Treble Clef nosily sipped her diet coke, distracted by the monitor in front of her. Occasionally, in the service of the Clocktower, a control room member was bound to discover a session so good, so profoundly life changing, that they couldn’t help but be a shameless voyeur for a couple of minutes.

This was one such case, as Treble watched a pair of mares going at it. One was a rugged pegasus butch that would’ve given Windy Cyclone a run for her money. The other, a petite little femme unicorn, seemed to be doing a rather good job of taking the strap-on that dangled from her partner’s midsection into her oozing cunt.

“Fuck,” Treble muttered, watching as the butch bottomed out and the femme seemed to just stiffen and transcended to some fresh and exciting level of pleasure. Some kind of bottoming nirvana, if you would.

“Something the matter?” Windy asked.

Treble looked over at her boss and suddenly became very aware of the fact that she’d just spent the last ten minutes of work watching what was essentially some very good amateur porn.

At least her hormones were doing a good job of making sure she didn’t get a stiffy and betray the fact.

“N-nothing, Windy.”

“Were you watching some ponies going at it?”

Her cheeks warmed. “Of course not!”

Windy snorted. “Not like I care. Everypony else in the office does it. Plus, it’s not like there’s anything better to do on a Tuesday. It’s slow as fuck.” She glanced over and smiled coyly. “What are you watching?”

Treble smirked and turned her monitor to face Windy. By now the butch had switched up her position, riding the poor little femme raw, her new vantage allowing her to plow into the mare with little resistance.

“Well, two mares are going absolutely ham in R-612,” she explained. “Been awhile since I’ve seen something this good.”

Windy was silent.

“Like, that butch is putting her poor femme through her paces,” Treble continued, whistling softly. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a mare turned into such a total slut so quickly in my life. How about you, boss? Think you could learn a move or two from them?”

When Treble glanced over, she noticed that Windy’s jaw was agape, her gaze seeming to go on forever into the distance.

“Something the matter, Windy?” Treble asked.

Windy flinched, brought back to the moment. A grim pain seemed to fill her eyes and flash across her complexion.

Was she… crying?

“That uh,” she mumbled. “That femme is my wife.”

Treble nodded slowly. “Oh… I uh... I didn’t realize you two were in an open relationship.”

“We’re…” Windy’s voice was hardly louder than a whisper, “uh… we’re not.”

Treble paled. “Oh.”

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