You know those days where you think nothing’s ever gonna get better for you? I mean that in a good way, like, no matter what comes up, I couldn’t be happier. And, to be honest, I don’t really have a good reason to be happy, I just am. But maybe that’s just the holiday spirit rubbing off on me.

Pinkie Pie is a saint for inviting me to this get-together. I hadn’t planned on doing anything for Hearth’s Warming Eve anyway. My parents are off with family, and I deliberately chose not to go. The last thing I wanna do is spend a sentimental fundamentalist holiday (don’t get me wrong, I still love this time of year) with my sentimental fundamentalist parents. The only present I need this year is some time alone in the house. Even then, it does get lonely for a teenage boy. Which is why, when Pinkie passed me an invite during my shift at Sugarcube Corner, I didn’t hesitate to take her up on it after I washed all the confetti out of my mane. Messed up my gel...

So, this is a good night. I have my Nymph (it’s my favorite lemon-lime soda), I have my headphones, and I have DJ Pon3’s smooth mix of electronica and rock playing in my head, which I casually nod to while I watch everypony else socialize.

No, I haven’t really talked to many people aside from saying a brief “Hey-o,” or “What’s up?” but I have made myself known, which is good enough for me. I’d rather be seen and not heard in a public place than spend it alone at home.

The opportunity to be social comes around as Caramel breaks away from his group of musclehead friends, heading to the counter. I guess he’s getting another round. It has been a while since I’ve really sat and talked with him, so I guess I can come out of my shell for a little while.

I drop my phones around my neck and wave to him. “Yo, Carm!”

He stops his strutting, turning to see me. He’s showing off a green and black polo shirt and black khakis. Humble. Being the social dude he his, he immediately smiles and swaggers my way. “There’s the little dude! How’s it hanging?”

Before I can react he grapples me in bone breaking hug. Yeah, he’s one of those friendly guys. Ah, hell. I hug him back. “Good to see you, bro.”

Even though I didn’t really invite him to, though I was planning on it, Caramel joins me in the booth. He sits cross legged, one arm up on the table and the other across my back, his hand resting on my shoulder. It’s nothing new to me; that’s how he sits with everyone. Even my brother.

“It’s been a while,” Caramel says. “Haven’t seen Thunderlane in, what, a few months? Yeah, last time was before he headed off for the fall term at the academy. When is that over?”

I take a sip of my Nymph. “It was over a while ago, but big brother couldn’t stick around long. He had a lot of training to do before he headed back on up there."

Caramel looks a little bummed. Can’t really blame him; he’s really close to my big brother. Reeeal close. They had every gym class together all throughout junior high and high school. That’s a big deal at that large, fancy, out of town public school they went to. Me, I prefer Miss Cheerilee’s schoolhouse. Recesses were good to my wings and my mareish good looks.

If years of Caramel coming by after class and crashing on the couch have taught me anything, he always bounces back to happy.

"Putting training above all else? That's my boy Lane, alright," he says with what sounds like pride.

Then there’s just this awkward silence between us for a minute. My Nymph sits there in front of me, almost empty but not quite, and Caramel doesn't do anything besides sit there with his arm around me. I have to say, it's enjoyable despite how horribly awkward things are getting. It’s worth it just to hang with a good friend.

After what feels like an eternity, Caramel looks over at my drink, asking with his eyes if I'm gonna finish it. I give it to him for the hell of it. "Thanks, kid!" he exclaims, picking up my glass. Er, what was my glass a minute ago. He slugs the rest of it down in one heavy swig. Yep, that’s what drinking contests get ya; Caramel wins every time, Thunderlane gets a headache, and I pass out on the spot. Never should have let my bro talk me into that…

He squeezes my shoulder tight, then looks over to me. He actually seems impressed as he feels my semi-hard muscle beneath my black t-shirt. “You’ve been working out?”

I flex my biceps, at least the little I have, but I’m never one to turn down a compliment. “Yeah, I head to the gym with Scootaloo after class. It’s more fun than homework.” Sorry, creative writing. Pretentious overly long paragraphs about life and existence can wait.

“This Scootaloo…” Caramel raises a brow, a naughty grin on his muzzle.

Oh, I know where he’s going with this. Being a total flirt means he’s always asking if I have a coltfriend or marefriend every time we talk. Yes, I swing both ways. Moving on.

I shrug at his assumption. “She’s cool and all, but her enthusiasm reminds me too much of big brother. I prefer somepony more laid back...” I pause, then decide to bring up the big reason why my invitation for her to join me in the gym shower didn’t pan out. “And not a lesbian.”

He looks a smidge surprised at that, but he levels out in a moment, smiling right at me. "Well, it's a shame this girl doesn't have eyes for a cute guy like you."

I can feel myself tense up a bit. Geez, burly dude like him calling me cute... Then again, who hasn't he addressed as cute, gorgeous, sweet, or some other affectionate flirty word? Or, maybe he really thinks I’m cute... I’d prefer to be called sexy, but still. That'd be nice.

"I see you enjoyed my little compliment?" I hear Caramel say just outside my thoughts. I jump in my seat, shaken from my entrancement, and look over at him.

"Que?"

"You're blushing pretty hard there, Rumble,” he says with a grin.

Wait. I’m blushing?!

