Ever been to a baseball game and thought it'd be really cool if you caught a home run? Sure, you know it's pretty damn unlikely. But one can't help but fantasize about these things. What if there was a freak snowstorm in May and school got canceled? What if I found buried treasure on the beach with my old metal detector? What if I got to hang out with that celebrity and have sex with them? You think about it, but you know it'll never happen.

Oh wait.

In a movement too quick to comprehend, Vinyl slithered her way under Button and lifted her arms up under his. Once his mind caught up, the stallion tried in vain to twist out of the mare's hold. Though his efforts didn't earn him his freedom, he did manage to bounce pleasantly against the titanic breasts of his captor. It's important to appreciate the little things.

It's also important to appreciate big things. Big things such as the tower of blue flesh poking into his vision from between his legs.

"Wah-ah-uh-" Button stuttered, mind simultaneously racing and blank.

"Mmm?" Vinyl hummed into his ear. "Something wrong, stud?"

"What are you-?"

The stallion went stiff as Vinyl started gently lifting her hips, letting her cock glide up against his from below.

"Just thought I'd have a little more fun with one of my coolest fans," she said, adjusting her full nelson into a slightly more romantic bear hug. "You didn't think we were done, did you?"

"But we just-ah!"

"Everypony always says that and I've never understood. What's it like feeling satisfied after one shot?"

Vinyl's hands continued to feel him up while she ground her cock up against his sack. He instinctively clamped his legs together, only succeeding in pleasuring his assailant further.

"Plus you're one to talk," she continued. "You're as hard as I am."

So he was. Before the blue beast sliding between his thighs, Button's own russet-colored cock stood at attention raring to go.

"You're good, Button," she purred into his ear. "Real good. But I'd be a pretty shitty host if I didn't pay you back for that show there." She reached down and wrapped her hands around their cocks, gently stroking. "I gotta really blow your mind now."

His ear twitched. Those whispers were the loudest things he'd heard that night. His hands stretched down toward hers, but stopped short of contact.

He almost repeated himself and asked what she was doing. What she was planning. But he didn't need to. In this position, there were very few possibilities.

"Buuut," she said, dragging out her poorly chosen word. "This might be a big ask of a guy like you. So tell me."

She moved her head closer, lips brushing against his ear.

"Are you gonna let me fuck you?"

An involuntary whimper left his mouth the instant he heard those words. They crawled their way into his brain, conjuring every confusing fantasy that this mare had inspired. But he couldn't answer.

"I-ah!" he gasped.

Vinyl snickered at the flustered stallion in her arms. "Don't be so nervous Button. I'm pretty good at this, you know."

Her brag didn't exactly inspire confidence. "But I've never- ngh!"

The DJ hummed in his ear, still stroking their lengths together. "Really? No experience, huh?"

"Yes!" Button grunted emphatically, finally finishing a sentence.

"No," his girlfriend corrected.

Their eyes turned to Sweetie, waiting patiently before them with her hands in her lap. Whether it was from the brief rest or the sight of her boyfriend in an erotic submission hold, she seemed to have gotten a second wind.

Button craned his neck forward wearing an expression somewhere between embarrassment and terror. "Sweetie Belle!"

Vinyl just grinned harder. "Oh? Tell me more, Sweetie."

"He's got a toy," Sweetie said, eyes glued to the two glazed dicks in front of her. "He keeps it in a box in the closet."

The stallion's hands flew to cover his face. "Sweetie!" he whined again.

"It's also, like, the same color as yours."

Vinyl snorted. "Aw, that's sweet of you Button."

"I didn't know, okay?" he mumbled through his hands. "And I don't even really use..."

Sweetie's gaze snapped off their cocks long enough to pout at her boyfriend. "Aw. You don't?"

Button peeked through his fingers at his girlfriend's bummed look, still refusing eye contact. But he could not avoid the soft chuckle in his ear.

"Button," Vinyl chastised in a low voice. "I thought I told you we were all friends here."

His fingers closed, once again hiding his eyes from the prying mares. The feeling of lead in his gut and a celebrity's dick still rubbing against his own didn't make it much easier to think. But after a pregnant pause, he mumbled something through his hands.

"Hmm?" the DJ hummed in his ear. "What was that?"

