scheduling a date where both she and her fellow musician could catch up had been a bitch and a half. It’d taken nearly a year to get something arranged, then nearly another year after their engagement had to be rescheduled, but she’d finally done it - she was finally able to introduce her old friend to her betrothed.
Slipping her hand around the diminutive mare’s waist, pushing the girl forward, she cleared her throat. “Gear, this is -”
“I know who it is,” Gear huffed, glowering over at her mate. Stepping forward and extending a hand, she stooped down to her guest’s eye level. “I’m a huge fan.”
“Thanks,” Coloratura chirped, shaking her host’s giant mitt. “I’ve heard all about you from Aria.”
Gear scrunched her snout, dismissing the notion of berating her lover. “Nothing bad, I hope.”
“Nah, I haven’t said anything bad - in fact, Rara really likes what she’s seen of you,” Aria purred, caressing the girl’s bare waist.
“Y...yeah,” the mare stammered, as a blush crept into her cheeks.
Lifting a finger, more befuddled than ever, Gear’s thoughts began to race. The overwhelming majority of media involving herself and her lover weren’t exactly what she would call safe-for-work, almost entirely comprised of them horsing around in the bedroom or fucking like a pair of rabid, very horny animals. Feeling herself growing flushed, unsure of how to proceed, she prayed her mate hadn’t shown their visitor anything too compromising.
Aria’s muzzle split into a toothy grin, unable to contain her excitement any further. It was true, Rara really was a fan of Gear’s, but not in any conventional sort of sense. She’d been sending her buddy sex tapes for months on end, all of which had one thing in common - her lover’s gigantic cock. Ordinarily speaking, she would never share smut of her lover, but she couldn’t help herself, especially because of her friend’s kinks.
“Gear, babe, it’s really nothing to worry about,” she began, nonchalantly turning the comparably pint-sized mare away from her mechanic-made-mate. Bending the girl over and spreading her cheeks, she peeked up at her stud. “I think you can see why…”
Gear had seen some wild stuff in her day, from stallions that were more feminine and busty than any natural mare could ever dream to be to exhibitionistic minotaurs with a penchant for public use, but she was not prepared for the sight that greeted her. Crammed within the pop star’s posterior was an absolutely gargantuan, crystal-clear butt plug. Gazing into the celebrity’s depths, feeling as though she was staring into a black hole, her loins took immediate note of the scandalous revelation.
“That should give you a pretty good idea, right?” the siren cooed, running her fingers over the immense toy’s base.
Though she knew a great many folks with all sorts of kinks, not a single one of them was a bigger butt-slut than her buddy Rara - for fuck’s sake, she’d seen pics of the girl getting railed out by a dragon, one who looked to be nearly as well-hung as her mate, which had given her the idea for their little gettogether. She wasn’t all that concerned about inviting her friend over for some fun, considering they’d had a third or even fourth in their bed before, but all those encounters had been with literal nobodies. Having given her fiancée a once in a lifetime opportunity, seeing the titanic swell forming in the woman’s pants, she felt her heart begin to race.
Slowly straightening the mare up, giving the girl’s stuffed bottom a playful smack, she looked over to her lover’s face. “So would you like to fangirl before or after you plow her?”
As badly as Gear would have loved to get an autograph and chat with her visitor, she wasn’t about to let the chance to fuck another idol slip through her fingers - that and it’d been ages since she’d stuck her dick in someone who lacked a cock. With her tented jeans struggling to contain her enthusiasm, struggling to remain composed, she strolled to and up the nearby stairs. They could talk and relax later, once they’d exhausted themselves and more than likely made a mess with one another - for the time being, her chief concern was…
“Make sure you grab the camera,” she grunted over her shoulder, reaching the second floor.
All but power-walking into their chamber, she moved past the dresser and into the bathroom. While she was more than happy to rut the living daylights out of the talented pop star, there was something she knew she’d need - lube, lots of lube. As she stooped down and rummaged beneath the sink, searching for the industrial container of the slick liquid, she heard her mate and their guest giggling.
