Equestria's only human decides to invite his two musically-inclined neighbors over to watch a movie. The popcorn's ready, the TV's warmed up, and he's picked a classic. Surely this 'movie and chill' won't spiral into something debauched, right?
Martin has been living in Equestria for over a year now. He's gotten to know the residents of Ponyville pretty well during that time, particularly his neighbors: the musically gifted Vinyl Scratch and Octavia Melody.
As a fun new activity, Martin decides to invite his neighbors over for a movie night. What better way was there to share cool parts of human culture while chilling out with his equine friends? Since he knows that Octavia is so 'into' classical music, he decides to put on the classic film Amadeus.
Little does he know that the resulting boredom the film will inspire in Vinyl (who's more into electronic music), and the resulting heavy excitement of Octavia will have wild effects that will push all the boundaries of human-pony friendship into new, wet, territory.
This story is a submission to the writing group Movie Night which is a collaborative effort that looks to engage as many people, be they writers or not, to try their hand at writing about their favorite ponies and movies! Go give it a look and add your story to the club!
“Popcorn? Really? Vinyl, weren’t you trying to lose some weight?”
“Aw, c’mon Octy - popcorn is mostly air anyway… plus stallions love when mares have a little extra junk in the trunk. Just look at how often your butt turns heads.” The white-furred unicorn prodded her friend’s sumptuous rump.
“Vinyl!”
Martin chuckled, shaking his head as he looked over at the two little ponies arguing in the living room. With a deft flick of his fingers, he tore open the bag of microwavable popcorn and emptied its contents into a handy bowl. He cleared his throat to grab the attention of the two girls.
“Popcorn’s right here, guys…” He smiled and winked at the brown-furred earth-pony. “Vinyl is right you know, stallions-”
“Martin!” Octavia’s blushing and embarrassed face turned to him.
“...love to eat popcorn when watching movies. What did you think I was just about to say?”
Octavia harrumphed, crossing her forelegs and pouting her cheeks in that adorable way that Martin loved so much.
“Seriously, girls... I’m glad that you agreed to this - I think that a weekly movie night is gonna be super fun…”
“Yes! I’m sure it will be Martin. Thank you ever so much for your invitation.”
“Uh-huh.” Vinyl yawned. “We’ll see… lots of movies can be real snooze fests, y’ know Mart?”
Martin gulped slightly. “Well, if you don’t like movies, we could do something else. It’s just nice to spend time with you two is all.”
“Oh-ho?” Vinyl grinned and wiggled her eyebrows. “If you want to ‘spend time with us’ all ya gotta do is ask, dude… and we won’t need to waste time with all this foreplay.”
Martin felt a heavy blush rising in his cheeks, his mind racing as he desperately tried to avoid making eye contact with the DJ unicorn making bedroom eyes at him.
“Vinyl!” Octavia snapped, a blush on her cheeks. “Stop it with your… l-lewd hooliganism! You’re embarrassing poor Martin with your teasing!”
“Bwahaha… the look on both of your faces… it’s too easy!”
Martin coughed to clear his throat, trying to regain his composure.
“Well, what are you waiting for, dude? I’m totally pumped to watch some crazy, far-out alien movie!” She winked at him. “...and if it doesn’t suck, maybe we’ll make this a regular weekly deal!”
“Vinyl, he’s hardly an alien… he’s been our neighbor and friend for almost a year now.”
“Doesn’t mean he isn’t an alien… I betcha he’s hiding all sorts of tentacles.” Vinyl grinned, patting a spot on the couch between herself and Octavia. Martin quickly stepped over and slumped backward comfortably on the sofa. “...or at least one tentacle, am I right?”
Viny’s big red eyes sparkled with mischief as they quickly darted downward to look at Martin’s groin, then zipped back up to his face to observe the reaction of her somewhat ribald comment. But Martin was starting to get over her ambush antics. He rolled his eyes at her instead of continuing to react.
She burst out laughing anyway - she loved to make awkward and suggestive remarks, he’d quickly learned. It had grown on him - once he’d gotten over the weirdness of it being a pony-girl making sexually suggestive comments to him.
After a year of hanging out with the two delightful musicians, he barely saw them as ‘weird little horses’ anymore: a phrase he’d used during his first week in Ponyville that Vinyl still loved to tease him about.
No, the reason that Vinyl’s antics sometimes managed to get even something of a rise out of him was that he didn’t see her as a pony anymore. Or rather, he didn’t care. The same feeling applied to Octavia.
Martin had slowly realized that his two mare friends were stunningly attractive, and the objects of his more recent personal fantasies were starting to have more… hooves… then he would have been comfortable with them having in the past.
Heck, only last week he’d caught a quick glimpse of something under Vinyl’s tail when she was working on the supports under her DJ table, and it had fueled his ‘alone-time’ for al-
“So, what movie have you chosen, Martin?”
“Yeah, Mart… is it that Tron movie you were telling me about?” Vinyl’s ears seemed to have perked up, her hooves dancing with excitement. “It sounded pretty cool when you were describing it - neon lights, computer sci-fi sound effects, and you even said it had a thumping dubstep soundtrack!”
Martin chuckled slightly; Vinyl had become addicted to all manner of electronic dance music and dubstep from the human world that she could get her hooves on. He had to admit, some of the remixes she’d designed were pretty impressive.
“Oh, I hope not. I was hoping not to have my eardrums assaulted this evening.” Octavia’s chipper British accent remarked, her shoulders slumping on either side of the bow around her neck.
Octavia seemed to be the exact opposite of her roommate. Or was she her lover? Martin had never really gotten the exact details. They certainly fought like a married couple, and he’d learned that mare-mare relationships were reasonably common in this world, where females seemed to outnumber males three to one.
He picked up the remote control, flicking on the television and quickly navigating through the DVD menu and promptly hitting the play button.
“Naw, I picked this movie out specifically for you, Octavia… I think you’ll like it.”
“Aww, ain’t that cute, Octy? Mart picked it out special for you.” Vinyl grinned and winked at her friend.
“Hush, Vinyl.” It seemed Octavia had even more experience than Martin did in ignoring Vinyl’s teasing ways. “...Ama...deus?”
The title card appeared on the screen with a big, bold thrum of symphonic music, showing the ominous cloaked and masked figure stretching out his hands above the title of the movie.
“You’ll love it; it’s a movie about the greatest composer of classical music from my world, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.”
“Classical music? Gag.” Vinyl groaned, slumping back into the couch and grumping.
“R-really?” Octavia’s eyes seemed to brighten. “He allowed them to make a movie about him?”
“Uh… no, not really… he lived almost 300 years ago, so it’s kind of historical fiction.” Martin shrugged. “But I figured it would give you a chance to hear some really excellent music.”
“Really boring music, you mean…” Vinyl groaned. “That classical stuff just has no oomph, no pop!”
Martin looked over at the grumpy little unicorn and quickly turned to her. “No, no, no, you’ll like it too! It’s got mystery and thrills, there’s a murder plot, and Mozart is a complete party animal and goofball, you’ll like it! I swear!”
