He was a keeper; Scratch took him home. She led, dancing ahead and presenting herself with bent knees and a flick of her tail, before dashing away, keeping out of reach, enticing him with rhythmic sways of her flanks. By the time they arrived, Big Mac was nearly mad with lust. She rushed to her bedroom and hopped onto the bed, grinding herself against it in anticipation of him. Every aching second seemed eternal, but he took his time; the chase had ended, and all that was left was to claim her.
Her slim, slight form may as well have weighed nothing. He flipped her onto her back and she gasped as he attacked her neck with licks and sucks and playful nips. He didn’t bother with her mouth, but she didn’t mind. She smiled as he went lower and cooed when he took her length into his mouth. His tongue worked, and a gentle suction drew pleasure from Scratch. Her moans and squeaks grew more urgent, and her feminine hips twitched and worked before finally she bucked up and Big Mac felt her throb against the back of his throat. He swallowed all she had to give.
He moved up to kiss her and felt her magic guide his member to her entrance. She managed one whispered word, “Please...,” and he couldn’t help but press forward at the invitation, muscles working. She’d managed to apply a lubricant at some point and he slid in easily, inch after exquisite inch. She gasped as he hilted himself in her, and for long minutes she writhed silently beneath him, her eyes begging for more. Finally, with a grunt, he spilled himself deep within her, pulsing, moaning. They panted as he grew soft.
He kissed her.
Vinyl Scratch smiled.
Big Macintosh came to Ponyville's new dance club to see what the fuss was about, not expecting to enjoy himself much. He certainly hadn't expected to meet any mares that struck his interest, but as soon as he had walked in, he'd seen the beauty behind the turntables. He'd heard of Vinyl Scratch before, but never much detail, and never that she looked so good.
And now, with the dancing over, the red stallion couldn't believe his luck. He was doing his best to flirt with the unicorn musician; to his eternal surprise, rather than laugh at his lame pickup lines, she was flirting back.
They got drinks and retired to a table in the dark corner of the club; it was still hours till last call, but the place had become nearly deserted since the end of the music, with only a few amorous stragglers enjoying their drinks and company in close pairs. A stray female fan approached, complimenting Scratch on another good show before giving the two a knowing smile and returning to the table she shared with her own date.
Big Macintosh finished his drink quickly, for courage, as he admired Scratch's feminine curves. The stallion threw a hoof around her neck; lips met, tongues met. The unicorn made a little moaning sound in the back of her throat, and it drove Mac wild. All too soon, the kiss ended. "You're one hot little filly," he murmured, looking down at her with a seductive smile. She hummed appreciatively, and leaned in to nibble on his ear before whispering into it, "I have a secret, big stallion... I'm not a filly yet. I'm pre-op."
The only thing more surprising to Big Mac than the revelation was his reaction:
"I have the weirdest boner right now."
Vinyl Scratch smiled.
