Chapters Was this really a good idea?
To be honest, you don't know why you're here. It sounded fun, didn't it? A "naughty summer heat party" thrown by the best DJ around, that looked nice, right? Even for a stallion like yourself, a shut-in barely able to keep a conversation with a mare going, be she sexy or ugly.
So here you are, in that dark and yet flashy nightclub, in the middle of a loud party, surrounded by people way more acquainted with this than you will ever be. Is it too late to notice you're probably the guy with the most clothes on? Like, every stallion here is at least shirtless. Some even only wear trunks. The most drunk ones, you notice. That party began probably two or three hours ago, it took you at least that much time to convince yourself to show up.
But, your eyes are drawn to the mares rather than the stallions. A great assortment of tight clothes, underwear, bouncing breasts and shaking asses. One passes right next to you, wearing what can only be described as a red bikini that nicely shows all of her curves and hides just enough for your mind to do the rest. She goes by, a beer in hand, spilling a bit on herself, joining back her group of friends. Well, you don't know if they are her friends, but she seems to get along well with them.
Yet, your eyes are quickly drawn back to the stage. Behind the DJ set, busy making her soundtrack as dance inducing as possible, Vinyl Scratch. Her white body looks almost purple under the neon lights, a great spot behind her plunging her silhouette in a dim magenta glow. She shakes her head around, under the beat of her own music, sending her electric blue hair flying left and right. And so do her breasts, albeit with a bit of delay since she needs to keep her hands at work.
She isn't wearing much. On her top, only two patches of black tape you thought only existed in porn movies are put in a cross on each of her nipples. The rest of her finely sculpted and slightly muscular upper body is left for your eyes to devour. Well, if there wasn't a couple of meters between you and her, as well as a stage and a DJ set. But you also know she is only slightly covered down there as well, you spotted a black pantie on your way in.
But, the reason you're here is also on the stage. And much more in view as she is, after all, the main attraction of the show. Standing in front of the crowd, singing along with all her lungs in the mic, swaying her hips around, giving winks and blowing kisses at whoever catches her attention at that particular instant. Octavia Melody.
While Vinyl's body sure looks nice, as does pretty much every mare around, in your eyes – and in many others – nothing beats Octavia's voluptuous curves. She's quite a tall mare, which only serves to increase the amplitude of her movement, when she dances around, swaying those breasts, each bigger than her own head – maybe twice as big? – and shaking that round ass of hers in rhythm. She looks gorgeous with her gray coat so well maintained that it shines under the lights, her long dark hair flowing behind her.
She spots the same clothes as Vinyl, two pieces of black tape in a cross in front covering the bare minimum of her bosom – and her patches seems a lot bigger than Vinyl's, yet, you're not quite sure, but you piece the glimpse of an areola still showing despite all this. And what's covering her bottom half lets you enjoy the roundness of her thighs.
She also wears long gloves probably made of leather, going from her biceps to the first phalanx of her finger, leaving the tips free to wave at the crowd. And her legs are also fully wrapped in tight black leathery thigh-highs. To complete the pictures, she's in high heels. How's she even dancing with them with so much flesh around the bone?
It's not how you saw her in photos, but she's also wearing black glasses with no lower-half metal parts. You're not used to that, but it sure does something to you. And looks like it's a real crowd-pleaser as well. It gives her a more mature, serious and yet all the while lustful look. But her great and lovely purple eyes do most of the work here, probably.
Just as you look at them, for a second, it seems like they are looking back at you. Your heart skips a bit. She's looking at you. She's smiling at you. And not with purity. Her gaze is telling you to leave behind your inhibitions, to just enjoy the party, the song, her voice, her body. Have fun with everyone. Have fun with her.
You don't have time to enjoy that encounter for very long. Her eyes go away, looking for another lost soul to bring to the party, for another heart to seduce. Still, it takes you a moment to admit that it's over and for your heart to go back to normal. Well, as normal as it can be when seeing that beauty so exposed on the scene.
As you begin to look for a place to order a drink, you hear Octavia say in her mic with a smile:
"Don't forget tonight's special after-party. Only five minutes left to get measured near the bar if you haven't already!"
You don't understand right away, but you quickly see what she's talking about. Near the counter where you were heading, there's a box, like a booth, in front of which stands what you assume to be the responsible for that "measure" thing Octavia said.
An after party, huh? You think to yourself. Looks like there's a selection process, so that means less people. Which means more occasion to see Octavia even closer, and in a less noisy environment. Anyway, it's worth a shot. Sure, you're not tall, but you're pretty above average, you're going to pass before many people here.
You go up to the stallion waiting with his arms crossed, attempting a little nervous:
"So, er... Can I try?"
"Sure," he answers, shrugging, stepping out of the way. "Get inside, shove your thing and tell me when I can activate the whole damn thing."
You're not sure you quite understand what he's referring to, but you don't run the risk of asking for clarification. You'll probably understand when you get in there. Plus, he doesn't look like the patient type.
So you go behind that curtain, inside the booth. And there's pretty much nothing, aside from a hole at the height of your waste, a tube covered in small cushions on the inside.
It takes you a second to understand. But the whole atmosphere of the place you've been in for a few minutes now helps you to the right conclusion. In your head, it goes a little like "Oh, so that's what they are measuring". The second you realize it, you blush heavily.
"Hurry up in there", yells the stallion outside. "And when you're ready, put your hands on the top where I can see them, I don't want any cheating."
Well, this is unexpected. And embarrassing. What do you do? You can't just leave, that would be ridiculous right? He would yell even more for wasting his time and put the focus on you. Should you just ask to do the measurement without anything? What if they keep a record of the result and everybody starts to call you "zero centimeter"?
You don't have much choice then. Making sure the curtain behind you is closed, you unzip your pants. Seeing Octavia on stage got you almost half hard anyway. You carefully align yourself with the hole and push your shaft in it. It's just about wide enough to accommodate you, but you manage to get in it to the base. The cushions are soft and fresh, the thing probably auto-cleans itself or something. Thank Celestia, you won't be infected by the last weirdo that got measured in it.
Putting your hands on the top of the both, you stutter:
"A-Alright, measure."
"Took your sweet time."
You're not sure with the ambient noise, but you think you hear a switch. The cushions suddenly tighten up around your cock, gently rubbing it and getting you hard in no time. Then, you feel them settle around your shaft, with a light vibration, before everything goes back to normal.
"Alright, you're good, when you get down you can go out," says the stallion on the other side. "Don't make a mess in there, alright?"
You extract your now erect shaft, still a bit unsure about all this, nor are you about what you feel. Shame? Excitement? Both?
It takes you a few tries and a good sequence of deep breaths to get your thing back in the pants where it belongs, but you manage to do it in less than a minute. You get out of the booth and the stallion hands you a ticket.
"Your number. Don't lose it."
You thank him, looking at the ticket. A small head-shot photo of Octavia smiling is on it, with the number 72. If that's in order, that's quite a few competitors you have here.How many will they even select? You also keep wondering why they measured that of all things. And your brain imagines a lot of pleasant answers. Seems like everyone here is aware but not you. Probably an announcement they made earlier, while you weren't here.
You finally go to the counter, sitting on one of the stools, when the music stops. Everybody turns to the stage, as Octavia finishes her last held note. Everyone claps her performance, and she responses with a slight and amused bow, before grabbing back her mic:
"Thank you all. I hope you enjoyed the show with your ears and your eyes. It is time for us to retire from the public stage. But not before announcing who will be the lucky big guy that will get his own private stage with us."
The crowds whistles and giggles, as more blood suddenly wants to make its way back down your manhood. One winner? And a private session with both of them? Your naughty brain had hopes, but you thought that's all they were: hopes.
A screen goes down atop the stage, right above Octavia, as she continues:
"Who's ready to see his number show up?"
All the guys yell with enthusiasm. Their girlfriend, less, for some. Others are all the way with them, and a few are even more into it than they are. Your heart is racing with anticipation. You don't want to expect much, but you can't help yourself.
"Drum roll please," says Octavia to her friend.
