It had been a week since his final battle with Kriger Kongen, and his body still felt sore, so Baen trotted into the bathroom and locked the door. The shower was turned on and the stallion waited until the room was filled with steam, groaning when the hot flow hit his body, soothing out his tightened muscles. He didn’t care how long he was in there, it felt good, so there he would stay.

Nearly half an hour after he entered the bathroom, the front door to the house opened, admitting one of the owners. Setting a large brown case down, she gave a sigh, slightly envious of unicorns and their ability to carry items like nothing more than a feather. Right now she could do with a nice warm shower, which she noticed was already going. Her housemate was currently doing a show, so that had to mean their guest was utilizing the facilities, and a glance at the couch showed his armour awaiting there. She could demand that he let her take precedent, but she didn’t want to risk invoking his ire, so she headed up to her bedroom.

Her plans were derailed when the bathroom door, which she had to pass, opened and allowed a thick cloud of warm steam to bellow out. She could see a shadow emerged from the room, and knowing whom it was brought a small blush to her cheeks. The heated water vapour began to clear, revealing Baen with a rather pleased smirk on his muzzle, his rose red mane no longer spiky and instead hanging limply to the floor, his light peach coat dripping with water. Her heart beginning to beat faster, Octavia could not tear her gaze away from the walking pile of testosterone that turned her way, the stallion stopping and blinking a few times at the mare staring at him. “Octavia.”

With that, he continued along towards Vinyl’s bedroom, which is where he used to get dried and normally dressed, the grey mare’s eyes tracking his movements. Catching the door closing, she quickly followed and nudged it back open with a hoof, Baen turning to face her with a frown. She blinked once as she realised what she had done, turning away with her blush even stronger, trying to hide behind her mane. “Baen… it has um, come to my attention, that you have, I mean… I have not been treating you fairly. Perhaps… we could talk after dinner?”

“Uh, sure.”

“Thank you. Please come to my room this evening, I would rather converse in private.”

“If you’re sure.” She gave a small nod, and Baen continued along the hall into Vinyl’s room, where he usually got dried off. Octavia didn’t take her eyes off his flanks, and squeezed her thighs together as the image of him taking her flooded her mind, so she quickly slipped into the steam filled bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her and ensuring that it was locked. I need to cool off.

She slipped into the shower, set the temperature to just lower than warm and stepped under the flow, then gave an airy sigh as the water hit her back. The slow massage she was receiving from the water did the opposite to what she planned, instead sending the burning sensation into a frenzy, and she knew of only two ways to deal with the problem; she certainly wasn’t going to do one of them. Turning around so that the shower head was behind her, Octavia fell to her haunches, pressing her back against the wall. With one forehoof to steady her, she slowly slid the other down her stomach and between her thighs, slowly pressing firmly against her marehood.

Soon her moans were echoing off the tiles, her hoof still as she ground her now wet pussy against it instead. Once more the image of Baen leaving the shower popped into her mind, his rose red mane billowing in the steam, as water traced down his muscular body and over his very sexy scars… she let out a sudden scream as she pushed herself over the edge, her love nectar mixing with the still going shower.

Perhaps the talk with the stallion wouldn’t be as easy as she thought.

Silence. Silence reigned supreme at the dinner table, Vinyl Scratch glancing back and forth between Baen and Octavia in amusement; the earth pony mare seemed to be, or rather trying to, flirt with the stallion, but he was either too dense or just didn’t take notice. “So, Baen… how have things been?” The stallion stopped and stared with half a mouthful, whilst the unicorn mare took a drink of water to hide her bubbling laughter.

“Things have been… fine this past week, thank you. And you?” Once more Vinyl groaned to herself as he missed the signal, Octavia tittered, then batted her eyelashes at him.

“Oh, they have been fine. The orchestra is picking up more and more concerts.”

“That’s…. um, good, right?”

