A Musical Summer Night

This doesn't look very much like a dressing room. For a start, it's not small. It's more like a great living room, or a fully separated party hall. Cozy ambiance with a way quieter music playing, couches, mirrors and hanging rails. There's even a mini-stage. And it catches your eyes pretty quickly, but you're quite sure Octavia standing on it is to blame for that. She has one hand on her curved hips and the other coiled around a pole. Was she practicing some dance before you came in? Anyway, she's looking at you with a ravishing smile.

"Do we have our winner here?"

You nod, while you spot Vinyl, legs crossed on a couch further away, looking at you through her tinted glasses. She grabs a remote and changes the music for something more relaxed and suggestive.

Octavia comes down the stage, and you spot her heavy breasts bouncing as she steps closer to you.

"Well aren't we lucky with a cute one right from the get go. What's your name?"

You tell your name, adding with a bit of shake in your voice that you're happy to meet her. You even add that you're quite a fan of her work, but she's already right in front of you before you have time to end your sentence.

She's taller than you – and the high heels aren't the sole reason for that – as her left arm reaches above your shoulder to close the door behind you. However, she doesn't remove her hand, leaning slightly above you. Her beautiful purple eyes look at you from behind her small glasses as she smiles.

"Nice to meet you too," she almost whispers. "I'm sure you're a great fan of us. If you are here, it's because you are actually our biggest, after all."

She's so close. You can see every detail of her fur, you can smell her subtle lavender perfume, you can see her massive breasts going slightly up and down as she breathes. The light in her eyes, the softness of her lips, it's overwhelming you with thoughts.

"Looks like he's a shy one," she notes with a gentle giggle that sends your mind away for a second.

You nod slightly and she comes even closer, pushing her voluminous breasts against your torso, as she breathes a quiet and sluttier:

"First time?"

You feel the blood rushing in your face, among other places, as you rapidly nod again. It doesn't seem to bother her. In fact, it only makes her smile wider, her ears moving back a little, as her eyes take on a more motherly look.

"You know what's going to happen, right?" she teases you, her right hand gently caressing the back of your own left one, making its way up your arm.

You stutter that you know. Before adding with embarrassment that you wished for it before you knew it was the actual reward.

She giggles again and the fact that you're the one making her giggle is still out of this world for you. And terribly arousing. Her hand comes to your cheek, gently going in your mane for a brief instant, before she lets it slide down your torso, the tip of her fingers caressing it and sending shivers in your lower belly.

"We'll take good care of you if you take good care of us. And I'm sure you only want to bring us that."

"I-I do," you answer. You wanna take care of them the whole night, and even more.

Her hand lays on the bulge which has been torturing your pants for a while now, as she whispers in your ear:

"Can't wait to see you at work."

She moves her head back a little to devour you with lustful eyes, the palm of her hand rubbing you gently through your clothes, as she looks to measure how deep along your leg it goes.

"Can I see it?" she asks, playfully pleading. "I really want to see how big it is."

Your breath gets heavier and you're more than glad to answer yes. You wait for her to unzip your pants, but instead she turns her head to Vinyl and says:

"Care to help our new friend unpack here?"

Vinyl's horn glows blue and, before you know it, your clothes get teleported away, revealing your whole body. Once free, your shaft jumps up and quickly encounters Octavia's hand as well as the side of her hips. Her eyes immediately look at it and her face quickly goes from kinky to speechless.

"Oh my..." she murmurs, going from the tip with her fingers, to the bottom with the palm of her hand.

"S-Sorry?" you feel obligated to say.

"Don't be!" she assures you, still a bit surprised, caressing your shaft from underneath to get a good sense of its size. "Don't think I've ever seen one that big."

"Really?" you think to yourself. It's not like you have many points of reference. Yeah it's larger than in the porn stuff you watch, but of course the one in porns would be smaller than average. After all, the goal isn't to make viewers ashamed of their sizes, right? But Octavia seems to think otherwise.

Even Vinyl leans out of her chair to check on your arm-length cock, only to look politely impressed. So you guess they might be right. Which fills you with a weird but great sentiment. And when you see how the mare in front of you is reacting, that feeling only gets stronger.

But Octavia quickly gets back her composure, and you can feel the caress of her fingers and the glove only gets more sensual once she has overcome that discovery. She slides her hand up and down, in a careful and long stroke feeling way better than anything your own hands ever brought you.

"It's a real shame you never got to use it before," she says, her voice soft once again. "But I'm happy to be the first."

Your boner only gets even harder because of that, sending your shaft all the way up to her breasts. You're also happy she's going to be.

