Three's a Choir
“I’m coming,” Gear bellowed, adjusting her pants and stomping towards the entryway. “Just wait a damn minute.”
She couldn’t say where Aria was or what the lazy bitch was doing - probably napping on the couch, if she had to guess, but someone was knocking at the door and she couldn’t just leave a visitor unattended. Regardless of whether or not she was expecting anyone, which she wasn’t, there was no need to be rude. Reaching the foyer, swiftly straightening her top and slacks, she opened the door and immediately went rigid.
She didn’t have all that many friends, with a great many of them having moved to various parts of equestria, and it wasn’t like she had many neighbors, but be damned if she didn’t immediately recognize the unmistakable figure idling on her porch. The long, flowing mane of grey-orchid and violet, the studded magenta jacket, and the ice blue coat left little room for doubt; for some unfathomable reason, Countess Coloratura was standing just outside her door.
Unlike herself and the seductive siren who shared her bed, the mare was positively tiny. Coloratura’s head only reached her chest, barely at eye level with her tits, yet that was far from a bad thing. While it was true that she preferred larger, more heavily built body types, there was something undeniably provocative about the petite, bold, and talented pony.
“I - uh - how can - I mean, w...what…” Gear sputtered, staring in open awe at the pop-star.
Though there was no guarantee that she wasn’t looking at a damn good look-alike, or possibly the perfect disguise of a changeling, she was unprepared to find herself face to face with a celebrity - sure, she and Aria, a member of the Dazzlings, had been an item for a hot-minute, but that meant fuck-all at the moment. Struggling to form a thought, let alone a coherent sentence, she failed to notice the sound of footfalls approaching from behind her.
“Rara, is that you out there?” Aria called, her view out the door impeded by her statuesque lover.
“Ari?” Coloratura bleated, awkwardly shuffling by the petrified titan.
Gear falteringly turned and closed the door, watching the two embrace. Though she shouldn’t have been surprised to find out her mate knew the idol, the siren had never mentioned it. As she made a mental note to throttle and/or thoroughly question her fiancée, seeing the duo break their hug, she sheepishly rubbed the back of her neck.
Aria knew good and damn well that her lover was a fan of the Countess, but she’d been holding off on telling her big-dicked she-stud about their past for just the right moment. It was hard enough getting time off, what with being on tour for large chunks of the year, but scheduling a date where both she and her fellow musician could catch up had been a bitch and a half. It’d taken nearly a year to get something arranged, then nearly another year after their engagement had to be rescheduled, but she’d finally done it - she was finally able to introduce her old friend to her betrothed.
Slipping her hand around the diminutive mare’s waist, pushing the girl forward, she cleared her throat. “Gear, this is -”
“I know who it is,” Gear huffed, glowering over at her mate. Stepping forward and extending a hand, she stooped down to her guest’s eye level. “I’m a huge fan.”
“Thanks,” Coloratura chirped, shaking her host’s giant mitt. “I’ve heard all about you from Aria.”
Gear scrunched her snout, dismissing the notion of berating her lover. “Nothing bad, I hope.”
“Nah, I haven’t said anything bad - in fact, Rara really likes what she’s seen of you,” Aria purred, caressing the girl’s bare waist.
“Y...yeah,” the mare stammered, as a blush crept into her cheeks.
Lifting a finger, more befuddled than ever, Gear’s thoughts began to race. The overwhelming majority of media involving herself and her lover weren’t exactly what she would call safe-for-work, almost entirely comprised of them horsing around in the bedroom or fucking like a pair of rabid, very horny animals. Feeling herself growing flushed, unsure of how to proceed, she prayed her mate hadn’t shown their visitor anything too compromising.
Aria’s muzzle split into a toothy grin, unable to contain her excitement any further. It was true, Rara really was a fan of Gear’s, but not in any conventional sort of sense. She’d been sending her buddy sex tapes for months on end, all of which had one thing in common - her lover’s gigantic cock. Ordinarily speaking, she would never share smut of her lover, but she couldn’t help herself, especially because of her friend’s kinks.
