Toxic Girl

Then the birth is always followed by a decadence therefore something would be sacrificed that night.

Saddlestitch had the opening act so that somehow gave some extra time to prepare my vocals because they feel a bit garbled.

By the stepped into the limelight I was clad with a short sleeved transparent black shirt and a thin choker. I had also brought my alicorn mic stand since it was becoming a sort of trademark.

The stage had a sober design, particularly black velvet with the Rockuestria logo on it and a set of tall candelabras.

We played at least ten songs in a row and the newest one which took me forever to get right.

This ghost of a girl is killing me,
am I strong enough to believe,
this creature's all over me,
I'm losing my mind, I'm losing my faith,
I'm losing it.

Behind every corner a wink of an eye,
inviting me,
A stroke of her skin is more than enough
to bring out the worse in me.

I guess she knows I'm unfaithful
I might as well just give in.
End this charade
My thoughts are my poison
A snake that's biting its own tail.

Beware of heartache
beware of the night-mare
A beautiful stranger
but with a decadent flair.

I did notice that in the middle of the song Blak was checking me out, from top to bottom. Even when he wasn't there I felt that he was looking at me; I even shivered just by hearing the name.

As usual as soon as I finished the set I failed to explain about my chaotic behavior except for a handful or words like, "Keep reaching for that dark rainbow, kids."

Twigster was the only one who noticed that I was a bit disengaged from our conversations we had backstage.

So I came up with a rather silly excuse to be left alone, only my trustworthy Pete knew about it.

"Alright!" he cried. "Back to your old self again, huh?"

"I guess so. I might as well shut down one door and open another one," I said entering the eerie dressing room.

"Pete; this is just between you and me. You don't ask, don't tell what went on in here."

"Gotcha, what happens in Las Pegasus stays in Las Pegasus."

After I was secure inside this time it was horribly silent. The room was spacious enough and with an artificial temperature around sixty degrees more or less considering how it was outside.

The air was filled with a soft scent of sandalwood. Some old school goth music played in the background which I couldn't figure out exactly.

"Please, go ahead and make yourself comfortable," said Blak while he layed on a light gray leather couch and drinking someting of a rather bluish color, "I don't bite."

I did everything to appear less naive and nervous.

"Is this your first time?" he asked.

"Of course not," I replied proudly.

"It figures, would like some of this?"

"You know I'm always open to new experiences," I said. And so I took a sip and noticed that such liqueur was way stronger than what I used to have. My throat was on fire.

"Ah, you should have given me this earlier; it's heavy."

"Thanks!" said Blak gleefully, "I always carry a special stash of mine everywhere I go; the best from Trottingham. They call it Midnight Rain. You can have this one, I have lots more. So, what's your current situation?"

"About what? Oh, no, I'm not seeing anyone right now."

"Me neither, freedom is always so underappreciated because you're one of those hard to tame ponies, am I right?"

I paused, "What if I want to feel tamed?"

"Oh, don't be ridiculous! Some pony like you deserves to be in the wild and rock n' roll is practically THAT."

He approached and leaned his head on me and continued to caress me.

"Your coat is so soft and shiny; it would be such a shame if it got dirty."

I started to feel ticklish and remained silent. "Thanks, I always take good care of it, I admit sometimes I'm sort of a neat freak."

His baby blue coat on the other hand felt cold against mine.

"Tell me something, Marelyn..." he whispered into my ear. "Do you like that?"

He stuck his hoof between my legs and into my crotch. This made me yelp and feel aroused.

He kissed all the way down my chest while he continued to massage my parts and progressively he spread my legs.

Blak looked up at me and said gasping, "I want you, I want you..."

"That´s the problem," I said breathing heavily, "Everybody wants me but who can love me?" My eyes watered.

"Oh, love, I wish I could mutter those words to make you happy," he said, "instead I´ll do my best to make you feel better, now where were we?"

His tongue began to invade my dick as if we was devouring some precious piece of caramel.

I cried while I leaned against the couch. "Damn! Don´t stop..."

He then licked in an upward and downward position as he grabbed my cock with both hooves. The tension was getting to my thighs. I breathed faster. At one point I shut my eyes thinking this was a surreal moment. It was wrong but it felt so right.

I just gave in because he was doing it so well I had nothing to fear. I shivered within the depths of that dark room.

"Fuck, keep going," I said.

His tongue slightly twisted and moved slower; that was the moment I was on fire and came intensively.

"Awwww!" I screamed out loud to the top of my lungs. "Fuck."

I couldn´t see if he swallowed my cum or not but after that he ended he landed on top of me to cuddle.

"It´s alright, love, everything´s is going to be alright."

Blak felt me trembling and hugged me tighter,

"I´m so cold."

"Shhh, it´s okay, I´m not letting you go."