Would you believe it if I told you that Ponyville loves a good party?

Now, obviously, if you’re the type of individual who has a few grains of social knowledge, a party can do many wonderful things to help someone out. It can be a place to unwind from a busy day and to just focus on having fun and basking in the merriment of the moment. It can be a social gathering where friends and family and even acquaintances can all feel like they sit on the same level, and not have to balance work ecosystems and enjoy being free of constraining workplace rules.

For the lucky few, a party can even be the hatching point of a new relationship, blossoming out of awkward looks and small talk into a beautiful if slightly drunken display of affection that sometimes makes the two involved leave for a closet or even a bedroom if so daring. And while the beginning can be messy, sometimes it can become a wonderful, blessed thing. Why, some of Ponyville’s most famous residents owe a good party or two for their happiness in matrimony and otherwise.

Of course, the trick with all of this is going to the party in the first place.

“Vinyl, are you sure this is going to be what you promised?”

The question, posed to the one and only Vinyl Scratch, was answered only after the sunglasses wearing unicorn rose from applying a light shade of red lip gloss to herself. “Well, duh! C’mon, Tavi, when have I ever led you astray on a good time?”

The grey-coated mare leaned against the door frame of their shared bathroom, raising an elegant eyebrow. “Would you like it chronologically, or alphabetically?”

“C’mon, it’s not that many!”

“No, but enough times to make sure that you’re never allowed to book travel trips while drunk.”

“But that can be the best time to plan fun things!”

Octavia scoffed before shaking her head. “At least this one is being held here in town for once. Still; we’re a bit past Nightmare Night to be doing a costume party, aren’t we?”

“Naaaaah. Besides, everyone had to miss out on last year’s Nightmare Night party. What with the cursed candy, Discord’s shenanigans, the Elements of Harmony having to team up with Princess Luna and all.” Vinyl listed off before turning back to look at Octavia. “Hey, do you think Luna’ll show up too?”

“If Princess Twilight invited her, maybe.” Octavia glanced down at her costume, comparing it with Vinyl’s. “Still feels like I should’ve maybe gone with something else.”

“What? No! You’re perfect!” Vinyl turned around and posed, hands on her hips and grinning with plastic fangs peeking past her now light red lips. The unicorn was dressed in an over-the-top vampire getup, one borrowed from the old history books almost. She could’ve done the easy route of a slinky dress and maybe a cape, but Vinyl had gone with a design from a video game of all things. The amount of shirts, ruffles, belts, and things they’d gone through to put it together was at least commendable to any historian. “I’m the vampire of the night, and you’re my fellow Mistress of the Night!”

Octavia spared a glance in the mirror for her own reflection. Compared to Vinyl’s almost extravagant look, Octavia’s presentation was admittedly simpler, but suitable to her figure. Apparently, Vinyl was inspired from a movie marathon she had watched previously to determine Octavia’s look, which was apparently borrowed from the movie hostess for said marathon. Elvira was famous for her connections to the horror genre, having been a “scream queen” and recurring star for many films from the older days. The outfit was simple enough, being a tight fitting black dress, black leggings, and a pair of comfortable heels she could walk around in.

And enough hair product to make Octavia’s hair bundle up atop her head despite it’s long length and not look horrid.

“Are you sure she did just horror films?” Octavia questioned as she gave a small tug on the front of her dress. “Because me showing this much cleavage…well.”

“What? You look gorgeous!”

“You say that any time the girls peek out.”

“They’re lovely ladies and deserve proper recognition and respect. Also, my fence door swings both ways. I can’t help that!” Vinyl gave a double thumbs up and a gleeful grin as she eyed the musician opposite her, and the black-haired pony couldn’t help a humored sigh at her antics.

The real reason Octavia thought Vinyl wanted her to wear the costume was as obvious as the horn on the unicorn’s head. You see, Octavia liked to believe that she was a memorable figure for her music, or her intelligence, or even her charming wit directed at everyone both common and royal. But in reality, she knew a great deal of people fixated their attention on two very obvious, focus-stealing items: her enormous chest. And by enormous, we’re meaning big enough to qualify as personal safety airbags.

