Chapters I Get Off With a Little Help From My Friends.
Bullying for your own good.
"You like it bitch?" Vinyl asked the top of Octavia's head as the cellist ran her tongue expertly around the DJ's swollen clit.
Octavia internally rolled her eyes at the question as she always did. "No Vinyl, I don't particularly enjoy tasting your leftovers." She thought to herself loudly, but the cellist was nothing if not polite, so she summoned all of her feminine wiles to breathily whisper, "Yes Vinyl." She began ever so delicately squeezing the love button between her teeth in the way that she knew would keep Vinyl too busy moaning to ask needless, if not annoying, questions. The DJ threw her head back, her shock of blue hair slinging sweat in a wide arc as she did so.
She let out an aggressive growling moan of pleasure and delight. No matter how many people she fucked, no matter now many mouths attempted to duplicate her roommate's attentions, no one could even come close to how good her little Via was at flicking her bean. She felt herself approaching the finish line and locked eyes with the beautiful woman between her legs. Vinyl raised herself just enough to see her whole face and began violently stroking her clit. "Close your eyes bitch! Let me see that fucking!. . . OH! OH!! OH!!!" She failed to finish her sentence as her pussy gushed three intense spurts of fluid into the grey face.
Octavia rolled her eyes in actual fact this time at the needless instruction. "Do I really need to be told every single time? Close my eyes, open my mouth. Wait for you to be done cumming, show you how much I caught, swallow." She sighed and presented her roommate with her target. She knew that was just Vinyl's way. For reasons that were entirely incomprehensible to Octavia, Vinyl simply enjoyed giving instructions out loud. She caught two of the three sprays in her mouth and didn't grimace at the terrible flavor in the same way that she never did. "And now we've reached the pouting stage of the evening."
Vinyl came down off of her orgasm, her legs still shuddering against Octavia's soft cheeks, and she looked down at the drop dead gorgeous, sexy, polite, MADDENINGLY SEXLESS woman between her legs. The ecstacy of her afterglow slowly bottomed out into tooth grinding anger. "What right?" Vinyl growled in her mind as she glared at the most beautiful woman in Canterlot. "What right do you have not getting every dick in Equestria?! It's not right!" Not even Octavia swallowing her fluid and displaying her empty mouth could break Vinyl of her outrage. She violently threw herself off of her roommate's face.
Octavia took a moment to clear her throat and lean stiffly up. She had to stop for a moment and let the rest of her body catch up to her. Her pussy was still tender from Vinyl's violent vibing, and her legs were cold with her own fluid coating them. That's how their evenings usually went. Vinyl would catch Octavia doing some household task, cooking their meals, washing their dishes, or simply existing. The DJ would without warning begin groping her or stick her hand into the cellist's black slacks and begin fingering. The two would have sex, and every single time Vinyl would end what Octavia thought was a very pleasant session by scowling and being in a foul mood until she left to go to her gig.
Octavia never initiated these spontaneous bouts of coitus, but she never resisted either. She would simply reciprocate the attentions that her roommate would give her. The cellist was nothing if not polite after all, so not participating when someone works very hard to pleasure one would be simply unthinkable. "Then why the scowl afterwards?" Octavia thought angrily to herself. "I tolerate the constant interruptions to my evenings. I tolerate her flavor, or the flavor of whomever she's been with most recently. I tolerate her demeaning questions that she obviously knows the answer to! So why?! What right does she have to be angry with me?!" Her growing annoyance was broken when Vinyl produced a roll of electrical tape. "Vinyl what the devil are you. Mmf!" Octavia failed to suppress a moan as Vinyl roughly seized one of her maddeningly perky D cup breasts.
"We're goin out tonight." Vinyl growled as she taped an X of electrical tape over each of Octavia's still tantalizingly hard nipples.
Octavia's captivating violet eyes went wide with shock and she attempted to back away from her demanding roommate. "No! Vinyl! No! Not this agai."
The DJ seized the retreating cellist by the wrist and squeezed her face tight with her other hand. She growled with all the venom that she had swallowed week after week. "I'm not gonna hear it!" She roughly pulled Octavia onto her feet and dragged her into her room. "You're way too fucking hot to stay cooped up in here all the time." She released the wrist and seized a micro skirt off of the floor. "Now don't fucking argue and put this on! You're not coming home tonight unless there's a dick or a cunt in your hand. Got it?!" She stopped her tirade when she noticed genuine tears of hurt and fear beginning to well up in the beautiful violet eyes. Vinyl sighed hard and her shoulders drooped. "Via, don't give me that. You don't wanna be single forever do ya?"
Octavia looked quickly away. This was her very least favorite conversation, and she went out of her way to avoid it. The cellist was painfully aware of her painfully single lifestyle, and Vinyl's constant insistence on bringing it up grated terribly. Was it her fault that the young men of the orchestra were even more timid than her? Was it her fault that no one but Vinyl had ever taken an interest in her sexually before? "Well, no, of course not! But."
"BUT NOTHING!" Vinyl growled, her earlier venom returning. She began wrapping the tiny strip of plaid cloth around her roommate's eye catching birthing hips. "You've got to get yourself out there and get some." She looked up into Octavia's eyes, and it gave the cellist pause to see genuine concern bordering on hurt in the DJ'S red eyes. "I can't just hog you all to myself forever. Now come on you fucking. . ."
"Vinyl really, it's simply too small!" Octavia chided.
Vinyl straightened up and inspected the outfit. The tiny strip of cloth, that was intended to leave as little as possible to the imagination, left next to nothing to the imagination. The skirt covered only the top half as Octavia's spectacular ass, and in front there was a millimeter of clearance between the hem and the cellist's vulva. Vinyl's teeth ground tightly and she slapped Octavia's ass hard, eliciting a loud pleasure moan. "Yeah! Because nothing I own will fit your fat ass!" Let's go."
Octavia pulled away in terror. "Certainly not! I'm naked!"
"You're not naked grandma. You're just a little slutty! Now let's fucking go!" The DJ said as she literally dragged the reluctant cellist out the door, her slight frame belying her remarkable strength.
I Get Off With a Little Help From My Friends.
There's no sex in this chapter
"Okyay! So thyat's a cosmo fuor Druops, a syex on the bitch for moi, and for Beaux. . ." The barmaid paused for dramatic effect for a joke that everyone present knew the punchline.
"A virgin daiquiri." Said every one of Vinyl's entourage in perfect unison over the thumping bass that rattled the glasses on the bar.
"Just as funny as the first dozen times you told it." Hymn Beaux said as he pointedly ignored the alcohol free beverage.
"Aww, what's wrong virgin boy? Is your fleshlight not texting you back?" Brandy said in a voice that made all who knew her wonder how she had survived to adulthood.
"I'm not a virgin!" Beaux shouted, completely forgetting all pretenses to composure or maturity. "I'm one of Vinyl's dicks on call for fucks sa!. . ." His sense of self awareness, called so because he had not a single shred of pride, returned a half sentence too late. His face drained of blood as he let his head fall into the bar.
The barmaid laughed the kind of ear grating, graceless laugh that only those with more sex appeal than brain cells can get away with. "Wooooow!" Brandi said, holding out the syllable needlessly long as to be as obnoxious as possible. She leaned over the bar far enough to let one of her large breasts rest against his head. "You're such a simp that you'll say that outloud? Besides, fucking PON-3 doesn't even count. Who hasn't fucked her?" No one raised their hand.
Hymn snapped his head off the bar with a rebuttal that died on the tip of his lips, coming out in a broken sibilant hiss. Of his many faults one of his most painful was his near inability to lie. "I'm not even a simp. It's far worse." His head fell heavily into his hands. "I'm a beta orbiter! I can't get pussy anywhere else so I tolerate things like this!"
He displayed his phone and the text, "Yo six inch, you on call tonight, stay close.
"And that's not even the worst part!" He said, his bloodshot eyes locking with the vapid barmaid's. "I don't even finish when we fuck! She cums two or three times, but I'm just humping away at nothing! Even in high-school! Unicorn, pegasus, earth pony, nothing. I'm starving for a meal that doesn't satisfy!"
The barmaid's face drained of mirth as the implication sank into her dim mind. "Woooooow!" Both Beaux and Brandi said simultaneously. "That's so sad I almost wanna give you a pity fuck." Beaux laid his head on the bar and didn't care whether any of the tears leaked out or not. For the very first time in her life Brandi felt actual empathy for another sapient being. She fidgeted momentarily in place, wondering what one was supposed to do in this unfamiliar situation. She eventually landed on sticking a bendy straw into the drink, that now felt cruel for her to have made, and stuck the other end into his mouth. Beaux, wallowing in his self loathing, sipped on the delicious non alcoholic drink.
"Alright ladies and gentlemen make some fuckin noise for the baddest bitch in Canterlot! DJ MOTHAFUCKIN PON-3!!!" Came over the speakers loud enough to rattle the drinks on the bar. Hymn Beaux groaned as he dragged his head off of the table. There she was, DJ PON-3, the "Baddest Bitch in Canterlot." What ever that meant. Vinyl started her set and the crowd immediately stampeded to the dance floor, leaving Hymn alone at the bar.
He stared miserably at the DJ who was the only source of sexual contact he had, and attempted to drown himself in his self pity. There she stood, bouncing slightly to the beat, her perky C cup breasts jiggling hypnotically, though they held no joy for him at that moment. There stood someone who could get all the sex they wanted at the drop of a beat, while he hadn't had a girlfriend since he'd been in high-school. He knew he wasn't ugly, he'd rate himself at about a six, maybe a seven on a good day, but if anything that made it worse. He had no one giant excuse to point to in order to salve his ego.
His ego suddenly became immaterial when he saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen standing beside PON-3. Despite her color scheme being rather dull and muted, she radiated beauty like a tangible force. Whereas the woman standing next to her all but literally dripped sexual energy, she possessed the kind of beauty that even the lewdest couldn't bring themselves to lust after. Which is why Beaux was very confused to see her standing there wearing nothing but five strips of tape. She had two Xs over her nipples on her perfectly lifted breasts and what Hymn found on further inspection was the miniest of microskirts.
Whereas he should have been in awe of this goddess, descended into his little purgatory of self pity to grace him with her presence, all he felt was confusion. He could have hardly been more confused if Celestia herself had been standing there, which is ironic as Celestia was actually in the audience that night. The former princess intended to enjoy her retirement as hard as physically possible and ended the night in a Discord's three way in the bathroom.
Why was she here? What possible business could she have there? Even Brandi, with her staggering lack of care for etiquette and compassion, could see a mile away that she didn't belong here. Even all the way across the bar he could see tears standing in her eyes. For the first time in his life Hymn found himself in the same boat as the inconsiderate barmaid. He felt compassion for another person, rather than just for himself.
"Now get your fine ass out there and get some!" Vinyl shouted over the music. She shooed Octavia out of the sound booth with a firm spank to the ass that elicited a loud pleasure moan from the bashful cellist. Her face went pale at the thought of strangers hearing her make such a lewd sound, never once realizing that not a soul could've possibly heard it at the volume the music was playing. She cast her eyes about the crowded dance hall like a sailor lost in a tumultuous sea, searching desperately for some refuge. Finally her eyes spotted a single dim ray of hope in the terrifying reality she'd found herself in. Praise Celestia! They had a bar!
Since her oldest friend was bound and determined to force her to make bad decisions, then she could at least get drunk to help make those bad decisions easier to make. She attempted to make her way through the throng of thrashing party goers without touching anyone. Octavia held an arm over her breasts and a hand in front of her barely concealed nether regions, and was bounced about in the crowd like a ball in a pachinko machine. Fortunately for her, anyone who would've pursued her sexually was also bounced about in the crowd and quickly lost sight of the beautiful woman.
Octavia finally emerged on the far side of the dancefloor huffing and puffing like she'd ran a marathon in Vinyl's three inch stiletto heels. She spied the bar and staggered towards it like a thirsty soul fresh from a shipwreck to a fountain. She was so intent on drinking herself into oblivion that she didn't even conceal herself as she staggered, so Beaux got a full view of Octavia's lovely lady lips and neatly trimmed pubic hair. She flopped onto the bar close enough for the loveless man to smell her, and gasped, "May I please have a glass of Brandy!"
The barmaid smiled her most vapid smile and called out, "Right here bitch! What can I get you?"
There was a long moment of ear splitting loudness between the two as Octavia stood in confusion. "Uhm, Could I get some Brandy please?"