"I..."

"You what?"

"I used it..."

Sweetie cheered as Vinyl nuzzled his cheek. "Attaboy! Doesn't it feel nice to let that one out?"

There, as vulnerable as he'd ever been, admitting to deep secrets that his girlfriend apparently already knew, Button couldn't quite say he felt "nice".

And despite all that inner turmoil, Vinyl continued to rub their dicks together. "Look dude. I won't make you say it out loud this time. But if you wanna feel satisfied by your little toy ever again, you should probably hop offa' me."

It would be that easy. Roll to the side. Push her away. Speak. Anything. But he couldn't move. Just lie there, heart pounding, playing out that scenario in his head. That scenario that had been in his head for some time now.

"Fuck," he said aloud, letting his arms fall to his sides.

The DJ readied a flirty line on her tongue, but the other mare was just a bit faster with her mouth.

Sweetie pounced between their legs, planting her lips on her boyfriend's slimy crown. She leaned in, taking more of him in her mouth while Vinyl's slid between her breasts. She stroked and slurped without regard for the cum of two ponies smearing her chest and chin.

Once again, what Sweetie lacked in experience or assets, she more than made up for in enthusiasm. At least, that's what Vinyl thought while she gazed longingly over Button's shoulder at the display.

"Aw dude," she moaned drunkenly. "You're gonna marry this girl, right? You fuckin' better."

Button was too busy gritting his teeth to answer that slightly daunting question. It was far too soon for that. Much like it was far too soon to be twitching in his girlfriend's mouth. Especially considering what Vinyl intended to do to him shortly.

His cock popped out of Sweetie's mouth and pressed against her cheek. "This is so hot, Button," she breathed, hugging their two dicks together.

"It really is," Vinyl agreed. "Say, while you're down there, mind giving me a hand?" The DJ snapped her fingers and a cool slippery substance dropped onto her cock and Sweetie's chest. "Cum isn't really the best lube, you know."

The other unicorn didn't miss a beat, quickly setting about spreading Vinyl's summoned lube with her hands and chest. Meanwhile, the stallion felt the tingling of magic on his lower back raising him upwards. While he struggled to maintain some footing on the bed, he couldn't help but worry at just how high she had to lift him to line herself up.

He let out a slight grunt as Vinyl's tip finally slid past his sack. This position wasn't particularly fun even with earth pony strength keeping him up. But resting weight on any part of her posed a bit of risk.

Sweetie backed up, satisfied with the glistening shaft before her. So was Vinyl as she rested her hands on Button's hips and her cockhead against his hole.

"I think it's time, Button," Vinyl said, drumming her fingers along his sides. "Ready?"

The lump in his throat said "no" but his mouth produced nothing but panting. The only slightly familiar sensation on his backside sealed his fate.

Vinyl pulled on his hips. Gently. Whatever he got up to alone in his room probably wouldn't prepare him for her. She wanted to take her time here but Button's adorable squeak after her first unsuccessful prod against his entrance just about made her salivate.

"C'mon dude," she teased, fighting the urge to impale him first and apologize later. "Lemme in."

"I can't-ah!" Button gasped at her next poke.

"You gotta believe in yourself a little. You saw Sweetie and I can handle it just fine."

"You weren't trying to do this," Button hissed. He winced at each movement like he'd touched a hot stove.

"Semantics," Vinyl dismissed. "I've popped open plenty of guys before. All you gotta do is-"

The DJ allowed herself one brief moment to be cruel. Sometimes you just need to get pushed out of the nest. Dive into the water. Let the head of Vinyl's fat cock inside.

"-relax," she finished, letting out a sigh of relief and satisfaction as Button's ass hugged the first inch of her.

Button's sharp inhale was anything but relaxed. He hadn't fallen very far. Hell, he'd done more than this by himself. But this was a little more sudden than he was used to. Not to mention that he'd never felt his toy twitch inside him.

"See? That wasn't so bad now was it?" Vinyl asked, lightly patting the ass that was so graciously accepting her.

Button only offered an involuntary grunt as his footing shifted.

"Well the worst is over. Let's keep at it."

"Liar," he spat almost feeling the cheeky grin against his back.