“Indeed it is.” Silence took the driver’s seat once more, the three ponies going back to their meal whilst Vinyl shook her head, getting an annoyed stare from Octavia. Once their plates were clear, the grey furred mare got out of her chair and startled Baen as she leant in front of him. “Relax, I am just taking your plate.” She slipped the china onto her back and left the dining room, Baen following her with a confused gaze, and Vinyl knew there was no way he missed Octavia swaying her hips.

“So, I have to go get some stuff. Think you’ll be alright with little miss bipolar over there?”

“Yes, I am certain.” Giving him a nod, Vinyl left the table and then the house, Baen was the only pony remaining at the table, and he heard hoofsteps on the stairs a moment later. ‘Please come to my room this evening, I would rather converse in private.’ Taking a deep breath, the stallion got out of his chair and slowly headed upstairs, stopping outside Octavia’s bedroom with a hoof raised; contact was made a moment later. “Octavia, I am here to talk.”

“Please, come in.” There was a strange undertone to her voice, almost sultry, and Baen thought he was imagining it until he pushed open the door; lying on her front upon her bed was the mare herself, but that wasn’t the reason why he just remained silent and staring at her; she wore purple bands that matched her eyes which she had used to placed her mane into a ponytail and used one to keep the tip of her tail together, upon her legs were purple socks, and she had light purple eyeshadow on. He wasn’t sure why, but she was blushing. “I was afraid you would not come. Please, sit next to me.”

Swallowing nervously at the mare’s change of attitude, Baen trotted forward and climbed onto the soft, giving mattress, sitting with his back against the headboard, and he glanced down at Octavia. He looked away again when she cocked her head and batted her eyelashes at him, something she had constantly been doing throughout dinner, and it was getting his pulse racing now. “Listen, Octavia, I kno..” She silenced him by placing a hoof gently on his muzzle, shaking her head slightly.

“No, Baen, allow me. When you first came into our house, I thought you were rude and backwards, a relic from ancient days. But then, I began to understand; you do not know any different. You see, whilst my talent lay in music, I appreciate all the fine arts, including history. I know the time you come from, and how different it was, so I wish for us to start again. Come, join me in a drink to our new friendship.” It was then he noticed a bottle of wine and two glasses, already filled, on the side table which the mare reached for, and he got off the bed before accepting his.

Octavia followed him with hungry eyes as she sipped her drink, trying to work out what he was thinking and taking in his muscular form. Finishing her beverage and setting the glass off to the side, Octavia turned to lie widthways across the bed, rolling onto her back. She slipped a forehoof behind her head for support as she moved so that she was lying widthways on the bed, looking at Baen from her upside down position. The stallion finished his drink and set it on the side, then turned towards the door. “Thank you for the drink, Octavia, I shall take my leave now.”

“Please stay longer. Come, lay on the bed with me.” Baen gave a slightly annoyed sigh, then turned around and climbed onto the mattress once more, settling down on his stomach. He did his best to ignore the mare staring up at him, but soon his green eyes met her greyish mulberry ones, the mare playfully twisting her mane around a hoof. “There…. there is something I need to get out of my system, and only one stallion can help.”

“Hmm… Oh! Well, Octavia, though I am quite… flattered, it just wouldn't feel right. I mean, you've put up with me for so lonpphh!!!” With surprising speed the petite mare had rolled the large stallion onto his back, setting herself down on his chest, pinning his forehooves to the bed, and pressed into a kiss. Being lip locked when he wasn’t ready left Baen short of oxygen, and even a capable warrior such as he had to breathe. Luckily for him, Octavia seemed to have enough that time, pulling away and smirking down at him as he panted for air.

“I can see and feel you want more, so why not lower those inhibitions, hmm?” This time the kiss was deeper, Octavia forcing Bane’s lips to part and allow her tongue to slip, caressing his own. He tried to free his hooves, but Octavia pushed them even firmer into the mattress and gave an aggressive growl, sliding her body over his. She knew that he was giving in when she felt his forelegs lose some tension, opening her rear legs to allow the organ she felt prodding her thigh access.