"That's me! What'cha wanna drink?" Brandi said again.
The cellist was nothing if not polite, so even at this moment, when she was at the highest stress of her life and about to break into tears, the rudest thing she could manage to say was, "No ma'am, I mean the drink!"
The barmaid's eyes lit up with joy, "There's a drink named after me?! That's so cool! How do you make it? Hey Drops! Listen! There's a drink named after me!" She shouted as she walked away from the desperately sober woman.
Octavia held out a limp hand after the retreating woman pathetically crying, "No wait! Please!. . ." She slumped into the barstool and fought the tears that were welling up in her violet eyes. Hymn Beaux watched this whole scene in rapt attention. He stared at the shell-shocked woman sitting next to him at the bar in a manner that would've been creepy under normal circumstances. He couldn't quite wrap his head around his situation. He knew he would never have this chance again, the single most beautiful woman in Equestria, sitting alone at the bar, right beside him, with no one else vying for her attention, yet even he couldn't bring himself to be forward in her clearly emotional state.
Octavia sat in increasingly uncomfortable silence, her breath coming in faster and faster gasps. She couldn't get drunk. Her one refuge in this hell her best friend had plunged her into. "How is this my life?" She didn't realize she said out loud. "I did the best I could! I was proficient in my profession and made it to the very highest occupation in the land for my instrument! I keep myself properly tidy! I'm loyal to my friends! SO WHY?!" She gasped when she saw a man sitting next to her holding a green tube towards her.
Hymn typed a text addressed to no one quickly into his phone that read, "These will help."
Octavia drew herself away from the stranger with rising dread. She called out loud enough for Hymn's trained ears to understand, "Uhm, no. No thank you! I don't use non-prescription medications. Uhmm, thank you for the offer though?"
Beaux's eyebrow rose high on his head for a long moment before he realized the misunderstanding. His eyes went wide and he typed furiously into his phone. "NO! NOT DRUGS!!! SOUR CANDY! TO HELP WITH YOUR PANIC ATTACK!!! NOT TRYING ANYTHING CREEPY! I SWEAR!!!"
Octavia read the text and was honestly taken aback for a moment. She delicately took one of the small squares of candy, removed its wax paper wrapping and looked at it for a long moment. "Well." She thought to herself. "If it is a trap he's certainly gone to great lengths to disguise it, and even if it is I can't get any good Brandy so. . ." She popped the treat into her mouth and instantly her face lit up with surprise and discomfort. The candy had been much more sour than she had anticipated and her face scrunched up with the intensity.
Beaux couldn't help but chuckle as he slid his slightly melted virgin daiquiri over to the flailing woman. Octavia, without even thinking that this might be the second stage of a trap, gratefully seized the drink and downed half of it in a breath. Even with her mouth puckered up by the intensely sour candy the drink was still disgustingly sweet and the cellist grimaced. The phone reappeared and she read the text, "Better?" She took a moment to take stock of herself and found that her misery had in fact been momentarily diverted by the distraction. "Yes! Much! Thank you!" She shouted over the loud music. The two sat awkwardly together at the bar for several long moments, the bass so loud that Octavia couldn't even hear herself think. Her eyes fell on the still exposed tube of sour candy and she pointed to it with her long slender finger. "Why do you even have those?" She asked in a normal speaking tone.
The phone was slid across the bar to the cellist and she rolled her eyes. Octavia had always hated cell phones. She felt the new fangled technology that the princess had recently introduced was all well and good for faster and further communications, but she was disgusted how people used them when they were painfully needless. She may have sent four texts in her life, so the cellist carefully pecked out the words, "Why do you have candy?" She was surprised to see a sad, nostalgic look come into the young man's face. Now that she was really looking at him Octavia found the young man to actually be rather attractive.
Hymn took his phone back and quickly typed, "My little sister used to get real bad panic attacks fairly frequently, so I'd keep these on me. Sour candy, for some reason, helps with panic attacks."
Octavia once again started in wonder at the man's slightly goateed face. She rested a long slender hand on his arm and said in a low voice, "That's very sweet of you." She raised an eyebrow when the moderately handsome young man with the rather firm forearm she didn't realize she was silently groping smirked and rolled his eyes.
He texted, "Do you wanna go somewhere where we can actually hear each other?" He flinched as the light grip on his forearm that before had been as delicate as a butterfly's wing suddenly clamped down with the force of a vice.
"YES PLEASE!!!" Octavia screamed in a guttural tone that none living had ever heard her use before. Hymn couldn't help but smile in surprise as she led the unsteady woman towards the door and out into the cool Canterlot night. As the cold spring night air hit her all but naked body Octavia got goosebumps all over her body, her nipples standing out rock hard under the electrical tape. She hesitated for a moment and considered retreating back into the den of degeneracy where her costume, while still inappropriate in and of itself, was at least more acceptable.
Hymn Beaux noticed the hesitation and once again felt a sensation that seemed out of place with the noble matron. He felt pity on her. Him, Hymn, the loveless loser who couldn't get laid to save his life, felt pity on this princess that, for no readily explicable reason, had gone naked into a dance hall. Octavia gave a small gasp of surprise when she felt his long trench coat, which may have been one of the many reasons that he couldn't find love, wrap around her shoulders. She didn't even notice the wonderful warmth of the garment in her relief at no longer being mostly naked. "Better?" He asked in his low, and Octavia noticed for the first time, being able to actually hear it, melodious voice.
"Yes, quite! Thank you." She said as She slipped her long slender arms through the sleeves and fastened the belt around her stomach. Beaux watched this latter action with some confusion as he never wore the coat closed. Octavia failed to repress a genuine sigh as for the first time that evening she was, at least legally speaking, properly dressed. "Lovely now where. OH!"
"Careful!" Beaux called out as the beautiful woman seized his arm for support. One of the ridiculously high heels had zigged rather than zagged and Octavia almost got a mouthful of pavement. The cellist clung to the arm for support and she carefully straightened up until her weight rested squarely over the high heels.
"Oh, uhmm. Thank.!!!" The unsteady woman cut herself off when she noticed just how firm the tone muscles of the arm she was unintentionally feeling up were. She felt terribly rude for doing so, but she just couldn't stop herself from squeezing the hard bicep and forearm. Her eyes traced the tone pegasus body up and down and her face grew redder and redder.
"Yeah, these sidewalks suck. No matter how many times you have to go blocks around to get where you're trying to go because of sidewalk repairs, they still go out of their way to trip you. Come on, the bar's just up the block and around the corner. You just keep holding onto me. I'll keep you from falling, and you. OOF!" He stopped when a crag in the pavement caught his knee high boot, yet another reason he might be single, and tried to trip him. Octavia arrested his fall and he straightened up awkwardly. "See, just like that!"
The two walked carefully in companionable silence arm in arm. As they walked Octavia's face felt like it was going to burst into flame. She stared straight ahead as they walled and she just couldn't stop rubbing her large breast against his tantalizingly hard tricep. Hymn Beaux for his part walked with the slow careful step of one handling merchandise that had been stolen that he was trying to return.
He didn't know who this princess was or where she belonged, but if she wanted to press her perfect tits against his arm for support, then that was her prerogative. His all encompassing self loathing didn't even allow the thought into his head that there they were, walking arm in arm together, in the dark, alone, with her fantastic breasts rubbing against his arm. In his head she was so far out of his league that he didn't even register her as a potential mate.
They arrived at the much smaller bar and Octavia couldn't help but be pleased at what she saw. The whole place seemed like one giant pleasant foyer of some aristocrat. The walls were lined with what seemed like upholstery, the bar was stocked with more than just different flavors of vodka, the air was filled with classical music and pleasant smelling pipe tobacco smoke. The cellist all but gawked at the complete opposite of the place where she'd been dragged against her will. "Yeah, this is where people go when they want to feel classy." He said with a cartoonish Canterlot accent. "Or just have a quiet drink."
They shuffled still arm in arm to the bar and the very dapper older man behind the counter said, "Good evening Lady and Gentleman. May I get you anything?"
"Yeah, do y'all still have that one beer with the pop top from Neighvaria?" Beaux said with casual ease.
"That would be the amber lager brewed by the brothers of our Lady of the Sun monastery. Yes, we still have a few bottles. Excellent choice sir. And for you madam?"
Octavia was taken aback for a moment, she wasn't used to being called madam anywhere outside the palace. She looked up at the large selection of rather excellent Brandies and Cognacs and felt at a loss. Before the barmaid didn't even know what Brandy was, now she had entirely too many choices. "Pardon me, but what would the gentleman recommend?" She asked in a slightly more bashful version of her bone deep courteous voice.
"I'm rather fond of the '23 Germane- Robin." The host said politely.
A light of excitement came into the cellist's violet eyes. "Oh! I suppose it would be rude of me to ask you've got any '53 Rémy Maretin wouldn't it."
A light of delight at meeting a fellow connoisseur came into the dapper man's eyes. "Ah! Not at all my dear! I do believe we have just one bottle left for just such a lovely young lady. Though I must say." He leaned slightly forward and spoke in a conspiratorial whisper. "We are rather averse to public displays of affection in this establishment." He flicked his eyes down to where Octavia was still quite obviously feeling the young man up right in front of everyone. The cellist blushed and stepped away like a teenager being caught making out in a movie theater.
"Oh don't worry about that." Hymn said casually. "She was just using me as a crutch. You know how these sidewalks are."
The barman nodded as he fetched the drinks. "Oh don't I know it. There you are sir." He produced a chilled stone bottle. "And for you madam." Hymn shrank back in horror as the man behind the bar held a small culinary blow torch to the small glass. "Your '53." He poured the Brandy into the glass about halfway.
He was about to replace the dusty bottle back in its concealed cubby when the young man unexpectedly quipped, "Leave the bottle." Both Octavia and the man behind the bar stared in shock at Beaux for his impudence.
"I'm quite sorry Sir, but don't do things that way h." He was cut off by Hymn leaning far forward over the bar to whisper into the barman's ear.
"This young lady just barely managed to escape Mad Mares dance hall alive. If anyone needs a drink it's her." He said, flicking his eyes towards the blushing woman.
The dapper gentleman put a hand to his heart and said gravely, "Bless you for rescuing her sir." He slid the bottle forward towards Hymn.
"Much obliged." Beaux said, tipping an imaginary cowboy hat. He attempted to walk away, but he felt the beer in his hand not yield.
"This." The barman said, raising the beer. "Is on the house." Now it was the young man's turn to gawk at the dapper man's audacity. He extended a hand and the barman firmly shook his wrist. Octavia carefully took her Brandy and Hymn marched with the two large bottles over to a secluded booth. They sat and Hymn opened the top off of his bottle with a deafening POP that made Octavia jump in surprise.
He held the large stone bottle up and quipped, "Prost!"
Octavia held up her small glass of Brandy and smiled bashfully as she whispered, "Cheers, yes." She carefully touched her delicate glass to the stone bottle and took a long grateful sip.
Hymn Beaux took several long swigs from his beer and exhaled in satisfaction. "Ah the Allemaneians, ya just can't stay mad at them."
"Yes, it is a terrible nuisance trying to find good Brandy outside of the palace." Octavia said, swirling her drink. Hymn gave a single chuckle at the fact that a comment that should've made him spit up his beer in shock merely bounced off his head. Of course she was familiar with the palace. This paragon of proper breeding and sophistication had to be royalty. She lacked his wings or Vinyl's horn, but she still had to be a duchess or a countess, or some such other thing. "A lovely little spot this. How did you come by it?"
"Oh you know how it goes on a pub crawl, you never know where you're going to end up. I just happened to come here once upon a time, though this isn't my usual haunt." He took a swig of his beer. "Apropos, how does a lady of quality like yourself wind up in a place like Mad Mares? If you don't mind me asking." Hymn noticed Octavia's face grow red in a manner that he'd never seen in real life. In his experience having a sense of shame was a novelty, much less being genuinely embarrassed by something.
"Oh uhm, well, the thing about that is ahem." The cellist mumbled, hiding behind her drink. She rubbed the rim of the warmed glass with the very tip of a perfectly manicured index finger. "My friend feels that I should get out more and uhmm. . ." She couldn't bring herself to continue.
Beaux decided to come to the poor girl's aid. "Good friend to have. I'd just rot in my apartment if I didn't have people to bully me out into public."