Vinyl swayed her hips side to side, tugging playfully at the stallion's grip around her. Though this did nothing to make Button more comfortable, his involuntary squeezes helped hold the mare over.

The magic support was gone now. Only his shaking legs kept Vinyl out. And every little slip along the sheets shifted more weight onto Vinyl's slick rod.

"You're doing good," the DJ encouraged as though he was doing anything more than succumbing to gravity. "You really should try to relax though. For your sake."

"F-fucking how?" he asked between grunts.

Vinyl hummed. "Let's see." Her arms moved from his hips and folded around his chest. Button sensed her movement and readied a protest just before she hugged him closer.

His arms gave out and his upper body fell. Luckily, Vinyl's massive chest was there to catch him.

"How about you try to focus on these instead?" she offered innocently. "You like these, don't you?"

As he bounced against those luxurious pillows, Button had to admit he did. There were a couple posters of her in convenient poses in his room to support that. While they did succeed in grabbing his attention, so did the painful jolt from the fraction of Vinyl's cock that he conveniently swallowed in his fall.

The pressure was mounting in his gut. Between the last two surprise thrusts and his quickly disappearing control over his descent, some slight panic was setting in. And as he approached the next hurdle in his arduous journey to Vinyl's lap, the mental image of her splitting him in two would not leave his mind.

"Wait!" he grunted. "Wait wait wait."

The DJ conjured her magic in an instant, little blue barriers appearing along his body to keep him aloft. Though he was very much still half-impaled on Vinyl's cock, he now had a moment to suck in some shuddering breaths.

His hands and feet found renewed purchase on the bed, though he didn't dare move his body just yet. He could only pant and be thankful that the pushy unicorn below him heeded his cries for mercy.

"Hey," she said, positioning her head next to his. "You good, dude?"

"This is... a lot."

"Wanna call it here?"

"No," he mumbled after a pause. "I just... I need..." The stallion trailed off, not entirely sure what he wanted or needed at this point.

"You need a distraction. One better than my rack, apparently." She turned to Sweetie. "Whaddya say, girlfriend? Think you can take this guy's mind off of things?"

Sweetie glanced between her and her struggling boyfriend and nodded. "Mhm."

Carefully, she climbed up onto Button who protested at the additional weight in his precarious position. But Sweetie shushed him and Vinyl's magic held firm.

She settled onto him with a sigh, straddling his waist and resting her hands on his chest. Though it was steadily leaking out of her, she was still carrying much of Vinyl's load from before.

"'kay?" she asked once she steadied herself atop their pile.

The sight of Sweetie atop him brought some familiar comfort. However the bulge in her abdomen still brought his mind back to the issue at hand.

"Button. Look at me." Sweetie squeezed his cheeks and directed his face upward.

He quickly scanned her face. Her flushed cheeks and frazzled mane stirred up some more coherent emotions than Vinyl's teasing. When he finally found her eyes, she closed them and lowered her face onto his.

Vinyl snickered at the relatively chaste gesture. She had imagined Sweetie putting her mouth to work elsewhere. But Button didn't hear her. Despite the hardness against his ass and the softness against his back, he felt only the warmth of Sweetie's lips.

The mare withdrew from her boyfriend and shook the hair from her eyes. "'kay?" she asked again.

Some of the fear was gone from his face and he was no longer clawing at the sheets. He nodded.

Sweetie bit her lip and lifted her hips. Using her magic, she aimed Button's erection at her entrance and slowly let herself drop.

Both sighed. Slick warmth engulfed his shaft as she fell steadily into his lap. Then Sweetie brought a hand to her mouth, stifling a pained yelp. Though she'd been emboldened by her success with Vinyl, Button wasn't much easier to take. Least of all in the smooth, confident motion she'd been aiming for.

The stallion didn't take notice of her stumble, however, far too entranced with the sight of their bodies joining. It wasn't a new sight for the most part. Even the pearly white substance oozing out onto him was a regular occurrence on more active nights. That it was Vinyl Scratch's cum lubricating his entrance into Sweetie made his heart beat all the harder.

Like that, both of the white mares took hold of his attention. Just as he bottomed out in his girlfriend, he felt himself fall ever so slightly onto Vinyl. He gritted his teeth and braced for pain but only a tingling pressure emerged in his gut. Then the barriers caught him again.