“Uh-huh. Sure.” Vinyl didn’t seem to believe him. She glared at him while chewing her cheek.
“Hush, it’s starting!” Octavia chided, her eyes glued to the screen as the movie kicked off.
Martin settled in himself, munching on the delectable, fluffy popcorn as the movie got underway. It was an old favorite of his - the acting in the film was superb, the plot was interesting and funny… and when it came to the soundtrack, it was almost impossible to beat. There were a lot of fascinating themes and symbols, too - the protagonist, Salieri, struggling against the injustice of God in bestowing natural talent on someone as undeserving as Mozart. His jealousy and the need to destroy his source of torment… his curse and obsession with being talented enough to recognize Mozart’s genius, but not talented enough to become that genius himself.
There was a lot to dig into.
But, quickly, Martin found himself enjoying watching the reaction of his pony-friends.
Not Vinyl - aside from a few of Mozart’s early lecherous jokes, and a couple of comments about the ridiculousness of the mid-1700s Viennese court dress, with all its gaudy trappings and wigs - she’d fallen silent… aside from the pointed and petulant sighs, she made sure everyone heard whenever a piece of classical music began to play.
No… the genuinely fascinating subject to observe was Octavia.
The small gray mare’s eyes were glued to the screen. She seemed to be leaning so far forward in her seat that she was about to tumble off the sofa! And her ears were pointed forward with rapt attention, twitching, and shivering whenever a new piece of Mozart’s music would begin.
One particular scene about Mozart’s Serenade for Thirteen Wind Instruments - where the aged Salieri explains Mozart’s musical brilliance to the priest receiving his confession - had Octavia drooling… her mouth hanging open as she panted.
“Yes… yes… the oboe, the oboe!” Her cheeks were flushed, and her tail thumped back and forth on the sofa, eyes sparkling with tantalized excitement.
“Yeah… I guess the music is pretty ni-”
“Martin!” Octavia whirled and took one of his hands into her hooves, staring intensely into the human’s eyes. He immediately noticed that her purple irises had turned into heart-shapes - and he could even see that her breath was coming in gasping steamy puffs. “This is… this music is simply… divine!”
“Uh-huh. Sure.” A bored voice came from over Martin’s right shoulder. “I’m gonna take a little nap - wake me up when the movie starts getting interesting, or the music starts to get a little less ‘divine.’”
Octavia released Martin’s hand, turning back her rapt attention to the TV screen and the movie, which allowed the human to look over and see vinyl slump to her side, leaning most of her body weight against his hip as she curled into a comfy sprawl against him.
She was… warm.
It reminded Martin of his pet golden retriever growing up - she’d always enjoyed snuggling up to him on the couch too, happy to nap with her human in exchange for some light scritches. Martin blinked and shook his head. He had to remember that this was no dog next to him - despite the fuzzy, warm, breathing masses similar to his canine memory. It would be rude to assume he could… pet her.
Wouldn’t it?
For the first time, Martin found himself suddenly aware of his awkward discomfort at being sandwiched between two fuzzy females - ponies sure didn’t mind physical contact as much as humans did. He coughed and tried to focus on the movie… or rather, Octavia’s reactions to the film.
She seemed to sag slightly every time the story would move away from a focus on Mozart’s pure and inspired music, a genuine sadness creeping into her posture whenever the centerpiece of the action was Salieri’s burning jealousy or the ridiculousness of Mozart’s extravagant lifestyle.
Though Martin did think that he had seen a few smiles creeping along the mare’s open-mouthed lips with each raucous and ridiculous laugh of the composer as he showed himself to be a drunken fool.
“Oh, you fool, you’re butchering his lovely march.” Octavia’s venomous whisper to herself accompanied the scene in which Salieri composed a little march for Mozart’s arrival in Vienna, which the Hapsburg monarch insisted on playing himself.
“He’s just trying his best to give the piece extra honor by playing it himself.” Martin chuckled. “I always liked this guy; he seemed genuine.”
“The music should stand on its own, Martin.” Octavia snipped coldly, looking over her shoulder at him with a small glare. “Whoever plays it is of no consequence… unless they can barely manage the thing!”
Martin grinned, knowing what would come next as the scene continued to play out. “Well… don’t worry about that - someone quite talented will play the piece soon enough.” Indeed, after a few halting minutes where the various court officials debated what language Mozart’s commissioned opera should use, Mozart made the bold claim that he had already memorized the march from merely hearing it.
“Oh no, he couldn’t possibly have… how would he know the timings and the keys from just a single hearing.” Octavia swallowed nervously as the young man sat at the harpsichord and began to play Salieri’s piece flawlessly. “I-incredible!”
Martin grinned, even if it was just a fictional historical recreation, Mozart’s ability to perfectly recreate that which he had just heard was a real historical truth. And for this little pony, it was as if she was witnessing it live through this television. But what came next would stun her even more - as Mozart began to improvise and enhance Salieri’s original melody, adding subtleties and flourishes that enlivened the entire piece.
*Thump Thump Thump*
Martin felt Octavia’s tail thrashing against his left side.
“I-impossible… that… that is so amazing! To draw out the beauty of such a simple melody, so effortlessly! On a single pass!” She whirled and fixed Martin with her heart-struck gaze. “How!?”
Martin opened his mouth to answer, but Octavia had already whirled back. The human grinned to himself, making ready to answer her query anyway when he suddenly realized something…
His right hand was fuzzy and warm.
He glanced down with shock, suddenly realizing that he had been unconsciously petting Vinyl’s neck for who knows how long. At some point, as he’d relaxed into watching the movie, his fingers must have naturally made their way into Vinyl’s fur, where they’d found a familiar rhythm, stroking and scratching at the warm fuzz.
Like an electric shock had shot up his spine, Martin sat straight upright, jerking his right hand away from the unicorn’s body and firmly clasping it to his knee.
“S-sorry I-I…” The words awkwardly tumbled out of his mouth, his mind desperately trying to find an excuse that wouldn’t make reference to confusing her, a fully sapient and intelligent young mare, with his childhood golden retriever in the liberties that he had just taken.
Vinyl’s head rolled over from its spot next to his leg, as she lifted her chin and placed her head onto his lap, blinking lazily and looking up at him with a tired and happy smile.
“Why’d you stop, dude? That felt awesome…” She snuggled up closer against him.
Martin swallowed again, now acutely aware of the warm weight on his lap… very close to his groin. “Oh… ah… y-yeah… sure…” He mumbled, letting his hand carefully slip back to its original position on the nape of her neck.
“Go a little higher, Mart… Yeah, right there… behind my ear… mmm… buck, I wish I knew you had these things earlier!” Vinyl moaned with a throatiness that made Martin feel even more uncomfortable about where her head was currently resting.
He didn’t stop, though.
His fingers played in the tough, shorter fur behind the unicorn’s left ear - happily tasting the sensations of warm flesh hidden underneath a sheen of fluffy hair. He almost jerked his hand back when her ear suddenly started to flip and flap in enjoyment, but quickly realized that the reactions were not negative - not if Vinyl’s exhortations were any indicator.
