I Get Off With a Little Help From My Friends.

DJ PON-3, baddest bitch in Canterlot, dropper of Bass, and slayer of bitches was in a rather good mood as she played her set. She had watched as her little Via had gone straight to the bar and found some guy that Vinyl couldn't recognize from that distance. Even through the flashing lights and dancing lasers she could see Octavia giggling and chatting with the young man, then in less than five minutes exit the club. "My little Via's finally gonna get herself some." She thought to herself with mixed emotions. She paused in her rhythmic bouncing to the beat. "My Via. . . What the fuck is that shit?"

The thought left a bad taste in Vinyl's mouth. "My Via. Nuh uh." She shook her head no firmly. The phrase smacked entirely too much of being romantically entangled with her oldest friend with benefits. If there was one thing Vinyl hated it was even the very notion of romance. The DJ would rather catch the plague than catch feels. She saw relationships as meaningless self denials of sex that only served to foster drama and heartbreak. That's why she only and ever had friends with benefits, fuck buddies, and in our feathered friend's case, the ever dreaded title of DICK ON CALL.

If one had the misfortune to become one of Vinyl Scratch's DOCs then one would surrender a key to their dwelling and be permanently at the DJ's beck and call for sexual favors. Vinyl usually kept about a dozen keys on her ring at any one time that got rotated on or off randomly. The term dick on call was a bit of a misnomer as at the time she had not one but three females on her keyring. The modus operandi was as follows: One would receive a call or text telling them to be prepared for intercourse in however long it took Vinyl to get there in her rather nice foreign car with the deafening sound system, then they would tend to her sexual needs and, whenever she was satisfied, she would simply leave without another word.

Failure to satisfy would result in an instant return of key and loss of position as DOC. Other termination worthy infractions were either party showing signs of growing attached or "catching feels" as Vinyl would call it with a shudder, not being at the rendezvous time or place when she got there and making her wait, and absolutely worst of, it was positively VERBOTEN for a man to cum in her. No matter what hole, no matter how long they'd been pumping away, that went anywhere else, not into or onto her. They were HER dicks on call, they were there to pleasure HER. If THEY needed to ejaculate that was THEIR problem to handle on THEIR time. Failure to abide by her conditions meant you lost the privilege of servicing the baddest bitch in Equestria.

So there Vinyl stood on her throne of music as her loyal subjects all thrashed and flailed under her benevolent gaze, her mind troubled, her lower half beginning to shift nervously in the sound booth. "My Via, what the fuck is that shit." She repeated to herself. "She's not MY Via, I'm not HER V. We're just bros." She told herself without very much conviction. "Why the fuck am I so fucked up about this? I'm the one who brought her here to get some. . ." She couldn't even finish her thought. Even thinking of someone else bringing out those adorable soft beautiful moans from her little Via. . .

"Okay! That's it! We're getting a distraction right fucking now." Vinyl thought angrily as she flipped furiously through her phone. "Who the fuck is on deck tonight? No, no, no, FUCK YES! Sledgehammer! That tryhard is just what I need right now!" There was a special place in Vinyl's key ring and in her pants for the loveless Pegasus. Hymn Beaux, not that Vinyl could ever remember his name, had the bad habit of trying to impress the DJ with his sexual prowess every single time they had intercourse. Never once did he bother to consider that PON-3 had laid with griffons, dragons, and in at least one occasion, had been the centerpiece for a very enthusiastic herd of Zebras, so his modest manhood was comparably not impressive.

What he lacked in size though, Hymn Beaux made up for in stamina. Vinyl'd had bigger, she'd had harder, but good Luna on the moona could that man keep a pace. Hymn Beaux used one hundred percent of his power every single time for the entire duration of the copulation that went on for hours at a stretch. Whereas for most women this would qualify him as a dream man, for Vinyl there was one fatal flaw that kept him permanently locked in DOC status: his technique. Hymn, while doing his absolute best every single time, had the accuracy and grace of a drunken man trying to swat a fly with a sledgehammer. Though he made love with the force of a sledgehammer, he also made love with the instability of a sledgehammer. Hence the contact in her phone being sledgehammer, despite her pet name for Hymn being six inch.

