High Note
I sat upon an ornate mahogany chair, posture perfect, as I played a soft, unobtrusive song on my cello. All of my focus was placed in the movement of my fingers, the back-and-forth of the bow across the strings. The hustle and bustle of the five star restaurant around me, waiters and high-class clientele alike went ignored, along with every other… physical sensation, my body devoted to my craft. While not as glamorous as playing in the Canterlot Orchestra or in an opera hall, music was still music, and so long as I was playing for others who appreciated my craft, I was happy.
Switching from piece to piece throughout the evening, time flew by as I exercised my talents. Soon, the sun had set, and the diners began to depart one table after another until the establishment closed. After one final note, I carefully stowed my prized instrument and stood. After collecting my bits from the tipping hat and my pay from the manager, I departed out the front door, my black high heels - as much a trademark as my bow tie - clicking on the tile.
Outside, I was met with not only the cool night air, but my marefriend, leaning against the wall with casual ease. “Yo, Tavi!” She waved once, leaving her hand up.
I couldn’t help but grin. Say what you will about opposites attracting, but there was something about the mare I still found difficult to resist. A wild charisma nopony else in my life had. “Hello, Vinyl sweetheart.”
“Everything go well?” she asked, hooking her thumbs through the loops in her pre-ripped jeans. Her entire outfit was very ‘punk’, with a pleather jacket, chain necklace, and just barely not profane t-shirt. Even in the darkness, she wore her shades. This was in contrast to my own formal blazer and pencil skirt.
“Of course,” I nodded, stepping to within arm’s length. “So, what exactly is this surprise you have planned for us?” I asked. “I must say, I’m still rather shocked you canceled your Friday gig for this.”
“It’ll be worth it, babe, trust me,” Vinyl assured, closing the distance to wrap her arm around my waist and plant a kiss on my cheek, careful to avoid disturbing my cello. “Now come on, there’s no time to lose!”
With that, she took my hand and broke out into a jog, nearly making me trip. “Vinyl!” I protested, managing to keep my balance as we careened at an inelegant pace down the street.
Vinyl just laughed, though, and continued to pull me along. After an indignant huff, I managed to calm back down a bit, going with the flow. At least, I was, until it became apparent where she was taking me.
“The train station?” I objected, ears folding down. “But I don’t have my traveling things! My toiletry bag, makeup, changes of clothes!”
“You’ll be fine, it’s just a day trip,” Vinyl insisted. “Besides, there was no time. We’re nearly gonna miss our train as is!”
Of course. Even when she had everything scheduled in advance it still felt like she was winging it. Classic Vinyl. Sighing, I allowed myself to be whisked along, my attention on ensuring my cello case didn’t bump into anything as Vinyl dragged me into one of the trains and handed two tickets to the conductor.
Vinyl sighed in relief. “Alright, made it.”
I let go of her hand and straightened my tie. “That we did. Though after such an ordeal I pray for your sake that wherever you’re shepherding me is quite special,” I quipped.
Barking out a laugh, she said “It will be, promise! Trust me.” Lowering her shades down her muzzle, she winked up at me.
Smiling, I shook my head as she took us to an unoccupied pair of plush seats, comfortable enough to sleep in. Vinyl would probably be awake for a while yet, but her sweet nothings in my ear combined with the white noise of the train in motion lulled me to sleep within the hour.
When we arrived at our destination, I was in a good mood, all things considered. My tail was a bit cramped from being wedged into the chair, but other than that, I was excited to finally see what Vinyl had planned.
Until I saw exactly where she had taken me. Then I began to panic.
“Ta-dah!” Vinyl exclaimed, gesturing to the large sign which proclaimed ‘Welcome to Detrot’ and notably nothing else. In the distance, most of the buildings not in the immediate vicinity of the platform were in states of significant disrepair, and the ponies themselves carried an obvious air of ennui.