“Mmmnngh!” Vinyl’s left rear hoof kicked out in cute little tremors. “Oh, dude!”
“Would you hush, please?” Octavia’s voice hissed.
Martin quickly snapped his head to his left, but the little gray cellist was still enchanted by the action on the screen and the accompanying soundtrack. Mozart’s Marriage of Figaro is in full dynamic flight on the screen - with the delightful music of the bridegroom measuring the space for his new bed.
Martin watched as Octavia leaned further and further forward - until eventually, she could move no closer to the screen without falling off the couch… so she did just that, stepping forward with her two front legs resting on the coffee table… lifting her butt off the couch.
Martin suppressed a small chuckle - the musical mare’s antics were so adorable, but he didn’t want to giggle and risk breaking the spell. She was so engrossed with the music of the movie, so thoroughly delighted, it shone through in every fiber of her being. Especially her tail.
The plume of black hair wagged left and right with enthusiasm - something that Martin had never seen in all of his time to date in Equestria, not even when he’d been assaulted by happy young fillies eager to get him his very own cutie mark!
She was like a happy puppy.
Martin’s nose twitched. There was some new scent filling the room — a mix of lemon and tea, pleasant and fruity. His eyes quickly darted to his fragrant candle, which rested on a bookshelf on the other side of his room - he wondered at first if he had lit it earlier and forgotten to extinguish it. When that proved not to be the case, he glanced over his shoulder at his kitchen, worried that he might have left something in the oven and somehow inadvertently turned it on.
Nope.
Something else was making that smell. He started to raise his right arm clandestinely, preparing to do an armpit sniff check.
Stopping the scritches was a bad idea. A magical field wrapped his right hand immediately, pulling it back down to Vinyl’s head.
“Don’t stop, Mart,” Vinyl grunted.
Martin sighed belatedly, resigned to his role as pony-scritcher. He worked his fingers more softly along the back of Viny’s skull, carefully rubbing her scalp underneath her luxurious blue mane. For as much as the DJ pretended to give no care to aesthetics, it was clear that she still took care of her fur; the smooth, silky hair reminded Martin of silken fabric. She had to use conditioner.
“Mmm… t-touch my horn.” Vinyl’s whisper barely reached his ears.
He slid his fingers forward, not thinking twice about continuing to rub the pony’s head. He’d wondered in the past how those horns worked, how they felt. Were they like bones or tusks? How come some were bigger than others? They looked like they had a light fur coat, though. He’d never worked up the courage to ask - unsure if it might be some sort of faux pas or taboo.
But if Vinyl was giving him permission… it must just be like the rest of her head, right?
His fingers reached the base of the horn, and immediately he felt thrumming energy around the organ. The hairs on the back of his hand stood up as if the whole environment were charged with static electricity. And her horn was hot.
There was a thrumming pulse to the heat and energy, in time with Viny’s heartbeat. The horn was covered in a thin layer of skin and fur, the grooved contours of the spiral-shaped bone underneath easily sensed from a tactile perspective. Out of curiosity, he began to trace his fingers in an ‘OK sign’ up her protrusion… but quickly had to stop as he approached the tip. The heat nearer to the blunt end was almost scalding - and the pins and needles from the energetic field were also somewhat discouraging.
He worked back down to the base, massaging the throbbing stem, trying to time his grasping clenches with the pulsating rhythm of blood flowing into her horn.
“Oh… f-fuck…” Vinyl’s groan sounded very different - desperate, throaty… sexy.
‘Just what the fuck am I doing?’ Martin’s mind’s warning signs blared.
He started to pull his hand away.
“P-p-please….” Vinyl whined, her eyes looking up at him with pure desperation, pupils different sizes and slightly askew. “D-don’t stop.”
‘Well, I guess I’m giving a unicorn a hornjob.’
With sensuous strokes, Martin pumped the little mare’s horn, doing his best to twist and grasp as he did so. The rising crescendo of symphonic music in the background seemed an apt soundtrack to the occasion.
“Y-yes… yes!.... YES!” Vinyl gasping approval of the human’s ministrations filled the room.
“Yes! Yes!” Octavia agreed, her eyes still on the screen, as the climax of the opera reached its zenith.
“F-f-fuuuuuuuu…..nnghhh!” Vinyl’s curse blended seamlessly into a groan.
In his grasp he felt the throbbing horn tense and release several times in rapid succession, and buck up and down as the unicorn thrashed about - he did what he could and gripped the scorching shaft as hard as he could, watching with wonder as a small shower of blue sparks crackled and fizzed off the tip of Viny’s horn, leaving short smoke trails and the smell of gunpowder.
A smell which was quickly replaced by a sharp cinnamon tang as the white butt pressed against his side twitched and writhed in time with the horn’s fading crackles. The fog of scent became heavier and heavier, rising like a humid mist… and just as his brain began to wonder where all that musk was coming from - he felt his right pants become damp… and then wet… and then soaked.
He stood slightly, looking down to see a soaked couch and a panting Vinyl looking up at him with a wolfish grin and fiery, flickering red eyes. He opened his mouth to say something but was quickly grabbed by the recovering unicorn’s magical field and forced to sit back down.
Viny’s forelegs planted themselves on his right leg, and she lifted her head right onto his groin, nuzzling his junk through his pants in a way that left no doubt as to her intention. He was already bubbling with excitement from the spectacle he’d just seen… the pounding of blood had definitely supplied his ‘lower body’ with a portion of its required fullness.
Red eyes danced with mirth as her nose pressed into the chub. Vinyl’s wolfish grin turned into a predatory smile.
There was no way she didn’t notice his bulge. “Oh ho, what’s this? Let me repay the favor, dude.”
In less time than it took to blink, Vinyl’s nose pressed deeply into the denim of his jeans, and she took a deep, breathy inhale. Her nostrils flared wide as she snuffled deeply, filling her lungs with his scent. There was something incredibly sexy about that - about the animalistic nature of her desire. It was so bestial, so alien.
So sexy.
Very quickly, his pants were becoming uncomfortable, as the mare’s ministrations brought increased blood flow to his concealed prize - and she had noticed. The friction of her chin and mouth through the fabric was delectable - it reminded Martin of the time he’d received a lap dance at a friend’s bachelor party.
Vinyl’s pressure lessened, causing the nervous human to give out a brief sigh of relief until he looked down to see that the unicorn was fiddling with the metallic fly of his jeans, clearly frustrated that she could not manage to undo his pants using only her skillful mouth.
“Buck this,” Vinyl huffed through gritted teeth. A soft blue glow illuminated the room as Vinyl’s magical field took hold of his pants and quickly unbuttoned them. With terrifying ease, Vinyl’s magic lifted up his butt with her telekinesis, almost tearing off his jeans. “What the hay?”
She was staring at Martin’s gray boxer briefs with an eye roll, “Why do you humans wear so many layers?”
“V-vinyl?” Martin gulped. He could feel the nervous tension shaking through his body, he glanced to his left, expecting to hear a shriek of disgust from Octavia. “W-what about…”
“Oh, I wouldn’t get worried about Octy-” Vinyl chuckled softly. “When she gets into her music, she can get a bit… distracted.” Vinyl’s eyebrows wiggled naughtily, and her eyes flashed over to her friend.
