"Tavi?" Called Vinyl cautiously into the lobby of the Ponyville Auditorium. She had her head slightly cracked inside, the rest of her body out the door. It was about 10:00 at night, and most of Ponyville was sleeping, and if it weren't for a note Octavia had left on Vinyl's bedroom door, she would be as well.
The DJ shivered. It was gently snowing outside, and it was so warm in the lobby...
She took a step inside and let the door close on itself. It was warm in here, but Vinyl couldn't help but get a cold shiver down her spine. The lobby was dead silent, yet she got the feeling that she wasn't alone. She looked around the room.
There were two large double doors in the center of the wall, which lead to the auditorium. On the side, there were a few bathrooms and a water fountain, and perched in the corner on a slightly raised platform, was a beautiful grand piano. Vinyl immediately trotted up to it. Before she became a DJ, she had dabbled in classical music, and she was curious to see if she could still play. She was sure that whatever Octavia wanted could wait a few minutes.
She hopped up on the bench, and lifted her hooves to play, before she spotted a single leaf of paper on the music rack. She lifted up her purple sunglasses to read the letter, which was penned in perfect cursive.
"The Stage"
Vinyl looked between the double doors and the note. This was Octavia's handwriting... But what did she want in there? The whole theatre was empty, and the silence just felt so... Creepy.
She hopped off of the bench and walked slowly up to the double doors.
Vinyl Scratch pushed open one of the thick, heavy, gates, only to find herself staring at a dark, impenetrable void of shadow. The dim light from the lobby only shone a few measly feet into the theatre, and beyond the paltry illumination was... Nothingness. Just darkness. Even the guide lights along the walkways had been turned off, which was strange. Someone had tampered with the electrical box here, and that thought didn't make Vinyl feel safe.
"Octavia, where are you? Seriously, I'm starting to get a bit weirded out by all this."
As if responding to Vinyls words, the lights in the lobby shut off abruptly, leaving Her bathed in darkness from head to hoof. Suddenly, a streak of low intensity red LED's lit up a pathway to the center of the stage. Still no sight of Octavia herself.
Vinyl decided to walk down the path. This was Octavia, whatever she was doing, it wouldn't be of any harm to her. So what did she have to fear? She cantered carefully down the illuminated walkway.
Once she reached the end of it, the LED's blinked off. Then, a dim spotlight was cast on top of the stage. There was nothing in the spotlight, save for another tiny piece of paper. She hopped on top of the stage and walked toward the note. Though the light wasn't bright, she could make out Octavia's calligraphy.
"Stand Still"
As soon as Vinyl had time to finish the note, the spotlight blinked out, leaving her in the darkness. Even though she knew Octavia wouldn't hurt her... She was frightened. What was going on? Why all the theatrics without any warning? What did Octavia want.
Suddenly, she felt a long, smooth, surface rub down her neck. Vinyl tensed up as she felt the object tickle her skin. It was long and thin, and as it brushed against her, she let out a small shiver.
"Octi?" Vinyl fidgeted. "Octi, is that you?"
Suddenly, a hoof was placed gently on her lips. Vinyl lit her horn in a faint blue, casting an ethereal glow between the two. Octavia stood in front of her, her bow in her left hoof, and a sultry, seductive smile on her face.
As the blue from her horn dimmed, she saw Octavia lean in, and just as the darkness reclaimed them, Vinyl felt a pair of warm lips meet her own. Octavia's kiss was gentle, her tongue only barely pushed into the white unicorns lips, as she pushed against her body in an almost dainty fashion.
Vinyl was surprised by the sudden motion, and before she was able to accept it and kiss back, Octavia had disappeared into the shadows, leaving Vinyl alone and now slightly turned on in the dark. What was this mare playing at? As she searched for Octavia's body in front of her, she felt the cellist wrap her hooves stomach, before gently pulling her to the ground. She rubbed her cheek against the side of Vinyl's neck, before nibbling on the Unicorns ear.
Vinyl let out a slight yelp of surprise. She hadn't even heard Octavia move, how was she doing this? Whatever, it felt magical. Vinyl tried to use her hoof to reach around and feel Octavia, but she had disappeared once again. Vinyl felt a wave of loneliness hit her. Why did she keep leaving? As she thought this, she felt a warm tongue slide from her flank to the inside of her leg, sending a ripple of pleasure through Vinyl's body. Vinyl opened her legs for the Cellist to make herself at home, and smiled to herself as she felt the tongue slide closer and closer to her special area.
