Get down with the thiccness (part 3)


                                            >Breathing in through your nose and out your mouth, you try to calm your rapid heartbeat.

                                            >Screwing your eyes shut, you put a hoof to your chest to help with your breathing.

                                            >Why must you be so inept in these types of situations?

                                            >Steeling yourself, your hooves echo on the hardwood as you walk down the hall.

                                            >Coming to the living room entrance, your hooves start to shake, making you wobble.

                                            >Almost falling over, you catch yourself on the wall for stability.

                                            >Get a hold of yourself Octavia, you're a mare for Celestia's sake.

                                            >You've performed for hundreds if not thousands of ponies flawlessly, even in front of the royal sisters without so much as a drop of sweat.

                                            >So why is this so hard?

                                            >Resuming your breathing exercises, you bring your harsh breaths back down to a reasonable tempo.

                                            >Just ask her you little colt, this isn't like trying to woo a stallion.

                                            >But how do you ask your best friend to herd with you?

                                            >Do you have to gift them something? Roses perhaps? Or is that too colty? Maybe an expensive watch or other doodad? A nice dinner?

                                            >Thoughts swirl in your head like a hurricane, twisting your stomach into knots.

                                            >What if she says no? What would happen to your friendship? Would she stop speaking to you?

                                            >The thought pains you, your breathing erratic as your mind taunts you with cruel visions.

                                            >The storm in your head is parted when a concerned voice comes from the other room.

                                            >"Hey Tavi, you feeling okay?"

                                            >Hastily clearing your throat, you poke your head into the living room.

                                            "Y-Yes dear, I'm quite alright thank you."

                                            >"You sure? I can hear you breathing super hard, is something up?"

                                            "I assure you, I'm fine, I was merely practicing my breathing techniques."

                                            >"Ah okay. Well can you keep it down? Tryin' to read."

                                            "A-Apologies."

                                            >How do other mares do this? Just lay their teats on the table and demand to herd?

                                            >You smile to yourself as you envision Vinyl doing just that.

                                            >Though, thinking on it, if she wanted to herd with you, wouldn't Vinyl have done something to that effect already?

                                            >Another knot forms in your stomach painfully.

                                            >Looking over your housemate, you take in her stunning body once more.

                                            >From her spot on the couch, Vinyl was laid out on her back, sprawled out in a way that left little to the imagination.

                                            >Beneath the magazine in her magical grip, her chest rose and fell with her relaxed breaths, tuft proudly perched atop it, full and fluffy.

                                            >Tracing down her curvy body, her stomach held a little plump amount of fat, which you knew from experience was deliciously soft.

                                            >Further, her hips flared widely to immense thighs, the pair you were also embarrassingly familiar with.

                                            >They were parted, spread on the couch to reveal her flower and ivory mounds to you, a hoof coming down to scratch the side of one lazily.

                                            >Heat flushes your face as you linger on Vinyl's bits a little longer than necessary, another heat touching you as you remember how they felt.

                                            >She really could ask anyone to herd with her, or to be honest, not even need a herd in the first place.

                                            >Unlike you, she had no problem chatting up stallions, able to get them to talk back to her, and sometimes even laugh at her crude jokes.

                                            >Never shared them with you though, or even brought them home come to think about it.

                                            >Maybe she was just being considerate, not wanting to disturb your practicing with the indubitable miles of cock she pulled.

                                            >There was that pang of jealousy again, adding to the knots of uncertainty and fear inside you.

                                            >Well, if all went swimmingly in the next few minutes, you would be getting a taste of stallion for yourself as well.

                                            >Peering upwards from Vinyl's generous assets, you see she had put her magazine down on her chest, revealing her tongue snaking its way into her nose and- ugh.

                                            >Scrunching your own nose with disgust, you look away from the display.

                                            >Nasty habits aside, Vinyl was still quite the catch.

                                            >Looking up further, you spy her ruby eyes, looking at you with-

                                            >"Uh.. why're you creepin' on me from the hall Tavi?"

                                            >Shocked, your hooves scramble to pull your head from the living room, but instead they scrape noisily against the wood of the floor, unable to find purchase.

                                            >Losing your balance, you crash forward into the room, head slamming on the thankfully carpeted floor with a thud.

                                            >Peering down at you from her seat, Vinyl cocks an eyebrow.

                                            >"You sure you're alright?"

                                            >Your face burns with embarrassment, both due to falling in such an undignified manner, and because you were caught shamelessly ogling your friend.

                                            >Gathering your hooves under yourself, you stand back up quickly, pretending like nothing had happened.

                                            "Y-Yes, yes, I'm sure, thank you."

                                            >Vinyl doesn't respond, instead watching you as you try to casually sit on the couch, taking the little room left by her lounging body.