*Pitter-patter*
Amidst the mighty and majestic tones of Don Giovanni, Mozart’s opera dedicated to his then recently deceased father, a strange liquid impact sound came in a staccato, offbeat cadence.
Martin’s eyes looked to Vinyl’s mouth. ‘Was she drooling?’ Yes, she was - but her drool wasn’t making its way to the coffee table below her, it was collecting in the fur next to her agape mouth.
‘So then what…?’
He traced his gaze backward, looking over the mare who was now standing on all fours, completely off the couch, her forelegs firmly planted with trembling intensity on the coffee table. The slender curve of her back, the way her spine had curled downward, putting an arch in her posture that raised her rear up into the air.
And what a rear it was.
Martin wasn’t sure if Octavia’s flanks were mostly muscle or fat. He hadn’t seen her in the gym very often, but he wouldn’t bet against the natural fitness of earth ponies that he had heard so much about… all he knew was that he had to admit, despite her completely different species, this girl had a fine ass. Pert, powerful flanks that clearly showed off her cutie mark as they quivered with contained energy. He’d seen his fair share of ponybutt over his time in this strange land - and this was quickly one of the top five sets of buttocks he’d ever had the pleasure to experience.
That’s when he noticed - something that he had never seen before in all the different samples of cute mare asses he’d witnessed - her tail was doing something… strange.
Instead of hanging lazily between her legs, the tuft of luxurious black hair was hiked straight up in the air, a brush-like column of wispy hairs suspended above her lovely rear.
Flagging.
He’d heard the term before, but this was the first time he was experiencing it for himself - his gaze slid down the plumelike tail, tracing over the cutely twitching dock of muscle that quivered with excitement… and that’s when he saw it.
A darker, almost charcoal shade of gray immediately told him that the bits he was looking at were different than any of the other fur on Octavia’s body. A tight, silver-dollar sized donut-ring of muscle was nestled between the curves of her glutes - a delectable rosebud of taboo delight. And right below it, separated by only a half-inch of quivering, smooth taint, were a set of puffy, plump, pony-pussy lips.
‘Holy shit.’
Of course, he’d had little glances here or there, it was impossible in a nudist society like Equestria. But he’d never quite had a view like this. He swallowed with wonder as he took in the fat, engorged vulva, so different than a human’s… and yet… so familiar.
Even as he watched, a sudden spasm tensed through Octavia’s body, her powerful asscheeks tensing and squeezing, which made her lips tighten and open, peeling apart like a spreading flower. With amazement, Martin saw a quarter-sized pink pearl slip out from the bottom of the pussy lips, parting her dark petals and revealing the carnal, steaming-fleshy-pink interior of Octavia’s dripping snatch.
A clear gush of fluid squirted with another patter to the floor, joining a pool of-
“See? She won’t notice a thing.” Vinyl grinned up at him, immediately snapping his attention back to his lap. “Now, let’s see what you’re packing, dude.”
“Vinyl!” Martin began, but it was too late, the impatient DJ had pulled his briefs down to his knees in a single swoop.
His man-meat sprung out in all its eight-and-a-half (and a little bit) glory, springing free of the waistband of his briefs to strike the side of Vinyl’s cheek with a gentle slap. He shivered from the feel of soft, warm fur against his member.
“Woah. Nice!” Vinyl exclaimed, her face a mixture of surprise and wonder. “Little weird…”
“Weird?” Martin arched an eyebrow.
Vinyl grinned up at him, then tapped the tip of his penis with her hoof. The touch was like an electric shock - a pony girl was touching his dick!
“Yeah, I mean, you got this weird skin covering it… and…” Vinyl slowly pulled back Martin’s foreskin, revealing his throbbing cockhead underneath, “...this is like some pink mushroom. Ain’t never seen anything like that before.”
“Oh.” Martin breathed tensely, worried.
Vinyl caught his nervous expression and laughed, gripping the base of his shaft firmly with her right hoof. The feel of soft, warm underhoof was bizarre… and so sensual.
“Don’t you worry… I like weird.” She grinned naughtily, shaking him slightly and making his pole waggle. “Especially big weird.”
“Big?”
“Dude, you’re probably the biggest I’ve ever seen, tied for first in length at least... and maybe a bit thicker…” Vinyl winked at him. “I may be a bit of a size queen.”
Before he could respond, Vinyl playfully nuzzled her nose into the underside of his base. The action made him jump for a moment, the feel of wet nose against his balls as she took a deep, sniffing inhale strangely. She’d laid his fat cock across her muzzle, the heavy meat plopped between her eyes and stretching up into her bangs.
“I mean, look at this thing - you’re as big as my head, Mart.” Vinyl chuckled, crossing her eyes to look at his cock. “I just hope I’ll be able to stuff it down my throat.”
“Wh-wha?”
In a smooth motion, Vinyl opened her mouth, reached her tongue out and slid it in a long, wet, sloppy lick from under his balls, up his shaft, and into his foreskin, wrapping its flat pink wetness around his sensitive head.
“F-fuck!”
It was like a giant, wet, hot paintbrush, covered in slime. Vinyl’s skillful tongue was so much larger than a human’s and so much better than anything Martin had ever imagined to be possible.
Her tongue bathed him in swirling, lascivious licks, coating him in a dripping layer of pony drool, leaving no part of his manhood untouched by the powerful muscular licker. She especially seemed focused on his head, dragging her smooth pink flesh over his cock slit over and over.
“You taste weird, too.” Vinyl smacked her lips, pulling back for a second.
“S-sorry? I g- unff!” Martin’s response was cut off as vinyl planted her hooves on either side of his lap then plunged her head down into his groin, burying half of his cock into her gullet in an instant.
The burning heat wrapping around the upper part of his dick was incredible, only matched in intensity by the pumping, swirling motions of Vinyl’s head as she bobbed up and down on his cock with hungry passion Her eyes were shut in concentration, each squelching, sloppy pump accompanied by a gulping swallow as she tried and failed to force more of his thickness down her throat.
“Sh-shit…!” The moan escaped Martin’s lips. He’d never had anything close to this intense before - the sloppy dripping saliva, the swirling of her tongue exploring every crevice of his head, the measured focus of her oral assault.
With a groan, he reached his hands forward, wanting to take hold of the little pony’s flapping, perky ears, and use them as handlebars to really drive his dick down her throat… but he resisted, barely. Instead, he leaned back, looking away from the incredibly erotic sight to refocus on the movie.
Salieri was confessing his devious master plan to his priest, admitting that he was having Mozart compose his own requiem prior to his death. He couldn’t discern the reaction from Octavia’s expression, which continued to be a steamy, drooling mess of a face, though she now seemed to be chewing her lip with a mixture of desperation and concern.