"Yo six inch! You're up. Get your ass up here." Vinyl texted. She started the next song and scanned the crowd for the expected pegasus to no avail. "YO! I'M WAITING!! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!!!" While Vinyl was angrily texting her AWOL DOC, Hymn was gawking with eyes the size of dinner plates at the single most beautiful woman he had ever seen in person as she removed even the suggestion of being clothed. Though it should be said it wasn't necessarily her stunning beauty that made him gawk. It was more the existential dread of this princess slumming with him specifically, and the overarching fear of reprisals for a pleb making love to someone above his station.

Octavia, heart pounding, breath labored, presented herself to the young man who had saved her from the den of degeneracy that her roommate had plunged her into, given the cellist her very first waltz, and had a body that was making her nipples tug at the tape. "Which reminds me." Octavia thought as she seized the edge of the electrical tape. She winced as the tape began to pull at the sensitive skin on her nipple.

"Wait!" Hymn called out reflexatorily. The mostly naked woman flinched. Had she killed the mood? Was the young man about to flee? Again the young man, who should've been champing at the bit to lay with the young noble before she had a chance to change her mind, couldn't help but pity her. "Don't try to peel it off. It'll only peel the skin off your. . . The only way to get them off without injuring yourself is to um. . ." He had to clear his throat to steady himself. He knew that one wrong word could mean execution from whoever this noble's connections were. "You have to sweat them off. . ."

Octavia gave a small gasp, both of surprise and joy. He had accepted her advances! She swallowed and slowly closed the distance between herself and the rigid young man. Hymn's stress level rose with every step of the long smooth legs. The beautiful woman's large perky breasts connected with Beaux's stomach before any other part of her body, and his legs began to burn with adrenaline at the touch. She reached her long slender arms up to gently grasp the goateed face. The young man was a whole foot taller than the young woman, so Octavia had to stand up on the tips of her toes and gently pull Hymn's head down to press her thin soft lips against his.

As their lips met, Beaux's panicked mind went into overdrive. "OKAY HYMN BEAUX! JUST CALM DOWN!!! JUST LET THIS NOBLE DO WHAT SHE WANTS, AND WE MIGHT NOT GET EXECUTED!" The slender arms flung themselves around the Pegasus' neck and his wings snapped straight out from his back. Slowly but surely, making absolutely certain not to rush the enthusiastically tonguing young lady, Beaux put his arms around Octavia's slender waist and pulled her close. Gradually, by degrees, Hymn's tension waned and his arousal grew. "Well, if this princess wants me to fuck her, then who am I to say no?"

Octavia employed the same technique that Vinyl had taught her over years of free use. She ran her tongue up and down the length of the young man's. She began kissing him down the length of his neck, to his chest, slowly lowering herself down to her knees. She gratefully kicked off Vinyl's high heels, and her blisters rejoiced at feeling the cool air. She had never had to take a belt off of Vinyl, so she had to figure out how to do so on the fly. Her breath came as gasps through her nose as she slowly tugged the layers of cloth down to release the hidden flesh.

When the rock hard cock finally sprang out from its cloth prison, Octavia had to stop and stare for a long moment. It was a bit shorter than the one Vinyl always used, but it was noticeably thicker. When she delicately reached out for the gently throbbing member, a trail of precum leaking out of tip, she yanked her hand back in surprise. It was hot to the touch. Unlike the room temperature plastic and silicone of Vinyl's toys, this man's flesh was almost too hot to hold. She carefully wrapped a hand around the shaft and began running her fingers over its length.

Hymn Beaux observed this whole scene in jaw clenching arousal. It had been over a decade since a woman had been genuinely excited to see his little friend, and it became difficult to stay still and let the lady do as she wished. Octavia could feel the man's pounding heartbeat through his cock as she stroked it. She didn't know exactly what she was doing, this being her first experience with a real penis after all, but Vinyl had made her do all manner of ridiculous things with her strap ons, so she moved on to the next step.

Octavia leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on the very tip of the quivering cock, the precum sticking to her lips and trailing down her chin and onto her breasts. She looked up with her catching violet eyes into Hymn's slightly panicked blue ones as she began running her tongue from his base to the tip. It was an oddly pleasant sensation for the cellist. Vinyl's toys always had an unpleasant plasticy flavor, but somehow the mingled taste of the young man's precum and the skin of his shaft gave off an endearing flavor.