It would be nice enough if they had at least some firmness to them, but due to the genetic lottery of magic and mayhem that made Octavia who she was, their huge size came with the cost of some…sagging, to put it politely. Of course, with a strong enough bra, she could definitely make any hot-blooded male do a triple take on the street when she’d pass by. And such a feminine aid was in place on this very night, allowing her to wear the costume with no trouble at all. Almost as if Vinyl had thought of this a long time ago and only now found a way to act on it.

“Well, regardless of where you are on the fence, I’m pretty sure this Elvira mare would fit right in on one of those five bit priced dirty mags sold on the corner.”

“I mean. Yeah? But that’s part of her character. Makes everyone underestimate her in the horror movies.” Vinyl replied. “And then when they think they got her, bam! She finds a way out of the mess and always has a zinger for the camera. Classic, you can’t beat it.”

“Does she take out the monster with the zipper of her dress or something?”

“No, but there are outtakes.”

Octavia tapped her foot on the white tile floor. “Well, at least there’s options. I just hope nopony’s too grabby when the punch bowl gets raided.”

“Really? I’d be hoping for at least a handsome grabby, myself.” Vinyl said before grinning cheekily at Octavia’s look. “Aww, c’mon! Ok, two handsome grabbies, if you need to be so greedy.”

“Vinyl!”

“I’ll throw in a ‘suck’ pun for free!”

Octavia and Vinyl arrived at the party a short time after it had gotten into the swing of things. Fortunately for them both, and much of Ponyville, a party thrown by Princess Twilight was far more loose and fun than the uptight formality often expected in Canterlot. Some would say it’s because she wanted to make things easier and more enjoyable for the common pony than focusing on nobles and boasting hot air. Others would say that letting Pinkie Pie have a sanctioned royal party was one of the only ways to direct the chaotic pink pony and her boundless energy. Even after having a kid with her husband, Cheese, her drive for fun only seemed to grow.

“C’mon, Tavi! Shake a leg out there!” Vinyl called out over the music as she danced in place beside the gray-coated mare. Octavia was nursing her 2nd drink of the evening, as Pinkie had so kindly laced the adult beverage bowl with an easy mixture of fruit punch and vodka. She’d had no trouble picking up on the kick of alcohol at the end of the fruit punch’s taste. It was decent, if a little strong.

“No, no, no. One spinabout from me and the girls’ll go flying.” Octavia protested. “Last thing I need is anyone seeing me flash them that way.”

“Are you kidding, that’d be sooo in character!” Vinyl said, red eyes peeking out over askew sunglasses. “She was always one bumpy road away from an adult film, you know!”

“I’m surprised you’re not up in the DJ booth right now anyway!” Octavia called out as the music got louder. She spared a look in the direction of said DJ, who had all the looks of somepony who fit right into any dance club. The Frankenstein look worked well for someone trying to DJ without a shirt on to begin with, but at least she wasn’t being blinded with flashing technicolor lights.

“Gotta take time off sometimes, Octy! I’m gonna go wander the floor; try to cut loose a little!” With that declaration, the old style Gothic looking unicorn danced away, leaving Octavia to pout without her roommate to rely on for social energy. It wasn’t that Octavia couldn’t socialize, it was just…not usually in such things like this. But, maybe she could try? A swig of liquid courage from her drink pushed her out and on to wander amidst the crowds of ponies, searching for familiar faces.

Amidst them, she did find a few to visit and chat with. The men she ran into complimented her costume, their inebriation showing in stages of how long they’d glance down before looking up, trying to look elsewhere, or managing to keep eye contact. It probably didn’t help that Octavia had given up on trying to adjust her dress any, as her cleavage was impossible to ignore being so prominent on her figure. At least none of them were making back pain jokes.

The mares she ran into…well. Needless to say, they had plenty of volunteers for “sexy nurse” and “sexy vampire” costumes and so on. The light glares she’d feel on her back when she’d walk away only made her smirk since she knew there was jealousy in their eyes. Not her fault that she and Vinyl both dressed to impress.

“Oh well. If nothing else, I know this makes for good evening wear.” Octavia told herself. She was half debating finding Vinyl and just tossing caution to the wind to try and dance a little, but before she could, she felt a hand clap on her shoulder.

