Mic Check
“I don’t know how you keep convincing me to do this, Vinyl.” Octavia grumped, crossing her eyes to look at the plastic mustache that had been taped to her upper lip.
Vinyl flashed her marefriend a wink, though nopony could see it through the dark purple shades. “It’s good for business! And besides, you know I don’t want just any old pony poking around back there.” To emphasize her ‘back there’, Vinyl took the opportunity to shake it in Octavia’s face.
Blushing at the show, Octavia muttered just loudly enough for Vinyl to hear, “You don’t seem to have any problem with inviting ‘just any old pony’ to poke around my backside.”
“Just cause I know you like it, ‘Octavo’!” At the grey mare’s snort of indignation, Vinyl wiggled her plot one last time and bounded up the stairs to the stage. “Better get out there! Show’s about to start!”
Looking out over the crowd, Vinyl saw more fucking than dancing, and a quick glance at the clock gave her five minutes till three in the morning anyway. It was a bit early to wrap up, but everypony in the audience seemed to have caught a nasty case of the hornies, and she couldn’t deny that she was feeling it herself.
Closing her eyes, she went through the motions of wrapping up the song. As the final beat dropped, she adjusted the lighting back to a calm white, signaling the end of the show. All groans were cut short in anticipation as she lit her horn, the bright red glow drawing every eye in the building. Making a show of turning around, she let her tail wave a little bit more than was decent, showing off the pitch black and somewhat shiny flesh of her nethers for just a moment. Completely blind to the audience, she let loose her spell, a streamer of light arcing seemingly randomly over the audience before it settled on a pony with a conspicuous mustache.
At the groans of disappointment from the mass of stallions (and quite a few mares), Vinyl made one last show of sauntering off stage, flaunting what they might just be lucky enough to get next time if it weren’t for the homing spell woven into a certain plastic mustache.
Octavia carefully wove through the crowd of disappointed ponies, well aware that there were quite a few jealous gazes turned her way.
“Damn! If I were gay, I’d be jealous of DJ-PON3 for getting with an ass like that!”
Making doubly sure that her tail was tucked so as not to spoil the ruse, Octavia felt the heat rushing to her cheeks. Sure, she had gained a bit of padding after getting together with Vinyl, and sure the dense wall of muscle underneath she got from carrying around an instrument larger than she was made that padding jiggle just the way Vinyl liked, but her butt surely wasn’t that big, was it?
Pushing open the door to the secluded back room they’d set up, she looked at Vinyl who was strung out in a seductive pose on the small couch. “Is my butt too big?”
Closing the door with her magic, Vinyl hopped off the couch, trotting over behind her marefriend. Taking her glasses off, she made a show of pondering Octavia’s prodigious backside. “Hmm…” Brushing her tail aside with a hoof, Vinyl leaned forward to take a closer look. Flipping Octavia’s tail over her back, she loudly declared, “I think I’m gonna need an even closer look!”
Rearing up on her hind hooves, Vinyl planted her front hooves on each of Octavia’s charcoal grey cheeks, prying them apart before planting her lips on the moist grey slit. Octavia gasped as the nimble lips found her small clit, teasing it out of its hiding spot before Vinyl let out another thoughtful hum.
With her eyes perfectly aligned with Octavia’s taut grey ring, Vinyl lit her horn and wiggled a tendril of magic into the donut of flesh, quickly expanding it to its limits to ‘get a better look’. Pulling her lips from Octavia’s clit with a pop, she declared, “You know, I think it’s just about perfect. The only way it could look better is if the mare carrying this absolute wagon around could see it like I do.”
Before the embarrassed grey mare could respond, Vinyl stuck out her tongue and took a couple of deep laps at the gaping hole in front of her before pulling back and extinguishing her horn with a pop. Dropping back to all four hooves, she raised one to give a gentle smack to her marefriend’s backside, watching it ripple and jiggle in awe.
Sighing, Octavia couldn’t help but smile. “Thank you, Vinyl. You really do know how to make a mare feel special.”
“No probs, Octy! With an ass like that, all I gotta do is tell it how it is! I’ve no doubt that any one of those audience members out there wouldn’t mind helping you see just how special you are.”
Octavia shook her head. “All of those audience members out there came for you, Vinyl.”
“Yeah, yeah. Mine’s all setup and anticipation though, the draw of something you can’t have. If I actually let them go hog wild on me, my show would dry up just like that. Really all I’ve got going for this poor flat ass of mine is the fact I’ve got black bits. I’m honestly still kinda surprised you hang around like you do.”
Smacking Vinyl’s butt with her tail, Octavia guided her marefriend to the couch. “Now now, none of that. Give me a minute and I’ll show you exactly how much I love that perky posterior of yours.” Hooking her hooves around Vinyl’s barrel, she gave a heave.
Vinyl let out a squeal as she was bodily tossed onto the couch with her butt hanging off one side. Octavia wasted no time, simply yanking the electric blue tail to one side and diving in with a series of quick laps to Vinyl’s coal black lower lips. Having gathered enough of her marefriend’s juices, she used her tongue to slather them over the stretchy black ring of muscle just above, coating it in a thick mix of mare juice and saliva.
Concentrating through the haze of sensation emanating from her favorite hole, Vinyl lit her horn. Opening the cello case in the corner, she pulled out the lining, revealing a hidden compartment. Pausing to moan, she entered the code into the combination lock, withdrawing a long clear object attached to a tangle of grey straps.
