Split Shift

As expected, Octavia was too shocked, too surprised by the twistedly nice intense pain to do much but tense up. The royal sister used the opportunity to click a nice, juicy tendril into her subject's mouth. The slimy bell-shaped head just barely laid inside Octavia's soft, full lips and spurted a thick strand of white goop onto her tongue.

The suddenness and magnitude of the sensation proved too much, but Luna enjoyed the cry of pain anyway. She enjoyed the deep moan afterwards even more. Luna massaged Octavia's throat and young, perky breasts as the ensign made love to the dark cock-snake in her mouth.

"Keep humping," she whispered, and clicked two more midnight blue tentacles into existence. One enwrapped her own leg. The throbbing, hot wetness gracing her thighs snaked between them in a figure eight before finding her brown eye. Luna bit Octavia's beautiful black hair and felt the warmth on her lower body grow and move and massage not just her hole, but her long, slender as well.

The second phallic being crept to Celestia's neck, lightly encircled it, and traveled up to her lips. Celestia barred her teeth. The tentacle reared back, giving the princess a close-up view. The very tip resembled a human's glans, but the semblance ended there. The flare was excessive, yet smoothed to the rest of the slithering girth, much like a bullet's shape. While she found herself admiring the nicely shaped, ribbed, bulbous, bumpy, thick, sleek, shiny, slimy, smooth creature, she beheld a viscous drop forming. Octavia resumed her long thrusts, pulling back until her odd cock nearly sprang out, but she pushed back in so hard, Celestia felt the creature's roundness roll under her neck. When she snapped her head back up to look at the lovely thing again and find out what that liquid was, her mouth was filled with the semi-hard meat. When it squirted her throat with it's hot, thick sauce, she gagged, spitting out a cone of white cum-spit spray. The thick strands landed across her chin and tits, but mostly on her new friend. Celestia opened wide, humming an apology. She smiled as the wet tentacle, wide and hot and delicious, danced with her tongue.

Celestia's muscular, thick thighs and shaped calves, pinned as they were, had strength plenty to stir the sheets about Octavia's and Luna's tangled legs. Just as unconsciously, the older sister reached for the dick-creature with her weak hand. She gripped the slimy, hot, odorous dick-creature where it was throbbing against her pursed, thick lips. Celestia wrapped her fingers around and gripped first with her tips, lifting and moving her head and using her limited concentration on tongue-massaging the flared, slick head.

Moaning, her left wrist slowly flicked her hand up and down the length as her other hand found its way down the hot skin of her stomach to a forgotten self-service pleasure center. Octavia's thick cock had resumed it's rougher rhythm, thank herself, but Celestia's cup overflowed. She groaned into her new friend, indulging her hardened, wetted, inflamed clitoris vigorously.

Unbeknownst to the impaled princess, the tendrils were dogs, each with its own master. The being inside her mouth heard a command, understood, and complied. As its princess moan's crescendoed, it spurt three long, thick ropes of flavorful, fragrant cum. Celestia was stuck between swallowing on impulse and spitting on reflex, and gagged instead.

She struggled up and violently splattered herself and Octavia's midriffs with a cum-spit mix. When Luna lazily moaned an inquiry, Celestia hummed a reply, and flopped back down, eager to suck and stroke her plaything more.

When she turned her head forward, her slimy friend slithered up and around. The mass wrapped around her messy breasts. The thick length less than gently squeezed her left breast. Luna's eyes fell upon her sisters. Her sexy bright teal pools hid behind Octavia's hair, like a tigress in the jungle grass. Octavia may be their shared companion, but Celestia knew that more than some warm, wet dick-flesh and a pair of handcuffs was in store for tonight.

Tonight was not the night Octavia lost her oral virginity, if one can claim to have a sanctity to their mouth. Not a year prior, before she had earned her commission into the Equestrian Royal Navy as an officer, and prior to earned her music degree, Octavia loved one cock and one cock only. As she moaned around the warm member in her mouth, she was flooded with memory more than hot sperm.

His name was Slavik, and he was perfect in every way. Caring, strong, tall and handsome and hung, talented, a polymath genius virtuoso, mysterious, foreign, and exotic. She had been with the world-renown DJ-PON3 for several months, and Vinyl Scratch was too high on her pedestal to be bothered with her girlfriend's physical and emotional needs and aspirations.

Slavik and Vinyl’s faces and other parts were washed away by a crashing wave of pleasure. Octavia gagged on the spermy snake in her mouth as another beast teased her womanhood with it’s thick head.