Vinyl smiles, probably amused by her singer's passion for dramatic effect, and launches a drum roll sound effect. On the screen, the number rolls, rolls and rolls. And then, it stops, as Octavia happily announces:
"And it seems like we'll be meeting number 72 in more detail tonight!"
A lot of the stallions present grumble in disappointment. but a bunch of others take it with a laugh. But you. You can't really move. Is this real? Like, not a fake? Or a joke? You look at your ticket to check, then back at the screen. No, it's yours.
"So, number 72, please come to ourdressing room in a few minutes. And for the rest of you, thank you again for coming and having fun with us. Hope to see you at our next show."
The lights on the stage fade a bit, but not entirely. Vinyl and Octavia leave by the back.
Some people leave, others regroup at the bar or at some tables on the sides. Looks like another artist is about to take their turn on stage. The night is still young, after all. But you're still on your stool, and still incredibly in disbelief.
A part of your brain takes the invitation though. It's you. In a few minutes, you're going back there and... and...
Your fantasies run wild. But you're also thirsty. You turn back to the bartender, thinking a bit, before ordering something alcohol-free. No way you're going to let your mind be clouded if you're going to live what you think you're going to live.
Your drink comes. You empty it. And before you know it, a few minutes have passed. Octavia was vague, so how much should you wait? Can you even wait longer?
Ah fuck it. Better too soon than too late, especially for that! You pay for your drink, get up and walk to the side of the stage, where the door to the backstage is located. A few stares are going your way, but you don't pay much attention to them. The stallion from before guards the door and looks at you, arching an eyebrow.
"You're serious?" he asks as if he doesn't believe you're the one.
You show him the ticket he handed you earlier. He looks at it, then shrugs again, before opening the door.
Without the need for him to tell it, you follow him in the corridor. You both pass a few doors, before getting to one with a purple treble clef and a black double note on it. The stallion knocks, before leaving.
You hear a warm and soft "Yes? Come in." from behind the door. Taking a deep breath and trying to calm down your heart a bit, you grab the doorknob and go inside.
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.
Her fingers intertwine with yours, and she brings you further into the room, to the nearest couch where she throws you, making you sit as she gets on top of you in a rather bold way.
She sits on your lap, astride, her face close to yours once again, looking like she's back to being a bit more playful.
"First, we need to get you hard again."
She moves back a bit, freeing your hand, holding her breasts up to your face. This close, you can clearly see the areola not fully covered by the black tapes.
"Care to free them for me, dear?"
You have no idea if that'll help you to get back up, but no way you're not going to decline such an invitation. Your fingers quickly make careful work to remove the tape. In fact, it almost falls off on its own once you touch it.
Finally, you can see them in full. Octavia's breasts, nipples fully erect. How can she even hide them when she's wearing normal clothes? The areolae are as large as an apple, only drawing your eyes even closer to their center.
"Do I have to ask you to play with them?" giggles Tavi, seeing you contemplating her bosom.
You apologize quickly, grabbing them both in an instant. So large, so heavy, so good to touch again. You squeeze them more firmly than before, getting your mare to bite her lip to refrain from moaning. You could play with them for hours without getting tired, but you have a better idea. You bring one to your mouth and give it a tender kiss on the nipple, getting a soft giggle out of Octavia. Is that how she takes it? Fine, then. You open a bit wider and suck it in, with a good portion of the areola.
Her reaction is much different, gasping a little "Ah!" and grabbing your head. Not to pull you away, but to encourage you.
"Oh, now you're getting into it."
Her nipple rolls under your tongue, and every time you stimulate it, it gets a little shiver out of her.
While you were giving her tender flesh the attention it deserves, unbeknownst to you, she put a hand in her back, reaching down to your shaft and began to play with the tip with her fingers. And as you realize playing with her breasts indeed helped you to get full of vigor again, you also feel your shaft pushing up onto something really soft and moist.
You look up, and Octavia smiles at you, gently rubbing her intimacy and plumpy bottom along your shaft. You let go of her breasts, at the same time you can feel your flare caressed by the softness of her tail. And your partner runs her fingers along the back of your head, saying:
"You'll get to play with them all you want, but for now, you have a virginity to lose."
Well that's a way of saying it you never thought you would hear from a mare, especially from her. But you can only nod with excitement and a bit of apprehension.
"Want us to do it like that? Or from behind, or standing up, on the stage or-"
As she teasingly lists all the possibilities, you catch her by surprise, pushing her down on the couch, getting on top of her with a little amused yelp coming out of her.
Your face is barely in front of her that you feel her arms gently wrapping around your neck as she giggles:
"Alright, alright, you're in charge for this one."
She spreads her thick legs enough for you. This is it. You're going to make love with that beautiful mare. Your heart is racing, your cock pulsating, and she's staring at you, deeply, waiting and wanting.
And you don't want to make her wait this time. You adjust yourself on her, going down a bit to align your length with her pussy, giving it a timid glance. She's dripping. When did she even remove her underwear? Probably when she got on you. But anyway, you start making your way against her.
She bites her lips, as your glans touches her lower ones. It's going to be a tight fit, but a fit nonetheless, you're both committed to that. So you push your throbbing flare against her dark gray entrance, feeling the resistance coming from her warm flesh. You keep on going, stretching her gently around your shaft, and you're finally in. That boiling and moist place, welcoming you, begging you to sink deeper, to force yourself into it even more.
Octavia breathes out shortly, doing her best to relax around your massive shaft, gripping your neck slightly, while her eyes can't let go of yours.
You feel like you're melting in her. It's soft, it's tender and most of all, it's just the start. It's not too long before you start moving in and out of her, after plunging a few centimeters in. That's barely anything for you, but you feel like her insides need some time to accommodate your size, judging by the nails that sank in your neck when you pushed too deep in one go.
But with every thrust, you reach a bit deeper, her body surrounds you a bit more, and her breaths become moans.
You reach an end, about twenty-ish centimeters in, and a moan becomes high pitch, as Octavia holds you close for a moment.
"W-Why did you stop...?" she asks.
"I-I thought I'd hurt you o-or something," you stutter.
"N-No risk of that sweetie. You're making me feel good. We choose the biggest one for a reason, don't be afraid, dear."
She smiles at you, thought a tad panting. Noticing a last bit of hesitancy in you, she hammers with lust:
"Mess me up all you want, darling."
That gets your blood rushing, and you give her a good thrust, a real one, down her vagina, pushing against the end you felt before.
"Aaah!" she moans, her head arching slightly backwards.
Even like this, she sounds like she's singing. And it's the most beautiful music, as you begin to pound her, giving rhythm to her noises. Every time, you sink a bit deeper in her wet place, every time she goes one note higher.
Your body dances on top of hers for a moment, as you alternate between searching for your breath and thrusting in the beautiful mare below you. Never has your heart been like this, it almost hurts, but it's so good. You don't want it to end. Seeing the face of Octavia, THE Octavia, shaken with pleasure every time you plunge your cock in her pussy. Her breasts bouncing up and down ever more as you put an increasing amount of your weight in your hips.
Her whole insides are tensed around you. You don't notice it at first, but something seems to be rubbing against your belly with each thrust.
As you're about to plunge the last centimeters, she suddenly wraps her legs around you and pulls you in, slamming your entire shaft down her pussy. She arches back and moans louder than before, and you have to grind your teeth to not just cum on the spot when your crotch slams against hers. Those thighs sure have strength, as she contracts them a bit to push you back, only to smack you in again, getting a moan out of you.
Looks like she got lost in her own pleasure, as she now tries to make you move again. But for you, it's just a sign you're doing well and that you have to keep it up.
You secure your position with your arms and legs, before giving that sweet girl the plowing she deserves. Your hips go crazy on her, your balls slap against her ass-cheeks, and then suddenly.
"F-Fuck it's s-so big!"
She didn't moan that. She yelled it with melting pleasure, gripping your neck even tighter. She can't even look at you, head arched back, but you're not missing any of it. Just like you realize the thing rubbing against your torso is actually her deformed belly. You're so deep in her that your cock is reaching her breasts, but the angle makes it slightly more oriented towards you. Each slam of your hips makes her body jump back a little and another yelp of pleasure bursts out of her mouth.