I turn away quickly as Caramel’s chuckles make themselves apparent. He comforts me by running his beefy fingers through my slickened mane. “Come on, what pony wouldn’t want a dude with a manejob like this?”

“Style it every morning…” I mutter.

“I know, I’ve seen you spend a good half-hour on it.” He raises a finger and says matter-of-factly, “A good amount of delicacy is insanely attractive in a dude. You have me beat in that regard.” He flicks his neck long brown mop, obviously disgruntled at the offset part. “So, yeah.”

I’m not gonna pretend his mane looks great, but its messiness is pretty hot in its own right. Put a little conditioner in there, and we’ve got a good candidate for Playmare. Especially with those muscles…

I see those deltoids flex as he claps his hands together. “Oh, click! Just remembered what I wanted to talk about! I’ve got another album coming out.”

I tilt my head. “Oh, you’re still doing that?” I remember the big deal he made about recording a bunch of acoustics and making a disc out of it. I have to be honest, he’s not bad. He certainly has a sexy voice when the moment calls for it. His bridges, however, need work.

“Yep.”

“Cool. Can’t wait to hear your work on this.” I lift up my phones a little bit. “Just got this new set as an early Hearth’s Warming gift from big brother. HD audio, surround sound, and it can hold up to five-thousand songs that I’ll never have.”

“What do you have on it, then?” Caramel asks, pointing lazily.

“Lots of DJ Pon3 and Sweetie Belle.” Speak of Tartarus. Just as I say that, their crossover song Plaid Romance starts playing. I turn it down so I don’t get distracted by the good DJ chanting “Rah-Rah” in her boner inducing voice. “But I do have a lot of your work, too,” I reassure Caramel. “I Can’t Decide is platinum material, dude.”

He flushes, running a hand through his mane. "Uh, thanks. Wish that there were more girls that thought so," he mumbles. “Some people think it’s ‘too creepy’ or ‘pretentious.’”

I mentioned Caramel is modest, but there is such a thing as too modest. The way I see it, when somepony has a talent, they should be proud of it. I'm damn proud of my eagle eye cutie mark. Caramel should be happy his mark shows he’s a competent farmhand. He has a nice set of pipes to back that up.

I take it upon myself to cheer him up. "You know Sparkler?”

“Yeah, Derpy’s adopted kid? She’s a cutie.”

“And a fan," I say with saucy enthusiasm. "According to Dinky, you’re all that she’s been listening to these past few months.”

Caramel gives a nervous laugh, his eyes disbelieving. "No way. Seriously?" The waitress comes by and drops off another glass of Nymph, which he immediately gets to drinking.

"Yeah,” I reply. “And she touches herself to your album cover."

His eyes shoot open and he spits the drink clear across to the opposite end of the booth.

“That’s gotta be a bar record.”

Caramel slumps down in his seat once more. Despite looking all too suddenly sobered, he still smiles and rumples my mane. "Now I know you're pulling my leg.”

“Heh, yeah, maybe,” I mumble. I don’t truly know about Sparkler’s affection towards Caramel, but that’d be normal for her; that whole family is weird. Dinky is perpetually happy, Derpy is, well, Derpy, and they’re constantly hanging around that spiky-maned earthwalker who always wears a tie. Can’t quite get a reading on that one. Whatever the case, I wouldn’t put it above Sparky to wanna tap Caramel.

She’s not the only one…

“Hey, Carm…”

“What’s up?” he asks, putting his arm around me again. The way he holds me, it doesn’t feel like he’s being his usual boisterous self. The way the curve of his torso settles against my side, and how his fingers gently hold my shoulder like it’s ripe fruit, it all feels a bit more real and… Ah, hell, intimate, like he’s not forcing himself to be enthusiastic about a kid who is just his best friend’s little brother.

His best friend’s little brother who might see him as more than just a cool guy.

“New year’s comin’ in hot,” I say, talking slowly and trying to find the right words. “I resolved to make some closure between myself a few demons. So, it’d be best to get a few things out in the open.”

And he’s completely open. I look at him, and he’s not acting condescending. He’s taking me seriously. “Oh, like what?” he asks.

I dunno, perhaps I wanna talk about how I saw him and big brother doing reps in the backyard, and he was shirtless, showing me every bead of sweat traveling in a wavy trail down his neck. Or the time when I was killing time at the park, and I saw him doing a perfect backstroke through the lake, with his swimsuit clinging around his quads…

Or, better yet, how I stupidly walked into the bathroom, and my phones were so loud I couldn’t hear the shower running. Then, there he was, soaking wet from head to hoof, just getting out. A full athletic build of a slender waist, strong legs and muscular arms. He was completely revealed to me, making my jaw almost hit the freakin’ floor.

And he had just stood there and smiled.

"So, you were saying?" he asks, snapping me back to the present.

“Oh.” Caramel is not in front of me, and he’s fully clothed. That’s a relief, and yet… “You, uh…” How do I go about this? I guess, when going for a swim, you test the water inch by inch, get a feel for the temperature… “You remember when I caught you buck naked in the shower?” Or just cannonball in. Yep.

Caramel’s eyes dart around a few times as his smile curls into a grin. I can see a little more red in that yellow face. Then he bursts out laughing.

Oh dear. I broke him.

