Fun comes in different shapes. Playing with your friends, games like tag, hide-n-seek. We do it as kids, really young, and we get a lot of fun from it. At least I did even though I've never had many friends. And so, we grow up and start playing more dangerous games. Football, volleyball, basketball, other sports games that require more strength, agility, and awareness.

We scale up the fun and eventually, we may come to a position I'm in. Having a popsicle deep inside the mouth and being sucked off by someone you knocked up, that sort of fun. So, the two of us could only moan. How does it feel to have a popsicle deep inside the mouth? Simple. It feels exactly as it sounds like. A bit cold, too. I think my maw is numb, too.

At any rate, you might ask where the third one is. It's simple — Moonshine's been onto a different popsicle. My long white horn. So, I was assaulted on all fronts aside from the rear. The pleasure bombardment was mutual — I didn't have magic for nothing, after all.

A hot threesome on a warm spring day... Do I need to mention that even with my alicorn strength it would be hard to shake these two fillies off? Not that I would ever want to, I'm just thinking. So, they were onto me, latching on me like hungry sharks. If sharks were sexy and not dangerous, that is. Honestly, I wouldn't put my dick in a shark. They have what, three rows of sharp teeth? One sudden movement and bye bye magical baby-making wand. Their scales are like sandpaper, too. Well, at least that's what I know about sharks. Basically, they aren't fuckable. Don't try this at home, provided that your home has a pool for sharks in the first place.

Kids, don't have sex with sharks.

My weird line of thought was halted with a screech as I felt something very familiar and very intense. I believe it's called an orgasm. After a few seconds of it, I relaxed, knowing well that the two fillies were satisfied just as I was.

"M-wah~" Night Breeze released me and licked her lips. "My neck was getting tired."

"Mh-hmm." I nodded, the popsicle still not fully melted in my mouth. I felt a drop of saliva hitting the bridge of my muzzle. I looked up and saw Moonshine, she was blushing and wiping her lips.

"Alright, time to get this thing out." the horn of the lunar unicorn glowed and the popsicle got out of my mouth with a loud pop only to disappear in hers soon after. She swallowed it whole, not forgetting to detach it from the wooden stick in its bottom. "That's some nice saliva exchange, right?"

"Ri-ight..." I wheezed out, feeling cold in my throat. I coughed a couple of times, feeling not so well in my throat. "Ow..."

"Ma~aybe it wasn't as sexy as I thought it'd be." Night Breeze apologized, blushing in embarrassment. "Sorry about that. It looked kind of sexy from the side."

"I guess..." I replied, my voice still suffering from cold.

Remember, not all things that seem sexy are actually sexy. Learn your fetishes, kids. I have quite a few myself but they are sexy for both sides.

Either way, I should be preparing for the concert. Yep, it's tonight, and I should probably practice my— oh wait, my synthesizer doesn't have pedals. Dang, can't practice on that thing. Well, there goes another point towards pipe organs. They're a sort of multi-purpose keyboards of the old. They can do brass, percussion, and wind instruments. Pretty nice, huh?

Speaking of pipes, all of us need a shower. You know the aftersex smell? Yeah, that one. And my groin's sticky. So yeah... Shower time! Without further ado, I picked up my fillyfriends and carried them to the bathroom.

"Feels good..." I remarked as Night Breeze massaged my wings. I was lying on the bed, leaving my wings revealed for the filly to do the thing with them. And it did feel good! It's like popping your knuckles or neck, it's just so relieving... Sex is sex but a massage is probably just as good and it doesn't require you to sweat to achieve results. Heck, I'm so relaxed right now I fear I will turn into an amorphous puddle of fur and purr. Especially the latter since I definitely feel like a cat being pet. Speaking of my cat, Molniya was lying at my side, her paws tapping against my side. A sort-of massage, I suppose.

That's why I like cats, they're nice!

