Drop the Bassinet
Octavia stood on the stage, blinded by the spotlight, listening to the roaring applause of over a thousand ponies stamping their hooves against the floor. Flanked on either side by the rest of the orchestra, each musician smiling and standing tall, but this spotlight was only for her. The intense, warm light left her covered in beads of sweat.
It had been the most important performance of her lifetime. She took a bow. The applause doubled. A wall of sound. The curtains drew closed, blocking the heat and light, but doing little to muffle the applause. To her sides, the orchestra began leaving the stage.
Maestro Clef Notes trotted over to her. "Miss Melody, that was the most amazing performance I've ever heard!" he gushed. Octavia nodded almost imperceptibly as the sound of applause began dying beyond the curtain.
Had it been an amazing performance? She wasn't sure. Her mind had been elsewhere the entire time. "Thank you, Maestro," she replied, more out of social expectation than anything else.
He put a hoof on her shoulder, a massive invasion of her personal space. She hated when ponies touched her. She resisted the urge to shove him away.
The way she tensed up must have caught his attention as he quickly pulled back. "S-sorry. I just..."
Octavia sighed. She needed to get over that instinct, or else... "It's alright," she huffed.
She didn't want to come off as slutty to other ponies, so she put up a façade that she just didn't like to be touched at all. In truth, she wanted to be touched. She craved it—it turned her on like crazy, all the time. And she really wanted it from the right pony: her marefriend. Who wasn't here. And with the heat season just kicking into high gear, her needs were growing.
The right pony. A nebulous goal, at best.
Octavia lay slumped against her cello stand. She hadn't moved from her spot on the stage for two hours. The auditorium was empty. The stage had been cleared of everything save Octavia and her personal things. The lights were down low. Nopony bothered her.
"Excuse me... Miss?" Octavia looked up. An emerald Crystal pony mare stood next to the stage. She hadn't seen many Crystal ponies before arriving in the Crystal Empire for this performance. The slight sheen of their coats still threw her off a little bit.
Octavia suddenly became aware that she had no idea how long she'd remained lost in thought. "Huh?" She realized the Crystal pony in front of her was in military dress, and then glanced around. "Oh, my apologies. I suppose I need to leave?"
The Crystal pony laughed. "No, no, nothing like that." She paused. "Well, I mean, yes, I'd like you to come with me, but..." Her crystalline coat flushed red. "Well, the Princess has sent me to check on you, since you haven't been at the banquet."
The banquet?!
Octavia scrambled to her hooves. "P-please deliver the Princess my most sincere apologies. I will join at once!" If she were capable of galloping in her dress, she would have, but instead she snatched up her cello and the stand and rushed backstage, where she carefully put her cello back in its case, folded up the stand and then, after the briefest moment of debate with herself, decided that it could be safely left backstage.
The Princess was waiting, and one did not keep a Princess waiting. She would come back for it later.
Another shred of consideration later and she decided that her performance dress was adequately formal for dinner with the Princess, and she rushed outside.
It was the twilight hours, a surprisingly warm summer day for such a northern location had turned into a fairly chilly evening. Unfortunately, the long days also meant that it was quite late if it was growing dark, which, in turn, meant that Octavia was quite late for the feast.
The entire ensemble had been invited to the Crystal Castle after their performance, as a thank you for taking the time to travel so far north to perform. Octavia wasn't particularly set on having a formal dinner—her mind was occupied with the discussion she and her marefriend had been having before she left—but formalities were important and she was mentally kicking herself for her mistake.
Maestro Clef introduced Octavia publicly as she entered the dining hall, where the entire ensemble, and indeed, the Princess and her Prince, were seated at three long tables adorned with dozens upon dozens of plates of food.
The entire room erupted in applause. Octavia was certain that her cheeks were the color of rust with how deeply embarrassed she was, but once the initial awkwardness settled, she was able to take her seat near the head of the table... Right next to the Prince.