He stifles himself long enough to catch his breath, then he finally speaks. “How could I not remember that? It was freakin’ hilarious! Your eyes were as wide as the moon!”

I’m not feelin’ so good. There’s no doubt in my mind that he’s exaggerating, and it’s nice to know he isn’t being overly awkward about that event, passing it off as just one of those things. But it’s not one of those things.

“Seriously, though. Why bring it up?”

“I, er, hmmm…” Well, what am I supposed to tell him? “Well, I..." I feel my face flush. I want to say it, I really do, but... can I?

Carmel blinks a few times before he shows a look of cautious clarity. “Hey, uh… You don’t… Have you been crushin’ on me?”

That’s about the jist of it. But it sounds better coming out of his mouth. All I can really do is purse my lips, nod, and hope for the life of me Caramel doesn’t storm off and never talk to me again. I don’t want to be remembered as a massive coltcuddler pervert.

He just gives a little chuckle. "Well, if ya wanna join us big ponies outside the closet, just say so, okay?"

I feel mad all of a sudden. I was trying to be serious, and he’s just being all snarky! "Hey, just 'cause I think you're the hottest dude in Ponyville doesn't mean you can just... just... oh." I feel my face go red again from embarrassment. Twofold when Caramel touches my cheek.

“Dude, it’s cool.”

A whole orb of relief just exploded inside of me. I think my coat has gone a few tints lighter. I let out an eased sigh, and cupping my hands over my heated face, I give in to Caramel’s pushing hand. He pulls me into a hug. This isn’t the hug you give a friend. The way his muzzle brushes against my neck tells me it’s a little bit closer than that. “I mean, who isn’t crushing on you, right?” I ask.

He chuckles. It’s obvious he sees the remaining slivers of embarrassment on me. “It’s cool, it’s just… Yeah, it’s cool.”

“Cool,” I say, still shaking internally. Not externally; Caramel’s hug is far too strong for that. “Don’t know what brought that on, really…” I say that as I catch a whiff of his scent. Oooh, strawberry scented body spray.

Caramel releases me from his embrace, all too soon, and lets me sit back down.“Hey, it’s a sentimental time of year. That’s a memory neither of us will forget.”

“Don’t read too much into it, Carm, but I’d hate to forget it anytime soon.” Ah, crud. It’s the return of the blush. As amazing as it is that he’s not mad, or anything negative for that matter, I’d rather move the conversation elsewhere. “So, uh, tell me more about that new album.”

The non-sequitur throws him for a loop, but he decides to indulge me. Besides, it seems like he’s genuinely excited to talk about his latest work. “Oh yeah! What if I told you I have an official sponsor?”

“No shit? And here I thought only hipsters and close friends would be graced by your angelic voice.”

“Eh, rock is far too common nowadays. Even hipsters wouldn’t approach my work.” Caramel chuckles for what seems like the fiftieth time tonight. Frankly, I’ll never get bored of seeing him so energetic and happy. “But I don’t need hipsters to appreciate what I have cooking. See, this sponsor is also gonna help me strike it rich.”

It’s beyond me why he didn’t bring this up earlier, but then again, he probably cared more about my business than his own, even though this is pretty effin’ big. “The two of you are gonna collab?”

“Bingo!” Caramel punches into his palm, then drums on the table like a little kid who just had his first sip of coffee. So this is big. “And I think you know her quite well.”

Stop the presses. Now he’s the one blushing as he mentions this new mare. I slowly nod my head and smile devilishly. “Aaaah, I see how it is. You spin her records, and she takes a ride on the disco stick.”

Caramel shoots me a stare and points, wearing a guarded expression. “That is entirely true.” He shrugs. “What? Jealous?”

I do the same. “Shit, a little,” I say as I innocently sip more Nymph.

Caramel strokes his chin, looking off to the other end of the bar and glancing at the entrance. Some other thought is creeping up on him. "Hm, come to think of it, she should be here tonight. She's the whole reason I even came to this party in the first place." He smiles at me. "Stayed for a different reason, though. Either way, wonder where she is..."

Out of the corner of my eye, I see a mare wearing a pitch black hoodie and way-too-large shades approaching. She's not drinking anything, nor is she fraternizing with anyone drinking anything, so what she's doing here is beyond me. The answer to that yet unasked question comes to me when she rests one hand on the booth chair and leans over to speak into Caramel's unsuspecting ear. "Yo."

The poor dude leaps back and ends up nearly crushing me against the window. Ouch. “Woah, there you are,” he says, holding one hand over his heart and using the other to pull me back into a comfortable position. I nearly suffered a fatality by muscle. Eh, there are worse ways to go.

“I assume you’re his collab partner,” I say to the mystery mare.

That results in her pulling back her hood ever so slightly to reveal a horn. It comes aglow with a white aura, which proceeds to smack Caramel upside the head. “Agh, what the hell?” he exclaims.

“Busted! I knew I wouldn’t be able to trust you with our secret project.” The mare clicks her tongue. “Poor baby Caramel and his loose tongue. I’ll have to punish you for that.”

“Please go into explicit detail on how you plan on doing that,” I say, leaning forward at her.

“Ah, a deviant!” She looks at me, revealing she has a white coat beneath all of that ninja garb. It’s probably just my eyes messing around or some trick of the light, but it looks like her shades are glowing. “Stick around, kid. I might show you,” she says.

