Title:           Vinyl stadium
Author:          fetish-the-menace
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First Edit:      Sunday 30th of August 2015 11:54:23 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Tuesday 1st of September 2015 07:01:22 PM CDT

It was late evening. The stadium was closed down for maintenance. The five-o-clock show ended an hour ago, and the whole crowed had finally gotten out on time.
 
Octavia had a strict schedule in place, and any interruptions or delays in her plans were unacceptable, especially when it came to her visits with her friend, Vinyl.
 
She walked down the same halls, greeting the janitors and guards who were on the same routine as always. She made her way through the wide entrance into the stadium stands that stretched out for miles around. It was one of the biggest stadiums in Equestria. Once used for the super hooffball games, now it’s new use was for the great performance for a certain DJ pony, and was also the current residence for said DJ.
 
Octavia held on to her same warm smile she got when she set her eyes on her Vinyl. The hundred ton mare sat in the same spot in the middle of the stadium field as she always did. Her white blubbery coat had eaten most of the playing field, and her cutie mark showing off to all sides by its width, despite folds overlapping it. She could just barley make out the tiny lump that was her head in the massive cousin of her neck fat. Her equipment for her performances was set perfectly between the flabs just under her third chin.
 
Octavia stopped admiring her friend and made her way down to the special elevators that were made precisely for the maids to get to all the layers of Vinyl’s folds when it came to bathing time.
 
She was lifted up to Vinyl’s face level, but she had to still walk across the thick mounds in order to reach her head. The first step on her fur was like stepping on a heavy wet sponge, though, Octavia had gotten used to it at that point; but she still had to be careful as she could sink slightly and end up getting stuck. She was a pro at this point, and made it over to the DJ’s head in no time.
 
Vinyl didn’t know Octavia was walking up to her until her shadow was cast over her vision. Lifting her glasses off with her magic, she looked up at her friend as best she could with the inability to turn her head.
 
“Hey, Octavia, you’re right on time, as usual.” She gave her an impressed grin.
 
“Of course, Vinyl. I wouldn’t miss our special time for anything.” Octavia laid down on her side right next to Vinyl’s head; prompting herself against Vinyl’s massive neck rolls as cushions.
 
Across from where Octavia and Vinyl’s head were, a few workers set up the expandable conveyor belt that stretched across the stadium up to Vinyl’s head. Vinyl lifted a small remote with her magic and pressed the green button, which turned the belt on. About five minutes later a big juicy hayburger reached the end of the belt, followed by its siblings all set in a perfect line.
 
Vinyl picked up five hayburgers and scarfed the first one in two bites. She gave a deep moan as she chewed, stuffing the second one in her mouth while she was still chewing, then shoving the third and fourth one in at the same time after she had swallowed. She kept the belt moving forward with more burgers as she ate.
 
Octavia played with Vinyl’s spiky hair while she was deep in her eating. Normally she found this kind of habit repulsive, but Vinyl was different in her case. She was used to how Vinyl acted. In a sense, it was an attractive opposite personality she admired.
 
Vinyl downed about twenty burgers in under five minutes, and was not even close to slowing down. At some point she would get tired of chewing, and all her food would be all blended up and fed to her by tube. She preferred to eat this way because it allowed her to enjoy and savor the food, but she had no problem eating out of a tube when she got tired of all the chewing; she knew her limits.
 
Twenty minutes had gone by with Octavia only getting a bit of small talk out of Vinyl. Octavia had lost count of heyburgers that disappeared inside Vinyl at around a hundred and fifty-two. Nothing impressive. The most she could remember before losing count was two-hundred and eighty six.
 
Octavia was patient when it came to Vinyl’s dinner, it was the only time she had to spare, but still she felt a little ignored while Vinyl paid more attention on her food. Vinyl’s face was smeared with ketchup, and grease dripped down all her chins.
 
Vinyl let out a hardy belch, then surprised Octavia when she pressed the revers button, sending all the food uneaten back to be blended up for later. She looked at Octavia with an oddly seductive look. She licked her red mouth clean, and directed Octavia to stand in front of her, face to face.
 
Curious, Octavia obliged to Vinyl’s request, stepping over folds and rolls, and plumping her rump right on Vinyl’s second chin. She ignored the grease and sweat soaked fur that she sat on, she was too focused on what Vinyl wanted.
 
Vinyl fluttered her eyes and even blushed. “I may not show it much when you’re hear. But I do enjoy your company, and I’m grateful for the time you take out to spend it with me, even if it’s during my dinner and I don’t get to talk as much as we used to. But I… I wanted to do something extra special with you this day. I mean, if you’re up for it.”
 
Octavia’s heat rate sped up by how Vinyl was presenting all this. She had always thought Vinyl was grateful mentally, but openly confessing it to her, and wanting to go, dare she say, to the next level? The idea was both exciting and nerve-wracking at the same time. She felt herself heat up in her face.
 
“V-Vinyl… I—I don’t know what to say. This is so sudden. I don’t know how to respond!"
 
“Don’t,” Vinyl said, “just do.”
 
Octavia held her chest, feeling her heartbeat hard against her. “Vinyl…” she whispered.
 
Vinyl gave Octavia those petty big eyes that she couldn’t resist. Octavia leaned up close to Vinyl’s face. With shaky hooves she placed them over the sticky ketchup cheeks. They both breathed heavily as they were mere inches from each others sweet lips. No longer able to hold back, Octavia locked her lips with Vinyl’s, pushing her face as close as she could into her friend’s.
 
