Vinyl Scratch tapped a hoof against the ground as she stood next to her mailbox, just outside her cottage home. She sat and looked down the dirt road through Ponyville’s streets, watching as several ponies crossed about and made small talk, smiling and laughing the day away. Her eyes scanned for a white and blue mail carriage, the likes of which seemed to taunt her with it’s absence. Vinyl huffed and looked up to the sun to check the time before snapping back to the road.

“Jeeze, Derpy, can you get any slower?” she said sitting down and flicking her tail back and forth.

Vinyl opened her mouth and covered a yawn. It had been a long night. She had to sort through quite the mess when Applejack hadn’t shown up yesterday for some reason. Vinyl had spent hours upon hours of staying on hold, giving ID numbers, and sorting through paperwork or shipping forms, all to try and figure out where exactly Applejack had ended up. Fortunately, things had finally gotten sorted out, but despite Vinyl’s every try, the mail route couldn’t deliver her package in the middle of the night. Now, her shipment was on schedule to be delivered to her doorstep. She wouldn’t take any chances this time around with the farm.

Oh well, trial by fire I guess. Besides, she’ll cum like a rainboom now, Vinyl thought with a snicker. Her chuckle slowly died and her gaze drifted down as her tail wrapped around her. “I hope she isn’t mad at me...”

Screeching brakes broke Vinyl out of her thoughts as a carriage embroidered with a letter attached to a pair of wings pulled up in front of her house. Vinyl jumped to her feet, a huge smile forming on her face.

“Hey, Vinyl Scratch,” Derpy said with a smile, as she flew around to the back. “I guess ya got a package?”

“Oh my gosh, yes! You’re here! I’ve been waiting for her–IT! I’ve been waiting for it I mean, and by that I mean these, uh...” Vinyl looked down at the shipping order form. “These pears,” she said, snapping back to Derpy with a nod but did a double take. “Wait—what? I...did I really write that? What the heck? Jeeze, I guess I really didn’t give a crap.”

Derpy stopped halfway down the the ramp with Applejack’s crate and blinked, staring at Vinyl. “Uh, so is this right then?” she said, inner eyebrows turning up. “I can’t really get in trouble with the bossman again. I’ve been trying but he keeps saying I just mess up all the time and I don’t know what to do...”

“Uh, no no, this is definitely right, I just...” Vinyl looked down and smiled. “I guess I wasn’t really taking this as seriously as I should have and I screwed up is all. I...I’m hoping I can maybe be forgiven for forcing things on others. That’s really the cause of this whole thing. I won’t do it again.”

Vinyl felt a muffin set down on her head and she shifted her eyes up. Derpy was grinning with her big happy crossed-eyed look. “I think sometimes we all just need a muffin.”

Vinyl paused then giggled at the pegasus’ as she took the muffin off her head and bit into it. “Thanks, Derpy. Oh hey, this is apple flavor. I love these—how did you know?”

“I had an extra. So, you should probably take Applejack and get her inside soon.”

Vinyl Scratch violently coughed up muffin chunks onto the ground and she beat her chest. “Derpy, you knew!” she said, hoarsely. “I...wha? How?”

Derpy shrugged. “The shipping game? I didn’t know those were supposed to be a secret,” she said, and with a flap of her wings, she flew back to the carriages front seat. The vehicle’s engine roared to life and Derpy gave a happy-go-lucky wave as she pulled away. Vinyl Scratch stood there, stunned, staring down the road after her. What else does Derpy notice that nopony else does? she thought, furrowing her brow.

Her gaze drifted to the crate standing up to her side. “Aw dang, Applejack! I’ve got to get her inside and opened pronto.” Vinyl grabbed the crate and tilted it back onto her own dolly she had kept to the side. She grunted and strained as the full weight pressed down, but nonetheless managed to hold it up. Vinyl took a step toward her house and pulled hard, angling her head back and biting her lip. The crate came with her, albeit slowly, and soon dragged up the first step and into the house.

“Man, I’m never going to take Derpy’s shipping or mail service for granted ever again,” Vinyl said as she pulled the crate in. “Lugging this thing around is a freakin’ pain! It would have been better if this had all gone as planned and I helped her get off at the farm. I’ve got to go ahead and open AJ up before she sees me now. She hates kinky stuff like this.”

“Before who sees you doing what, Vinyl?”

Vinyl Scratch’s eyes bolted open and she snapped around, slamming her back up against the shipping crate. Octavia stood in front of her, head cocked to the side and mouth slightly ajar. “Oh—hey, Octavia. Fancy seeing you here—home—so early. I must have missed you when I came home and waited out front. Meet any cute stallions on your last trip to Canterlot?”