“Heeeeeeeey-hic!-beautiful!”

An arched eyebrow met the greeting as Octavia turned her head and met the voice’s owner. The aquamarine colored stallion was lanky, to put it simple. He had a decent height to him, but it was diminished by his swaying form as he half held onto Octavia for support while keeping his drink glass close. He had on some sort of toga, although it looked fashioned more like a spare curtain hastily tied up and showing an utter lack of musculature in him. The five o clock shadow on his chin and cheeks did little to bring out more masculinity; if anything, it looked shabby at best, as did the man bun of pale blonde hair atop his head.

“...Hi. Do I know you?”

“Youuuuu might! Hic!” A casual sniff told Octavia he might’ve found too much of the hard stuff at this party, the alcohol taking its toll on his whole presence and not just from smell. She took one step back but the pale blonde stallion kept close. “I’m the…the…god of…parties! Hic!”

“God of parties, right. Well, you’re definitely in the right place. But you might need to lay off the booze some there. You feeling alright?”

“Never better!” He straightened up and held his chin high, which lasted all of three seconds before he had to correct himself before he’d fall over. “Whole room’s spinning from how fun it is!”

Octavia felt her smile hurting her face from how much effort it took to force it out. “Yes, well…lovely to meet you, I’m going to just go-”

“Hey-hey, hang on! Hic!” He took hold of her shoulder again, making her frown while he missed the obvious bad sign. “What if…what if we both just got out, huh? Maybe we could have another party?”

“...another party.”

“Y-yeah! Just you, me, and some looooovely cotton sheets they got here! Sis lemme sleep in here once. Best - hic! - sleep ever. But you can always do more than…than sleep, you know.”

Octavia felt ready to deck the wiggling eyebrows off the drunken partygoer, but before she could cock a fist back, an enormous hand came down on his back, gentle but firm and taking hold of him by the back half of his toga.

“I think the young lass needs ya to sober up a bit, laddie.”

“Wha-hey!”

The lanky and clearly drunk stallion was moved aside by another stallion, one of cyan coloring and looking to be made up of several stallions in sheer mass of muscle and height. Octavia felt her own eyes widen at the size of one singular arm belonging to the larger stallion equaling the whole torso of the smaller one. “Ye might be a partygoer, but Dionysus you’re definitely not.”

Octavia felt her cheeks color as she took in the rest of him. Strength radiated off of him, his height putting him a good foot and a half taller than her at least. For once, she actually felt like somepony else could compete with her in chest size, as his broad body was on display in his own getup of leathers and fur. His beard and goatee were trimmed at least, looking clean and completing the look of a stallion Octavia could get along with well. The few lighter colored streaks in his hair suggested a touch of age, yet he moved with all the ease of someone years younger.

“Noooow look here big fella -hic!- I was just…jush talkin’ to the lady!” He protested.

“Of course, of course. And there’s plenty of talkin’ to be done over by the punch bowl. Your drink glass is looking a wee bit empty.” The larger cyan stallion pointed to his cup.

“Is it?” The lightweight nearly poured what little remained of his drink out while holding it aloft. Octavia said nothing as he bemoaned the loss. “Zephyr Breeze will return!” If he expected a triumphant “huzzah” for his declaration, he was left disappointed as he vanished into the crowd to make for the punch bowl in the distance.

Hearing a deep chuckle from beside her, the black-haired mare looked back up at the giant of a stallion. “I met Dionysus once. He’d almost feel insulted from the comparison.” He commented before looking down to meet Octavia’s stare. “I hope you didn’t mind me cutting in there.”

“No, please, do cut in more often. Ladies appreciate a gentlecolt.” Octavia assured him, patting his side with her free hand - good lord, he was solid as stone. “May I ask your name?”

“Rockhoof, milady.” He extended a hand to her, and surprising her when she offered hers, lifted her hand up and kissed it, his beard hairs tickling against her skin. “Always one to jump into the fray, I am. The last thing anypony needs tonight is a party crasher though. So I chose to walk in rather than leap through a wall!”