The food looked marvelous and Octavia was starving. The table was buzzing with small talk all around, and Octavia couldn't help but feel slightly intimidated by the Prince. She chipped away slowly at a plate of food while fielding questions left and right from the ponies around her—even the Prince and Princess had questions to ask!
After a time, though, Maestro Clef frowned. "Miss Octavia... you seem rather distracted. Are you alright?"
Octavia used her fork to idly push a piece of broccoli around her plate. "I appreciate your concern, Maestro, but certainly you don't want to hear about my relationship problems," she replied.
Those words were some kind of trigger, as Princess Cadance immediately perked up. "Actually," Cadance replied, "as the Princess of Love, I would like to hear of your relationship problems. Perhaps I can help you out?"
"What?" Octavia couldn't help but laugh nervously. "Ah, aha, I'm sorry, Princess, but we're not having an argument or anything like that!"
Cadance seemed to deflate a little bit, sinking back into her seat. "Oh... well..."
The Prince leaned close into Octavia, but she pulled away from him instinctively. "She just wants to know the gossip," he whispered, just loud enough that only she could hear. "You don't want to disappoint her, do you?"
Octavia frowned. This was personal, but it was also something that, by its very nature, would become public eventually. "I... I guess it's okay," she mumbled.
Cadance immediately sat upright in her seat, beaming from ear to ear. "Oh, I love a love story!"
"It's not a love story, really," Octavia replied. "It's just... I have a marefriend. She and I have been lonely for some time. Not... not with eachother, obviously, but..." she trailed off, second-guessing herself, but she'd come this far, and she couldn't back out of it now. "Well, we both have decided that we want to have children. And we're unsure if we want to adopt, or... or if we want to find a stud."
"And where is she now?" Cadance asked. "Everypony was allowed to bring a plus-one to the banquet, but you seem to be alone tonight."
"Well, we're taking the opportunity to spend a week in the Crystal Empire. She isn't here because she had a show last night in Canterlot, while I had to be here a day early for rehearsals." Octavia frowned. "And she slept in and missed the first train, so she missed my performance. She'll be arriving on the next one, though." She was only mildly annoyed, as she completely expected that outcome. Not that it meant too much; Vinyl would have hated this kind of formal banquet anyway, though.
The Prince and Princess shared a long glance before the Prince spoke up. "Well, I think it's wonderful that you want to add to your family," the Prince announced. He pulled the Princess close. "Being a parent has been one of the biggest blessings of our lives!"
Cadance seemed less excited. "Speaking of being a parent, I am absolutely swollen," she complained, nodding toward her hindquarters. Then, her gaze stopped on Octavia. "Miss Melody, was it?" Octavia nodded. "I have something I need to take care of, and I'd like to speak to you privately. Would you please join me?"
Octavia was stunned. She didn't really have much interest in joining the Princess while she nursed, and she really couldn't fathom why the Princess would need to speak to her privately, but she wasn't about to decline an invitation from the Princess in front of her peers.
Octavia silently followed the Princess down a strangely empty hallway, their hooves tapping and echoing up and down the corridor. Cadance was anything but silent, chattering away about motherhood.
"I'm so glad you and your marefriend are thinking about having a foal together!" The Princess seemed more excited about the idea than Octavia or her marefriend ever had been. "Shining is absolutely telling the truth, by the way. Nothing in life has ever been so enriching as raising little Flurry Heart!"
Eventually, they stopped at a door where two guards stood at attention—the only other ponies Octavia had seen since they had left the banquet room. Cadance greeted and dismissed them, and both guards trotted off down to another wing of the castle. Cadance opened the door with her magic and gestured for Octavia to follow.
Inside was the most grandiose nursery Octavia had ever seen, and the baby Princess Flurry Heart was happily babbling as she played with her caretaker—a unicorn stallion Octavia didn't recognize.
"Hello, Sunburst," Cadance said brightly. "How is my little bundle of joy doing?"
