It Takes Four to Tango

by psp7master

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance
Length: 5967

Lyra and Bon-Bon have been married for a long time. So have Vinyl and Octavia. They are all good friends, and what can be a better sign of friendship than a foursome?

18+ Lyra and Bon-Bon have been married for a long time. So have Vinyl and Octavia. They are all good friends, and what can be a better sign of friendship than a foursome?

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-07-11 18:25:59 UTC

It Takes Four to Tango

It Takes Four to Tango

"Come on, Tavi, it's a good film!" Vinyl whined, putting on her best puppy-eyes expression as she waved a rectangular box before her wife's eyes, looking into those beautiful pools of lavender pleadingly.

Octavia sighed and shook her head in a show of utter disapproval. "Vinyl, I really don't think a film titled Daring Do and the Carnivourous Dildo can ever be a good one." She frowned, eyeing the box. "Besides, they spelt 'carnivorous' wrong."

"Tavi, it's not about the spelling, it's about the plot!" the white mare protested, levitating a remote control as she placed herself on the comfortable couch in her 'den' in the basement - the only room in her and Octavia's house that she could use as a free-from-snooty-ponies abode. Sure, Vinyl loved her mare, but sometimes she just wanted to have some private time. Besides, the 'den' was a perfect place for making music - both making music, as in, creating new dubtrot compositions, and making music, as in, having some sexy time with Octavia.

And, indeed, she was looking forward to some sexy time in the near future; to be exact, the next few hours. After a week of abstaining (Hooves don't count! Vinyl thought off-handedly), tonight was the perfect night to pounce her wife. In the good way, though; not the bad way.

"Vinyl, you do realise it's porn, right?" the cellist wondered, lowering her head onto her wife's shoulder. It felt warm and soft, and Octavia simply adored the way her mare's pristine coat brushed against her cheek.

"Well duh!" Vinyl shrugged, placing the disk into the player, making Octavia envious of her wife's unicorn magic. "Why would I buy it if it were otherwise?"

The grey mare groaned at Vinyl's logic, but prepared to enjoy the upcoming show... in more than one way. The TV screen flashed a mild blue and depicted the usual not-for-foals warning. As if foals would ever buy a film with such a stupid title, Octavia thought. Still, given all the crap the book industry was producing, like Daring Do and the Estate Agent and Daring Do and the Modern Tax Law... Well, it was no surprise that the general intelligence level had significantly dropped recently.

Finally, the title appeared on the screen as the film started. A golden-coated pegasus mare trotted into a badly-decorated office, taking a glance at the desk, behind which a grey unicorn mare wearing a red tie was sitting, tapping her hooves against each other impatiently.

"Wow, Tavi, she looks just like you!" Vinyl exclaimed, pointing at the screen. "Only her mane is brown, and short, and she's a unicorn."

"The similarity is astonishing," Octavia replied sarcastically, but the sarcasm fell flat on the white mare, who just nodded eagerly.

"I know right?!"

The cellist sighed and kissed her wife on the tip of her horn. As foalish as Vinyl was, she still loved her dearly, and moments like this only showed how cute the DJ was when she was failing to grasp at simple concepts.

Meanwhile, on the screen, the business-like mare stood up and approached, presumably, Daring Do, if the golden-coloured pegasus with grey-spectre mane and a rather bizarre hat was meant to depict the hero of the popular novels.

"Daring Do! I'm so glad you came!" the unicorn exclaimed, throwing her hooves around the adventurous mare's neck.

Vinyl snorted, suppressing laughter. "She hasn't... yet."

Octavia groaned but couldn't help but chuckle at the white mare's remark. Oh, Vinyl... She sighed, rubbing her nose against the unicorn's cheek.

"What's the matter, Skilful Tongue?" The golden pegasus wondered in concern as the film rolled on.

"Really? 'Skilful Tongue'?" Octavia mused aloud, casting a glance at her wife, who seemed to be rather mesmerised by the show.

"Oh Daring, I have this new type of vibrator that needs testing and I just can't find a volunteer!" the grey unicorn wailed, covering her eyes with a hoof dramatically.

Oh Celestia, could they have possibly come up with a worse script? the cellist wondered mentally as she lowered her head onto her mare's lap, making Vinyl feel warm inside; and not only inside, to tell the truth.