She giggles, leaning against you even more, putting your cock on her side so she can keep on stroking it gently along its length. Before you know it, her lips are pressed against yours. The feeling is enticing. Her breath is calm yet heavy and warm. Your heart melts as much as her soft mouth presses against yours.

She leads and you let her do so. It's not like you got any idea of what you're doing anyway. But she does. And she does great. Pushing a bit more against you, in a lovely fashion, she takes your right hand and places it on her breast, inviting you to explore it.

You don't hesitate this time, guided by your instincts and desires, you caress her, feeling the roundness that you wouldn't even fully grasp with two hands, let alone one. It's squashy, malleable and pleasant to the touch. Her coat feels like silk. You explore her and get a nice sigh of enjoyment in return from the gray mare.

She strokes you a bit faster, and it feels even better. Her fingers are so thin, they get around your shaft effortlessly. They can't fully circle it, you're too thick for that, but damn is she trying.

Her lips suddenly move away from yours – to your dismay – her tongue poking out to lick herself, devouring you with lust as she whispers:

"Want me to take care of that?" while bringing your horsecock against her. She sees you nod with need and follows: "Somewhere more comfy maybe?"

She tilts her head towards one of the couches nearby. But you have another desire right now, so you say no. You want to see her on her knees in front of you, but you keep that to yourself since it's a bit embarrassing to say.

Octavia smiles at you, giving you another brief kiss, then moves back a little to let your cock take its rightful place between you and her. If she were to take it between her breasts, it would poke a bit out of them. As if reading your mind, she directs your manhood right between them, looking at you with amusement, before laying a kiss on the tip.

"I love dicks with a rounded flare poking out like yours," she teasingly says.

You don't know what's hotter there. The fact that she admits to like dicks, or the fact she said such a crude word? Or the simple compliment? Either way, it gets a bit of pre to leak out of your shaft. And Octavia looks more than happy to get her tongue out and lick it away.

She tastes it, looking pleased with it, grabbing your cock with both hands. While stroking you up and down nicely, she gives out a few more gentle kisses, circling the flare. You can feel her lips pressing with care on you, with a slight aspiration. She starts to go down along its length, quickly switching from kissing to licking, getting your legs to shake a bit from that new sensation.

She explores your length with fingers and tongue alike, finding sensitive spots you didn't know you had. No throbbing vein is left untouched – she seems to enjoy running her tongue along them – and your median ring isn't left out either. As you drool even more, your member becomes covered in sweet saliva applied with love.

Octavia pulls down on your penis to bring it to her level and you look at her. There she is, on her knees, caring for you with her tongue, massaging the tip with the palm of her hand, head next to your shaft, while her other hand is making its way to the base. What a sight. You breathe in suddenly as she passes her hand around one of your testicles. She caresses it, barely able to handle it with one hand, lifting it a bit. Is she weighing it to see how much you have to give her?

"How much do you even cum? I know stallions like to know that about themselves."

You hesitate and she presses a bit on your ball. Not enough to hurt, just enough to get the answer out of you:

"A-Around half a liter I'd say b-but... Only when I do it..."

"Feel like it could be more with me?" she smiles at you, the lust in her eyes almost screaming that it would make her happy.

You nod. She looks at your balls with a distinct hunger, before getting her eyes back on her current work.

"How long are you? I didn't get the result from the machine, just who won."

"F-Fifty eight centimeters last time I checked...? And about twelve wide at the largest part."

"Here?" she says while kissing right under your median ring.

You breathe and nod yet again. Octavia shifts herself a bit and ends up facing your tip. her hands right below it, firmly keeping you at her level.

"Don't be afraid if you wanna take the lead, alright hun?" she kindly says to you. "I don't mind if I choke a bit on that beautiful thing. Or a lot."

She gives you a playful wink before opening wide and swallowing your tip in one go. It's warm. It's tight. It's moist. Everything you've ever imagined, but better. She works her tongue around your flare, rubbing the crown and right under it. You can feel her breath as she sighs in delight. Her eyes are growing less playful and more horny by the second.

Her lips start to move around you, gently. Your heart pounds, your cock throbs in sync. She strokes you with both hands, her lips too but with a different rhythm. Her saliva builds up in her mouth, every time your flesh is going out, you feel a sudden rush of cold air on it because of the humidity covering it.

You can tell you're already at the beginning of her throat, you're hitting the back of her mouth. She barely took you in but it already feels so nice. She's making little noises every time she breathes out, you can sense her desire to take in more of you. Her eyes are still locked on yours.

She plays around for a moment, teasing out a deeper exploration of her mouth, before she finally indulges in her desires, shoving your cock deep in her throat with one swift movement. It's even tighter here. A moan escapes your mouth. She hears it and looks at you with a naughty smile. She swallows on you, the saliva going down her throat, muscles moving around you, sucking you in more. A taste of what she's about to do.

