Vinyl Scratch has been with, let's say, a good number of ponies. Most had some idea of what they were getting into when they were finally in bed with her. Or on a sofa. Or in a broom closet. Or a pool. Or a changing room. Or a deserted grocery store aisle. Or...

When they were at all available while Vinyl was horny.

She was used to surprise. She was an unusual case after all. Excitement often followed. Maybe some uncertainty. On occasion there'd be a moment of revulsion. As though she'd tricked them. Though, Vinyl could usually change their minds before the night was over.

Regardless, Vinyl had some idea of what to expect when Sweetie and Button stripped off her shorts.

She did not expect an honest to goodness "holy moly".

Their hands still hung onto her now pointless bottoms while their jaws hung wide open. Between them, already standing tall, was Vinyl's lengthy electric blue cock.

"Much better," Vinyl sighed, leaning her head back. "Y'know, if I wasn't seeing you two, those would'a been off the second I got in here."

They didn't seem to mind that notion. Or rather, they didn't seem to hear her at all.

Vinyl continued. "So what's the verdict? Was it everything you hoped for? Or did we somehow misunderstand each other this whole time?"

Sweetie slowly covered her mouth with her free hand. "You're so..."

"Blue," Button finished for her. Then he noticed his own free hand about to wrap around the newly exposed rod and froze. "Uh."

Vinyl was far too busy wriggling her brow to object. "Someone's getting bold. I don't mind, but you should probably ask your g-"

Her words caught in her throat as she felt something else on her. She and Button turned their attention downward to find Sweetie on her knees before them, planting her lips on the tip of Vinyl's cock.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, squirming as she felt Sweetie's tongue on her crown. "That's...we really doing this?"

Button glanced first at Vinyl's twisting expression then at Sweetie's almost serene face. Emboldened, he leaned forward and joined his girlfriend on the floor.

The real thing still surprised him even after he'd watched that video so many times. He was right before. She was very blue. It matched the some of the darker streaks in her mane, as did the sack just below.

Equally surprising was the size. Some of the noises in that video suddenly made a lot more sense. He was sure it was bigger than his, the tower of smooth flesh reaching well over his head in this position. Maybe not monstrous, but big enough to live up to the hype of most hyperbolic porn titles. He swallowed.

There was a little bit of envy flowing through him. However, it wasn't for the owner of the cock he'd just scrutinized. Rather, it was for his girlfriend who'd gotten a head start on tasting it.

He closed his eyes and allowed his tongue to fall onto her shaft. The taste wasn't anything unique. Just the flavor of someone who'd been moving around all night. It was more the distinct inhale from above that goaded him on.

Button dragged himself upward, feeling the faint bumps of veins along her length. For a second, he thought he felt her throbbing already. Then he realized it was his own pounding heart.

He was panting. The intensity of the situation had gotten to him already. You're licking a dick! he thought. Vinyl Scratch has a dick and you're licking it!

Button's tongue registered the ridges along her tip and he froze. Maybe going down on a mare he just met was a little weird. Even though he'd spent an embarrassing amount of time scouring the web for confirmation of said mare's junk, he hadn't quite made peace with the whole sexuality question. The penis on his tongue didn't make that any clearer, oddly enough.

Then his eyes opened and locked onto Sweetie's. Half lidded, half vacant, filled with similar uncertainty. He was sure he looked about the same. They shared a moment of wordless, panting telepathy before reaching an agreement.

Their lips met, tongues swapping what remained of Vinyl's flavor in their mouths. Then they surrounded Vinyl once again, not quite able to fit her member between them without separating. They made do by alternating between one another and Vinyl's cock, pumping it with their hands all the while.

If Vinyl were to sit down and really think about it, she probably couldn't name even a fraction of the ponies who'd sucked her off. Your average groupie isn't usually too concerned with proper introductions. With all that experience, you could say she was a bit hard to impress, if easy to please. That she currently wasn't balls deep in somepony's throat right now didn't place this session too far up the ranking.

That being said, the sight of a young couple slobbering all over her dick was one she planned to remember well and often.

"That's fuckin' beautiful," she sighed, relishing her fans' enthusiasm as much as their mouths. "You do this for anyone else? Or am I just that lucky?"

They didn't answer. They were dead to the world as they spit-shined her shaft. Vinyl left them to it until her cock sported a nice slippery coating.

Button felt a tingling force envelop his head and force him to his feet. Now standing, he and his girlfriend snapped out of their stupor to pout at a smiling Vinyl.