Her tenderly muscled insides get the best of you. After a few seconds that felt like hours, you sense your slapping balls give in and releases the biggest orgasm you had in your life. You plunge one last time in Tavi's sweet pussy before unleashing your load of thick semen, groaning and grunting of pleasure making their way through your clenched teeth. Octavia contracts around you in a cry of pleasure, locking you in, her legs pressing your hips even closer as well.
You pump even more seeds in her than you did in her stomach. Yet, she doesn't let any drop escape. While your muscles are slowly released from the pressure you built up in your pleasure, you and your lovely partner are trying to catch your breath. Octavia is even letting some moans escape her mouth while she's trying to recover from her orgasm.
"S-Sweet Celestia..."
As her gaze is wandering aimlessly, you surprise her when your hand reaches for her head, before giving her a tender and full of love kiss. You feel her hands clenching a bit when she's caught off guard, but her attitude quickly goes back to a passionate one, as she joins you in the kiss, caressing your cheek.
Yet it only lasts a few seconds, you're still panting and need to breath more. You let go of her lips, and she rests her head back on the couch, looking at you with warm and affectionate eyes. Purple sparkles are dancing in her eyes, and you can see them forming a faint heart shape.
"I might need a bit of rest after that one," she says with a calm voice, despite still being a bit short on breath.
"M-Me too, that was-"
You don't get to finish your sentence. Something suddenly grabs your whole body and lifts you up in the air gently. Octavia giggles and lets go of you, while you just wiggles your arms in the air, failing to grab something else. Your shaft slides out of her tender vagina, before you're turned around, when your eyes finally get to meet with Vinyl's glasses.
"Hope you have the stamina for more," Octavia wishes you with a gentle laugh.
The DJ is still sitting on another couch, while she brings you closer, levitating you by magic. You try to act like you didn't totally forget about her during your coitus with Octavia.
"O-Oh, hey hum. I might need to-"
She hushes you with a finger on your lips. You're close enough that you can see her eyes behind the glasses, and they don't look angry. More like a "sit down, kid, I'll take the lead" look. And, indeed, she sits you down next to her, before cuddling against you. The finger still on your mouth slides to your cheek, holding your head in place for her to come and take a kiss from you. Her lips aren't as thick as Octavia's, but that smallness also feels great. She's less passionate, but all the more horny. Her body is pressed against one side of your and her slim figure only makes her muscles stand out more. Breasts against your arm and torso, she also feels a lot lighter.
Her tongue reaches out to yours, getting a taste of it, while in the meantime, her other arm is sliding down your belly, towards your still dripping but mostly flaccid cock. It doesn't stop her. Soon enough, fingers are exploring your stallionhood in a gentle yet active way. From the tip to the base, and all the way down to your balls. She kneads them carefully but with determination. She wants to make you produce more for her.
You breath out heavily during the kiss, searching for the strength required to be hard once more. The will is there, your brain agrees, weirdly enough. You have another beautiful lady to please. Other holes to fill.
Vinyl stops the kiss and rushes down to your crotch, quickly kneeling in between your legs, straightening her upper body. Is she going to...?
Oh yes she is. You can't even finish that thought before her breasts are settling on each side of your shaft. They are not small, yet they can't even quite circle it entirely. But that's still an unbelievable sight. Vinyl Scratch is giving you a boobjob. And she's also licking your cock, savoring the leftover fluids from your earlier mating with her partner.
As she's pressing her breasts up and down your penis with her hands, her horn glows and she lifts her glasses, staring at you with her bright red eyes and a smirk. Welp, that's it, you're hard again. And she was so confident about it.
Your cock is quickly cleaned by her eager tongue, or at least would be if her tits weren't spreading back some of your cum on it. She's using it as a lubricant, making her titjob all the more soft. You can't get your eyes off of that view. Breasts going up and down around your shaft, almost to the top, which is getting soft kisses all over it.
After a minute or two spend like that, trying to catch your breath and to relax in the couch, while she works her firm and moist wonders on you, she suddenly gives a way more pronounced kiss to your tip, sucking in greedily what was left of your semen in your urethra, plus the pre you began to leak again. The kiss slowly turns more erotic and caring once she has swallowed the leftovers.
Vinyl's tongue probes against your flare, giving it a few pokes and licks, before she starts to circle it. Her eyes are not looking at yours anymore, she's focused on your cock instead. And you can guess, by the look of it, that she's evaluating if she can even take you into her mouth.
Suddenly, her horn begins to glow, grabbing your hand by magic to put it on her head. But before you even get the time to grab it, her head lowers drastically, making you moan. She gulps your cock as best as she can, but, alas, she barely got you in her throat.
You get the message and after a quick moment spent recovering, you grab her head firmly with both hands and resolve to make her move by force. Up and down your shaft, you can feel she always wants to go in deeper every time you shove her back around your penis. So you push even harder, trying to get as far as you can in her tight and moist throat.
Her titjob has stopped, as she's now fully focused on taking you without choking. Which isn't a full success, since she makes so much noise you're pretty sure someone could hear her through the door. But she's still asking for it. The suction of her lips gets increasingly hungry. And, well, it just feels too good to stop, doesn't it?
Firming your grip up, you slam her down on your cock, reaching the deep end of her throat, making her eyes roll back a little as her lips come and kiss you crotch. But you don't stop there. Carefully avoiding her horn, you start to use her mouth as an onahole. Going up and down your shaft, thrusting your hips against her muzzle, hearing her choke and feeling her muscles contract around your cock every time she does.
You begin to lose yourself. Using that cute mare's throat like it's just a toy for your own pleasure, seeing her pupils become smaller with each of your thrusts, only to go back to normal once you move her head back. Like a beating heart. Like your heartbeat. You make sure she moves at the same rhythm.
You lose track of time, panting heavily, your muscles a bit drained from all the action you already had before. Your hands become more gentle in spite of your own desires. Doesn't look like she minds though. She's still sucking you with passion, rolling her tongue against the base of your shaft. The less rough you are, the more she can focus on that. It also lets you enjoy the view a bit more and realize how lucky you are. Maybe you should do something for her?
As you think that, you suddenly feel a lot of pressure being applied on your balls by two hands, sending the muscles in your legs crazy. Nope, definitely not the time to think about that!
Seeing your reaction, she eases her grip a bit and kneads your balls with much more care, allowing you to breathe out. You get your revenge when your fingers run along one of her ears, making it twitch.
You rub it a little and she coughs a bit, losing some focus. You smile, getting an idea.
Grabbing both her ears, you stand up as quickly as you can, massaging her ears so that she doesn't react fast enough and she's easy to move. Before she knows it, her head is resting against the couch and you're pounding her throat without any restrain. Her own hands become less assured in the massage, she's pretty weak to what you're doing to her ears, and having her throat being treated like a fucktoy surely doesn't help.
This time, you don't lose track of time, because you don't get much of it to enjoy Vinyl's mouth. You're already pretty sensitive from before, and now her lips are just making a vacuum around your shaft as you move. It's not too long before you moan and shove your dick as deep as you can before unleashing another fat orgasm.
Vinyl's wide opened eyes focus back on your crotch with shock and surprise. She gulps, coughs, and some of your semen gets ejected from her nostrils. But you're not moving back, she's swallowing!
After a few seconds of your cum being poured down her throat, you slowly let go of her and move back. She gets a new breath once enough of your rod is out, still coughing a bit. But she seems to have taken it well, since she quickly looks at you, mouth open, tongue out and covered in your seeds. She swipes it on her lips, collecting even more drops of your white cum, before swallowing it right in front of your eyes.
It's arousing, but your legs can't take it anymore. You let yourself fall on the couch again, your legs by her head's side.
"S-Sorry I got carried away," you apologize, even though she doesn't seem to mind.
"A virgin's ardor," a soft voice suddenly says right by your ear.
You jump a bit, turning to find Octavia sitting right next to you, smiling.
"We told you, we're yours for the night," she continues. "We wouldn't say that if we couldn't take it."
"S-Still."