A rush of intense heat spreads across Octavia, then the flavor of greasy ketchup filled her mouth, but she ignored it and drove her tongue inside Vinyl; and wrestled with Vinyl’s swollen and bulkier fleshy tongue.
 
The air was filled with the mares’ passionate moans and sighs. Their mouths soaked in each others saliva, their hot breath watering their eyes.
 
Separating for a moment, Vinyl said, “Tavi. I want to go down on you. I want it!”
 
Octavia paused, but quickly recovered and stood up without questioning. Her mind was clouded with lust, and the thought of even more pleasure sounded completely okay to her. She held on to the sides of Vinyl’s head, and slid her legs in between the large flabs around her face. She realized just how deep her flabs actually went when her whole legs vanished between the hot, sweaty rolls, stopping only when her hips hit the fleshy walls.
 
Octavia’s marehood presented itself within inches of Vinyl’s face; her hot breath tickled Octavia’s lower lips. Hesitantly, she moved her hips forward, and Vinyl latched onto the wet flesh.
 
Octavia gave a desperate cry as she was suckled by the mountain of a mare. She couldn’t help but wiggle around in place as she was eaten out. Vinyl’s fat tongue pushed its way past her loving folds and almost knocked the wind out of her. She leaned forward, resting her belly over Vinyl’s face and wrapping her arms around her head.
 
Octavia moaned and gave out shuttered cries. Vinyl’s tongue completely stuffed her, and it wouldn’t be long before she would— “Uugh, Vinyl! You— I-I’m gonna, ah ah AHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
 
Octavia erupted, squirting all she had in Vinyl’s greedy mouth. Vinyl ate away at her juices as Octavia thrusted her hips right into her face. Once she had emptied herself, Octavia heaved and sighed, then fell back on her back and let herself sink into the thick, sweaty fat of her lover.
 
“Oh, Vinyl. I’m so sorry.”
 
Vinyl raised an eyebrow. “For what?”
 
“For one thing, not being here enough with you, and secondly for not being able to return the favor you had just performed for me. It’s simply not fair to you.” Octavia lifted her head up and looked at Vinyl with apologetic eyes.
 
“Hey, don’t sweat it. It’s been so long since I’ve felt my own vag that I’ve kind of forgotten how it really felt. So I can’t miss it if I don’t remember.”
 
Her response upsetted Octavia. She pondered on how she could repay Vinyl for the love she had shown her. With nothing coming to her mind, Octavia came to a conclusion.
 
“I’ll have my agent cancel my whole day tomorrow. I need rope, and probably a snorkeler.”
 
“W-why?”
 
Octavia gave Vinyl a big smirk. “I’m going down on you.”
 
 
 
It took Octavia about forty-five minutes for her to gain the necessary equipment for the task she had put herself in.
 
Firmly tying the rope around Vinyl’s tail, and making sure the rope around her waist was also tightly knotted, Octavia put on her snorkeler and then dove hooves first into the depths of Vinyl’s massive crevice that was her ass crack.
 
Octavia fell fast, the sweaty moist walls of Vinyl’s plot made it extremely hard for Octavia to slow herself and get a grip on something. Eventually she slowed down enough to hold herself in one place. She breathed through the snorkeler, and began swimming her way forward and hopefully had falling down enough that she would find her treasure. After awhile she had finally found the tiny dark pucker.
 
Octavia sweated profusely from the heat and moister all around her. She swam up to the dark flesh that looked so moist despite not being used for so long. She took her snorkeler off and positioned herself for the best support. She went up close and gave the flesh a quick lick. Instantly it tensed up, and suddenly the walls around her shuttered, droplets fell like rain water over her.
 
She knew Vinyl felt that.
 
She poked her muzzle between the folds and began to lick up the walls of her lover. Vinyl’s ass moved like the waves of the ocean as she did her thing. It was like the whole world was spinning out of control, as if she had to make Vinyl cum in order to stop this madness. She sucked hard and let her tongue dance all over Vinyl’s marehood. It was raining harder as she went on, unbelievable amounts of sweat fell over her; mane and tail drenched like she had falling into a pond.
 
Vinyl's walls tensed up, both inner and outer, and Octavia was pummeled by cum that shot out of Vinyl’s marehood.
 
Once she was finished, Octavia cleaned herself up, and began the climb back up to the surface. A few minutes within her climb she heard a low rumbling that quickly turned into loud gurgling. At first she didn’t think much about it, but as it got more intense did she realize what was about to happen.
 
She clawed at the rope to propel herself up as fast as possible. The sounds getting louder encouraged her to go faster, but in the end she wasn’t fast enough.
 
Vinyl’s gut had been working hours on end to produce all the gas from the food she constantly ate, it built up inside her and only once per day would all her gas be expelled at once. Poor Octavia decided to go down to the lower levels during its release time. Would’ve been nice if Vinyl had said something to her.
 
Octavia’s ear drums rang with the intense sound of roaring gas being expelled from wherever her asshole was. The power that the gas held caused major shockwaves all across Vinyl’s ocean of fat, and Octavia—being in the middle of the tsunami—was rattled in place. She was thrown back and forth like a rag doll. Poor Octavia was trapped in that state for a good couple minutes while the day’s worth of gas continued to release.
 
Finally the storm had passed, and Vinyl released a big sigh, and then proceeded to laugh hysterically. “Oh man! That timing was perfect! I wished I’d have been able to see that happen!” she said, waiting to see the mess Octavia was in when she finally managed to get herself back out.