She crouched down slightly and felt his tip pressing against her marehood, pulling her muzzle away and closing her eyes as she lowered herself a little more, his shaft parting her lower lips and sliding in with ease. There was one long moan as she took his entire length, resting for a moment to get her breath back, then she slowly raised and lowered herself on the stallion.

Baen’s head rolled back as he groaned from the stimulation, and he didn’t mind his forelegs being pinned any more; in fact he was going to let the mare have her way with him, then turn the tables. Or so he thought, as they both stopped when they heard a shocked gasped, looking to the open door and the mare staring back. “Hey, no fair! I called dibs, Octy!” Neither of them had time to explain as Vinyl Scratch ran over and jumped onto the bed, knocking Octavia from atop Baen, their hoofs locking around each others bodies as they tried to gain control; he wasn’t going to complain, having two mares fighting over him was quite enjoyable, and they were literally fighting over him, every now and then giving him an eyeful of their marehoods.

After a few moments he decided to break up the ‘fight’ the easy way, and as the mares turned so their rumps faced him, he reached up his forehooves and brushed firmly at their nethers. At the other end of the stallion, Vinyl and Octavia let out moans of pleasure, eyes locking around the shaft that rose between their muzzles. “Shall we then, Ms Scratch?”

“Sure, why not. But I still called dibs!”

“By all means, go first.” A smug grin flashed across the unicorns face, followed by her tongue slipping from her mouth and sliding up Baen’s cock; she paused half way and cocked her head at the titter from Octavia. “Oh, don’t mind me, I was just wondering how I taste?” Giving a small growl as she resumed licking, Vinyl reach up with a hoof and pulled Octavia’s muzzle against the shaft, where she took a deep sniff as the scent of her fluids heightened her arousal. “Mmm.. very nice.”

Following Vinyl’s lead, Octavia released her tongue, the pair criss crossing over the stallion, whose hooves were now pressing firmer against them. Too soon for Baen did the mares have to stop, barely standing above him as their legs shook, and then they both let out a whine as he pulled away. Octavia then turned around with a growl as she spun Baen so he was properly on the bed, plopping herself firmly on his stomach. “And where do you think you’re going, hmm? Vinyl, here now.”

The unicorn didn’t need to be told twice, sitting opposite Octavia on Baen’s chest, but facing away from him. He could still see both of them, his eyes going wide as they pressed into a passionate kiss. Slowly, their bodies began to slide down his, Vinyl’s rear legs keeping his forehooves pinned to the bed as her tail lifted, sending her scent right into Baen’s nose.

He heard a moan and felt warmth on his dick as Octavia took him inside her once more, the tip of his muzzle brushing against Vinyl’s ass cheeks, until her marehood was settled on top of his face. She giggled as he blew warm air over her wetness, then she let out a loud moan as he slipped his tongue into her slit, Octavia silencing her by leaning into a passionate kiss.

Baen was powerless to stop them as they used him for their own pleasure, Vinyl was the first to break nearly ten minutes later with a loud scream, her walls clenching around his tongue as she came hard, squirting her juices into Baen’s open and waiting mouth. Octavia followed a few minutes later, Baen feeling his fur around his crotch getting even wetter as her fluids slid down his shaft. He gave a small whine of disappointment when the earth pony climbed from him, but he was quieted down when she switched places with Vinyl, Octavia’s nectar dripping onto Baen’s face.

He wasn’t given an option of choice as Octavia lowered her rump to his muzzle and Vinyl’s warmth wrapped around his cock, so the trio just resumed their assigned tasks, of which Baen now knew his; to keep one mare aroused whilst the other used him, something he didn’t really mind. It seemed Octavia had a different idea in mind to keep him in place, and unlike Vinyl, she had her legs squeezing firm enough around Baen’s head to ensure no movement at all.