Octavia’s eyes widened and she took a step back and blushed. “Oh, well no, Vinyl, not really. Uh, but...” Octavia ran a hoof through her mane and looked to the side. “You see, Vinyl, there was something I wanted to talk to you about involving that.”

The mare had already started to move the shipping crate up the stairs, dragging the dolly wheels step by step with big whacks as she lurched backwards.

“Hey! Vinyl, I was talking to you! This is really important.”

“Yeah well,” Vinyl said between a grunt as she pulled the crate up another step. “I kinda have this package and I really need to uh...get it released an’—er like opened and relieved and—” She slapped a hoof to her face. “You know what? Nevermind. Package. Here now. Bye. Talk later,” Vinyl said, giving a wave as she finished the last step and back peddled into her room, shutting the door with a bang.

Octavia narrowed her eyes and huffed. She turned and galloped up the stairs after her room mate. Octavia banged on the door to with a hoof, which resulted in a frustrated groan on the other side. “Vinyl, I...” Octavia bit her lip and sat down. “I kinda just wanted to talk to you about my crush since you seem to know her really well.”

Vinyl rolled her eyes as she jammed a crowbar into the side of the shipping container and pulled. “Oh yeah? And who is that then? I party with everypony,” she said, grunting and saying the last word through clenched teeth.

“Applejack.”

“What!?” Vinyl’s jaw dropped as she fell back when the wood gave way, opening the front of the box. A dazed looking Applejack now stood facing her bedroom door, tongue hanging out and a thin strand of spittal connected to her chest. Her legs were absolutely drenched, twitching every few seconds and she stared off into space.

“Eh, okay well, Octy, that’s fine,” Vinyl called out as she got to her hooves. “I just uh...I kinda need a few seconds to get this off—er I mean out of the box—whatever! I just need you to go right now!”

She undid the harnesses holding her marefriend and let her down gently to the floor. Applejack’s head lolled to the side and she only tried to grind forward, unaware she now had use of her hooves again.

Vinyl paused as she went to remove the toy. “What the? Where the heck is the vibrator?” she whispered. “How does something that big go miss—wait, is that? Oh...wow...how did that happen?” she said, moving her head back.

“Vinyl Scratch,” Applejack breathed. “P-please, it doesn’t matter now. I just need to c-cum... I can’t think straight.”

“Alright, Applejack. Just relax, I’ll take care of everything,” she said quietly. Vinyl dipped her face down to Applejack’s flowing lips and pulled her hair back with a hoof. She closed her eyes and began licking her marefriend’s moist honeypot, drawing her tongue across her marefriends sex with practiced skill.

“I-I just...” Octavia said. “I don’t really understand why I like Applejack. I just do. She’s caring and honest and classy.”

“Oh, yeah definitely.” Vinyl flicked her tongue against Applejack’s clit a few times, eliciting a few quiet gasps.

“And, you seemed to be spending a lot of time with her and I was worried I guess. A-are you two already dating? Or...could you...maybe...” Octavia’s voice faded to a quiet whisper.

Vinyl Scratch stopped licking and put a hoof to her face. “Look, Octavia, I can let you hook up with her if you really want to, but right now I need you to go downstairs already!”

“Vinyl Melody Scratch, what has gotten into you! Wait... you bought a sex toy again, didn’t you!” Octavia yelled from the other side of the door.

Vinyl flinched. “Er—no?”

“Vinyl, you know what I told you about lewd behavior like that. It’s uncouth for a lady like yourself.” Vinyl Scratch rolled her eyes. “If you can’t keep such devices out of this house, I’ll be forced to remove them myself.”

Yeah, ok. Go ahead and try, miss prissy pants,Vinyl thought. She bent down and thrust her tongue forward into Applejack’s nethers. Her tongue snaked around, massaging every inch of her marefriends passage. Applejack grabbed Vinyl’s head and pushed her face down. Vinyl kept going to town, alternating between licks directly across AJ’s clit and diving her tongue down her slit. It wouldn’t be long now.

“What on earth are you doing in there?” Octavia said. “I can hear...slurping and something wet. Are you—eating? What could you be eating at a time like this?”

“Apples,” Vinyl said with a smirk.

“Fff, fuck, I-I’m going to cum, Vinyl,” Applejack breathed, trying to keep as quiet as possible. “I-I can feel it and it’s gonna be huge. Oh Celestia, I can’t hold back anymore.”

“...Vinyl, I’m not going to yell at you from this side of the door like I’m your mother. I’m coming in.”