"That felt good, you two. But I don't wanna ruin any clothes tonight." The light on her horn faded and she started to tug up on her tank top. "Plus, don't you think it's getting a little hot in here?"

Luckily Vinyl's guests were lust drunk enough to pick up on her redundant invitations to get naked. After a quick visual confirmation with one another, they set about tearing off their clothes.

Vinyl, now sans a top, watched the two clumsily strip. The stallion got his shirt off first, revealing a bit more tone than she was expecting. He might not have invested much in lifting yet, but the dude definitely knew how to do a sit up. She could see herself on either end of a body like that.

And not one meter over from that little morsel, Vinyl found Sweetie revealing a little more of her slender figure. She could almost make out ribs under her comparatively modest chest. Vinyl simultaneously wanted to lick her all over and get her some ice cream. No, both. Both would be hotter.

Ogling her now topless fans fired up the DJ's imagination. She pictured the stallion coming up behind Sweetie, his hands exploring her body with barely restrained hunger. How he could probably bend her any way he wanted while she stared back at him with those big green eyes. How she'd squeak and moan and...

Before Vinyl realized it, she was upon them, living out a rendition of that fantasy still running through her mind.

Her left hand latched onto Button's rear end, another part of him she found to be pleasantly firm even through his jeans. He momentarily tensed up at being goosed, stumbling into her grasp. But he melted as soon as his face fell onto her breast.

Sweetie fared similarly at the assault, letting out a small "Eep!" at the hand slithering into her pants. Though Vinyl preferred a little more meat or muscle on her butts, a quivering, topless mare on her arm was worth enough on its own.

"Mmm. Is all this for me?" Vinyl purred, admiring the reactions of her newly captured prey.

They looked up at her with matching mixtures of fear and anticipation, both failing to form any meaningful sounds.

"Stop me if I'm going too fast, but I'm getting some good vibes from you two. And as much as I'd like to watch those cute mouths of yours go to work..." Vinyl sashayed her hips, making sure she grazed both of their sides with her dick. "...I've got something a little more mutual in mind."

Sweetie swallowed hard, once again finding her words first. "Y-you mean-"

"I mean I wanna fuck you silly, Sweetie," she finished for her. "You too," she added, turning to Button.

In addition to the trembling, she was fairly certain she could feel their heartbeats on her. Like she'd just cornered a couple of frightened rabbits. But, with any luck, they'd be horny rabbits too.

"But I'm not into bein' a homewrecker," Vinyl continued. "If anypony's got a problem with this then now's the time to-"

They'd been trained well since entering this room. Good things happen if you take the initiative and just grab what you want. Which would explain why the DJ suddenly found two mismatched pairs of hands on her shaft and on her ass. Their faces contorted in shoddy attempts at seduction, poorly hiding their remaining fears. However, Vinyl saw enough hunger in their eyes to keep things going.

"So fucking cool," she murmured, closing her eyes and firing up a couple of her favorite spells.

There were two flashes of light in total. Following the first, Sweetie's and Button's remaining clothes appeared neatly folded on the floor behind them. They registered the hands now resting on their nude bottoms and had just enough time to wonder why she was letting them strip by hand before the second flash blinded them again.

Following that one, nothing changed save for their postures. Both Sweetie and Button tensed up anew as they felt unexpected tingling and wetness in unexpected places.

"Just making sure we're all clean and ready," Vinyl assured them.

That didn't put the stallion at ease. "So why did I need that?"

"The spell doesn't discriminate," she answered. Then she leaned in closer to his face. "Neither do I."

He gulped, imagining just what that entailed as her erection twitched in his hand.

Having teased him enough, Vinyl let go of the poor stallion's ass. However, her free hand now moved to Sweetie, drawing another yelp from her.

"Let's move this somewhere a little more comfortable, eh?" Vinyl suggested, sliding the coffee table away in her magic. Without waiting for an answer, she bore down on the smaller mare, pulling her in tighter and sandwiching her member between their abdomens.

Fresh out of boldness, Sweetie stepped back. Vinyl, however, held firm and matched her step. They continued their awkward samba until Sweetie tripped over the sofa, landing heavily on the cushions with a grunt. She blinked and found Vinyl kneeling before her spread legs, licking her lips.

Sweetie instinctively tried to bring her knees together, but found a magical grip propping them up.

"Just gonna get a little taste of ya, Sweetie," Vinyl said, letting her tongue fall out of her mouth.

