The three of them froze for just a moment. Their eyes flew from pony to pony, reading each other. Lust, love, and compassion as one. They trusted each other. They were ready to do this in every way possible. They were ready to make their relationship something more than it ever had been before. They were young, horny and in love, and nothing could have been more perfect than the moment before the bedsheets became a sexual ground zero.

“Well,” Vinyl giggled, “what the fuck are we waiting for?”

Neon was going to say something snarky, but Vinyl’s delicious, peachy pussy cut him off. His groaned into Vinyl’s cunt as Octavia let out a loud gasp of delight as he finally entered her. His eyes rolled up into his head from utter and complete bliss.

Octavia’s marehood was divinity itself. It was tight, warm, and dripping wet. She glided down his length easily, making him gasp into Vinyl’s wetness as he bottomed out into her, making her let out an uncharacteristic squeak as his length filled her completely. Octavia clung to his length and never let go, movement slow, laborious, every single roll or grind of her pussy filling his mind with sensation.

He wanted to see it, a refined erudite bouncing upon his dick, but Vinyl’s plushy rear kept her from view. Neon’s world was utterly darkened by marehood. His entire world was devoted now to the worship of twin divines, his tongue diving in and licking as deep as he could, Vinyl’s sweet juices dribbling down his chin and her nigh-screams of delight filling his ears with a sound as sweet as all her music. Louder still were Octavia’s little grunts and shrill shrieks of satisfaction as she bounced upon his cock, her cunt tightening, loosening, nearly keeping her from movement, were it not for the fluid she leaked so copiously.

He couldn’t see her face, but he knew what it had to look like. The eyes screwed up in pleasure and closed tightly, the mouth open and letting out little desperate breaths, her lungs working overtime to help her stay conscious through the powerful sensation of thick, powerful dick slamming against her greatest depths again, and again, and again, over and over, with precise power and grace, her tongue lolling out, drooling everywhere.

And Vinyl’s face was relaxed, a dumb grin on her lips, tongue hanging out, her panting smaller, lighter, softer. Her eyes were dulled, and softened in the face of such intense sensation, of such wonderful, blissful treatment. She was lost in the feeling of hooves digging into her copious rear and tongue lashing against her labia and into her tunnel, as a powerful vaginal explorer journeyed to the center of her world, and drank from the fertile springs of her marehood.

His hips had a mind of their own, raising up off of the bed as his back arched along with his companions. He rolled up and down, trying to match Octavia’s forceful bounces on his fuckstick, trying to make her feel the same lightning storms of sensation that filled his brain, that soaked his mind in primal lust. A low, animalistic growl rumbled in his throat, and he gripped Vinyl’s ass almost violently, ignoring her squeals.

His thick, turgid cock twitched violently. He could tell Octavia was close too, her velvet marehood desperately squeezing, quivering over his huge, twitching dick like a pilgrim facing the Gods. He let out a roar, and grabbed Octavia’s hips, slamming her down and holding her there, throwing his head back on the pillow and gasping for air.

“Fuuuuuuck…”

All Octavia could do in response was mewl.

“Tavi… Where do you…”

“In,” she gasped. “Let it out… In… Please…”

He obliged.

His cock pulsed and heaved like some sort of leviathan, and unleashed a powerful, constant flow, surging up into Octavia’s cunt and pooling into her womb. He was marking her, making her his, and for the first time that night, Neon heard Octavia squeal. It was a glorious sound, high pitched, almost restrained, a siren for utter and complete pleasure. Neon’s ears twitched pleasantly as it complimented the insurmountable white noise of a powerful orgasm. He bit his lip, gripping Octavia’s rear, drawing it out for as long as possible.

“Ooooh,” Vinyl breathed. “I fucking love it when you do that, Tavi…”

Neon’s grip tightened for one last squeeze, his cock twitched for one last pulse, and he finally felt the ache in his back that he had created from holding up both his own weight and Octavia’s for… He didn’t even know how long, but it was time well spent. Vinyl released his head from between her thighs, and gave Neon a perfect window to see an utterly wrecked Octavia, her face just as he pictured it. Tongue out, eyes up, hooves together, worshipping whatever deity of fertility made this union as whole as it was. A warm stream of her juices dribbled on Neon’s belly, a glorious garnish to a perfect fuck cocktail.

Vinyl looked down at Neon between her legs, her mouth open in a stupid grin.

“Fucking awesome,” she cried hoarsely. “Right, Tavi?”

Проиграл.