“Get on the bed,” Aria whispered, all but flinging the mare onto the mattress.
Rara was just as, if not more thrilled by the prospect of a good, hard pounding than Gear was, which made the quickly evolving situation all too perfect. There would be plenty of time to lounge around and shoot the shit after they’d all gotten off a few times - besides, the pillow talk would be cathartic for everyone. Seeing her friend roll to her back, she shook her head and crawled onto the bed.
“Hands and knees, with your ass facing that door,” she muttered, keeping her voice low.
Rara did as she was told, presenting her plugged rump to the bathroom’s doorway. The setup was perfect, and would give the hulking mechanic a second great view of their guest’s assets, but it did remind her of one thing. Scrambling off the bed, rushing to the nightstand, she snatched up her camera.
“Alright,” Gear sighed, parading out of the restroom with the oversized bottle in one hand, “I hope you’re ready for…”
She trailed off, as her eyes settled on the mare’s immaculately presented tush. Chest down, ass up, with her rump pointed squarely at her, the pop star grinned over at her; it was easily one of the hottest things she’d seen in recent memory, and it sent her libido skyrocketing. Marching forward, feeling and hearing the fabric of her pants beginning to rip, she wholly ignored the siren leveling a camera at her.
“Wait wait,” Aria tutted, just as the giant dickmare reached for the butt-plug’s base, “lemme help.”
Hopping off the bed, she squatted down and began hastily removing her fiancée’s jeans. Considering the garment was on the verge of becoming a pile of rags, and that it wasn’t like they were going to need clothes for the debaucherous event, she saw no need to have anyone wearing anything - well, besides Rara. If her buddy’s outfit got damaged or too cum-stained, which it almost assuredly would, she’d be more than happy to pay for it to get replaced.
Momentarily setting the lube down, restraining herself from wrenching the sex-toy from Coloratura’s ass, Gear pulled her top up and over her head. Thankfully, considering how skillful her mate had gotten at stripping her, she was buck naked in a mere handful of seconds and ready to get down to business. As she glanced down and to the side, while Aria slathered her dick with the cool, slick fluid, her hand closed around the plug’s base.
Steadily pulling on the toy, while the mare whimpered and braced herself, she knit her brow. She’d known the plug had to be pretty big, but she’d had no way of knowing just how large it had really been. Watching the girl’s pucker stretch outward, clinging to the gargantuan crystal it was wrapped around, her eyes widened in shock. As the toy slipped free, leaving the celebrity’s backdoor gaping at nothing, she marveled at the sight.
The plug had to be some sort of a custom job, because it was nearly as big as a football - still, as impressed as she was, she realized she wasn’t there as some spectator. Handing the toy over to Aria, she stepped forward, grabbed the idol’s hips, and got into position. There weren’t many times when she could easily slip into someone, but the anal-loving pony might just be loose enough to be added to that list. Holding the base of her cock with one hand, guiding herself into the girl’s awaiting hole, she felt something tap her leg.
Aria held up a finger, causing her lover to slow. She’d been so eager for the meeting, as well as the subsequent fucking, that she’d nearly forgotten one tiny detail. Getting onto the bed, rolling Rara onto her back, she silently motioned for her friend to go spread eagle. If she’d been tasked with filming the lustful endeavor, she was going to make good and damn sure it was as perfect as possible.
Looking between the pair of celebrities, watching their guest wriggle out of her top, Gear did her best not to cave to the primal impulses yelling at her to breed the mare. As she questioningly piqued a brow, while their visitor spread and lifted her legs, she noticed something peculiar - her lover was pointing at the girl’s shoes. Giving the smallest shrug, she grabbed the pop star’s ankle and gingerly removed the fancy-looking footwear.