“Remain focussed, ensign,” Luna moaned into her ear. “We do not want Our princess to become disinterested.” Whom she was referring to, Octavia could not deduce. Luna gripped her hips and drove her point home, causing Octavia’s body to recoil, the meat in her mouth making her gag so hard, she felt a little sick. The nausea faded fast as her other hole was filled gently. Her pussy was purring around the softer, thicker tentacle intruder as Luna drilled her ass, and that was the best. It seemed to fit her perfectly, spreading her cunt just the right amount. The sex-creature stung her g-spot, a sharp little pain sensation ran up from her strangely textured pleasure center, then exploded into a hot, pulsing sensation like nothing else. And when it began thrusting, Octavia couldn’t help but tense up and scream. Luna broke her stupor a second later by pulling her hair, yanking Octavia from the brink of something big.

With great effort, she breathed deep through her nose, sucked on the slimy creature in her mouth and moved her hips with Luna’s. Celestia screamed softly with bliss through the demon in her mouth.

Octavia’s tight little asshole felt amazing. The burning hot ring squeezed her intentionally modest dick tighter than she had expected. For such a sexy girl nearing six feet in height, Octavia’s body must surely be undersexed. Perhaps, Luna unfortunately realized, that she and her sister may be overusing their sex drives as of late. She bit down on a mouthful of luscious black hair and thrusted a little harder, especially wary of her subject’s body, the way she communicated its limits. As the princess of the night, Luna was familiar with Octavia’s deepest desires and fantasies by way of her more perverted dreams. Now was the time not only to realize them, but to test them. The question she set out to answer was if Octavia could handle herself.

Octavia had found heaven. Her holes and hands were full of the hottest, slipperiest phallics, and her sensitive tits were being molested magnificently. The way Luna pinched her nipples just right, not too hard but not lightly. The cock in her ass wasn’t disgustingly huge, and she wasn’t fucking too violently, either. But it wasn’t soft, no. And her dick, her own dick felt so good, looked so good, every vein and bulging fluid-filled inch filled up the sexiest woman ever so completely. And the throbbing, the painfully intense throbbing in her pussy was the best feeling she had ever experienced. And with every squeak that was forced out of her mouth, Octavia’s cunt and throat were both given a small cum injection. Perhaps it wasn’t quite cum, the miniscule sector of her brain dedicated to logical thought hypothesised. The little idea came and went in the time of one revolving series of thrusts.

The cyclic motions rocked her whole body, yards of cockflesh pushing into and out of hers and Celestia’s fuck holes. First, Octavia’s own thick member would dive all the way into Celestia’s tight, wet pussy, the feeling alone was superb, much better than just rubbing her clit, even with a vibrator. Next, Luna would pull on her hips, or her breasts, shoving her nice dick fully in. Luna’s shapely hips and Octavia’s tight ass smacked mashed together, pushing her odd cock into the older princess harder. What followed was possibly her favorite: the trio of pulling out, Luna’s dick slipping out of her squeezing anus, and the immaculate sensation of a perfectly thick, hot cock intruding it’s way inside her pussy, Octavia’s g-spot burning with fiery pleasure at every inch that slipped over it. That bit made her spine tingle, shoulders shudder, hips quake and knees weak, supplemented by her dick being squeezed out of Celestia’s tight slimy pussy. And subsequently, Octavia would make an attempt at slipping her tongue around the warm penis inside her drooling mouth.Thank Celestia, lastly the entire simply complex series of reciprocation repeated over, and over, and over again.

For a while this went on, every woman moaning and groaning and sometimes spasming a little or doubling over or spreading her legs, feeling their groin muscles stretch just to feel them. At the sex epicenter, Octavia felt overloaded, unable to do much of anything at all. This of course was fine, more than fine, as Luna could easily dominate in the arrangement. She took Octavia’s slippery tits in both hands and squeezed them together, pulling herself close to her subordinate and subject. Her core was tight and her whole body had a sheen of sweat not quite as thorough as Octavia’s, and her lungs burned. That didn’t matter. She sucked air through her mouth and rammed her cock as hard and fast as she could, grunting, foregoing any restraint. Octavia needed this as bad as she did, likely worse. Her hypersensitive penis must be painfully hard now. Luna felt a stirring sensation she knew well enough, and thrusted more strongly anyway.