She hushes you with a brief kiss, before whispering:
"You're just so adorable, worrying about us like that."
She's giving you bedroom eyes again, and you lose yourself in her sparkly purple stare a bit. But it's short-lived, as Vinyl clears her throat. Octavia giggles.
"I know, he's yours still. And by the look of it, he's still up to the challenge."
Her eyes drifted on your cock saying that. You're hard again, faster than before, and you know why. The simple fact she wants you for herself, that they are almost fighting for you – well, not really, but it's clearly how your brain interpreted it – is just filling you with lust.
Octavia stands up, her tail swaying slightly.
"I'm going to take a shower. Then I'll hit the bed, waiting for you two to be done."
She waves at you both with a smooth hand gesture, before leaving you two, rolling her hips and catching your eyes with her plumpy ass-cheeks.
Vinyl stands up, turning to you, when you realize.
"Wait, I'm sleeping with you both?"
The mute unicorn smirks at you, as if to say "Damn, you're that slow, huh?", before sitting astride on your lap. Her arms wrap around your neck, as her lower belly comes pressing against your shaft. Before you know it, her lips are pressing against yours, in a deep and lovely kiss. She tastes a bit savage, but you're not sure how much the smell of your own cum is to blame for that. Better not think about it too hard.
Something else is already hard anyway, and Vinyl is pressing her whole belly against it in a needy fashion. Your hands fall on her lips as she lifts them. Thank Celestia, it looks like she wants to do the riding. Your legs wouldn't be up for another session of thrusting and pounding. You're not even sure how your cock managed to get hard so many times. But your balls don't even feel sore at all, like they've been waiting for this your whole life.
The kiss gets broken. That's how high Vinyl has to put her intimacy to reach your tip. Almost in front of your eyes, when you realize her panties are gone. That wet and white pussy, with its noticeably blue inner lips. A few hours ago, even that sight would have been too far from your dreams. And now, hers and Octavia's are all yours to fuck.
They go down on your shaft. Not slowly at all, Vinyl is sick of waiting for her turn. The moist and tight pressure of her insides slide down around your cock, sending shivers in both you and your partner's body.
Clearly, she isn't used to your size. You're barely in, but you can already see a bulge form at the bottom of her belly. Her skinny and muscular frame offers an inside narrower than Octavia's. Not that you're complaining, especially when her cervix comes poking against your flare.
"T-Tight..." you breathe out.
Vinyl bites her lips, seemingly taking it as a compliment and... a challenge? Before you know it, she's pounding her cervix against your cock, taking you in deeper and deeper, stretching her own body around your stallionhood. Her face is shaken by a quick spasm every time she slams her belly down on you. And every time, your dick makes a more and more pronounced deformation in it.
She's quick. You used her mouth, now she's using you as a living dildo. Hands firmly gripped on your shoulders, her hips start to dance on you with the strength of a needy mare. Her breath becomes quicker, warmer, heavier. She's not even looking at you, eyes lost in her own pleasure.
While you're shaking a bit from your overwhelmed, over-sensitive, pussy-reshaping cock, you get a good grab on Vinyl's ass, thrusting her down firmly one time, enough to send her bending backwards a bit. She didn't expect you to fight back in your state. But you don't have much more in you. You're out of breath and she's quickly recovering, spasm from her muscles massaging your rod.
She straightens back up, looking at you with her tongue slightly out. Her hips only get wilder from that point on. She slams down her vagina around you, stretching it a bit more every time she takes a few more centimeters in her, soon reaching her breasts. There's barely any room for you in there, she's so firmly tight, and the movement of her waist only makes her muscles contract and press even more around you. It could almost be painful if it wasn't that good.
She's enjoying herself as well. Her breath is quick, warm and heavy. Not many sounds come out of her mouth, but she still produces some high pitched ones.
It's not long before you yield, leaving yourself at her mercy. The room becomes filled with your exhausted moans, her pleasured breaths and the constant, repeating, unrelenting sound of her hips clashing against your crotch.
Clearly not the night you expected. But not one you would take away for anything. You look at the beautiful mare bouncing on your cock, breasts jiggling, stomach deformed up to her bosom. Too bad her head is arched back, you can't look at her beautiful red eyes.
You're shaky. Every time her insides wrap around your throbbing shaft, it sends another shiver down your body, pleasure tainted with soreness. Your eyes roll back slowly, overwhelmed by everything that has happened and is still happening.
Suddenly, you feel it. Your orgasm is coming, as your voice becomes higher again, raising with your pleasure. Vinyl seems to know what's up. She slams herself more slowly but with much more strength, getting every last inch of cock she can have into her. Her nails sink into your shoulders, she grits her teeth. You cry more than you moan, unleashing your seeds for the fourth time tonight, down the DJ's womb, while she herself climaxes around you, gasping and almost freezing on top of you.
You're out of breath. And you're struggling to get it back. Not after a few seconds, nor a few minutes. Vinyl has relaxed on top of you, and her face is now visible again. She's looking at you with joy and... pride? As you're wondering what her expression means, her hands reach for your cheek and, before you know it, she gives you a prolonged and tender kiss. It is less selfish than the one before, where she was just trying to have her own fun with you and get you into the mood. Here, it's one of appreciation, thankfulness and simple affection. It's still Vinyl, so the kiss isn't as passionate or sensual as Tavi could do, but she's clearly showing you a softer side. One you didn't expect from her.
Once that surprise is gone, you slowly embrace her, your legs shaking together. She snuggles against you, her now slightly rounded belly getting in the way a bit. But you both savor this moment, progressively coming back to your senses, getting your calm and breath back.
After a while – you don't know how much time – the kiss is broken, and Vinyl gently extracts your flaccid cock from her vagina. Quite a bunch of semen comes out with it, spilling on the couch and floor. Vinyl laughs silently. And you giggle a bit with her, drunk with happiness.
She stands up, looking at you with way more kindness than her cold, almost uninterested attitude she had before. She offers a hand, you grab it, getting up carefully. Your legs are weaker than you expected, but you manage to stand on them. Walking is going to be a whole other task, though.
Vinyl's hand is still grabbed onto yours and she begins to guide you out of the room, carefully, making sure you can walk alright.
You're yourself too focused on your legs to notice where she's leading you. It's only when you stop that you realize it's not the same room. This one is more cozy, comfy and girly. Not that everything is pink or whatnot, you just can feel that this is a place where two girls live, not two performers. Drawers, clothes, makeup desks, as well as an assortment of decorations, combining the personal touches of Octavia's and Vinyl's personalities. And, of course, a bunch of toys and dildos.
You blush heavily. This is your first time in a girl's room, and you're in such pleasing company. As you look around a bit, Octavia comes in by the door behind, only wearing some black undies, carrying a mug in her hand.
"I see you've survived my girlfriend's hornyness," she says with a little giggle.
So they are indeed girlfriends, like the rumors said. And they were just looking for some fleshy pleasure.
"Y-Yeah, but I don't think I can do much more for now."
"Yes, I figured. That's why you're here. We all need a good night's sleep, and you need this."
She hands you the mug. You take it, looking at the liquid inside. Some kind of infusion? It's warm and doesn't smell half bad. But still, you silently interrogate Tavi about its content.
"It's just a little something to help you recover during the night. Don't worry, there's no weird substance in it. Just some herbs."
She smiles. Well, you have no reason to doubt her. So you drink it. Hmm, tastes a bit like chamomile mixed with tea. Not bad. And your body needs some energy right now.
While you drink, Octavia goes to the bed. The patterns on the bed sheets represent musical notes and partitions. Blue and purple. Tavi goes under the blanket, Vinyl joining her from the other side.
They both look at you with a smile that makes your heart melt.
"You're coming?" Octavia asks.
You nod, finishing your mug and putting it on the nightstand next to Octavia's glasses. You're about to climb in the bed when you feel something touching your whole dick at once, briefly, sending a shiver down your weakened legs. Vinyl's horn turns off after she's done cleaning you up with a tissue. You clear your throat, a bit embarrassed that you didn't think about that, but it's already forgotten.