"I did a lot of massages to my mum and bro. Your wings are different but at the base, they're pretty much the same." Night Breeze commented, not stopping the massage. "I think you also need some preening. You have quite a few feathers that are... well, they don't fit."

"How do you know that?" I asked her.

"I've read a book or two about pegasi wings. It's really interesting." she replied and then turned to Moonshine. "Would you mind preening him?"

"Uh-huh." Moonshine nodded, and with the directions from Night Breeze, started removing the wrong feathers. It feels pretty good like... I don't really know how to describe it. It's like scratching an itch you didn't know you had. It's just... amazing.

"By the way, do you know that Nox Obscura is playing tonight?" the lunar unicorn asked.

"Well..." she's in for a surprise. "We know it. I'm playing in it tonight."

For a few moments, Night Breeze was silent, staring agape at me. I was grinning from ear to ear, knowing that I hit a spot. Wait for it...

"Oh. My. Gosh." she whispered, her eyes widening. Wait for it. "That's amazing!" here it is.

"It's a one-time thing. Their organist is sick." I explained.

"So, you play pipe organ?" Night Breeze asked me, continuing the massage.

"Yeah." I nodded. "Well, good-enough for them, at least. I know a few things, I guess..." I blushed slightly. I have talents but, well, admitting them is another thing entirely. I just... I don't like it when too much attention is on me. "Just, don't tell anyone, alright?"

"No problem, the secret's safe with me." she nodded, giving me a firm squeeze. "You're a stallion of many talents, you know?"

"Yeah, I guess I am..." I replied quietly.

"You're adorable when you blush like that." Moonshine commented, and it didn't help me at all, especially after Night Breeze followed it with a giggle. I guess I'm just that... cute. At the very least, these two think so.

"So, what's your costume?" Night Breeze asked. "I doubt that they would let you preform without one."

"Yeah, I have one." I used my magic to reveal a set of clothes. Well, it's just a robe, but whatever. "I would also need some fur paint, but that's taken care of."

"Looks pretty good." the filly commented, eyeing the outfit. "Fits the theme, definitely. What about the fur paint?"

"You'll see." I answered vaguely. "I don't want to ruin the surprise."

"Alright, no probs." Night Breeze nodded. "Anyway, too much talking. Your wings need to be tended to."

Having no complains about that, I relaxed once again. Massage combined with preening was really relieving, making me feel damn good. I'm glad I have such loving fillies with me. I can say for certain that love is good.

Deep in the evening, I packed the outfit and the fur paint in a saddlebag and set for the place of the concert. I told my fillies to wait for a bit before following me. Precautions, all that. After all, the group is all about secret identities that are kept secret. The same thing as with Ghost, really. Though, I'm pretty sure that the identity of the vocalist is well-known, just not officially confirmed. After all, people tend to slip up. Besides, I've heard that Ghost do backstage interviews with no cameras, and that's when they reveal their faces.

I feel a good feeling about this. I believe that the performance will be spectacular. Since no one will know who I am (aside from the two fillies), I will feel relieved and I will play well. I call this "sunglasses effect". If someone doesn't see your eyes/face, your confidence is immensely boosted. That's the case with me, at least.

When I reached my previous school, the place of performance, someone ushered me from the side. There were a lot of ponies around, waiting for the concert to start. The pony that snatched me was dressed in a black robe, the hood of which concealed his face. Or hers... this case was really uncertain.
And so, I was led behind the stage. Ponies were preparing, putting on their own costumes and makeup (is it makeup? That is, is it the correct word for that? I don't remember). The only one who looked the same was Argentea, and she was smiling at me as I approached.

"Greetings, Flame Metal." she told me. "I believe you made your costume."

"I did." I nodded and unpacked the thing. I soon put it on, letting the mare decide whether it was good enough or not.

"Simple and yet has some beauty to it." she commented. "Well done. But I believe there is more, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I just need some time to prepare." I replied.