The stallion began to wonder if he had a magic tongue as Octavia reached orgasm first this time around, and like clockwork, Vinyl followed a few moments later. The two mares fell from him in a panting heap, leaving Baen blinking up at the ceiling in confusion; how could they not let him finish? Giving a shrug, he sat up and saw their tails flicking around, then gave a small chuckle.

First he moved Vinyl, who whimpered slightly, to the headboard and propped her up with her rear legs wide, leaving her on display. Next was Octavia, who he placed facing Vinyl, and he stood behind her. There was a loud moan of surprise from the cellist as Baen roughly thrust into her, pushing her forward so that her snout was pressed firmly against Vinyl’s lower lips. The two stared at each other for a few moments, then the unicorn shrugged and reached down a hoof , pressing Octavia deeper against her pussy.

The grey furred mare wrapped her forehooves around the firm white thighs on either side of her head and stuck her tongue deep within the moist hole in front of her whilst the stallion pressing down some of his weight onto her slammed his cock into her repeatedly, both mares very vocal with their pleasure. Octavia felt Vinyl’s legs tense, keeping her mouth open as the unicorn screamed and released a stream of her love honey, which the earth pony mare eagerly lapped up. She followed a few moments later, her walls trying to coax Baen to release as they squeezed hard, but it seemed he wasn’t finished with them yet.

Slipping out of Octavia, it was a simple matter for Baen to move the two panting mares, swapping their places on the bed. Vinyl gave a giggle and dropped her head lower than Octavia’s had been, the cellist frowning at the DJ in confusion. Her eyes shot wide as Baen forced his way into Vinyl’s tight hole, which pushed the white horn into Octavia’s moist cavern. She knew that stimulating a unicorn’s horn caused a tingly feeling on her tongue, and sure enough, after a few small thrusts, small electrical charges began to tickle her from inside out.

As the two mares shared this interaction, Baen stayed still and watched with a cocked head, then gave shrug and starting to slam his cock in and out of Vinyl, his forehooves placed firmly upon her rump. He still hadn’t decided which mare would get his gift, and planned to keep going until one of them took charge or they were a quivering pile of limbs.

He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, but paused as he heard Vinyl’s muffled scream of pleasure, the stallion cocking his head as he stared into Octavia’s eyes, which were glowing with the same blue aura of Vinyl’s magic, the earth pony mare’s mouth hanging open. The glow began to fade as Vinyl calmed down, both mares slumping to the mattress and panting heavily. Giving a shrug, Baen went to head into the bathroom to take care of his needs, but was surprised by both mares pulling him between them.

Laying on his back, they moved his forehooves behind his head and slowly slid down his body, giggling all the way. They reached for each other and pressed into a passionate kiss, interlocking their rear legs together over his crotch, his cock being pressed between their lower lips. Starting slowly at first, Vinyl and Octavia rocked their hips so that his shaft was massaged by their movements, gaining speed quickly until they felt him throb violently, breaking apart as he released his seed, strong enough to hit their muzzles and splash on their chests.

Falling limp with a groan, Baen lay on the mattress with half lidded eyes, not paying much attention as the mares climbing from the bed. When they returned twenty minutes later he was still in the same position, so they slid their now clean bodies next to him and pulled the covers up, their heads resting upon his shoulders. Octavia gave a small giggle and reached across, Baen laying her hoof on Vinyl’s. “That was much better than ‘dibs’, don’t you think?”

“Oh yeah, certainly was, Tavi. And damn, your tongue!”

“Thank you. I must say, that was new with your horn. Perhaps we should treat our guest in such a way again?”

“Ugh…” The two mares craned their heads up and stared at each other as the stallion between them just mumbled, then they giggled and kissed his cheeks, settling back down at his sides for the rest of the night.

Author's Notes:

Woohoo, the first of possibly two threesomes! Please hold all requests for his next match, as their is a list!

Now you can see why he was a little confused at first!