Without any further warning, she grabs your waist with both hands and begins to move up and down on your cock in long and passionate suctions, almost releasing your tip each time, only to swallow you even more the next second. Her lips work wonders, her throat tightens up at the right time, and she gets close to the largest part. You didn't think her mouth could open so much, but that's the least of your concern right now. You're leaking out like crazy, as you lean against the door, panting.

She's breathing quicker than before. She picks up pace in her blowjob. But it looks like she can't go past your throbbing median ring. She's been hitting it a few times but never went past it. Her mouth is at its limit, and it takes a hand grabbing yours to make you notice it.

She puts your hand on her head, gagging slightly on your shaft as she has stopped moving, her lips right against your ring, looking at you with waiting and almost pleading eyes.

You bite your lip, grabbing the back of her head with both your hands, ready to help her. She starts to move again, moaning gently, enticingly. You note her rhythm and push on her head when she goes down on you. At first without much strength, but it's not enough, so you pull harder and harder on her. You want your cock as deep as possible in her. You want to shove the whole thing in her. What started as you following her pace is now you dictating it. She gave it to you, and you're making her move faster and faster, as pleasure rises.

Eventually, you thrust at the same time she's slamming against your ring, successfully shoving the thing in her mouth. The rest of your cock follows right after it down her throat and soon, Octavia's lips are pressing against your base in a moist and muffled moan. She grabs your thighs gently once more as you enjoy the feeling of complete warmth for a few brief seconds, before remembering: You're not done yet.

Keeping a firm grip on her head, you go in and out of that throat in quick small thrusts. You're feeling close. Her nails dip in your skin a bit, you hear her choking with every thrusts. She said it was fine, didn't she? So you don't stop, lowering your eyes to meet hers, only to realize what kind of gaze she's giving you. Her eyes are barely opened, looking right into yours with unconstrained lust and heat. Right now, for her, the world stops at you and your cock pounding her mouth. That's all she wants. That's all she needs. The swaying of your hips, your cum. Her nose is covered in saliva, as she's been drooling against your base since she first got here. You even feel it running on your balls and to the floor.

You pant, you moan, you slam her one last time, pushing yourself as deep as possible, before unleashing your semen down her throat as well as a noisy sigh of intense pleasure.

She swallows greedily. You're too deep for it to matter, but she still does it, providing one last proper massage to your cock as your seeds make their way in her stomach. You never cummed like that, this much, with such intensity. But she doesn't let any drop escape her mouth. You enjoy the moment, unaware of how much time really passes during this orgasm. Your grip goes weak, and so do your legs, forcing you to lean against the door even more.

She's still choking on you, but she makes sure your orgasm is over before even thinking about moving back. When she does so, it's in a long and slow manner, sucking all the way up to the top to empty every last drop out of your urethra, finally releasing you, leaving you with a clean albeit somewhat moist member.

It takes you a considerable effort to not fall on your ass. Your legs are shaking, but you feel good. Oh so great, even. Octavia's catching her breath in front of you, her eyes wandering a bit before meeting yours again. She smiles and giggles, still panting:

"That was more than half a liter."

"S-Sorry," you blush.

"That's fine, sweetie. As long as you still have more."

"I-I just need to catch my breath."

You don't want to disappoint her. You came here to spend the night doing stuff with her and Vinyl, not to get a blowjob and then faint! Even if that was a great blowjob. Your concern and desire to satisfy them must be visible, since Octavia says:

"If you ever get too tired but want to keep going, Vinyl has some stuff for that, don't worry. I'd just like for you to not have to use it right away."

"I-I'll be fine! Earth ponies have stamina, after all."

"Oh yes, they do," confirms Octavia with a spark in her eyes. She is an earth pony too.

She stands up, grabbing your hand.

"What will it be next?"

You hesitate, looking at her, then at Vinyl, still lying on a couch a couple meters away.

"Don't worry about her," reassures Octavia, putting a hand on your cheek. "She'll get her turn, she knows it. Follow your desires, this night is yours."

You focus back on the pretty gray mare caressing your face.

"Shall we give you a proper first time?"

Earlier, you would have blushed so much. But you're feeling a bit more confident now, and more intimate, weirdly enough. Your cheeks only turn a slight pink.

"That's why I'm here, T-... Octavia."

"Call me Tavi if you wish," she smiles. "Who do you want? Me or Vinyl?"

"Y-You," you answer without much hesitation. Vinyl is a beautiful mare, and you'll definitely want a turn with her – or as many as you can get, even, and especially if you can have both at the same time – but Tavi's hips are a lot more inviting. And she's been so nice up until now.