"Wow, the script writers are geniuses!" the white mare exclaimed in a genuine tone, taking in the information from the screen wide-eyed.

"Genii," the cellist corrected her wife with a slight frown.

"Yeah, those too," Vinyl agreed, piercing the screen with her gaze.

The business-like unicorn approached her desk and opened a drawer, levitating a phallic object before her eyes.

Octavia gasped. It's... They don't make them so long... do they? She glanced at her wife, who had a less terrified expression on her face. If anything, Vinyl looked mildly curious, eyeing the monstrous dildo with a touch of respect and admiration.

As the events on the screen proceeded in the only way they could ever proceed in such a film, the cellist found herself blushing madly as a thick, piercing warmth spread beneath her nethers. Octavia didn't feel comfortable without getting a release, but at the same time she just couldn't start masturbating before her wife! That would be plainly wrong! The cellist closed her eyes, the pleasant moans from the screen still reaching her ears, though.

Octavia took a side glance at Vinyl, who was eyeing the show eagerly, munching on a bag of popcorn. I don't want to know where she got it, and how she does that... the grey mare mused, turning away with a sigh. Vinyl was so close, so dangerously close, but at the same time she, Octavia, couldn't interrupt her wife. The DJ was just so involved in the film! Honestly, Octavia couldn't see how anypony could watch porn like that, but then again, it was Vinyl, and she had long given up any hopes of scrutinising her wife's behaviour.

So, it was her, the saucy tape, and her hooves... The cellist exhaled, eyeing the sexy activity on the screen - apparently, Daring Do had quite an enjoyable time testing the 'Carnivourous' dildo - and laid her hooves in her lap, gently massaging her thighs. Her hooves rubbed the soft skin in circular motions as she avoided touching the most sensitive area, lest she be driven into an orgasmic frenzy before her wife.

Her inner folds parted slightly, expecting one hell of a rubbing, but Octavia kept her hooves away from the delicate flesh, rubbing the inside parts of her thighs, shivering slightly in pleasure, suppressing a moan of delight. She loved such foreplay with Vinyl, but she had to admit that only she herself really knew all the sweet spots.

Vinyl was still watching the show, oblivious to her mare's desperate actions. She was already feeling hot down there, but the film was just so exciting! The script was one of the best she'd ever witnessed, even better than in the famous film, Daring Do and the Estate Agent that was one of her favourites.

Finally, Octavia moaned deeply, unable to suppress herself any more, as she touched her soaking pussy, a gesture that sent a shiver down her spine immediately. Her eyes shot wide open just as she realised that she'd made herself heard... and seen.

Turning her attention towards the white unicorn, the cellist could very well see the smirk upon her beautiful face, and feel her wife's imminent arousal. And indeed, the arousal was approaching fast. Vinyl paused the film and crawled towards a heavily blushing Octavia, who desperately tried to cover her most prized possession (even more prized than her cello, she had to admit).

"Soooo..." Vinyl grinned, laying her body atop Octavia's, feeling the cellist's rushed, swingy heartbeat, sensing the sweat upon her belly, the incredible wetness between her legs. "Somepony's being naughty here, am I right, Octy?" she cooed into the grey mare's ear, taking a gentle nibble on it instantly afterwards.

Octavia let out a little yelp. She wasn't new to this - each time they had some kinky fun, Vinyl was calling her, Octy, instead of, Tavi - but still, the very nickname coming from her lover's lips would make her more and more excited every time she'd hear it.

Vinyl began stroking Octavia's gorgeous black mane, knowing very well just how much her wife loved it; had always loved it, ever since they'd become marefriends. "I can't hear you, Octy~" Definitely, she was in the mood for a tease.

"Come on, Vinyl, this is not the time-" Octavia began, shifting her legs so that they were rubbing against each other, only prolonging the terrible suspense. She needed to get off now, and her wife was only delaying the wonderful moment.

To her displeasure, the unicorn stopped messing with her mane, her face beaming with a grin. "Oh, is that so, Octy?" She rubbed Octavia's lower belly for a few seconds, eliciting a half-moan, half-yelp from the grey mare. "I guess I'll just go back to watching the film and leave you with your hooves~"

That did it; whatever sane part of the cellist's mind seemed to be in a charge gave up its dominant position, letting lust reign over the earth pony mare. "Yes, yes, I've been naughty!" she shrieked, shutting her eyes, her body trembling in the wake of the delicate foreplay.