Noticing the activity, Octavia withdrew her tongue from the depths of the ponut in front of her. “Grab the lube too. I don’t want to go slow tonight.”
Vinyl grinned, letting out a cheer. Magically wrapping the straps around the classical musician’s thicc hips, the grey straps blended perfectly with the fur on her plump posterior. Snapping the last buckle into place, Vinyl could only watch in awe as Octavia took a step back, balancing perfectly on her hind hooves and giving the long, thick, transparent silicone leg protruding from her crotch a wiggle.
“I still can’t believe how lucky I am that I have a marefriend that wants me to use Mr. Hoofington on her behind.” Octavia muttered to herself, though apparently still loud enough for Vinyl to hear.
“I still can’t believe my refined, classy and extra thicc marefriend has a hoof shaped strap-on she named Mr. Hoofington. Now get over here and let’s get your thicc hips to meet mine!”
Rolling her eyes, Octavia waddled over to the cello case and grabbed the lube her marefriend had forgotten in her excitement. Drenching the length of the toy with a liberal amount, she waddled back over, her fifth leg swinging with each step. Shoving the bottle halfway up Vinyl’s waiting ass, the muscled ring clenched in shock at the cold, squeezing the last of the bottle into her depths. Pulling the empty bottle of lube out, Octavia tossed it on the floor, grinning at the rapidly clenching ponut before her.
Taking a moment to appreciate the contrast between the pitch-black flesh of her marefriend’s nethers and the two white cheeks they were nestled between, Octavia couldn’t help but to give one last long lick from just between the two flat teats to the tip of Vinyl’s dock earning a long groan and a shudder from the mare she was about to wreck.
Bringing the tip of the rubber hoof up, Octavia flopped it down Vinyl’s back, the length of clear silicon coming to an end between the white mare’s shoulder blades. “I still can’t believe this thing fits in you.”
“I still can’t believe you haven’t shoved it in me yet! For how much you love wrecking my ass with it, it sure takes you a while to actually get around to-OOF!” Vinyl’s complaint was cut short as the broad tip of the rubber hoof was pressed into her ass, the molded frog pushing her experienced ponut into her before the black ring was forced to spread, popping over the edge of the hoof with a ‘shlick’. “Th-ah! There you go!”
Octavia admired the view into the other musician’s rectum the clear hoof provided for just a moment before she began the long process of burying the length of rubber where it really shouldn’t fit. Thrusting forward no more than an inch at a time, she watched as the toy slowly disappeared, the mare beneath her moaning less and less coherently as their hips drew closer.
Thicker than one of her hind hooves and longer than her foreleg, she had bought Mr. Hoofington on a whim many years ago, amused by the ridiculous nature of a massive strap-on leg. The monster toy was far too big to fit in any of her holes, so by the time she had met Vinyl, she had almost forgotten about the behemoth that sat at the bottom of her toy box. When she had told Vinyl to pick a toy out of the box their first night together, she almost choked on her tongue when the crazy mare pulled it out with a big grin on her face.
A soft ‘plap’ brought her out of her recollections, Octavia glancing down to see that she had hilted without noticing. Glancing back up, she watched the back of the mess of blue mane as the owner buried her face in the couch. A splash of warm liquid hitting her thighs alerted Octavia to Vinyl’s first orgasm of the night.
“Already? I barely got it in.”
Pulling her head out of the couch, Vinyl looked back at Octavia, her shades askew and eyes wild. “I’ve been so horny! Please! Fuck me!”
Needing no more encouragement, Octavia pulled back, the hoof-tip leaving Vinyl’s depths with a sloppy pop before she slammed forward again, hips meeting Vinyl’s with a loud slap. Repeating the motion several times, Octavia fell into a rhythm, pulling out until the toy was yanked free and then shoving forward again to fill most of the smaller musician’s lower guts.
Just as Vinyl’s second orgasm sprayed against her hind legs, both musicians jumped as the door opened with a bang. Freezing, they looked over as a large stack of boxes came through the door, only getting to see the pony behind it as he closed the door with a hoof. Pushing the stack of boxes into the far corner, he leaned back against them before collapsing, back against the boxes with his eyes closed.
Octavia, horny as she was, couldn’t help but stare as his legs splayed out, showing off his heavy, burnt orange balls.
Seconds passed, Vinyl doing her best to hold back her groans at the throbbing sensation coming from her twitching anus, Octavia trying not to drool as she stared at the goods on display and the tired stallion falling into a light doze.
Shifting slightly, the two mares glanced at each other, trying to figure out what to do. Glancing back at the snoozing Pegasus, they watched as the heady aroma of sex in the air began to affect him, his nostrils flaring slightly as his sheath began to stir. Without opening his eyes, he brought a hoof forward, gently playing with his balls as his dick rose to full mast. Bringing his other hoof forward, he stroked his length, eyes screwed shut as he bit his lip.
Octavia and Vinyl looked at each other again, trying to silently come up with a plan for what to do. Deciding that the stallion in the corner was probably distracted enough that he wouldn’t notice, Octavia began slowly pulling Mr. Hoofington from Vinyl’s depths, the smaller mare doing her best to hold back her groans at the stimulation. Finally pulling free, both mares froze again as the tip of the hoof-shaped dildo slipped out with a loud ‘POP’.