Octavia inhaled deeply through her nose to prepare herself for the plunge. Hymn realized what was coming next and he quickly pulled his cock away from the beautiful mouth. His dick throbbed painfully in protest at the denial of stimulation, but Beaux snapped in his mind at his whining wiener, "Quiet you! You know damn well you don't cum from anyone else than Palmofthe Handerson! We're not gonna have this young lady hover there, sucking her heart out, just for you to never cum! Now shush!"

Octavia looked up into the young man's eyes again, genuine hurt and disappointment present in the piercing violet eyes. It hurt Hymn's soul, but he knew it was for the best. He said, "Ladies first," as he gently raised the kneeling woman to her feet. He noticed with pleased surprise that there was a noticeable collection of drops of vaginal fluid where she had been kneeling. He had this noble so excited she was literally dripping onto the floor. "How repressed and desperate is this girl that even I get her this hot and bothered?" He thought as he laid her gently down on the couch.

Beaux reconnected the kiss and took a moment to enjoy the passionate woman's pleasant tonguing technique. Kissing had long ago lost any pleasure to the young man, but the way Octavia used her tongue made the action surprisingly enticing. He began leaving a trail of kisses down her long slender neck to her chest and down to her large breasts, their large globes pressed together by her arms. She kept her arms wrapped around him as he descended so both of her nipples were both pointed straight at him expectantly, the electrical tape preventing him from performing the next step.

Hymn thought for a second on what to do. A thought came into his mind and he went on with his normal technique. He ran his tongue around the outsides of the hard nipples, hardly noticing the unpleasant taste of the electrical tape. Octavia raised her head as breathy moans started to escape her lips. She wanted to watch as her young man made love to her, but his technique was so much more gentle than Vinyl's, that she couldn't help but be borne along by it. With his left hand he gently massaged her right breast, his fingers sinking visibly into the soft flesh.

His right hand he gently slid down her stomach to between her legs. As his hand made contact with her clit she reflexatorily flinched and brought her legs closer together. Hymn flicked his eyes up to Octavia's, asking silently if she wished for him to continue. The young woman's burning face grew even redder as she had to force her trembling legs to open wide for the young man. Beaux rewarded the young lady's willingness to trust him with a particularly firm suck on one of her nipples that forced a throaty moan from her.

The pegasus began to gently massage the burning love button in small circles, Octavia's already elevated respiration becoming genuine panting. She would give a gasp for breath then exhale as one low poorly stifled moan. Her head lay lolled back, her knees beginning to climb to allow her lover better access. The young man's fingers were larger and rougher than her roommate's, so they stimulated more nerves, despite using less pressure. Hymn couldn't help but smile as his patented technique that had worked so well in high-school stood the test of time.

Octavia's eyes snapped open and her back arched as Beaux slipped first one long finger inside of her, then a second. Finally the tape over the tantalizing rock hard nipples became loose, and Hymn peeled it off of both breasts with his teeth. He greeted each of the erect nipples with a firm suck, again causing the cellist to squirm in his hand. The preliminaries dispensed with, the young man readied himself for the next phase. He released the large soft breast and slipped gently down to the floor.

Octavia was grateful for the momentary reprieve, every nerve was screaming and standing on edge. Another loud moan worthy of an opera singer flew from her throat as the young man's tongue connected with her pulsating clit. Hymn slipped the two longest fingers of his right hand back into the moaning woman and curled up. The cellist slumped down on the couch, her knees pointed straight at the ceiling, her body desperate for any touch from the young man. Beaux mashed the G spot mercilessly as he tongued the love button, her fluid leaking in a steady stream onto the couch and then the floor.

Octavia gasped for breath that was forced back out of her in deafening moans. This was more intense than she'd ever experienced, his tongue was less focused on the clit than Vinyl's usually was, but that simply served to stimulate the entire area. Beaux's fingers were rougher, thicker, and longer than Vinyl's, and her insides were screaming at the attention. She felt the orgasm coming on and she tried to tell him to stop before he was drowned, but all the moaning woman could do was thrust her burning womanhood closer and closer to the wonderful young man.