"Then maybe you would like me..." Vinyl leaned in, her soft, hot breath covering the cellist's ear. "To rut you?" With that, she ran her hoof along Octavia's leg.

"Oh yes!~" The grey mare couldn't restrain herself, bawdily grinding her legs against her wife's hoof.

"What was that?" the DJ wondered, wiggling her brow as she started massaging Octavia's flank with one hoof while her other hoof made circular motions around the cellist's prize.

"Vinyl!" the cellist shrieked in delight, bucking her hips in the air, missing her wife's snout by a centimetre. "Don't make me beg," she pleaded, basking in pleasure.

The DJ smirked, slowing her well-paced routine. "Why?" She nibbled on the cellist's ear, eliciting another moan from the grey mare. "It's so fun~"

The rubbing, the nibbling, that sing-song voice - it was enough for Octavia to seemingly lose her mind as her tongue left her mouth, hanging in the corner. "P-p-please rut me!" she exclaimed, shivering, her shoulders shrugging on their own.

Vinyl shrugged as well, only hers was a shrug of sadistic mockery. "Oh, I don't really think you want it." She withdrew from the cellist's thighs, smiling in satisfaction at her wife's displeased grunt.

"Vinyl, please!" Octavia begged, her mind hazy and clouded. Vinyl had always succeeded at making her the submissive one. "I need to get off!" She tried to press her marehood against the DJ's hoof, but Vinyl evaded the motion, leaning back with a grin.

"Oh." Vinyl rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "And... how can I help you?" she wondered, feigning seriousness.

Octavia took a deep breath, closing her eyes. "Just rut me already!" she yelled on top of her lungs, sliding towards the white mare.

***

Lyra grunted and rolled over, facing her wife, whose cream-coloured coat glistened with sweat, her striped mane tangled and messy. She eyed the blissful smile on the earth pony mare's face and sighed, closing her eyes. She hadn't got off. Not a single time this night.

The mint unicorn grunted again, quieter this time. It wasn't her mare's fault. Nor was it her fault, though. Something had been preventing her from cumming for a few weeks already, and she would give her left hoof to know what exactly.

Loud moans and pants coming from the flat next door didn't help. On one hoof, Lyra and Bon-Bon had known Vinyl and Octavia for many a year, and the mint unicorn was genuinely happy that their neighbours were having a good time; but on the other hoof, she was so envious. Octavia and Vinyl surely knew how to have a fun time, and that fun time always led to mutual orgasms, sometimes quite a few. If only she could orgasm like that!

But she could not. While Bon-Bon was bathing in blissful pleasure, she, Lyra, was left unsatisfied. She desperately wanted it to change; but what could she do? She needed a drastic change; but such changes were always connected to changing the partner. However, she loved her wife so much that the very thought of adultery seemed impossible to her.

"Sweetie?" the cream-coloured pony called out, having woken up from her wife's quiet grumbling. "Are you all right?"

For a moment, Lyra considered shrugging off the question with a usual 'Yes, I'm all right', but decided against it. "No, Bonnie." She sighed. "I'm not all right, and you know it."

Bon-Bon groaned. "You didn't-"

"I didn't," Lyra confirmed with a sigh. "Not once."

"Even when I-"

"No." The mint unicorn shook her head firmly. "I'm sorry, Bon-Bon, I just... couldn't." She covered her forehead with a hoof.

The cream-coloured mare sniffed, burying her face in the pillow. "I-I-I-" she sobbed, making Lyra feel bad for her mare. "I'm a terrible wife!" she exclaimed in despair. "I- I can't even make my beloved climax!"  Now Bon-Bon was openly wailing aloud.

Lyra pressed her muzzle against her wife's neck and kept nuzzling her until the sobs grew quieter. Finally, with one last sob, Bon-Bon said, "I won't blame you if you, you know..." She sniffed. "Go for a roll in the hay with another mare. I'll understand-"

Suddenly, Lyra slapped her wife on the cheek; a gesture that would usually turn her on, but right now just snapped her out of her miserable state. "Bonnie!" the unicorn exclaimed. "I can't believe it! I would never, ever betray you!" Her eyes were teary now, as well. "We'll find a way," she said lamentably.