“Gear, babe, it’s really nothing to worry about,” she began, nonchalantly turning the comparably pint-sized mare away from her mechanic-made-mate. Bending the girl over and spreading her cheeks, she peeked up at her stud. “I think you can see why…”
Gear had seen some wild stuff in her day, from stallions that were more feminine and busty than any natural mare could ever dream to be to exhibitionistic minotaurs with a penchant for public use, but she was not prepared for the sight that greeted her. Crammed within the pop star’s posterior was an absolutely gargantuan, crystal-clear butt plug. Gazing into the celebrity’s depths, feeling as though she was staring into a black hole, her loins took immediate note of the scandalous revelation.
“That should give you a pretty good idea, right?” the siren cooed, running her fingers over the immense toy’s base.
Though she knew a great many folks with all sorts of kinks, not a single one of them was a bigger butt-slut than her buddy Rara - for fuck’s sake, she’d seen pics of the girl getting railed out by a dragon, one who looked to be nearly as well-hung as her mate, which had given her the idea for their little gettogether. She wasn’t all that concerned about inviting her friend over for some fun, considering they’d had a third or even fourth in their bed before, but all those encounters had been with literal nobodies. Having given her fiancée a once in a lifetime opportunity, seeing the titanic swell forming in the woman’s pants, she felt her heart begin to race.
Slowly straightening the mare up, giving the girl’s stuffed bottom a playful smack, she looked over to her lover’s face. “So would you like to fangirl before or after you plow her?”
As badly as Gear would have loved to get an autograph and chat with her visitor, she wasn’t about to let the chance to fuck another idol slip through her fingers - that and it’d been ages since she’d stuck her dick in someone who lacked a cock. With her tented jeans struggling to contain her enthusiasm, struggling to remain composed, she strolled to and up the nearby stairs. They could talk and relax later, once they’d exhausted themselves and more than likely made a mess with one another - for the time being, her chief concern was…
“Make sure you grab the camera,” she grunted over her shoulder, reaching the second floor.
All but power-walking into their chamber, she moved past the dresser and into the bathroom. While she was more than happy to rut the living daylights out of the talented pop star, there was something she knew she’d need - lube, lots of lube. As she stooped down and rummaged beneath the sink, searching for the industrial container of the slick liquid, she heard her mate and their guest giggling.
“Get on the bed,” Aria whispered, all but flinging the mare onto the mattress.
Rara was just as, if not more thrilled by the prospect of a good, hard pounding than Gear was, which made the quickly evolving situation all too perfect. There would be plenty of time to lounge around and shoot the shit after they’d all gotten off a few times - besides, the pillow talk would be cathartic for everyone. Seeing her friend roll to her back, she shook her head and crawled onto the bed.
“Hands and knees, with your ass facing that door,” she muttered, keeping her voice low.
Rara did as she was told, presenting her plugged rump to the bathroom’s doorway. The setup was perfect, and would give the hulking mechanic a second great view of their guest’s assets, but it did remind her of one thing. Scrambling off the bed, rushing to the nightstand, she snatched up her camera.
“Alright,” Gear sighed, parading out of the restroom with the oversized bottle in one hand, “I hope you’re ready for…”
She trailed off, as her eyes settled on the mare’s immaculately presented tush. Chest down, ass up, with her rump pointed squarely at her, the pop star grinned over at her; it was easily one of the hottest things she’d seen in recent memory, and it sent her libido skyrocketing. Marching forward, feeling and hearing the fabric of her pants beginning to rip, she wholly ignored the siren leveling a camera at her.
“Wait wait,” Aria tutted, just as the giant dickmare reached for the butt-plug’s base, “lemme help.”
Hopping off the bed, she squatted down and began hastily removing her fiancée’s jeans. Considering the garment was on the verge of becoming a pile of rags, and that it wasn’t like they were going to need clothes for the debaucherous event, she saw no need to have anyone wearing anything - well, besides Rara. If her buddy’s outfit got damaged or too cum-stained, which it almost assuredly would, she’d be more than happy to pay for it to get replaced.
Momentarily setting the lube down, restraining herself from wrenching the sex-toy from Coloratura’s ass, Gear pulled her top up and over her head. Thankfully, considering how skillful her mate had gotten at stripping her, she was buck naked in a mere handful of seconds and ready to get down to business. As she glanced down and to the side, while Aria slathered her dick with the cool, slick fluid, her hand closed around the plug’s base.