Octavia nodded while he laughed again. It was a rich, earnest laugh, charming as he was. A quick thought had Octavia set her drink aside to keep her wits around such a specimen of a male. “Well, my name is Octavia Melody. I’m so sorry that we’ve never gotten to meet before. Do you live here in Ponyville?”

“Aye! Right in this castle, even!” He declared, grinning at her. “I helped get some of the decorations up and bits here and there. Of course, they shoo-ed me from the kitchen for offering to make some old fashioned party drinks. Apparently they outlawed Salamander’s Fire 400 years ago. You lose one forest to a lost barrel of ale, and suddenly everypony’s spooked of fun!”

It was in this moment that the part of Octavia’s brain that was not addled by Pinkie Pie induced alcohol started ringing loudly in her head, and connected a few important dots together that had been ignored for a moment or two.

“Wait. Rockhoof Rockhoof? As in…the Rockhoof of legend?” Octavia clarified.

“The one and only!”

“The same stallion who fought the Hydra of Celestia’s Sea?”

“Back then, we just called it the Sea. Not too many mapmakers back then; lots of navigating by hoof and eye and stories.”

“I…oh my stars, I’ve performed your ballad before! The Galloping Hero’s Journey!” Octavia declared in surprise. “I never expected to meet you in person!”

Rockhoof chuckled and rested his hands on his hips. “And if you are the same Octavia I know of, that would make you the best strings musician I’ve been told of. I’ve been catching up on so much of the world, and music is one of my few delights.” He appraised. “You’d hardly find a bard who could compare to you back in my olden days, in music or in beauty.”

Octavia’s cheeks colored from his praise. “Oh, you say that to any girl who can heft a cello one handed.” She dismissed, only to watch him shake his head.

“Nay, lass. I mean it sincerely; I may be a hero of legend, but there are some things no amount of strength can make up for.” Rockhoof nodded at her as he folded his arms over his chest. “I had to pay a mound of gold for mangling a few instruments myself. So believe me when I say you’ve got my utmost respect.”

Despite herself, Octavia felt her inner musician gush at the words. A brawny earth pony stallion with cultural taste and manners? Where had Twilight been hiding this man of men?! “I’m a bit lacking in company tonight, Mr. Rockhoof. Would you mind having a woman like me accompany you tonight?”

“Why certainly, we -” the pair were cut off as the music of the room suddenly picked up in bass and pacing, many ponies giving a cheer and surging towards the dance floor. Octavia and Rockhoof both winced as the music’s noise overtook the room, and the black-haired mare could see the source in the DJ booth herself.

“I knew she wouldn’t keep away for long!” Octavia declared.

“Alright Ponyville, let’s make some hellacious happening noise tonight! C’mon and get down!” Vinyl said into her mic before taking hold of the booth’s controls and beginning to work her magic. Many ponies were happy to get in on the fun, dancing wildly and enjoying themselves.

“And they said I’m the loud one!” Rockhoof yelled over the music.

“Maybe we should go somewhere else?” Octavia asked. Well, asked and yelled. The rapid loud “wubs” Vinyl was known for were filling the room quickly.

“Now there’s an idea!” Rockhoof agreed with her. Surprising the mare, he took her by the hand and led the way through the crowd swelling around the dance floor. If it’d been Octavia alone, she doubted she could get through it unscathed. But Rockhoof’s mass cut through the bodies like a boat through the ocean. She still had to deal with ponies bumping into her left and right, but it allowed them both to escape past the crowd and into the halls of the castle proper.

Both sighed in relief without the blasts of sound filling their heads as much as their ears, allowing Octavia to speak up first. “Thank you. I enjoy a good party, but Vinyl’s parties are on an entirely different level. And planet, probably.” She said, smiling up at Rockhoof while turning to face him.

Rockhoof chuckled. “I’ll keep my feet on the ground here, methinks.” He said while glancing at her before suddenly blushing and looking to his left away from her. “Oh! I’m sorry. Forgive my looking.”

Octavia was confused at first at his behavior, but looked down at herself. Only then did she realize in all the hustle to get out of the room, her dress had given up on covering her chest and only her bra was keeping her decency now. A touch embarrassed for accidentally flashing her prodigiously sized chest at him, she was quick to tug up her dress back into position, but stopped before fully doing so. There was an opportunity here now for something quite risky, yet how many chances did one get to see a living legend before them?