Keeping my face carefully schooled into a neutral expression even as my heart was racing, I managed to speak. “Detrot? I’ve not heard very many pleasant things about this city. Do you have family here, perhaps?” Please be that, please be that, please be—
“Nope!” sliding next to me, mischief in her eyes, she purred into my ear. “This will not be family-friendly.”
I gulped. That was exactly what I was afraid of. I knew what was coming, and while I very much did not want this to happen, there was a part of me, buried deeply, which very much did. Thus conflicted, I couldn’t find the words to reply.
Vinyl had to bat me with her tail to grab my attention again. She was looking to me with concern. “Guessing you’ve figured it out, huh? Look, I was just trying to kick things up a notch finally, but if the idea makes you uncomfortable, we don’t have to go see it, alright?”
Oh Celestia how to broach this. “It’s just… I… um…”
Turning to face me straight on, Vinyl ran a hand through her mane sheepishly. “Look, I know you’ve been dancing around the subject of sex since we started dating a while ago, but you never actually said it was completely off the table, Tavi, so I figured we could just use an extra spark, right?” Here she smiled. “Really, I’ve wanted to connect with you like this for a while. Also I already paid for the hotel.”
Dammit, how could I still say no to my cute, earnest marefriend in a time like this? I took a long, deep breath. “Fine, Vinyl. Let’s go before I change my mind.”
At this, Vinyl’s eyes shone with joy. Beaming wordlessly, she dragged me off again, off into Detrot proper. After a quick breakfast at a mediocre diner which was thankfully only filthy on the outside, we made our way over to the only real reason anypony had to visit the city.
I smelled it before I saw it, a heady musk which utterly drowned out Detrot’s unpleasant, trashy background, positively oozing sex to a ridiculous degree. Heavens, had it always been like that?
Next to her, Vinyl gulped. “Oh, damn. Photos definitely do not do it justice.”
“I suppose,” I said, tone clipped, limbs stiff. The sensations were getting more difficult to ignore now.
After rounding a corner and walking a few more blocks, we arrived. Before us loomed the lewdest tourist attraction in Equestria. At its sight in the flesh, Vinyl could only stare with her mouth agape. The Goliath.
The Goliath was a penis. The world’s largest penis, a horsecock of unparalleled size and virility. I would not have named it that, but I could admit it was worthy. Its dark gray length was longer than a hoofball field, and its girth was such that it overshadowed two-story buildings. The balls accompanying it were over twice as high, and the entire package throbbed with heat. At the moment, Vinyl and I were at its side, shadowed by the medial ring.
I bit my lip. I hadn’t realized it was quite that massive.
“Holy shit,” Vinyl began, matter-of-factly. “I thought I was mentally prepared for this. I was not. How can a cock that big even be real?” Her stare bounced between the gargantuan dick before her and my face, studying my own reaction.
“H-How indeed?” I managed, my heartbeat accelerating further. Would she notice?
“Let’s go get closer.” Vinyl wrapped her arm around me, and we proceeded slowly towards the Goliath.
Many other ponies were basking in its erotic majesty, caressing what little they could reach of its turgid surface. Others were openly masturbating through their clothes, or even fucking right in the open. Some pegasi were doing so from atop it. The only obviously unaroused ponies present were a few security ponies about, likely inured to the sight. I, for one, was very grateful they kept the Goliath protected.
Vinyl was clearly intent on immediately rushing over and indulging herself, her stride lengthening. However, I still needed to prepare myself! Searching for some excuse, I tugged her to a stop in front of an informational sign. “Don’t you want to learn about its history?” I asked, voice tight.
Grunting in annoyance, my marefriend nonetheless acquiesced, and we stopped to read.
Originally, the Goliath was one of many cocks sent to be serviced at the licensed backroom gloryhole of the Good Times bar on Pastern Street in the year 989. This period was just when enchanted ‘wormhole’ undergarments had become cheap enough to see mainstream use.