Steadily pulling on the toy, while the mare whimpered and braced herself, she knit her brow. She’d known the plug had to be pretty big, but she’d had no way of knowing just how large it had really been. Watching the girl’s pucker stretch outward, clinging to the gargantuan crystal it was wrapped around, her eyes widened in shock. As the toy slipped free, leaving the celebrity’s backdoor gaping at nothing, she marveled at the sight.
The plug had to be some sort of a custom job, because it was nearly as big as a football - still, as impressed as she was, she realized she wasn’t there as some spectator. Handing the toy over to Aria, she stepped forward, grabbed the idol’s hips, and got into position. There weren’t many times when she could easily slip into someone, but the anal-loving pony might just be loose enough to be added to that list. Holding the base of her cock with one hand, guiding herself into the girl’s awaiting hole, she felt something tap her leg.
Aria held up a finger, causing her lover to slow. She’d been so eager for the meeting, as well as the subsequent fucking, that she’d nearly forgotten one tiny detail. Getting onto the bed, rolling Rara onto her back, she silently motioned for her friend to go spread eagle. If she’d been tasked with filming the lustful endeavor, she was going to make good and damn sure it was as perfect as possible.
Looking between the pair of celebrities, watching their guest wriggle out of her top, Gear did her best not to cave to the primal impulses yelling at her to breed the mare. As she questioningly piqued a brow, while their visitor spread and lifted her legs, she noticed something peculiar - her lover was pointing at the girl’s shoes. Giving the smallest shrug, she grabbed the pop star’s ankle and gingerly removed the fancy-looking footwear.
As the shoe came free, revealing Coloratura’s immaculately pedicured feet, she gnawed her lip. Not only did her guest have painted toenails, but she was wearing several golden toe rings; the revelation was as or more arousing than finding out the singer was a pig bottom, sundering what little self control she had left in an instant. Roughly pulling the girl closer, slipping her length into the very accommodating ass before her, she closed her eyes and kissed her visitor’s feet.
Aria fought back a snicker, watching the big, imposing dickmare tongue and suckle her friend’s toes. She’d done her part and warned Rara about her lover’s fondness for feet, explicitly for this moment. Having some casual sex was all well and good, but not everyone would react well to an amazoness licking their toes. As she periodically watched the camera’s display, alternating between shots of the foot worship and languid fucking, something rubbed against her groin.
Glancing down and seeing Rara’s hands fiddling with her shorts, her smile broadened. She hadn’t really expected to get in on the action so early, and would have been happy enough playing cinematographer for the first round or two - having said that, she certainly wasn’t opposed to jumping into the thick of it. Doing what she could to keep the phone steady, she lowered one hand and started unbuttoning one side of her trunks.
Being a bottom bitch with money had its advantages - one of which being she’d bought several garments that were expressly designed for easy removal. The shorts she was wearing were essentially tearaways, with the front and back pop-buttoned together, and they were actually easier to take off than they were to get on. Removing the garment in the blink of an eye, causing her growing erection to unceremoniously flop onto her buddy’s face, she shuffled back and to the side ever so slightly.
Rolling her tongue between the mare’s toes, amazed at just how accommodating the mare’s backside was, Gear stifled a groan. Though it may have sounded silly, screwing someone who was actually a bit loose was a very welcome change of pace. Listening to the throaty moans and lewd slapping of flesh, subconsciously increasing her speed, an odd noise caught her ear - a gag. Cracking one eye open, she looked down and nearly ground to a halt.
She wasn’t sure what was more arousing, seeing Coloratura nursing on the fat tip of Aria’s dick or the shit-eating grin on Aria’s face. It felt like it had been forever since she ran into her lover at that shitty dive bar, but she’d cherished each and every day with the impish, power-bottoming tramp of a mate. Flashing her teeth at the camera, happy to see that her fiancée had decided to join them, she nodded down at her semi-buried shaft.
“You wanna see how to make a bitch squeal?” she asked, moving one hand to the mare’s groin.
Letting the question hang, she set to fucking her guest’s well-trained tush like a jackhammer. Aria quickly followed suit, driving her tool into the girl’s throat, but neither of them were close to finished with the idol. It didn’t matter if Coloratura was ignorant or simply brazen, because being spit-roasted by two big-dicked dickmares was something next to nobody could walk away from.
Working in tandem, the lovers used the pony between them like a living, breathing sex toy. The siren’s tits played over the mare’s breasts, twisting and pulling her teats, while the mechanic’s thumb furiously rubbed the celebrity’s clit. It was all the poor girl could do to writhe in place, helplessly gagging and sputtering, before she was brought to her climactic end.