"Huh?" he mumbled in a confused voice much higher in pitch than he intended.

"Okay," Vinyl chuckled. "Now the worst is over."

"Why doesn't it..."

"'Hurt? Cuz we're working our magic on ya, stud. Didn't I tell you I was good at this?"

Vinyl let him fall some more, relishing the feeling of his recently virgin ass stretching around more of her length. And just as she heard his breath hitch, her barriers froze him in place.

Above, Sweetie slowly lifted herself on her shaking legs only to suddenly crash back down onto the stallion. His eyes couldn't focus, though they tried their best to take in her chest as it bounced ever so slightly from her movement.

Then he felt Vinyl once more. The barriers dropped and so did he. And just before discomfort could set in, Sweetie dropped into his lap again.

Button's thoughts were ripped between the two mares repeatedly. Sweetie's mewls and pleading eyes. Vinyl's low hums and sighs. Sweetie's tightness gripping and massaging him from above. Vinyl's length creeping deeper and deeper into him.

It wasn't whiplash. Their dizzying teamwork was a bit more subtle. Any doubts were swiftly swept away by his lover's embrace while every comfort welcomed more of this new experience inside.

It was Vinyl's breath that stuttered next. Exercising restraint with Sweetie already took a lot of self-control. Dragging herself so sluggishly through Button's snug hole had effectively destroyed what remained of her patience. Hopefully this was enough of a warmup.

Button barely registered the deliberate inhale from below beyond the squelching sounds of his girlfriend's last bounce. But when the barriers fell once again, he felt a distinct squeeze on his hips. Then Vinyl's rose up to meet him.

A soft squeak escaped his lips as he tried and failed to gasp. There wasn't much left to take to begin with but this was the fastest thrust so far. He tensed up anew around her shaft, fingers digging deeper into the mattress.

"Easy now," Vinyl advised in a low, soothing tone. "Breathe." She squeezed him close and gently lowered both of their hips until she rested against the bed once again.

"Oh fuck oh fuck..." Button answered, not listening. For a brief moment, a shade of white that didn't match his girlfriend encroached on the edges of his vision as he felt himself launched toward a premature climax. Luckily, he caught a glimpse of a shocking bulge in his abdomen that handily scared away any premature orgasms.

She'd brushed against something in that thrust. Something he hadn't been able to find himself.

They held still for some time, both he and Sweetie grateful for the break. She had a similar reaction to Button upon glancing at his stomach.

"Holy..." she exclaimed, trailing off before she could swear.

Vinyl smirked at her innocent reaction despite having been on the receiving end not too long ago. Then she turned to watch Button squeeze his eyes shut while grinding his teeth into powder. She decided to grant him some more time to adjust before teasing him.

"Adjusting" would be a lofty goal for a former anal virgin impaled on Vinyl's rod. He was mercifully free from any searing pain but his overstretched hole still voiced some muffled complaints. Not to mention how he could feel his insides shifting if he so much as breathed.

"Mmm," Vinyl cooed in his ear. "You did it, stud." She took her finger and traced it along the bulge in his belly. "You took my whole cock in your ass."

Admittedly, it was not the most comforting praise for the struggling stallion. His twitching around her base was more involuntary than affectionate. But on some level she was sure he appreciated it.

"How's it feel? Be honest."

"Weird," Button panted after a pause, deciding to leave out his close encounter with la petite mort.

"Just weird?" Vinyl asked, feigning disappointment. "It felt like you were enjoying it there for a second."

He had no need to avoid her eyes, but he nervously scanned the ceiling anyway.

"Well it feels pretty fucking great for me," she continued, drawing out another gasp when she hugged him again. "How about you Sweetie? Doin' okay up there?"

"Yeah," she answered, still short of breath and wobbling on top of the pile. Her eyes wouldn't leave her boyfriend's abdomen.

"Good girl." The DJ's legs shifted, taking on a sturdier stance and spreading the stallion's wider. "Now Button, let's go over what's gonna happen here. I'm gonna take my nice thick dick and grind into this tight ass of yours," she said, giving him a gentle roll of her hips. "Riiight up against your little sweet spot."

That little movement knocked the rest of the air out of his lungs and made him nearly tear a chunk out of the mattress.