However, the Goliath grew rapidly with each orgasm, quickly surpassing the size of even Princess Celestia’s much-lauded penis. Within a few weeks, it became too enormous to fit indoors, whereupon the Detrot Tourism Board and Mayor Smoke allowed it to be moved outdoors to its current home in Smoke Park.
The Goliath, so named by its many fans, has continued to grow ever since, though at a significantly reduced pace. To date, the pony to whom it belongs is unknown, though there is much speculation. All claims so far have been proven false.
“Oh, neat, forgot this monster’s been around since we were teenagers,” Vinyl noted, apparently also having finished reading. “But enough waiting!” she suddenly exclaimed, breaking free of my fingers and dashing under the shadowed curve of the meaty beast.
Frozen in place, I knew watching was a bad idea, and yet my eyes found themselves drawn to Vinyl reflexively. Slowly, she reached out with both palms, finding purchase on the hot, hard surface.
Hanging back, my teeth ground against eachother behind pursed lips as Vinyl began to rub the Goliath back and forth reverently. At the same time, her legs visibly wobbled, and her tail hiked upwards. “Woah. It’s so warm. I could stay here all day, but I don’t think I could last. Like, I’m fucking sopping wet right now.”
Goodness. If she says things like that in front of me now, I’ll—
As I held in a moan, the Goliath twitched. Given its ludicrous scale, this meant a pulse of blood rippling down hundreds of feet of flesh. Vinyl and any other ponies next to it were knocked back on their asses as its girth briefly expanded by five feet before returning to normal. At the same time, its intoxicating smell somehow grew even stronger.
Yelping when her butt hit the ground, Vinyl needed a moment to compose herself.
“Be careful,” I insisted, helping her stand. “Maybe it’s best you don’t t-touch it?” I added, pleading.
Still partially entranced, it took a beat for Vinyl to shake her head and respond. “R-Right,” she said, frowning slightly. “Weird, it wasn’t doing that before.”
Weird indeed. Clearing my throat, I made a suggestion. “Why don’t we go somewhere else now, sweetheart?”
This prompted my marefriend to smirk and waggle her eyebrows as she leaned in close, our chests nearly touching. “Like where? The love hotel?”
“L-Love hotel?” I repeated. Shit, shit, shit, I wasn’t ready!
Noticing the alarm which surely showed on my face, Vinyl pulled away. “Mmm, no, you’re right, it’s too soon for that. We haven’t even seen the ballsack yet. Or the glans! Let’s go!”
Ignoring my stuttered protests, she strode off, and I had no choice but to follow. It took a few minutes for Vinyl and me to walk the large distance from our previous spot to the business end of the Goliath.
Here, one had to tilt their gaze high to behold the full breadth of its flat head. It also became clear that it was positioned in a manner akin to a pony lying on their back, as the gaping, cavernous urethra was high in the air, continuously disgorging a waterfall of pre, the gooey liquid thumping into the ground with a deep splatting noise. In front of the cockhead was a vast pool of pungent semen, accumulated over the years. Some ponies were actually scooping up globs of the stuff to taste, while others literally bathed in it.
Vinyl whistled in approval. “That sure is my kind of lake! I wonder just how deep it is…” she trailed off, already approaching its banks and silently beckoning me to follow.
Not wanting my cello anywhere near the sloppy mess, I reluctantly handed it off to one of the security ponies for temporary safekeeping before running after Vinyl. Reckless as always, she completely ignored the posted warning sign:
CAUTION
Ejacu Lake is difficult to swim in. Remain close to the edge to avoid becoming stuck.
The City of Detrot is not liable for any pregnancies which may result from entering.
I blushed furiously, the breath leaving my lungs. Before I could so much as utter a syllable, Vinyl had already leapt into the cum, not even bothering to remove her clothes, which would likely have been ruined regardless.
Soon, the white-coated mare was even more so, plastered up to her chin in jizz and luxuriating in the experience. “Ah, that’s niiiice. Warm and snug and sexy as hell. Almost wanna drop everything and just spend the whole day jilling off in here. Come on, Tavi, live a little! Take a dip!”