The unicorn smiled. "She's been just fine, Princess. After all, you know how much she loves to play!" His smile flattened. "I changed her just a few minutes ago, and I have some minor concerns. I'll have the nurse check in on her later to verify." The smile returned. "But she seems perfectly happy.
"Good, good," Cadence replied. She ushered the young alicorn Princess to her swollen teats, gasping slightly as the child latched on a bit too exuberantly. "I'll be sure to follow up with the nurse later as well."
Octavia couldn't help but notice that Sunburst didn't excuse himself, instead watching rather intently as the Princess nursed. And she couldn't blame him—Cadance had an impressively beautiful set of teats. After a few moments, she realized she was gawking and tore her gaze away. Cadance giggled. "I know, they're quite impressive."
The heat burning in Octavia's cheeks was so intense that she could see it in her reflection as she stared at the crystalline floor. "Sorry," she mumbled.
"It's quite alright," Cadance replied. "I certainly don't mind being ogled by beautiful ponies."
This was far too awkward for Octavia. She abruptly changed the subject—to the only other thing on her mind. "Princess, I mean no offense, but I do not imagine it is hard to find fulfillment in raising a child when you have so much assistance. You are wealthy beyond need, and have an entire staff to wait on you and your child."
Cadance nodded. "Yes, that is true." She glanced over at Sunburst who was still openly ogling her teats as she nursed. "But... that is somewhat related to the reason I called you here. You have a marefriend, so I presume you both find mares attractive?"
Octavia glanced over at Sunburst, whose erection was on display with no attempt to hide it. Cadance was absolutely beautiful, but he also wasn't a bad specimen. "Um, we both prefer mares, yes." They were both bisexual, but the Princess surely didn't need to know that.
"So, if I might ask, which of you intends to be the mother?"
That question blindsided Octavia entirely, and it was the exact topic she and Vinyl had been fussing over in the adoption-versus-studding debate. "I... I don't... we haven't... Adopt! We haven't decided if we want to adopt or have a foal the natural way," she spluttered.
Cadance nodded knowingly. "And so this, I would assume, is a cause of disagreement?" she asked. "And which side of that disagreement would you fall on?"
Octavia glanced at the nursing foal again. "Princess, I do appreciate your apparent enjoyment of bearing a child, but I have concerns about bearing a foal: The uncomfortable eleven months of pregnancy and the health risks involved. The medical bills are expensive, even if the whole process goes smoothly. We are both doing well enough financially that we are not concerned about the long-term costs of raising a foal, but we are also not wealthy ponies. If something went wrong... a medical emergency would put us in an uncomfortable position."
"And what if the financial burden wasn't an issue? What would you want, then?"
"Hey, Tavi, what's up!?" Vinyl Scratch practically bowled her marefriend over at the train station, then frowned. "And why are you still all dressed up like that?"
Octavia glanced back at the dress she'd been wearing for over ten hours, sweating under the spotlight. "Things have been busy."
"Oh, that's cool," Vinyl replied. "Hey, I'm famished, can we head to the hotel so I can drop off my things, and then we can go eat?"
"That's... fine," Octavia replied hesitantly. There was no way she could eat more after the banquet, but she could tag along. "I do have something I need to discuss with you, though. In private."
Vinyl lifted her shades up to stare at her marefriend. "You're just gonna start the night off like that, huh? I thought this was gonna be a vacation."
"It's... complicated," Octavia mumbled. "We don't actually have a hotel room yet."
Vinyl didn't often mean to shout, but the clubs she played in tended to be loud, and as a result her voice was naturally loud. Even the slightest bit of surprise tended to result in what could politely be described as a raised voice. "WHAT?!"
Octavia cringed as several ponies looked their way. "Can we go outside, at least?" she begged.
Vinyl shrugged. "Yeah, yeah, okay. But where are we gonna go if we don't have a hotel yet?"
"Outside," Octavia repeated. "Just... not here."
It was late. A light dusting of snow covered the ground as they stepped into the lamp-lit evening air, surprising Octavia given that it was summer, until she remember how far north they were. The two mares stood to the side and let the mass of disembarking ponies ahead of them into the city.