With a jerk, the stallion’s eyes flew open, darting around the room guiltily before his eyes landed upon the two mares on the couch. The room was completely silent as his eyes went from Vinyl to Octavia to the massive strap-on between them.
“I can explain!” Echoed from all three ponies as the silence became unbearable.
Looking between each other, the silence grew heavy again until Vinyl let out a sigh. “Mic, this is my marefriend, Octavia Melody. Tavi, this is Mic Stand. He helps me with setup and take down.”
Octavia waved awkwardly as Mic just continued to stare.
“Wait.” Squinting, Mic looked up and down the grey mare. “Aren’t you that stallion that got picked?”
“Yes, though I’m not a stallion.”
Firing up her horn, Vinyl picked up the discarded plastic mustache. “I’m not actually comfortable letting a stranger fool around with my ass, so a long time ago, I had an idea. This plastic mustache has a beacon enchantment on it that the flare spell latches onto, and so every show, I’ve had my marefriend here wear it. The ‘random selection’ of a pony to sex me up after the show is all a lie to keep the audience from leaving early. Every time it’s been Octavia, wearing a different disguise with the same enchantment.”
“Huh.” Looking at the plastic mustache, Mic breathed a sigh of relief, confusing the two mares. “Oh good. I’m not actually gay then.”
The mares on the couch shared a glance.
When they turned to him with an expectant gaze, he shrunk in on himself (though the rod between his legs didn’t). “See, I was, uh, just about to jerk myself off to the thought of what I now know is your butt, Octavia, and I was worried I was jerking it to stallion ass.”
“Hey,” Vinyl grinned at him, “If you don’t tell anyone about the whole thing, I’ll let you tap that ass.”
Mic looked over to the ass in question and licked his lips. “I mean, I wasn’t going to tell anypony anyway…” Looking up to Octavia, he raised an eyebrow. “And as long as the lovely lady doesn’t mind…”
Octavia just smiled, “No flattery needed. It’s been a while since I’ve gotten anything other than toys, and what you have looks pretty good.”
Excited, Mic leapt to his hooves, licking his lips again as Octavia wiggled her hips, though he paused as he saw the strap-on wiggling beneath her. “Wait. Is that a hoof?”
Octavia turned away to hide her blush while Vinyl burst into laughter. “Yeah. That’s Mr. Hoofington.”
“I bought it forever ago as a joke. I wasn’t ever expecting to use it until Vinyl begged me to.”
Mic scrutinized it for a moment before lifting his own hoof to look at it. “I wonder if my hoof would-”
Vinyl shook her head. “Nope. Sorry. We already tried that, and I don’t like the texture of fur in there. But enough about me, don’t you have an Octy to fuck?”
“Hey! It’s not every day you see a strap-on rubber leg. I was just curious.”
“Well quit your yapping, there’s my marefriend’s ass to eat. We’re all out of lube.”
Needing no further chastisement, Mic went behind the pair, and after a moment of ogling the thiccest ass he’d ever tapped (which was a far shorter list than he’d like to admit) leaned over and began lapping away.
Sighing at the amateur rimjob, she had to admit that he was at least enthusiastic. She had to suppress a shudder though when he jammed the entire length of his tongue inside and started poking around like there was a button to press in there. “Hold on a moment.”
Mic stopped his movements, though he left his tongue inside. “Yeth?”
“Vinyl?”
Grinning wickedly, Vinyl simply raised an eyebrow.
Octavia raised an eyebrow of her own, though hers was accompanied by a slight frown. “Don’t you know a lubrication spell?”
Vinyl’s grin only widened. “Maybe.” At her marefriend’s silence she gestured back at Mic, who had decided that he might as well get back to it since the conversation didn’t seem to involve him. “Look at him go though! He wouldn’t be going to town like that if he didn’t think that was a hot ass you’ve got there!”
“Yes, Vinyl. You’ve made your point. I have a nice butt and I should stop complaining about it. Now lube him up so he can fuck it!”
“Aye aye, Captain!” Chewing her lip for a moment as she recalled the spell, Vinyl’s horn lit for a moment.
“Whoa!” Pulling his face from between Octavia’s cheeks, Mic looked down at his now glistening length.
Stepping forward, Octavia flipped Vinyl over onto her back, ass end still hanging off the couch. “I want to be able to see the cute faces you make as I rail your ass. Now give me a moment, Mic, to get this thing put back where it belongs, and then I want you to fuck me.”
Laying Mr. Hoofington on Vinyl’s stomach, Octavia marveled as the tip of the silicone behemoth slapped into the smaller white mare’s sternum. The fact that anypony could get the whole thing inside of them was still astounding to her, and the fact that the mare that could was her marefriend was the most perfect icing on that cake. Pulling back until the tip of the strap-on lined up with Vinyl’s winking ring, Octavia muttered to herself with a smile; “I am the luckiest mare.”
“Now hold on, I’m the lucky one here. What other mare can claim to have a marefriend with a big beautiful ass that will fuck them with a big rubber hoof?” Vinyl smirked as Octavia rolled her eyes, though the smirk turned into a groan as the bigger mare buried half of Mr. Hoofington into Vinyl’s ass in one stroke.
“I don’t know about that. I’m feeling pretty lucky watching two hot mares go at it, and that’s not even counting the fact that I’m supposed to be fucking one of them here in a minute.”