However, I couldn’t reply, as my thoughts were still spiraling around the implications of her actions. My Vinyl, pregnant with—
Another, more intense throb rocked the Goliath, letting loose a torrent of pre into the lake. I panted in restrained need, desperately clinging to decorum. Thankfully it was difficult to notice one’s toes curling in heels.
Unfortunately, this didn’t matter to a pony who’d known me as long as Vinyl had. Rather than the mammoth penis, she was now staring at me with an atypically studious glint in her eyes. Gears turning, she studied my face, then the Goliah, its color matching mine, then me again, then back to the Goliath, before at last settling on my own eyes. Her jaw fell open.
Celestia, my life was over. She figured it out. I could do nothing but bury my beet-red face in my hands and await the long-dreaded, now inevitable conversation.
Though it was probably only like thirty seconds, it felt like an eternity before Vinyl exited the lake of cum and approached me, a sizable coating of semen still clinging to her all over as she left a trail of sticky footprints.
“So, uh,” Vinyl began, her voice barely audible. She tentatively extended a hand, but I lowered mine, and she stopped. “Pretty sure it’s a formality at this point, but I have to ask. This… this is your cock, isn’t it?”
Breathe in, hold, breathe out. “Yes,” I whispered. “My blessing and my curse.”
And so my secret was out. The part of me which couldn’t object earlier now deflated, unburdened at last. I knew Vinyl wouldn’t hate me, but this would nonetheless color our relationship moving forward; nothing would ever be the same again.
“Holy shit it all makes sense now,” Vinyl uttered, eyes wide, studying me in a new light. “No wonder you were so reluctant to… you know.”
I could only nod mutely.
“Also, oof, everything I’ve done in the past, like, hour is super fucking awkward now,” she admitted, having the uncommon courtesy to appear bashful. Which, given that my cum was still slowly oozing off her body, was rather impressive. “You wanna talk about it? About us?”
After a long pause, I cleared my throat. “N-Not here. You mentioned a hotel?”
The aptly named Rooster’s View love hotel was situated atop a hill a good ways away from my member, allowing guests a prime viewing experience from the perfect distance. The large exterior window was a one-way mirror, ensuring privacy, and a second mirror on the opposite wall reflected it. It was also thoroughly soundproofed for obvious reasons, so we could speak freely and my shameful secret would remain between us.
I glanced around fitfully at the decor, waiting for Vinyl. She was in the shower cleaning herself off, and the pitter patter of the water made for the only sound in the space besides my own heartbeat. The room Vinyl had rented for us was minimally decorated, with a plush white bed and little else. The better for focusing on your partner, I supposed.
Soon, Vinyl emerged, her mane and tail still wet and matted as she sat on the bed next to me wearing nothing but a fluffy red bathrobe. As usual, she was the one to break the silence. “Alright, my Melody, what’s the story? Er, if you’re comfortable sharing, that is.”
Her tone, far more gentle than I expected, put me at ease. Sliding a hand along the sheets, hers met mine halfway between us, holding tight. Our eyes, too, met. “Well,” I began, “it all started simply, probably as you’re imagining. I was born with both sets of equipment, and when puberty hit, I began to have urges. I heard that it felt better having another tend to you, so I bought a pair of warp panties linked to a gloryhole.”
Listening intently, Vinyl urged me to continue with a squeeze of my hand. “And I was right. It felt spectacular. So spectacular, I somehow began to grow. At first, it was only a few inches. But in short order, my testicles were so large I couldn’t take the panties off completely anymore. I panicked, until I realized it was probably for the best I wasn’t walking around school with a cock larger than my body. Though for a while I had to skip class due to the frequent stimulation.”
“Damn, yeah, that sounds really freaking inconvenient, actually,” Vinyl noted.