This time, Vinyl wasn't going to be denied her pleasure. She thrusted her body upwards to try and force the tongue on her nethers, but as she did so, she felt only air.
A soft whimper of disappointment seeped from Vinyls lips as she was once again left alone. 'How was Octavia doing this?' Vinyl thought. 'It's like she knows every move I'm going to make!'
Suddenly Vinyl felt Octavia push herself against her, locking lips once again... However, the lips Vinyl met with were far to wet and hot to be the ones she expected. She felt Octavia lay on too of her. The Cellist's head was inching ever closer to Vinyls aching vagina.
As soon as she felt her wet mouth make contact with her pussy, she almost came right then. All of this strange... Shadow play had gotten her quite pent up in a short amount of time. Every time Octavia so much as grazed her labia, Vinyls body would jolt with sexual electricity.
After a few seconds of Octavia's pleasureful kiss against the unicorns now wet set of lips, Vinyl began returning the favor. She felt Octavia's body ripple with pleasure as she was stimulated via Vinyl's tongue.
Each lick was like small shock of ecstasy, sending her all the way to heaven and back within each stroke of her soft tongue. Vinyl was beginning to fall into the rhythm of their duet, each of their licks metered like that of a sensual metronome, each lick coming after the other like clockwork.
When suddenly, the meter was broken. Octavia had stopped to grab something, and as she held it in her hooves, Vinyl looked up from behind the Cellists rump.
"Hey, why did you stoaaah!"
Octavia had the bow placed directly on Vinyls clit, and was bowing it up and down slowly, as if she were playing a song. The motion drove Vinyl mad, causing her to yelp and scream with pleasure as her ripples of pleasure almost became spastic. Despite Vinyls movements, Octavia kept the bow right on it's mark, with the accuracy and precision of a professional musician, as she stroked a dreamy reverie in between her legs.
As Vinyl was now writhing around underneath the Cellist as she picked up the tempo.
"Oc, ah! Octi! I'm getting hnng, close!"
Octavia pulled the along the bulb unto the back of the tool was past her shoulder, before she dipped the tip of the bow inside of Vinyl an began to move it in and out. Screams echoed in the halls of the dark auditorium, as Octavia played a fugue in Vinyls love tunnel.
As the she drew the song to a close, she felt a small spray of liquid sprinkle her hoof, before gave the bow one final thrust, sinking halfway inside of her, before letting go and listening to Vinyl's carnal screams.
Vinyl rode the pleasure like a wave, letting the feeling wash over her for what seemed like an eternity, before opening her eyes.
To her surprise, Octavia was gone. Only the bow remained, which was still deep inside Vinyls vagina, only this time, with a small piece of paper attached to it. Vinyl slowly pulled the bow from out of her, letting out a small moan as she did so, and read the note. In perfect cursive, it read,
Vinyl Scratch exploded from the front door of the auditorium, the still moist bow firmly in her teeth, and her tongue subtly licking the tasteful juices from the smooth wood. Mmm, they were delicious, the slightly thick liquid would stick to the roof of her mouth as she sloshed it all over her taste buds.
The coldness of the snow outside was directly contrasting the heat between her legs, which was burning with an almost irresistible heat, begging to be rubbed. Even though she had climaxed, Octavia's strangely sensual shadow sex was quickly working her back up. Vinyl needed more.
She frantically searched the surrounding area, hoping to catch a glimpse of the grey cellist on her way to the music store, and perhaps intercept her to romp around in the snow. As she looked around, she saw nothing. Just a few street lamps starkly illuminating the streets of Ponyville.
Vinyl began to prance around impatiently. "Music store, music store, which way's the music store?" she muttered over and over to herself. She had been there hundreds of times, but in her licentious state, she couldn't think straight. She hopped around uncomfortably as she tried to remember, before she finally recalled. Past the library, next to Quills and Sofas.
She took off in a full gallop, desire causing her legs to move faster and her heart to go crazy. Her hair billowed annoyingly in her face as she rocketed to the music store. "C'mon legs, move faster!" she complained to herself.