Caramel groans. “Agh, crap. Not again.”

Yikes, did she just verbally castrate him? Talk about moving an immovable object. Ten seconds around this mare and I’m already sure she’s a mare worth knowing. Her very presence oozes a sense of vibrant freedom and energy, like I can do anything at this very moment and nothing can stop me.

“I only just met you, and I like you.” I take a moment to get a clue; she’s talking to me. She waves her gloved hand in my dumb face. “Yo. Kid.”

“I’m listening.”

As poor pussy-whipped Caramel traces his finger around what was once my beverage, the mystery ninja mare of awesome steps onto the table. Yeah, we have a nonconformist here. She sits down, crosses her legs, and continues to stare at me with those rather infectious eyes. I guess it’s not a trick of the light; she really has glowing shades. It only makes her all the more intimidating as she continues to stare into my soul. I suppose she’s sizing me up, but for what reason?

The waitress just so happens to be passing by. “Uh, hey, that’s not allowed here.”

“Is it a rule or an advisory?” the mare asks, giving a demonic grin. “Either way, I think you should understand that I take exception to it.”

The waitress smiles, shrugging as she takes empty glasses from an abandoned table. “Eh, doesn’t really matter. Just be decent about it. Like, don’t go and be a table dancer and we’re cool.” She walks off to the next set of booths.

“Cool.” The mystery mare goes back to looking at me.

So, I’d be lying if I said I’m not already well attracted to her. Even though I don’t know her name or what she looks like under that hood, she has charisma. She’s a rebel, she wears dark clothing, and she’s good friends with Caramel, so I know she’s not evil.

The sexiest thing about her, at the risk of sounding shallow, is that my parents would absolutely despise her simply because of most of those reasons. Being a teenager, that’s something that’s an instant pants tightener.

I shouldn’t throw my eggs into a basket, though. I know I won’t have a chance with her, especially since she’s obviously beyond my age. It’s the same reason why I can’t see myself with Caramel; it’s just a given that they’re more emotionally and physically mature than me and there’s nothing I can do about that. I’m used to that feeling.

While I’m doing all of this thinking and ogling, the mystery mare talks to Caramel. I only start listening when they’re partway through a conversation about music.

“...were you, I’d avoid overdoing it with the dubstep,” she says to him. “A few digital effects here and there are nothing to be ashamed, of but it’s supposed to be an accent. Dubstep on its own is a migraine waiting to happen.”

Caramel wags his finger approvingly. “I totally agree. Who was it that gave you the same advice with autotune?”

“Sweetie Belle.”

“Ah, right.”

I do believe I’ve found an opportunity to jump in. “You know Sweetie Belle?” I ask the mystery mare.

“Both in terms of her music and on a personal level, yes. You could say we’re unofficial partners.” She looks at Caramel’s now empty glass of Nymph. “Okay, I’m going to assume Caramel stole that drink from you—”

“It was consensual,” I protest.

“—and since that drink is non-alcoholic, that likely means you’re not legal yet. And that means you’re either midway through high school or you’re just about out of there. That means, provided you’ve lived in this small town for the past few years, you’ve known Sweetie Belle personally in some degree.”

“She’s a people pony,” says Caramel.

I’m honestly stunned, unable to bring about any words for a few seconds. I lean forward on the table and try to play it cool. “Well, you’re pretty much all for all. What’s this leading to?”

“Just trying to nail down your musical taste. Now, since you know her, you either like Sweetie Belle’s orgasmic voice and listen to her regularly or at least occasionally; don’t like her for some odd reason, and if so, what the hell is wrong with you; or the moment she became a mainstream sensation you suddenly decided to claim you hate her from under the security of a fedora and scarf.”

I place a hand over my heart, holding the other aloft, and provide an answer to this analytical onslaught. “Ma’am, I solemnly swear that I happen to love Sweetie Belle. If I were to drop dead in this very booth, I would die loving her music and everything she stands for.”

“Then you’re a good colt, and a friend of mine. Welcome aboard.” The mystery mare scoots forward until she’s sitting on the edge of the booth, her legs dangling over the edge. Sans a few inches, she’s practically straddling me, and I’m staring her right in the stomach. If this is how this mare sees friendship, I could get used to her.

Come on, Rumble. Wipe that blush off your dumbass face and stay calm. Just be yourself. The odds are slim, but with the right combination of words you could win this mare’s heart. This could be your luckiest Hearth’s Warming Eve ever. “So, what was the questionnaire about, anyway?” I ask.

“I’m a music enthusiast, so I was simply nailing down your interests based on your background. Sweetie Belle is a good blend of pop and rock. Do you like rap?”

I nod. “Some of it. Mostly the underground artists who don’t boast about how much money they have.”

“I approve.” The mare’s eyes light up once again as she adjusts her glasses, leaning way over to look me dead in the eye. It’s amazingly creepy not being able to do the same to her. “How about electronic?”

“Definitely. My favorite artist of all time does electronic.”

I swear I hear her purr, and just the sound of it makes me blush. “Oh?” she whispers. “And who is that, child?”