Her beautiful, tight ass squeezed and clenched with need, wagging from side to side with half-realized air humps, quickly becoming as much of a sloppy mess as Martin’s lap…
*Glrk!*
Martin felt the last of his cock disappear into Vinyl’s thirsty, clenching throat as her nose pressed against his groin, her lips slathering his balls in a coating of wet, dripping drool. She paused for a moment, swallowing his fat length over and over, the motion making her throat constrict and squeeze his sizable member.
*Glrk glrk glrk*
She didn’t pause long with his whole length embedded in her gullet - quickly, she began to pump up and down, slowly working larger and larger amounts of his impressive size in and out of her throat. At first, it was only an inch, then two… then half his cock… before she was finally impaling the whole log of human meat in agile gasping pumps.
“Sh-shit… V-vinyl!”
Martin’s hands were hovering over her mane, not wanting to disrupt the mare from her masterpiece of a deepthroat, his fingers clenching and unclenching in unconscious reaction to the overwhelming flood of sensations throbbing through his body.
Vinyl’s big red eyes shot wide and stared deeply into his - he could see the mirth and passion dancing in those fiery irises before she arched an eyebrow in mocking challenge and took his hands into her magical field. The strange glow felt warm, electric… and insistent. Her telekinesis quickly guided the human’s hands to her ears, the intention clear as the magic forced his fingers to take hold of the natural handlebars.
Quit it with the hover hands, dude.
Martin could hear the scolding admonition in the pony’s eyes as clearly as if she had said it aloud and didn’t hesitate a moment longer, firmly grasping her fluffy white ears and anchoring himself to the pumping rhythm of the pony. At first, he simply followed along, continuing to enjoy the wet, wild, sloppy mess of oral sex that Vinyl was bestowing upon him… but soon he began to grab a little more firmly - sometimes holding the mare’s nose against his belly, shortening or lengthening the frequency and amplitude of her work.
*Glrk Glrk Glrk*
Vinyl’s eyes were dipping now, rolling slightly in wonder and amazement. She was getting tired - and he could tell that she hadn’t expected him to last as long as he had. Maybe that was another advantage he had over his male pony equivalents?
It wouldn’t be much longer, though… Martin could already feel the telltale signs of his impending orgasm. His balls were clenching and rising with a twisted and coiled intensity, his already fat cockhead was expanding and getting jammed inside Vinyl’s throat as it throbbed past its full size.
If he was less overwhelmed by the impossibly erotic situation he found himself in, Martin might have remembered a phenomenon that had been affecting him for the past year since his arrival in Equestria: when he came, he came a lot.
Thick, spoogey, bucketloads of cum.
It had come as quite a surprise to him during the first jack off session after his immigration to this new land. He’d never gotten a straight answer as to why his volume and consistency had so exponentially increased - be it life-supporting magic in the air, or perhaps in the improved nutritional diet of this world. Extra zinc was supposed to improve your ejaculatory volume, after all.
But the complete messes he made would likely have required a whole zinc mine’s worth of output to explain. After his 15th four-second-long firehose pulse of cum, the batter as thick as hot hair-conditioner, Martin had worried that he would never stop cumming. Thankfully, the torrent did eventually subside, requiring two buckets and a mop to clean up his bathroom.
So it was probably magic-related... It wasn’t exactly a dilemma he was willing to discuss with Twilight Sparkle.
Instead, he had resolved to relieve himself only periodically, to decrease the amount of cleanup afterward. Sure, that had made his stored-up loads even larger and messier, but at least he only had to bring out the mop once every other week.
And it just so happened that on movie night Martin was sitting on a full, two-week backlog.
Vinyl didn’t stand a chance.
“Oh… oh oh shit!”
Martin shouted as his balls clenched to his shaft, and the first pulse of massive cum exploded from his tip, sloshing directly down into Vinyl’s belly. The mare stopped pumping, pausing partway down his shaft and looking up at him with her red, now sparkle-shaped irises, and grinned on either side of his cock, swallowing noisily as pulse after pulse streamed down her throat.
Each 4-second-long stream came with such a rush of toe-curling, endorphin pounding satisfaction that Martin could barely do much beyond grunt and grasp his fur-coated ear grips. There was no way to warn Vinyl that he was barely halfway finished.
The mare’s cocksure grin faded, shock and realization coming into her eyes as her filling and expanding belly quickly became so stuffed with human man batter that Martin’s next pulse had nowhere to go but out.
With a coughing gasp, Vinyl’s cheeks filled out like a chipmunk’s stuffed with nuts, and once that overflow capacity was filled - a messy snort sent twin streams of cum splattering out of her nose: the legendary ‘angry dragon.’ That was her limit.
With a retching pull, Vinyl tore herself free from his grasp, great gouts of cum spilling from her slack jaw and nostrils as she coughed and sputtered.
Freed from its pony throat confines, Martin’s cock still spurted thick, geyser-like plumes of human cum in the air, arcing part way to the ceiling before they rained back down from in dense, ropey splatters.
“Sh-shit, shit, shit!” Martin groaned, hips thrusting at each pulse.
The sputtering Vinyl took in a deep, relieved gasp of air, having finally cleared her esophagus of the glue-like gel and drawing in fresh oxygen. She took in a few gasping breaths, not able to prevent the massive cord-sized ribbons of cum from splattering across her face and mane, leaving her covered in a goopy, cinnamon bun style frosting layer.
“*cough cough* Dude. What the buck?” Vinyl exclaimed, finally grabbing his jerking cock and pointing it away from her snout, avoiding catching another blast of hot man batter into her stunned face. “This is just ridiculous.”
But she was already grinning, and with a naughty glance at her friend, she stuck her tongue between her lips and directed the hydrant like a stream at Octavia’s backside, playing with Martin’s cock as if it were a game at a waterpark. He was powerless to stop her, his hands clutching his knees now in blissful agony as he emptied himself. All he could do was watch as his last two massive spurts arched out, splattering across the gray mare’s lower back in a messy rope stain.
Before Octavia could react, Vinyl redirected her aim, sending the final, hearty splatter directly at the mare’s plot, where it impacted across the cellist’s tight charcoal rosebud and winking marehood with a satisfying squelching splash.
Octavia blinked, turning away from the penultimate scene of the movie, where Mozart dictates his requiem mass to Salieri on his deathbed, their classical composition jam session breaking down the powerful piece into its component melodies, delightfully exposing the movie watcher to the deconstruction of a greater whole into its component pieces.
Furiously sparkling heart pupils glared at the panting, sweating, speechless human and the half-cackling, tummy-filled sticky DJ. Sure she was about to launch into an invective-laced tirade and plant two rear-hoof-shaped tattoos into their backsides.
Then her eyes glanced downwards, locking firmly onto Martin’s still proudly erect monolith, now complete with a rivulet of bubbling, steaming cum. She hesitated, ears twitching at the sound of the completed requiem mass playing behind her… then bit her lip.
“Daaang Tavi, you got it bad, don’t you?” Vinyl cackled, wiping the jelly-like spatter from her eyes. “That Mozart shit really has you hot and bothered, doesn’t it?”
Octavia’s eyes flickered angrily over to Vinyl, then back to Martin’s cock, whereupon she licked her lips longingly.
“Pft knew it.”