Sweetie gasped again at the length of one of the DJ's parts as it pressed against her exposed lower lips. Her hands hid her face while Vinyl's tongue threatened to set her off. However, it laid flat against her as it dragged upwards, only teasing at her sensitive spots.

True to her words, Vinyl was definitely getting a taste on her glacial journey to Sweetie's navel. Only a slight squeak escaped her lips by the time Vinyl had reached her abdomen. Once there, Vinyl pulled back and stared at Sweetie's eyes peeking through her fingers.

"So sweet, baby," she purred. "Sorry I can't spend more time down there. I don't wanna keep anypony waiting."

Then her mouth returned to Sweetie's belly, kissing and licking her way upwards while her hands pushed the younger unicorn's legs higher and higher. Sweetie squirmed at the tickling sensation on her stomach and then squirmed some more when Vinyl latched onto one of her breasts.

Part of Sweetie wondered why the mare with the far bigger chest was playing with hers. That part was silenced when Vinyl's mouth crept upward. First to her collarbone. And then...

"You're pretty flexible," Vinyl remarked, pulling back to admire the state of her prey.

"Y-yeah..." Sweetie breathed, half relieved and half disappointed.

She let her hands fall to her chest, fists bundled up not unlike her nerves. She found her knees pinned to either side of her head, ankles somewhere above. Though a pair of massive white tits were blocking her view, she could feel something else of Vinyl's resting against her body, stretching farther up her torso than she cared to picture in her mind.

"Wow," Button said dumbly.

Sweetie pulled her attention from Vinyl's various distractions to her boyfriend. He was a few steps behind Vinyl, craning his neck to watch with nothing but wide eyes and an erection. It occurred to her that this position was compromising in more ways than one and she felt the beginnings of panic. Then Vinyl looked back at him too.

"Yo Button!" she called. "Pretty uncool of you keeping a couple of sexy mares waiting like this. Get your ass over here or we're done."

He blinked, his mouth not even trying to form words. "Ah-ah..."

"Your boy's a little slow on the uptake, Sweetie," Vinyl muttered. Then she conjured a magical smack on his ass.

Button yelped and stumbled forward, hands finding purchase on Vinyl's hips to steady himself.

"Much better," she sighed, curling her tail around his waist.

"W-what are you-?"

"I don't do cuckshit, dude. It's lame. So if I'm gonna fuck your girl, you're gonna fuck me." She emphasized her last word with a buck of her hips, grinding into Button's pelvis.

His eyes couldn't open much wider, but they tried anyway. Slowly coming to similar conclusions, he locked eyes with his girlfriend on the other end of their shared partner. After they shared some nonverbal permissions, Vinyl felt two strong hands grab at her ass in earnest.

"Ooh. Looks like we're finally ready." Vinyl licked her lips and lined herself up with Sweetie. "Good. You have no idea how horny I am right now."

Actually, Sweetie had a pretty good idea. She gasped as said horn prodded at her entrance. Her eyes squeezed shut as the pressure mounted behind it but failed to break through.

Vinyl's lips brushed against hers. "Don't worry, baby," she whispered. "I'll take care of you."

She gasped into Vinyl's mouth as it closed around hers. She felt a tongue invade her mouth, effortlessly wrestling hers into submission. And in that moment, she let the head of Viny's cock inside of her.

And that's as far as she got. Though friction was no issue thanks to her spell, Vinyl felt a great deal of resistance when she kept pushing.

"Mmph!" Sweetie moaned at the sudden penetration, tensing right back up. Vinyl moaned right along with her as Button hesitantly followed her lead.

Vinyl lingered in Sweetie's mouth for some time, savoring her muffled vocalizations. Holding herself back took a great deal of restraint, especially with such a pliant partner. Though she'd have no trouble forcing her way in, her vast experience told her she had a little more work to do before she could make this particular mare sing.

"You're..." Sweetie squeaked daintily when Vinyl freed her mouth. "You're really big."

"Aw, thanks Sweetie. Your BF's no slouch either, ya know." She rocked her hips lightly, pushing and tugging at Sweetie's grip. She felt Button do the same, still sluggishly thrusting the first inch of his own length. "When you two go at it, do you do it all gentle like this?"

Sweetie panted, having trouble focusing on dirty talk while a celebrity was splitting her open. "I-I..."

"Mmm, no way. I can feel it in both of ya. You want it a lot harder than this."

The younger unicorn hid her eyes, but still managed a nod.

"You wanna get pinned to the wall, right? How does he do it?"