Ah, now there’s a question I can go on answering for hours on end, but I’ll do my damndest to keep it to a few minutes. I’ve told Caramel this story many times, and I can see by his smile and the roll of his eyes that he’s fully prepared for this speech.

I lean back in my seat and begin. “Carm made me this mixtape for my thirteenth birthday. At first, it seemed a little lazy but when I listened to it later, it was actually really good. It had pretty much everypony I liked at the time; a little Lincolt Park, Daft Pronk, Three Hays Grace… But then there was this group of songs at the end. The moment they came on, my dark room suddenly became filled with color and life. My furniture bounced with every last hard pound of the bass, which slowly resonated with my heart. Soon, it was beating to the pace of the song, shifting with the tempo, completely surrendering to this amazing sensation that was thrust upon me. I looked on the disc for the name of this infectious artist who held the key to my very being, and her name was—”

“DJ Pon3,” says the mystery mare.

I was pouring my soul out to her. Now that I’ve been brought to a screeching halt, I realize that the whole bar seems a little more silent in the wake of my speech. “Y-yeah…”

She waves her hand. “Go on. I’m enticed.”

“Well… After that day, I immediately emptied out my wallet, went to the record store and bought the DJ’s first album. It was a month’s worth of allowance, but it was so worth it. I locked myself in my room all weekend. Every hour, every freakin’ second, I was listening to that little disc on repeat. The only thing that kept me away from the DJ were the few horrid minutes that I had go downstairs to switch batteries for my player.”

“Ha! Sounds like you’re addicted.” The mare rests her head in her palms. “So, how much do you like this wonderfully narcotic DJ?”

The nerve! “Like her? Look, I know every stupid teenage girl says this about whatever shallow boy band—”

“No matter how fleeting!” Caramel adds.

“—happens to be passing through their heads, but I’m telling the honest truth here; the DJ has a special connection with me.” I lean in closer, raising my hands for emphasis with every word. “I am unforgivably and unfathomably in love with her.”

“Oh yeah?” The mare looks even more enticed.

“Yeah, dude… Hate to sound overly dramatic here, but she saved my life. When I was new to Ponyville and I had no friends, she kept me going. Not just with her heart pounding beats or infectious lyrics, but also through her messages. I hear it all the time. She tells me through her songs; do what you want, when you want, how you want…”

“Amazing how many kids don’t get my message.”

“That’s the message that kept me—” If my speech were a playing record, there’d be a needle scratch right about now. I look up at the mare, taking notice of her reaching for her hood. “No…” I utter in disbelief. “No.”

The mare removes her hood, revealing a mop of spiky blue hair. She then removes her glasses. Her magenta eyes flash red.

“Nooo…”

Unless I am mistaken, I am sitting beneath the multichromatic eyes of the mare I love. I avoid blinking in the slightest to make sure I’m even sitting in this booth right now and I’m not enduring the side effects of possibly accidentally drinking my brother’s energy supplements. Again.

“No. No.”

“BWAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh my Goddesses, that is priceless!” Caramel is bursting at the cheeks, trying to contain as much laughter as he can without his head exploding. “I was wondering when you were going to ditch that disguise, ahahaha!”

The possible DJ hallucination smiles at Caramel. “Oh, honey. I had to reveal myself before steam blew out both your ears.”

There’s no way she can be real. But, then again, I can see and hear her, so she can’t be a mirage. And then there’s Caramel’s reaction. I mean, he knows her, so... I’d say something else, but it’s hard to think of anything with my mind being officially blown. “Noooo—”

The DJ, who I know is definitely for real, interrupts me by falling onto my seat, leaning over me as she straddles my pelvis. Her hands rest on the top of the booth wall, supporting her as she moves her face towards mine. The very tips of our muzzles touch. “Are you going to keep denying the existence of the almighty Vinyl Scratch?”

“...No?”

She chuckles like a villain. “Don’t worry yourself, kid. You don’t need to say another word. You have passion, I like that. And don’t listen to the doubts in your head, because you do understand me. Consider me already smitten.”

“Smitten?”

The DJ… Vinyl Scratch, sighs. “Honestly. You know who I am inside and out. Do I need to spell it out for you?” She points to herself. “I am become seduced.”

I blink twice. “Oh.”

Caramel smirks, a naughty look in his eye. “Oh!~”

I blink a third time. “Ooooh.”

Caramel folds his arms, breathing out fog as he looks at Vinyl’s doorstep; more specifically, her door. “A record insignia. I’m surprised he didn’t catch on sooner.”

“I thought it was a gang symbol,” I say.

Caramel scoffs. “Gangs in Ponyville?” he comments sarcastically. “And while we’re at it, Little Whinny isn’t a douchebag.”

Vinyl and I are standing right in front of the door. “If only I knew you lived in Ponyville…” I laugh nervously. “I would have poured my heart out sooner.”

She shakes her head and pulls me into a one-armed embrace. “No, you really wouldn’t have. I’m lucky I was in disguise. It was the only way I could have ever heard such an award winning performance. Seriously, you should do a one pony show.”

“Still, gotta agree with Carm. I can’t believe I never thought to look here.” I trace my hand along the edge of the record insignia. “It only makes sense…” For some odd reason, probably brought on by an overburdened mind, or probably just plain stupidity, I reach for the door handle. But of course, it’s locked. “Oh, right.”