“Quiet you… you… hooligan!” Octavia’s voice sounded dry and crackly, likely a result of all the drooling she’d been doing. “I was simply… enjoying the music… a little too thoroughly, that’s all.”
“You know, Tavi… you just have to ask, and I’ll pop upstairs and get your cooler, strap it on and help you out…”
“Hmf…!” Octavia turned her nose up slightly in disgust, blinking and glancing from Martin’s cock to the human’s face. Martin, who was finally roused from his post-orgasmic throes, couldn’t help but notice the strong, little, British mare’s tail was still flagged sky high, and her eyes were still sparkling hearts of desire.
“Ah, you want me to get my cooler, then? Even when it didn’t fit last time?” Vinyl teased, cocking her head as if she’d misunderstood Octavia’s initial reluctance.
“Vinyl!” Octavia snorted and stomped a hoof, attempting to put a stop to her shenanigans, her eyebrows knitting together as she glared at her giggling roommate and friend before her eyes were inextricably drawn back to Martin’s groin.
“Ohhhh, now I get it.” Vinyl hummed, sitting up and tapping her forehooves together, pretending like she’d just figured out some great mystery. “...after all, why use a lifeless piece of silicone when you can take a ride on some… Big. Fat. Alien. Cock?” Vinyl waggled the throbbing erection in question left and right against Martin’s thighs with wet slaps on each syllable for maximum effect.
Octavia’s face flushed a bright pink, her nervous eyes doing their best not to make contact with either Martin, Vinyl… or Martin’s penis, and utterly failing.
Busted.
“I can tell you from first-throat experience that this stud can quench ya’, Tavi.” Vinyl giggled, sitting up and releasing Martin’s penis briefly, bringing her hoof down to pat her bloated belly, which looked like she’d just polished off a Hearthswarming banquet all by herself. “I mean, Mart produces more than a fireboat. What the hay, dude?” Vinyl giggled and nudged the blushing human with her elbow. Vinyl fell backward, laughing so slowly her bloated belly rumbled with joy.
*Buurrrrrp!*
Vinyl’s laughing was interrupted by a sudden and deep belch. But the awkward pause and the cum-scented burp only served to set her off even harder.
“Hahaha, I’m stuffed. If you had a cutie mark, I bet it would be a firehose!”
Martin tried to giggle along, but could only blush. There was a strange mixture of pride and embarrassment at being praised by the cute unicorn DJ who had just sucked him to completion, as her adorable, smaller, and very horny pony friend inspected him like he was a delicious piece of meat.
“Aww, he’s shy.” Vinyl guffawed. “You like ‘em all bashful like that, don’cha Tavi?”
Octavia blushed even more profoundly, heart-shaped eyes flashing to Martin and then away, as she chewed on her lip. With a stomp and a huff, she threw her head up entirely and turned away, facing the television screen, which was now displaying a scrolling list of credits to Mozart’s 40th symphony.
“C’mon Tavi,” Vinyl grunted as she lifted her plump body from her spot on the couch, rolling off the edge and trotting past Martin’s legs with a quick stride, “don’t put yourself through heat hell just so you can pretend you’re all hoity-toity… I know how you get when you’re horny.” Vinyl’s eyebrows waggled, and she grinned evilly at her friend, “...you naughty little filly.”
*Slap!*
Vinyl’s hoof thwacked against her friend’s rump with an audible clap. Instantly, the cellist’s thighs shook, and her tail flashed up even higher. A forceful clench sent her winking pink clitoris shooting out of her rosy-charcoal pussy, with a small squirt of fragrant marecum.
“Mmmnf!” Octavia’s adorable squeak was simultaneously the cutest and sexiest thing Martin had ever heard. “R-r-ruffian!” Octavia spat the epithet as if it were the worst insult that could be laid upon another pony.
“That’s my girl…” Vinyl chuckled. “Talkin’ dirty already. C’mon Tav, everypony here knows you want it…”
A soft whine escaped Octavia’s lips as her eyes shut tightly underneath a sweaty, steamy brow.
“...but you gotta ask, otherwise how’s Martin gonna know how bad you want his stiff, thick, monkey, stallionhood?” Vinyl grinned evilly.
Octavia hesitated, rivulets of sweat rolling down the side of her face as she literally shook with tension. Martin could see just how badly she desired him, the way her gaze kept flashing back to his dick, then looking away as she desperately tried to retain some semblance of modesty by staring at the wall as if nothing were happening and she was just waiting for a cup of tea.
Then her tail flagged again, and that big pink love button peeled her cunt lips back once more - she didn’t stand a chance.
“P...please…” She whined.
Martin started to stand up, his cock bouncing with rigid readiness to satisfy his lovely little equine friend.
“Ah ah ah.” Vinyl held up a hoof at Martin, pausing him in his movement to get behind that beautiful gray bottom, currently stuck up in the air, as Octavia stood with her rear hooftips on the floor and her forehooves back on the coffee table, well braced and prepared to absorb some serious shocks. “...please what, Tavi? Use your words.”
Octavia looked back at Martin over her shoulder, face filled with adorable longing, a weak and nervous smile emerging in her agonized, sweating face. Her ears were splayed backward, mouth panting slightly, utterly vulnerable in every physical and emotional sense at that moment. Martin wasn’t sure if he would rather fuck her or hug the squee out of her.
“...P-please Martin, would you… r-rut… my b-b… my… my bottom.” Octavia whimpered, the word ‘bottom’ falling out of her mouth with incredible difficulty.
Vinyl’s cheeks puffed out, and she slapped a hoof to her mouth in constrained laughter, tears forming in her eyes, as she stomped her hoof in mirth at her friend, desperately trying not to lose her shit - clearly needing a moment to recoup.
But Martin didn’t need even a moment to respond. “Yes. God, you’re adorable.”
“Dude.” Vinyl groan-chuckled, still having trouble containing herself. “You were supposed to make her beg a little bit… Bwahahaha! ‘Rut my bottom!’ That is the funniest way I’ve ever heard somepony ask to have their pussy stuffed. Fuck my ass, that’s funny!”
Martin couldn’t help but grin at Vinyl’s rollicking laughter and Octavia's annoyed response. Stamping one of her forehooves and snorting. Still clearing tears from her eyes, Vinyl pushed herself back up to a seated position, quickly grasping Octavia’s pert asscheeks and pulling them apart, revealing even more of the steamy orifices’ demanding attention.
“Alright, dude, you heard her… she wants your D in her asshole.” Vinyl grinned, moving her hooves slightly so that she was spreading the charcoal mare’s ponut slightly. “Surprising as she’s never asked me for anal.”
Instantly, the tight charcoal ring of muscle puckered and tightened, and Octavia’s whole body tensed with trepidation.
“N-no! Not my bum, Vinyl!”
“You said bottom.”
“Yes! My fanny, you fool.”
“Your what?”
“My marehood! I want Martin to rut my marehood!”
Vinyl nodded, snapping her horn alight and moving a small magical field over the drooling, plump, charcoal set of pussylips. With a flick, she spread the tight snatch open, revealing a twisting pink tunnel inside, its walls connected with sticky strands of marecum.