"H-he..."

"He eases into you, yeah? Makes sure you're nice and worked up before you take it?"

Vinyl acted out what she described, letting herself sink into Sweetie at a glacial pace, savoring the wet warmth gradually surrounding her cock.

The mare offered a reluctant affirmative, but Vinyl already knew. The stallion in question was doing the same to her, his tightening grip on her ass betraying his desires.

"I'm usually more of a '0 to 100' girl myself," Vinyl said, playfully grinning back at her other lover. "But I can get behind a stallion who'll give it to me all romantic like this. Or let him get behind me."

Button was only half listening. His mind was at war with two opposing but currently allied instincts. Vinyl was well endowed. He knew that the moment he saw her picture on an album. But seeing the mass of soft, bouncy flesh swallowing his cock was something else. It almost resembled Sweetie if he ignored the blue tail and the massive size. He'd already let himself begin kneading at her butt, noting a pleasant jiggle with every movement. A primal male urge inside of him wanted to plow into her. Squeeze her tighter, pull her close, and let loose.

But he'd learned that lesson after one clumsy first time. He had to know his own strength and when to use it. Where to use it. He wasn't about to betray those lessons now. Not in front of a guest so to speak.

But none of that mattered. Because he was fucking Vinyl Scratch right now. The same Vinyl Scratch who was currently using her big fat dick to fuck Sweetie. If he'd ever had a fantasy like this before, it would have set him off immediately. He would have to go slower than slow if he wanted to last.

"Wake up, stud," Vinyl called to him, snapping him out of his stupor with another magical spank. "I thought we were trying to match paces. I'm almost hilted here."

Her tail pulled at his waist, not quite moving him as much as it convinced him to move.

"Thaaat's it Button," she moaned, likely for his benefit. "You won't break me. I can take it."

He shuddered as the rest of his cock disappeared into her far too welcoming embrace. He noted the sensation of his sack colliding with hers and decided he could question what that meant for his sexuality later.

When his hips finally collided with her ass, he fell forward a little more as she delivered the last of her own length to Sweetie. A chorus of satisfied moans greeted his ears as he rested against Vinyl's back.

Moans, breaths, heartbeats. Sounds assaulted his senses while he tried to take his break. When he peered over Vinyl's shoulder, he found Sweetie staring back at him. Panting, blushing, weakly smiling. He managed a smile back.

"'kay?" he asked.

His girlfriend nodded. "Mhm."

"Hey Button," Vinyl chimed in. "I think your girl wants it a little rougher. Mind giving me a hand?"

Sweetie swallowed and nodded at him. With that, the voices in his head simplified their demands. Something to the effect of "fuck 'em real good". His own stamina faded to the back of his mind.

He pulled back, Vinyl's walls reluctant to let him go. Vinyl did the same. With maybe a quarter of his cock freed, he plunged himself and Vinyl back inside their respective partners.

There wasn't much impact in that thrust. Just the tightness slowly enveloping him again. Both mares let out satisfied sighs.

"H-harder," Sweetie instructed.

Button obliged, adding some force to his thrusts. Two offset wet slaps greeted his ears with each stroke as Vinyl transferred every one of his movements to Sweetie.

"More," commanded Vinyl this time.

He pulled out farther and rammed back in, finding a new appreciation for just how much cushion Vinyl had for the pushin'. Even after feeling the impact of his hips against Vinyl's rear end, he felt like he could press into her even farther. Like she could swallow him up if he let her.

They continued like that, Sweetie and Vinyl continuing to alternately moan and bark out orders until Button hit a comfortable stride.

Vinyl recalled thinking about her favorite sounds earlier and decided she may have been wrong. Roaring crowds were great, but the soft gasps and grunts that currently surrounded her took the cake. Her tongue rolled out of her mouth as she relished the treatment her fans were providing.

Button still rested against her back, adding a bit of tenderness Vinyl wasn't used to from her post-concert flings. Sweetie found some strength to cling to her as well, hands resting on her shoulders. Even with their meager experience, this couple was finding ways to make this little session memorable.

Every time her hips collided with Sweetie, they both panted more hot air between them. Between that and being hugged on both sides by such strenuous activity, the situation very much resembled the heat of stage lighting. This was a little more fun though.

Vinyl soon found she didn't even need to move her own hips. That work encouraging Button was paying off, his long firm strokes more than enough to drive her in and out of his girlfriend. The DJ relaxed and fell further into Sweetie, landing muzzle to muzzle with her. Their eyes met, but Vinyl had a feeling the younger unicorn was looking through her.