"And then I'm gonna make you blow the biggest load of your life deep inside your girlfriend's pussy." Vinyl's face appeared beside his, directing his eyes back toward Sweetie. "Just look at her, dude. She wants it bad. Mine wasn't nearly enough for her."

He tried. But Sweetie chose that moment to bounce atop him once again, the wet sound of their sexes especially loud amid their pounding hearts. The hungry look in her eyes told him there was some merit to Vinyl's words.

"That's the way, girl!" the DJ praised her fellow unicorn. "We're gonna milk this stud dry!"

Sweetie shakily lifted herself, her walls clinging tightly to his cock as it left her. Meanwhile, Vinyl set about rolling her hips, gently sawing the smallest fraction of her length in and out of him. She hadn't been lying before. Each of her practiced movements pressed her rod against a particularly sensitive spot within him, drawing out an involuntary whimper with each thrust. He weakly lifted his hips but Vinyl followed right behind him, giving his ass no chance to escape.

His earlier close experience with the DJ's big blue cock had given him an unfortunately detailed mental image to work with. Every bump, every vein he'd traced with his tongue was now nestled deeper in his ass than he cared to comprehend. And yet the obscene throbbing bulge in his gut would not leave his mind. Like that mare in the video and like his girlfriend, he was getting fucked.

His legs trembled not unlike Sweetie's. Even Vinyl's comparatively gentle bucking sapped away his strength. And when Sweetie finally crashed back into his lap, he collapsed into the bed and received his first respectable stroke of Vinyl's cock.

His eyes bulged wide open as his voice escaped. Sweetie fared similarly, digging her face into his shoulder and moaning openly much to Vinyl's satisfaction. In the excitement, his legs twitched, gently thrusting himself into his girlfriend while welcoming another lengthy drive from below.

"Somepony's being a little more honest now," Vinyl chuckled behind his ears. "Don't worry, dude. I already knew you were loving this." Then she hit him with a few harder thrusts than before.

"Ah! Ngh!" Button cried out in time with each movement.

"Making guys lose it like this is the best. Doesn't it just feel so right?" She punctuated that line with another thrust and held herself hilted inside him.

"Right" wasn't the word but Button was far too hard to deny that it felt good. Which was very fortunate seeing as Vinyl's restraint had just run dry.

Without another tease, Vinyl allowed herself to part with Button's ass for a brief moment. Though his mouth was playing coy, his hole clung to her greedily as she withdrew. Then she drove herself back inside with all the force a perpetually horny unicorn could muster.

The stallion's hips launched upward from the impact, bouncing his girlfriend's lower body against him as she clutched his shoulders. He was groaning almost constantly at this point, rising and falling in pitch in time with Vinyl's accelerating bucking into his ass. Being on the receiving end of sex for the first time would have been intense enough without simultaneously fucking as nature intended. But thanks to Sweetie's presence and Vinyl's provocative encouragement, he didn't have much time left.

"So good..." Vinyl trailed off, losing it herself just a little. Each passing moment brought her closer to her preferred pace.

But before she could truly hit her stride, it was Vinyl's turn for a surprise. Just as she bottomed out in Button, his hole clamped down around her base like a bear trap. The tightness immobilized her, drawing out pleased grunts from the seasoned slut when renewed tightness caressed her pole. However, the pleasure turned to frustration as his ass desperately followed her and ruined her rhythm.

His eyes squeezed shut and his mind frantically searched for some thought that wasn't the decadent, obscene position he was in. But there was no escape from the sensations. Vinyl's cock tugged incessantly against his grip while Sweetie accelerated her reckless bouncing. He couldn't for the life of him conjure an unsexy thought.

Vinyl's fingers dug into his hips. "Are you- ngh! Are you trying to hold back on us, Button?" she asked, managing to drag some of her length out of him.

He shook his head. Not necessarily to deny her accusation, but to hang onto his last shred of control.

A laugh dripping in pity escaped the DJ's lips. "Oh, dude. She's riding you like a cowpony and I'm balls deep in your tight ass. You're not gonna last." She slipped back in and wiggled her hips side to side. "Honestly, neither will I."

Realization dawned on Button's face. His eyes rolled in the direction of her voice but he could only make out a blue tuft of her mane. "You're... you're gonna..."