“Silly.” Vinyl, for some reason, finds that more endearing than stupid, combing through my slicked mane to express that. I expect her to reach into her pocket to find some sort of fancy music note shaped key, but she does the unexpected, as I’ve come to expect from her. Huh. Ironic. She circles the inside of the record and taps the center. That’s when I hear a click. “Finger reading! Pretty badass, right? It’s perfect for avoiding the more ambitious paparazzi.” She looks at me with half lidded eyes, slipping that same finger across her tongue. “Trust me, you meet some weird ones.”

Caramel snorts. “Don’t you normally encourage ambition?”

“Dickheadery isn’t something to be ambitious about,” I say. “Right, Vinyl?”

“Oh, honey. You know just what to say.” She’s turning the handle of the door. I guess she’s just as anxious to get out of the cold as me and Carm. “I’m not going to pretend the razzis aren’t annoying, but it’s their career choice. What they choose doesn’t matter to me. And so what if they bother me? I don’t need to give them anything. However…” She gets that look in her eyes again. “There are many things I like to give my friends.”

“We’re friends?” I blurt out like an idiot.

Vinyl is surprised, like the answer to that question is obvious. “Well, yeah,” she says. After opening the door, she grabs my hands and gives them a small squeeze. “I like you a lot, Rumble. I’ll show you how much I like you once we’re all warm and snuggly.”

Snuggly seems like an odd word for her. Or this whole deal in general. Frankly, I’m still waiting for big brother to wake me up, since I’m only seventy-three percent certain this is even happening right now.

Vinyl throws the door open and ducks inside. I’m tempted to follow right away, but a meaty hand holds me back. Oh, great. This is the part where I wake up.

“You’re killing it, dude!” Caramel declares. “I’m so proud of you right now, you don’t even know.”

“You’re coming in too, right?” I ask.

He tilts his brow, giving me a twisted expression. “What, you want me to?”

Why wouldn’t I? It’d be rude to turn him away at the door of a good friend of his. Plus, she is his partner in music, so there’s that. “Well, yeah. I’d eventually just bore her.”

Caramel pats me on the shoulder, and before he pulls away, he gives me a reassuring squeeze. At least, I think that’s what the intent is. His expression seems a bit more compassionate than smug, like it was when he comforted me about my crush on him.

“Yo!” Vinyl’s shouting throws me for a loop. “Do you like having ice between your fingers? Get inside!”

When an A-list music artist tells you to do something, it’s probably a good idea to abide.

Vinyl’s house is only one story, which makes sense if she’s living alone, but I can’t help but feel that this place is smaller than it should be. Walking into the living room, I see a huge-ass TV that covers a good fraction of the wall, along with one of those glowing neon sound systems just across from me. I can feel a few quiet beats coming off of it, but I can’t hear any music.

Vinyl strides in past the half-wall that separates the living room from the kitchen. She’s already gotten rid of her jacket and hoodie; now’s she’s down to a slim tank that doesn’t leave any of her belly to the imagination. Like I expected, she’s trim. If her breasts were any larger, it would mess with a perfectly proportional body. I wouldn’t like her any other way.

“Rumble~!” Huh, she just handed me a mug of some warm beverage. “On the way here Caramel mentioned you love yourself a peppermint mocha, so I whipped this up just for you.”

I look at what has been put in my hands and… My goddesses… This is it. It takes an incomprehensible magnitude of mind and imagination to comprehend its very existence. The decadence, the balance, the impeccable elegance of synonyms! A candy cane stuck firmly into a mountain of whipped cream decorated with chocolate shavings from top to bottom all towering over a smooth creamy mixture of cocoa-infused milk stirred together with coffee to blur the line between thick and thin for the end goal of soothing the throat with a warm and spicy yet refreshing sensation accompanied by a sizzling simmer at the tips of the fingers that brings about wistful memories of holidays come and gone! All of these qualities are only the minimal requirements towards the creation of the ultimate triumphant paragon of peppermint mochas!

I take a savory sip of this gift to me. “Not bad. Thanks, Vinyl.”

“Damn, that does look good…” Caramel says, licking his lips. I grip the mug a little bit tighter as he looks over my shoulder. “Hey, Vinyl?”

“Get your own,” she snips, skipping away to the couch. It faces the sound system but not the giant-ass TV for some reason, but I’m not about to question the interior decorating decisions of the music meister in the room. Vinyl leaps onto the couch, landing on her back, and flakes out. “Hm,” is all she can say as she looks at the snow painting her windows. “Welp, I wouldn’t recommend either of you going anywhere until the snow lets up.”

“Well, what do we do until then?” Caramel asks. “Besides the obvious.”

“I’ve got a Prancestation 4,” Vinyl says with a shrug.

That’s an alluring idea. “No shit?” But as much as I love the thought of wasting time on games while the snow continues to beat us down, I’d rather do something a bit more emotionally stimulating with Vinyl. That’s when the neon of the sound system catches my mind. “Well, what about that?”

“What about that?” she asks.

As I drain the rest of my mug and put it aside, I rip my music player out of my phones. I throw my coat onto the coat rack, remove my socks and shoes and strut my stuff up to the sound system. Beneath the rising and falling bars, I see a slot for my music player. “Might as well enjoy our Hearth’s Warming Eve in style.” I plug the cord in.