There's something nice about watching a girl lose her mind. Her face twists, her tongue falls out, you get to hear all sorts of wonderful noises. It's a good time when you give somepony a good time.

But, while Vinyl was enjoying those signs in Sweetie, she recognized a couple in herself as well. That, and she felt a familiar tightness inside her that swelled every time Button slammed them both home. She was as close as either of them, if not closer.

"Fuck," she breathed, heaving herself out of her sex-induced stupor. She could accept finishing before the stallion behind her. He'd probably appreciate it. However, blowing before her mare went against her bedroom pride.

That being said, Vinyl was at a disadvantage here. Through dumb luck or quick learning, Button was hitting all the right spots. Then there was Sweetie's welcoming tightness threatening to milk her for all she was worth. She'd have to apply some pressure of her own to recover some ground.

Sweetie vaguely registered a purple glow by her eyes before she was struck by lightning. All the air promptly left her lungs as something caressed and pinched her just above Vinyl's still-thrusting member.

"Ya like that, Sweetie?" Vinyl panted, still managing a cocky grin despite her encroaching climax. "Lemme know when I hit the spot, 'kay?"

That question was just a formality. Vinyl had made enough mares squeal with that spell to know what she was doing. Plus, Sweetie's entire body tensing up was answer enough.

"Ahh! Nngh!" Sweetie cried, hands clenching on Vinyl's shoulders.

"Unicorns love that one," Vinyl said, feeling Sweetie inch closer to the edge with every magical squeeze. "The trick is to get their magic flowing while you're working the clit. Makes everything sensitive."

Sweetie wasn't in much of a position to appreciate the lesson. Her unfocused gaze blurred even further and her horn emitted some sparks of its own without her input.

Button slowed his thrusts, admiring the flickering green glow that joined Vinyl's. "Woah. How'd you do that?"

Vinyl sighed in relief now that Button stopped draining her stamina. "Why? Enjoying the fireworks?"

"A little..."

"Sorry dude. Gotta have a horn for this trick."

He frowned and mumbled something about magic, resuming his initial speed.

"If it makes you feel any better, Sweetie's still hanging on." Vinyl moved some magic to Sweetie's legs to free her hands. She gently held Sweetie's cheeks and leaned in for another kiss.

There was no control to wrestle from her this time. Sweetie's tongue moved exactly where Vinyl's told it to. Only the occasional weak moan escaped her while Vinyl sampled her mouth once again.

When they parted, Vinyl was sure to leave a strand of saliva between them and moved to the side to show Button. "You probably know what makes her tick. Got any tips to set her off?"

The stallion's eyes had glazed over at the show, his idle humping the only indication he was conscious. But he awoke once he realized Vinyl's provocative expression was directed at him.

"You- ngh," he grunted, finding himself a little overstimulated as well. "You gotta bite her neck."

"Is that right?" Vinyl asked, turning back to Sweetie with even hungrier eyes. "I had a feeling."

Sweetie, meanwhile, had regained a shred of her awareness. Enough to realize she was about to be ravished even further. She defensively raised her shoulders and lowered her head, but Vinyl's hands had no trouble prying her open. The DJ bared her teeth, revealing a couple sharp ones a nearly-fucked-silly pony might mistake for fangs.

"W-wai-ah!" Sweetie faltered in her half-hearted protest as her boyfriend drove Vinyl's dick inside her again.

"Nuh-uh," Vinyl chastised, licking her lips. "I'm gonna finish you off. Really scream for me, 'kay?"

Vinyl pulled her hips back, leaving most of her cock outside of Sweetie. Button halted his movements as well, Vinyl's tail holding him in place.

She tentatively brought her mouth to Sweetie's neck and immediately felt her shiver.

"Noo!" Sweetie mewled while paradoxically tightening her hold on Vinyl's shoulders.

Vinyl was unperturbed and let her tongue fall onto her prey, humming in satisfaction at Sweetie's continued squirming. Then, in one swift movement, she hammered her hips forward and sank her teeth into Sweetie's neck.

Button's tired stare was the last thing she saw before her eyes rolled back. Her fingers dug into Vinyl, her toes curled, and all the air in her lungs escaped in a ragged, sobbing moan. Some final sparks flew off of her horn before the glow flickered and faded.