Glancing back at Mic, Octavia had to resist telling him how cute he looked with his eager expression, wings at full stiffness and shiny member bouncing and jumping beneath him. “Who said anything about waiting a minute. Get over here and bury that thing in me.”
Blinking, Mic looked at the two mares that were already mounted to each other. “Alright. You sure?”
“Yes, now stick that thing to the hilt in my hot confines.” Octavia’s ‘come hither’ stare fell into a frown as Vinyl started laughing.
“’Hot confines’! You really gotta stop reading that trashy clop, Octy! The only ponies that use that junk are cut-rate authors that clop off to their own smut.”
Ignoring the two bickering mares, Mic mounted Octavia’s surprisingly solid frame, wasting no time before he buried his length to the hilt in her hot confines. Taking a moment, he savored the feeling of Octy’s well-muscled walls massaging his length.
“Oooh. Okay. Just hold yourself steady there, Mic. I’m going to start.”
Brow furrowing in confusion, Mic opened his mouth to ask how they were supposed to do this when the ass he was resting against slammed forward, pulling off of his length until just the tip was left inside. Before he could do anything else, Octavia slammed her hips back, impacting his groin and enveloping his length within her clenching tunnel again. Flaring his wings for balance, Mic could only hold on as the grey mare he was riding set a rapid pace, hammering into both of her partners hard enough to turn them into moaning messes.
Pulling himself together at least enough to contribute, even if it was jerky and poorly timed, Mic looked down. Blinking, he still found it hard to believe that the incredible grey ass slamming into his hips was real. It would have been much easier to believe he had simply fallen asleep after a long day and was dreaming all of this, but he knew that his practically virgin mind couldn't possibly come up with the overwhelming sensation of Octavia’s practiced ponut dragging up and down his length, or the ripple of muscle along the entire length of her insides every time her plush cheeks pressed against his crotch.
Vinyl getting railed in the ass with a hoof shaped strap-on by her marefriend wearing a silly disguise was totally something he would dream up though.
Vinyl herself was having the time of her life. Her hind hooves held up by her ears, her beautiful marefriend was rearranging her guts, straightening them every time Mr. Hoofington barreled into her widely stretched tailhole and allowing them to relax back into shape every time her sensitive ring was tugged away from her body. Looking down her barrel, she watched the unmistakable bulge of rubber hoof beneath the thin fur of her belly. Forward and back, the bulge never went below her belly button, pausing for a moment just above it before it slammed forward, coming to a stop as it curled around a bend just beneath her ribs.
Eyes tracing further down, she craned her neck so she could watch with unrepressed awe as her ebony ring was shoved in with the mass of clear rubber, disappearing into her and leaving the white fur of her narrow butt cheeks to rub against the toy before Mr. Hoofington was pulled out. With how tightly her ponut’s ring was wrapped around the toy, her flesh had no choice but to be tugged out with it, the black flesh stretching out to its limits as it pulled the thick lips of her pussy along with. Though her tailhole itself stopped, Mr. Hoofington didn’t, continuing to pull at her insides until a hint of pink showed at the edge of the taut black skin. A heavy plap sounded out as her marefriend’s well-padded ass collided with the crotch of the stage-hand they had invited to join their fun.
Glancing between Octavia’s legs, she was just able to see the very bottom of his swaying sack. The heavy grunts and low moans that didn’t belong to the grey mare were a pretty good indicator that he was having a good time though.
Speaking of her marefriend, she watched the only barely perceptible teats not quite jiggle. Holding back a giggle, she couldn’t help but smile. While Octavia was incredibly gifted when it came to her prodigious backside, her teats were average at best. It still beat out her own though. Some days Vinyl could swear her teats were actually recessed. The one time she’d mentioned her concerns to the gray mare, Octavia had simply said that she never really liked big crotchtits, though if she wanted some, all they had to do was find somepony to knock her up and that would fill them right out. Rolling her eyes at the suggestion, she had been taken by surprise when her marefriend had picked her up and laid her across a nearby couch.
Throwing her head back, Vinyl’s train of thought was derailed as Octavia thrust extra deep with a loud plap. Opening her eyes, she was met with the concerned gaze of her marefriend.
“You were thinking about your teats again, weren’t you?”
Averting her gaze at what felt like an accusation, even though she knew it wasn’t, Vinyl could only purse her lips and nod.
“I’ve told you before, and I’ll tell you every time you need to hear it, I don’t care if they’re flat. I like my mare’s lithe and you fit that perfectly. It also helps that it means there’s nothing to hide the tail-raising bulges I can make when I shove things in that talented butt of yours.”
Looking down at the embarrassed face of her lover, Octavia repressed a sigh at the self-inflicted pain she still saw in those blood red eyes. If only Vinyl could see just how beautiful she really was. She had entire crowds practically drooling at the slim possibility of going down on her, and Octavia herself could certainly see why. While the white mare wasn’t as well padded as the mares in the magazines, what she had was distributed perfectly, leaving her slim but not thin, lithe but not skinny.