They're clearly leaving room in between them, so that's where you go. Sneaking under the blanket, they both quickly come against you, in a hug that you're pretty sure half of Equestria's colts would kill for. But, for tonight, that warmth, those bodies pressed against yours, those soft and magnificent eyes, they're all yours.
"So? How was it?"
You look at Octavia, a bit unsure as you answer:
"Well... Better than I expected, since I didn't envision my first time being with you two."
"I must say, for a virgin, you're quite the nice stallion."
You're not sure what this is supposed to mean, but it gets a small laugh out of you.
"Thanks, I guess. Is this, like, something you do on the regular?"
"Hmm, no, that's the first time," she honestly says. "We've been together for about a year now and, even though our relationship is going much better than with every colt any of us had, we were just... missing something."
You look at her, trying to understand. You guess:
"Toys are colder than stallions?"
She giggles again, even Vinyl chuckles a bit.
"That's part of it, yes. Spells can only go so far. The feeling of something alive inside is hard to replicate. But that's actually not the main reason."
Vinyl pouts overtly, seemingly doubting her girlfriend's words. Octavia admits:
"Well, right. It is one of the main reasons, that's why we set up the whole thing as a size contest. But also..."
She slides a hand on your chest, caressing it slightly, in a way that makes your heart shiver.
"We just miss the warmth. The hands. The affection. So we settled on a solution: let's find someone to fill that gap, for the both of us. It's better than to look around on our own. And it goes without saying that stallions are usually way more interested with a two-for-one deal."
Her last sentence was said with a little playful smirk and you can't help but blush, as you've been found out.
"I admit it," you say, reaching an arm behind each of them, hugging them tighter against you. "I don't think many would resist any of you separately, let alone as a duo."
"You clearly didn't."
Vinyl smiles as Octavia gives you a kiss on the cheek. Her hand goes to her partner's over your chest.
"I think it's about time to rest?" she says.
You yawn, nodding. Yep. Your heart is filled and happy, just as they are. You all deserve some rest.
Getting a bit more comfortably installed in the bed, you prepare yourself mentally. You're going to sleep with these two beauties, and it's going to be great.
Hope you don't snore. Fuck, that would be lame.
Just as you close your eyes, Vinyl's head comes resting on your chest as she turns off the lights with her magic. You smile, caressing her mane with one hand, rubbing her ear a bit.
Octavia's hand holds onto your other one. She's looking at you, you can feel it. She softly whispers into your ear:
"You know... If you ever wake up during the night feeling a bit horny... Our bodies are still yours for the night. You can do whatever you want to us, even if we're asleep when you start."
You're not blushing, you're completely red. How come she still has so much sensuality and hornyness in her voice!?
With that said, she rests her head next to yours, finally closing her eyes.
"Goodnight," she says, adding your name afterwards.
"Goodnight Vinyl. Goodnight Tavi."
Dreams take you away. As one did about an hour or two ago. You're way more exhausted than usual, so it doesn't take long.
Author's Note
Next two parts will take a bit of time to come. (This project was started in August, just to give you an idea. When the theme was way more appropriate...)
Part 6 - In the dark of the night
It's weird waking up with someone in your bed, when you've been used to sleeping alone for years. It's even weirder when it's with not just one, but two beauties. But the thing that completes the weirdness is the fact you woke up with Octavia's plump ass right against your crotch. Not something you ever expected to feel one day.
Your body naturally turned towards her during your sleep, you have an arm right around her waist that you almost pull back instantly when you notice. But that would wake her up.
Vinyl's face is pressed against your back. Okay, maybe she's the one that made you turn during your sleep.
They're both asleep. Judging by what little light passes through the shutters, you guess it's still the middle of the night. You feel a bit tired, but not that much. Way less than the times when you fapped on your own before bed. Could it be because of the infusion Tavi got you?
As you ask yourself that question, you look at the dimly lighted body in your arms. Octavia's gray coat, her long dark mane so close to your face you can smell her shampoo, the soft contact between your skins. All under the barely visible neon light filling the room.
But, of course, your attention inevitably goes to her breasts. That massive bosom, right next to your arm. Their fat nipples. She did say you can do whatever you want, right? Even if she's sleeping?
Time to put that to the test. Gently, you move your hand until it reaches her breasts. You knead it, slowly, appreciating its shape, its bounciness, the weight, how much it squeezes under your fingers. Kinda like a stress-ball, but way better.
Her breath gets a little heavy for a second, as you play around with that wondrous curve. Just toying a bit with the nipple is enough to get your stallionhood up for some fun again. Looks like the infusion got its effect right. You slowly rub yourself against Octavia's ass and back. The fact you can do that is still out of this world to you.
She breathes in suddenly, in a shiver, before opening her eyes. She immediately looks at you, with only a sleepy surprise. When your eyes meet, when she sees your desire, she smiles and gives you a gentle but brief kiss on the lips.
"Naughty colt," she whispers.
"Can't help it," you say, grabbing her breast more firmly.
She bites her lips, pushing her ass against the base of your shaft, rubbing against it slowly. Sounds like she's up for it.
You roll with her, on top, still rubbing against her back. She giggles a bit.
"Don't wake Vinyl. She won't let you sleep until morning otherwise."
"Is that a threat or a promise?" you playfully reply, standing up on your knees, a quick gesture of your hand inviting her to raise that flank.
Which she does, presenting her ass to you, lifting her tail so you may get the best view possible. You help yourself, grabbing her two round cheeks and spreading them apart, getting a nice look into what the lusty mare has to offer. Two dark and sweet lips and a small but quite noticeable backdoor.
Your eyes stay locked on the latter one. You consider it. You only got one night, you can do whatever you want. And with her, nonetheless.
Would that be too much to ask? You look at her, then notice on the nightstand, right next to her glasses: lubricant. She planned for it.
"Enjoying the view?" she asks, seeing you take your time.
You certainly are. But you also nod your head towards the lubricant. She looks at it, smiles and grabs it, handing it to you. Once you take it, she grabs her pillow and crosses her arms around it, holding it against her muzzle, ready to muffle her soon to come noises.
Better prepare her well. You open the bottle and take a generous amount of lubricant on two of your fingers. With care, you apply it on her precious place. As soon as the liquid touches her, she shivers. Probably because it feels a bit cold. Drawing small circles with your fingers, you gently push some of it inside. Her ass-cheeks contract, her hole winking against your index and middle finger, as you hear her breath out against her pillow.
Slowly, you push inside, spreading the lubricant onto Tavi's inner walls. She tenses up a bit, but lets you do your work, trying her best to keep her tail on the side and her small tail trail lifted. You rub your fingers inside, in and out, gently, making sure you reach as deep as you can to prepare the way. Even if, well, you barely reach a quarter as far as your cock could do.
Once you feel her entrance is ready enough, you remove your fingers, getting a little spasm out of her legs. You take the bottle again and put it upside-down above your cock, before pressing on it like you're spreading sauce on a hot-dog. Once that's done, you grab yourself, stroking your shaft with both hands, making sure every last square inch of meat is lubricated.
Octavia is watching you do it. Her eyes are locked on your cock, with heat and soft desires. She swallows her saliva in anticipation. She knows you plan on going in balls deep. And she's imagining what it'll do to her.
You rest your penis in between her buttocks, grabbing them again, rubbing yourself with them. Your veins touch her entrance, and she tightens a bit each time.
"Should I be more gentle with this place?" you whispered, remembering how she asked you to mess her up earlier that night.
She nods shyly, getting her mouth of the pillow to answer:
"A-At least at the start. I-I'm not used to that kind of caliber here."
She's way less assured than before. Not afraid or anything, but still more sensitive. Well, better not mishandle her then. You wouldn't want to hurt that oh so desirable mare.
Moving your hips back, you rest the flare against her husband hole. It twitches a bit, almost as a welcome. You gently press against it and Octavia immediately buries her muzzle back into her pillow.
Firmly holding her wide hips in place, you take a deep breath and push in. The lubricant helps a bit, making your movement a bit smoother, but still. You have to put quite some strength in it just for her ass to start spreading around your tip.