Though Vinyl lamented not being able to see her face, there were plenty of other sensations to relish. That beautiful moaning. The delicious pain of fingers raking across her back. How she could feel every one of the cumming mare's gasps through her teeth. And with her objective completed, Vinyl could afford the toll on her stamina that was Sweetie's own spasming sex.

"Mmm," Vinyl hummed, still suckling lightly on the other mare's neck. She had been careful not to draw blood, but a little hickey couldn't hurt. Maybe she should lean into that vampire rumor some more.

Button continued to guide her with measured, shallow thrusts into his girlfriend. This must have been how Sweetie preferred to ride out her orgasms.

Vinyl pulled herself off of Sweetie's neck to get a better look at her. Her arms fell to her sides when Vinyl moved away. Her eyes had closed now and her mouth hung open as limp as the rest of her. Her chest heaved dramatically with every labored breath, her stomach sucking in and out rhythmically. Vinyl felt a similar rhythm squeezing her shaft.

"Damn. He's got you down to a science, huh?"

No one answered her. Only the ragged panting of two horny ponies met her ears. Three if she counted herself.

Then the one behind her got louder and a couple of strong hands started crawling up to her chest.

"Gettin' close, Button?" she asked, stifling a sharp inhale as one of his hands groped her with uncharacteristic boldness. "Me too."

That was some relief to the stallion. With Sweetie taken care of, he was rapidly losing his composure. He could already feel his movements growing quicker and more desperate as his body melted further into hers.

"Nngh," Vinyl grunted. "Fuck, dude. If you keep that up, I'm gonna creampie your girl." Her head tilted back until she was cheek to cheek with him. "That alright?"

Vinyl winced. That sounded a lot sexier in her head. The last thing she wanted to do was question their willingness to swing after this many points of no return.

A different, far less pleasurable tightness in her gut formed when she felt Button slow down. With his face hidden beside her, her imagination had nothing but silence to work with.

Sweetie had opened her eyes at some point, staring at Button for another wordless exchange. However, Vinyl could glean nothing from her blank expression.

Shit, she thought. And despite this doubt, her libido kept moving. Even with both of her partners completely stationary, she still felt a potentially embarrassing climax approaching.

"Uh, I mean-" she began. Then she noticed one of Sweetie's hands outstretched, clutching at Button's. The same one that had been squeezing her chest moments before.

"Button..." Sweetie whispered.

The stallion sighed next to Vinyl, fully halting his thrusts. His hand disappeared from her view.

"Dude I, uh, I didn't mean to-"

Vinyl's apology disappeared into a sharp exhale as Button slammed his hips forward. If she didn't have so much padding back there, he might have left a bruise. The force of his thrust instantly plunged her back into Sweetie, drawing surprised yelps from both of them.

Well, from Sweetie at least. Vinyl kept quiet on account of the hand wrapped around her neck.

His voice rumbled in her ear. Low. Strong. Far more confident than his demeanor would suggest.

"You're going to give her everything you've got," he growled, his other hand gripping the base of her tail. "Understand?"

Vinyl gurgled, her body contorting uncomfortably in Button's iron grip. Well, as uncomfortable as she could be this close to orgasm. His hold on her neck loosened enough to let her suck in some air. "W-whatever you say, stud," she sputtered.

She had no choice but to keep that promise. In just one more movement of his hips, Button disintegrated the last of her stamina and then some. The heavy impact of his thrust hadn't yet rippled through Vinyl's ass before the next one hit.

She didn't go over the proverbial edge so much as she launched past it, memories of alleged edges a distant memory as she flew into orbit. She floated there, frozen in time, momentarily numb to the torrent of sensations coursing through her. Then she felt something dribbling out of her.

Warmth bloomed in Sweetie's core in time with Button's thrusts. Each movement milked out more of Vinyl's climax until that warmth turned into overwhelming heat. In the back of her mind, Sweetie marveled at the sheer volume of it if she could feel this much heat already.

Then Vinyl finally started throbbing.

"Wuh-!" Sweetie gasped as the massive pole inside her grew even thicker. It bucked wildly, almost painfully in her depths. The noises that escaped her mouth were as confused as they were ecstatic.

"C-cum-ngh!" Vinyl warned just a tad late, her words cut short by Button's rapid pounding.

Sweetie could tell. With Vinyl's tits no longer dominating her vision, Sweetie finally had a chance to see lower than her own chest. To her mild horror, her stomach sported a sizable bulge that pulsed every time Button ground Vinyl into her. As though it were the heartbeat of a cornered animal. And with each pulse, that bulge grew.