"So... what's the deal?" Vinyl asked once the stream of ponies died down. "Why don't we have a hotel? You did make a reservation, didn't you?"
"I'm not a foal!" Octavia snapped. Vinyl was unfazed. "I did make reservations, but we've been offered a Royal Suite. I can't decide if we should accept it."
"Okay. That sounds like a classy hotel if it has a Royal Suite. So, what do you mean by 'we don't have a room' if we've already been offered an amazing one?"
"No, Vinyl. A Royal suite, at the castle itself."
Vinyl paused for several beats. "You're serious?"
Octavia nodded.
"And you haven't accepted the offer already?"
Octavia nodded.
"Why not?"
"There are... conditions attached to it."
"What conditions could possibly stop you from accepting a Royal Suite at the Crystal Castle?"
"The Prince wants to stud our foal," Octavia said flatly.
Vinyl's jaw dropped. "...Okay. Okay, uh..." She rubbed the back of her head with a hoof. "Tavi, you can't just drop the bass like that without some lead-in."
There was a long rest between them.
"I'm sorry. I'm not sure how I would have softened that, Vinyl," Octavia whispered. "We can have a Royal Suite, if we agree to a swinging arrangement with the Prince and Princess. For the entire duration of our stay."
Vinyl rubbed her chin with a hoof. "Okay, but if we do, which one of us takes the D?" she wondered aloud. "Isn't that kinda important?"
"Yes." Octavia blundered onward. "We need to decide between us who stays with the Prince tonight, and who stays with the Princess."
"Need to?" Vinyl lifted her shades again. "Octavia, you're seriously already thinking about doing this? We don't need to rush into something crazy. I'm completely down for just using the reservations you already made."
Octavia scraped a pattern in the snow with her hoof, unsurprisingly shaped like a treble clef. "We've also been offered... a substantial sum for the foal's upbringing," Octavia confessed.
Vinyl laughed loudly. "So, I get my field plowed by the Prince, while you get to milk the Princess?"
Octavia was confused. "If... if that's how you want it to be?"
The laughter immediately stopped. "Tavi... you know I love you. I also want a foal. And if this is how you want it to be, I'm okay with it. The Prince is one of the best studs we could ask for in all of Equestria—he's handsome, strong, rich, and powerful. And I know you want to bury your face in Cadance's teats!"
"VINYL!" Octavia shouted, her cheeks flushing red. It was the truth, and she knew she couldn't deny it. But it was still not something that needed to be said out loud. Outside.
Vinyl cackled.
It took another hour for them to recover Octavia's own things from the performance hall and arrive at the Crystal Castle. The two guards at the gate allowed them in after a momentary stop, but insisted that they carry the luggage for both mares instead.
"Ah, Miss Melody, welcome!" Sunburst greeted them just inside the atrium. He turned to Vinyl. "And you must be her special somepony. Welcome to the Crystal Castle!" He turned and began trotting down a hallway. "Please, follow me."
Vinyl was too busy admiring the construction of the castle to respond, but absently followed behind Octavia as Sunburst led the pair to a distant room. The echoes of the hooves traipsing on the solid crystalline floors made her wonder what a performance in the atrium would sound like. The acoustics would be interesting, but she'd have to make a set that kept it in mind.
"And here is the room for the Prince, Miss... uh..." he gestured to Vinyl. "I didn't get your name."
"You seriously haven't heard of DJ-Pon3?" Vinyl replied, her glasses masking her surprised look. "The name's Vinyl Scratch."
"No, sorry, Miss Scratch... I'm historically a bit of a social shut-in," Sunburst replied.
"Vinyl is fine," she replied.
"Sorry," Octavia mumbled. "She's a bit much sometimes."
"Okay, Vinyl," Sunburst replied, smiling as he put a hoof on the door. "The Prince awaits. Which of you lovely mares will be entertaining him tonight?"