Octavia felt infinitely relieved at finding a kindred spirit in her pilgrimage in an unhallowed land. "And what brought you to that dance hall might I ask." She began to regret her question as the increasingly attractive young man stopped mid swallow of his drink and began staring coldly at the wall just beside her head.
The words, "Yo six inch." Seemed to be burned with letters of fire into the wall of the booth. Hymn saw the concerned expression on the face of his guest and he cleared the air. "A . . . friend. . . asked me to stay close in case she needed me tonight."
The cellist smiled warmly and gently laid a hand on the young man's. "That's very good of you to be there for your friends."
Hymn smirked, "Well with friends like these, who needs enemies?" He couldn't help but chuckle as the young lady proceeded to crack right up at his microscopic flash of wit.
"That!" Octavia said, failing to repress her giggles. "That was rather good." She carefully refilled her glass and raised it. "To friendship." They clinked their drinks again and Beaux watched in cringing horror as the classy woman smoothly sipped half of it.
"Ugh, warm liquor. You are a braver woman than I." He said, gently sipping his delicious, prohibitively expensive beer.
Again the beautiful woman wearing his trench coat, whose tightened belt accentuated her busty breasts giggled as she was utterly starved for wit. "But. . . But you're not a woman."
Hymn Beaux adopted a deep Austrian accent and spoke in monotone. "Zats de Choke." Octavia had to rest her head on the table and chuckle like a drunken woman for scraggly long moments. The young man wondered just how light of a weight this noble was. She was already acting goofy drunk and she'd only had a glass and a half. The night flew by in a golden had of gently sipping excellent Brandy and laughing entirely too hard at weak jests until suddenly the cellist made a pained face at the music in the background.
"Ugh! Not Pachelbel! Please!" She pantomimed the eight notes that had haunted her early music days.
Hymn smirked, "A bit overplayed isn't it?"
"Yes!" The pained cellist called out. "Every wedding, every ceremony, every, where are you going?" She asked as he rose casually from his seat.
Beaux shrugged his shoulders. "Eh, I'm gonna see if this DJ takes requests." He siddled up the car and again spoke in a conspiratorial whisper. "Hey boss, Canon in D's just a wee bit played out don't ya think?"
The barman gave the audacious young pegasus a warning, but oddly grateful look. "You know, I was just thinking that myself." Instantly the bar was filled with the bright jaunty notes of Wolfgang Amadeus Oatzart's "Ein Kleine Nachtmusik."
"My man!" The young man cheered as he strutted back towards his booth. He extended a hand to his lady and cooed, "Do you waltz?"
Octavia instantly grew indignant. "Do I!? Do I wal!? DO I. . ." She stopped when she realized with some embarrassment that she never had actually waltzed. She'd played thousands of waltzes, but had never once gotten to actually dance during any of them as she was always in the orchestra. She blushed as she realized for the very first time in her life a rather handsome young man was asking her to dance. "Yes, I know how to waltz." She rose, and even in her three inch stiletto heels the two began to swirl about the room.
An older unicorn with a grave countenance noticed the frivolity of the two and his sense of propriety was offended. He slammed the book he was reading down with a thunderous boom and his resonant voice filled the bar as he bellowed. "YOUNG MAN! That is NOT the way we do things around heyah!" The two young people stopped their waltzing and Hymn prepared for either flight or combat. They noticed that every eye in the bar was on them with the same scowl. "If there's going to be a waltz, then it is an INSULT to not have any other Waltzers to support them! Gentleman! Minuet and trio. Show them how it's done."
Several horns lit and suddenly the entire lounge was converted into an impromptu dance hall. Instantly every man jack in the bar coupled up and began twirling about the baffled couple. The two couldn't help but laugh as they whirled about in file with the dozen other couples, trading partners, going through the sequence, meeting again and going through the motion all over again. Hymn had not expected to dance with a dozen husky bearded men when he left his tiny apartment that evening, but to see the terrified princess that he had first seen on the verge of tears now whirling about, her face almost split in two by her grin made holding hands with a dozen dudes tolerable.
By the time the piece ended and all bowed and curtsied to their partner respectively, Octavia was laughing non stop through her labored breath. She all but collapsed into the booth, a wide smile on her face. "I think that's the most fun I've ever had in my life!" She said, her laughter slowly slipping into a sustained snicker.
"Really? Then you need to have more fun. Your friend needs to bully you out of the house more often then." He said, sipping his beer. He realized as he felt the drink slide down his gullet all the way to his kidneys that he had worked up quite a sweat.
"How is it you know how to waltz?" Octavia asked, once again immediately regretting the question.
Hymn was silent for a long moment, his face distant. He thought hard about how to answer the question. "Private school education. We learned all the old standbys. How to dance, box, sing, etc. You know, just the useful things that help one find a career in their cutie mark once they're an adult." He finished his beer and glowered into the empty stone bottle.
"You sing?" The cellist asked in surprise.
The young man stopped his sulking and poured back through his memory, trying to recall the most esoteric of ballads that had been drilled into his head by his various schoolmasters. He cleared his throat and sat up straight. "I gave my love to Karen. She promised to be true. I went to war only to come back."
Suddenly the whole bar rang out in rich harmony to support the young man's tenor, "To find five Royal guards had had their way with her. It was consensual." Octavia sat hypnotized as the narrative of the impromptu men's choir wove its way around ending with a sustained, "And all their fathers were hanged, and the children all got pink eye, while their Neighrry Trotter books were burned." The bar rang with a long moment of sustained silence in the wake of the deep and storied history the men had related.
As one the bar silently rose and began shuffling towards the door. The dapper bar man called out, "Well my young lady and gentlemen, while we have enjoyed your company this evening, it is in fact time to rejoin society."
Both young people looked about in confusion. "What? Closing time? But it's only." Hymn gawked as he noticed the time. "Holy fuck it's three in the. . ." He stopped when he noticed a slew of messages from Vinyl. The texts grew in use of caps lock and anger in a linear proportion. Perhaps it was the influence of the excellent Neighvarian beer, or the beautiful violet eyes looking longingly at him for what to do next, but for the first time in his young life Hymn Beaux decided not to obey the demanding DJ. "Fuck you're probably starving. Wanna go get something to eat?"
Octavia's face brightened at the best night of her life not having to end just yet. "Oh, no I'm perfectly. Ah." She gasped in pain when she tried to rise and found the entire bottoms of her feet were each one giant blister. She chuckled in embarrassment. "Heh, heh, not my shoes you know." Hymn, without a single thought, scooped the young lady into his arms and carried her out of the bar like a new bride. Octavia blushed to the ears at the display. "Oh, no, really, that's not necessaREEEE!!!" She squealed as the young man unexpectedly took off until the air on his pegasus wings.
"Just hang on tight and I'll get you where you're goin." He hovered in air for an awkward moment. "Uhmm. Where ARE we going?" Octavia gave directions and tried not to rub her face against the young man's chest too firmly. In a surprisingly short time they arrived at the door of the apartment that Vinyl and her shared. "Well ma'am, I certainly hope you feel better." He said turning like he was about to dash off into the air again.
"Wait!" Octavia called out desperately, causing the young man to flinch. She had tears in the corners of her eyes. Tonight had been the very best night of her life and she groped for some excuse, ANY excuse to delay their parting. "Oh, uhm, I'm still wearing your coat sir!" She said, infinitely relieved to have a valid excuse.
Hymn Beaux turned back to look at the beautiful woman in surprise. "Huh? Oh yeah! Right." Normally he felt naked if he wasn't wearing it when he went out, so to realize he'd been without it all evening came as quite a shock.
The blushing young woman unlocked her door and stepped inside. "Uhm. . ." Octavia had to summon up every scrap of courage that she had to be able to ask, "Won't you. . . Come in?" She squeaked through a bashful grin.
The young man was about to ask why, when he remembered what the young lady was, and much more importantly WASN'T, wearing underneath his trench coat. "Oh right, sorry. Of course." He jogged inside and Octavia shut the door behind them. Her breath became labored as her fingers, normally so skilled and dexterous, fumbled with the buttons and belt of the coat. Hymn, his situational awareness so utterly warped by his complete lack of self esteem, simply held out his hand. He waited for the respectable young lady with whom he'd spent a completely platonic evening of drinking and dancing, to place his coat in his hand.
Octavia breathed heavily through Her nose as she finally got the last button loose. Her skin broke out in goosebumps as she felt the cool air of her apartment hit her bare chest. She slowly slipped off the coat, fully revealing her unbelievably perky D cup breasts, the rock hard nipples still covered by the Xs of electrical tape. The micro skirt that perched on her wide hips failed to disguise anything as the coat finally came all the way off. Hymn reached for the coat, but his eyebrow rose when the mostly naked woman let it slip out of her hands to the floor. His other eyebrow rose to meet it when the micro miniskirt fell to meet the coat.
I Get Off With a Little Help From My Friends.
DJ PON-3, titles, titles, titles, stood at her sound throne in frothing mental and sexual frustration. The ever dreaded temptation to catch feels for her best friend, and most satisfying sexual partner, had been clawing at her mind more and more frequently as she had gotten older. She desperately needed a distraction, but her DOC wasn't Answering His FUCKING PHONE!!! Vinyl clenched her jaw in rising rage as she surveyed the crowd. She hated having to troll for tail, it was always such a damnable nuisance, but she needed something, ANYTHING to take her mind off of her little. "SHE'S NOT MY LITTLE VIA DAMNIT!!!" She screamed into the microphone.
Her head popped up in shock as she heard her own voice blasted out of the deafening speakers. Fortunately for her sake no one in the audience could tell the scream wasn't meant to be in the pile of garbled noise. They simply went about their wild thrashing and barely disguised grinding on each other. Vinyl let her head hang over the sound system, not in relief, but in defeat. She had to sort this out now, pride be damned, she needed carnal release, no matter who the mark was. "There, they'll do." She thought coldly to herself.
The DJ spied a young couple that were terribly indiscreet about performing outercourse on each other and decided that they would do. The young unicorn ground herself against her man, her face blank with rapture from Vinyl's music and the hand slipped conspicuously into her skin tight black tights. The young earth pony of the couple clearly thought of himself as the cock of the walk, his gaudy jewelry bouncing over his less than impressive muscles over his A-shirt, a conspicuous glow coming from the front of his trousers.
Vinyl lit her horn and projected a signal to the bouncers over the young couple, and they moved to intercept. Instantly the young couple split apart from each other like a couple of teenagers caught in the act in a movie theater. The young woman showed the correct amount of shame in being caught receiving a hand job while surrounded with two hundred other people, but the young man immediately went on the offensive. He sought to assert his dominance over the two bouncers who were each head and shoulders taller than the skinny man, and a good hundred pounds heavier.
Thankfully for the young man's ego the bouncers quickly explained the situation and both of the young couple's heads snapped towards the sound booth. Vinyl smirked at the gawking couple and bobbed her head in confirmation of what the bouncers had said. The two made their way through the crowd like a pair of horny juggernauts, not caring who they shoved aside in their dash to the sound booth. They arrived and the young man, with entirely too much enthusiasm, attempted to introduce them both. "Hey! My name's." He was cut off by an electric blue glow of magic sealing his lips and bringing him to his knees.
"Don't care!" Vinyl called out and she magically moved the young lady, who was literally quivering with excitement, so close that their breasts pressed together.
Even through the obvious body language of the DJ, the young lady couldn't help but show her admiration for the artist. "I fucking love your music! I have all your albums!"
Vinyl Scratch rolled her eyes and quipped, "That's nice." She slipped her tongue into the excited woman's mouth. The younger unicorn's eyes went wide as she felt the other woman's lips press firmly against her own and her own tongue begin to be twirled around the DJ's. She snapped a quick glance down at her boyfriend on his knees, his face conspicuously close to the DJ's exposed womanhood. The earth pony looked up from his perch to her, both asking if they were okay with what was happening. They didn't have much time to decide as the younger unicorn broke the kiss to let out an airy moan. Vinyl was using her magic to violently tease her clit while slipping her hand under her bra. "Well?!" She snapped at the gawking young man, his throbbing erection pushing out of his sweatpants. "Get on with it bitch!" She shoved his face against her dripping lips.