Convulsing below her, the young mare’s cunt gushed nectar over her loins, inadvertently adding further lubrication to her pistoning stallionhood. Knowing she’d brought a celebrity to such a quick finish was immeasurably gratifying, especially since she’d seen Coloratura was an anal Queen, yet the sensation of her spasming pucker around her dick was what really got her motor running. Watching the girl’s hold being drawn out and stuffed back in, slowly losing track of herself, a gentle pat on the arm caused her to start.
“You’re gonna ignore little ‘ol me,” Aria halfheartedly pouted, shamelessly face-fucking her friend.
Unlike her lover, she was keeping a close eye on how things were playing out. Not only was she ensuring Rara got periodic sips of air, not wanting to break the magical evening with a bout of CPR, but she was keeping track of her mate - not just because watching the she-stud demolish someone was hotter than hell, but because she had something special up her sleeve. Leaning in and lifting Gear’s chin, she locked lips with her fiancée.
Some may consider it crazy, but there were few things more romantic than making out with your bride-to-be while spit-roasting someone. Breathing deeply, inhaling the scent of sweat, musk, and sex, she drove her tongue into the dickmare’s muzzle. Even though she was mostly a bottom, in spite of her profound size and immense strength, she’d always been on the assertive side.
Gear screwed her eyes shut, reaching forward to cup and fondle the siren’s bosoms. She honestly wasn’t sure what she’d done to win the captivating, well-hung, and supremely enchanting minx’s heart, but she thanked the stars that they’d met. Pressing her head forward, driving her mate back, she snorted. She may have been railing out a mare she’d only just met, but that didn’t make her bond with Aria any less strong - if anything, moments like these brought them closer together.
“Bet she’s not as tight as me,” Aria softly teased, breaking their kiss.
The mechanic bit back a chuckle, amazed by the siren’s taunt. “Spend another year with me and you might be looser than -”
“Hrrgh?!?”
The duo of dickmares ground to a halt, as the mare beneath them trembled and pawed at the siren’s leg.
“Shit,” Aria blurted. Reclining and hauling her length from the girl’s gullet, she rested her length on her friend’s gasping face. “You ok?”
“I - uh - Should I stop?” Gear inquired, leisurely continuing to pump the coughing, sputtering celebrity’s backdoor.
“J...just - Cough - give me a second,” Coloratura wheezed, propping herself up on her elbows.
For a chick who’d just been double teamed by a pair of amazonian sex-machines, Gear had to admit, the girl was handling the situation exceptionally well. She’d seen chicks and femboys much larger than the idol pass out from less, typically in a pool of their own cum, but the size-queen hadn’t just survived the amorous assault, she seemed ready for more. To her utter amazement, Coloratura reached down and started rubbing her slavering marehood.
“I told you she was a fan of yours,” Aria proclaimed, while her friend idly licked her rigid tool.
Things were going perfectly, even better than she’d anticipated, but she couldn’t let things go off the rails. She knew all too well what would happen if things unfolded naturally, devolving into an obscene fuck-fest, which was exactly why she forced herself to straighten up and back away from her lust-crazed buddy. As she dismounted the bed and trotted around to her mate, she readied herself for the next phase of her little scheme.
“How about,” she purred, sweetly caressing her lover’s hip, “you pull out and let her ride you cowgirl. I know you’d love to have some video of her perky little ass bouncing on that massive dick of yours.”
Without saying a word, envisioning the various angles Aria could capture, gear stepped back and hauled her stallionhood free. Though she usually preferred to take a more active role, fucking her partners into oblivion, the proposition of being ridden by the songstress was a damn compelling one. Looking down at the lustful harlot, she crossed her arms over her chest.
“That sound good to you?” she asked, curious to hear their visitor’s thoughts on the matter.
Coloratura’s eyes went alight, moments before she shuffled to the side. “As long as you empty those fat nuts into me, I don’t care how we’re doing it,” she hummed, peering down her chest at the dickmare’s ripe, fuzzy balls. “I want you to keep cumming in my ass until I taste it.”