As the shoe came free, revealing Coloratura’s immaculately pedicured feet, she gnawed her lip. Not only did her guest have painted toenails, but she was wearing several golden toe rings; the revelation was as or more arousing than finding out the singer was a pig bottom, sundering what little self control she had left in an instant. Roughly pulling the girl closer, slipping her length into the very accommodating ass before her, she closed her eyes and kissed her visitor’s feet.
Aria fought back a snicker, watching the big, imposing dickmare tongue and suckle her friend’s toes. She’d done her part and warned Rara about her lover’s fondness for feet, explicitly for this moment. Having some casual sex was all well and good, but not everyone would react well to an amazoness licking their toes. As she periodically watched the camera’s display, alternating between shots of the foot worship and languid fucking, something rubbed against her groin.
Glancing down and seeing Rara’s hands fiddling with her shorts, her smile broadened. She hadn’t really expected to get in on the action so early, and would have been happy enough playing cinematographer for the first round or two - having said that, she certainly wasn’t opposed to jumping into the thick of it. Doing what she could to keep the phone steady, she lowered one hand and started unbuttoning one side of her trunks.
Being a bottom bitch with money had its advantages - one of which being she’d bought several garments that were expressly designed for easy removal. The shorts she was wearing were essentially tearaways, with the front and back pop-buttoned together, and they were actually easier to take off than they were to get on. Removing the garment in the blink of an eye, causing her growing erection to unceremoniously flop onto her buddy’s face, she shuffled back and to the side ever so slightly.
Rolling her tongue between the mare’s toes, amazed at just how accommodating the mare’s backside was, Gear stifled a groan. Though it may have sounded silly, screwing someone who was actually a bit loose was a very welcome change of pace. Listening to the throaty moans and lewd slapping of flesh, subconsciously increasing her speed, an odd noise caught her ear - a gag. Cracking one eye open, she looked down and nearly ground to a halt.
She wasn’t sure what was more arousing, seeing Coloratura nursing on the fat tip of Aria’s dick or the shit-eating grin on Aria’s face. It felt like it had been forever since she ran into her lover at that shitty dive bar, but she’d cherished each and every day with the impish, power-bottoming tramp of a mate. Flashing her teeth at the camera, happy to see that her fiancée had decided to join them, she nodded down at her semi-buried shaft.
“You wanna see how to make a bitch squeal?” she asked, moving one hand to the mare’s groin.
Letting the question hang, she set to fucking her guest’s well-trained tush like a jackhammer. Aria quickly followed suit, driving her tool into the girl’s throat, but neither of them were close to finished with the idol. It didn’t matter if Coloratura was ignorant or simply brazen, because being spit-roasted by two big-dicked dickmares was something next to nobody could walk away from.
Working in tandem, the lovers used the pony between them like a living, breathing sex toy. The siren’s tits played over the mare’s breasts, twisting and pulling her teats, while the mechanic’s thumb furiously rubbed the celebrity’s clit. It was all the poor girl could do to writhe in place, helplessly gagging and sputtering, before she was brought to her climactic end.
Convulsing below her, the young mare’s cunt gushed nectar over her loins, inadvertently adding further lubrication to her pistoning stallionhood. Knowing she’d brought a celebrity to such a quick finish was immeasurably gratifying, especially since she’d seen Coloratura was an anal Queen, yet the sensation of her spasming pucker around her dick was what really got her motor running. Watching the girl’s hold being drawn out and stuffed back in, slowly losing track of herself, a gentle pat on the arm caused her to start.
“You’re gonna ignore little ‘ol me,” Aria halfheartedly pouted, shamelessly face-fucking her friend.
Unlike her lover, she was keeping a close eye on how things were playing out. Not only was she ensuring Rara got periodic sips of air, not wanting to break the magical evening with a bout of CPR, but she was keeping track of her mate - not just because watching the she-stud demolish someone was hotter than hell, but because she had something special up her sleeve. Leaning in and lifting Gear’s chin, she locked lips with her fiancée.