The couple decided to just roll with it and the young man simply dove right in, clumsily lapping at seemingly everything EXCEPT Vinyl's clit. DJ PON-3's eyes rolled internally as she began tugging at the younger unicorn's nipple. The younger woman was slightly taken aback by the whole situation, as she was heterosexual, but her earlier excitement at the music, the expert way that Vinyl was teasing her clit, and the knowledge that she was fucking one of her favorite musicians combined to help her ignore the discomfort. DJ PON-3 grunted in frustration and pulled the head away from her crotch. "Alright, knock it off. Bitch trade him." She said as she placed the panting woman on her knees in front of her.
Vinyl used the young man like a dildo, placing him behind her and slipping his less than impressive cock into her pussy. The young woman had absolutely no idea how to perform cunnilingus, so she mostly just knelt on the floor in front of Vinyl as her man began his work. The young man somehow drove the mood even further down by speaking in a groan that would have made Vinyl laugh if she had been so sexually frustrated. "Yeah, you like that bitch?" He grunted in a cartoonishly bad porn voice. She rolled her eyes again and used her magic to make him thrust harder. Finally she was getting somewhere. She decided that the younger unicorn was a lost cause and decided to just eat her out.
Vinyl lowered herself into the jack-o pose and let her talented tongue force moan after moan out of the quivering young lady. Just as she began to actually enjoy the public fornication, suddenly the man stopped his thrusting and she felt an unfamiliar warmth inside of her. "There's no way." She thought to herself in shock. "This limp dick did not." She extricated herself from the threesome and inspected herself, the young couple not noticing the change in mood due to their sexually satisfied state. DJ PON-3'S eyes went red and her horn began to glow menacingly. She saw a thin trickle of conspicuously white fluid leaking out her cunt. She spoke in a dazed calm. "Did you just fucking nut in me?"
The young man, showing a startling lack of situational awareness, grinned a lewd smirk and said, "Fuck yeah bitch. Best pussy I've ever had! Now clean it off." He reached for the back of her neck to pull her down to her knees. He dropped suddenly in wrenching pain as he felt his testicles struck by a bolt of magic. DJ PON-3 summoned the bouncers and they removed the crumpled young man, ignoring the protests and curses of the young unicorn as they put the boot to him medium style. Vinyl was something beyond furious. She wasn't concerned about unwanted pregnancy, as she'd taken birth control pills for years to balance out her hormones, but this could not stand! For the very first time in her career DJ PON-3 walked off the stage during a set. She knew the playlist would finish out the show for her, but it would lack that special touch that made each show distinct from each other.
Vinyl got in her ludicrously expensive car, with matching expensive sound system, and peeled out in the parking garage on her way out. In her sexual frustration she didn't even bother turning on the vibrator that was installed under the seat. This was too much. She needed justice. She had told Six Inch to be on deck, and she had even seen him at the bar earlier, and then he had ghosted her. She was either going to beat his ass and return his key, or he was going to give her the dicking down of his life. "NO ONE FUCKING GHOSTS DJ MOTHER FUCKING PON-3!!!" She ran stop lights and wove through cars the entire way to her DOC's shitty apartment. She caught the lanky pegasus just as he was entering his doorway, and didn't even park her car in her anger.
"Where the fuck were you?!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, in a parking lot, at three in the morning.
Hymn Beaux raised his tired head in surprise and only as she reached him on stairs did he realize who was screaming at him. "Hrmm? Oh hey PO." He was interrupted by Vinyl shoving him the rest of the way inside and slamming the door behind him.
"Yeah! Don't care! Shut up and fuck me!" Vinyl snarled as she magically stripped him. Her righteous anger had evaporated upon the chance for sexual gratification. She used her magic to tease his thoroughly used cock back into life. She laid him down on his bed, which was within sight of the front door in his tiny apartment, and straddled him. Hymn, whose mind was still in a sexually charged daze from his denied orgasm, fell into his roll automatically, his mind still on his lady love. Vinyl's head rolled back on her neck as her itch was finally being scratched. Her world was slowly righting itself. Her dick on call was inside of her pumping away. She couldn't remember what she'd been so upset about. She was rounding the corner to the final stretch, all was right in her little world. That is, until the dick slipped out.
Vinyl groaned and adjusted to look down at the mischievous penis that had once again delayed her orgasm. She reached her hand down to slip it back inside of her, but when her hand made contact with the dick she froze in shock. It was completely limp. "No." She whispered in mortification. "That's not possible." The sexually frustrated unicorn slowly tilted her head to look at the man she was straddling, and saw him gently snoring. "This bitch. . . Is. . . Asleep!" She breathed to herself in her shock. She stood over him and stared for several seconds in disbelief. "It's just not possible!" Her rage slowly bloomed through the fog of shock and the next thing she knew she was in her car, gas pedal firmly pressed against the floor, her vocal chords beginning to rupture from the long sustained scream of rage.
Vinyl pulled into her apartment's parking lot at one hundred and two miles per hour, sliding to a stop in the courtyard, just in front of her door. She charged into her apartment and tore open the door to Octavia's room. Even through her sexually charged frothing rage, Vinyl had to stop and gawk at the condition she found her notoriously sexless friend in. Octavia lay with visible splatters on her still smiling face, her legs still splayed, and a noticeable puddle of fluid pooled in front of her. Octavia's head popped up with a snort, despite her having slept through the thunderous roar of Vinyl's car, the door being booted open, and Vinyl's stomping down the hall. Her bleary eyes suddenly cleared when they rested on her gawking roommate, and she instantly rose with a smile on her face.
"V!" She chirped in love drunk joy a moment before she slipped her tongue into Vinyl's mouth. The unicorn's eyes went wide with surprise as she felt fingertips suddenly make contact with her long ignored clitoris. Before Vinyl could exclaim in surprise, Octavia had gently laid her down on the bed and began teasing her clit with her tongue with more force and enthusiasm than she ever had before. Vinyl, having been edged not once but twice that evening, reached the finish line with startling speed, and the orgasm struck her with the force of a runaway freight train. Contrary to Octavia's normal habit of getting her to the end then letting her enjoy her climax, the earth pony proceeded to mercilessly stimulate the quivering cunt, forcing Vinyl to endure the earth shattering, toe curling, eye rolling pleasure for several long moments.
Finally, after genuinely worrying that she might pass out, Vinyl finally managed to gasp out the question, "Dayum girl! What the fuck got into. Hrmmmf." She was cut off by Octavia planting her womanhood squarely over her mouth.
Octavia casually rubbed Vinyl's clitoris as she cooed, "Oh V, I owe you the biggest thank you!" She ran her tongue up and down Vinyl's lips to emphasize the point. She laid her head down on Vinyl's leg and sighed, "I had the most wonderful night of my life!" The unicorn gave a muffled howl of mixed pain, pleasure, and surprise as Octavia sucked hard directly on Vinyl's clit for several seconds. She pulled her mouth away with a loud POP that made the unicorn shudder. The earth pony turned to run her tongue along Vinyl's neck in the way she knew the unicorn liked. "V! You'll never guess what happened!" She didn't give Vinyl time to answer as she slipped her tongue into Vinyl's panting mouth. "I met a young man!"
The unicorn's blankly staring eyes came into focus at what should have been good news. "He took me to this lovely little spot, and they had a delightful selection of Brandy. Then we danced Vinyl! Picture it. Me of all ponies! Dancing with a young gentleman!" Octavia's voice dropped into a lustful tone that Vinyl had never heard her use once in the decades that they had known each other. "And then we came back here and. . . And we. . ." She broke into a squeal that ended in a girlish giggle. She gently reached up a hand to turn the unicorn's face to look her in the eyes with infinite gratitude. "And I never would've met him if you hadn't forced me out of my dingy little cell." Vinyl's eyes once again went wide as Octavia kissed her solemnly with that particular style of tenderness that only she was capable of. "Thank you V. You're truly a wonderful friend."
Octavia rolled away from Vinyl to stare at the ceiling, her mind full to bursting with loving thoughts of her new Beaux. No pun intended. Vinyl also lay staring at the ceiling, yet her mind was stuck on the one thought. She'd lost her little Via. Like an idiot she'd not seized the best thing in her life in the decades she'd had her, now she was in love with someone else. "Who is it?" She heard herself ask. For a long moment she genuinely wondered if she should have her bouncer goons murder this Johnny come lately so that Octavia would be hers again.
Octavia's head popped up with excitement. "Oh! I simply can't WAIT for you to meet him. He's so cultured, and confident, and his. . . Well, you know!" She crooned in that lustful voice that weighed like a lead balloon on Vinyl's heart.
The unicorn leaned up. "Yeah, but what's his name?!" She asked with more emotion than she'd meant. Octavia inhaled to answer, but the breath caught in her throat when a horrifying realization hit her. What was his name? How would she ever contact him again? Where did he work? Had they seriously, in several pleasant hours of conversation, drinks, dancing, and fornication, NOT FUCKING EXCHANGE NAMES?!!! Vinyl grew genuinely concerned for her friend's health as she watched her roommate's face lose its love drunk grin and grow several shades paler. "Via?! Dude what's wrong?" Vinyl called out in genuine concern as twin trails of silent tears began to trail down either side of Octavia's muzzle.
The very best night of her life, her first love, her first waltz, her first male sexual encounter, all of them were now out of her reach. She had no way to contact her lover, she had no idea who he was or where to find him. She didn't even have a way to confirm if any of the sweet nothings they had said to each other last night were true, or if he had just used her for a one night stand. The gray head slipped slowly down against the pillow, the violet eyes staring at nothing in her shock and horror. She neither heard her roommate calling her, nor felt her shaking her in concern. Her entire soul was engrossed in her misery. Vinyl didn't know what to do in this situation. She knew there was something wrong, but she couldn't get Octavia to tell her what it was. After several minutes of fruitless questions the unicorn felt she could no longer stand it and gently shut the door to the bedroom behind her.
I Get Off With a Little Help From My Friends.
Reunited and it falls so good.
Vinyl woke and immediately knew something was wrong. She wasn't hung over. She wasn't strung out. She didn't feel like doing nothing until the sun went down then partying until the sun came back up. Her head popped off the pillow and she looked around. She didn't need to vomit. Hell, the sun hadn't even come onto her side of the apartment yet, the little trails of dust weren't glowing the way she liked. She rose and stood in the center of her room for several long silent moments, held prisoner by the sense of utter wrongness. What was it? Something was missing. It was like the ear ringing silence after a prolonged artillery barrage, one becomes unnerved at the cessation of thunderous volume and waits for the next attack.
In her silent pondering she had time to notice just how filthy her room was. The air stank of sex, unfinished fast food, and unwashed clothes. Vinyl's head popped up in surprise. "That's it!" She thought loudly, snapping her fingers. "Via hasn't come barging in with food, hydration, and medicine." Then, slowly, the memories of the one woman that she hadn't kept at arm's length trickled into her forebrain. The grey face becoming so utterly distraught right before her eyes. Those violet eyes that were always either squinting in disapproval or rolling in resignation at her folly, one moment overflowing with new love that broke Vinyl's heart, then draining into utter despair that was somehow even worse. She was right on the other side of that wall.
That's what was so wrong! It was too quiet. Vinyl and Octavia's most frequent argument was the earth pony's annoying tendency to clean loudly when the unicorn was sleeping off a hangover. Which was often. "We're rich! We can afford a maid who cleans exclusively when I'm not here!" Vinyl would shout, then her mind would wander into the realm of sexy maids and she would lose track of her point.
"We don't need a maid. We just need to pick up after ourselves like adults." Octavia would sneer back over a sink full of dishes. By which time Vinyl's train of thought would have gotten her so distracted and horny that she would just begin fondling and fingering her exasperated room mate. That's what was wrong. Everything! Vinyl wasn't hung over, Octavia hadn't come in with breakfast and a lecture. She couldn't hear the sound of cleaning. The situation was so utterly alien to the status quo that it genuinely unnerved the DJ. After another long moment of perfect stillness Vinyl decided she needed to go investigate. She picked her way over piles of trash, discarded clothes in various states of moisture from genetic material, and dried puddles that she had never had time to notice, and walked out into the hall that Octavia kept immaculately clean.
Vinyl stood at the door to her roommate's bedroom for several minutes, paralyzed with a timidity that was foreign to her nature. Finally she reached forward and delicately knocked, waiting in vain for a response. "Via? You in there?" She croaked, Her throat dry from the tension. She hadn't meant to phrase the question that way specifically, but that gave her a momentary gleam of hope. Maybe she just wasn't in the apartment! Octavia was one of those crazy ponies that did things during the day after all! With spirits briefly lifted Vinyl opened the door and entered the bedroom. Her spirits came crashing low upon her eyes adjusting to the gloom. There lay her roommate in exactly the same position as she had left her, staring blankly at the far wall, seeing nothing.