Gear was far from what she’d call a professional, but she’d been involved with enough raunchy videos to know to provide some very choice shots. Stepping over and turning around, she seated herself on the very edge of the mattress and reclined onto her back. As she rested her head on her hands, with her stallionhood standing like a meaty monolith at her groin, she patiently waited for the girl to get into position.
Coloratura wasted no time, mounting the awaiting dickmare like it was going to be the last lay of her life. Swinging one leg over the titan’s waist, kneeling above her host, she expertly lowered her waist and impaled herself on the towering dick beneath her. Her eyes rolled, a shuddering breath escaped her, and her hands shot to her chest, while she steadily sank down the immense shaft into herself.
“Feel free to play with yourself,” Gear mused, giving the star’s flank a lighthearted slap, “it’ll make for some - Hehe - alright then…”
Without the slightest bit of prompting, enthusiastically bouncing on the giant stallionhood, the girl began savagely tugging at her diamond-hard nipples. If the whole thing was an act, hamming it up for the camera, it was a damn convincing one. Rhythmically constricting and relaxing her ass, milking the she-stud’s length, she rolled her head back and groaned.
“God damn, this is hot,” Aria whispered to herself, squatting down to get a perfect shot of the action.
Holding the camera in one hand, while jacking herself off with the other, she recorded the svelte mare’s ass clinging to her lover’s cock. The size difference between the two was staggering, with Gear’s tool being nearly as big as Rara’s arm, but the color contrast couldn’t have been better. Seeing the titanic, nearly red shaft plunging in and out of the girl’s swollen, cerulean pucker was unbelievably hot, and the sight of it made restraining herself harder by the second.
She really had hoped to get several continuous minutes of film, which she could edit and cut together later, but her mounting excitement made the task all but impossible. Pre-cum dribbled down her lipstick-streaked length, coating her fingers, as her heart thundered in her chest. It was only when her lover seized the initiative, bucking her hips to meet her friend’s descents, that a thought occurred - there was no need to hold herself back, since they had an entire night to make home movies with one another.
Getting to her feet, having propped the camera up on one of Rara’s abandoned shoes, she brought her snout to the girl’s ear. “I’m curious,” she purred, seeing her buddy’s motions slow, “is Gear the biggest thing you’ve had in that bottomless hole of yours?”
“N...no - Mmmmph - but she’s really close,” Coloratura murmured, “why?”
“Because, maybe I can help with that,” Aria cooed, bringing the tip of her length to the mare’s stuffed backdoor.
Coloratura stopped dead, turning and staring up at the siren with wide, shaken eyes. “Y...you’re n...not - Oh FUCK!”
Though Gear couldn’t exactly see what was happening, she sure as hell felt it. The sensation of a gargantuan cock pressing against her stallionhood, impossibly stretching the stricken, drooling mare’s ass open, was unmistakable. Seeing her mate’s predatory smile, knowing full well that their new plaything wasn’t going to struggle handling both of them, she extended her arms and grabbed the mare’s waist.
Thrusting upwards, causing the pop star to mewl, she suppressed a chuckle. “You think she can take it?”
“She’ll have to,” Aria shot back, sinking into her friend’s over-stuffed depths, “because nothing says ‘I love you’ like DPing a bitch with your betrothed.”
Smiling at one another, practically ignoring their guest, the pair of giants started fucking. While it was rare for them to find someone who could accommodate both of them in one hole, they had more than enough experience double-teaming someone to make it work. Alternating plunges, piston-fucking the girl like she was a sex-toy, they moved harder and faster with each passing second.
Locked between them, with her ass pushed to the breaking point, it was all Coloratura could do to savagely rub her clit and play with one teat - that was, until the siren grabbed her wrists. Her arms were pulled behind her back, further immobilizing her, while the dickmare below her reached out and jammed two fingers into her cunt. The thick digits made quick work of finding her g-spot, bringing her to yet another cataclysmic climax.
All but ignoring the ecstasy-stricken, the couple merrily fought to one-up each other. While Aria licked and kissed Coloratura’s neck, Gear fingered the mare with reckless abandon. Though they weren’t consciously vying for dominance, their drive to compete was simply too much to bear. Basking in the pleasure their slam-piece afforded, grinding their dicks together within the girl, they gradually ramped up the intensity.
“I figured you’d start sucking my - Unf - nuts, slut,” Gear blithely growled.
Holding her friend’s arms with one hand, Aria reached around to accost Rara’s free tit. “I thought they could use a bit of company instead.”
