Vinyl shorts: BOOTY BATTLE (Vy and Tav)


                                            "I'm just sayin I got a bigger trunk is all."

                                            >"Again with this Vinyl?"

                                            "Nah, I'm a hundred percent on this one Tavi. I got the booty in this friendship."

                                            >"Hmm, rather presumptuous of a unicorn to think they could even hope to compare with an earth pony flank."

                                            "What the buck is /that/ supposed to mean Tavi?" She says, squaring off against her friend.

                                            >"Vinyl don't be ridiculous dear, its only natural you'd be smaller. There's no need to feel ashamed."

                                            "Humph, Just cause I'm a unicorn doesn't mean my buns ain't the biggest in town. I mean have you /seen/ how guys look at me?"

                                            >"I assumed it was because you dress a little... oh whats the word...? Like a whorse?"

                                            "WHAT?!"

                                            >"Oh calm down, really. I understand you feel the need to dress up your lacking assets, it's not that bad of an idea actually."

                                            ""Lacking assets" yeah right, gimme a break. You WISH you could have this ass."

                                            >"I'm simply stating the obvious Vinyl, but I know you have trouble in that department, so let me rephrase it to your level."

                                            >Clearing her throat, Octavia points to herself.

                                            >"Me big, you small."

                                            "You little-"

                                            >"Quite the contrary actually, there's nothing small about me love."

                                            >"You on the other hoof, are merely pretending to have a rump. What with all that fat covering it."

                                            "Yeah? Cause its every colts dream to buck a rock huh?"

                                            >"J-just because I actually take care of myself and exercise, doesn't mean I don't have a little... give."

                                            "I donno Octy, I think whatever a stallion sticks in you, he wont be gettin back." Vinyl giggles.

                                            >"You're thinking of Applejack. I pity whatever stallion gains /her/ affections."

                                            >"And you're one to talk, little miss doughy." She says, poking Vinyl's chubby belly.

                                            >"I'm sure no stallion would care to sink into that derrière and be lost forever."

                                            "That's just more cushion for the pushin, Tav." Vinyl smugly replies, giving her own butt a smack.

                                            >"Yes well, if I decided to let myself go like that, there wouldn't even BE a debate."

                                            "Let go?! Do I look like Whoa Nelly to you?!"

                                            >"Could have fooled me."

                                            "Grrrr"

                                            >Raising a hoof to her muzzle, Octavia lets out a snooty laugh. "Oh my~ is somepony getting a little heated?~"

                                            >Having enough, Vinyl hip checks Octavia, sending her stumbling a few steps.

                                            >"OI! Are you daft?!"

                                            >"N-not that I even felt anything that is." She stutters, regaining her footing.[spoiler]hoofing?[/spoiler]

                                            >"Like throwing a stone against a bolder really."

                                            "Aww I'm sorry Tavi, I musta brushed up into you accidentally."

                                            >"That's quite alright /Vinyl/. Mistakes do happen."

                                            >Falling back in line with the DJ, Octavia rears back and gives a savage hip check of her own into Vinyl's side, sending her flying to the ground.

                                            >"Brushed up indeed."

                                            "OWW! What the hay Octavia?!"

                                            >"I'm terribly sorry, I must not have seen you there. It's hard to keep track of you sometimes with how small your stature is."

                                            "Alright that's IT! I'm gonna settle this right now!"

                                            >"And how, pray tell, are you going to do that?"

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                                            >You are Anon, chillin under a tree.

                                            >All Is good in your life, little to no stress to be found.

                                            >Hearing a "There he is!" and hoof beats coming toward you, you sit up against the tree to see what was going on.

                                            >Ah, it was the musicians, both very nice ladies you had met before.

                                            >Before you can say anything however, they both gallop over to either side of you.

                                            "Yo, its Anon right?"

                                            >"Of course it's Anon. Honestly, he's the only human around. Is your head full of fat too?"

                                            "Shut up. Anon dude, we need your help."

                                            >"Yes, we require your opinion."

                                            "No! We need the factual truth!" Vinyl says, raising her hoof and head to the sky.

                                            >She stays like that until Octavia awkwardly nudges her with a hoof.

                                            >"Well go on then, spit it out Vinyl."

                                            "I need you to tell Tavi here that I got a bigger butt than her."

                                            >"That is /not/ why we are here."

                                            "Kinda is."

                                            >Octavia gives Vinyl a look before addressing you again.

                                            >"Anonymous, we need your honest opinion. Which one of us has the um, larger... *ahem* buttocks.

                                            "We came to you cause we know you'd give it to us straight."

                                            >"Yes, we knew you would give an impartial answer."

                                            >Uh oh. Was this a trap? Usually girls don't- wait, what was that supposed to mean?

                                            "Well, he can't see from there can he? We gotta like, show him. Duh."

                                            >"Ah yes, of course. How foalish of me."

                                            >With that, the two mares spin around and mash asses together right in front of your face.

                                            >Thank you, god.