“I appreciate your manners, Sir Rockhoof. But I’m not opposed to you looking.” She told him.

“B-be that as it may; I’ve been told many times to be respectful to any mare. And as beautiful as you are, I’d hate to cause offense.” He insisted, using one hand to cover his eyes.

“And if I invited you to look?” She asked. The liquid courage and fruit punch mix flowing in her veins kept her steady as Rockhoof chanced a peek past his large fingers to look at her. “We might not be ponies exactly for huge get togethers like this…but a pair of ponies can make a party all their own by themselves. If you catch my drift.”

“Oh. Oh!” Rockhoof’s comprehension dawned as Octavia pressed herself against his considerably larger frame. “I uh…it’s been awhile. For me.”

“Nothing like shaking the dust loose off some boulders. And it’s been a little while for myself too. Who better to ask than the stallion of stallions himself, hmm?” She offered. “I can assure you that getting to know my two girls more intimately is an experience few can boast about.”

“Your two girls? I was unaware you had children?”

“Not quite. But get us a room alone, and you’ll see exactly what I mean.”

While Princess Twilight did not consider herself to be exactly…savvy, with casual flings and such romantic ideas, she did understand eventually the need for the occasional spare room at times when passion and excitement might overtake sensibility. Especially when you play host to parties held by the likes of Pinkie Pie or other rambunctious individuals. So, in order to prevent any unfortunate faux pas from happening or an unexpected sight like Trixie and her Peanut Butter incident, Twilight made sure to establish a few rooms within the confines of the castle for…encounters of an intimate kind.

Getting themselves alone had been an easy enough task, but Octavia was still a little mentally unsure how Rockhoof would take to things once the dress came off. She’d had a few suitors before being turned off due to her impressive size. But she was quick to discover that Rockhoof was indeed a stallion who took on any challenge bigger than the average stallion’s merit.

“Oh! Ohh, that’s wonderful, Rockhoof!” Octavia moaned. Laid upon a spare bed on her back, her black hair fanning out around her head and shoulders, the mare delighted in the feeling of Rockhoof’s roughened hands earnestly massaging and squeezing her mounds. He was the first one in some time to actually keep them held well, better than her own hands could certainly do. His cyan hands busied themselves in pressing her heavy breasts together, allowing him to worship one at a time and giving them tender kisses and licks of his tongue at slow intervals.

He paused his worship to grin cheekily up at her. “I’d offer a comment on mountains, but I think there’s better use for me lips at the moment.”

Octavia spared him a snort before moaning again in delight as he brought one hefty mound up and suckled upon the sensitive dark grey nipple waiting to be claimed. He brought an invigorating sensation of lustful suckling yet teasing from his beard rubbing against her areola, just the right type of friction to make her toes curl as she ran a hand along his head. He had insisted on treating her first, a gentlecolt through and through. She briefly wondered if that beard could work its magic elsewhere, but saved it for another time.

“Mmmm!” She hummed out as Rockhoof gently nibbled on her nipple, sending tender sparks of delight from her chest to her head and back throughout. Their sensitivity was another trait of her heavy mounds that some would ignore in favor of their own pleasures. Yet Rockhoof had zero qualms in bringing her all the pleasure she could ask for. One hand was enough to handle the breast he was working on, the other having dove down to tease and rub against the front of her panties that were quickly growing damp from his efforts.

“Good to see your handiwork isn’t…all shovels-oh!” Octavia stopped to gasp when she felt a large digit push into her wanting marehood, long and thick. A deep moan escaped her whilst Rockhoof kept up his efforts, diligent if gentle, swapping to her other breast to give it it’s fair turn. He was doing a wonderful job, and making a good effort to give Octavia second ideas of hosting more concerts at the castle to sneak away with him afterwards.

His mixture of fingering and toying with her was working up a terrible fire in her loins, Octavia’s legs spreading wider to give him easier access. A “snap!” of cloth told her her panties were now definitely gone, and gladly so as a second finger joined the first to play with her better. But she needed more; after all, she wanted to have fun too. A hint of regret made her stop to pull at Rockhoof’s head, getting him to ease off her bosom for the moment as well as stopping his fingers.