Though she had felt it once before, Octavia still didn’t comprehend her imminent release until it was upon her. She pulled the tendril from her mouth, her grip slipping off of it the instant it left her mouth, trailing many thick strands of a white semen-spit mix. Octavia doubled over, her lungs full, but unresponsive, her mouth agape. She shuddered and stared at her dick buried fully inside Celestia, even making a visible bulge. At the sight, Octavia gasped, or tried, and could nearly see Celestia’s pussy walls stretched around herself. Luna’s dick was fucking her hard, now, causing her bent body to recoil back and forth. She felt the head push into her tight hole again and again and again, and she could visualize the way she took Luna in perfectly. Octavia opened her eyes, realizing absently now they were shut, and felt the lower half of her torso turn into butterflies. She tensed up, her asshole spasmed. Octavia’s cock finally flexed inside Celestia, and she felt the warmth come out on the fourth time. She came extremely hard, her penis pumping what felt must be a hot gallon of thick cum.

When she was herself again, Octavia collapsed, looking behind herself, breathing hard into Celestia’s ear, their breasts mismatching and squishing into each other. Luna remained inside, but Octavia couldn’t see much of her. The slimy creature in her pussy sensed she was spent and remained still inside her.

The tentacle she had evicted, or another, she couldn’t care to be sure, wrapped itself around her hanging breasts much like another had custody of Celestia’s. It slipped around, squeezing her breasts, and she was content with that. Octavia clenched her teeth and used all her strength to lift her hips, pulling her huge, slightly flaccid dick out of her princess. Luna pulled her hair, then her breasts, forcing her to stand tall on her knees, breathing hard.

“Look at that, Octavia,” princess Luna whispered into her ear, the hot, heavy breath gracing her warm skin. “Look at your huge cock, covered in her juice, and your cum. Look at how much is leaking out.” Octavia obeyed and saw, softly gasping. “Would you like to taste it, or would you rather just lay down? I imagine you are very tired.” The cock returned, gently and deeply penetrated her pussy spurted once. Octavia felt the hotness of the semen again, and then the cold of the tentacle leaving her wet embrace.

Octavia gulped, her drying throat passing a lot of air as she panted, still. Luna rubbed her still hot, hard dick on the small of Octavia’s back, as if pleading her. “N-no…” she rasped. “I mean, yes. I want- I want to rest, Luna-”

She was cut off by a soft, yet firmhand on her throat. “Princess,” she whispered.

“Princess Luna,” she breathed, feeling the pressure right on her neck. Octavia was released, and she opted to fall to her spread princess’s side. She rolled over and pulled the foreign body from Celestia’s mouth and replaced it with her tongue, the same slimy hand slipping down to her creamed cunt. Octavia pushed two fingers in deep, then pulled out. She sampled her sperm, even savored it, before sharing with Celestia. Her own cum was more bitter than the snake’s. When she attempted to put her fingers in again, Octavia found a hardness instead.

She didn’t move from Celestia’s lips, but resigned her fingers to Luna’s cock. Celestia sucked harder on Octavia’s tongue when her pussy was filled again, this time with Luna’s penis. Octavia rubbed her big, hard clit lazily while Luna fucked her intensely. Ever eager to please, Octavia grew a smile as she sped up to keep pace with Luna, much to Celestia’s delight.

Celestia gasped and pushed her subject’s face back. “Octavia,” she said, her voice wavering as her body shook back and forth, more so as a result of vigorous stroking than Luna’s thrusting. “Let me… ah… Let me clean your… big, big dick, please. Flip arou-oh Lun-ah, right there! Right on my g-spot…”

With a big grin, Octavia sucked her finger clean and turned in place, laying on her side so Celestia could get a mouthful. She had to contort herself some, but Octavia could even lick and nibble on Celestia’s clit, burying her nose in the creamy entrance Luna occupied. She hooked her hands around, kneeling above Celestia’s sucking lips and touched a finger to Celestia’s lubricated anus. A tentacle agreed, and joined in by gently prodding the back door, getting Celestia’s secret nice and wet. Octavia forced in a fingertip, then more, feeling her half-hard mast stiffening already.

Octavia couldn’t remain on her elbows for long, however, and had to resign her position of sexual power. She laid on her side once more, her stiff, aching cock receiving a thorough tongue bath.

Octavia was not surprised to witness her finger replaced first with the lucky dick-creature, then Luna’s own. There, the sisters both orgasmed, and both fell victim to a sticky lethargy. As they caught their breath, Luna laying on the opposite side of her sister and idly massaging her much larger breaths, Octavia accepted a stray into her mouth. It was her vagina’s servant, or someone’s, the taste made that obvious enough. The thick, delicious cock in her mouth was gentle enough to resume her sex-sated mind on its field trip to the past.

Long before Slavik and the rest of her joke of a band melted Ponyville faces, Octavia met Vinyl Scratch before she was DJ P0N-3. Together, they were the manifestation of the old adage “opposites attract”. As cute and genuine and fulfilling as it was, Octavia and Vinyl Scratch were two sides of the same coin. In a matter of weeks, things became very serious.