"We will." Bon-Bon put her hoof on Lyra's cheek. "Maybe we can ask Vinyl and Octavia about how they manage to keep their sex life active?"

The mint unicorn nodded. They'd always shared all kinds of problems with their neighbours, and friends, so why not ask them for advice this time?

"Yes," Lyra agreed. "That would be nice."

***

"So, what's up?" Vinyl wondered, munching on a thick slice of toast richly coated with her favourite strawberry jelly. Some of the substance got stuck on her chin, and Octavia pointed it out with a frown.

"Vinyl, please, clean that." The cellist took a sip of her tea, smiling indulgently at Bon-Bon and Lyra, who were sitting opposite them at the rectangular table. "You'll have to forgive Vinyl: she can be messy, but you already know it," she added with a smile.

"Hey, Octy, you weren't so concerned about me being messy last night." The DJ tossed her wife a wink, trying to lick off the jelly.

Octavia sighed. "Here." She took a napkin, wiping off the red substance from her wife's fur. "Better?"

Vinyl nodded. "Much better, Octy, thanks." Her gaze once more focused on their neighbours. "So, you said you had a problem or something?" The white pony took another slice, digging her teeth into the bread.

Bon-Bon shifted uneasily, holding her wife's hoof. "You see, Lyra..." The mare received an approving nod from the mint unicorn. "Lyra has a problem with... climaxing," she lowered her voice, as if there were other ponies around who could hear her.

Octavia gasped, turning a deep shade of pink, while Vinyl tapped her chin, the gears in her head rolling. She really wanted to help her friend, but what could she do if... A-ha! "Bon-Bon." Vinyl smiled triumphantly. "Have you tried hornjobs?" she wondered, already aware of the answer. There was no way in Tartarus that such a meek pony as Bon-Bon would try to please her mare in such a way.

"H-hornjobs?" the cream-coloured mare squeaked, blushing fiercely.

Vinyl nodded. "Yep, hornjobs. Really make unicorns... horny." She looked around with a wide grin, which faded in the wake of three deadpan stares. "All right, all right... Not like anypony can appreciate a good pun here..." she grumbled, proceeding to her toast.

Octavia sighed, placing her hoof on top of Bon-Bon's. "Vinyl's right, Bon-Bon. A hornjob is a secure way to your partner's delight." She looked at Lyra. "Am I right?"

The mint unicorn averted her eyes, feeling heat rush through her cheeks. "Well, um... I didn't want to push Bonnie to do it," she explained. "Besides, she, well..." The lyrist rubbed the back of her head sheepishly. "She doesn't know how to do it."

Bon-Bon flushed with embarrassment. "I've just never tried it, that's all." She chewed on her lip. "You... you just... suck on the horn, right?" she wondered quietly.

"Not quite," Octavia retorted mildly. "You see..." She tapped her hoof against the table idly, glancing at the clock. The day was still young, a little past five o'clock. The sun was winking at the mares, passing by the window, peeking in through the curtains. "There's a certain technique here," the cellist explained. "I... I don't know how to explain it."

Thick silence enveloped the kitchen, interrupted only by the mares' breathing and occasional sigh. The gears in Vinyl's head seemed to be turning around at dangerous speed. Finally, the white unicorn spoke up. "Why don't we show you two how to do it?"

Octavia looked at her wife, awestruck by the sudden suggestion. "Vinyl?"

The DJ waved her hooves in the air at her cellist's menacing tone. "Tavi, listen, it'll be just a lesson!" She smiled apologetically. "Nothing too expl- expli- Nothing too sexy," she promised. "Besides, it's not like those two haven't seen us go at it."

Now Lyra and Bon-Bon's eyes were drawn to the grey mare, who huffed, tossing her charcoal mane back. "Well, we were drunk, and so were they! The difference is that now we're all sober."

"We're here, guys, just so you know," Bon-Bon whispered meekly from her corner.