She watched the DJ's face melt into a shameless, horny mess as she let out something between a giggle and a full-throated moan. Every part of her that wasn't currently fucking somepony went completely limp, Button's hands the only things keeping her from collapsing onto Sweetie.

Button's movements dragged a small fraction of Vinyl's length in and out of his girlfriend, stirring up the expanding bulge in her belly and spewing out streams of Vinyl's load between them. Through sympathetic pleasure or the mere fact that their session was not over, Sweetie felt the aftershocks of her climax quaking through her anew.

Vinyl's gut showed its own signs of stretching. Just above where the two mares' bodies met, Sweetie could watch the outline of her boyfriend's cock as it thrashed about inside their shared lover. Even now, she could recognize that pattern. Vinyl was done for.

They both fell forward, Button abandoning his remaining self-control and returning his hands to Vinyl's chest. As he groped her hungrily and clumsily, his mouth found her neck just as he'd normally do to Sweetie.

Vinyl felt him everywhere. His teeth and breath on her neck like a wild animal. His immobilizing arms feeling up wherever they pleased. His cock recklessly carving into her. A lot like her fantasy from earlier, actually. He was in control.

Or maybe not. His next grunt was more of a gasp, marking the end of his rapid thrusts. His chin fell onto Vinyl's shoulder, letting out shallow breaths in time with his throbbing cock. Despite her ongoing climax, Vinyl's well-trained instincts could tell. He'd already careened over the edge.

And Vinyl was all to happy to hear it. Beset on both sides by quivering, panting, sexy ponies. Warmth from Button's load beginning to trickle into her, what remained of her own dribbling into Sweetie. That was a good night by her standards.

The sensitivity had grown unbearable. With every twitch, Button felt like his legs would buckle. But the pleasure was too great to stop his hips. His breaths grew into groans while his spilled his load into Vinyl.

Though he'd finished last, Button's climax began to wane first. It was only natural. Normal ponies didn't cum for minutes or produce quite as much as freaks like Vinyl. Still, he thrust his hips a couple more times to coax out the last throbs of his orgasm.

Vinyl took note of the weakening pulses. They didn't quite match the rhythm of Sweetie's or her own, much to her neurotic disappointment. She preferred a nice, synchronized end to her fuckings. Like a final sharp note to finish off a set. A climax. That's what she needed in order to marry her two great loves: music and sex.

That would be an unreasonable demand, of course. Sex couldn't be manipulated into a song so easily.

Then why not change the song?

"Oh," Vinyl groaned, using the last of her awareness to commit that piece of deranged inspiration to memory. With that, she turned into dead weight between her lovers.

They were still for some time, ecstasy giving way to catharsis. The only movements were the rise and fall of their chests and the slow flow of fluids where their crotches met.

Being in the least restful position, Button stirred first. He reluctantly dragged his hands out from between two soft white chests and dismounted from Vinyl. Cool air assaulted his crotch as they separated.

Before she could fall, Button hauled the DJ off of his girlfriend. He could hear a soft squelching sound as they pulled away, with Sweetie offering a quiet grunt. Vinyl was somehow still hard. The stallion did his best to position her comfortably on the sofa, but her limp body tipped over the moment his hands left her. It'd have to do.

Button collapsed onto the sofa between them, spent in more ways than one. He spared a moment to breathe and blink at the dim lights overhead. Then his right hand reached Sweetie's shoulder and pulled her closer.

"You okay?" he asked, grabbing one of her hands.

She hadn't the strength to reciprocate that gesture just yet, but she managed a nod against his chest. "Mhm."

She made for quite the sight, legs still spread and gut distended as though several months into a pregnancy. She wore a barely distinguishable white stain just about everywhere below the belt, not that Button had fared much better there. Even her impeccably kept mane had a few curls out of place.

Oddly enough, the night's ordeal had no effect on her makeup. One can only imagine how mares maintain their war paint.

"Wow," she breathed, visibly fighting the urge to nod off.

"Yeah," Button agreed vaguely.

"Fuck," came another voice beside them.

Vinyl seemed to have nearly fallen over the armrest, nothing but her generous behind visible when her two tired companions followed the sound.

They frowned, perhaps hoping for less crass language in their afterglow. But Vinyl wasn't paying much attention. Her body shifted as though struggling with something.

"Hey, could you two lift your legs up real quick?"

Her voice carried little of the fatigue the two were feeling, convincing them to obey. The moment their feet left the floor, they heard Vinyl grunt right before a sharp click from below.