She closed her eyes and focused on running. Much to her satisfaction, she felt herself slowly going faster. She couldn't wait to arrive.
Suddenly, she felt her hoof snag into something, only to cause her to trip and tumble unceremoniously through the snow. The world was turning around at an alarming rate as she turned and tumbled through the powdery white morass, before sliding to a stop, and landing right on her sex.
The snow instantly began tickling the heat in her pussy that she had been so eager to satisfy. Vinyl let out a long, pleasured moan as the snow melted against her labia, sending a few tenuous strings of steam from underneath her. Vinyl tipped over on her side, absolutely mesmerized by the feeling on her bottom. She just laid there, feeling the last pieces of ice as they slowly turned to water and trickled down her legs.
The DJ was breathing heavy, weighted breaths as she tried to move, but she couldn't. the feeling was paralyzing her, making her focus on nothing but the cold tingle.
It was the most amazing thing she had ever felt. She quickly grabbed a hoof full of snow and pressed it against her sex. The immense cold made her hoof retreat a few times as she pressed the gelid substance to her burning nethers. She began to rub the snow in, pressing it into the folds of her vagina, and feeling it melt and trickle out. The sensation made her writhe in place, a breathless smile on her face.
She couldn't wait any longer. She needed relief from this burning, now. She began to rub her sex quickly with her right hoof, and picked up some more snow with her left. She held the snow high above her stomach, and let fall slightly a over her belly. She began to dip her hooves in it, before going back to stroking her cunt.
Waves of heat and pulses of cold rippled through her wet folds, as each element fought each other for dominance in her pussy. Vinyl was beginning to moan quite loudly as she rubbed, nearing her climax for the second time today... But she liked this temperature play too much to let it end now.
She withdrew her hooves from her tingling vagina, and let the cold sensation dissipate, before she stood up and looked around. She frantically scanned the street lights, desperately hoping she would find what she was looking for, when she spotted some icicles, hanging stiffly from the light post.
She ran up to it and gave it a nice buck, causing a few thick rods to fall from the metal. She smiled mischievously at them, before grasping a particularly thick one in her hooves. It was slippery and somewhat hard to handle, but she managed to being it up to her mouth. She began to suck on the icicle passionately, using her tongue to dull down the sharp tip. Once it was a pleasing round shape, she used a hoof to bring it to her backside.
She prodded her entrance with the cold shaft, jolting slightly as the cold rod parted her vulva. She let out a long, exasperated breath, as she pushed the large icicle deep into her vagina. It was much colder than the snow, which would melt as soon as it touched Vinyl's vagina, but the icicle provided a constant chill, each time she pumped it inside.
She was sure there were people watching, but frankly, she didn't care. As far as she could tell, the streets were completely empty, and everyone was asleep... But the fact that she was technically in public, made it all the more sexy.
As she pumped the icicle in and out of her folds, she had another glorious idea. She let the icicle pull out of her pussy, with a small, wet, pop, before she picked up another icicle, and broke it in half. She put it in her mouth and sucked on it, making sure to get rid of all the sharp edges. She let it drop from her mouth and into her hoof, before she maneuvered the oblong piece of ice to her backside. She pressed it against her anus, simply letting it rest there and spread it's sensual chill to the surrounding skin, before she pushed it inside and let it sit.
The feeling was amazing, the way it rested just beneath the sphincter, providing enough cold to be enjoyable, but not so much to where it was unbearable. She then picked up her previous icicle and stood it upright in the snow. She maneuvered her rump above it, before lowering herself down, and refilling her love tunnel with the girth of the icicle. She began to move herself up and down the shaft, nearly screaming from the pleasure as she experienced the cold of the ice, and the heat of her desire.
She was once again nearing her climax, and this time, she couldn't deny herself the orgasm she so craved. She began to bounce hard in the chilly dildo. Wet sloshing could be heard as the two pieces of ice slowly melted inside of her, and spilled out in small streams. She could feel the tension building up inside of her, causing her to move even faster. She let out a long moan as she pushed down as hard as she could, her flanks meeting the snowy ground as she completely took the large icicle all the way inside of her. She wiggled herself around, causing the icicle to gently squirm inside of her, as she experienced the overwhelming wave of her orgasm. The ice ball had melted from inside her ass, and the other icicle was slowly drawing to the same fate. Vinyl could only let out a few pleasure filled squeals as she melted the once long shaft of ice with nothing but her pussy.