Some may consider it crazy, but there were few things more romantic than making out with your bride-to-be while spit-roasting someone. Breathing deeply, inhaling the scent of sweat, musk, and sex, she drove her tongue into the dickmare’s muzzle. Even though she was mostly a bottom, in spite of her profound size and immense strength, she’d always been on the assertive side.
Gear screwed her eyes shut, reaching forward to cup and fondle the siren’s bosoms. She honestly wasn’t sure what she’d done to win the captivating, well-hung, and supremely enchanting minx’s heart, but she thanked the stars that they’d met. Pressing her head forward, driving her mate back, she snorted. She may have been railing out a mare she’d only just met, but that didn’t make her bond with Aria any less strong - if anything, moments like these brought them closer together.
“Bet she’s not as tight as me,” Aria softly teased, breaking their kiss.
The mechanic bit back a chuckle, amazed by the siren’s taunt. “Spend another year with me and you might be looser than -”
“Hrrgh?!?”
The duo of dickmares ground to a halt, as the mare beneath them trembled and pawed at the siren’s leg.
“Shit,” Aria blurted. Reclining and hauling her length from the girl’s gullet, she rested her length on her friend’s gasping face. “You ok?”
“I - uh - Should I stop?” Gear inquired, leisurely continuing to pump the coughing, sputtering celebrity’s backdoor.
“J...just - Cough- give me a second,” Coloratura wheezed, propping herself up on her elbows.
For a chick who’d just been double teamed by a pair of amazonian sex-machines, Gear had to admit, the girl was handling the situation exceptionally well. She’d seen chicks and femboys much larger than the idol pass out from less, typically in a pool of their own cum, but the size-queen hadn’t just survived the amorous assault, she seemed ready for more. To her utter amazement, Coloratura reached down and started rubbing her slavering marehood.
“I told you she was a fan of yours,” Aria proclaimed, while her friend idly licked her rigid tool.
Things were going perfectly, even better than she’d anticipated, but she couldn’t let things go off the rails. She knew all too well what would happen if things unfolded naturally, devolving into an obscene fuck-fest, which was exactly why she forced herself to straighten up and back away from her lust-crazed buddy. As she dismounted the bed and trotted around to her mate, she readied herself for the next phase of her little scheme.
“How about,” she purred, sweetly caressing her lover’s hip, “you pull out and let her ride you cowgirl. I know you’d love to have some video of her perky little ass bouncing on that massive dick of yours.”
Without saying a word, envisioning the various angles Aria could capture, gear stepped back and hauled her stallionhood free. Though she usually preferred to take a more active role, fucking her partners into oblivion, the proposition of being ridden by the songstress was a damn compelling one. Looking down at the lustful harlot, she crossed her arms over her chest.
“That sound good to you?” she asked, curious to hear their visitor’s thoughts on the matter.
Coloratura’s eyes went alight, moments before she shuffled to the side. “As long as you empty those fat nuts into me, I don’t care how we’re doing it,” she hummed, peering down her chest at the dickmare’s ripe, fuzzy balls. “I want you to keep cumming in my ass until I taste it.”
Gear was far from what she’d call a professional, but she’d been involved with enough raunchy videos to know to provide some very choice shots. Stepping over and turning around, she seated herself on the very edge of the mattress and reclined onto her back. As she rested her head on her hands, with her stallionhood standing like a meaty monolith at her groin, she patiently waited for the girl to get into position.
Coloratura wasted no time, mounting the awaiting dickmare like it was going to be the last lay of her life. Swinging one leg over the titan’s waist, kneeling above her host, she expertly lowered her waist and impaled herself on the towering dick beneath her. Her eyes rolled, a shuddering breath escaped her, and her hands shot to her chest, while she steadily sank down the immense shaft into herself.
“Feel free to play with yourself,” Gear mused, giving the star’s flank a lighthearted slap, “it’ll make for some - Hehe - alright then…”
Without the slightest bit of prompting, enthusiastically bouncing on the giant stallionhood, the girl began savagely tugging at her diamond-hard nipples. If the whole thing was an act, hamming it up for the camera, it was a damn convincing one. Rhythmically constricting and relaxing her ass, milking the she-stud’s length, she rolled her head back and groaned.