Their seats burst upward, launching them into the air. Button instinctively gathered Sweetie into his arms while the other unicorn let out little more than a nonchalant "Hup!". They landed heavily on their asses, the impact particularly uncomfortable for Sweetie and her new luggage.

"Ow," Button grumbled, having valiantly but uselessly broken Sweetie's fall onto a soft mattress. "What did you-"

"Pullout couch," Vinyl interrupted. "Or pop-out, I guess. I make sure all my dressing rooms have 'em. Pretty convenient for, you know, this," she said, gesturing at her naked form.

Vinyl's guests blinked at their apparently revitalized host and the transformed furniture, then collapsed onto their backs. Sweetie nestled into Button's shoulder and drew his arm around her waist.

"So why didn't you do this before?" the stallion asked.

She shrugged. "Felt like a little standing action. Why? You got some laying down positions for me?"

"I meant-"

"'Cuz I'm always open for suggestions. You college kids are always coming up with cool new shit."

"How are you not tired?"

Button would receive nothing but a shrug for that question. He watched a couple of water bottles float above his head and followed one to Vinyl, who uncapped it and started gulping it down. He snatched the other out of the air and offered some to his partner before pouring the rest into his own mouth.

As he listened to Sweetie's steady breathing beside him, he felt himself drifting off. That is, until he felt a couple of hands grabbing his free arm.

"Make some room," Vinyl said, trying to slip under his arm.

"H-hey!"

"C'mon. You two were makin' it look so comfy."

The stallion turned his head away, tensing up as she nestled closer.

"Something wrong, dude?"

"Isn't this a little weird?"

"Which part?"

Which part indeed. Surely not the heft of Vinyl's breasts pressed against him. Nor her hands wandering around his body.

He didn't answer, still not meeting her eyes. Then she turned her attention down lower and found his hand trembling above her.

"Oh for fuck's sake dude. Did you need to ask for permission earlier while we were fucking?"

"I-no, but that was-"

"Sweetie, tell your boyfriend he's allowed to grab my ass if he wants."

Sweetie only chuckled as she felt his breath catch in his throat. "Button," she teased. "After all this?"

Vinyl's magic forced his hand onto her rump despite his squeamish vocalizations. "Fucker tried to hover hand me. That's wild."

"Imagine how hard I had to try," Sweetie added, turning her gaze to a blushing, pouting Button.

"Again with the teasing," he muttered, maintaining his scowl despite the naked mares in his arms. "No matter what. There's always energy for that."

"I love you too Button," she said, nuzzling into his neck.

Button's foul mood façade melted at that gesture and he returned the nuzzle, squeezing her tighter. Meanwhile, Vinyl watched the lovers' display with a knowing smile.

"Where'd you find this guy, Sweetie?"

"The arcade" she began.

"They still have arcades?" Vinyl interrupted, confused. "You go to arcades? I can't get a read on you at all."

"Not to play anything. My friends and I were trying to find a stallion for our teacher."

"Aw, and I guess this guy didn't make the cut?"

"I think I was a little too young for Miss Cheerilee, Sweetie," Button added.

"Maybe," Sweetie hummed. "Or maybe I just wanted you for myself."

Vinyl missed that little exchange, too busy groping the stallion's subtle muscles. "Maybe I should start playing video games."

Button tried to imagine the famous musician just strolling into the local arcade and popping tokens into the Marevel cabinet. That felt a little weird. Then he remembered how Vinyl showed him her dick. And had a threesome with him and his girlfriend. That was also weird.

"I can't believe we did all this," he thought aloud.

"Really? I do this all the time."

"Have sex with your fans?"

"Fans, friends, colleagues..." she trailed off, realizing how long this list might be.

"When you say it like that, this feels a lot less special," Button joked.

"No way! You guys have no clue just how special this was," Vinyl shot back, suddenly quite serious. "I'm gettin' inspiration out the wazoo here!"

Sweetie snorted. "For the sex music?"

"For the sex music," Vinyl answered without a hint of irony.

Button nevertheless waited for a punchline that never came. "Well, glad we could help I guess."

After a moment of silence, Vinyl dragged her body against his as she shuffled upwards in his grasp. She brushed her nose against his ear and shifted the weight of her chest onto his.

"'Me too," she breathed into his ear.

With that small gesture, any composure he may have built up vanished. "W-wha-" was all he managed before something warm and hard prodded against his side. He could feel a wicked grin appear on her face.

"But we're not done yet."

I like Vinyl. I like making her say "dude".