Octavia and Vinyl shared a long look. Octavia leaned in for a kiss, which Vinyl gladly reciprocated. While they were in close to each other, Octavia whispered into Vinyl's ear.
"Don't go falling for him, now. I love you."
They parted. "I love you, too, Tavi," Vinyl replied. Then she turned to Sunburst. "I guess that's me."
Sunburst nodded, and pushed the doors open, ushering Vinyl inside. The room within was dark. The guards carrying Vinyl's things dropped them just inside the door, and withdrew. Vinyl could make out some small details in the light coming from the door—some large furniture in the center of the room, and a few pillars with odd shapes that she could only guess at the use of.
Then, the door closed behind her, and everything plunged momentarily into darkness. Another pony might have panicked, but Vinyl was a unicorn, and the deep red glow of her horn would light her way. And then panic began to set in as Vinyl's magic seemed to fail, leaving her in complete darkness.
Before her panic became full-blown terror, a light appeared. A fragment—a tiny, perfect triangle of blue light coming from one of the pillars—reflecting off of the walls. It was joined by another green triangle, this one a right triangle. That one was joined by another red triangle. And then another triangle. The various triangles of light began to form shapes against the walls, each refraction and angle precisely calculated to create imagery on the crystalline walls of the room.
Each light blended into the next, and soon it was as if she were encased in a room made entirely of light cast from stained glass windows, all emitting from a dozen very carefully sculpted pillars that ringed the massive room. And the room became brighter with each one.
In the center of the room was a four poster bed, each corner-post doubling as one of the pillars showering the room in light. And in the center of the bed lay a pony that Vinyl had only met once before, when she played a set at his wedding: Prince Shining Armor himself.
In contrast to the absolutely stunning room, Shining Armor was incredibly cliché, laying on his side with a rose clenched between his teeth with his junk, still sheathed, but definitely on display. Vinyl was no stranger to weird one-night stands when she was younger, but nothing had quite prepared her for the sight before her. She burst out laughing.
Shining let the rose drop from his lips. "Yeah, I probably over-did it. Was it the rose, or the pose?"
"The Rose or the Pose?" Vinyl replied, still chuckling to herself. "That sounds like a great title for Tavi's next piece." She hopped up on the bed. "You're gonna have to deal, stud. While I do love having a good time, I'm not here for your ego." She gestured to his drooping penis. "I'm here for that. And I'd like to get down to business, if you don't mind." Vinyl immediately stepped forward on the springy mattress, igniting her horn as she began stroking his balls with her magic.
"Oh, wow, alright," Shining gasped, completely unprepared for Vinyl to be so forward. Not that he had an issue with it. He was certainly more than prepared to return the favor, setting his own horn ablaze as his magical power caressed her nethers in response.
"Hmm," Vinyl hummed. "You think you're all that, huh?" She knelt down, shoving her face into his groin and licking softly at the crown emerging from his sheathe. She breathed deeply of his musk when she inhaled, a sweaty, but earthy, powerful scent that gave her hormones a quick kickstart. It had been far too long since she'd been with a stallion, and the smell of a virile male set her loins on fire.
Shining leaned back as Vinyl bent over his crotch, teasing and prodding at his stallionhood. Her ass was pointed almost straight up, and Shining decided that he wanted it pointed at him instead, lifting her hindquarters with his magic and laying her on her side so that her muff was accessible.
Vinyl allowed him to maneuver her wherever he wanted as she kept licking at the emerging behemoth in front of her. It was almost as large as the largest cock she'd ever seen with her own eyes, and it didn't seem to be slowing its growth. That didn't scare her: there was a reason all of Octavia's strap-on boxes came with health and safety warnings on them. Precum dribbled from the slit, as if defying her to take it's girth, and Vinyl was not one to back down from a challenge. She opened her mouth and brought the warm shaft between her lips, swirling her tongue around the tip as she went along, until she felt it bump against the back of her throat.
Challenge accepted.