“Rumble’s one hell of a good dancer,” says Caramel. He’s out of his coat too, taking a seat next to Vinyl. He has his own cup of joe in hand now. “It’s a hobby of his.”

My hair stands on end. “T-The hell it is!” As much as I wish to be honest with Vinyl about all of me and my dorkiness, nerdiness, the whole package, my dancing niche is something I’d rather keep in the confines of my own bedroom. Which begs the question… How the hell does Caramel know about that?

“You really need to make sure your door’s locked, kiddo,” he says with a snide look at me. I can’t help but feel a bout of jealousy when I notice he has his arm behind Vinyl. “Your bro and I both know you spend hours at a time memorizing the dance routines you see in music videos.”

Vinyl smiles, nodding with approval. “That’s dedication.” She hops to her hooves and comes over to me, examining my player as I cycle through my playlist. She grabs my hand. “Ooh, do that one!”

“Euphoria? Uh, sure.”

This is a routine that’s like second nature to me. Better yet, Vinyl Scratch was in the music video for this one. I hit the play button, then, in synchronization the slow synths, a sudden burst of confidence surges through my body. It’s actually kinda scary what music can do to me. I grab the DJ’s hand and pull her to the center of her record shaped carpet.

The synths slowly get louder. I start off with a kick and a flourish of my hand over my heart, then pull a one-eighty and do it again. Vinyl is doing the exact same thing as me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say we’re in perfect sync.

I turn to Caramel, who is tapping his hoof to the beat. I spread my legs and slide to the left, followed by a short waltz before I slide back. Again, Vinyl is following along like she’s my shadow. Even if she knows the routine as well as I do, I’m shocked she can match me so well. Maybe she’s working some sort of spell to replicate my movements.

The next move is a flex of our arms as we step forward, then a motion over our chests to look like our hearts are pounding. I can relate to that one. Then we lean down and each raise a hand up high. I decide to mix things up a little by turning to Vinyl. Somehow reading my freakin’ mind, she turns to me as we cross our arms and step side to side. We clap our hands and jump, turning back to Caramel. He pumps his fist and gives us a “Whoo!”

This part is gonna be the hardest. Vinyl and I both cross one leg behind the other, stepping to the side while sweeping the floor with one hand. Then we do the same with the opposite legs and hands. Yep, we pull it off perfectly, finishing off by turning to each other and thrusting our arms to the sky. Or at least to each other, joining hands.

I think I have found euphoria. Vinyl takes my hand with both of hers, drags me forward and kisses me.

And it is… mind-blowing. The way her lips graze mine is like a song in itself. Forget the song playing right now, this is what I wanna listen to. I tug away from her grip so I can embrace her and run my hands along the exposed part of her back. I feel beneath her tank top and oh my Celestia she’s not wearing a bra. I’m about to retract my arms but the way she giggles into my mouth keeps me from doing that.

What does make me retract my arms is when she reaches down, grabbing my hip (I’ve always been told I have a mare’s hips, which I am totally okay with) and giving it a sensual rub that makes my leg twitch. Then she moves her hand to my crotch and does the same intimate, pressing, stimulating brush.

“Off with that.” Her horn glows with a blue aura. I feel my shirt getting lifted from my torso. I raise my arms and let it come flying off, landing on the couch next to Caramel. In the heat of the moment, I hadn’t taken the time to notice he’s gotten rid of his polo and undershirt. Back when I saw him stepping out of the shower, I swear I could have shredded sandpaper on his muscles. I never thought he’d manage to go beyond that. He has pecs to rival Big Mac’s, and his waist has gotten slimmer. He’s like somepony out of a super sentai anime.

I don’t have much time to gawk over him with Vinyl forcing me back into the kiss. She keeps touching my chest, as if it’s anything impressive compared to the sight behind her. Still, she has this overpowering sense of dominance to her, like she’s completely in control of me. It must be her eyes; I can’t possibly ignore her when they flash red. “And now for these…”

Once again, her levitation takes ahold of my clothes. My button and zipper come undone and my pants slide down my legs in one clean sweep, but they snag on my hooves. When I attempt to step out of them, I end up stumbling and falling onto my ass. But Vinyl makes due with that, kneeling down to my level. She joins her hands around my back, tracing rapid-fire kisses up my neck.

Her eyes turn red again as she looks down at my crotch, uttering a quiet cackle. While she keeps her lips firmly planted on my mouth, her fingers slip beneath my boxers…

The world stands still for a moment just as I feel her grab it. Maybe it was the mocha, or the fact that it’s very late, or I’m still in a stupor from meeting the mare I idolize, but only now do I realize what’s actually happening: I’m in my undies, Caramel is much of the same, and Vinyl Scratch, AKA DJ Pon3, the mare of my dreams, is touching my dick.

I break the kiss, sliding out of my undies as I back away from Vinyl, stand up and make a mad break for the bathroom.

Take a few deep breaths. Splash some water on my face. Repeat. Repeat again. Goddesses dammit! Why can’t I calm down?!

Okay, okay… Let’s back up a little bit.

Rumble. You, without even realizing it, confessed your love to the mare of your dreams, and she, apparently being a very open minded and benevolent individual, accepted that confession with open arms. She took you back to her humble home, danced with you, stripped you down and touched it…

Yeah, I’m lost.