"Well, we can fix it!" Vinyl exclaimed cheerfully. "But then again, they won't get much experience if we're all wasted..." She rubbed her chin, deep in thought. "Listen, Tavi, we're old good friends; it's not creepy!"

After a few moments of fervent thinking, Octavia hung her head low and sighed. "Well, um... Are you all right with it?" she asked their neighbours in a tiny voice.

"Yes!" Lyra exclaimed, maybe a little too enthusiastically to Bon-Bon's liking.

"Well, then... Shall we move to the living room for the... demonstration?" the cellist suggested, still in disbelief at her own decision.

"Let's do it, fillies!" Vinyl grinned, and was the first one to leave the kitchen, prancing on her way.

"She's rather... excitable," Bon-Bon observed. "Always been," she added under her breath.

Octavia groaned, facehoofing. "What have I got myself into..."

***

"So."

The four mares sat on the opposite sides of the sofa, Bon-Bon resting in Lyra's lap, and Vinyl leaning on Octavia's shoulder. The mint unicorn couldn't hide her excitement, but at least attempted to do so, lest her wife be disheartened. Octavia's embarrassment was evident, but she hid it beneath a polite smile. Vinyl, on the other hoof, was smiling broadly, her red eyes flickering with lust and expectation.

"So," the DJ repeated, glancing at her mare. "We gonna show Bon-Bon how it's done or what?"

With a groan, the cellist shrugged her wife off her shoulder, sitting on the sofa in such a fashion that all her actions would be visible to both Lyra and Bon-Bon. Might as well make myself comfortable, she mused, eyeing her mare.

"This is so embarrassing..." she whispered to nopony in particular. Clearing her throat, she said out loud, "Well, Bon-Bon, a hornjob isn't a hard task, once you get to know how to do it properly." The grey mare leaned closer to the unicorn. "First, you have to give the horn a gentle lick." I can't believe I'm doing this... Closing her eyes, she ran her tongue along the whole length of Vinyl's horn, eliciting a yelp from her wife. "See?" Octavia opened her eyes, looking at the cream-coloured mare. "Now you try."

Gulping, Bon-Bon raised her head, piercing her wife's eyes with a nervous gaze. She is so excited, the mare thought. She's waiting for it... How can I ever let her down? Trying to mimic Octavia's motions, she touched Lyra's horn with the tip of her tongue. It tasted like... a horn. A bone. A curved, magical bone, but a bone nonetheless. For some reason, though, Lyra winced. "Oh my Celestia!" Bon-Bon gasped. "I'm so sorry, Lyra, I didn't mean to-"

"That's all right, Bonnie." Lyra nodded shakily. "It's just... very good."

"Oh." A devious grin appeared on the cream-coloured mare's face, and she immediately licked Lyra's horn from the bottom to the very tip in hopes of bringing about a wave of pleasure for her lover. The unicorn moaned, running her hoof through her wife's striped mane.

Octavia smiled, nodding at Bon-Bon. "Good, now, try this." She pressed her lips against the tip of Vinyl's horn, bringing them closer and closer to the base, slowly gulping down her entire length. The DJ yelped, her ears twitching involuntary. "Damn, Octy, that's good!"

Encouraged by the grey mare's success, the cream-coloured pony brought her lips at her wife's horn and immediately bopped her head down, feeling the tip of Lyra's horn poke at her throat. Resisting the urge to gag, she decided to roll he tongue around the horn while still holding it in the firm grip of her lips.

The moment she'd done that, however, Lyra shrieked and her horn erupted in a myriad of tiny sparkles that hit Bon-Bon's tongue, paralysing it.

"Mmmff!" Bon-Bon staggered back, falling from the couch, rubbing her numb tongue with her hooves.

"I-I'm sorry, Bonnie! I'm so, so sorry!" Lyra shouted, leaping at her mare hecticly, unsure what to do in such a situation.

Just as Vinyl burst into a fit of laughter, Octavia rolled her eyes and approached their neighbours, patting Lyra on the shoulder gently. "It's all right," she assured the unicorn. "It'll take a few minutes for her tongue to regain sensitivity; it's a common mistake." The grey mare ran her hoof through Lyra's mane. How in the world haven't I noticed how smooth and sexy she looks when she's embarrassed? she thought with a mental blush. "You see, Bon-Bon," she addressed the earth pony mare, who, by now, had begun to chew on her tongue experimentally. "You have to take it slow..." How do I explain it? "Like... this." With a slight blush, Octavia ran her tongue along Lyra's horn, making the unicorn's mouth open in astonishment.