She shivers, her nails sink into the pillow, she does her best to be relaxed as you slowly push your arm-thick rod down her hole. The head finally goes in, and a couple of centimeters get shoved in right away, as you get caught by the sudden easiness of penetration. It's tight, it's warm, a nice ring is circling your rod. You hear her breath out against the pillow.
A little back and forth gets a quiet moan out of her. Which only invites you to do it again, while shoving a bit more of yourself pass the widening entrance. You feel her muscle rubbing against your throbbing vein, as she takes another deep breath in. She can't stop shivering while you make your way inside her.
Little back and forths become long and passionate thrusts into Octavia's hot insides. Words can't really do justice to how tight yet easy to slide in her ass is. Your median ring quickly passes, followed by the thickest part of your rod. Octavia breathes in a little squeal, eyes widening, but she's not stopping you at all. The rest of your shaft is quickly swallowed down to the base, as your crotch meets with the gray mare's plumpy ass. All this punctuated by a muffled moan.
You're stretching her, there's no denying it. And in a way she probably never felt before. You can feel your flare poking through her upper belly and in between her breasts. Through it, you sense her heartbeat, heavy, quick, and impatient of what's to come.
You lean on her, grabbing her breasts in a gentle yet assertive way, giving her another stimulus she wasn't ready for, as she spasms briefly when you do it.
Feeling a bit cocky, you playfully whisper into her ear:
"Hold tightly onto that pillow."
She doesn't get the time to look back at you. You hammer your sentence with a quick and deep thrust, sending her neck to tense up, while she refrains a new muffled moan. And before she can recover from it, you do it again. And again. And so begins the dance of your crotch against her round rump, moving back a few centimeters each time, only to plunge them back right away.
Being on top like that, having her breasts in your hands, her body exposed, her hole at your mercy, hearing the noises she's desperately trying to cover with her pillow. It does something to you. It fills you with something primal. You don't want to be too rough, but you want to be rough. Just the sound of her ass bouncing against your hips, it makes you wonder how much they would clap if you were going at it seriously.
For now, you contain yourself to a simple, nice, fast-paced pounding. And it's already great in its own way. Her insides grabs you, draws you in, wraps around you, almost begging for your cock to come back every time you pull out, even slightly. The bulge rubbing against your fingers is a nice bonus, and so are the long moans of your partner, always cut short by another thrust.
You knead her breasts, enjoying the pleasure you're getting from fucking that hot mare in the butt. It's so vulgar, but it feels so great. From virgin to doing the sexiest mare around, in the ass, in the span of a single night. What a dream.
You're resting your head on her shoulder, you don't miss any bit of her reactions. Her pupils retracting when you pound-in, going back to their regular size when you pull out. Like a heartbeat, but one you're dictating the pace of. The way she tries to catch her breath, but can't really do that against her pillow, so she always quickly pulls the top of her muzzle out to breath in, before burying it back again. Just by her spasms, you can tell she's enjoying every last bit of what you're doing.
Your breath also becomes quick. You're feeling burning hot. Horny like you never were. Horny for more . You don't want to just fuck her nicely. If that's going to be your only night with her, your only chance, you want to go wild. To leave an impact she won't forget, be it mentally or physically. If that ass is to be yours for one time only, better wreck it properly. So that every time she inserts something in it, she'll only be able to remember you.
Picking up a bit of pace, you start to add some strength to your hips as well. Octavia goes one note higher as soon as you do that, her muscles trapping you in a bit more. Or, at least, they're trying. But she's too overwhelmed to really contain you, even unwillingly. Her body's attempt at slowing you down, just so that it doesn't immediately drown in pleasure, is transformed into a mere better way to jerk you off.
But that's not enough. You lack reach in this position. Letting go of her breasts, you straighten up, still slamming your crotch against her behind. As you let your inhibition fall, your hand comes slapping against her asscheek, giving her an audible spank. Good thing she has the pillow, because that cry she just had would have definitely woken up Vinyl.
She turns her head, looking at you, not with reproaches, but with submissiveness. She knows you're not going to go easy on her anymore. And she's all for it. She's letting you lead. For a brief moment, you contemplate calling her a slut, but that would be a bit too far. Probably.
So, instead, you dig your fingers into those generous asscheeks, pulling on them heavily while you slam yourself into her. She tenses up again. You let go of any restrain you had and begin to ram her tender hole with your honestly oversized dick.
You moan with her. Quietly, even though the sound of your hips hitting her ass would be more than enough to cover it up. You pound Octavia like crazy. Going in balls deep every time. Adding a nicely timed spank here and there, when you feel like she's not getting enough roughness. Her eyes are slowly going backward.
During the long minutes you spend reshaping her asshole, you notice something wet running along your balls and thighs. You don't need to check, it's pretty evident just by her look. She's cumming hard. Probably harder than when you did it earlier. Could she be a true anal-slut? Or is she just sensitive for some other reason? It doesn't matter, she's yelling against her pillow all the same.
You still haven't fully recovered from before as well, it seems. While you wish this instant would last longer, ultimately, you're only a stallion. Arching back a bit, hammering her hips against you harder and harder, you let your pleasure rise progressively, before climaxing abundantly in Octavia's husband hole.
Cum flows out of you at an unprecedented pace, draining both your balls and your energy, as you pump everything into her. You still go for a couple of well meant thrusts, but your strength is gone. It already takes you a considerable effort to not just simply fall on her. You're panting, heavily, slowly. Feeling better than you ever felt.
Octavia is shaken with spasms. She's still holding onto that pillow, trying her best to calm herself down, with poor results. Her eyes are still wandering off, while her mind is recovering. Finally, she slowly turns to you, panting.
If you weren't high on dopamine, you could swear you're seeing love in her eyes. But you're not really sure of what she's truly thinking. So, you reply to that with a calmer but still dry spank on her ass. Just to feel it jiggle against your palm once more and see her giggled moan.
"Someone gained confidence," she whispers.
"Someone couldn't resist that ass," you replied, before giggling at your own dumb response. You're just feeling happy and still uninhibited.
"Glad you enjoyed it. Don't think I'll be walking straight tomorrow."
She giggles, while you're just finding that hot, weirdly enough. Looking down at her ass, you gently pull out your cock. At least it's easier now that it is a bit flaccid. That doesn't prevent her from shivering.
As you pull out, you notice she's a bit.. loose, to say the least. Her once small hole is now slightly gaping. Not obscenely, like she had just made a mold of your shaft. But you could probably slip a finger or two in it without stretching anything. Not that you're going to anyway. Now that you had your fun, your body is feeling tired again.
It seems Octavia is feeling sleepy too. She lowers her hips to lay down on the bed completely, while you lean on top of her, embracing her, giving her a gentle kiss on the cheek.
"Looks like we didn't wake up Vinyl," you say. "I don't know how."
"She's a really heavy sleeper," Octavia giggles, looking at you with tenderness. "Being used to loud noise probably doesn't help."
You smile with her, before yawning. Damn, that post-nut exhaustion is kicking in fast. And it's contagious, Octavia yawns too.
"You don't mind if I stay like this?" you ask, thinking you might be a bit heavy for her.
"I don't. Keep your thing on me, though. Vinyl is not going to be pleased if there are too many cum stains on the bed sheets."
You blush a bit, taking your shaft covered with a thin layer of your own semen, letting it rest on the mare's back. That night is going to feel a bit humid, but you don't really mind. Not like you have the strength to reach for a tissue either way.
Once done, you give her another kiss.
"Goodnight?"
"Good night," she says, resting her head on her pillow.
You lay yours on her shoulder, closing your eyes. Feeling great.
Vinyl yawns before turning towards you. Just so she can get closer to you two.
Author's Note
This one has actually been ready for a month now, but I was too busy to do the re-reading process.
You're not on top of Octavia anymore when you open up your eyes. Looks like you either rolled on your back, or you were helped into this position. Either way, the bed is empty. Sunlight is barely making its way through the blinds, but, by the angle of it, you can guess morning is already well on its way.