“Are ye alright?” He asked.

“Yes. Doing fantastic, really. But I need to make sure this duet isn’t a one-sided performance. Let’s see that other tool you’ve been hiding away this whole time.” Octavia insisted, biting her lip as she gazed down at his bulging groin.

Rockhoof wasted no time disrobing, leaving the musical mare to salivate at the chiseled body standing before her. All of him was on display, a muscular hunk with enough mass to stop a rolling boulder in its tracks. Her eyes widened at the sight of his steadily growing member, his cock jet black and bearing a smooth, clean appearance to it. He was even trimmed, his balls hanging beneath it and looking deliciously hefty as he took a step closer to give her a better view.

“Oh, you’re just a treat. C’mere.” Octavia insisted before scooping up her bosom with her hands and hefting them together in her arms. “I want him right here first. I love getting to do this and you’re the first man big enough to actually match up.”

“It won’t hurt ya with me on top, will it lass?” Rockhoof questioned. His member bobbed in the air as he partially knelt over her. She hummed as the heat of his cock pressed itself against the side of her breast.

“I’m tougher than I look, believe me. I’ll tell you if I’m having trouble. Right now, let me take care of you.” She beckoned, grinning as he aligned his dick with her cleavage and thrust into it. She’d once thought about trying to carry a small bit of massage oil with her for intimate encounters like this, but they’d been so far and few between lately that Octavia had neglected it. Yet they both seemed to have no trouble; Rockhoof’s shaft just barely poked past the top of her slopes when she pressed them together around him, and as he moved, the smooth friction against her fur brought a groan from him. “Ever handled a mare this big before?”

“Nary a woman I’ve known to be as blessed as you, Lady Octavia.” He replied, keeping his legs planted on either side of her and taking care to not press down hard on her middle. The bulky stallion began to rock his hips, thrusting back and forth to properly rut her breasts. She leaned her head up and extended her tongue out, a dash of her pink and nimble muscle crossing the flattened tip of his cock. The salty but earthen taste that greeted her charged her up as Rockhoof continued to rut into her breasts, one of his hands on the headboard for stability while the other rested over her shoulder and on the mattress.

“That’s it…that’s so good, Rockhoof. Fuck my tits!” She encouraged him. It was an almost sinful delight to have a legend of myth and history be so involved with her, and Octavia was certain he was enjoying it as much as she was. The heated rod between her breasts continued its pounding back and forth, the slap of his groin meeting the underside of her massive chest filling the air between them. Were her arms longer, she’d have dared to try and pleasure herself as he took her in such a way, but there was no way to try it with him pressed against her. Not that she wasn’t enjoying it; the sensation of his large, warm and firm body up against her smaller own was delightful.

“I did tell ya. I can’t - oh bloody Tartarus - hold off. Too long.” He got out between thrusts.

“And?” Octavia replied, continuing to tease his cock tip with her tongue when it would poke out. It was an impressive feat to see the stiff black length poke past her voluminous grey cleavage each time.

“Dun wanna. Mess yer. Pretty face up.”

“Pent up, are we?”

“Aye!”

“About to bust a load all over me?” Her smile was almost devilish at seeing his attempts to hold back.

He throbbed against her skin. She could taste more of his precum now, which was now oozing out onto her fur and keeping him slick in her cleavage. He seemed to like the idea of hosing her down, but Octavia was feeling more greedy.

“Stop and sit up.”

He listened without hesitation, slowing his movements and moving back onto his haunches to let her sit up. Kneeling on the bed as he was, the furniture gave a creaking sound as Octavia shifted about from under him, diving in quick to envelop him again in her tits but now with her in control. Only by her own hands could she make her tits slide up and down his member with enough ease to stroke him off while his cock’s upper half was introduced to her muzzle and waiting tongue. Rockhoof’s heated groan was music in her ears, making Octavia double her efforts.

“Lady Octavia! Ack!”