"Yeah, dude. I am. All the way in this perfect ass of yours. And, not gonna lie, it's gonna be a big one."

Both unicorns stopped, mercilessly allowing the stallion some time to reflect on his fate.

"But if I'm being fair," she continued. "I should probably ask for permission first."

Button's fried brain started processing her statement, but his mouth made no attempt to move. Then Vinyl's hand rose to caress his cheek.

"So Sweetie, is it alright if I creampie your boyfriend?" she asked innocently.

His girlfriend sluggishly pushed herself up. Her breathing wouldn't settle and her arms looked ready to give out. But after a glance at their respective stomachs, a faint grin appeared on her face.

"Everything you've got," she answered, eyes fixed on Button's.

Vinyl made an exaggerated conceding gesture with her hands. "Welp. You heard her, Button. Looks like I'm gonna fill you up." Bracing her elbows against the bed, Vinyl held Button's hips aloft and pried some more of her dick free. She sucked in a deep breath and flung her hips upwards into him, hammering through his resistance with ease.

There it was again. A faint white vignette at the edges of his vision. Tingling, intensifying pleasure in places he'd never felt before. That last thrust already set him off. But the mares above and below him had to make sure.

Sweetie's mouth latched onto his neck in a novel turnabout of their usual routine. She moaned against him and noted the deep rumbling against her teeth as Button moaned back. With his climax fast approaching, his hands instinctively flew to Sweetie's butt, pulling her down and locking himself inside her.

But Vinyl wouldn't let him ride out his orgasm in peace. Her forearm-length thrusts continued as fast as the DJ could deliver them, wet slapping filling the room. He was throbbing already, each one prompting a maddening squeeze from above that his body mimicked for the mare below.

And with all that exertion, Vinyl still couldn't help but laugh. "Just do it! Cum for us!"

So he did. Scorching heat welled up inside him, rapidly working its way up his shaft with each of Vinyl's brutal thrusts into him. Her frantic rhythm dictated every shock of pleasure coursing through him. His first shot left him with almost painful force as it rushed to join Vinyl's in Sweetie's pussy. Meanwhile the mare groaned loudly against his neck, clamping down on his rod to goad out more of his load.

But he didn't need any more encouragement. Vinyl kept at it, panting from her efforts. "Fuck yeah, Button! That's it! Give her what she wants!" Her arms curled around his waist, pulling him closer for shorter, deeper jabs into his insides. "I'm about to give you what you want too!"

That warning didn't reach his ears. He was throbbing faster than he thought possible thanks to Vinyl mashing his button. It wouldn't be long until she milked him dry. But then her pace faltered. Her fingers dug into his sides and her legs swept under his, dropping both of her guests onto her.

Button and Sweetie's respective voices surged with the sudden thrust, his cum spilling out between them as his throbs continued. But that stunt left Vinyl in a poor state to keep fucking him. Not that she'd need to.

The DJ sighed, relishing the new weight on her lap. "Oh fuck," she breathed as she clamped her arms together. "Get ready, dude."

With her hips flush against his ass, he felt her balls hitch against his. Her tip flared almost painfully inside him, the rest of her length slightly expanding as well. But the flood didn't come yet. As she exhaled, Vinyl's member returned to its still unreasonable size.

Vinyl shifted, slightly wriggling within Button's snug hole. But she made no effort to force her orgasm along, content to let the sluggish, intermittent throbs milk it out of her.

Two more tantalizing pulses later, Button's squeezing finally bore fruit. With a mutual grunt, Vinyl's first shot launched into his guts with enough force for Sweetie to feel it. The DJ's warm cream rushed to fill him, already softening the muscular definition on his abdomen.

In the pause after that first productive throb, the stallion grit his teeth. His over-pleasured moans had started to sound a lot like squeals. But he had no time to feel embarrassed before Vinyl's next shot.

"Mnn..." Vinyl hummed dreamily. "Take it all, Button..."

It came no faster than the last one. But there was definitely more. It flew out of her in another prolonged pump, the pressure already building against her engorged head.

The double-teaming of his senses no longer served to distract from either end. Sweetie only clamped down on him harder as Vinyl's load flowed freely into his ass. He felt it all, all at once.