                                            >"Hmm."

                                            >Appearing satisfied, she goes back to her magazine.

                                            >Breathing a sigh of relief, you try to get comfortable in the small space afforded to you.

                                            >What was that Octavia? If you were trying to unnerve her before you even propositioned, then bloody well done!

                                            >Chastising yourself for your awkward behavior, you try to gather up your courage.

                                            >Other mares could herd easily, but no other mare had to ask Vinyl.

                                            >Stealing a glance over at her, your eyes widen.

                                            >You hadn't noticed before, or the arm of the couch had partially obscured Vinyl's choice of apparel this evening.

                                            >You stare in disbelief as Vinyl lowers her magazine again.

                                            >"Okay seriously, you're starting to freak me out Octy."

                                            "Are you deliberately messing with me?!"

                                            >"Uh, no?"

                                            >Gesturing to her clothing, a blush had permanently scorched onto your cheeks.

                                            "Then how do you explain what you're wearing?!"

                                            >Confused, Vinyl looks herself over and then back to you.

                                            >"What are you on about?"

                                            >Celestia help you, this mare either had the best poker face in the world, or she really was that oblivious.

                                            "T-the socks!"

                                            >"What about em?"

                                            "Buh- for buck's sake- those are for colts!"

                                            >"Psh what? Says who? They're comfy and keep my hooves warm, why do only colts get to wear them?"

                                            "Where did you even buy those?!"

                                            >"From one of those fancy colt underwear stores."

                                            >Resisting the urge to facehoof, possibly completely through your head, you continue your interrogation.

                                            "And you don't notice the connection there Vinyl?"

                                            >"What? The salesmare said stallions love them! That it would totally make them happy!"

                                            "To RECEIVE THEM, you know, as a present?"

                                            >Furrowing her brow, Vinyl thinks for a second before looking back up at you.

                                            >"That doesn't make any sense Tavi."

                                            >Princess of the night and dreams grant you strength.

                                            "So I suppose you'll be going back soon to buy a matching ball bra for yourself then?"

                                            >You might as well be speaking prench to her as the unicorn cocks her head with confusion.

                                            >"Why would I get one of those? I don't have balls last I checked."

                                            >Looking down at her crotch, Vinyl makes sure that was still the case.

                                            >Feeling a headache come on, you rub your temples to try and soothe it.

                                            "Never mind, this isn't what I wanted to ask you anyway, and I'm too annoyed with you to feel anxious so I might as well do it now."

                                            >"Shoot."

                                            "How do you feel about herds?"

                                            >"I donno, they're alright I guess, never been in one."

                                            "Would you like to be in one with me?"

                                            >"Mkay."

                                            >Well at least she didn't yell at you, or end your friendship, all things considered it went better than you had expected, still you wish she had said-

                                            >Wait a second.

                                            "D-Did you say yes?"

                                            >"Uh huh."

                                            "As in, 'Yes Octavia I would like to form a herd with you.'"

                                            >"Yep."

                                            "R-Really?!"

                                            >"How many times I gotta say yeah?! You want me to say no!?" Vinyl says irritably, throwing her sock clad hooves in the air.

                                            >Your body acts on it's own, launching you into Vinyl's body with an oof as you nuzzle her face with yours.

                                            >"What is goin' on with you lately Octavia? Do I have to bring you to the horsepital?"

                                            >Booping her nose with yours, Vinyl scrunches, and you can't help but giggle.

                                            "No, thank you. I apologize for my behavior as of late, you've just made me very happy Vinyl."

                                            >"'Cause I agreed to herd?"

                                            "Very much so, you do not know how long I've been holding in that question."

                                            >"Well I mean we were kinda already in a herd, we live, eat, and hang out together, that's pretty much what a herd does."

                                            >This mare.

                                            "We will have a discussion of what a herd actually does later Vinyl, for now let me enjoy myself."

                                            >Laying down on top of her, you pay no mind to your teats touching, you were finally in a herd with your best friend, nothing could spoil that.

                                            >Getting comfortable on your living pillow, your curiosity gets the better of you and you take a look at Vinyl's magazine stuck between your chests.

                                            >It seemed to be some sort of fashion magazine, the articles were quite small compared to the pictures.

                                            >The particular page Vinyl was turned to had a stallion on it, a rather handsome unicorn stallion at that.

                                            >He was spread across both pages with his hard penis-

                                            >Shooting up off of Vinyl, you point a shaky hoof at the magazine below you.

                                            >"You aren't doing a real good job of convincing me not to check you into the loony bin Tav."

                                            >Staring back at you with lidded eyes was the stallion, erect and flared.

                                            >Not only that, but he was wearing the EXACT same socks as Vinyl, an extra one dangling from his stallionhood.

                                            "I-Is that a coltie magazine?!"