Hymn Beaux read the squirming woman's body language and put on the finishing touches. He ground his tongue as hard as he could against the dripping clit, and used every scrap of strength in his tone arm to shove his fingers into the dripping pussy as hard as he possibly could. Octavia's screams rose in pitch gradually through several octaves before snapping off suddenly in a silent howl. The woman's head snapped back like one having a seizure and her love oven spewed forth a geyser of various fluids. The young man, despite his lack of relationships over the last decade, knew better than to stop, and continued to pour every ounce of stimulation he could into the paralyzed woman. Octavia was held captive by her orgasm for several painfully intense moments, her spine arched, her eyes bulging, her mind utterly blank with ecstacy.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of clenching, convulsing, spasmodic bliss, the young woman was finally able to let out with a tremendous gasp and a screaming moan, her whole body trembling. Hymn decided that now was as good a time as any and squared himself in front of the shuddering woman. He lined up his meat log with her love oven and it slipped right in all the way to the base. Octavia's overstimulated pussy snapped back into a second, though less intense orgasm, and she again filled the small apartment with a reverberating moan.

Hymn had to pause and acclimate to the new sensation. His cock had been cold from Octavia's saliva, so shoving it straight in felt like his penis had dove head first into a hot tub, which, considering the internal temperature of the quivering cunt and the volume of fluid inside it, was not too far off. Beaux pointed the long slender legs towards the ceiling and began making love in the only way he knew how, violently. He slammed his pelvis against the screaming woman's thick thighs and soft ass as hard and as fast as he could.

Octavia was borne along by the thrusting juggernaut and fought desperately to keep breathing. This level of high impact sexual violence was a whole new experience for her. Vinyl had caused intense orgasms before, but nothing she'd ever felt compared to this. She couldn't help but stare at the muscles in the young man's chest and stomach as they stretched and contracted in the motion of nailing her to the couch. She felt another orgasm coming on and she braced herself for another teeth clenching seizure like she'd just survived.

Which is why she was confused when the juggernaut unexpectedly slowed in his thrusting. Before she could ask however, she felt his long, tone arms reach all the way around her, and she yelped as he hoisted her straight into the air without disconnecting. He held her under her knees, her arms resting on top of his shoulders, all of her weight resting against his pole, the very tip of his cock pressing pleasantly against her cervix. The fast violent slamming was replaced with intentionally spaced out hard thrusts, taking a deliberate pause between each to allow her to feel each one separately.

The slamming against her back wall forced a grunt from her diaphragm with each thrust. "UH! UH! UH!" Her mind was an absolute blank, her entire world being now composed of her screaming husband hole and the slam piston that was actively rearranging her guts. She might have passed out from the awkward angle on her diagram and the moans that were pulling more air out of her than they were allowing in, but fortunately or unfortunately the battering ram missed its target and slipped all the way out, causing the two pelvises to slap together with a loud pop.

"Shit, if it's not the arms giving out its this! Every single time! Fuck, don't lose it, maybe we can just. . ." Hymn changed his grip on the dangling woman, letting her legs wrap around his hips, and attempted to reenter the dripping hole without using his hands. Octavia's mind came back into focus after the cessation of the violent thrusting, and she wondered for a moment what her young man was doing. Then the pole slipped in the hole, not the hole they had been using however. No, Beaux's blood froze when he realized all too late that his member had gone a bit south and had wound up in Brown Town. "Oh dear Luna I'm going to be executed." He thought in dismay, his fear boner throbbing inside the tight anus.

Octavia, misunderstanding the situation, thought with some delight that the young man was inviting her to take a more active roll in the coitus as they progressed to the next step. Vinyl had inserted all manner of things into her anus over the years, to her uncomfortable delight, so moving from the vagina to the anus seemed like the next logical step. It took her a moment to figure out what to do, but soon the enthusiastically penetrated woman began tilting her hips back and using her legs to pull herself back against the burning pole. Soon Octavia had gotten into a rhythm and was pleasantly penetrating herself, her panting from the exertion mingled with moans from the pleasure. The heat of the cock making the nerves in her ass more sensitive.