And he kept feeling it. Throb after throb, shot after shot, the DJ just kept cumming in him. His own cock twitched almost painfully inside Sweetie, the added stimulation prolonging his climax. But while his load slowed to a trickle, Vinyl's continued as strong as ever.

His girlfriend relaxed her love bite, her body going limp save for the trembling of her legs. His breath faltered as her teeth parted from his neck, the warm air nevertheless cool on the stinging hickey beneath his fur. She swayed on her perch but Button's tense grip held her in place.

Wet, hot, full. It was spilling out of him now. A cascade of the DJ's spunk pooled between her legs, every drop flushed out by a fresh rope from her cock. Rumbling emanated from his gut, not from any complaint from his stomach but from the sheer volume of liquid coursing through him.

His eyes fluttered at the dim lights on the ceiling, the last of his strength fading rapidly and his voice reduced to a faint whine. How long had he been speared on this mare? How much longer could it last?

His hands fell from Sweetie's cheeks and she slowly slid off the pile, his softened cock slipping from her grip. She tumbled down towards the mattress with as much grace as could be expected of a ragdoll before magenta magic caught her and rolled her gently onto her back.

She drew deep, deliberate breaths, leaving her arms and legs wherever Vinyl had left them. Her head tilted to her bedmates but there was little life behind her eyes.

Vinyl's hands crept up and cradled Button's now exposed belly possessively. Though the timing was perfect, she spared him from another lewd remark. No need to tease the poor stallion after so thoroughly having her way with him.

Finally the torrent slowed, Vinyl's prolonged ejaculation no longer quite so audible in his head. Gradually, the pulsing of her rod ceased as did the flow of cum into the pool beneath her sack. There would be no cleaning that stain from the mattress.

"Okay," Vinyl sighed, her magic now enveloping the stallion. His stomach lurched as he rose but he offered only a soft grunt in protest. Now well-lubricated and too weak to squeeze her, the mare casually withdrew her rod, exiting with a quiet "pop". It slapped back onto her abdomen as soon as it was free, the thick white coating of her cream smearing onto her fur.

She rolled out from beneath him to the side of the bed and set him back down on his back next to his girlfriend, right back into the puddle.

Sitting up, Vinyl admired her handiwork. Namely the shrinking but still sizable bulge in the stallion's gut. "Heh. Sorry about that. The loads don't get much smaller on the second shot."

The couple responded by continuing to lay there in silence. With the novelty of the experience long gone, the stallion tried his best to ignore the awkward feeling of that very load oozing out of him and soaking his coat.

Vinyl pushed herself to her feet and sauntered over to her mini fridge for some more water. While she sipped from the fresh bottle, she eyed her doubly-glazed member and snapped her fingers. Instantly, every trace of the night thus far disappeared from her shaft.

"The last spell should've made things clean enough, but I like to make sure after I'm that deep in a guy's guts." She shuddered as a chill rushed through her groin. "You never get used to that side effect though. Eugh."

Unpleasant heat had spread to his whole body. As Sweetie sluggishly shifted closer, Button started to lament every surface of him that wasn't exposed to fresh air. However, standing seemed beyond his capabilities at this point. Something told him sitting would be a bad idea as well.

Vinyl had kept both her promises. It was a big one, both his and hers. He wondered how his girlfriend mustered up the energy to continue after getting similarly stuffed. However she did it, she'd run out if her face was any indication. Neither of them were long for this waking world. But a voluptuous figure with her hands on her hips loomed above, demanding the stallion's attention.

"Hey! Quit falling asleep on me you guys!"

Button glanced at her lasting erection then tilted his head up at her with the most defiant and perplexed look he could muster in his state. "You can't be serious. More?"

"Well yeah. Sweetie hasn't had a turn in the middle yet."

Sweetie stirred at the mention of her name. "Wha?"

The stallion held his confused look and eyed his decidedly flaccid member retreating into his sheath. He shook his head then laid it back on the mattress. "Yeah, I'm spent. You two go have fun."

Vinyl rolled her eyes. "That's not how it works here, stud. I'm not letting anypony sit one out if I can help it."

"Really though. I've got nothing left in me."