                                            >"What? Never seen a cock before?" Vinyl teases.

                                            "T-That's not the issue, you're-"

                                            >"Oh yeah I forgot you like these better."

                                            >A tingly force grabs the back of your head and pushes it down into Vinyl's crotch.

                                            >Resisting, a pair of socked legs wrap around your head as well, pulling you into a squishy embrace.

                                            >A nipple pokes your cheek as you're dragged further in her warm cleavage, her teats swallowing you with warmth.

                                            >You hadn't felt these since the day at the beach, and you all but melt into their plushness.

                                            >"Hey do ya mind giving me a hoof while you're down there herd sister? I'm gonna keep reading this mag and could use some help, if you know what I mean~"

                                            >Vinyl's sentence is punctuated by your head being pushed further in, your mouth coming in contact with a familiar hot wetness.

                                            >Vinyl's large clit winks against your tongue eagerly, seeming to have forgotten your rough treatment of it the last time you two met.

                                            >Indignation and fury rises in you as your face is ground against Vinyl's pussy, the strength in your hooves multiplying as you push yourself free from Vinyl's legs and magic.

                                            >Your chin dripping with juices, you glare down at the unicorn trying to hide behind her filthy reading material.

                                            "Why you little brat!"

                                            >Grabbing Vinyl's magazine in your mouth, you rip it out of her magical grip and whip it across the room.

                                            >"H-hey Tavi I was just joki- hrmf!"

                                            >Vinyl's terrified face is hidden from view as you shove your plot on top of it, cutting her off.

                                            >Taking a page out of her book, you clamp your thighs around her head, bringing her mouth into your crotch.

                                            "You're the one on the bottom, so who's the gay one now Vinyl?"

                                            >Roughly grinding against her face, you freeze for a moment as your pussy is treated to a hot wet tongue.

                                            >Unable to stop yourself from moaning, you bend down and almost purr into Vinyl's ear.

                                            "Hahh~ That's right you little trollop, service your alpha."

                                            >Picking up your pace, you mash your slit against Vinyl's expert tongue, it burying itself into your burning folds.

                                            >You moan under Vinyl's attention, her technique taking you by surprise.

                                            >Compared with your somewhat wild thrashing you gave her at the beach, Vinyl was a professional, hitting all your most sensitive areas with the skill and precision of a pegasi archer.

                                            >Vinyl's horn lights and you feel a tingling at your ponut, a magical force trying to push it's way inside.

                                            >Relaxing as best you could, you permit the sensation to enter your rear.

                                            >Passing your resistance, the magic spears into you, making you buck your hips against it as it travels deep inside you.

                                            >Expanding, the magic begins to take shape as it stretches your walls, making you let out a whimper of pleasure.

                                            >Just when you think it's going to rip you in half, the bulging sensation stops, it's final form recognizable by feel.

                                            >Vinyl had conjured a thick magical cock inside you.

                                            >Before you could get accustomed to it, it was dragged roughly out of you about halfway before being slammed back in.

                                            >Caught off guard, you let out a very unmarely squeal as your hips buck again into the phantom.

                                            >Trying to regain control, you start to grind against Vinyl again but the assault on both your love holes proves too much for your legs, the most you could do is weather the attack.

                                            >Your orgasm coming down on you like a stampeding buffalo, your body begins to shake.

                                            >Noticing, Vinyl doubles her efforts, tweaking your teats with her magic and ballooning the tip of the cock in your ass into a fat flare, pumping it faster and faster.

                                            >Crying out at the ceiling, your back arches as you clamp down on the intruders inside you, cumming all over Vinyl's face.

                                            >Halfway through your orgasm, a bolt of lightning rocks your body as a mouth envelops your winking clit and sucks, hard.

                                            >Your hips shake uncontrollably at the raw sensation, your voice knocked out of you as Vinyl takes her revenge.

                                            >Your legs give out as you scream, a second orgasm punching though the previous one.

                                            >Falling off Vinyl's face, your rump meets her chest letting her breathe in fresh air, temporarily.

                                            >As the second orgasm rocks you, your juices flow to coat the mouth that so adeptly attended to you.

                                            "Guh- t-take it you whorse!"

                                            >Vinyl licks at your pussy tenderly, drinking up your nectar as you come down from your peak.

                                            >Panting, you view the mess you made with some vindictive pride, your sticky juices connecting your flower to Vinyl's mouth with gooey strings.

                                            "*Hah* no- no homo."

                                            >Smacking her lips, Vinyl deliberately pulls the magical cock out from your ass as slow as possible.

                                            >Freeing it with a tight pop from your ring, Vinyl dispels it and blinks at you almost with concern.

                                            >"Sweet Celestia Tavi, we gotta get you some real dick."