“Just so we’re clear, you mean this, right, Tav?” Vinyl played the fool, letting her field rest right over her roommate’s clitoris, toying and pulling at the swollen, angry nub.
“Mmmf!” Octavia squeaked. “Y-y-yes! V-Vinyllllllll!” A spatter of fluid shot out of her. Her hips gyrated up and down in the air, as she humped a nonexistent dick through her magic-induced orgasm.
Martin felt Vinyl’s electric blue field wrap itself around his stiff length, swirling and pulsing with a warm, insistent fire. It reminded him of a novelty sex sleeve he’d used once in his youth… only hot… energetic… alive… electric. Ok, maybe this was about a hundred times better than that toy.
Vinyl tugged him forward slightly with each pump, grinning up at him as she did so. “I know you’re not a quick shot, so I’m sure you don’t mind me giving you a little pre-show action?”
“V-Vinyl!” Octavia squeaked in complaint, body shaking under the continued stimulation of her clitoris, “I...I c-can’t w-wait!”
“OK, OK,” Vinyl sighed, stroke-tugging Martin’s fat cockhead to her friend’s parted folds, her tight pink inner-lips soaked with slick fluid.
Martin moaned as his cum-slick glans kissed the winking rosy flesh of Octavia’s snatch.
Hot!
Her burning heat made the grasping energy touch of Vinyl’s magic job seem almost cool in comparison - Martin had never even thought it possible that an animal could end up with such a red-hot internal body temperature. Viny’s tug continued to guide him in, pressing more and more of his sizable head against the snug slit that drooled and boiled with anticipation.
“Mmmnfh!” Octavia moaned out, as soon as the contact was made. With a quiver, she immediately pushed her deliciously firm butt backward into him, attempting to impale herself upon his dick.
Martin winced. The pressure against his penis was intense, uncomfortable. As slick and willing as Octavia’s swollen marehood was, despite the efforts of two ponies and a human to shove his dick into her, there was only so much that the tight slit could take. His cockhead mashed against her compressed lips as they struggled but failed to yield.
“B-b-buck… h-he’s too… big!” Octavia threw her head back with the last syllable, her black mane wildly spilling over her neck.
“Buck yeah, he is…” Vinyl muttered under her breath, eyes locked on the incredible sight of human meat trying and failing to stuff itself into pony snatch. She blinked, shook her head, and composed herself, sending more energy through her horn.
“Shh, Tav, you can do this…” Vinyl cooed, her magical field thrumming as it coaxed the little charcoal mare’s clitoris with pulsing hums. “Just relax, push back… thaaaat’s it…”
“Oh… sh-shiiit!” Martin groaned out, Vinyl’s technique was doing something. He could feel wet kisses of the firm, engorged clitoris pressing against his glans, winking out against him again and again, each time it withdrew, sucking him in a little bit deeper as if he were sinking slowly into quicksand.
An obscene, squelching sound filled his ears as Tavi’s pink inner labia finally parted enough to let him start to slide into her, agonizingly slowly at first… then faster and faster.
“C-Celestia! He’s so… huge!”
The burning, twisting snugness of Octavia’s pony pussy was divine. No human could compare to the muscular tightness, the fleshy, writhing, convulsive furnace of milking strength that suckled him and drew more and more of his cock into the depths of an erotic oven.
“Damn, you’re fuckin’ tight!” Martin groaned as he slipped past the halfway point, five inches of thick cock stuffed into the musician.
“Y-YeessSSssSss…” Octavia’s throaty groan of pleasure rumbled through her chest - an animalistic exclamation of satisfaction, she pushed back even harder, driving another two inches of plump cock-sausage into her body.
“UNnnnnnggGgghh….” Octavia grunt-groaned as Martin hit the bottom of her carnal depths, mashing up against the cervix of this little equine.
“Luna’s teats Tav’, I can see his bulge through your belly!” Vinyl grinned. “That’s buckin' awesome!”
“Mmmmgnnh….” Martin and Octavia’s moan in response was all that they could muster, the two pausing to drink in the experience of each other’s bodies, human and mare bound together, cock firmly embedded in cunt.
Martin had never felt anything like it, even without moving his hips, the mare’s pussy was grasping and swirling all around him, stimulating him more than Vinyl’s tongue during her blowjob. He wasn’t sure if she was doing it consciously, but it felt like he was in a hot, suckling, swishing washing machine on the turbo cycle.
Suddenly, three insistent, clenching spasms suckled him, each came with a shivering pivot of Octavia’s back. Martin felt his partner’s thumb-sized clitoris grind along his under-shaft with each shake.
“Oh…. oh f-fuck… I’m fucking…. CUMMING!”
Octavia’s sudden use of swear words was almost as shocking as the soaking sprays against Martin’s thighs as the little mare let loose a gushing spray of hot, transparent liquid.
“Damn Tavi,” Vinyl grinned. “If you popped that fast, this is gonna be a long ride… this human dude’s got stamina.” She worked her tongue around in her mouth, contemplatively. “He lasts way longer than any stallion I’ve been with.”
Octavia moaned, shaking in little trembles back and forth on her stud, wiggling her hips desperately.
Martin couldn’t resist his instinctive impulses any longer, reaching down and taking two firm handfuls of pony butt. As soon as his fingers dug into Octavia’s coat, she thrashed her neck with surprise. Her firm, yielding flesh, provided a perfect purchase to begin softly withdrawing from the vise-like confines of delectable pony plot.
He began pistoning back in, only a few inches of travel, in and out, steady and rhythmic. On each withdrawal, Octavia’s pink inner lips were pulled back with his cock, never breaking their airtight embrace.
“Sh-shit… yes…” Octavia groaned underneath him. He could see her face in the dark black glass of the television screen - a sweaty, drooling, panting mess. Her tongue was lolling out of her mouth, limply extending onto the coffee table. Her upper chest resting on the tabletop while he slid in and out of her. “Fookin’ yes…”
Martin noticed Vinyl’s ears twitch at the strange sound Octavia had just made, the odd accent was very unusual for him to hear as well, but he had other things on his mind at the moment… like starting to really hump into this tight little earth pony pussy. His cock was moving at standard time and tempo now, covering four inches in and out every half second, generating an obscene melody of squelching splatters.
“Yas! Shag my bloody arse with your big, fat knob!” Octavia’s usually prim and proper voice had morphed into the patois of a Cockney London chimney sweep. “Oh yes! Bugger moi achin’ twat! Harder you glorious feckin’ bastard~!”
“I-I think you broke her.” Vinyl blinked with wide, disbelieving eyes, seeing her uptight friend’s brain melting into a pile of mush before her.
Martin didn’t respond, instead grabbing her ass even harder, digging his fingers deep into her muscles, then thrusting forward with a vengeance, slamming nearly all of his dick into the smaller mare and pistoning it back out just as quickly. The long, consistent strokes sent his balls swinging, slapping up against her vulva with the end of each power-stroke.