She clamped her red lips around his flaring tip and kept him in her muzzle, all whilst his twitching cock throbbed in the sweaty, wet embrace of her breasts. It was too much for the pent up legend as his orgasm began to fire off into her maw, flooding her tongue and throat with sticky, long strands of cum. His taste was delicious, a fine wine to her lust addled mind as Octavia was quick to drink him down. Each shot was a refreshing burst of his spunk she gladly took, feeling a wave of pride to pleasure him so much that he had barely lasted. To his credit, he kept his hands from grabbing onto her, but didn’t move away in the slightest. In fact, he seemed almost to groan in objection when she did finally release him, swallowing audibly to drink down his seed.

“Would that I have fallen for ye sooner, to feel those divine lips caress me so.” He panted out. His dick continued to twitch in her cleavage, which Octavia finally released to give her complaining arms a break as she smiled at him.

“I adore your spirit. And your apparent stamina!” She half giggled as she rested a hand on his length, teasing him with gentle strokes as they sat there. “I hope you have more in you?”

“Enough ta run the length of the misty mountains and back for you. Tell me; how best may we do this?” He stood up beside the bed, allowing the black haired musician room to move about.

“Humor me; how did the mares of the olden days reward you for your heroics in the bedroom?” Octavia asked.

“Ah, well. I was never often one to demand such things. But for the few women who were…ambitious enough, they had a tendency to throw themselves upon me.” He told her. “However…I frankly wish to enjoy you from behind. As much as I cherish the front of you.”

“Rockhoof?” Octavia asked as she took the suggestion and turned about, her long black tail swooshing to the side to stay out of the way and give him an unobstructed view of her nethers.

“Yes, my lady?”

“I love your manners. But right now? I want to be a mare rutted by a stallion who wants her as bad as she wants him. Do that, and you can ‘adore’ every bit of me you like.”

The open invitation, coupled with her swaying hips, seemed to encourage the stallion to act. Octavia didn’t consider her behind to be nearly as impressive as her front - the bane of having as big a chest as she did - but the feeling of Rockhoof’s hands grabbing ahold of both cheeks and letting his member rest in the valley between them did bring a flush to her cheeks. She looked over her shoulder, and for a moment pictured herself as the conquered noblewoman of a brave warrior, not too unlike the endless romances in the library.

“Ye may wanna hold onto the bed, lass.”

It was the sole warning Octavia was given before she felt him adjust his aim and his tip was pointed at her swollen pussy. Everything so far had done well to work her up and leave her very much wanting for Rockhoof’s cock, her juices lubing his tip as he rubbed against her. But the delay was only momentary before she gasped as he penetrated her, the first couple inches entering her and immediately affirming Rockhoof’s place as “biggest ever taken”.

“H-holy…oh!” she gasped out, taking a couple deep breaths.

“Easy, now, easy.” Rockhoof encouraged her, idly stroking her side with one hand. “Is it too much?”

“I just. Need a moment.” She said, inhaling then exhaling again before working her hips back against him to try and bring him in deeper. Another couple of inches gave, and she couldn’t hold back a moan as he seemed to just keep reaching and reaching.

“R-Rockhoof…” More of him sank into her as he thrust steadily, sawing himself in and out and lubing himself with her juices to make it easier on them both. “Roc…”

“Yes, lass?”

“Mng…ohfuck…”

“Almost there…”

“Fucking rut me, you big dicked beast!”

He hardly needed anymore words from there, adopting a steady hammering with his cock into her waiting depths. This was bigger than any toy she’d ever used, and she was struggling to compare it with any men she’d been with previously. In fact, it was a struggle to think at all. Nothing beyond the battering ram of Rockhoof’s dick seemed to matter anymore. Her body could only just manage to arch her back so that Rockhoof could pound away and be aligned as best she could while her hands grabbed for whatever bedsheets she could get ahold of.

“Oh Celestia…you’re huge! It’s so…its so good!” She cried out.

Rockhoof didn’t reply, his efforts centered on working his cock in a determined pace that left Octavia squealing as she was forced into her first proper orgasm. Her pleasure addled mind only half comprehended that despite trying to clench around him during that orgasm, juices squirting around the tight seal she’d made on him, he didn’t relent once against her resistance and only continued to hammer away. This made her orgasm go from lasting only a few seconds to much longer, unable to contain her moans and yelps as he took her.