It was true - standing between her fiancée’s legs, mercilessly pounding away, her balls slapped against her Gear’s nuts. Savoring the feeling of Rara’s once-loose backdoor, as well as her mate’s dick squeezed against her length, she realized she wasn’t going to last all that long. She didn’t top all that often, and it was the first time she’d shared a hole with her lover, so her endurance was found lacking. Pressing her chest to the girl’s back, lightly biting the mare’s shoulder, she closed her eyes and attempted to stave off the inevitable.
Gear set her jaw, trying and failing to fight back her impending release. If she’d had some warning that she was going to double-stuff a celebrity with her betrothed, she might have been able to last a bit longer - sadly, that wasn’t the case. The excitement of meeting one of her favorite pop stars, discovering the girl was a butt-slut, and being propositioned for some very rough lovemaking would have been bad enough, but having her lover involved sundered her self control. Forcing a third finger into the musician and making her squeal, she felt herself reaching her limit.
Aria had been in a relationship with Gear for so long that she could practically read the woman like a book. Her mate’s frantic thrusting, flaring cock-head, and muted grunts all screamed that she was about to pop, prompting her to strike the final blow. Flying into a frenzy, intentionally pushing herself to the very brink, she peeked over her friend’s shoulder and down at the titan’s beautiful face.
“Let’s break this bitch,” she snarled, biting her buddy’s trapezius.
The dirty talk, the perfect view, and the sensation of Aria’s pulsing length against her stallionhood proved too much to bear, pushing Gear over the edge. With a triumphant bellow, she hilted within Coloratura and unloaded. Moments later, seeing and feeling the siren fully sheath herself, mate came along beside her.
Neither Aria or Gear had any way of knowing if Coloratura had ever gotten her ass creamed in such a profound way, but the insane output of not one but two dickmares seemed to shatter her mind. Howling out, with saliva dripping down her chin and to her chest, she thrashed and quaked atop them. Both her marehood and pucker violently seized, while her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
Lightly thrusting, trying to send their spunk as deeply as possible, the lovers filled the little pony like a living condom. Even with the considerable amount of spunk seeping out of her ass, leaking from around the pair of giant dicks, her stomach gradually swelled and sagged. In no time flat, easily less than five minutes, she went from looking slim and trim to positively gravid.
“Sweet Celestia,” Gear wheezed, peering up at the siren’s sweat-streaked face, “I love you.”
“I know,” Aria rasped. “Can you reach her plug?”
Looking beside herself, seeing the butt-plug resting under the headboard, Gear extended an arm and grabbed the toy. “Trying to save us from making a mess?”
“Mostly,” Aria replied, leaning to the side and taking the plug from her mate, “but also because she wanted me to save it. Alright, on three. One...Two...Three!”
Acting in unison, the pair lifted the cum-drunk, barely conscious mare and unsheathed their semi-rigid cocks, allowing the Siren to cork Coloratura’s backside. With the first rutting session concluded, happy to give their guest some time to recover, the lovers eased the girl onto the mattress. Aside from looking nine months pregnant, mind-broken, and being as limp as a rag-doll, she’d done pretty well for herself - all things considered, that is.
“Why’d she want to keep it?” Gear asked, turning to her side and looking over at her mate.
Aria shook her head and smiled, giving a tiny shrug. “She did say she wanted to taste it, so I figure that means one of two things - either she wants us to keep creampieing her until she’s coughing up cum, or she’s gonna empty her flooded ass into a bunch bowl and pound it like a freshman.”
“Ok,” Gear snickered, growing hard at the obscene thought, “we are definitely gonna record that.”
Retrieving the phone and nonchalantly reviewing the footage, Aria eased herself down beside her fiancée. “That and every other load we pump in her, yeah.”
Spooning next to their near-comatose third, basking in the affectionate moment, Gear tenderly stroked her mate’s thigh. “For the next round, can we do missionary or doggy?”
Aria smiled all the wider, knowing full well what her lover wanted. “Yes, we can make out while we fuck her,” she breathed. Without waiting for a reply, more than happy to oblige her future wife, she craned her neck and softly kissed her lover. The evening was perfect, even if they hadn’t just screwed a pop star into a sanity-shattered stupor - not because of the thrilling change of pace, but because they had one another…