“I know I'm not supposed to be talking during this moment between you two, but I gotta be honest. I think the both of you are beautiful. Hot too. Both of you are way out of my league.” Readjusting his weight as Octavia stopped her thrusting in embarrassment, he continued. “Octavia, I've been to a couple of your shows with my old marefriend, and the way you carry yourself on stage is awe inspiring. When you've got that cello in front of you, you have this power that I could never hope to match. On top of that, you've got one of the nicest asses I've ever seen. It’s not the biggest or the bounciest or the firmest but it’s easily the most finely sculpted, and there’s enough substance to the rest of you to make it not look out of place.”
Blushing, Octavia did the best she could to hide behind her mane from the pony with their dick in her butt. “You’re just saying that to be nice.”
“No. I’m not.” Giving the plump ass beneath him a gentle smack. “Lady, I worked as a lighting rigger for a porn studio. I can still say with confidence that you’ve got the best ass I've ever seen, let alone had a go at.”
Leaning forward to look over Octavia’s shoulder, he caught Vinyl’s eye. “Vinyl, I really wish I was as passionate about what I do as you are. When you’re on that stage, you own it. When I see you up there, I see a mare that is doing what they love and having a hell of a time with it. Not only that, but you have an entire crowd of ponies that wouldn’t hesitate if you told them you wanted one of them to stand behind you on stage and eat your ass. And I gotta say, I’d happily do the same. Knowing that your tight butt, which I have to admit I’ve fapped to before, can casually fit that monstrosity in it is incredibly hot. That is dedication, and I will definitely fap to that later.”
Vinyl simply raised her eyebrow. “Flattering.”
“I’m just calling it as I see it. I would have called myself lucky to have been allowed to watch you two go at it. Actually, being allowed to join the hottest thing I've ever seen is a dream come true.”
Having gotten over her embarrassment now that the complements were directed away from her, Octavia looked back with a sly smile. “Now hold it there Casanova. Let’s at least get you to finish before you propose.”
Vinyl grinned. “You planning on getting hitched to some strange stallion behind my back?”
“Hardly. We’re in front of you at the moment.” Octavia giggled as she dodged Vinyl’s playful swat.
“You know what I oof-”
Grinning as she pulled Mr. Hoofington back out of Vinyl, Octavia giggled. “I’m sorry Vinyl, what was ooo~”
Vinyl’s magic still wrapped around his butt, Mic tried to keep his balance after having been shoved forward into Octavia’s plump ass. Bracing himself against the grey mare’s withers as his wings flared to keep himself steady, he heard her mutter ‘rough it is’.
With a smack, Octavia's plump hips suddenly met Vinyl’s slim ones. Slamming back into Mic’s crotch, he had to flap wildly for a moment to keep his balance. Barely giving him enough time to recover, she pulled off of him again, slamming straps deep into Vinyl ass.
It was all Mic could do to stay upright, hanging on for dear life as the mare underneath him bucked wildly. It was almost enough to distract him from the sensation of her well-muscled walls that were still expertly gripping and pulling at his shaft even at the wild pace Octavia had set. Eyes starting to cross with the effort, he did his best to hold back his rapidly approaching orgasm as he tried his hardest to not fall off.
Underneath the grey mare, Vinyl was having the time of her life. Her glasses askew, eyes rolled into the back of her head and tongue lolled out the side of her mouth, she was riding the high of orgasm after orgasm, unable to do much more than spasm weakly as Octavia so thoroughly rearranged her guts. If she had the presence of mind to look, she would have been incredibly aroused to watch more and more of her pink insides were pulled out by Mr. Hoofington as her battered ponut slowly lost its grip.
Octavia herself was quickly approaching her own orgasm, her marefriend’s haggard moans doing more to drive her there than the dick slamming in and out of her sensitive ring, though as Mic’s tip hit a sensitive spot deep inside her, she had to admit that it helped. Looking down at her practically catatonic marefriend as she feebly came once again, adoring the goofy grin on her face as her shades slipped farther out of place, she was caught by surprise as Mic collapsed on her back just as she hilted Mr. Hoofington in Vinyl. She was so close to orgasm, and so preoccupied with her marefriend’s enjoyment that she hadn’t even thought of Mic’s orgasm, though now that it was here it was impossible to miss.
Collapsed as he was, gravity had pushed his dick just that little bit deeper, hitting a new spot deep within Octavia as his tip rapidly flared. The grey mare couldn’t help but gasp as the flare within her guts continued to expand, far larger than anything she’d ever put up there. The feeling of warmth racing up her guts as cum flooded her insides pushed her over the edge, the powerful muscles lining her rectum squeezing every last drop of cum from Mic’s engorged length.
When Mic had first started to cum, his abnormally large flare locking deep within the jaw dropping mare beneath him, he had thought he’d reached perfect ecstasy. When Octavia came though, her strong walls milking him from sheath to flare even as she let out the most melodic, ball dropping moan he’d ever heard, his fading orgasm returned with a vengeance, even stronger than before as he was borne up upon waves of bliss he’d never even dreamed of. Finally coming down from his double orgasm induced high, the poetic choirs of angels fading from the edges of his vision, he squawked as the glorious ass he was resting on fell out from beneath him, the trio toppling off the couch and landing in a heap of limbs as Octavia’s earth pony strength finally gave out.
Brought down from her own orgasmic high by the sudden transition to the floor, Vinyl slowly regained her senses. The tip of Mr. Hoofington pressed up against her diaphragm combined with the somewhat substantial weight of her marefriend pressing down on her stomach usually made it a little hard to catch her breath after an intense session, but something was different this time. Struggling to get her tired brain to cooperate Vinyl managed to crack an eye, though the blurry shade of orange that filled her vision wasn’t giving her any clues. Blinking, she worked to get her eye to focus, though she figured out what the soft, gently twitching thing laying across her muzzle was as the image of a hole slowly resolved.