Disowned by her parents for being a lesbian and other deviocities, Octavia gladly went on the road with the future famous DJ, especially after her wealthy mother cut her off. Every night, however, wasn't the nuzzling, squirting fun intimacy of their college pussy-love. Between pills and herbs and groupies and other artists, Octavia found herself neglected like a middle child. So, she had set her foot down.

Ponyville was small, but a growing town. There DJ-P0N3 ended the tour, so there they chilled for roughly four months. Still unwanted, the bassist decided she was tired of being bored and basically alone.

When they first met at the better of two music stores in town, Octavia and Slavik were geniuses before their times and instant comrades. They banded together and created an over-talented garage band. It was far from Canterlot's Symposium for the Gifted, but Slavik's veritable tool shed was like a home, something Vinyl’s tour bus would never be.

A few months passed, and a band oversaturated with talent was forged. Slavik the drummer was also holding down an engineering job at the Ponyville Hydro plant. Herself on the bass and vocals, the foundation was set. The other three members were a dedicated pair of fire-fingered guitarists fresh from high school, and a rather gifted, yet drug-addled, detriment to society as the lead vocalist. Unfotrunately, this lovely individual was the face of the band in it’s early years, drawing most of the crowd from her internet “friends”. It was her who drew their first crowds, so Octavia begrudgingly agreed to keep her around.

They found moderate success in the little town. After a few months, over a dozen extremely complicated tracks were written, even including a few covers of bands that were the cornerstones of metal. It was a magical time in the woman’s young life: self-fulfilment, success born of hard work, and no prissy auditions, bureaucracy, suits and tight dresses, dealing with geezers in tuxedos, or worst of all, her parents. Octavia hated her parents more than her neglecting girlfriend. Between using her talents for “evil music” every day, and making love to her “harlot” every so often, Octavia was finding new ways to rise above every day. She never did tell her that she got a commission to become an officer in the Equestrian Royal Navy. Octavia was sure her mom would need another perscription after that, though.

And then Luna, or Nightmare Moon, returned. Octavia, busy at the second-most crowded venue in Ponyville that night, was completely oblivious. While the majority of Ponyville panicked, some stayed at Sugarcube Corner and enjoyed another local show by Octavia’s own band. It was a huge turnout for them, despite the world-ending danger happening less than a dozen blocks away. Blissfully unaware, Octavia and her group performed their best, better than ever before, minus the dead weight of the alcoholic vocalist, who had feld when she learned of Slavik and Octavia’s blooming relationship.

High on adrenaline and more, Octavia and Slavik fled to his little place. What followed was natural, yet magical. Octavia had not technically had sex with a man, not completely, yet if felt as natural as breathing. His member, sizeable compared to what she had researched, filled her tight womanhood like no other. It was like he was sculpted for her, but perfection came at a price.

When she gained a lover, Octavia lost the first true friend she had ever known. Vinyl Scratch found out by the morning, and a day of joyous celebration for Equestria would mark the single saddest day of Octavia’s young life.

Living, writing, and performing with Slavik and her band was literally a dream come true. But doing it came at the cost of her best friend, her first lover, the most annoying, stupid, loud, obnoxious, selfish bitch that she couldn’t stop thinking about. Without even a shred of hesitation, however, her band, especially Slavik, agreed to help her write a song about it. What better way to get over loss was there than screaming as loud as possible into a microphone?

The future looked brighter by the day, yet Octavia’s perverted mind had an especially dark corner. Scratch dominated her thoughts for an entire month. Every day, however, time just barely began to fade her pain, and Slavik was always there to hold her at night, kissing, whispering in his accent, touching her where Vinyl used to. For the first week or so, Octavia couldn’t let his delicious erection anywhere near her. But time heals all wounds, and adrenaline and vodka mixed into a perfect brew.

The following months saw again nothing but improvement. Before Octavia knew it, four months and two EP’s had come and gone. Their band was a hit among the complexity-seeking thrashers, and Magic Blast records finally recognized the potential.

Fallen is Babylawn’s big break seemed just around the corner. However, before Octavia could even propose a name change, everything came to a screeching halt. No one, least of all Octavia, could have ever expected it.

In Luna’s magical bedroom control center sex pad, Octavia’s sleep-drunk mind swirled with grieving memory while her cheeks were painted with a warm white wash. What pulled her up from her vivid recollection was not the spurting tentacle in her mouth, nor the hot, sticky taste of snake-dick creature cum, but a rude intrusion into her rear exit.