When the last drops of cold water came trickling out if her cunt, she stood up and began her way to the music store once again.
Vinyl Stumbled into the music store, panting and wheezing for air. She had practically run the whole way here, not to mention she, well, masturbated in the streets. With ice.
She looked around tiredly, trying to catch her breath as she looked for Octavia. The music store was disastrously cluttered, with instruments and other musical items hanging from every space on the wall. The walkways were narrow, with little patches of carpet bathed in psychedelic colors.
As she caught her breath, she heard something. It was... A drum beat. Then she heard a bass, and a few synths coming from somewhere in the shop. Vinyl recognized it, it was electronica. She began trotting around the room, looking for the source of the sound, before she found herself at the cashier's counter. The music sounded like it was coming from behind the wall, just beyond a dark wooden door marked "Employees Only".
As Vinyl looked closer, she noticed a small paper note taped to the bottom of it. She climbed over the desk and hopped down behind the counter, before perusing the note further. It read, "Drop the Bass" in Octavia's impeccable writing.
Vinyl was completely taken aback. Octavia resented electronic music. For that matter, she didn't care much for anything that wasn't classical. She slowly pushed open the door, only for her jaw to drop and hit the floor. Octavia's mane was messy and ruffled, hanging in unbrushed strands over her eyes, which was obscured by a pair of grey sunglasses. She had a pair of neon pink headphones hanging around her neck, which were plugged into a set of turntables, which she was spinning suggestively with her right hoof.
"Octavia?" Said Vinyl, a dumbstruck smile on her face.
"Octavia?" said the grey mare, a mock tone of confusion in her voice, "Who's that? You must have me mixed up with someone."
Vinyl let out a small chuckle. "Oh yeah, what's your name then?"
The mystery mare stepped from behind her turntables and began to circle around Vinyl Scratch. "You can call me Quartet." She continued to circle around the white mare, looking her up and down lustfully. "Do you know why they call me Quartet?" Vinyl shook her head slowly, a goofy smile still on her face. Quartet stopped beside her and leaned on her back. "Well, you see, I'm quite good at what I do." she removed Vinyl's shades and folded them, before placing them on a table. "So good in fact," she ducked under Vinyl and used her body to push her roughly into the turntables. "That you'd think there were four of me."
Quartet reached over and hit a button. Immediately, the lights dimmed, and a new song began to play. A deep bass rumble could be heard reverberating through the speakers, slowly rising in pitch, with a flanger sweeping through the amps. As it did so, the lights gradually dimmed, Quartet backing away from her suggestively. The noise was now rising faster, just as the grey mare across from her pulled out a long, dim rod, with a black strap on the end. She used her hoof to crack the object, before a neon green light began illuminating the figure.
It was a glow stick strap on.
The noise was nearing it's pinnacle, as Quartet fixed the black belt around her waist, using her hoof to smack the tip, giving it a slow, stiff wobble. The pitch had reached it's highest point and disappeared into a mist of reverb, just as the lights dimmed into a complete darkness. The only light that could be seen, was the light green of Quartet's new tool.
Vinyl watched as the penis wiggled underneath her silhouette, before it suddenly broke into a run and tackled Vinyl. As the white mare's back hit the ground, the bass dropped and the lights began strobing. The room was instantly filled by the rambunctious sound, as it penetrated the room with multi tempo wubs, subwoofs, and wails. Vinyl felt the glowing member slide forcefully inside of her pussy, ploughing her deeply, roughly, and quickly. Vinyl let out a small yelp of pain. Quartet was quite rough with her, throwing her around the room and such.
"Gah! Take it easy, Tavi,"
Quartet pulled out, before picking her up and throwing her, face down, into the turntable. The lights turned were flashing red and white, as Quartet slapped her hoof into Vinyl's flank.
"Wrong name, dear," she used her hoof to send another reverberating slap that pierced through the percussive dubstep. Vinyl let out a pained yell.
"Say my name," a third slap bounced off of her buttocks.
"Q-Quartet!" Vinyl squakwed in slight desperation.