"Via. . . Octavia please, you're scarin me girl. Come on. Look at me." Vinyl whispered, having to choke back an unfamiliar lump in her throat. Octavia didn't respond. For a moment the unicorn worried that the earth pony had simply died of a broken heart, her eyes so utterly devoid of life. It was only upon watching closely for several painfully slow moments that she finally noticed the unnervingly still woman blink. Vinyl's jaw began to clench as well as her fist. She felt her heart begin to race with a bone deep hurt that brought hot tears to her eyes. "Why the fuck are you so fucked up about this?!" She screamed into the ringing silence. "You didn't even know him yesterday!" She slammed the door behind her and stomped back to her room. Octavia didn't move.
Vinyl kicked a pile of clothes that were in her way and suffered an agony of cognitive dissonance. She wanted to scream, she wanted to weep, she wanted to stomp back into her roommate's room and either make Octavia her very own, or beat her until her fists were broken and bloodied. The action that won out through this fog of rage and hurt was simply kicking the many piles of filth that were scattered about the room. She booted the clothes and trash into a corner of the room, at first just to be able to stomp back and forth unimpeded, but soon she found herself separating the clothes from the trash. Her small laundry basket, once the last clothes that Octavia had washed for her had been removed, quickly ran out of room and she piled up a giant stack twice its capacity.
The furious unicorn dragged the clothes through the large apartment, pointedly ignoring Octavia's door. Within the catatonic woman blinked at an unexpected green flash of light, but didn't move. Vinyl had never once in her life washed her own clothes, but that didn't stop her. She haphazardly shoved as much cloth as she could fit into the machine and slammed the lid without even using detergent, setting it to whatever the last wash cycle programmed into the machine was. That done, her furious eye caught sight of the small organized pile of dishes next to the sink. Vinyl once again felt her bile rise in her throat. "Why the fuck does she have to cook EVERY FUCKIN MEAL?!"
Vinyl stomped into the kitchen and began filling the sink with water. "We make more than enough for her to never have to deal with this bullshit again, but NOOOOO. It's always, 'Waste not, Want not!' and, 'You need something other than fast food V.' or 'You know you're always too hungover to ever go out for breakfast, so I have to make it for myself anyway. And if I'm going to bother cooking at all I may as well cook for you too.' WELL I DIDN'T FUCKIN ASK YOU DID I VIA?!" She screamed in the direction she knew the catatonic woman still lay pining after a man she'd known for less than forty eight hours. Within her solace of silence Octavia blinked again at an unfamiliar flash of green.
Vinyl spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning her room until it reeked of cleanser. For the very first time since she had moved in she could see her floor. She sat on her bed and slowly went deaf from the ringing silence. The unicorn grasped at straws, racking her brain for anything she could do to take her mind off of the elephant in the next room. In the next room Octavia blinked. The cellist finally decided, even through her heartbreak, that she could no longer tolerate the occasional green flash of light that hurt her eyes and moved to investigate its cause. She slowly, stiffly, lifted her head off of the bed to see where the flash of light kept coming from. She blinked painfully as the light filled the room again. "Gods." She thought to herself sourly. "It's that damnable machine V forced on me. 'Come on grandma, I need a way to call you for a ride.' Yes, or you could just not be a degenerate hedonist."
Octavia lazily reached out to seize the smartphone off of its charging base and was instantly blinded as the screen lit up. She dropped the phone onto her bed and held her eyes for several seconds, blinking the spots out of her eyes. When her vision was restored she meant to just turn the damnable machine off, but before she could, she noticed an unusual notification on her locked screen. "New message from Hymn Beaux." That couldn't be right. The only contact she had in her phone was V. She awkwardly pressed the notification with her index finger and the screen went blank. "Damn this accursed. There!" She finally managed to unlock the screen again and open the text message. She leaned far forward and her whole soul became enthralled in the few words displayed on the screen.
"Oi, I had a great time last night! Hit me up again if ever your roommate decides you need some more fresh air."
Octavia's eyes bulged from their sockets, yet her pupils were the size of pin pricks. He HAD left her a way to contact him! What's more he said he wanted to see her again! She burned the name Hymn Beaux into her mind and whispered it to herself several times. "Hymn Beaux. . . Hymn Beaux. . . Hymn Beaux." Her despair was long gone and her love drunk levity slowly refilled her soul. She felt that she owed Vinyl a very sincere thank you for forcing the smartphone onto her. "But wait!" She thought with a start, springing upright. "What do I say? How do I respond to that?" She felt a long moment of panicked hesitation before slowly, awkwardly, pecking out several responses that were immediately erased. "No, too formal. No, too cold. Gods no, I sound like V." Finally she settled on, "Yes, that would be lovely. When would you like to meet?" She sat in an agony of impatience and expectation, staring at the screen in rapt attention for any change.
In his tiny apartment Hymn Beaux lay on his bed, holding his aching head, cursing his genetics. He lay nursing the worst dehydration headache of his young life when a needle pierced his frontal lobe. He groaned and squirmed at his phone's obnoxiously loud text message tone. He'd already called into work that night, an unparalleled sacrilege in his book, so why in hell had he left his phone on? After he had cringed from the unbearable brightness from the phone he shot up into a sitting position at the text he saw on the screen.
"Yes, that would be lovely. When would you like to meet?"
"Oh shit. Last night actually happened." He mumbled to himself, his headache forgotten. That's why he had left his phone loud, because he was waiting for a text from a princess. He found himself in a similar situation to his princess moments before, namely, how should he respond? "What do you say to a noble? 'Hey great lay come on over and suck my dick." He thought for a long moment about the night he'd spent with the beautiful woman. She had eaten up every single thing he had done for her. He couldn't help but grin at the throb from his nether regions as he recalled how enthusiastically she had made love to him. "Shit, honesty is best policy."
"Well, I'm free tonight, what are you doing right now?"
He texted, his headache completely forgotten at the chance of round two with the amorous noble. In her deafeningly silent room Vinyl heard an unfamiliar sound, a text notification. It was unfamiliar, not in that she'd never heard the sound. She'd heard the sound thousands of times a day for years. No, it was strange to hear because of where she was hearing it from. Hearing Octavia's phone going off was tantamount to hearing a horse's whiny from the mouth of a parakeet. It was so utterly alien that Vinyl couldn't help but sit and gawk at the sound. Again and again the bizarre noise gently resounded in the silent apartment.
Then another sound reached Vinyl's ears that shocked her to her core; Laughter. Octavia was laughing. It was a type of laugh that the unicorn had never heard her roommate use before. It wasn't her courteous society laugh that Vinyl despised, as it was usually a polite lie. Neither was it the ugly, snorting, chortling, genuine laugh that only Vinyl could bring out of Octavia when she found something genuinely funny. No, this was GIGGLING! Girlish, bubbly, quiet, loving GIGGLING! Vinyl found herself listening intensely at the long periods of silence broken by bouts of this new chuckle caused by Celestia knows who. As each giggle reached her ears her heart sank a bit lower and lower.
Someone was making her Via giggle in a way she never had before. Someone who hadn't lived with her, someone who hadn't known her for nearly as long as she had. Someone who hadn't been there when she'd received the acceptance letter from the Royal Canterlot Philharmonic, someone who hadn't been there when she'd felt the psychotic need to vacuum at eight in the fucking morning. No, whoever was stealing her little Via from her hadn't put in the time. They hadn't put in the effort! They didn't deserve her little Via! Just as Vinyl was about to rise and reprimand her erring roommate she heard another series of sounds that surprised her into stillness. She heard the sound of the bedroom door, then the front door opened and shut unexpectedly.
Vinyl snapped to her feet and stood paralyzed with shock for one long moment. Where was she going? She snapped herself out of her daze and sprinted towards the front door, flinging it open violently. There was no one there. Vinyl stood in the open doorway for several long moments gawking at the vacant scene. The door was on the ground floor right on the parking lot. There was nowhere for her to hide. The nearest concealment was hundreds of yards away and Octavia didn't have nearly enough time to reach it in the few seconds it had taken Vinyl to reach the door. It was like she had just vanished! The white unicorn moved like one in a stupor as she gently closed the door and slumped onto the couch. She was gone. In her heart Vinyl felt like her little Via was gone from her life forever. She held her palms over her eyes in a futile attempt to hold back the hot tears from leaking out as she screamed.
Hundreds of yards in the air Octavia clung desperately to her man as he climbed higher and higher into the sky. "Nice to see you again my lady. So what would you like to do today? Walk in the park? No that's right your feet are blistered. Go to our pub? Hrmm, no, I'm a wee bit broke after last night. What to do?. . ."
Octavia had been on an emotional roller coaster that day, and just being able to look into his smiling face again was too much to bear. "Well, uhmm." She began, her face turning red. She had to turn her face away and clear her throat before continuing. "This might be a bit forward, but Ummm. . ." She leaned up to whisper in his ear.
Beaux nodded. "Yes, that would be lovely." His lips connected with hers as he glided to the nearest cloud. He lay with his back to the fluffy mass of white that supported them both like a floating pillow. Octavia had a few reservations about making love what was for all intents and purposes in public, not to mention the gigantic falling hazard, but when she felt his burgeoning erection begin to press against her lips all other considerations melted away. She straddled the pegasus and kissed him deeply, running her skilled tongue along his as she began grinding her pelvis against his. Hymn reached up and began massaging her large breasts, her small airy moans beginning to mingle with the sounds of their kissing.
Octavia cautiously looked down towards her man's meat and she grew contemplative. She wanted him in her mouth desperately, but she didn't know how to shift in their precarious position. The pegasus understood the trouble before she could mention it and he gently hoisted her into the air, placing her womanhood right in front of his face, and his pole right against her nose. The excited mare immediately went to work, unbuttoning his pants and fetching out his burning cock. It had only been about fifteen hours, but she coveted the cock like a thirsty soul in a desert covets a bottle of cool water. She immediately slipped the semi erect penis into her mouth as far as it would go.
Beaux flinched slightly at the sudden temperature changes from warm pants, to cold sky, to hot throat and was momentarily paralyzed by the enthusiastic oral sex. Not wanting to be selfish, Hymn quickly flipped up the long skirt that Octavia had snatched out of the laundry basket in her haste to reunite with her lover, and moved aside her modest panties to reach her leaking pussy. Octavia moaned into his cock as he began driving his tongue as hard as he could against her swollen clit. For a long moment she simply luxuriated in the young man's attentions and lay with her nose buried against his sack, his cock throbbing inside her throat.
Octavia unthinkingly wrapped her thick thighs around his face, and pressed her feet against the back of his head to drive his mouth more firmly against her screaming lips. Beaux, taking this as an invitation, reached down and gathered her long ebony hair into a ponytail. The mare's eyes rolled back into her head with pleasure and mild hypoxia as he began to fuck her mouth, without stopping His tongue's attention on her clit and lips. Octavia was so enthralled by the wonderful sensation of being doubly mouth fucked that she would have let him continue until she passed out, but at that moment he yanked up hard on her hair and she gasped for the breath she didn't know she was desperate for. She let out with a guttural below of lust as the combination of oxygen to the brain, clitoral stimulation, and hair pulling, all combined to shove her right over the edge into her first convulsive orgasm.
Beaux ignored his mind's panic at the genuine possibility of being crushed like a melon between his beloved's thick earth pony thighs as they clamped painfully together on his head. He didn't mind receiving a warrior's death, not at all. Fortunately or unfortunately the thighs ceased their death grip and the pegasus had to blearily ask the young lady to repeat herself. Octavia had to gasp for breath as she moaned out the words. "Please! My hair! Pull my hair again like you did last night!" Hymn understood the request and smoothly slipped himself under the straddling earth pony to place his slick cock against her asshole. The mare wrapped her legs around him reverse cowgirl style and took his slick cock into herself. Beaux planted his feet against the cloud and drove himself up into his mare, her large pliant ass rippling away with the impact.