"Of course. You have half an hour to do so." the mare nodded and walked away to other musicians, leaving me to finish my business.

Alright, let's do it! I pulled out a large bottle of black paint and started applying it. First was the face as I turned it into a skull. I did everything carefully as not to ruin the look. Next came the rest of my body, which I didn't bother with too much. Alright, now for the mane... Also black. Red is actually a difficult color to hide since I basically need to dump a lot of paint on it to hide the fact that my mane isn't naturally black. Okay, now a simple magic trick and voila, I have different irises. The look is complete!

I suppose I'm set and ready to go. Stage performance, here I come!

Everyone clapped thunderously as the curtain rose, revealing us, the musicians. A huge drawing of an alicorn shrouded in dark robes aflame was placed at the center pf the stage. In the magic of the alicorn, a sword was clutched tightly, but the eyes of the being were full with madness and despair.

"Tonight," Argentea spoke. "We shall be witness to the fall of Laurence, the Blood Prince. He hath given his blood, his very essence to empower his subjects and bring them closer to the stars." she outstretched her hoof, gesturing at the ceiling. "His Crimson Majesty failed," she put the hoof on the floor with a loud thud. "For he had not heed the warning: Fear the Alicorn Blood. He, along with his dear subjects, paid the most awful of prices — their minds. Forsaken, alone, filled with despair, the prince hid in his grand castle. But one day... a pony came to the castle. Fighting many upon many of the mad, he opened the heavy doors. Exhausted, he entered the castle, hoping for shelter. But alas..." she hung her head and paused for a few moments. "The Prince was waiting."

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I started playing on the pipe organ, its grand and deep sound filling the entire hall as the air went through pipes. The choir sang along with the pipe organ, the voices carrying through the air, enchanting and enthralling.

Sic filii scite tibi vi sacramentum
Erit praemium sanguine sanctum
Erit praemium sanguine sanctum absconditum
Vel venio hūmānitās tendo pendēre

Sanguine sanctum.

The choir silenced, pipe organ playing alone, slowly, deeply, making shivers run down my own spine as I pressed the keys. The sound went through my body, putting me in trance as I started tilting from side to side, consumed by the music.

Honesta rete sanguinem
Expectare iste blasphemia
Es vītae ita dissimilum
Terrēs vīcerit trānem bestia

Honesta rete sanguinem
Expectare iste blasphemia
Hac mystērium obsumus
Arguam vitae ere non absolvis

Dido tuus
Timere

Dido tuus
Sanguine

Timere
Venēna scitis.

The choir silenced once again, pipe organ and strings playing together as a beautiful duo, bringing a feeling of sadness and loneliness, dark despair seeping into the very air. But it was not the end, no...

Festiva praestābere
Sanguine Sanctum
Ita venīte iste vinum
languēscendum
O, succus temero!

Brass, strings, percussion, and pipe organ joined together to deliver an suspenseful ending, and the lone bass remained, a single note sustained and the abruptly ended.

The whole crowd exploded in cheering, thunderous clapping assaulted our ears as we placed all our instruments and got together in the center of the stage. I noticed Moonshine and Night Breeze, both close together in the front row, looking at me and cheering with other ponies. Flowers flew through the air, landing on the scene as we bowed, happy for the joy we bring to these ponies. The curtains slowly closed, separating us from the crowd but the applause didn't cease even after no one could see us.

"You've done well." Argentea complimented me. "I'm looking forward to working with you in the future, if you don't mind." she extended her hoof to me.

"We'll see." I replied as I bumped her hoof, a polite smile on my face.

"And one more thing..." the mare stopped me before I could go to undress. "What does the symbol on your robe represent?"

"You will find out..." I replied mysteriously. "You will know when you do."

"Ah, a mystery! I would like to solve this one." Argentea's eyes brightened. "We will see indeed."

Things are set in motion. Soon, my plan will be realized and I shall play the music of metal!