“God damn, this is hot,” Aria whispered to herself, squatting down to get a perfect shot of the action.
Holding the camera in one hand, while jacking herself off with the other, she recorded the svelte mare’s ass clinging to her lover’s cock. The size difference between the two was staggering, with Gear’s tool being nearly as big as Rara’s arm, but the color contrast couldn’t have been better. Seeing the titanic, nearly red shaft plunging in and out of the girl’s swollen, cerulean pucker was unbelievably hot, and the sight of it made restraining herself harder by the second.
She really had hoped to get several continuous minutes of film, which she could edit and cut together later, but her mounting excitement made the task all but impossible. Pre-cum dribbled down her lipstick-streaked length, coating her fingers, as her heart thundered in her chest. It was only when her lover seized the initiative, bucking her hips to meet her friend’s descents, that a thought occurred - there was no need to hold herself back, since they had an entire night to make home movies with one another.
Getting to her feet, having propped the camera up on one of Rara’s abandoned shoes, she brought her snout to the girl’s ear. “I’m curious,” she purred, seeing her buddy’s motions slow, “is Gear the biggest thing you’ve had in that bottomless hole of yours?”
“N...no - Mmmmph - but she’s really close,” Coloratura murmured, “why?”
“Because, maybe I can help with that,” Aria cooed, bringing the tip of her length to the mare’s stuffed backdoor.
Coloratura stopped dead, turning and staring up at the siren with wide, shaken eyes. “Y...you’re n...not - Oh FUCK!”
Though Gear couldn’t exactly see what was happening, she sure as hell felt it. The sensation of a gargantuan cock pressing against her stallionhood, impossibly stretching the stricken, drooling mare’s ass open, was unmistakable. Seeing her mate’s predatory smile, knowing full well that their new plaything wasn’t going to struggle handling both of them, she extended her arms and grabbed the mare’s waist.
Thrusting upwards, causing the pop star to mewl, she suppressed a chuckle. “You think she can take it?”
“She’ll have to,” Aria shot back, sinking into her friend’s over-stuffed depths, “because nothing says ‘I love you’ like DPing a bitch with your betrothed.”
Smiling at one another, practically ignoring their guest, the pair of giants started fucking. While it was rare for them to find someone who could accommodate both of them in one hole, they had more than enough experience double-teaming someone to make it work. Alternating plunges, piston-fucking the girl like she was a sex-toy, they moved harder and faster with each passing second.
Locked between them, with her ass pushed to the breaking point, it was all Coloratura could do to savagely rub her clit and play with one teat - that was, until the siren grabbed her wrists. Her arms were pulled behind her back, further immobilizing her, while the dickmare below her reached out and jammed two fingers into her cunt. The thick digits made quick work of finding her g-spot, bringing her to yet another cataclysmic climax.
All but ignoring the ecstasy-stricken, the couple merrily fought to one-up each other. While Aria licked and kissed Coloratura’s neck, Gear fingered the mare with reckless abandon. Though they weren’t consciously vying for dominance, their drive to compete was simply too much to bear. Basking in the pleasure their slam-piece afforded, grinding their dicks together within the girl, they gradually ramped up the intensity.
“I figured you’d start sucking my - Unf - nuts, slut,” Gear blithely growled.
Holding her friend’s arms with one hand, Aria reached around to accost Rara’s free tit. “I thought they could use a bit of company instead.”
It was true - standing between her fiancée’s legs, mercilessly pounding away, her balls slapped against her Gear’s nuts. Savoring the feeling of Rara’s once-loose backdoor, as well as her mate’s dick squeezed against her length, she realized she wasn’t going to last all that long. She didn’t top all that often, and it was the first time she’d shared a hole with her lover, so her endurance was found lacking. Pressing her chest to the girl’s back, lightly biting the mare’s shoulder, she closed her eyes and attempted to stave off the inevitable.