Octavia was literally on cloud nine as the sting from the tugging on her hair perfectly seasoned the pleasure of having her man ram her from behind. She laid her hands on his knees to support herself as she bounced on his dick, her large breasts padding against her stomach. Beaux had a single moment to reflect on his suddenly changed fortune. Yesterday he was painfully single with no prospects in sight, now, less than twenty hours later, he was balls deep in the most beautiful ass he'd ever seen, and the long denied orgasm was quickly coming up to greet him. He began to pick up the pace and slammed himself into the ass as fast as he could as he grunted, "Where do you want it . . . Uhmm. . . Miss. . . Oh Celestia ascendant!"
His pace fell off and his blood ran cold. He was at the finish line and he'd just let it slip that he didn't know the name of the only creature besides himself that had brought him to orgasm. "Octavia!" The mare shouted as she fought desperately to retrieve the fleeing mood. "My name is Octavia!"
Hymn Beaux blinked. He slowly got back into the motion and the grey mare riding him groaned in appreciation. "Octavia. A beautiful name for a beautiful woman." He breathed through a moan. Octavia, despite moaning like a whore and riding like a jockey, blushed at the cliché. "Oh! Hold on!" He fished his phone out of his pocket and quickly typed the name Octavia into his contacts. "There, that's better. Now then Miss Octavia." He slammed his cock into her ass forcefully to refocus the mood. She gave a deep groan of pleasure at the unexpected stimulation. Hymn sat up, using her long glistening hair to aid him, and growled into her ear, "Where do you want it?" He began pumping away at the large jiggling ass so hard it took a concerted effort for her to respond.
"In! Oh! Oh! Oh! Inside! Do it inside! Harder! Please! Do it harder! Yes! Yes! Yes! Mm! Mm! Mm!" Octavia shouted as the throbbing cock pumped her screaming orifice. Octavia lost control of her limbs and dangled against her man, her whole weight supported by her hair, her asshole, and her legs laying on top of his. Beaux threw himself as hard as he could against the grey ass, the treble clef Cutie Mark stretching and expanding as it rippled. He wrapped his wings in front of her thighs for extra support as he pulled her against him. With his free hand he gave a firm slap to the shapely ass, sending Octavia into a shuddering orgasm. Hearing his mare's primal howl of lust sent Hymn over the edge and he flooded the tight ass with pump after pump of hot baby batter.
The force of the climax took all but the man's soul out of his body and he flopped back onto the cloud, half blind, breath coming in desperate gasps. Octavia for her part was in a sexually satisfied stupor as the grip on her hair relaxed. She slipped limply off of the panting man and straight through the cloud. Beaux sighed gratefully, "Oh Octavia! That was. . . Octavia?" The mare for her part was plummeting at terminal velocity towards the streets of Canterlot. She knew on some level that she was in mortal peril, but the combination of love and endorphins made her unable to bother about the threat of imminent death. If anything the sensation of free falling was rather pleasant. She grinned a love drunk smile as the features on the ground became more and more distinct.
"Hey! I can see my apartment from here." Octavia sighed to herself as she neared the ground. Hymn Beaux reached her with less than a second to spare before she would've hit the ground, his wings flapping as hard as they could. Even with the aid of his wings he still had to take a great deal of the impact with his legs. The sudden stop brought Octavia back to her right mind and she clung tightly to her man's chest. Once they were safely on the ground the two stood stock still in petrified silence for several moments.
Hymn released the breath he didn't know he'd been holding and held Octavia tightly to his chest. "Holy shit!" He breathed in infinite relief. "I just learned your fucking name and I already almost lost you."
Octavia smiled at the man's affection and she kissed him on the cheek reassuringly. "It's alright love, but from now on let's avoid public fornication." She noticed where they had landed was right outside her apartment door and a mischievous idea came into her head. "Apropos!" She chuckled mischievously as she dragged him towards her door. As she pulled him inside his eyes went wide at who he saw staring back at him.
I Get Off With a Little Help From My Friends.
Cue the Spiderman Pointing Meme
Vinyl stared wide eyed, her shock blooming into frothing rage. Octavia, blushing brightly at the unexpected interruption of her romantic romp, cleared her throat and attempted to deflect the palpable awkwardness in the air. “Ahem, hello V. This is my colt.”
“What! The! FUCK!!! Are you doing here Six Inch?!” Vinyl interrupted with a depth of voice that Octavia hadn't heard since she'd had to pull the unicorn off of another young lady that had insulted her. “That is NOT!!! How our arrangement works! I go to YOU! YOU! DO NOT! Come to ME! Why the fuck are you here?!”
Hymn Beaux waved his hands defensively. “I'm with her!” He shouted apologetically.
Octavia looked in surprise from the petrified pegasus to the fuming unicorn. “Oh, you know V?”
Hymn's head turned slowly in rising terror. “Hun, why is DJ PON-3 here?”
The earth pony looked confused. “What? Oh right, her professional moniker. Hymn, this is my roommate, Vinyl Scratch.”
Vinyl clenched her fists and her jaw as she growled, “Via, why the fuck is Six Inch here?”
Octavia, again seeming confused at the emotions of the two, took her lover's hand again. “V, this is Hymn Beaux.” Despite the still tangible tension in the air, she couldn't help but fawn over her new lover. “I love him!” Beaux couldn't help but give an embarrassed smile at his princess. The unicorn watched the display in silent heartbroken rage, all of her questions beginning to fall into line. So that's who she'd seen walking out the club with her little Via. That's why Six Inch hadn't answered his summons. “But how do you two know each other, love?” Octavia asked, making Beaux's pale face go paper white. He'd been so love drunk from his evening with the noble that he wasn't certain at the time that any of it had actually happened.
Suddenly Vinyl's grimace of rage mutated into a vindictive grin of triumph. Hymn begged with his eyes for PON-3 to not ruin the very best thing that had ever happened to him. “Oooooh.” She purred out the lingering syllable, positively dripping with malice. “We know each other VEEEEERY well.” Unexpectedly, the vicious grin changed targets. “So tell me Via, when did you meet this handsome. Young. Man.” She enunciated the words accusingly.
Octavia reflexatorily recoiled from the unexpected disdain. “What? V don't you remember? I told you about him last ni!. . .” She stopped halfway through the syllable in realization. The earth pony had been so love drunk from her evening with Hymn Beaux that it hadn't even occurred to her what she'd been doing.
“Last night? Really!” She cooed like nails on a chalkboard. “But wait! That can't be right!” Octavia had tears in her eyes as she begged silently for Vinyl not to ruin the very best thing that had ever happened to her. “Because last night we!”
“Hymn I'm so sorry!” Octavia shouted unexpectedly, the tears streaming down her face. Both Vinyl and Hymn turned in surprise towards the weeping woman. The earth pony babbled a mile a minute, fishing desperately for an explanation, but unfortunately she couldn't manage to finish any excuse without starting another.
Vinyl gawked at the effect her revenge had wrought. She had only wanted both to squirm uncomfortably at worst and split them up at best. She'd just wanted Six Inch to leave and to have her little Via all to herself again, the way it used to be, the way it SHOULD be! She tried to move forward to somehow make Octavia understand, but at that moment the crying woman darted into her room and slammed the door behind her, leaving Hymn and Vinyl together alone in the living room. PON-3 glared at the pegasus, and was ready to tear him a new asshole, but she drew back when she saw that he was scowling with even more ferocity. Hymn Beaux shoulder checked PON-3 as he moved to Octavia's door. He knocked gently in the ringing silence and after a long pause was let in.
The solitary unicorn stared in a hurt daze for several moments until she stormed to her room and slammed the door behind her. Vinyl shoved a giant pair of headphones over her ears and turned her latest project on so loud that the two in the other room could hear it. PON-3 made a point to herself about bitching to the building's super about the leaks in her ceiling. Because there's no other reason why there would be moisture dropping into her arms. None whatsoever. Octavia wept bitterly against Hymn's chest as he attempted to calm her. “Octavia, hush, it's alright, I'm still here. Just calm down.”
The earth pony's violet eyes leaked tears in a way that tore at the pegasus’ heart strings. “Hymn I'm so sorry! It's just such an old habit, and I wasn't thinking and.”
“Shhh!” Beaux whispered, planting a single finger over her soft lips. “Hun, ya know. . .” He had to stop and shake his head at his own indelicate sense of honesty. “You're not the only one who did PON-3 last night.” Octavia drew back slightly in confusion. Hymn sighed. “I'm one of PON-3's dicks on call. That's why I was at the club last night.” The pegasus spoke quickly, trying to justify himself. “But then I spent the evening with a noble, and I wasn't sure any of it had actually happened or not!” He disconnected from his mare and jesticulated wildly. “I mean, me! The perpetually pussless, beds a noble! Much less finishes! I thought it had just been a particularity visceral wet dream! Much more likely than what actually happened anyway!” His babbling was arrested by a single slender grey finger on his muzzle.
“What noble?” Octavia asked.
Beaux raised an eyebrow. “You, whatever rank of nobility you are.”
The earth pony scoffed and smirked, “You think I'm a noble?”
Again an eyebrow rose in the pegasus’ face. “Uhm, hot, Canterlot accent, perfectly polite and proper, wild in the sack. I mean, no wings and horn, so maybe not a princess, but definitely not a pleb.”
Octavia giggled through a girlish blush. “No silly! I'm not a noble! My father is a philosophy professor for Celestia's sake! No, I'm about as plebian as it gets!” An uncomfortable thought sprang into Octavia's mind. “You. . . You didn't court me just because you thought I was a noble did you?”
Beaux's eyes went wide and he quickly seized Octavia's hands. “No! No no no no no! I was just nice to you because you seemed so. . . Sad, and miserable, and out of place! I was just being nice.” He couldn't repress the smirk that crept into his face. “It was you who dropped your skirt.”
Octavia blushed deeply, but couldn't help but grin bashfully. “Well, can you blame me? You're quite the gentleman yourself.” She traced a finger along his arms and had to fight the urge to resume their intimacy. “Why in Equestria are you so down on yourself?”
Hymn sighed hard and explained the unfortunate history of his love life, or rather, the lack there of. “And that's why I'm PON-3's dick on call. It's all I can get.” He cleared his throat and ignored the burgeoning boner from the question in his mind. “Apropos. . . How did you and her uhm. . .”
Octavia blushed and cleared her throat. “Oh, well, we went to the same school as children. We've been friends for a long as I can remember. We were inseparable.” She couldn't help but grin nostalgically. “It seemed like our whole lives every time there was a choice to be made she would choose the naughty option and I'd be the good girl, for better or for worse. She'd sneak out of our dorms, I'd stay in. She'd get drunk, I'd hold her hair back as she vomited.” Her voice dropped in annoyance. “She'd get romantic partners at the drop of a hat whenever she wanted, and I. . .” She had to clear her throat before continuing. “Well, uhmm. . . You're, uhmm. . . You're my first coltfriend.”
Hymn Beaux had to fight to ignore his throbbing erection. “Ahem, so you and Vinyl are?. . .”
Octavia waved her hands. “No! No, no, no! We're not a couple, there's no romance. No, Vinyl just does what she wants. She's always been that way. She could always hold my hand and kiss me whenever she wanted when we were in school, and it just got more and more. Uhmm. . . Dear Luna, this is uncomfortable to say outloud. We. . . Ahem.” Her face was beet red as she realized that she had always just allowed Vinyl to do whatever she wanted to her without question for their whole lives. It had never occurred to her at the time that Vinyl was doing anything out of the ordinary, it just seemed normal until then.
“Wait, if I'm your first coltfriend, then how in tartarus did you learn to make love like that?” Beaux asked, a bit of his mind wondering if his cock would literally burn through his BDUs like red hot steel through paper.
Octavia could feel her nipples hardening under her blouse as the memories came pouring back. “Well, Vinyl's very. . . Uhmm. . . Adventurous? . . . In bed? She likes to use marital aids and likes to make me use my mouth and. OH!” Her explanation was cut off by Hymn Beaux all but literally pouncing on her. In one fluid motion he had produced his throbbing cock, positioned himself, and began slamming away. The mare was too enraptured by the violence of her lover's attention that she simply slipped into her role, wrapping her long legs around him and kissing him deeply. Beaux quickly reached climax and, with the sort of abandon that only unexpected coitus can produce, blew his load directly into Octavia's melting pussy, completely disregarding any concern about pregnancy.
Hymn rolled off, panting like a sprinter. “Sorry, but that was just. . . Sorry. . .”