‘H-he’s turned me into his plaything! I can’t…he’s so thick! I love it! I love this dick! Thank the Sun I listened to Vinyl!’ Octavia thought to herself. She did her best to push back against him, to grind back and try to work her body against his relentless efforts. Her reward was the continual sound of Rockhoof’s groin meeting her rump, and the satisfaction of fullness on repeat every second she could count. If he wanted to be rougher, she’d have hardly objected.

Which made her very confused when he slowed down and then pulled back out, a very much empty feeling taking her and making her try to use words again.

“Buh. Rockhoof?” Octavia had to toss her hair out of her face to look at him, or to try to. It was hard to focus when she suddenly found herself being hoisted up, an arm around her middle while a hand clapped onto her rump. The fact that she was off the bed was secondary to the feeling of sinking back down onto his dick again, which was much easier now that she’d been so stretched already. “Roooooocknfuck!”

“The ride’s not over yet, missy. And I haven’t had near enough of ya.”

She whined, but not in pain as he bounced her up and down in the air, Octavia holding onto his broader form with sweaty palms and a delirious mind while she rode him standing. The extra effort of gravity on her made each thrust feel all the more powerful, causing her to crash into an orgasm again and send marecum down his lap and onto the floor. Her hefty pillowed out against his own chest, threatening to fall to either wayside but she couldn’t be bothered to care there and then.

Time faded from Octavia’s awareness, her focus only on holding onto Rockhoof’s own sweating body and the heated pillar of maleness reshaping her pussy and womb to its liking. Forget the old musicians and their works; she was going to create a whole new symphony dedicated to Rockhoof. His strength. His unyielding endurance.

His fucking enormous dick she was falling in love with.

The only clue of any end in sight came when she felt him start to swell again, as he’d done earlier in the depths of her cleavage. She half scrambled to lock her legs around his waist, even with his help, and made a silent plea to feel him finish inside. Judging from his jackhammering pace now, Rockhoof was off the same mind as well. Only a few more long thrusts lasted them out before he made her sink to the base of his member, and his own orgasm was unleashed inside of her.

“Ohmygoddess!” Octavia cried out as she physically felt the splash of his cum against her womb and her innermost depths. She didn’t move to look, but could envision almost the bulge of Rockhoof’s cock against her own middle, pumping her full of his mythical cum and marking her as his. She didn’t let go, not for a moment. He gushed and gushed inside her, soon to the point of overflow as sticky fluid crawled down her thighs and legs. “Oh…ohhhhhhh…”

“Ye sure can take it, my lady.” Rockhoof told Octavia. He didn’t even sound that winded. She was shocked as she peered up at him.

“I’m…very sure I could. How’re you not…exhausted?”

“Me being myself, Lady Octavia. I’ve fought battles for days on end. But you do make for a good bedfellow. If I may.”

Days on end. Her mind half registered the remark.

“Of course, we can stop if ye feel like you need to-”

Octavia’s hand covered his mouth, cutting him off. “I’m not getting off this ride until I can’t think anymore.” She declared, licking her lips as she felt him twitch inside her. “And you know what I think?”

“What’s that?”

“That I need more Rockhoof dicking.”

When Vinyl would come by the next day to collect her friend from the castle, having been ushered home the previous evening by a couple of guards in her inebriated state, she found herself wishing she had a camera to capture Octavia’s appearance. Left in a wheelchair by the time she’d been separated from Rockhoof, the musician had little to offer when Vinyl tried to question her about it.

“He really lives up to the legends,” is all she would offer her roommate, which only pushed Vinyl’s curiosity up even further. Octavia was fine to let her imagine and ruminate on her evening with Rockhoof.

She reckoned the dehydrated and de-powered stallion sleeping it off in his own bedroom - where they’d moved to after a couple hours - spoke plenty for his own behalf.

Author's Note

Turns out trying to ponify Elvira is kinda hard. So I left it for the sake of respecting her name. This was a fun practice piece and a fun tribute to Clear Vision! Thank you, readers, for taking the time to read it. If you have any thoughts or comments, feel free to share!

(Sorry I missed the window for Valentine's Day, I'll try to make it up to you!)