Beaux stood in shock, his dick being lovingly squeezed by the tight anus. She was riding him. He had, without asking or warning, put it in a noble's ass, and instead of the pain, or the screaming, or the guards suddenly booting his door off the hinge and decapitating him, she was RIDING HIM! Rather skilfully in fact. "Do you. . . Like. . . This?" He felt himself ask, still in a daze.

"I love you!" Octavia shouted as she bounced on his dick. She realized her Freudian slip one second too late and shouted, "IT! I LOVE IT! I-I enjoy it yes." She stopped bouncing and waited silently for a response from the stock still young man.

Beaux stood in perplexed silence. His entire world suddenly seeming off kilter. She'd said she loved him, but that couldn't be accurate. Because obviously everyone and everything in the universe hated him almost as much as he hated himself, so this beautiful woman who had initiated sex with him couldn't actually. . ."You love me?" He heard someone very far away ask.

Tears welled up in Octavia's eyes as her heart swelled almost to bursting with both dread and hope. "Yes. . . I do." She confessed in a teary whisper. "I know we just met, but. . . But this has been the very best evening of my life and. . . I just can't help but."

"Say it again." Hymn whispered.

Octavia's eyes went wide and she squeezed the man she was still straddling as she whispered, "I love you!" She resumed bouncing on the dick and said, "I Love You!" Hymn finally joined in the motion and began slamming himself into her as she began to scream, "I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU!! I LOVE YOU!!!" Beaux felt the long smooth legs wrapped around his hips squeeze him tight as another orgasm was beaten out of her.

Suddenly the past didn't matter. His self loathing didn't matter. His decade at an entry level job didn't matter. His completely justified low self esteem couldn't argue with the fact that this noble, this princess, this whatever she was that was entirely out of his league, was not only riding his dick like an anal jockey, but that she loved him. He sank his hands into the unbelievably soft pliable flesh of Octavia's ass and determined that no matter what happened, even if this moment vanished like a wet dream when it was over, right then and there he was going to make love to this woman as hard as he possibly could. Which is why he was thoroughly annoyed when his body tapped politely at the door of his mind.

"OH GODDAMNIT WHAT THE FUCK IS IT?!!! THE SINGLE MOST IMPORTANT MOMENT OF MY LIFE AND MY BRAIN WON'T SHUT THE HELL UP AND LET ME ENJOY IT!!! WHAT?! WHAT DO YOU WANT?!!!" He screamed in his head while slamming himself into the woman who loved him.

"Hi boss, this is your peripheral nervous system. We just need you to sign for this delivery of genetic material, and we'll get out of your hair." His body said politely.

Instantly all other considerations were ignored. "Excuse you?" He asked, his internal voice trembling. "Are you saying we're cumming?"

The avatar of Hymn's body grinned in polite embarrassment. "Yes, that is the layman's term for it. Anyway, we're on a very tight schedule here. Do you want to put the young lady down and use the boxers like usual? Nice job by the way." He nudged the trembling forebrain with his elbow. "Or should we just keep plowing away?"

Beaux's mind seized the body by the collar and screamed, "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN WE'RE CUMMING?!!! WE NEVER CUM!!!" While Hymn was suffering the effects of cognitive dissonance, Octavia noticed the tell tale signs of impending orgasm. The man's moans, that he would deny even under torture that he moaned, were becoming higher pitched and closer together. She automatically performed the same action that she always had with Vinyl, as the DJ was the only reference she had to fall back on.

The gray woman let herself gently to the floor, and took the appendage into her mouth. Both Beaux's mind and body stopped in shock when they saw the enthusiastically riding woman begin finishing him off. Before either could react the firing sequence completed and Octavia's mouth was flooded with pump after pump of warm seed. The kneeling woman found the flavor rather endearing as she waited for the throbbing member to stop pumping. Both Hymn's mind and body gawked like two witnessing a miracle as she gently sucked out the rest of the cum, tilted her head back to display her full mouth, then closed her mouth and swallowed, showing her empty mouth afterward as she had always done with Vinyl.