Shining sucked air in through his teeth and let it out with a hissing "Ffffffff—" as the mare in front of him dared to do something he'd only dreamed of. Not even Cadance, in all of her incredible determination, had ever managed to take his entire girth in her throat. He hadn't even begun doing much more than tease her with his magic, and she was already trying to suck the seed out of him like a hoofball through a garden hose, her head bobbing slowly on his cock as he felt himself sliding ever-so-slightly deeper on his member.
He had to return the favor, or he would never hear the end of it. After all, Cadance was almost assuredly watching from her own suite, as she loved to do during nights like these. Between Luna's stories about dreamwalking ending in nocturnal emissions, and Cadance's spying on Shining's extra-marital trysts, Shining couldn't be sure who was the worse voyeur. However, right now, there was a pussy in his face, and he knew he should eat what was being served.
Yet, he continued to hesitate. Her tail, two shades of electric blue, waved in his face, blowing her scent across his nose. Those two shades of blue were so familiar. It was almost like looking in a mirror. At himself. The last thing an old sergeant from his academy days had told him to do was 'go fuck yourself'.
Perhaps this was the closest he could get to following orders.
With gusto, he shoved his face into her folds. Any concerns he'd had of her ability to take his girth were immediately extinguished as her wet, moist folds parted, accepting a significant amount of his muzzle before her muscles clamped down around his nose, cutting off his air supply momentarily. His tongue snaked out from his lips, tasting her insides as he withdrew to breathe, and then explored the outer realm of her folds.
She tasted incredible—a mare that was most certainly in season. He found her winking bulb with his wandering tongue, and wrapped his lips around it, giving a soft suckle as his hooves began to wander along her barrel, eventually resting upon the stiff nipples of her teats.
Vinyl shuddered under his touch. Octavia knew her inside and out and could get her off like no other, and yet she was still surprised at how much the Prince seemed to know just what to do. She voiced her pleasure around the Challenger still stuck in her throat, the buzzing of her voice vibrating his cock.
"Ah~!" Shining yelped. "That was incredible," he barked behind her.
Vinyl wasn't here to oblige him, she was here to oblige herself, but if he got to benefit, then more power to him. She took a deep breath and relaxed her throat, going down several inches further than she had before. Shining went stiff beneath her—not in the jerky, orgasmic ways of a stallion in the throes of passion, but in the kind of rigid amazement of incomprehension.
She smiled to herself. There wasn't a stallion in the world she couldn't take all the way to the hilt, but now, he'd stopped servicing her. She paused, grinding her ass into his face again, and coming up for a bit of air. After a few seconds, he seemed to come back to Equestria and started working on her clit again. She rewarded him with another deep dive, swirling her tongue around his lower shaft as the medial ring got caught in the back of her throat. And she began swallowing around his length.
Shining Armor didn't know how to respond. The feeling of his shaft being milked by a mare's throat was absolutely foreign to him, but it was awe-inspiring. It was like he'd ascended to another plane of pleasure, and he was rapidly approaching the wall of his willpower. He knew he was supposed to fuck a foal into this mare—that was her desire. That was the agreement. But if she didn't pull off of him right now, he was going to spoil that agreement.
Vinyl grinned as she felt him convulse beneath him, a throbbing spasm that told her he was about to finish in her throat, and she was hungry for it. They had all night, so if he needed some time to recharge, she was okay with that. She plunged herself as deep on his member as she could, her snout smashing into the flesh of his groin as she swallowed repeatedly around his rod.
"FFFFFFfffff..." Shining began exhaling through his teeth again, blasting his warm breath across her pussy as he felt his orgasm hit him like a charging buffalo. A convulsion went through his entire body, a shock of white crossing his vision that wasn't just the fur of her shapely and sexy ass as his cock throbbed inside of its tight confines.
One spurt, two spurts, three—Vinyl kept swallowing as she felt his weighty load setting into her empty stomach, each convulsion slowly diminishing until his cock finally grew still. Vinyl carefully pulled her head off of his stallionhood, and then gazed upon him, sizing up the stallion for the next step in their tryst.