“SH-SHIIIIiiiiite!” Octavia squealed, her left leg kicking out and making her fall onto the table completely, both hooves entirely off the floor now. Martin could feel her orgasming again around him, the contractions coming in waves that made her whole pussy wink and her asshole clench. “Woi w-won’t yew…. C-cum you… b-bastard!” The mare groaned out into the table, her eyes rolling and unfocused.
“Shit, dude.” Vinyl breathed, watching the show.
Martin gripped harder, jackhammering in and out of the smaller pony body under him. Sweat was dripping from his brow now as he jackhammered into the delectable and sensuous little cunt drooling around his thick and throbbing shaft.
Octavia’s swearing had tapered off completely, reduced to animalistic grunts and groans, followed by the occasional nicker and kick of her hooves as another mini orgasm wracked its way through her body, tensing her spine like a curved bow, before she went limp in a newly released puddle of mare fluids spilling from her.
*Plap Plap! PLAP!*
“Mmmn! Mmn! Mn!” Octavia’s little whimpers were all that could follow the heavy flesh slaps of his thighs against her asscheeks.
*Plap Plap! PLAP!*
“Dude, you’re destroying her, holy shit!” Vinyl breathed, some concern creeping into her voice.
*Thwack!*
The heavy crack of Martin’s left hand against Octavia’s ass filled the air with a snap as he spanked her left glute, hard. A stinging handprint and a quivering clench were the only replies Octavia could provide, her labored breaths sucking in oxygen desperately to support her body’s near-continuous orgasmic state.
*Plap Plap! PLAP!*
“M-maybe we sh-should take a little breather, huh du~ eep!”
Martin grabbed Vinyl by her shoulder, running as much on instinct as any logic. The cute little white unicorn was making sounds that were distracting him from power-fucking the tight gray pussy… and he wanted to do something with his mouth… so why not?
He roughly yanked the DJ to his face, no easy task with her added plumpness and thrust his lips against hers, driving his tongue past her strangely flatter teeth and into her mouth, all without slowing in his pistoning, powerful fuck.
Vinyl groaned in surprise at first, tense and resistant… then he felt her relax, felt her big, wide tongue play with his… felt her lean into him, her hoof exploring his hair and body.
*PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!*
Martin slid his right hand down from Vinyl’s shoulder, palming the mare’s asscheek and massaging it, letting his clenching fingers slip between her thighs. She was squishier, plumper… but she was also soaking wet under her tail. He couldn’t tell if the tip of his index finger was rubbing against her asshole or her slit - just that it was hot and wet.
“Mmmmnngghh….” Vinyl groaned into his mouth, shifting and letting more of his index finger slip into what was probably her pussy if the hard nub he felt at his knuckle was what he thought it was.
But he wasn’t going to be distracted - kissing and making out was nice… but he was fucking.
The coffee table groaned and creaked as his explosive thrusts ground it across the floor, inch by inch, all the force in his muscles thumping into Octavia’s pussy, which had long since surrendered the fight, now a drooling, sopping, gaping mess that quivered and clenched with uncontrolled reactions.
Minutes passed like this, Vinyl’s pony nose bumping against his as her tongue played in his throat… Octavia’s soft mewls and jerking body writhing under him as he pounded into her, slamming the coffee table against the TV stand… the feel of unicorn cunt gripping his index finger only a distant and dull sensation compared to the heavenly slick velvet around his cock.
Suddenly, Vinyl’s breathing increased until she too whimpered, and he felt the swirling milk of marecum on his index finger, felt her scream her orgasm into his mouth.
He watched her horn snap a brilliant blue again, and felt her field engulf him, sliding down his chest and firmly gripping the base of his pistoning cock as it plowed the last of her friend’s consciousness senseless.
The warm field wrapped around his balls, milking and coaxing them, as the unicorn pled in gasping groans, asking for unintelligible mercy for her and her friend. All lost in the muffling embrace of Martin’s kiss.
He felt his balls rising, felt his aching cock jump, about to release. Quickly, he slid his right hand off of Vinyl, breaking their kiss and letting her fall roughly to the floor to deal with the vestiges of her orgasm on her own. Hooking his hands back into Octavia’s hip bones, he drove one last time, deeper, harder than he ever had before…
He felt his cock end bump up against that deep, hidden barrier again, which could resist no longer… he slid through Octavia’s cervix, fully penetrating her to the hilt, driving his cock tip into her fertile womb.
Octavia’s head jerked up from semi-consciousness, her heart-shaped pupils dilated to different sizes and her eyelids drooping in different depths as she drooled a half-intelligent moan from her mouth - she was entirely gone, lost to the pleasure of non-stop human cock, all higher-IQ functions boiled away in a sea of pleasure-hormones.
But her body didn’t need her to be there - it knew what to do. Her final and most powerful orgasm wracked her, using every last burst of energy to milk the stallion bucking her.
Which made him explode.
“F-f-fuuuuuUUUUUUUUUCK!” Martin screamed at the top of his lungs, as the first heavy blast of cum rocketed from him splashing out into Octavia’s womb. Every muscle in their two bodies was combining to drain him, to empty him completely, to fill her as much as possible.
Splatter after splatter.
Rope after rope of hot, thick, potent human cum.
Vinyl watched him in wonder from the pile she’d ended up in on the ground as her friend’s belly expanded, in rhythmic throbs. Martin’s throbbing testicles were doing their job, jumping up and down, again and again, firing their magically generated volume into the ripe womb of the little pony, doing their best to impregnate her.
Octavia’s belly expanded, again, and again… eventually looking like she was months with foal. Even her belly button had popped out to an ‘outie,’ comically lifting her off of the creaking table.
“Sh-shiiiit….” Martin groaned out, as he felt the last trickle of ejaculate pulse out of him, barely able to leave the end of his shaft into the high-pressure of the cum-stuffed uterus.
With a creaking snap, the abused coffee table finally gave up the ghost, cracking and splitting in half with a spray of splinters and dust, sending Octavia and Martin crashing to the floor as well.
Martin tumbled as best he could, trying to keep Octavia from landing too heavily, his limp penis sliding out of her slick, loosened lips as he fell. Like uncorking a wooden barrel filled with thick honey, his creamy-white spooge burbled out of her like a waterfall, quickly adding to the puddle of other unspeakable fluids.
“Unnnghhh…” Martin groaned, carefully avoiding the broken pieces of wood as he rolled onto his side, happy to see that Octavia was napping peacefully, likely the most satisfied sleep of her life.
“So…”
Martin turned to see Vinyl also lying on her belly with a grin, looking at him with mischief in her eyes.
“...got any movies about dubstep DJs we can watch next week? ‘Cuz, I want a turn of what she got.” Vinyl nodded at her pregnant-looking, cum-waterfall-leaking, mewling, post-orgasmic-sleep-having friend.
“Next week?” Martin asked, still in a stupor.
“Sure, you said you wanted this movie night thing to be a regular deal, right? After our first session tonight, I can say I’m a fan!”
Martin groaned slightly, eyes unfocusing as he fell into an exhausted sleep.
This has been a story from the Movie Night group! Please go check it out and participate yourself!