Vinyl sat down behind his head, scratching her chin. After a moment of contemplation, she slapped her knees and leaned over him. "Alright. Sorry about this, dude."

"Sorry for wha-mph."

Vinyl interrupted him for the umpteenth time that night, this time dropping her chest on his face. To his credit, he didn't even react this time.

Sweetie laboriously and reluctantly pushed herself up to a seated position and watched drowsily as the other unicorn worked. "What are you doing?"

"Getting your boyfriend hard again."

"Like that?" she asked, slightly amused. "I think you should go lower."

"Nah, this is just to hold him down a little. And to apologize."

"Apologize?"

Vinyl snapped her fingers. A flash of light erupted from Button's crotch and a pitiful yelp erupted from beneath Vinyl's tits. The stallion crumpled and twisted, drawing his legs into his body.

"W-what was that?" Sweetie squeaked with concern.

"Shh, easy there dude. It's alright." Vinyl stroked a tuft of orange hair sticking out from her cleavage. "Breathe."

"What did you do?!"

Vinyl smirked at the protective mare. "Just a spell, Sweetie. Don't worry, it's safe. I've done it before. The good ones have a cost is all."

"What spell?" Sweetie interrogated further, not too fond of Vinyl's word choice.

"Well first it feels like a freight train to the balls," she began, lifting her breasts from Button's face.

The stallion wheezed, life nearly drained from his eyes. "Yup. Sure does."

"But if you give it a sec, it also does this," Vinyl continued as she gestured lower.

Sweetie followed her finger to Button's crotch, where the stallion's hands still clutched his junk in pain. When nothing much changed for several moments, she started to worry Vinyl just magically kicked her boyfriend in the balls for no reason.

Eventually Button's breathing steadied and, once he was fairly certain nothing would fall off, he moved his hands to his sides. He remained very much flaccid.

"Aw dang," Vinyl remarked, firing up her magic. "Looks like I'll have to try again."

Button immediately curled up and shielded his groin from another assault while Sweetie climbed over his lap to get between them. Vinyl let the energy fade from her horn and giggled.

"I'm kidding, guys. Look, it's already working."

Sweetie cautiously took her eyes off of the other mischievous unicorn to check on Button again, only to knock her chin against something hard the moment she looked down. She stumbled backwards and gasped at Button's quite revitalized erection.

Sweetie hesitantly reached out to it, marveling at an unfamiliar reddish tint on his flare. "It's... so warm."

"Before you ask, it'd feel even worse if I cast it again too soon." Vinyl leaned back onto her hands and sighed. "Not exactly a cake walk to cast either. I'm out of shape."

"I wasn't going to ask that," Sweetie said flatly. Then, with her boyfriend's throbbing cock in her hands, she finally processed the phrase that woke her up earlier. "What was that about 'the middle' before?"

Button sat up and turned his gaze on Sweetie. However when she looked back, it was as though a shadow was cast over his eyes. Just as the mare withdrew her hands, he rose to his knees and hoisted her up by her rear end.

"Button?" Sweetie asked meekly, noting the heat of his newfound vigor resting firmly between her cheeks.

"Oh hell yeah! He's ready." Vinyl crawled up behind her, squeezed her hands around her waist, and slid her cock up against Button's.

"H-hold on a minute you guys! I don't think I can handle this!"

"Hm," Button grumbled incomprehensibly, looking through her.

Vinyl's hands moved up to Sweetie's chest, squeezing her against her own. "Aw c'mon Sweetie. Button just showed you how fun it is."

Feeling two hard rods stretching a good length up her back, she knew very well how much fun she could have. But a combination of her companions' strength, her own fatigue, and morbid curiosity kept her firmly in their arms.

"Oh shoot oh shoot oh sh-mmph!"

Button's mouth found hers and put a swift end to any more worried muttering. As he sucked the air from her lungs, she felt him stoke a fire in her once again. She wrapped her arms around his neck and welcomed the animalistic embrace.

"Atta girl!" Vinyl praised her with a light smack on her ass. "We've still got a long night ahead of us."

Long. Sweetie's lingering reason hung on that word as her boyfriend and Vinyl Scratch lined themselves up against her. With their first coordinated prod, she lamented that she wouldn't have the breath to scream.

But she certainly tried.

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