You sit up in the bed, looking around. Well, at least all of this wasn't a dream. That bedroom is as real as can be. After some stretching, you stand up, spotting your clothes nicely folded on a nearby desk. While you put them on, you can make out a faint music coming from behind the door. The idea of knocking crosses your mind, but that would be weird, so you just open it and go back into the mini-stage room from the night before.
Vinyl is at her set, composing her next tune. That's what you were hearing. Octavia is sitting on one of the couches, sipping a cup of coffee and reading something. You notice she has some kind of cushion between her ass and the couch. Probably because of you.
It's weird seeing them in regular clothes. Vinyl has a crop top and some short shorts, while Octavia is wearing slim jeans and a shirt.
Her eyes turn to you after a few seconds, while you're already walking towards her.
"Well well, here comes our stud," she says with a smile.
"H-Hello," you reply, still a bit caught by her familiarity.
"Slept well?"
"Better than usual, I'd say. You?"
"Think I woke up in the middle of the night, but even that was great," she says, sending a wink from behind her glasses. "If you want to eat something, suit yourself."
She nods towards the edge of the stage, where you can see a bag of what must be pastries. And you're feeling hungry. You grab a muffin and sit down next to her, before realizing it might be too forward? Like, the night is over, so is the deal then? But she doesn't seem to mind. And she's looking at you an awful lot. Vinyl stopped playing and is coming to you as well.
"Something's wrong...?" you ask, looking at her, then at Tavi.
"We were wondering, what do you intend to do next?"
"Well, I don't know. Probably go home or something...?"
It's not like you mind staying in such beautiful company. But... deals over, right?
Vinyl sits next to you, while Octavia gets a bit closer.
"We thought that, maybe, you could stay with us a little more."
Your heart races up.
"What do you mean by that? Like until noon or...?"
Octavia readjusts her mane, looking at you with a tender smile.
"As in: For an undefined amount of time."
You raise an eyebrow at Tavi, then Vinyl, slightly confused but filled with hopes. The white unicorn leans on the back on the couch, staring with an amused grin. Two soft fingers reach for your chin and gently turn your head back to Octavia. Her face is right in front of you.
"What do you say?"
Her purple eyes are plunged in yours. That alone would be enough to make you feel funny, but the question, while being surrounded by those two, makes you shake a bit.
"I-I wouldn't mind."
Octavia seems happy with your answer. Her lips quickly come pressing against yours, as she gives you a kiss filled with passion. Your hand is a bit unsure, but you decide on putting it on her soft mane, holding her head a bit, while you reciprocate the kiss with feelings, progressively losing restrain.
You savor it, reaching for her tongue with yours, letting out a deep sigh of satisfaction. She's still so dreamy to kiss. Ravishing lips, sweet scent, a gentle hand laying on your torso.
It doesn't last. Or at least, not as long as you'd wish. She lets go of your lips, moving back a bit, just as another hand lands on your cheek, turning your head again, only for you to be welcomed by the white mare's blue mouth taking its turn kissing you.
Your heart goes numb, as she reaches for your tongue first. Way more assertive than Tavi, with a wilder taste, but all the same passion. She caresses your cheek, you reach your other arm behind her back, pulling her against you in a more intimate embrace. She giggles a bit and presses her body against yours. At the same time, you do the same to Octavia, getting yourself into a strange group hug. But definitely one you don't mind.
Vinyl's kiss becomes a bit more heated. You can feel her deep and long breaths as she lets her emotions overflow in your embrace.
"See this as us putting you on trial to be our coltfriend," Octavia says, before teasingly whispering in your ear. "I'm sure you'll do great."
You shiver, but one thing bothers you. You let go of Vinyl's lips, looking at the gray mare.
"A trial...?"
"Well, yes. We know you are compatible with us on one side , but we know nothing of you outside of that. We can't be sure everything will work out. And the same goes for you with us. So, it's a trial. No true commitment yet."
Vinyl kisses your cheek. Well, she seems rather committed in your opinion.
"So, like... A first date?"
"Yeah, same spirit," Octavia says, before giggling. "Although, we didn't get to the bases in the regular order."
You laugh a bit as well, while thinking about this. You can live with that. Spending time with them and going on dates to potentially become their coltfriend. And she made it clear that you're also allowed to have your own doubts about it. So, if things don't bode well for you, you can just leave it seems.
Octavia gives you a kiss on the other cheek. Yeah. You're probably not gonna leave this heaven. You giggle a bit.
"Okay, let's go for that."
"Great."
You suddenly feel Vinyl's lips against your neck, giving you a little shiver from surprise. Octavia has a little laugh, circling her hand on your torso.
"We agreed on giving you a little something if you accepted."
"S-Something?"
She nods, while Vinyl's hand gives a little caress to your belly.
"If you become our companion, you'll need to handle the both of us at the same time, you know."
You nod shyly, gently running your hands on their back. That sounds like a lot of work. But pleasant work.
"So how about we give you a taste of what you'll get out of that?" She suggests, pressing her breasts against you.
"I'm all for it."
You're feeling more confident than yesterday. Octavia smiles, recognizing that:
"Care to remove our tops then?"
Octavia straightens up next to you, presenting her large bosom barely contained in her magenta shirt. Vinyl is busy giving you a love bite, so you focus on Tavi first, unbuttoning her shirt with both hands and helping her remove it, unveiling the black bra under it. She undoes the back herself, you just have to pull slightly to free her heavy breasts. Even in daylight, they're still so imposing to see.
Seeing you staring at them, she shakes them a bit with amusement.
You swallow your saliva, turning to Vinyl. She stops her suction and moves up so her white and neon blue top is within reach. There's just a zip for you to lower, as her breasts almost jump out to you once freed. She doesn't wear a bra at all. You remove the crop top completely, taking the time to appreciate how round and firm her attributes look. With a smug smile, she moves them a bit as well, your eyes following the electric blue nipples.
"Vinyl, a little help?" Octavia says.
She has already moved down on you, while you weren't looking, kneeling next to you. And Vinyl is joining her on the other side, lifting her glasses. What a view, you can barely contain yourself knowing what's about to happen.
Your pants can barely contain you either. There's a nice bulge that Vinyl and Octavia are looking at with interested smiles.
Vinyl grabs the button, Octavia the zip. They gently remove your pants, leaving only a distorted trunk to cover your impatient shaft. But they don't release it yet. Both of them start to run a hand on it, caressing through the fabric.
"Feeling a bit too tight?" Octavia playfully asks, caressing your testicles.
"A-A lot," you breathe out.
"Then let's set the beast free."
They both grab on the fabric and pull it down in sync, letting your cock jump out. It doesn't take long for it to fully deploy and harden and you catch the two beautiful mares devouring the process with their eyes.
Yet, Octavia's gaze quickly falls down on your balls. Vinyl sees it and giggles silently, grabbing your cock with one arm, snuggling her cheek against it, giving it a long kiss, looking at you in the eyes. The red of her iris is so dazzling when lit by natural sunlight.
Her lips press against your stallionhood, before she starts to lick near the top in long tongue strokes.
Octavia's head goes lower. Without any hesitation, like she's been restraining herself up until now, she gives a lovely lick on your balls. It's moist and she doesn't stop after the first one. She's careful, but passionate, giving you a range of new sensations.
Vinyl's hand runs up and down your shaft, shaking it a bit left and right, giving herself small slaps on the lips with the tip. She looks half amused and half like she's actually enjoying the feeling of your hot rod pressing insistently against her mouth. A bubble of pre leaks out and, as she gives your shaft another gentle swing, it gets flung right across her face. She responds with a smile followed by a deep kiss on and around your flare. She greedily sucks all the pre accumulating in your urethra, sending your legs shaking as you feel it from the inside.
Thankfully it doesn't last. She lifts her head a bit, mouth opened, right above your cock, tongue out, giving you a good look of what she gathered in her mouth. Before she swallows it all, looking you in the eyes.
You don't get to enjoy the view of her empty mouth. Your legs suddenly tense up as Octavia just gave one of your balls a tender but hungry kiss. Her lips are wet, sucking on your skin and what's beneath, applying a soft pressure. The noises she makes are wet as well.