Bon-Bon's eyes widened to the size of saucers at the sight. Is she... Is she sucking my mare off?..

Vinyl gasped in surprise, but soon, her excitement got the best of her. Well, they are our neighbours, after all... the unicorn mused, slowly crawling towards a shocked Bon-Bon. Can't hurt to try new things once in a while, right? With that, she nibbled on the cream-coloured mare's ear. "Hey, Bonnie, feeling left out?" she whispered into her ear seductively.

Just as Bon-Bon turned her head to reply, she was met with a fervent kiss from the white unicorn. With puzzlement, and betraying arousal, she felt Vinyl's tongue slide into her mouth, exploring her cave aggressively. The mare wasn't used to such rough making-out, but it was indeed something new to try. Seeing as her wife was moaning in pleasure at the touch of Octavia's tongue that was swirling all around her length now, she decided that it was for the better to just give in to the temptation.

Slowly, ever-so-slowly, Bon-Bon let her tongue crawl out to lick at the inside of Vinyl's lips, lapping at the tender skin gently. Vinyl took it as an invitation and lowered her hoof to massage the earth pony's left thigh. Bon-Bon moaned into the unicorn's mouth, shivering in pleasure. Vinyl's touch was refreshing; after Lyra's tenderness, some rough rubbing was exactly what she needed.

Feeling more determined, the cream-coloured mare allowed herself to engage in a tongue-wrestling session with Vinyl, trying to push the intruder out of her mouth and into the mouth of the white unicorn. Vinyl was having none of it, so she proceeded to rub her hoof against Bon-Bon's tender opening, making her shriek in delight.

Meanwhile, Octavia was taking Lyra's horn in her mouth fully, sucking her off roughly, but still paying attention to each intimate detail, like running her tongue around the tip every once in a while and swishing it around the base. Her gaze fell upon the other corner of the sofa, where, to her surprise, her wife was rubbing her neighbour's pussy with lust and fervour. Celestia, what is she doing?! Looking down, at the shaking form of bliss-enhanced Lyra, her thoughts took another direction, Celestia, what am Idoing?! For a moment, she seriously considered stopping, but, upon seeing Lyra's face, and Bon-Bon's face, she resolved to carry on. After all, it was all good between old friends, right?

Octavia lowered her hoof, bringing it closer to Lyra's lower belly, and started rubbing the mare gently. Once (when they'd all got incredibly drunk), Bon-Bon had confessed that her wife absolutely loved belly rubs. The cellist was eager to prove it. And indeed, Lyra purred like a cat, arching her back and shutting her eyes close. With a grin, the cellist lowered her hoof, slightly touching the unicorn's inner folds. Lyra gasped and looked up to face the grey mare who gave her a sly grin and a wink, digging her hoof deeper.

Startled by Lyra's elongated moan, Vinyl looked aside, watching her wife pleasuring the mint unicorn both by sucking her off and clopping her wet marehood. That's my Tavi! she couldn't help but think as she decided to break the kiss and let Bon-Bon see what else her skilful tongue could do. More like Octy, though, she added absent-mindedly, planting a soft kiss on Bon-Bon's cheek before proceeding lower.

Starting off with small, breezy kisses along the cream-coloured neck, Vinyl felt the heat in her lower body rising, threatening to break her artificial tranquillity. No longer able to keep her cool, the unicorn lowered her lips to the earth pony's belly and started to rub her wet marehood with her hoof, touching all the special spots that only Octavia and she knew.

At the sight of her wife moaning under the white unicorn, Lyra couldn't restrain herself anymore: she yelled, feeling her folds quiver at the grey mare's touch. Sensing this, Octavia hastened both the pace of her clopping and her sucking, and, after a few hectic moments, the mint mare's horn erupted in a powerful orgasm, sending magical sparkles flying everywhere. Fortunately, the cellist had withdrawn her lips from the horn beforehoof, instead bringing them towards the lyrist's pussy.