Vinyl Scratch eyes widened as she rolled to the side and everything went into slow motion. The door handle turned, each degree seeming to click like a second hand of a clock, Applejack arching her back and, eyes blank and tongue rolling out. Octavia opened the door and her eyes shot open wide. A massive blush spreach across her face. “A-Applejack?” she squeaked, putting her forehooves to her mouth.

“Aaaaah!!” Applejack screamed, her head whipping back. A wave of spray blasted forward towards the door. Octavia stood stunned as she was soaked from head to hoof in her crush’s marecum. Applejack, grit her teeth as she blew wave after wave of pent up sexual lust across the room. Finally she finished, her legs quaking and holding her lower half up for a few seconds before she collapsed, a look of pure, lewd bliss across her face.

Octavia’s legs gave out on her. Her mouth hung open as her wet mane clung to her face, dripping onto the floor with small plicks. “I—A-Applejack? What were you...? This... Vinyl...I-I,” Octavia stammered, tears gathering at the sides of her eyes.

Vinyl Scratch sat to her marefriend’s side, having dodged Applejack’s squirting inadvertently. She rubbed the back of her neck and avoided eye contact with her roommate. “Uh, yeah...”

Octavia fell forward and buried her face in her hooves. She started crying, sobs wracking her body. “V-Vinyl how...how could you?” she said between bouts. “Applejack is...is like this? With you? I was wrong all along about everything! I feel so stupid!”

“Ooohh...yeah...I guess AJ is kinda into sex because of me, since we’re going out and stuff. I kinda-maybe-sorta introduced her to all the sex games I like, as well as–uh–the other stuff I do,” Vinyl pawed at the floor, her head lowered.

Octavia jolted up and glared at her roommate. “Vinyl, how could you do something like this! You corrupt her and then you get her off like a complete slut right in front me?”

“I didn’t ‘corrupt’ her, miss prim and proper, and for the record, she hasn’t done anal.” Vinyl glanced over to AJ’s plot. “Oh right... Nevermind.” Just as she looked back, Octavia pounced on her. “Agh, hey! Octavia, what’s wrong with you?!” Vinyl yelled as she tossed under her roommate.

Octavia pinned her and pulled over the leather straps and leg bar laying nearby. She then tied and attached them to Vinyl’s hooves. Octavia leaned back and stared down at her helpless roommate, straddling her waist. She licked her lips and smirked.

Vinyl squinted her eyes at Octavia. “Wait...Octy? Are you ok? You look a little flushed still. It’s like you’ve had some of the...” Her eyes shot open. “Oh no, Octavia wait! When Applejack came on you, it had traces of the—” Her voice cut her off as Octavia pulled a gag around her head.

Octavia’s eyelids lowered and her face reddened. Vinyl could even feel her roommate’s body heat on her crotch as well as a subtle moist feeling. Octavia rubbed her hooves across her body and squirmed. “Hah, I feel so hot right now. Vinyl, I—I think I want...I don’t know what.”

Vinyl yelled into the gag but nothing came out. Octy, stop! You got hit with an overdose of the aphrodisiac. You’re not thinking clearly right now!

Octavia looked over to Applejack, who lay on the floor in a heap with lazy, half-closed eyes. The heated mare leaned off Vinyl and slinked over. She moved to AJ’s side and kneeled down but blushed and looked away. Octavia swallowed, and closed her eyes. “Um, Applejack...I-I know you might not know me but, if you want to—I mean, if you really like that kind of stuff...” she said, shifting nervously.

Octavia bit her lip and dropped down. Her lips locked with Applejack’s, and the dazed mare’s eyes shot open. Octavia dove her tongue inside, tossing with Applejack’s and moaning all the while. Applejack could feel the fragrant moisture covering Octavia wetting her own coat and her lust surged again. The kiss felt amazing. Applejack pushed her own tongue forward, dueling with Octavia’s as her loins moistened. Finally, they separated, both with burning red etched across their faces.

Octavia licked her lips and glanced over to Vinyl. “So you two play a lot of kinky games, huh?” Applejack drew the side of her mouth back and looked away. “It’s okay if it’s you, Applejack, so... do you mind if I try?”

Author's Note

It's a known fact among the authors I talk to that I don't do clop, so when I offered Kaidan a free ticket for a one-shot, he told me I had to fix that. The prompt was Applejack X Vinyl Scratch and a shipping fetish which birthed what you see before you after several awkward writing sessions for me. Yet, the discomfort of my editors and probably you, young reader, makes that all worthwhile.