Octavia lay gasping, her legs still splayed, his seed leaking out of her and cooling against her ass. “Don't be.” She whispered in a satisfied tone. After she caught her breath the mare rolled over to lay her head on her man's chest. The sensation of his load leaking out of her bright a thought to her mind. “So. . .” She knew it was terribly rude to fish for complements, but she was genuinely curious. “Do you. . . I mean. . . Am I better than Vinyl.”
“Much!” Beaux said between gasps, kissing the top of her head. He scoffed, “At least I finish with you.”
Octavia's afterglow fell off instantly. “What do you mean?”
Hymn leaned up to look at his mare. “Well, I mean, with PON-3 I never cum.” Vinyl jumped in surprise as her door was suddenly bucked open.
I Get Off With a Little Help From My Friends.
Vinyl pulled off her headphones and scrambled onto her feet at the thunderous boom of Octavia bucking open her door. She was backed up into a corner by the charging earth pony before she could say a single word. “YOU'VE. NEVER. MADE. THIS MAN. CUM?!” Octavia shouted accusingly in a voice that terrified, and on some level thoroughly aroused, Vinyl that she'd never heard before. “After all the times that you've just had your way with me, stopped me from what I was doing to make love, rode my face, and made me taste the leftover flavor of your OTHER LOVERS, you don't even have the COMMON FUCKING COURTESY to bring your partner to orgasm?!” She growled less than an inch from Vinyl's face. Both the pegasus standing awkwardly in the doorway and the cornered unicorn both were shocked and slightly aroused by the long winded accusation.
“Well, yeah, that's what a dick on call does!” Vinyl said smirking, trying desperately to divert the outraged glare of the beautiful violet eyes. “They're there to service my needs. They.” Her explanation was cut off by Octavia slapping her full across the face. Both the unicorn and the pegasus were stunned into silent stillness by the deafening pop. Vinyl stared wide eyed in genuine fear of her oldest friend at the unexpected violence. Octavia stood glaring down at her, Vinyl only now noticing for the very first time that the earth pony was a few inches taller than her.
Before she could do or say anything Octavia closed the distance between their faces and slipped her tongue into Vinyl's mouth. In one fluid motion she slipped her thin skilled hands up Vinyl's torn t-shirt and began twisting her pierced nipples. Vinyl's yelp of surprise became a moan of pleasure at the unexpected contact. Hymn stood gawking in the doorway, his recently used penis coming back to life in his pants. The white unicorn's terror got lost in Octavia's intense ministrations. The grey mare released one breast and slipped her hand smoothly into Vinyl's tight black shorts. She began to rub the unsuspecting clit with a violence as if she was attempting to speed run her orgasm. The DJ was dazed, as just as soon as it had started, the wonderful attentions ceased utterly.
Octavia pulled away from the cornered mare and snatched something long and plastic off of a dresser. She slipped behind Vinyl and forced her down onto her knees. Vinyl's head snapped back on her neck as the determined mare resumed her licking and twisting and rubbing, now with the added assistance of the vibrator, turned up to full power, grinding mercilessly against her clit. In the very small part of Vinyl's mind that wasn't being bulldozed along by the juggernaut of stimulation, PON-3 felt both utterly confused and conversely vindicated. Her little Via had chosen her over some scrub! It was odd that she'd been so angry about it, hot though it had been. Yet here she was, violently pleasuring her right in front of the man that she had supposedly chosen instead of her.
Vinyl hadn't noticed the approach of her DOC, caught up in the expert manipulation of her love buttons as she was, until she felt the throbbing cock buried to the base in her mouth. Her scarlet eyes snapped open with shock at the pressure on her throat. Before she could pull away the vibrator slipped inside her and squirmed around. Octavia pressed her hand against the back of Vinyl's head, forcing it back and forth on the throbbing member. She growled in an undertone that neither had ever heard the grey woman use before that made both of their genitals quake in fear, “So help me Luna, you are going to bring this man to orgasm!” Octavia pulled the head off the dick and Vinyl gasped for breath.
Before she could protest she felt a particularly hard twist to her nipple that forced a throaty moan from deep down in her diaphragm. The grey woman slipped the cock back into her own mouth and both of the people trapped in her sexual crusade were enraptured by her expert attentions. Vinyl momentarily forgot her distress from watching the woman she loved expertly deep throat the dick while making every nerve in her body scream. This wasn't the usual passive sex she usually had with Octavia. No, this was a woman on a mission, and nothing was going to stop her.
The thought was uncomfortably arousing to the usually so dominant Vinyl. She allowed her head to be shoved back onto the dick, and was surprised to find herself obediently sucking on it. Hymn Beaux had stood in a torture of cognitive dissonance. He had been deeply worried that he had been caught up into helping his girlfriend sexually assault her roommate. He'd been building up the willpower necessary to remove his dick from the pair of beautiful mouths, but upon feeling DJ PON-3 begin actively sucking his dick, his fears were relieved and he began thrusting deep into the white woman's throat. Vinyl felt the orgasm coming on and her body relaxed in expectation of the thunderous trembling that was about to overcome her. Which is why she was rather jarred when suddenly all the stimulation ceased, leaving her precariously close to the edge. She felt like one in a hot tub at a ski resort suddenly thrown out into the snow.
The vibing inside her pussy stopped. The twisting on her nipple piercings stopped. Even the cock in her throat, that had been oddly pleasant to be forced to suck by the domineering woman, was removed abruptly. She felt a firm stinging slap to her ass. “Oh no Vinyl. Not this time.” Octavia chided as if to a misbehaving child. She took several deep sucks on her lover's cock to punctuate her point. Vinyl watched in almost envious rapture as the six inches slid smoothly in and out of the elegant grey neck. The unicorn could see her throat bulge slightly with every suck. Vinyl hissed with the violence of the unexpected resumption of the intense stimulation. “You don't get to finish.” Vinyl screamed with pleasure as Octavia yanked her hair back. Her scream was cut off as the cock was shoved back down her throat. “Until he does.”
Vinyl's red eyes went wide with fear. Octavia had brought her to the razor edge of climax, and had stopped a runaway train on a dime. The cellist could play her pussy better than her instrument, and she'd gotten it into her grey head to edge her until someone she had sex with specifically BECAUSE he never came, was brought to orgasm. She'd been given an impossible task, Six Inch NEVER came! That was their whole dynamic! Did Octavia know, and was just torturing her, or was she just going to be stuck there forever on the edge of climax? She wanted to tell Octavia, NEEDED to tell her that Six Inch was renowned for his lack of climax, but she couldn't get her body to cooperate. Octavia's dancing fingers on her breasts, her expert use of the twisting vibrator grinding against her G spot, her long smooth tongue tracing lines up and down her white neck, it was all too much! She couldn't stop!
During the onslaught of oral sex from the two stunningly beautiful women, Hymn Beaux's mind was preoccupied with having an introspective moment. He wondered to himself when the continuous escalation of arousing scenarios would end. First Octavia had fallen head over heels for him, then she had brought him to orgasm, now DJ PON-3, the woman who would never shut the fuck up in bed, was slobbing on his nob. His eyes went wide and his penis throbbed inside Vinyl's throat. “Holy Luna on the moona!” He thought to himself, his hands wrapping around the back of Vinyl's head. “PON-3 can't talk! PON-3 CAN'T TALK!!!” He began to actively fuck the unicorn's face.
Octavia watched her lover begin to enthusiastically fuck her roommate's mouth and was surprised to find herself becoming aroused. Before it was simply a matter of propriety that drove her to make Vinyl reciprocate giving her lover an orgasm, but now, seeing the handsome young man staring wild eyed at the kneeling, moaning, spasming unicorn as he buried his cock to the base against her lips, the earth pony found herself feeling slightly envious. She ceased her ministrations on her roommate for just long enough to seize Vinyl's double Symbian from under the bed. “Love!” She whined in a sensual voice that not even Octavia herself had heard her use. “Don't forget about me!”
With a considerable effort Hymn tore his eyes away from the unicorn's face, her chin dripping with saliva. “Huh? Oh, right. . . Sorry.” Octavia began to enthusiastically bury the cock in her throat.
Vinyl, finally being relieved of the intense stimulation and the obstruction in her mouth, coughed and wiped her mouth. “Discord's taint Via! You fuckin cra. HURK!!! NNNNMMM!!!” Her half rebuke, half praise at her beloved's new found sexual dominance was cut off by Beaux slipping his dick back into the unicorn's throat, and Octavia turning the vibrator up to eighty percent intensity forcing a throaty moan to resound against Hymn's cock.
“Don't talk!” Both the pegasus and the earth pony scolded simultaneously. Beaux got into a comfortable rhythm of humping Vinyl's face for long enough for her to need air, then letting Octavia have her turn while she caught her breath. The grey woman's moans added even more stimulation to the enthusiastic oral sex. Octavia resumed her ministrations on the unicorn, twisting her nipple piercings exactly the way she liked, and lowering the intensity of the vibrations when Vinyl got too close to climax. She found herself thoroughly enjoying the sensation of sharing the vibrator while having her throat fucked. Vinyl was held captive by the merciless attack on every nerve in her body, for the very first time in her life she was being actively denied orgasm, and was begging, pleading, desperate for her DOC to break her most sacred rule so that she could get off.
During one of Octavia's turns she noticed the body language of her lover, meaning he was nearing orgasm, and desired to climax with her lover. “Alright V, now remember to hold it on your tongue and show him how much you appreciate him! Oh!” She had to grit her teeth and throw her head back as she turned the vibrator all the way up. Vinyl heard the order and just a bit of her old demanding personality came back to the front of her mind. No! This isn't how this was supposed to work! Her lover's were supposed to get HER off! She wasn't supposed to reciprocate! That would mean they were equals, that she had a responsibility to them. If she cared about someone else's pleasure she might catch feels for them! She tried for a split second to reassert her sexual dominance, but right that moment the stimulation she'd been craving hit her clitoris like an artillery shell and sent her rocketing over the edge.
Both women trembled violently on the vibrator the moans momentarily caught in their throats. Hymn Beaux fucked the unicorn's mouth in fast shallow thrusts until he reached a painfully intense climax, his cock burning as he pumped shot after warm shot into Vinyl's mouth. Vinyl felt the cum fill her mouth and her mind went blank. She'd broken her biggest rule, she'd been used for someone else's pleasure, and. . . She loved it. She knelt in utter rapture, the pool forming in her mouth being her entire universe in that moment. The cock was removed and the last few pumps began to dribble down her chin. Vinyl couldn't think of what to do, still trembling from the aftershock of the climax, reflexatorily not wanting to spill any of the semen that Via had told her to show him. Thankfully for her, the uncertain unicorn was extricated from her awkward situation by the woman she loved leaning forward and lapping up the extra cum.
Octavia kissed Vinyl deeply and began lapping the cum out of her mouth with her long tongue. The unicorn's eyes rolled back on her head and she melted into the kiss, allowing Octavia to take what she wanted. Hymn, who had been on the point of passing out, watched this scene unfold in awe, his painfully throbbing cock springing back to life. “Not yet apparently. The parade of increasingly arousing scenarios has not yet ended.”
Octavia turned and showed the cum in her mouth to the man she loved before swallowing it to show him her empty mouth. “Well V, swallow it like a good girl.” Vinyl had to mentally prepare herself and gulped hard. She gagged momentarily, but showed her empty mouth to a man whose name she hadn't bothered to learn. Beaux was about to pass out from the sheer abuse to his dick and his notions of his own sexual prowess, but he heard the voice of his princess turned succubus purring to him that brought his mind back into focus, “Well my love.” She laid Vinyl down on the bed and spread her pussy lips with her long grey fingers. “V was courteous enough to bring you to orgasm. Now it's your turn to return the favor.” Hymn suddenly gained the adrenaline fueled energy of those in a crisis and forgot all about his exhaustion.
The pegasus got on his knees and began running his tongue over the unicorn's lips. PON-3 sighed with relief at the change in dynamic. Finally, something she could handle! “That's it bitch, eat that fuckin. Mmmrphh!”
“Don't talk.” Said both Octavia and Beaux simultaneously, the latter stopping His attempts at cunnilingus, the former placing her pussy against the offending mouth. Octavia held Vinyl's hair and began grinding her clit against the unicorn's mouth. Hymn resumed his ministrations. Vinyl, unable to resist the earth pony's new domineering attitude, began obediently sucking on her clit. Despite not being the one in charge she felt some relief that Octavia had to stop mercilessly mashing her love buttons to give Six Inch a turn. Her pussy needed a break. Her eyes went wide when she heard. “No no love! Vinyl prefers strictly clitoral stimulation. Smaller circles. More tip, less flat of the tongue. Oh, and, one moment.” Once again, using a strength Vinyl had never before observed in the earth pony, Octavia placed the pegasus on his back and the unicorn squatting over his face. “And she likes to maintain eye contact.”