Gear set her jaw, trying and failing to fight back her impending release. If she’d had some warning that she was going to double-stuff a celebrity with her betrothed, she might have been able to last a bit longer - sadly, that wasn’t the case. The excitement of meeting one of her favorite pop stars, discovering the girl was a butt-slut, and being propositioned for some very rough lovemaking would have been bad enough, but having her lover involved sundered her self control. Forcing a third finger into the musician and making her squeal, she felt herself reaching her limit.
Aria had been in a relationship with Gear for so long that she could practically read the woman like a book. Her mate’s frantic thrusting, flaring cock-head, and muted grunts all screamed that she was about to pop, prompting her to strike the final blow. Flying into a frenzy, intentionally pushing herself to the very brink, she peeked over her friend’s shoulder and down at the titan’s beautiful face.
“Let’s break this bitch,” she snarled, biting her buddy’s trapezius.
The dirty talk, the perfect view, and the sensation of Aria’s pulsing length against her stallionhood proved too much to bear, pushing Gear over the edge. With a triumphant bellow, she hilted within Coloratura and unloaded. Moments later, seeing and feeling the siren fully sheath herself, mate came along beside her.
Neither Aria or Gear had any way of knowing if Coloratura had ever gotten her ass creamed in such a profound way, but the insane output of not one but two dickmares seemed to shatter her mind. Howling out, with saliva dripping down her chin and to her chest, she thrashed and quaked atop them. Both her marehood and pucker violently seized, while her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
Lightly thrusting, trying to send their spunk as deeply as possible, the lovers filled the little pony like a living condom. Even with the considerable amount of spunk seeping out of her ass, leaking from around the pair of giant dicks, her stomach gradually swelled and sagged. In no time flat, easily less than five minutes, she went from looking slim and trim to positively gravid.
“Sweet Celestia,” Gear wheezed, peering up at the siren’s sweat-streaked face, “I love you.”
“I know,” Aria rasped. “Can you reach her plug?”
Looking beside herself, seeing the butt-plug resting under the headboard, Gear extended an arm and grabbed the toy. “Trying to save us from making a mess?”
“Mostly,” Aria replied, leaning to the side and taking the plug from her mate, “but also because she wanted me to save it. Alright, on three. One...Two...Three!”
Acting in unison, the pair lifted the cum-drunk, barely conscious mare and unsheathed their semi-rigid cocks, allowing the Siren to cork Coloratura’s backside. With the first rutting session concluded, happy to give their guest some time to recover, the lovers eased the girl onto the mattress. Aside from looking nine months pregnant, mind-broken, and being as limp as a rag-doll, she’d done pretty well for herself - all things considered, that is.
“Why’d she want to keep it?” Gear asked, turning to her side and looking over at her mate.
Aria shook her head and smiled, giving a tiny shrug. “She did say she wanted to taste it, so I figure that means one of two things - either she wants us to keep creampieing her until she’s coughing up cum, or she’s gonna empty her flooded ass into a bunch bowl and pound it like a freshman.”
“Ok,” Gear snickered, growing hard at the obscene thought, “we are definitely gonna record that.”
Retrieving the phone and nonchalantly reviewing the footage, Aria eased herself down beside her fiancée. “That and every other load we pump in her, yeah.”
Spooning next to their near-comatose third, basking in the affectionate moment, Gear tenderly stroked her mate’s thigh. “For the next round, can we do missionary or doggy?”
Aria smiled all the wider, knowing full well what her lover wanted. “Yes, we can make out while we fuck her,” she breathed. Without waiting for a reply, more than happy to oblige her future wife, she craned her neck and softly kissed her lover. The evening was perfect, even if they hadn’t just screwed a pop star into a sanity-shattered stupor - not because of the thrilling change of pace, but because they had one another…
“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…