"Say it louder," another slap, causing Vinyl to cringe with pain.
"Quartet! Quartet!" she yelled,"
"Louder!"
"Gaaah! Quarteeet!" She screamed through the explosive drum beat, her voice cracking slightly.
"That's the name I'm looking for!" She took the strap on and stuck it back inside Vinyl. Pumping in and out of her furiously. Vinyl could only scream in both pain and pleasure as her ass burned with a stinging pain, and her cunt was filled with the pleasure of the toy. Vinyl rested her head against the turntables, only for her hair to be yanked upwards by Quartet, who was holding a large lock of her blue hair betwixt her teeth.
Vinyl took in a sharp breath as she felt her head jerked by the grey mares teeth. Vinyl could feel herself climaxing for the fourth time tonight, before the glowing toy was removed from her now aching cunt, leaving Vinyl alone and unfucked.
"Hnng, no, put it back in, quickly!"
Quartet pulled Vinyl from the table and placed her onto the ground.
"Who's giving the orders here?" said Quartet crossly, "Last I recalled, it wasn't you."
In one swift movement, Quartet turned herself around, and landed in a squat, just above Vinyl's mouth. "Now fill me with your tongue, not your words."
Vinyl immediately began licking Octavia's sopping wet cunt in long, fierce strokes, only to have the moist slit removed from her wet embrace. "Wrong hole, buttercup, we're spinning a different song tonight,". Octavia forced her ass back onto Vinyl, only this time, her shiny, pristine sphincter was just above her muzzle.
Octavia shuddered with pleasure as she felt the warm tongue prod the entrance to her second entrance. She forced her butt down onto Vinyl's tongue, absorbing as much of the slimy appendage as she can, letting out small shrieks of bliss as she felt it massage her pucker.
"Mmm, you've been a good girl today Vinyl, keep this up, and I might let you cum." Vinyl began inserting her muzzle into Quartet's beautiful, little asshole, forcing her nose into the tight entrance.
As Quartet rode Vinyl's face like a rodeo, she used her glowing, fake dick to prod Vinyl's entrance. She felt a few hot breaths warm the space between her flanks, and a few surprised moans gracing her ears. She began rubbing the head of the dick all over her clit, causing Vinyl to squirm and wriggle with sexual spasms.
Quartet was practically squealing with delight, as Vinyl pushed against her just right, causing her to yell and scream.
"That's right, fill my ass you slutty fucking bitch!"
Suddenly, the lights stopped and the music screeched to a halt. She felt the tongue retreat from her, before a voice came out from under her body. "What was that Quartet? I couldn't hear you over the bass,"
"Uh," quartet gulped loudly, before trying to reassume her character. "I, I said fill my ass you slu-" that was all Quartet was able to vocalize, before she was magically pinned against the wall. Vinyl's horn was ablaze with a deep blue, as she stared at Quartet, her mouth wrenched in a wicked smile. "I would have played along with your little show, if you showed me some respect."
"Vinyl, it was the heat of the moment! Calm dow-"
"But you crossed the line with that little remark." She lifted the grey mare off the ground and into the air, keeping her pressed against the wall.
"Vinyl, it's me! Octa-"
"Oh I know who you are 'Quartet'," she said with a mischievous chuckle. "You're my slutty fucking bitch."
The music resumed, as Vinyl used her horn to ram Octavia's pussy. The lights flashed with epilepsy inducing speed, as Vinyl plowed the grey DJ, who hung suspended by Vinyl's magic.
Suddenly, the glow stick strap on dislocated itself from Quartet's crotch, before floating to her mouth. Suddenly, Her throat was filled with the glowing toy's girth, as it passed in and out of her lips. Once it was covered in a shiny coat of saliva, Vinyl levitated if down to her pussy, before inserting it once again. "Now you know who's really in charge!" She yelled over the music. Vinyl kept ramming Quartet, speeding up as she thrust the dildo in and out of her at a breakneck pace.
Finally she felt it, a burning sensation flowing from her stomach, before sending a tingling feeling all around her body. She was close to her climax. She could feel it; the wave of pleasure just waiting to crash down upon her body. She could tell by Quartet's screams and moans that she was close too.