                                            >Struggling against one another, the two mares vie for your attention, trying to knock the other away out of your sight.

                                            >Well that won't do, you need to keep them steady for proper observation.

                                            >Grabbing a cutiemark in each hand, you stop the jostling abruptly.

                                            >"W-what-"

                                            "Relaaax Tav, he's gotta feel em to tell which one's better. Again, duh."

                                            >"A-ah yes, quite right."

                                            >Taking Vinyl's idea, you let your hands roam the two expanses of ass greedily.

                                            "S-see? He kn-knows what he's doIIING...!"

                                            >"Y-es /Yes~/ he certainly d-does."

                                            >Groping their legs, thick thighs, and flanks, the difference between them was obvious, but neither less delicious.

                                            >Octavia's grey rear was delightfully pliable, yet sturdy with toned earth pony muscle beneath, telling you about their strength with the slight definition you could feel through your fingers.

                                            >She tensed against your probing and prodding caresses initially, then let her flesh relax and become more malleable as she got used to your affections.

                                            >After growing accustomed to the appendage, she helped guide you around her rear by moving under your hand to relocate it where she liked.

                                            >Vinyl's white rump was just as large as her friends', but felt completely different.

                                            >Where Octavia had structure under hers, Vinyl's butt could only be described as "Juicy".

                                            >Your hand practically sank into her, being swallowed by the spongy phatness.

                                            >You could squeeze and mold her supple bubble butt easily, but it had less firmness and stability under it making it harder to effectively massage.

                                            >It was almost as if her butt was made of squishy memory foam, from the way it allowed you to play with it.

                                            >Similar to the ashen mare, Vinyl guided your hand around to her favorite spots with her tingly magic.

                                            >They were both getting pretty riled up, if the drips on your hands and arms were anything to go by.

                                            >Under your attentions, both of them begin to push against your hands, letting you feel the growing heat coming from between their legs.

                                            >"Mmmf o-oh mare he's good..." Octavia says, arching her back as you hit a particularly sensitive spot.

                                            "You can say that again s-sis."

                                            >Taking that as a sign to continue, you start to become rougher with your movements, digging your fingers into them and dishing out a few spanks and pinches, earning squeals of delight.

                                            >You also become more adventurous, rubbing docks, gripping tails, and periodically spreading them both to get a look at their rapidly winking and drooling slits.

                                            "H-hey buddy, you're getting a-a little f-friendly back there." Vinyl pants, looking over her shoulder.

                                            >"B-backing down Scratch?"

                                            "N- Ah~ NO! NEVER!"

                                            >Sweating profusely now, you can't hold back anymore as you let go of them and loop your arms through their legs.

                                            >You pull them up to you, smashing their booties against your face, pinning you to the tree.

                                            "H-he's gotta get /real/ far in there so he- ughnn s-so he knows what he's de-dealing with!"

                                            >"I- unf knew that, you p-pillock nnngh."

                                            >As if to confirm this, both mares push even harder against your head, burying you deeper into the squishy prison.

                                            >Being this close, your face felt like it was in the wettest furnace on the planet, receiving periodic slippery kisses from their lips.

                                            >You could barely hear the outside anymore, as they had completely submerged your head with booty.

                                            >What you /could/ hear however, other than the squelching, were their alluring pleasured gasps and incoherent babbling through their bodies.

                                            "Hf... hf... Auhhhhhh~"

                                            >"Mmmmnnhhh /HNG/"

                                            >It was getting hard to breathe, the space for air becoming smaller and smaller as they started grinding against your face fervently.

                                            >They were absolutely /covering/ your face with boilingly hot sticky juices, as they needily rubbed themselves into you.

                                            >They were both becoming more sloppy with their movements, jerking every time they pressed their throbbing clits against you as they neared the edge.

                                            >Not to be outdone, you use the last of your breath to motorboat the daylights out of the poor mares.

                                            >Surprised, they give one last forceful push, pressing their nethers against you hard before freezing in place.

                                            "I-I-I-I'm gonna I-I'm gonna-"

                                            >"HAhhh~ ooh m-me toooo!"

                                            >Both screaming out, they simultaneously cover your face in their love.

                                            >Seconds go by, their juice still flowing down your face as they shake violently.

                                            >Eventually, the screams wane and the mares ease off your face, letting you gasp for life-giving air.

                                            >Vinyl stands there for a second, still quivering, before crumpling to the ground, letting her shades tumble off to the side.

                                            >Octavia takes a few dizzy steps forward before face planting into the grass, ass up, presenting her still dripping pussy to the sky.

                                            >Regaining your breath, you wipe some of the fluids off your face with your fingers and pop them into your mouth.

                                            >Mmm marshmallow and chocolate. Damn, another tie.

                                            >Speaking for the the first time, you clear your throat.

                                            "I- I think we'll need to check again later, I couldn't quite get an accurate judgement. Same time tomorrow?"

                                            >All you get in return are two exhausted, but happy "mhms"