Content to simply lay there as his spent rod softly twitched in the cool air, a string of thick cum dribbling out of the tip, Mic twitched as the tingling of magic enveloped his balls. Feeling them lifted, he heard a light gasp from somewhere in the area before a wash of warm air enveloped his drained sack.
“Hey Octy, you wanna get your fiancé off of me before he finishes his evil plot to suffocate me with his balls?”
“In a moment. It feels like I just had a dinner plate yanked out of my plot.”
“Sorry.”
The trio rested in silence for another minute, each trying to catch their breath.
Getting bored of just sitting, Vinyl started to examine the ball sack she was still holding up. “You know, if I was more into stallions and less into Octavia, I’d be pretty impressed by the set you’ve got here. They’ve got some heft to them.”
Blushing, Mic drew in on himself a little. “Honestly, they’re a little annoying at times, what with how they dangle around beneath me when I’m flying.”
Vinyl smirked, giving the pair a gentle tug. “I might have to pay a bit more attention next time we set up then. I didn’t realize you were starting the show early.”
With a small grimace, Mic sat up, shuffling his way out of the pile to sit up against the couch. “They’re not that great. Way smaller than my brother’s. Something he never lets me forget with how he does his tail.”
Lifting her head to look Mic in the eye, and noticing that her glasses had gone missing, Vinyl stared him down. “Hey now. You gave such a good pep talk about my skinny flanks earlier, so now it’s my turn. I’m not super into dicks, or stallions really. They’re alright, the dicks that is, but I don’t like the really big, obnoxiously sized ones. They're kinda gross when they get that big.” Using her magic to spread Mic’s legs, she gently lifted his balls. “See these? These are about right. Not so big that they’re gross and make the stallion walk with that stupid swagger, but big enough that I can appreciate them. And they seem to do their job well enough, considering that I can feel your stuff dripping out of Octy onto my leg.”
Octavia picked up her head too, looking over at Mic’s floating sack. “I concur. Plenty big enough to slap against my clit while you rode me, and plenty productive enough to fill me just the way I like it, yet nothing obscene. If anything, I might have to attend the setup for one of Vinyl’s shows if you’re going to be setting up.”
Leaving Mic to stammer in embarrassment, Octavia carefully got onto her hooves. Standing up slowly, all eyes in the room were locked onto Mr. Hoofington as the silicone leg was pulled from Vinyl’s depths, a hint of pink flesh being dragged out by the friction. With a schlorp and a pop, the tip of the rubber hoof was pulled free, leaving the entrance to Vinyl’s interior hanging loose and empty.
“Wow. I’ve never seen anything like that before.”
Vinyl turned to him with a raised eyebrow. “Didn’t you say you worked in the porn industry before?”
Eyes still locked onto her twitching black hole; Mic nodded. “Yeah, we had gapes all the time. Had a whole issue dedicated to them once. I’ve never seen one that wide before though. Most of the ones they were getting could barely fit a pencil. The best one I’ve seen before could have maybe fit my dick without touching the sides. What you’ve got there is incredible.”
Vinyl blinked. “Huh. Mine does this all the time after Octy’s done with it.” Looking at Mic’s starstruck expression, she smirked. “Did you want to get a closer look?”
Without waiting for an answer, Vinyl rolled onto her hooves, standing up and then thrusting her plot in Mic’s face.
Mic’s vision was filled with a view he’d never seen before, though he sure wouldn’t mind looking at it for the rest of his life. With his muzzle brushing up against her damp black lips, he was treated to the sight of her gaping black ring and everything that lay beyond. The ring itself had been drawn thin, shaped by the contours of her slim butt and her dock pressing down into an inverted triangle, though it was still plenty wide enough that even in the dim light of the storage closet, he could see everything. At the edges of her ponut, the pitch-black skin transitioned into a deep pink, the folds of her rectum threatening to protrude out. Past the wrinkles, the meaty tube smoothed out, forcing him to remember all the way back to high school anatomy class to come up with the name of the sigmoid colon, though he was sure it was supposed to bend there. Wherever it was supposed to go, Mr. Hoofington had done its job of straightening everything out, allowing Mic to see as far as the light penetrated.
“Fascinating. I’ve never seen a stallion get aroused again that quickly before, though I don’t blame you in the slightest. I’ve spent many a night looking into Vinyl’s tail end. It’s quite the sight, I must admit.” Reaching back, Octavia deftly unbuckled the straps holding Mr. Hoofington on, dumping it next to her cello case. “Now just what are we supposed to do about your little ‘issue’, hmm?” Pulling the stallion out from under Vinyl’s ass, she flopped him into a sitting position on the couch. His equipment now more accessible, she pressed her nose into the patch of flesh just between his achingly hard shaft and rapidly refilling balls. Tongue flicking out to lap at the heavy orbs, she hummed contentedly into his sheath.