The young man's mind was paralyzed with shock. His entire universe no longer operated as did mere hours ago. This stunning female had just gone ass to mouth and had shown him his load, all without prompting. His legs gave out and he thudded heavily onto the cold tile floor. "My love! Are you alright?!" Octavia asked as she moved to his side. She began to worry as her beloved's face was several shades paler than it had been. He stared forward like one in shock.

"I just came." He whispered, more to himself than to her.

The woman's worry began to wane. "Hrmm. Yes, quite a lot I must say." Octavia says with an uncharacteristic lust in her voice. She leaned away as the young man's head slowly rotated towards her like a tank's cannon.

"YOU. JUST. MADE. ME. CUM!!!" He shouted, his mind beginning to come back to life.

Octavia looked around, wondering if she'd done something wrong. "Yes?. . . I." She was interrupted by Hymn mashing his lips against hers with reckless abandon.

Before she could relax and reciprocate the kiss, Beaux pulled away and hissed, "I have stuck my dick into one of every type of pony and NOT. ONE. of them has ever made me cum! Pegasus, unicorn, earth pony, female, male, NOTHING!" He stopped and his voice became solemn. "I love you."

Octavia suddenly experienced an emotion she'd never felt before, pride in her sexual ability. "Well my love." She reached down and started coaxing his cock back into life. "There's plenty more where that came from." A thought occurred to her and she looked down. "Though. . . Uhmm do you think maybe you could fully undress first?" She pointed at his pants clinging to his knee high boots. Hymn literally flew off of the floor and unzipped his knee high boots, each thudding to the ground with surprising weight. Octavia was pleasantly surprised at how quickly they came off, she was under the impression that Hymn would have to unlace them most of the way.

He fought to rid himself of the rest of his clothes, ripping his t-shirt straight in half to save time. Octavia stared in awe at her new lover as he hung in air, his sweat giving his small tone muscles a glimmering sheen. The flames of her lust leapt high at seeing her new lover fully nude and she leapt bodily at him. Hymn snatched her out of the air and she guided him to her sparsely decorated room. She didn't have time to realize that this was the very first time she'd had a young man alone with her in her room, as before they had even landed on the thin bed, Beaux had already reentered her.

The pegasus used the force of landing on the bed to increase the force of his thrust and Octavia was smashed halfway to her next orgasm by the impact of the blow. The two sucked each other's faces for the duration of the violent intercourse, each desperate to love the person in their arms as hard as physically possible. Beaux felt the orgasm approaching and slipped himself back into her anus. Octavia understood what he was doing and she used her legs to pull him into her as hard as she could until she felt the heat spill into her colon.

The young man's body scrambled to process the new sensations he was feeling. He knew he was supposed to continue, but his legs wouldn't stop shaking from the force of the orgasm. Octavia noticed her lover's condition and she couldn't help but grin. It took some doing but she managed to flip the man over without disconnecting. Beaux's pupils shrank with equal parts surprise and arousal at his new lover taking control. Octavia locked her legs under the prone man's knees and began bouncing herself on his cock. He could only stare in awe as this beautiful woman, someone who was lightyears out of his league, used him like a dildo. His overused cock slid in and out of her asshole, her large breasts slapping loudly against her chest and stomach as she rode.

Octavia bounced a little too high and the cock slipped from her anus. She awkwardly paused and scrambled to reconnect. She plugged the dick into her trembling pussy and resumed riding, her moans growing in volume as she neared yet another orgasm. Beaux, for the umpteenth time that evening, stared in amazement as the woman, far better than even the wettest of dreams, went ass to pussy without a moment's hesitation. He suddenly realized that he had just been laying there, making this princess do all of the work and felt a stab of shame cut into his soul.

He slammed his hands down against the unbelievably pliable ass cheeks as he drove his heels into the bed, sending his cock slamming to the base in the burning pussy. Octavia hadn't been expecting the increased force, and was paralyzed in the throws of climax for an agonizingly drawn out moment as Hymn resumed his trademark slamming. Octavia's breath returned and she rejoined her half of the motion. She leaned forward, her large gray breasts batting against the young man's sweat soaked face, and she slammed her hips down as hard as she could.