“Gah-hmmf-” she tried to exclaim, another sudden surge of sperm clogging her windpipe. Octavia turned her head and coughed.

Luna reached over and got a handful of her subjects recuperated cock. “Breath, Octavia. Do not fall asleep, either, young one. We have one more trial for you before you return to your own bed.”

So, Octavia recalled, she was dreaming. This was just a vivid dream, then? With a dream inside, and crazy fantasy porn that felt real?

“Yes… Princess.” Octavia smiled wide, feeling drunk. She moaned and closed her eyes, feeling a hot, slimy tentacle rub her delicate asshole. Turning her hips, she pinched her sensitive nipples and held in a huge breath. She twisted them and screamed, Luna’s grip tightening violently and the tentacle penetrating past the bulbous tip.

As if some gnarly black navy coffee found its way into her, Octavia woke right up. She took her former dominator and tackled her down, laughing with her ruler. Octavia kissed Luna’s creamy cunt deeply, moaning as she tasted the alien cum. Why was it so delicious?

Octavia genuinely enjoyed Luna’s hardening, dewey dick, and her spermed pussy even more. But she nonetheless moved on to Celestia’s vagina, sucking all the cum out and eating it right away. Now, Octavia’s member was as hard as steel again, and she stroked idly while Celestia sat on her face.

Luna took her position sitting on Octavia’s midriff, pinning her throbbing hard cock between Octavia’s stomach and her own royal twat. Octavia spat in surprise into Celestia’s labia when her huge cock popped into Luna’s tight, wet cunt. That wasn’t all. Luna slid down, all the way, screaming bloody murder as her insides made room. She was much smaller and tighter than Celestia, painfully so. She was wet, though, and Octavia harmonized right along, muffled by Her Majesty’s muff.

“We can’t!” Octavia heard from beyond Celestia’s spermy pussy. She sucked on the clit again and thrusted her hips. “AH! It is too big! Stop!”

“Just get off,” Celestia shouted right back. “Go ahead, Luna! Deny her! Deny Octavia, whom you tortured tonight, punish her again for being a wonderful, talented, devout servant! She only wanted to serve, and this is the thank you you give her? Teasing her with your pretty little pussy, only to back out?”

Octavia half-ignored Celestia and kept thrusting, Luna’s pained whimpers and Celestia’s metallic-tasting pussy glazing her concentration over. She felt Luna stand again, her tight pussy pulling with every ribbed, drenched inch.

“I cannot take it, Sister,” she heard. “I overestimated myself, it would seem. Octavia’s penis is too girthsome! LOOK! It resembles a can of mead more than a prick!”

“For one,” Celestia moaned, grinding her hips to Octavia’s delight. “Mead is long obsolete, and it never… ah, came in cans. You’re thinking of beer-ah, and s-ECOND, you asked for this, Luna! Take it! Don’t back out n-NOW!”

A hand gripped the base of her thick cock, but Octavia just wanted to bury her face deeper into Celestia’s pussy. It was so hot, wet, fragrant, delicious! She couldn’t get enough. The pucker of a tight asshole, however, directed her attention.

“FUCK! FUCK, FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!” Luna screamed out, her anus slipping painfully slowly over every single inch of Octavia’s thick, throbbing cock. The blue-haired princes screamed until her back door was filled, taking every veiny, throbbing, thick, ready-to-burst inch of cock up her tight, near-virgin ass. Octavia reached down from Celestia’s hips to Luna’s and thrusted it in deeper, making Luna’s strained voice crack.

Whether Luna wanted it or not, Octavia started humping, the residual lube allowed her thick manhood to slip in and out of her princess’s back door.

She may have heard “That’s the spirit,” but Octavia couldn’t tell. She was much too busy burying her cock in Luna. Even after cumming so many times, or perhaps because of that, Octavia felt very close to orgasm already. So close, her tongue and lips refused to respond, so she arched her back and breathed hard. She knew she was going to cum, but she couldn’t say it. Octavia lurched upright and pulled her cocksock off, wincing, gritting her teeth, feeling a force clench up inside her groin that was so strong she was sure she would spurt.

But, Octavia did not. She fell back and breathed a hard breath, feeling her whole hot, tingly body cool from her sheen of sweat. Before Octavia could even inhale again, Celestia clicked the magic remote control, and a particularly slimy beast slithered its way up Octavia’s throbbing member, faster than lightning. As suddenly as the sharp sting of pleasure it brought had come on, the tentacle retreated. Confused beyond her other intense emotions, Celestia locked lips with her and took the thick base in her hand.