In one, final, glorious thrust, she sent the horn on her head deep into Quartet's pussy, sending a spray of clear liquid down her face. The neon green dildo had almost disappeared inside Vinyl, before she crumpled with the pleasure. The music stopped, and the lights returned to normal as the song reached it's end as the two mares did. She nearly dropped Quartet in her state, but managed to keep hold of her against the wall, before slowly lowering her to the ground. As soon as Quartet touched the floor, she slumped over, her head resting peacefully on Octavia's stomach. They were both panting frantically, treasuring the last tingles of pleasure as they escaped their body, leaving nothing but fatigue. Vinyl could feel her eyes beginning to droop, as sleep called to her.
She began to nod off, before the grey mare scooted next to her, wrapping her hooves around her in a warm cuddle.
"Love you, Vinyl," she managed to sputter out between pants.
"I love you too, Octavia,"
Vinyl could only manage a few more weighty breaths, before she fell into a deep, comfortable sleep, alongside Octavia.
Two brown Earth Ponies looked at their shop door in horror. It had been left ajar, the lock undone and snow seeping into the store.
"Brother, someone has trespassed into our property!" exclaimed eldest brother, Whole Note. "I could have sworn I fastened the locks before our departure!"
Half Note, the younger and scrawnier brother, scratched his chin listlessly. "Yeah, I thought you locked the place up too," Half Note used his hoof to crack open the door a little, before his brother held his hoof out and prevented him from doing so.
"Half, are you mad? There could be a burglar in there! An intruder! A criminal! And you're just going to waltz in as if nothing were awry?"
Half Note out his hoof to his chin and looked up in deep thought. "Yup!" before opened the door and waltzed inside as if nothing were awry.
"Half Note, do wait up!" Said Whole in a frantic whisper.
He walked in to find that the shop had been relatively untouched. That was a relief, perhaps he could have just left the door open without realizing it, but as he glanced toward the counter, he noticed the door marked "employees only" was also left ajar.
Half Note's voice could be heard on the other end of the store. "Yeah, you probably just left the door open. You gotta stop bein' so absent minded," he said with a dim witted giggle, obviously unaware of the new development.
"Lower your voice!" Demanded Whole Note in a whisper,
"What's goin on?" Said Half Note,
"Shh!"
"Why are we bein' so quiet?"
"For the love of Celestia, Half Note, shut up!"
The listless brown earth pony trotted over to Whole Note, only to trip over a stack of cymbals, creating a huge crash. Whole Note winced as the metal instruments crashed into the ground in a cacophanous mixture of clanging metal.
Whole Note shot a furious look at Half Note, who smiled a sheepish, half toothed grin at his brother.
"I believe that there is somepony in there," said Whole Note as he longed his hoof to the half opened door.
"Dang, you left that door open too?"
"No, Half Note, it means someone broke into our shop!"
Suddenly, Half note's face contorted with aggression. "Break into my shop, will they?" he snatched a banjo off the wall and walked towards the door.
There was a loud bang, and Half Note burst into the storage area of the shop, only to find two sleeping mares on the floor. there was a grey one with black hair, and a white one with a blue mane, and there was a bow that looked like it was up the white one's...
"Half Note! Could you be any less subtle?" he half scolded, half complained, before he caught sight of the two ponies on the floor.
"Oh my," he said, surprise and embarrassment in his voice. Suddenly, he cheeks began to blaze red, as if the blood in his cheeks had surfaced to his skin. "Is that one of our bows?" he deadpanned, still trying to process the sight before him.
Half Note grabbed one end of the bow in his teeth and slid the wooden tool out, causing the mare it was inside of to shiver slightly. Whole note put his hoof to his mouth as he watched it exit the mare, a trail of juice still connecting the two objects where they were once joined.
"I don't think so," said Half Note honestly,
"Stop that! Get that thing out of your mouth!" said Whole Note through a frantic whisper.
"Ok, I'll put it back." Before Whole Note could protest, his brother slid the bow back inside of the mare, causing her to shift slightly.
Whole Note stood with his jaw agape as he watched it slide back between the folds. Watching it re-enter her like that kind of made him shuffle in place, as a burning in between his legs began to spread.
"There we go," said Half Note obliviously. "Hey, why is your face all red like that?" he looked down and noticed Whole Note's member hanging stiffly between him. "And why's your... You know, all out and ready to play right now?" He looked back and forth between the mares and his brother, before the lightbulb finally lit up in his head.