“No. How? Why?!” PON-3 thought to herself desperately. “Why does Via have to know all my hot spots?! . . Because we've been doing her for half our life. . . Shit.” Vinyl was held captive by the cunnilingus as the woman she loved instructed the man she tolerated in properly eating her out. Normally she would sit sprawled out on a couch, holding Beaux's head, mocking him for his lack of skill while simultaneously preventing him from serving her properly. Now, however, he was receiving a master class in pearl diving from the one person in Equestria who knew her body best, and what's worse, he was an excellent student. She hadn't come all the way down yet from her last climax, so she hovered dangerously close to the next orgasm. Her thighs quivered next to Hymn's face. She was monetarily relieved of her discomfort by Octavia turning her chin up to look at her.
“What did I say V? I was nice enough to bring you to orgasm.” Vinyl's view was limited to Octavia's picturesque pussy, her soft stomach, her large shapely breasts, her domineering smirk, all leading up to her piercing violet eyes staring down at her, and her mind went blank. “Now return the courtesy.” Vinyl had to gasp for breath in her aroused state. Between the woman she loved finally initiating sex, or having her precise tongue techniques employed by a larger mouth, the unicorn's mind was flooded with new sensations and unfamiliar feelings. She dove forward and began passionately licking the lovely lady bits without regard to technique. Octavia's head rolled back on her neck, and she ran her long skilled fingers through Vinyl's blue mane. “Good girl!” She cooed in a breathy voice.
Octavia surveyed the chain of cunnilingus she'd formed and an unfamiliar feeling crept into her mind. From her vantage she could see the man she loved pleasuring her roommate, and there was something enthralling about it. On some level she wanted him to be there. She wanted Vinyl, always so cocky, so demanding, to be shuddering with pleasure, her face buried in her crotch. It aroused her in a way unlike anything she'd felt before. She felt the sensation coming to a head and she pulled firmly on the back of Vinyl's head. “Alright love, time to finish up.” She'd never once had the discourtesy to cum in someone's face, but the way Vinyl was looking up at her was simply too perfect of a target to ignore. “And V, close your eyes.”
For one final time PON-3'S usual need for control leapt to the front of her mind. She screamed mentally for herself not to be used for other people's pleasure, but she felt herself leaning forward, mouth open, eyes only lightly closed. She was horrified to find she wanted the squirt, she needed the squirt, she thirsted desperately for the woman she loved to spray all over her face. She was happy to be there. There was nowhere else in Equestria that she wanted to be. The climax hit Vinyl right as the gush of fluid splashed against her cheeks and up her face. Her eyes snapped open and a moan burst from her throat. The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was the woman she loved, her piercing violet eyes staring gloatingly down at her, as she continued to stroke the last few convulsions out of her pussy.
Vinyl flopped exhausted onto the bed, gasping for breath, her pussy still quivering. All of her nerves screamed at the abuse they'd undergone. She stared unseeing at the ceiling, her head spinning. Her focus returned when she felt something being attached to her pelvis. She looked down to see Octavia's favorite strapon sticking out from just above her still quivering pussy, the reward vibe resting gently against her clit. The proper earth pony had never once even DREAMED of saying something so vulgar as which marital aid she preferred, but Vinyl had taken note that the grey woman always moaned loudest when she used it. Before Vinyl could ask why she'd prepared for more coitus when they were clearly done, Octavia mounted the mound of silicon and Vinyl was silenced by the pleasant buzz of the reward vibe.
Hymn had been led in a daze, his face still coated with PON-3's fluid and soaked with sweat, to behind the gray woman. Octavia was clearly in charge, so he silently obeyed her instructions. Octavia mounted the strap on and spread her ass cheeks, inviting in the man she loved. He slipped his shaft inside her and watched in awe as the muscles in her back stretched and contracted as her anus clenched against him. Instinct took over and he began to slam himself against the large plush cushion that was Octavia's ass. Vinyl's attention was enthralled by the look of sheer joy on the face of the woman she loved. At best Octavia had always responded to the stimulation, if not just tolerating Vinyl's advances, but now the grey woman seemed actively happy to be there.
Vinyl watched in awe as Octavia's long raven hair was gathered up together and used as a handle so that the man in her ass could more easily bounce her off of his pelvis. It seemed almost sacrilegious for Six Inch to touch the long silky hair that Octavia always kept in pristine condition, yet the look of utter sexual bliss on the earth pony's face made Vinyl want him to pull out all the harder. A feeling Vinyl had never felt before took hold of her. During her entire sexual career it had always been the role of her partners to pleasure her. She only ever stimulated others when it stroked her ego to watch them squirm and writhe under her expert touch, but now she actively desired to see Octavia receive as much pleasure as possible. She wanted to see Octavia being stuffed in both holes, she WANTED Six Inch to pound her ass as hard as he could.
Vinyl's horn lit and Octavia yelped with delight as her nipples and clit were magically stimulated. Hymn heard the change in Octavia's tone and decided to pound the final nail into the coffin. He slapped the large grey ass as hard as he could and shoved Octavia straight into roaring convulsions. The grey woman trembled head to toe as she bellowed in a tone neither Vinyl, Hymn, nor the woman herself had ever heard her use. She spent several long moments simply squatting on all fours, clenching the bed sheets hard in her shaking fists. Finally, after an eternity of squirting and clenching and trembling, Octavia flopped forward, gasping for breath, a quivering smile stretched across her love drunk face. “Oh V, you simply must try this!” She slurred as she shakily dismounted the strap on.
Vinyl didn't argue as the martial aid was stripped from her. She allowed herself to be double penetrated, first by the woman she loved, then by the young man who made her little Via feel so good. If out would make her Via feel good to watch her get fucked in the ass by Six Inch, then it was worth it. Beaux slipped gently inside the, surprisingly to him, rather tight ass and began sliding gently in and out. Vinyl's breath grew labored as the two began to thrust harder and harder into her. The unicorn leaned forward and the two women shared their tongues with each other, Octavia reaching up and groping the white breasts that squished against hers. “Mmmm. Nice isn't it, but wait, this is the best part.” Octavia leaned around Vinyl's head and called out to her lover. “Alright love, do the mane thing.”
Instantly the entire mood died inside of Vinyl. It had been one thing for Six Inch to pull Octavia's mane, it was hot to see her bent backwards and screaming, but nopony, BUT. NO PONY. Touched PON-3's mane. It took three expert level grooming unicorn's an hour once a week to cast the layers of color, shape, and hold spells that made her mane look the way it did. She'd specifically demanded the cost of her grooming be put into her contract. Nopony touched her. “OH FUCK!” She reflexatorily screamed as Hymn gathered up her mane and forced her head back on her neck, her spine arching as she did so. Octavia had firmly thrust the dildo into her melting pussy at the same moment, and the combination of forces hitting together simultaneously flung Vinyl into an intense paralyzing orgasm.
Vinyl had to gasp for air, bent as she was at the awkward angle, as the two trust violently into her. Beaux gave a firm slap to Vinyl's jiggling white ass that made her clench on his cock. From the angle he was holding her mane Vinyl could look into Hymn's determined sky blue eyes. She became fixated on them. For the first time in all the times they'd fucked they didn't have that slightly glaring, resigned look of someone who didn't want to be there, but had no other choices. They had the look of someone who was doing what they wanted, and knew they were good at it. For the very first time he wasn't giving her like a grateful simp, he was fucking her like a man, and it was good. Really good! UNBEARABLY GOOD. She realized suddenly that she wanted him to do to her what he did to her little Via, and a crushing guilt began to fill her soul.
Octavia looked around in confusion as suddenly the grip on Vinyl's hair loosed, the pounding stopped. “What? What's going on? Love why did you stop? V? What's. . . V!!!!” Octavia was shocked to see tears streaming down the sides of Vinyl's face. The earth pony could count on one hand the times she'd seen Vinyl cry, so to see it now shook her to her very core. “V! V shush now. V what's the matter? Didn't you like it? It's because he pulled your hair isn't it? Oh V I'm so sorry. I enjoyed it so much that I forgot how sensitive you are about that sort of thing.”
“No, it was great. I loved it! I!. . .” She liked between them both. “I love you! Both of you!” She hid her face at the shameful truth.
Octavia gently but firmly pulled Vinyl's hands away from her face and held it still. “Oh V, is that all? But of course we love you, don't we Love?”
Hymn Beaux did a double take at the insinuation. He looked from the goddess who broke his curse, to the woman who he believed didn't even know his name. He sighed as he saw the proud PON-3, always so cocky, so brash, so sexually fulfilled, looking hopefully at him, tears streaming down her face, a bit of his cum dried on her chin, and his heart melted. “Well, I've put up with you for years and barely gotten anything in return. If that ain't love, I don't know what is.”
Vinyl turned back to Octavia, “But you. Mmmmf. . .”
Octavia gently removed her tongue from Vinyl's mouth. “Of course I love you V. I've done more for you than most wives do for their husbands for Luna's sake.”
Vinyl's tears redoubled and she threw herself back into the kiss. She slipped the dildo back into herself and began to bounce on it. “I love you!” It felt good to say it. She let Beaux slip back into her ass and she backed herself up against him. “I Love You!” She shouted. It felt wonderful not to fear it anymore. “I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I! LOVE! YOU!” She threw herself against the two as hard as she could, desperate to express her love in sexual intensity, screaming her love at the top of her lungs.
Her screaming was cut off by Octavia using her earth pony strength to hoist Vinyl into the air and slip her tongue into her mouth. “Though you do have a terrible habit of talking during sex that's rather unpleasant.” The three spent the rest of that afternoon making sweet passionate love, Vinyl seeming to be utterly insatiable in her new found love. The evening ended with Beaux's seed leaking out of six holes, the pegasus testicles throbbing with over exertion. The three slept in a passed out heap together on Vinyl's bed, their various fluids dying on their coats, forming them into one continuous mass of foul smelling flesh.
I Get Off With a Little Help From My Friends.
Vinyl stood at her sound throne, bobbing her expertly styled mane to the beat as ponies hooted and hollered at the beautiful woman dancing mostly naked on the raised platform, almost everything right in her world. She sighed contentedly as she watched Octavia's breasts jiggle and sway as she moved about for all to see, smiling at the fact that everyone in the audience envied her in that the woman dancing loved her. She decided that she'd waited long enough, and picked up her phone. At the bar a smirking Hymn Beaux sipped his beer, idly watching the woman he loved shaking her fantastic ass. “You know Beaux, there's other girls here. Girls you might actually have a chance with.” Brandi said, stealing jealous glances at the fantastically beautiful woman who had every eye in the bar on her.
Hymn nodded absent-mindedly. “Eeyup.”
Brandi frowned at being ignored. “Ya know.” She traced an elaborately painted fingernail along the rim of Beaux's beer. “My breaks in just a few minutes. Maybe I could uh. . . Relieve that tension you got. Ya know?”
The pegasus pulled out his phone and smirked. “Sorry Brandi, I'm on call tonight and I just got summoned.” He showed the barmaid the phone and her jaw hit the floor.
The text he'd just received said, “Hey Boo, Via won't stop winking at me. Get up here.” The barmaid was not staggered utterly by the text however. What shocked her to her core was the fact that the background screen of his phone was a picture of PON-3 and the woman dancing, naked, splattered with fresh jazz, breasts pushed together, both kissing the sides of what was very clearly Beaux's cock. The shell-shocked woman followed the man she'd mocked so viciously for so long the entire way across the dance floor to the sound stage. Hymn scrambled up on the platform and Vinyl kissed him happily, another staggering sight to the barmaid.
Octavia waved to the crowd with a bashful grin on her face as she stepped off of the stage. “Well! I'll be the first to admit, you are right V. When you can't directly see them it IS rather fun to ‘show off.” She kissed her pegasus and her unicorn. “Well, you've got me all worked up, do you have time for a quickie?” She removed the remote vibrator from her quivering pussy and returned it to the grinning DJ.
PON-3 grinned at her two favorite ponies in all of Equestria. “For y'all two? Always.”
I Get Off With a Little Help From My Friends.
This one has sex in it I promise!
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.