Octavia hadn't expected Lyra to be such a squirter, but then again, all ponies were wrong from time to time. The unicorn's juices hit her in the muzzle, soaking her lips and tongue. The cellist made no move to swallow, instead savouring the liquid in her mouth. Lyra's juices were sweeter than Vinyl's; Octavia assumed that it was from eating too much sweets. Or too much Bon-Bon, she added with a smile.

The cellist brought her lips against the unicorn's, letting Lyra taste, well, herself. The kiss wasn't long, but it was long enough for Lyra to drift off to the pleasant afterglow. "I didn't know you were such a sprinter," she teased the unicorn, nibbling on her ear, before diverting her attention to her wife and Bon-Bon.

Vinyl had already begun licking Bon-Bon's pussy in abrupt, rhythmic motions, lapping at her marehood fervishly. Octavia grinned and slowly approached the pair. No regrets.

With that in mind, the cellist lowered herself onto the floor, bringing her muzzle to the oblivious unicorn's flank. Winking at Bon-Bon, Octavia took a long lick at her wife's cutie mark, making Vinyl yelp in surprise and stop her licking routine for a moment.

Any other time, Octavia would be up for some slow teasing, but right now, she had another idea in mind. Digging her muzzle into the white mare's folds, she started circling her tongue around Vinyl's clit, years of experience allowing her to find the sacred button quickly. The DJ moaned in delight, trying to keep attending to the cream-coloured mare's pussy. It was getting harder and harder for her, though, as Octavia quickened her pace, nibbling on her wife's clip from time to time, knowing very well it was driving Vinyl insane.

Bon-Bon could do nothing but lie there, her marehood unattended as Vinyl was moaning a squirming at her wife's rough touch. She cast a glance at her own mare, watching Lyra pant heavily, trying to come to her senses after a powerful orgasm. The very thought of her wife brought to climax by another mare was shocking, yet terribly arousing. The cream-coloured hoof made its way down, but stopped as Octavia shook her head slightly while eating Vinyl out.

As the grey mare began sucking on Vinyl's clit eagerly, the DJ lost control of her senses, shivering and moaning like the needy mess she was. "Celestia, Tavi, buck me!"

Octavia smiled in satisfaction, trying to establish eye contact with her mare. "Do you really want it, Vinyl?" A little tease never hurt anypony...

"For Luna's sake, YES! Buck me already!" Vinyl grunted, her hips shifting involuntary, trying to bring Octavia's muzzle back to her soaking entrance.

"With pleasure." Octavia buried her muzzle into Vinyl's folds, lapping like a furious Diamond Dog, sucking on and nibbling Vinyl's clit as hard as she could without possibly harming her love. Needless to say, after a few minutes of such intensive treatment, the DJ started shaking and yelling obscenities in the air.

Wiping her muzzle off with the back of her hoof, the cellist nodded satisfactorily and moved the post-orgasmic figure of her wife out of the way, approaching Bon-Bon with an indulgent smile. "Those unicorns never last long," she whispered into the cream-coloured ear, her hot breath falling onto Bon-Bon's skin, setting the mare's nethers on fire. "We earth pony mares know our anatomy way better, don't we?" The usually calm and refined Octavia licked Bon-Bon's ear, her tongue tickling the inside, making the cream-coloured mare wonder if this was her naughty 'Octy' personality Vinyl'd told her and Lyra about.

However, all thoughts ceased in Bon-Bon's mind as Octavia pressed her tender lips against her, kissing her gently, nibbling at her lower lip passionately. She tasted strangely... violet, Bon-Bon observed, if colours could ever describe taste.

Gasping, Vinyl crawled towards the mint unicorn, leaning onto her as she tried to cope with her afterglow, feeling weak and immensely delighted. "Wow, never thought that seeing Octy make out with Bon-Bon would be so hot," she observed idly, placing her head onto Lyra's shoulder.

"Yeah... Me neither," the lyrist concluded, watching the two earth pony mares engaging in a fervent make-out session. "Hey, Vinyl..." She turned her head towards the white unicorn. "Wanna make out?"

The DJ shrugged. "Sure, why not?" With that, she tossed her lips upon the mint mare's, guiding her tongue into the lyrist's mouth, and was instantly met by Lyra's tongue that invited her for a tango across the dance floor of two mouths.