Shining stared back at her with a dazed expression. Vinyl knew that look from many 'incidents' at her shows—he was struck dumb by the experience. She smiled to herself—yes, it had been a while since she'd sucked a dick that wasn't made of rubber, but she still had the technique to leave a stallion reeling.
The world came slowly back into focus as Shining recovered from the nirvana of bliss, only to see the mare clambering up on top of him and her magic fishing around for his dick. This was not how he'd expected the night to go. And it was not how he was going to let the night end.
He pushed himself upright on shaky hooves, startling the mare. She toppled onto her back between his legs as he pounced on her. His nose went to hers as he came in for a kiss, but he hesitated upon seeing her sunglasses askew. He'd never seen her without them on, but now... now he could see the edge of a ruby-red iris peeking out from beneath them.
"Are you okay?" he asked, breathing heavily.
She peered up at him. "Yeah, why?"
"Your glasses," Shining said.
Vinyl levitated the glasses away from her face. "Yeah, I probably should have done this before we started." She grinned sheepishly.
Shining was taken aback. Without her glasses, she seemed... absolutely beautiful! "Why?" he blurted. "Why do you hide your beautiful eyes?"
Vinyl smiled softly, tracing a hoof from Shining's ear to his chin. "Because. It makes moments like this..." she paused to close his gaping mouth. "... just a little bit nicer." Then, she leaned up and placed a kiss on his lips. Shining barely responded to it at first, but eventually kissed her back. It remained a closed-mouth kiss.
"I don't understand," he breathed once their lips separated.
"I've been a celebrity my entire adult life," Vinyl murmured, relaxing back into the mattress. "Imagine if the only thing you were ever known for was your reputation as a DJ."
Shining nodded. "I know what you're getting at. I wasn't a nobody before I married Cadance, but now... I have a lot of media scrutiny." The mare underneath him smiled.
"Exactly. You have an image to uphold." She brought her glasses back to her face. "As a filly, I had these striking eyes. Everyone loved them. But I hated them. They made me different. Other fillies got jealous. Mocked me. Eventually, I got a pair of shades to hide them from the rest of the world."
"I think I understand..." Shining replied, nodding. "Did they help?"
Vinyl laughed, setting her shades aside again. "I don't know why I thought they would. They still knew I was different. Only now, I had a reputation as a coward, too."
That was an experience that had played out in the Guard countless times. "Yeah, that never helps," Shining agreed. He was starting to feel bad for the gorgeous alabaster mare.
Vinyl dropped her head into the fluffy embrace of the mattress, smiling as she recalled her past. It was nice to have a conversation with another pony about this—so few knew about the truth. "Eventually, the bullying got bad enough that my parents caught on. They decided what I needed was a fresh start. We moved to Ponyville. I kept my shades on, and never took them off. At least, that's what I wanted to do."
"Let me guess... it was different this time?"
"It was." Vinyl smiled at the warm memory. "Tavi was just a friend back then."
"Tavi?" Shining asked.
"My marefriend, Octavia. The one who's probably drowning in your wife's tits right now."
"Oh," Shining grinned sheepishly.
"We were late for school, rushing so we wouldn't be late. I tripped on a rock, and my shades took a leap of faith. Tavi caught them right out of the air!" Vinyl chuckled at the memory. "Then, when she gave them back to me, she said the same thing. 'You have such beautiful eyes, I wish you wouldn't hide them.' I think that's the moment I fell in love with her."
"So, did you fall in love with me when I said it?" Shining joked.
Vinyl rolled her eyes. "Not a chance. My heart belongs to Tavi. But... I did like it. Maybe if I weren't already taken, things would be different. Then again, it also takes more than a couple of smooth lines in the bedroom to woo a mare."
"I wasn't being serious," Shining said, deflating.
"Check your ego, Casanova," Vinyl retorted. "Remember, I'm lifting my tail and spreading for you."
Shining frowned. "I wish you didn't make it sound so transactional. Even if you don't fall in love me, I wouldn't mind making things a bit more romantic."