"Oh, you naughty little dog you," said Half Note with a smirk. "I bet you wouldn't wake em up,"
"Half Note!" exclaimed his brother in protest.
"First things first though, you gotta get that bow outta the way," he used his teeth to remove the bow once again, causing the mare to shift on her back, her legs parted in such a way that it almost seemed as if they were inviting Whole Note to enter her.
Half Note pushed his brother forward a little. "Go on, I won't look."
"No, I can't do that, that's... That's rape!" He could only bear to mouth the last word.
"Not if they don't wake up," said Half Note matter of factly.
Whole Note visibly gulped. "I-" he looked back at his brother who was facing the wall, waiting for him to proceed. He then looked at the mares, who were still sound asleep, and the white one's pussy just looked... Delectable.
He walked slowly and quietly up to her, before he used his hoof to gently prod her entrance. She didn't even move. He looked over at his brother once again, who was still facing the wall. He gave the alluring nether another poke, this time a little harder. Only a relaxed snore escaped her lips.
The fire in his legs was almost unbearable, and he could feel his throbbing shaft wetting at the tip as his mind thought of every naughty thing he could do to these sleeping mares.
He positioned himself and placed his hard member on her leg, just letting it sit there. The mare's coat was warm, and darkened as the precum from the tip of his dick soaked into her fur. He bagan run the side of his member slowly against the inside of her leg, his back shivering slightly as the smooth hairs tickled him just right. He glanced at her eyes, just to make sure that they were closed, which of course, they were.
He placed the tip of his member on her stomach and rubbed in against her fur. The feeling was causing his member to harden even more, with longer dribbles of precum flowing from his penis.
He took a deep breath and placed the tip of his penis at her entrance, parting her folds just slightly. He paused and looked up, making sure she was still asleep. He pushed himself in just a little more, the entire tip of his cock was now pleasurably buried inside of her. He closed his eyes and pushed himself in just a little further, feeling his dick slide ever so slowly into her accepting pussy.
He was now panting audibly. Now that he felt just how good it was,he wanted more, but he couldn't wake the mares up. He pushed himself a little faster inside, this time, he didn't stop until he was all the way in.
The mare's breathing was calm and even, unlike Whole Note's, who was panting with arousal. He just sat there and felt the inner walls of the mare hug his member from all sides, as he slid it, out and back in again. His motions were slow and subtle, but the feeling he was getting was anything but. He lifted his head up in ecstasy as he felt his dick slide in and out of the somnolent pony beneath him.
Sweet Celestia, this was amazing. He couldn't believe he had objected to this. He began to speed up, but he felt the mare stir slightly, which caused him to pull out and back away in a panic.
He watched in horror as the mare rolled onto her side, and continue snoring. His heart rate was like a drumroll and his body felt cold and frightened. As he realized the mare was still asleep, he took a deep breath and walked back up to her. He aimed his cock carefully and pushed it back inside. He let out a silent gasp of ecstasy as he slowly pumped in and out.
His cock felt like it was on fire, caught in a blazing deflagration of carnal pleasure. The slow movements caused the feeling to be long and drawn out, bringing him close to his climax as he struggled to keep his motions slow.
Finally, he allowed himself a couple of stronger pumps, before he buried his cock deep inside her and let loose his seed. His cum blasted from his cock and drowned her insides, flowing past his shaft and down onto the floor. It was thick and hot, dribbling from her vagina.
Whole note withdrew from the still sleeping mare and fell onto his back, sweat pouring down his face and his eyes closed with relief.
Cum poured from the sleeping mares pussy in small, viscous waterfalls, as Whole Note rolled back onto his hooves and looked over at his brother, who was still facing the wall. He tapped on his shoulder.
"I... I'm done." he stated, a little shame in his voice.
"Well then, I guess that makes it my turn!" said Half Note, a jovial smile across his face.
He licked is lips and opened his legs, only to have a thick, long, veiny dick swing below. Half Note may not have been very smart, but what he lacked in one head, he made up for in another.
He took his hoof and carefully aimed his enormous cock at the grey mares nether.
How she would still be asleep by the end of this, he didn't know.