Meanwhile, Octavia decided that drastic measures had to be taken and broke the kiss, letting a thick trail of saliva connect her lips with Bon-Bon's. "Bon-Bon, my dear, I'm afraid you haven't come yet, am I right?"

The cream-coloured mare nodded meekly, blushing slightly upon seeing a sly grin upon the cellist's face.

"Well, we need to fix this. " Octavia lowered her head, her nose rubbing against Bon-Bon's opening that, by now, was already dripping with mare fluids.

"Wow, that was hot," Vinyl said, breaking the kiss, panting heavily. Turning her head towards the other side of the sofa, however, she amended herself, "No, that is hot." Watching her wife eating out Lyra's wife was terribly exciting, and, even though she had already come, she felt like she was up for some more.

"Hey Lyra," she addressed the mint unicorn with a playful grin. "Look what horns are good for." She crawled towards her wife, who was still occupied with Bon-Bon's marehood, and took a long lick at Octavia's pussy, eliciting a short yelp from her mare.

"Mmm, all wet already," Vinyl whispered, lowering her head and pointing her horn at the wet entrance. Slowly, ever so slowly, she let the tip of her horn poke at Octavia's folds first, and then thrust it inside.

Octavia yelled in sheer bliss and bit on Bon-Bon's clit, losing control for a moment. The cream-coloured mare began moaning and grunting, arching her back and shutting her eyes in a mix of pain and pleasure. However, her cries were muffled by the touch of her wife's lips as Lyra decided that it was time for her to tend to her mare. Moaning into her lyrist's mouth, Bon-Bon felt her body relax completely, apart from the walls of her marehood that were clenching Octavia's tongue, tense and ready to erupt.

"Lyra!" Bon-Bon gasped as the mint unicorn broke the kiss. The lyrist only smiled and winked at her slyly.

"Hey, I'm kinda feeling all left out. Wanna fix this?" Without waiting for the reply, Lyra carefully placed herself on top of Bon-Bon's head so that her prize was directly above her lover's mouth.

Getting the idea, Bon-Bon started licking passionately. For the first time in many days, Lyra finally felt her orgasm approaching - and from her wife's tender touch, no less!

After a few minutes of thrusting, licking and slurping, the mares' grunts grew louder and louder with each passing second.

Vinyl was the first to cum, her horn erupting in a powerful magical orgasm. Unable to handle the pleasure inside her marehood, Octavia yelped and shook as a tidal wave of pleasure broke her defences, not without giving Bon-Bon's pussy one last powerful lick that made the cream-coloured mare moan into her wife.

In a few seconds, Lyra came as well, spraying her love nectar all around her wife's face. Bon-Bon sucked it greedily, missing the delicious taste of her mare on her lips.

Breathing heavily, the four mares basked in their respective afterglows. "Wow," Vinyl said finally. "We came at the same time? And here I was, thinking that that happen only in porn."

"That's... That's not all," Octavia managed. "You two unicorns owe Bon-Bon and me an orgasm each." She winked at the cream-coloured mare. "Vinyl, go fetch Sir Morning Glory from the bedroom, please."

Sir... Morning... Glory? Bon-Bon blinked dumbly, exchanging a baffled look with her wife, who merely shrugged.

"Come on, Tavi, we don't need that old dildo now," the DJ retorted. "I'll go bring my bass dildo!" she exclaimed, throwing a hoof in the air and getting up slowly. "Hey, Lyra, Bonnie." She grinned at their astonished neighbours. "You better prepare your flanks."

She snickered, walking towards the door. "Literally."

***

"Wow. That was... something." Bon-Bon exhaled heavily, eyeing the three mares who were lying next to her under the covers.

"That was bucking awesome," Lyra corrected her, enjoying the soft touch of her wife's shoulder.

"I have to agree," Octavia managed, smiling at the form of her own wife lying next to her on the large bed. "Well, I hope we've solved your 'issue' now, right, Lyra?"

The mint unicorn nodded, eyeing her mare lovingly.

"That doesn't mean we won't do it again, right?" Vinyl asked, raising her head weakly. Catching the three stares directed at her, she grinned and levitated her shades. "After all..." She put them on.

"It takes four to tango."