Both lovers locked their arms around each other's backs, each determined to fuck the other as hard as they possibly could, each matching the other's rhythm. The love both had felt was momentarily shelved, this was pure lust. This was the pure carnal desire of two sexually compatible people testing the very limits of their sexual ability. As the deafening wet slapping progressed, Beaux's mind once again knocked on the door to his brain. "Oh Luna Dammit! What do you want now?!" The avatar of his mind paused when he noticed just how sweaty and haggard his body looked.

"Boss! Our leg's about to pop out of socket! If we keep this up we're going to injure ourself!" The body shouted in a panic.

The mind immediately grabbed the body by the collar and barked, "Don't you dare stop! This is what we were born to do! We are going to fuck this woman as hard as we possibly can! GET TO IT!!!"

The body gained the courage of the damned and caked back, "Yes sir!" Both lovers lost themselves in the breathless, mindless, slamming, each actively trying to break the other's pelvis with their own. Octavia unexpectedly cut off her end of the slamming when the orgasm forced her to cling tightly to the young man, her trembling legs clinging tightly to his, her nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders. The moan that escaped her was like the groan of one lifting a heavy load, her teeth ground tightly together. Beaux felt another orgasm approaching and by instinct rather than conscious decision, decided against cumming in the dribbling pussy.

Octavia couldn't resist her lover disconnecting from her as she couldn't quite coordinate her body at the moment. Her legs shook, her pussy throbbed, a stream of loving gibberish leaked from her mouth at the same rate that love juice leaked from her pussy. She began to come back to herself as the young man began gathering up her long sweat-saturated black hair, expecting some pleasant whisper of affection or gentle kisses on the neck. She had NOT been expecting him to pull her head back by the hair as he reentered her anus. Which is why her whole body shook with orgasm as the unexpectedly pleasant dash of pain to season the pleasure. Her moans dropped on octave and resumed the slightly grunting quality.

Hymn had never pulled a woman's hair before. In high-school he'd never thought to experiment with it until it had been too late, and he didn't DARE touch PON-3'S mane, but this woman had enjoyed literally everything else he had done to her this evening, so he thought this was the next logical step. His daring was rewarded by the tight ass clamping down around his cock several times. He began slamming away at the heart shaped pillow of an ass, watching the ripples go out and then back again as his hips made contact. He gave the right cheek a firm slap and again the low moans cut off in a cock crushingly convulsive climax.

He released the hair and grunted, "Mouth!" But instead of the absolute freak he'd been pounding once again going ass to mouth, Octavia instead slumped over in the bed, knocked the fuck out. "This bitch. . . Is. . . Asleep." Beaux whispered to himself in surprise. He stared in a mix of love and pride, he'd literally fucked the most beautiful woman in Equestria into oblivion. He ignored the throb in his loins at his denied orgasm, and simply leaned forward to plant a small kiss on the gently snoring face. "I love you. . . Uhmm. . . Oh fuck. . ." He stared in shock at the woman beyond his wildest dreams and saw a stranger.

They had spent a pleasant evening together, danced together, drank together, and she had made him cum TWICE! Yet he had no idea what her name was. He panicked slightly. Did he wake her back up and ask? He couldn't do that, she was sleeping the sleep of fluid splattered angels. Had they introduced themselves and he forgot? No, he racked his brain and couldn't put a name to this goddess that had his seed leaking slightly out of her anus. Finally in his flailings, inspiration struck. He saw a phone on a small nightstand and sighed in relief.

He took it up and went to the messenger function. He had to raise an eyebrow and back out, as for the very first time in his life he saw a phone with absolutely NO ONGOING CONVERSATIONS. He decided this couldn't be odd. "She probably gets her mail in gilded scrolls or something." He typed in his number and heard his phone's text message tone from out in the living room. Beaux gave the angelic grey face one last lingering kiss and slipped silently out the door. He silently resumed his gear, his torn shirt being stuffed into a pocket, and took unsteadily to the sky.

He'd heard the expression love drunk, but he'd never known it was a literal sensation. He flew in weaving arcs in the general direction of his home and considered just taking a nap on one of the passing clouds. Finally however he made it safely home just as a white car screeched deafeningly into his apartment's parking lot, it's speakers blasting.