Vinyl hesitated. 'Transactional' was exactly what she'd been aiming for. This was exactly what she and Tavi had talked about: She didn't want emotions getting in the way of having a foal.
"Sorry, Prince," Vinyl booped him on the nose. "I'm sure you're used to getting your way, but tonight, I just want you to rut me like a cheap whorse. I need you to stud a foal into me. I'm sure we'll have plenty to talk about afterward. We can talk about the 'other' relationship things at another time."
"Okay," Shining replied, obvious disappointment in his voice. "Can we at least do it face-to-face?"
Vinyl glanced down at his rapidly reviving erection and smiled softly. "Maybe next time, my Prince." She wriggled out from under him and stood up on her hooves, flagging her tail at him. "For now, you've got a mare that needs breeding."
Shining's disappointment was transient as her tail flipped to the side and her drooling slit was presented to him. "If breed is your need, I'm your steed," he replied, rearing up and wrapping his forelegs around her barrel."
"Oh, Celestia," Vinyl blurted, rolling her eyes. "I never knew you were such a cornball." Never mind that it didn't really make sense—he was riding her.
Any further complaints died in her throat as he thrust forward and split her pussy in two with a single stroke. His mammoth cock was comparable even to the largest of Octavia's strap-ons, and a feral, throaty moan of pleasure ripped forth from her lungs.
Shining didn't stop there, either. He pulled back, letting the tip of his crown graze slightly against her winking clit before plunging back into her. Her ass jiggled with the impact as their hips crashed together and Vinyl moaned out again as the air was forced from her lungs. His sheer size inside of her caused her to draw in an involuntary breath as the absence left behind from his withdrawal created a vacuum in her lungs.
The resulting staccato yelps of pleasure from Vinyl as air was forcibly oscillating through her larynx soon began rhythmically sounding out throughout the chamber. Shining grunted in time, creating a syncopated rhythm to their breeding that Vinyl was sure would inspire her next mix if she weren't preoccupied with the sheer explosion of raw pleasure ripping through her nethers: Shining might have been built like Octavia's biggest strap-ons, but there was one thing that he had far more in abundance: stamina. Vinyl normally was used to receiving just a scant few moments of Octavia's frenzied pounding before she was forced to slow down. Her current lover had no such restriction.
"Holy... sh—shit," she blurted as the thick member plumbed into her depths again and again. The hammering against her cervix—a sensation she'd always enjoyed—was starting to overwhelm her. The pleasure was indescribable. Every time he would pull out, it was like a part of her soul left with it, and every time he thrust in again, she felt alive again. The familiar tension of an orgasm building up inside of her was intense—but, she'd never orgasmed from penetrative sex before. "Don't stop!" she screamed.
He was more than happy to oblige her, feeling her entire canal clamping down on his dick. He didn't dare say anything to her, but it was rare he could even go this deep in a mare—Cadance could routinely take his girth, and she seemed to have an eye for mares who could also do it, since the mares she invited to swing with always seemed capable. He was thankful for that. It spurred him further onward—his excitement only increased with each thrust.
Vinyl felt the massive cock inside of her beginning to swell. "That's it," she shouted, knowing that he probably would want the encouragement. "Drop the baby batter!"
Shining thrust deeply into her as his cock flared and his dick began throbbing, spewing his cum into her depths. The orgasmic convulsions through his body conflicted with his laughter as he made absolutely alien, unitelligible sounds.
Vinyl felt the stallion collapse onto her back, his pulsing cock deep inside of her, pinned against her cervix. She felt the warmth of his emission spreading through her body, and she smiled as the stallion laughed until he fell off of her back, ripping his dick free of her pussy.
"Ow, fuck," he cried out, tears of laughter streaming down his face. He continued to laugh.
Vinyl wasn't concerned with him anymore. There was a new, copious, warm virility inside of her. It was almost certainly the conception of their child: The child of Octavia's love and the lust of a Prince.