I sighed, shrugging. “Believe me, it was, until my penis started to get really big. With more area to cover, ponies’ ministrations became less effective in, *ehem*, getting me off. Eventually, I trained myself to mostly tune it out. If I wanted to make it in high society as a classical musician, I had to remain composed, professional. Therefore, I simply stopped tending to myself in that way altogether. Haven’t masturbated in over eight years. What you saw earlier was actually just minor leakage from dreams of a certain nature.
“Then, I met you, and here we are,” I finished.
There was a beat of silence. “Oh, Tavi, you poor thing!” Vinyl exclaimed, collapsing into my side and wrapping her arms around me. “I had no idea! This is such a terrible position for anypony to be in, let alone my marefriend! I feel partially responsible.”
Flush at the contact, I blinked into her captivating crimson eyes, scant inches away. “How so? It’s not your fault I ended up as a tourist attraction. And I’m still anonymous, regardless.”
“Not that!” she rebutted, disappointed. “The part where you haven’t been able to get off properly in ages! It’s totally unhealthy to keep holding back like this!”
Before I could object, Vinyl pressed her mouth against mine for a passionate kiss. It was so sudden I found myself unable to resist as her soft lips pried mine apart, making way for her warm breath to caress my throat as her tongue danced around its counterpart.
When she finally broke the kiss, I was most thoroughly at her mercy, my body hot where her fingertips brushed against the back of my neck. It was not our first kiss, but oh Celestia it was by far the least chaste.
“I’ve decided,” Vinyl declared, one shoulder of her robe slipping dangerously low as she rose to face me, straight on. There was a musical huskiness in her voice now, one I’d never had the pleasure of hearing previously. “Today, we’re making up for lost time. Tavi, love of my life, I am going to positively ravish you, and I’m not taking no for an answer.”
Just then, I’m fairly certain my heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t move, could only choke out half-syllables as Vinyl began unbuttoning my jacket and the blouse beneath, one button at a time, nibbling on my ear as she did.
It was all too much. In the distance, my Goliath stiffened and lurched. “D-Don’t. Who knows how much I’ll actually produce now? And what if I can’t—”
But it was ultimately a token objection. I was making excuses; Vinyl had no idea how long I’d desperately wished that we could make love, bound as I was by the potential consequences, the fear of losing myself.
Breaking away, Vinyl pressed a single finger to my lips, my words cutting off with a squeak. “Don’t worry your pretty head about a thing. Princess Twilight will deal with any collateral damage like always, and I’m sure ponies will evacuate. For everything else, I’m here for you, okay? All that matters now is that I love you, and I want you to feel good.”
Mercy, what could I say to that? So, I didn’t speak. Instead, I acted, taking the initiative this time in pulling Vinyl in for another kiss, just as passionate as the last. As my arms roved across her back - and hers mine - we shared no words, only breathy moans affirming our hunger for one another.
When we came up for air and separated, my bowtie and tops were tossed aside, leaving only my plain, beige bra. Vinyl, eyes lidded and lustful, chose that moment to sensually slip out of her robe, which fell to the floor. It was my first time she had bared herself to me completely, and she was beautiful beyond description. Each curve of her ass and bouncy swell of her breasts looked as delicate as a rose, yet simultaneously cried out to be touched.
Meanwhile, my body knew exactly how to react. After ages of disuse, my switch had been well and truly flipped. As my pussy moistened in anticipation, I could feel the heat and pressure within my cock redouble. Every last foot began to swell in surging pulses of pent-up size, the sensation of its immense weight scraping the ground in all directions sending sparks up my spine.
Vinyl whistled appreciatively, peeking over my head to soak in the sight of my erection piling on dozens upon dozens of feet with each passing second, my balls also bloating larger and larger with additional swimming pools worth of unspent seed.
“Somepony likes what she sees,” Vinyl purred mischievously, striking a pose with one hand on her hip as she popped it out to the left, tail swishing in wide arcs from side to side.
Oh goodness. I squirmed, blushing but unable to refute her or look away. Instead, I couldn’t help but continue to stare at her breasts.