Mic’s breath hitched in his throat, his mind still caught up with the unforgettable sight of Vinyl’s ruined hole even as it was overloaded with the sensation of Octavia’s tongue bathing his entire sack with her spit. Shuddering as the tongue finished with his balls, it slowly traced its way up his shaft to swirl around his oversensitive head, lapping the final drops of his last orgasm directly from the source. Eyes rolling into the back of his head, he almost missed the telltale twinkling sound of magic. Curiosity outweighing sensation, he focused just enough to see that Vinyl had moved, the mare in question standing next to the cello case.
Right as he was about to ask what she was doing, she silently hushed him, a conspiratorial grin sliding across her features. Grunting slightly as Octavia’s lips wrapped around the tip of his shaft, he watched as Mr. Hoofington lifted off the floor, rose colored magic deftly cleaning off the dust and reapplying lubricant.
Humming as she worked, completely oblivious to what was going on behind her, Octavia focused on getting more of Mic’s shaft into her mouth. Gagging slightly as his flat tip bumped into the back of her throat, she put her rusty skills to use, swallowing him down in one continuous movement until her snoot bumped into his sheath.
Mic almost came then and there. Even with all his time in the porn industry, he’d never actually been deepthroated. He’d honestly never seen the appeal until now, but the way Octavia’s throat spasmed around the back of his flare, continuously pulling him deeper as she reflexively swallowed around him was definitely nice. The only thing it was missing was the tight grip of her ring around the base of his dick that tickled the little part of his brain that said ‘balls deep’, though the way her tongue worked the bottom of his shaft was pretty nice.
Realizing he’d almost lost himself too soon, he tried his best to think about anything except the sensations coming from his groin. Focusing on Vinyl again, he saw her fumbling with the buckles, adjusting Mr. Hoofington’s straps to fit around her much slimmer butt. Conspiratorially winking at Mic, Vinyl tip-hoofed up to Octavia’s gently swaying rear.
Octavia popped off his dick with an indignant whinny as Vinyl mounted her. “Vinyl, what are you-OH!”
Giving her marefriend a second to adjust to the massive tip of Mr. Hoofington in her butt, Vinyl smiled. “See Octy! All that anal you’ve been doing lately paid off, you can fit this thing in you!”
Taking a few deep breaths, Octavia frowned at the mare on her back. “I would have appreciated a bit of warning.”
“But then you would have gone all clenchy on me and it would have never fit.” Rocking her hips forward, Vinyl slipped another inch inside.
Octavia wiggled her butt a bit, still trying to get used to the feeling of something so large sliding deeper into her rectum. “Still, it’s the principal of the thing.”
Ignoring the grey mare’s weak protests, Vinyl worked another inch in. “Are you just going to leave your coltfriend hanging, or should I say, ‘pointing’?”
Octavia grumbled something along the lines of ‘not my coltfriend’ before turning back to look at Mic. “I apologize for stopping; I know you were close.”
“No no, it’s okay. I was honestly worried about going off too early.” Smirking a bit, Mic couldn’t help but add, “Besides, this just means I get to have a hot mare suck my dick some more.”
Rolling her eyes, Octavia wrapped her lips around his tip a moment before Vinyl decided to slip a couple more inches in. Moaning loudly around Mic’s tip, her taut grey ring clenched hard against the massive toy in her ass as it mashed against something deep within her that had only been touched before. In less than a second, she went from somewhat turned on to cumming, splattering Vinyl’s legs with her juices.
“Dear Celestia, Octy! I think I found your button!” Pulling out a bit so she could ram in again, Vinyl chuckled as Octavia’s front end collapsed, her muzzle ending up pressed into the base of Mic’s sheath, her tongue lolling out to flop against his balls. “Yup. There it is. Gonna have to keep that one in mind.”
“What did you do to her? I’m about to cum just from the faces she’s making!”
“I did this.” Pulling out a ways this time, Vinyl slammed forward, Mr. Hoofington sliding smoothly in until it hit some impassible barrier deep within.
Octavia could do nothing but gargle around the dick in her throat as her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her clit winking rapidly against the cool air of the room and her battered ponut clenching fruitlessly against the invading rod of silicone. To make matters worse, Mic held true to his promise, his tip swelling massively in her throat, blocking off her air supply before firing load after load into her stomach. Completely overloaded, her brain shut down, the world fading to black as she collapsed.
The breath hitched in Mic’s throat as teeth scraped past his sensitive flare, though his own pain was forgotten once he realized what had happened. “Octavia!”
The grey mare, who’s ass end was still held up by the object lodged in it, groaned as her brain rebooted.
“Holy fuck, Octy! I don’t think I’ve ever made you cum hard enough to pass out before!” Easing the rubber hoof out of her marefriend’s abused hole, Vinyl caught her before she could fall and gently rolled her onto her side. “I am so totally using this on you again.”
“Is she going to be okay?”
“Yeah. She’s fucked me into a blackout a couple of times. You just gotta give her a minute to figure out which way is up again.” Unbuckling the strap-on, she tossed it in the direction of the cello case.
Octavia blearily lifted her head, her eyes slightly unfocused as she stared at her own ass. “Buck…”
“That good, huh?” Vinyl’s eyes lit up as she spotted something “Holy- Mic, you gotta come see this.”
His slightly sore dick finally resheathed, Mic stumbled off the couch. “What?”