Octavia kissed back, groaning in agonizing pleasure. She wasn’t sure, but Octavia, in her shell-shocked state, thought her princess might have just cast a spell upon her cock.

Celestia pulled her head back, a mixture of both their saliva fell to Octavia’s large lips and soft tongue. “Don’t worry,” she mouthed, and began stroking with one hand. Celestia looked down and Octavia followed her pretty purple eyes.

The clenching feeling came back as soon as Octavia saw her dripping-wet dick, Celestia’s hands a blur as they massaged it. A numbness grew over the tip of her dribbling flare. Inch by inch, her penis felt like a cold fire was growing down to her hips. It spread, faster and faster, over her whole body, until she was shivering. Octavia whimpered, it felt so good it hurt. Celestia didn’t stop as she laid prone between Octavia’s legs. She lifted her foggy head and looked down, locking eyes again, remembering the sweltering heat and the thrill of her life hanging in the balance back in the desert. The dry heat contrasted harshly with the wet cold she felt, and it only grew.

“Celestia!” Octavia panted, her knees shakily slipping further and further apart, up the sheets. She began arching her back, but with no foothold, Octavia was just grinding her shoulders into the silken sheets. She moaned and whined and eventually began screaming, shouting. This was torture, but it felt so good, unbelievably good. She both wanted to end it, not even finish, just end the torment. But deep down in her unthinking mind, Octavia was in heaven.

Distantly, she heard a more somber Luna praise Celestia’s creativity. It was a distant creature under her deep sea of agonizing bliss. She was so deep into this experience, Octavia managed to look down at her cock and see the lube left over splattering around, and she could almost see the wide urethra spilling a steady drip of precum in the wild motion of Celestia’s frantic hands.

Just when she was sure she would either die or cum, Celestia slowed to a hellish crawl. She would squeeze and push hard, the soft, hot skin bulged around her fingers as she drew her hands to Octavia’s tip. The sensation of Celestia slipping over her strange ring near the base made Octavia’s entire shivering body jump. Her cold cock throbbed hard, but she only squirted a sexy spurt of thick, off-white precum. Celestia pushed her hands up, her knuckles tickling Octavia’s tingling belly, and came to the flare. If she would just fucking slip over it like the ring, maybe touch the end of the cylinder, Octavia was sure she would explode all over herself.

With a firm grip, Celestia drew up to the ribbed tip, drew one single dainty fingertip over the bulbous end and touched the slimy cum port, then pulled her hands back over Octavia’s throbbing erection. Octavia wailed in anguish as Celestia passed slowly down to her ring, knowing for certain she would finally cum.

The beaming princess reached the base and stuck her pinky into Octavia’s labia. “Oh, you don’t like edging, Octavia?” Celestia teased. “Luna loves it when I give her blue balls. When she has them, that is.”

“Stop it, sister!” Luna said, slapping Celestia on her ass. “Make Octavia finish, already. We can both see she’s in so much pain.”

“That’s the point, Luna,” Celestia said with a small laugh, earning a meaner smack.

Celestia moaned and slipped one hand lightly up and down. “Oooh, but what have I done wrong, Luna? I don’t know. I was just doing Octavia a favor.”

Luna bit her lip and slapped Celestia’s backside harder, and her sister brought both hands up and down Octavia’s thick cock one more time. “We should teach you then, isn’t that right, Octavia?”

She could only squeak out a sharp “Yes!”, a smack and a stroke causing her frail voice to crack.

Luna plucked up the clicker and with a flick of the wrist, summoned another wet, slithering creature. Celestia jumped, but sighed. She began slowly working Octavia’s massive member when it teased her asshole. Luna slipped two fingers into her sister’s creampie and watched Octavia’s dick throb and dribble over Celestia’s swiftening hands.

“Should I make her cum, Luna?” Celestia asked over her shoulder, stroking faster, sending painfully intense signals up and down Octavia’s spine.

Luna just shook her head. She stoked the tentacle some, getting her hand wet, then her own cock. “Go faster,” she grunted. “Don’t let her finish just yet.”

Celestia obeyed, to Octavia’s grateful disdain. She brought her lips within a hair’s breadth of Octavia’s pulsing tip and just breathed onto it, the warm breath on her frozen pipe the single most enjoyable sensation Octavia had ever felt. If only Celestia would kiss it, suck it, deepthroat, ride it, let her take her tight little asshole, Octavia wanted everything for one second. Just one second, and she would burst. One good touch and that was it.