Getting the hint, Vinyl lunged, knocking me back onto the bed before straddling herself atop me, her legs squeezing against my sides as she sat on my stomach. Heart racing, everything hit me at once. The smell of her, emanating in waves as a sticky patch formed on my coat beneath her opening. The heat of her body, pressed oh so tightly against mine. Her every motion as she slowly began to grind, a harmonious moan emanating from her lungs even as she was undoing my bra.
Letting instinct take over, my hands found her chest, which I kneaded feverishly, marveling as I squeezed. And all the while, my cock was still growing to record-shattering size, the tip now nearly past the lake and my ballsack over eight stories high.
As Vinyl flung my bra away, letting my own larger pair of girls breathe and slope to each side, I switched to gingerly pinching her stiff, pink nipples. To my shame, I was the one who whimpered in need, though, clenching my thighs as the burning in my pussy reached a fever pitch. “V-Vinyl. Please.”
Brushing a lock of mane out of her face, my considerate marefriend obliged, intuiting exactly what I wanted. With the skill of one far more practiced at the art of desire than I, she returned the favor, caressing my ample butt with both hands as she reached behind her to undo the zipper on my skirt with her magic. Her touch drove me crazy, and I found myself unable to reciprocate, my limbs too busy writhing beneath her ministrations.
When my skirt was gone, Vinyl slid down my body, her skin brushing against mine as she passed. There was a moment of anticipation then, where neither of us moved, Vinyl staring at the stretchy pink panties which concealed her target. “I’m starting, okay?”
In response, I spread my legs, inviting her to explore, needing her down there. Kneeling next to the bed, Vinyl pulled what she could of my delicates to the side, exposing my folds to the open air. Though they did not remain so for long, as Vinyl pressed her muzzle against my pussy and began to lick.
Waves of bliss crashed through me like an avalanche. “Ah!” Each miniscule motion Vinyl made sent spasms dancing through my veins.
Vinyl giggled in place, even just her breath against my sex sending my aching desire climbing higher. “Somepony’s sensitive~”
I could only pant and sweat as my generous marefriend returned to her task, my cock reacting to my building arousal by swelling bigger and bigger. I yelped as something brushed against the tip, and it stiffened even as Vinyl continued to make my pussy melt. That something turned out to be a building, though the sturdy concrete structure crumpled like cardboard when faced with my Goliath’s advance. The cascade of falling rubble down its surface sent wild tingles through me.
“M-More,” I managed between shaky breaths.
And Vinyl obliged, spoiling me rotten with all manner of swirls, suckles, and slides with her practiced tongue. Somepony’s house crunched to dust beneath my taught scrotum, all the strength leaving my torso as Vinyl lapped at my lower lips.
Just as things were beginning to reach a crescendo, she came up for air and suddenly shifted positions, lying down on top of me, my tender tits nestled against hers. “Time to get this party really started,” she declared before slipping a hand backwards. Her fingertips slipped inside me, and I gasped with a start.
Her own heartbeat spreading heat across my nerves at every point of contact, more wound up than I’d ever been, I nuzzled Vinyl’s cheek affectionately, my rushing exhales ruffling her mane. She was on my g-spot now, and my body went buttery with the slightest bend of her finger even as my penis kept surging larger with titanic pulses of mass, building after building being violated and obliterated to feed my burning desire.
Vinyl let out a contented moan of her own as she cupped my face with her other hand, showing far more restraint in her gyrations than I was. “That’s it, just relax. I’ll take care of you.”
I could hardly form coherent thoughts anymore, my body jerking and twisting and heaving, desperate for release. I thrust my hips up into hers over and over to no avail, as my dick was unshackled from my frame. I also dimly noticed that its growth seemed to have peaked. And peaks they were, my balls now so massive that they clawed into the sky like mountains, brushing against the clouds and smooshing multiple entire city blocks beneath their bulk, which now reached much, much closer to the hotel. My cock itself had expanded to an equally absurd scale to match, so large I couldn’t even see the tip anymore. It had to be over a mile long, or maybe even two miles.