Lighting her horn to flip Octavia’s tail out of the way, Vinyl gestured to the hole just beneath it. “If you thought my gape was good…”
“Holy Mother of the Moon Goddess’s plot…”
Octavia’s tailhole was a sight to behold. Vinyl’s gape had been (and still was) impressive, but the pliable nature of her well-used ponut meant that it sloppily sagged, her rectum threatening to spill out at any moment. In contrast, Octavia’s dark grey ring was a near-perfect circle, the thick band of muscle beautifully framing the straight tube of flesh leading into her depths. Even as they watched, the ring twitched and flexed, the hole in the center nearly disappearing until the muscle relaxed again, the wonders of her insides revealed again.
“No offense, Vinyl, but that is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
“No no, I’m with you on this.”
As they stared, a dribble of the cum he had left deep within her reappeared, slowly flowing out of the darkness of her depths to drip onto the floor.
“I am going to jerk off so many timed to this.”
“Oh same.” Noticing movement out of the corner of her eye, Vinyl turned to see that Mic’s dick was getting hard again. “You really like gaped ponuts, don’t you?”
Mic didn’t look away from the slowly closing ring as he answered without hesitation. “Yeah. I liked ‘em before but after today it’s easily my favorite fetish. It’s just too bad no porno mag is ever going to compare with what I’ve seen today.”
Grinning lecherously, Vinyl stepped right up next to him and whispered in his ear. “You’re one of my roadies, I’m sure Octy and I wouldn’t mind giving you plenty of opportunities to see some more. Heck, Mr. Hoofington isn’t really enough for me anymore. If you were wearing it, I’m sure we could get both to fit~” Vinyl giggled as she heard his erection slap his belly. “Not tonight though; I’m way too sore from Octy wrecking me. Tonight, I want to get a better look at those balls.”
Finally tearing his gaze away from Octavia’s plot, he looked at Vinyl questioningly. “Wait, I thought you didn’t like stallions.”
“I don’t usually find stallions or mares that hot. I’d personally describe myself as Octysexual. It’s not like I dislike looking at other ponies’ junk, I’m just usually not all that interested. However, you’ve got my interest, colt, and I want to get a closer look at the things responsible for the stuff that’s currently dribbling out both of my marefriend’s ends. You got another round in you?”
Mic nodded hesitantly. “Yeah, though I’m sensitive enough at the moment that I’m probably not even going to last a minute and when I do cum it’s not going to be very much.”
“All I got from that is ‘yes’ so stop excusing at me and let me play with your nuts! I want you to paint my marefriend’s flank with your cum!”
“Well, I’m going to have to stand over her so I can dribble the few drops I’ve got left over her cutie mark,” Mic responded dryly. He yipped as Vinyl telekinetically shoved him so he was standing over the still woozy cellist.
“Better? Good. Now get your tail out of the way so I can get a good look at these.” As soon as her demand was met, she lit up her horn and gently took hold of his dangling sack.
Reaching around with a wing, he wrapped his dexterous feathers around his shaft and started to gently stroke up and down his length.
Octavia propped her head up to watch him work. “How do you do that? With your wings, I mean.”
Mic chuckled nervously, though he had to hold back a groan as Vinyl gently tugged on his balls. “Lotta practice. So much practice. An honestly embarrassing amount of practice. It’s one reason I actually got a job as a stagehand. There’s loads of fiddly wingnuts and cables and straps and such in this business and I have higher than average feather dexterity cause I spent so much time, uh, feathering myself.”
Vinyl gave his balls a firm tug. “Hey, no talking shop. You’re supposed to be cumming on my marefriend.”
Mic gasped as his sensitive orbs got yanked, his dick almost jumping out of his feathers at the stimulation. “Yes boss!”
The horny mare grinned. “Ooo, boss! I like that! You keep calling me boss and I might just be tempted to…” Leaning forward, she gave a long lick up the cleft between his nuts.
“Oh, stop teasing the poor colt, Vinyl.” Octavia tried her best to give a disappointed glare between Mic’s legs, though the dick he was vigorously stroking between them ruined the effect. “We all know who’s the bottom in the room.”
Ignoring the grey mare, Vinyl occupied herself with trying to fit one of the low hanging fruit in her mouth.
With a pop, Mic’s eyes rolled back as one of his balls suddenly found itself somewhere very warm and wet.
Octavia’s eyes grew wide as she watched his flare swell to the size of a small plate, honestly surprised that she’d fit that thing in her. Maybe that was why Mr. Hoofington had fit.
Vinyl felt the orb in her mouth twitch once, twice, before it started rhythmically pulsing in orgasm, something she didn’t expect to find as arousing as she did. Maybe she’d have to play with a stallion’s balls more often.
Even with all the stimulation he was receiving from behind, Mic was spent. As he predicted, a couple of little dribbles landed on the purple treble clef before his dick simply throbbed in the air.
“Congratulations, Vinyl. You managed to drain my stallion completely dry.”
There was a distinct popping sound, followed by “Your stallion?”
“I believe you referred to him as my fiancé at some point.”
“Uh-uh. You don’t get him all to yourself!”
Ignoring the bickering mares, too tired to do much else, Mic simply collapsed where he stood, flopping over onto his side on the dusty floor. Moments later, a strong set of legs pulled him into their warm embrace. His ears picked up something about ‘tuckered out’ but he was past caring. Just as he was about to drift off, a second warmth snuggled up to him from behind, though this warmth was attached to something louder. Content, he drifted off.
Soon, the bickering quieted down and the other two joined him, a trio of gentle snores sounding well into the morning.