Celestia did kiss it, but Octavia could not cum. She moaned, Celestia’s soft, thick, full dick sucking lips enwrapped around the tip, the vibrations ringing up and down her phallus, yet Octavia couldn’t cum. Celestia dipped in one finger into Octavia’s pussy, massaged her g-spot and swallowed her cock, Celestia’s throat bulging around the meat, but Octavia still couldn’t cum.

The princess lurched forward so hard from Luna’s sudden spasm that her nose poked Octavia’s stomach. She coughed and coughed off of it, the feeling of all of Celestia’s throat around her made the subject scream through clenched teeth. “GAH! LU-UNAAAaaah! YES!” Celestia shouted out, one eye closed as her sister penetrated her ass. Her hands pumped Octavia hard, her breath flowing over it like a tree standing defiant in a quick river.

Celestia’s body began rolling back and forth as her sister fucked her prone, exposed body. Octavia, still useless, screamed and begged. Every stroke felt worse and better than the last.

“Ungh! Haaahn! Ah! AAaaaaah!! Yes! Yes! YES! HHHFFYES! OH Luna! Yes! Oh oh… oh… oh! OH YES!” Celestia shouted out.

“DO IT!” Luna cried, her voice cracking. “Let her finish, sister! I want to see it!”

“N-nothing n-UEW!” Celestia’s hands slowed while her eyes rolled back for a moment. She took her left hand away, her right struggling to keep up a furious pace. She slipped in two fingers inside Octavia’s pussy, feeling her g-spot, and Octavia felt it as well.

“AH! OH my fucking GODDESS!” Octavia shrieked, her throat hoarse after sucking air in little, rapid breaths. Celestia pushed in a third finger, wedged in her fourth, and finally, after teasing, shoved her thumb into Octavia’s back door.

Celestia rocked her left hand around, her right stroking violently, and finally let the grand finale commence. She wrapped her lips around the base, her tongue lapping up all the gooey slime-lube on the extra sensitive, thick ring dear the bottom of Octavia’s shaft. A trio of cumshots fired off in miniature, thicker cum shooting nearly six inches up, only to land in lame lines on Celestia’s cheek and neck. Her hand, now working the cummy tip, squeezed extraordinarily hard and slipped hard off the flared end.

Octavia screamed so hard her throat closed up, trapping her joyous cry of agony. Celestia curled her fingers, compressing Octavia’s large, sensitive g-spot, her thumb driving in deep into her anus. Celestia felt the underside of Octavia’s dick work, her organic pump sending voluminous stripe after stripe of thick, thick cum high into the hot bedroom air. Octavia’s entire body length was painted with a dozen enormous ropes, a hefty majority of the sperm landing right on her sweaty chest. The hot, sticky cum warmed her cold skin deeply. Her face, not excluded from the lobbed volley, was splattered, giving Octavia a chance to taste it. Unsurprisingly, her cum tasted exactly like his. How she didn’t taste the resemblence earlier, the cellist did not know. Octavia smiled wide and breathed deeply, closing her eyes and remained spread.

Celestia was still taking Luna’s smaller dick up her asshole, but Octavia was barely interested. She mentally hugged Slavik, his face vivid in her mind’s eye. He was naked, sweating, just like her, and smiling wide, just like her. Octavia couldn’t move her body in Luna’s world, but in the waking daydream inside a dream she was having, Slavik’s cum was solidifying all over her body, not her own.

Slowly, his face turned blurry, like a reflection in a clear bond when a sudden gust comes along. Then, instead of beaming, Slavik was frowning, tense, anxious, and then he was just gone. No fade away, he simply disappeared. What happened? Octavia asked herself, or asked out loud, she could not tell. A blackness had replaced her best and almost only friend. What happened?

She felt colder without his warm, and hot, muscular body. What happened?

Octavia asked herself again and again, what happened? But no one and nothing had even the slightest hint. What happened? She felt cold, freezing, she could tell by a foreign touch that her nipples were erect. That wasn’t surprising, nor wholly unpleasant, but she was sexed out for now. Celestia and Luna had seen that much become reality.

Had she really just fucked the princesses? With a dick? Her dick? What the holy fuck, she thought. Octavia gathered herself and tried to roll over in her quiet bed. It was less firm than she recalled. Luna’s bed was soft, but supportive enough you could bounce on a cock like a fucking trampoline.

Octavia grinned, realizing she was cowling, and touched her breast. It was damp, but not coated with lines of thick spunk, like she thought. Maybe it just didn’t land there. She rubbed her sweat-coated skin all the way to her pussy and found her upper thighs a bit warmer than the rest of her chilly body, which was very nice. The little hood over her clit was soaked, and Octavia found the rest of her womanhood even more wet. She was too sleepy to take care of the relatively mild urge, however.