Celestia, I felt so full. A positively insane amount of pressure was sloshing about in my core, begging to be set free, years’ worth of ecstasy burning within me. It was a sublime agony, and it was all I could muster to level the most pleading look I could at Vinyl.
She, for her part, just smiled. “No need for words, your desires are written all over your face. And I’m glad you’re finally letting me read them, babe.”
Vinyl was - my stars - certainly doing a good job of it. When she switched to using her magic aura to stuff my cunt, her presence penetrating all the way to my cervix, it was nearly too much to take. When she pinched and tugged at my nipples between thumb and forefinger, I screamed. The weight of my impending orgasm was cresting, and every fiber of my being was preparing to eclipse that final barrier at heretofore unreached heights. To wait any longer would be maddening.
“Good girl~” Vinyl purred. “Don’t be shy. No need to bottle everything up inside. Just let it alllll out for me, Tavi.”
Hearing her give me permission like that… the dam burst. And let it out I did.
“Mmmgaaah!” Crying out in pure, electric glory, I came at last, the juices from my pussy soaking the sheets as my insides clenched spasmodically around Vinyl’s aura. Of course, that quantity of fluid was practically microscopic compared to what my throbbing cock was unleashing. It felt like I was cumming the beginnings of an entire ocean, and that estimate likely wasn’t too far off the mark, given the boiling, lascivious joy my member was lancing up to my brain as countless gallons exploded free.
I could only moan Vinyl’s name over and over as I endured my cataclysmic climax, my trembling arms holding her tightly against me like a life raft in a raging storm. The comparison was apt. Even through the room’s soundproofing, the noise of my continuous ejaculation outside was like a thunderstorm, an earthquake, and a volcanic eruption rolled into one. And I wasn’t even close to being finished.
As Vinyl held me, my senses were utterly overwhelmed by an overload of ecstasy. My head emptied completely, my entire existence one of pleasure and release. All that remained was one fact: that I loved Vinyl for ushering me into this state. Time had no meaning, only the moment.
After an infinity, the white at the edges of my vision faded, and I returned to earth from my palace on high. Barely avoiding fainting, I blinked back to alertness, spent.
Vinyl was lying on her side next to me now, still nude, and studying my face with deep amusement as she stroked my thoroughly disheveled mane.
Schooling my heavy breaths back to normal, I managed to tilt my head to face her. “Wow.”
“Wow is right. You clearly fucking needed that. Happy I could help.”
“H-How?” I breathed.
“How long, or how much?” Vinyl asked impishly.
“Yes.”
“You were cumming for like a whole hour, give or take,” she explained. “I wasn’t exactly paying much attention to the clock. As for the latter, see for yourself.” Vinyl inclined her chin towards the window.
With herculean effort, I pulled myself into a sitting position and spun. The sight made me choke in shock and embarrassment.
Half of Detrot was completely buried in my semen, the evidence of my bliss sticking thickly to everything in sight, from trees to skyscrapers. And it wasn’t just the city; the sea of white extended all the way to the horizon in the direction my dick was facing.
I was in so much trouble.
Just as I was about to freak out, Vinyl chose that moment to grab my shoulders. “Chill, nobody knows it was you, remember?”
Right. Right. Thoughtless one minute, thoughtful the next; I loved that about her. I slowly exhaled. To be fair, it had indeed felt incredible.
“Is it my turn to tend to you, now?” I eventually asked. I would be a poor partner if I didn’t reciprocate after that!
“Nah, I took care of it myself while you were cumming.” Her grin turned shit-eating. “You put on quite the show for me. Seriously, watching you fucking innundate entire zip codes with cum? Hot as Tartarus.”
My blush returned in force, giving Vinyl’s eyes a run for their money.
After a pause, she gestured outside. “More importantly, it looks like you’re still hard! What do you say?” she began, brushing my stomach. “Up for another round or three?”
I swooned. This mare…