More lubricant comes out of your cock because of that. Vinyl makes a quick work of grabbing your flare, getting her hand covered in sticky fluids, only to spread it along your shaft. The up and down movement naturally turns into a horny stroking, Vinyl's eyes filled with an appetite directed towards your cock.
Octavia's hand reaches for your other testicle, kneading it carefully, as she releases her wet kiss briefly to say a few words:
"We have... to make sure... you produce enough... cum..."
That's a lie. That's not the real reason. You can tell by how quick her lips go back to your cumsacks every time she releases them to talk. She enjoys it. Probably as much as you do, or even more. She's addicted. She's a ballslut looking for excuses. She sucks like she intends on gobbling one of your massive testicles. But that's-
As you have that thought, she does it. She fits one in her mouth, sending your head backward. She moans with contentment, but the sound is wet, distorted by the sheer size of it and her own enjoyment.
Vinyl's stroking you with both hands, panting on your tip, giving it a few passionate kisses regularly. She smirks, looking at you as if to say "Enjoying yourself there, bud?" but she's clearly getting more than that out of it as well. Suddenly, without breaking eye contact, she wraps her arms around your rode as if she was holding onto a pole. Her tongue starts at the base and sensually rises to the top, while she's giving you bedroom eyes. She breathes out in a needy fashion, teasing you by acting like a slut.
That would already be a lot if a wet and hungry suction wasn't being applied to your ball at the same time. You clench your teeth, stopping a moan in your throat. Instead, it's a little "F-Fuck" that comes out.
They both work wonders, simply following their own desires. A moment passes like that, with Vinyl worshiping your cock and Tavi doing the same on your balls. You have no idea how long this goes on for, trying your best to hold on. You just know it's long enough for Octavia to, at some point, change which one of your cum-factory she is holding in her mouth, and for Vinyl to cover pretty much your whole shaft in a layer of saliva.
As you pant under the pleasure of those two ravishing mares working on your stallionhood, you suddenly see Vinyl looking at you, raising her breasts towards your cock with eyes that suggest "wanna try?". You quickly nod, and she gives a small tap on Octavia's head. The gray mare suddenly snaps out of her trance, releasing your ball. She looks so intoxicated, tongue out and eyes still wandering a bit, before they lock onto Vinyl.
"W-What?"
Her unicorn friend invites her to go to the other side of you. It takes a second for her barely recovered conscience to understand what she means. But when she gets it, you quickly find your crotch surrounded on both sides.
Octavia looks at your cock and bites her lips. She grabs her own massive breasts, lifting them and carefully places them around the base of your shaft. A quarter of it gets swallowed in between her wonderfully soft tits. She presses them around it, gently rubbing up and down first with the right one, then the left one.
Seeing you shudder, she has a playful smile.
"Think we found a weak spot."
"N-Not a hard one to guess," you respond in between two quick breaths.
The pressure from her soft breasts stays gentle, caring, but they rub around you a tad bit faster. Octavia giggles and gives a lick to your cock. Not the tip, it's far too high for her in this position, but still.
Vinyl joins her. She wraps her own attributes around your median ring. Well, not completely around, as hers aren't large enough for that, but it's quite close. It's more firm yet still immensely pleasurable as she moves them around that sensitive part. And she's in range of your flare to give it a long and wet lick.
Leaning a bit more into the couch, you leave yourself to the care of those two, simply putting a hand on each of their heads, caressing them gently, as they work their breasts, tongue and lips on you. Octavia is a bit slower, taking her time jerking you off with her milkers, getting a taste of you, while Vinyl has more pace to it, rubbing her upper body against you cock, licking your abundant pre, her moist breasts going from your median ring almost to the flare.
Time becomes a blur. You're busy keeping your breath in check, while you occasionally moan, when they hit a nice spot or a particularly good timing. They're both hungry for it, in their own way. And right now, that's the only thing you can think about. Two beautiful mares are devouring your cock with desire, as if they were born to do it. To please you, with every inch of their bodies. This is what you'll get with them. On the regular. It's not a one-off. Those warm and slutty breath on your rod, the needy licks and movements from Octavia as she feels a bit of precum falling on her head as a sign of what's to come, the passionate and aggressive suction from Vinyl's lips, while she wobbles her breasts around the base of your flare, even rubbing her nipples against it to make herself shiver. They just love it as much as you do.
For a while, it's just softness, moistness and small noises coming out of the two mares. And you, trying your best to not simply burst and waste the moment. You want it to keep on going forever, but to also to just let your orgasm out. And, in the end, you're getting too close.
"F-Fuck...!" you stutter through your clenched teeth.
Vinyl and Octavia's lustful eyes lock onto you, feeling your cock throbbing more than ever against them.
"Stand up."
"W-What?"
"Stand up," Octavia repeats, with an inviting voice.
They both move back out of the way, cutting you a bit in your rising pleasure. You don't really lose time and stand up right away. They've gathered right in front of you, cheek against cheek, looking at you, mouths opened, tongues out, breasts exposed. You get what they want.
Grabbing your cock firmly, you jerk yourself as fast as possible, getting your own pleasure back on track. They give it careful licks, waiting for it to burst at any moment. They look at you in the eyes, hot and warm gazes, impatient, needy.
While your legs shake as much as they can, you feel it coming. Slowly at first, then suddenly. It rises up so abruptly you lose all control. And oh does it feel good to just let go.
Jets of cums come out. Thick, plentiful, heavy, as it falls down on the two waiting beauties, spreading on their faces, tongues and manes. They do their best to keep their eyes open, but are still forced to close them when the streams hit, despite Tavi's glasses.
It doesn't seem to stop. Never have you felt your balls working crazy like that. Thanks to Octavia's mouth massage, probably. Your cum falls on their breasts. The hot streams cover them, even spreading to their clothes below.
Their mouths come closer, and you aim the last part of your orgasm directly at them, coating their tongues, before your legs finally give in. You fall back on the couch, with an exhausted groan.
A few last spurts come out, but you're mostly done. Vinyl and Octavia are probably pleased, but you're way too high in dopamine to really see it. You're just trying to catch your breath, and that's already a lot.
When you've recovered enough mind presence to look, you see that they are deeply kissing each other. Right in front of your cock. Still covered in your semen.
They release the kiss, a small wet stream of saliva still linking their tongues – no, it's white, it's not saliva. They're panting, looking at each other with love. But then, their eyes turn to you. Still filled with love. Even though you just spread a liter worth of cum onto them, this is the thing that makes you blush the most. And they both notice it. Octavia giggles while Vinyl smirks.
"That was a messy orgasm, dear," Tavi playfully says.
"Next time just swallow it," you respond with a laugh.
"That's a nice idea," she says, looking at Vinyl. "We'll just share."
The white unicorn nods with a smug, before turning to your cock and giving it a little lick, despite the fact your boner is going away. You shiver.
"I-I can see how you missed having a stallion."
"Mhh, yes. Teasing and playing around with a cock is its own fun."
"I really don't mind if you do it again in the future."
Octavia and Vinyl laugh with you.
"I think for now, you deserve some rest."
"And you girls deserve a shower," you reply with a giggle, feeling weirdly at ease. At least, more than before.
"Yeah, I suppose we can't go around, smelling like our new coltfriend's cum."
Octavia stands up, smiling at the fact that her line made you blush a bit. Vinyl gives one last kiss to your flare, before she stands up as well.
"Sadly, there's only room for two in the shower. You'll have to wait for your turn, this time."
You nod. Not that you feel ready to take on them both in the shower anyway. But the simple fact that this is a possibility now, that she said "this time", that does something to you.
Octavia takes Vinyl's hand and they leave. You get one last good glance at their hips. That's yours now, in a way.
You take a deep breath. Taking time to reflect, alone on that couch. Maybe you should get your junk back in your pants, but for now you just reach for a tissue to clean it mechanically. You look around. All this is real. Joy slowly rises in you as you realize. From single to having two beautiful marefriends.
What a night that was.
Author's Note
I don't know when I'll do the follow up, with all the dating and fucking there is to do with those two. Should it stay second person, or do I give that guy a name one and for all and go third person? You tell me.