With a groan, Octavia tried to fish the covers back up to her hand with her foot, but connected her knee with a hard object instead.

“Owf!” the female owner of a kneed cheekbone quietly exclaimed. Octavia muttered an apology and rolled over once again.

She shifted her knees and became comfortable again. Realization came in little waves; why the bed was different, why she wasn’t coated with dried cum and other fluids, why she couldn’t hear Celestia getting railed by her sister, and finally the last tsunami, whom the woman’s voice belonged to all came back.

Octavia sat up and looked down. She was nude, no surprise, and her womanhood still tingled. The room was pitch black, all except one stip of grey moonlight, a sliver that trickled down from the modest hotel curtains to the side of the bed, where it climbed to the cliff and stopped. The scattered light was enough for her night eyes to make out the trace of the most familiar face.

“V-Vinyl…” she mouthed, and a shotgun blast of recollection hit her square in the chest. Octavia held her hands to her heart where an almost physical impact landed and tried to keep it from battering its way out of her chest. Instantly, she remembered who she was, as she had forgotten in her natural awaking amnesia. Her eyes instinctively found the L.E.D. to calculate how much time, if she fell asleep this instant, she could squeeze for sleep before she had to wake up. Three hours and forty minutes exactly, as it was 0220.

She turned her eyes back down to her ghostly girlfriend. Silence hung awkwardly for a few seconds, until Octavia had to breath again. Vinyl stood up on her hands and knees slowly, the shifting of the sheets and creaking bed breaking the thick silence.

“Um,” Vinyl spoke with her breath, her hollow voice sending shivers down Octavia’s spine. “Good morning, sweetie. I… didn’t mean to wake you up.”

Octavia sighed and smiled, grateful for just her girlfriend back, to feel alive in the real world again. “I had to pee anyway,” she replied, softening her smile as Vinyl noiselessly laughed. “What were you doing down there, anyway?”

Vinyl Scratch, also naked as the day she was born, looked away and sprang forward to the head of the bed with as much grace as a drunken goose. “Nothing, really,” she grunted as her bouncing body came to a rest, completely insincere. Octavia rolled over and pushed her lover’s shoulders to the sheets, finding Vinyl’s hand holding a strange cylindrical device.

“What-”

“G-spot vibe,” Vinyl interrupted. “I wanted to see how high I could go without waking you up. You made it to ‘bout halfway,” she said lightly. “I knew you were a light sleeper, though. Maybe I just gotta get you drunk firs-”

Octavia grasped Vinyl’s face in her hand, shutting her up. She had no words, no false playful threats, no teasing, she was spent. Her body was not. However, her womanhood needed release in more ways than one. “You’re lucky I have to go so bad, Vinyl,” she whispered into her girlfriend’s squished, smiling mouth.

She left at that, giving her girlfriend a nice view of her backside as she got up. Octavia received a healthy slap, reacted, smiled over her shoulder, and left to find the bathroom in the dark.

Octavia found the toilet in the pitch black and did her business, her pussy feeling hotter than ever. She needed the lights to wash up, however, and almsot hissed at the injection of light. Brighter than the sun, Octavia used the flash she saw before shutting her eyes to find the soap.

She cracked one eye open barely, shook her hands dry, and began to return to bed. She reached for the light, but a bag caught her little toe, bringing her down.

“F-shit!” Octavia hissed, falling to one knee. She grabbed her pinky toe and cursed the sack in the name of her goddesses. In cranky rage, Octavia kicked the bag with her good heel, causing an envelope, some makeup, a condom (of all things, why?) and receipts and other detritus to spill out.

“You okay, Tavi?” her girlfriend asked out quietly.

“Yes,” she groaned, her toes throbbing. “Just found your purse, is all. Really, you could put it on the chair or something, next time.”

She heard Vinyl murmur something disagreeable(“You’re the one who pounced on me the second you shut the door”) under the noise of her flipping over and adjusting the sheets.

Octavia, still sitting, plucked up the envelope. Vinyl Scratch remained in bed, her toy humming variably. Octavia listened closely, intrigued dually in her girlfriend’s vagina and the envelope she had in her hand. It spoke to her, as much as the vibrations, overcoming instantly her common respect of privacy.

Octavia wiped some sleep from her eyes and squinted out the return address. She was sure she was still reeling from her crazy dream, but after reading and rereading again, and again, and even more, his name was a flavor on her lips.

The name blurred again, but Octavia didn’t need to wipe away the water welling up in her eyes to be sure. She whispered to herself the name, “Slavik”.