In truth, there was some part of me that was very aware of Vinyl’s intentions. When she says ‘Do what you want’, she really means it, and who can blame her? Sex is fun, and Vinyl loves fun, ergo, obvious. I saw this coming a mile away.

Still, isn’t that exactly the problem? Why me? The other part of me is in denial that she would ever find any desire to sleep with me, especially with Caramel there, but I have a sneaking suspicion that having two dudes in the room only spurred her on further.

I nearly shoot through the roof when I hear a knock on the bathroom door. “Rumble? Buddy? Vinyl is getting worried, y’alright in there?”

Caramel. Leave it to him to come to my rescue. What a saint. I feel a little bit better already, but I have to remedy the issue of I’m stark naked. Luckily, there’s a set of music note patterned towels on the rack behind me. I snatch one and wrap it around my waist. “Yeah, I’m fine…”

He can hear how much my voice is shaking. “Don’t lie, dude.”

“Okay, I’m panicking,” I admit, solemnly taking a seat on the side of the bathtub.

The door opens. Caramel pokes his head in, checking to make sure the scene is safe, then strolls on in. He’s still down to his boxers. Heh, Power Ponies. Never took him for a fan. “Well, you’ve panicked before, and your big bro was always there to calm you down again.” He shrugs, walking over to me and taking a seat himself. “I’ll take a shot at it, I guess. Tell me your thoughts.”

His hand is rubbing my back. That, along with a good view of his naked torso and strong legs, makes me feel better already. The burning sensation of awkwardness that I’d likely feel in my cheeks isn’t there in the slightest. This feels right.

“Nervous?” Caramel asks.

“I’m… afraid I won’t live up to her standards.”

“Ah.” He purses his lips and nods. “I understand completely. The inexperienced kid up against a warrior of the bedroom. Truly a marvel.” His eyes go wide. “Wait, are you a virgin?”

“No!” I’m used to hearing that question. For some reason, people tend to think an introvert like me hasn’t gotten any. “No, I’ve… I’ve had sex before. It was with Silver Spoon.”

“Oh?” His ears perk up.

“Yeah… A few months ago. I was the last guest at her housewarming party. We got to talking, she broke out a bottle of wine, eventually our clothes ended up elsewhere, then...” I smile, remembering how stupid hot Silver Spoon looked when she pulled the pins out of her hair. It was like a wild beast coming out of a classy lady. “We had fun.”

Caramel counts on his fingers. “Rumble’s list includes a model and the most famous DJ in all of Equestria.” He shrugs. “I know teenagers who would kill to be where you’re at.”

“I know, I know…”

So, to say I’ve been in weirder situations is debatable. Once again, it’s time to assess the situation: I’m next to naked, sitting on the edge of a tub, trying to burn off this serious case of nerves. As for Caramel, he’s… digging his fingers into my shoulders. “Woah, dude. A coal miner could work for two days straight without sleep or water and they wouldn’t be this tense. What the hell happened?”

“DJ Pon3 touched my dick? Pay attention, dude.”

“Dude, I’m serious...” He keeps touching me, feeling up the small of my back and rubbing my shoulder blades with his unusually powerful ministrations. It’s when he squeezes my waist that I feel electricity going up my spine.

“Woah! You are really…” I was about to say ‘going somewhere dangerous’, but I’ve lost my train of thought. Even though I have a lot of red in my face going up to my ears, it’s like all of my nerves have just gotten a good night’s sleep, waking up with no fear whatsoever. “...good… at that.”

I actually feel a little broken when Caramel’s fingers come off my body, but he only does that to get into the tub and kneel down right behind me. He starts kneading my shoulders again. “I picked up a few tricks from the massage parlor in Appleloosa. I worked a part time job there last summer.”

“Oooh, so that’s where you whooooah, shit…” His hands tread down my back, digging through my fur and skin. I don’t think he misses a single muscle on the way down. For a dude who works out a lot, he has really soft hands…

“It was a little weird, being the only dude there and all, but the rest of the masseuses were real nice. They taught me a few, uh, hold on,” he rapidly jabs the sides of his palms into my lower back. It’s odd to think that such a rough sensation could be so relaxing. “Anyway, they taught me the ins and outs of massage therapy.”

My entire body is like ecstasy at this point, so I don’t take any issue with Caramel wrapping his arms around my stomach. His torso presses into my back, letting me feel just how chiseled he’s become. “Granted, this’d be a lot easier if we had a bed or something,” he says.

“Mmm… That’s enticing…” I mutter.

“Heh, yeah?” His breath is warm on my neck. “I, uh, guess you can figure out something else those masseuses did for their customers. You know how it is. Life is tough in Appleoosa, and the workers need a little release from time to time...” His hand slips underneath my towel. If this were any other time, I’d likely bolt again, but Caramel has already soothed me into submission. I can’t find any reason to get up.

I let out a heavy breath as Caramel wraps his fingers around my swelling erection. It only takes one good stroke for my towel to come loose and fall off entirely, leaving me exposed to his eyes. As he rests his chin on my shoulder, he chuckles. “Who wouldn’t want some of that? You’re pretty big, bro.”

All I can think to say is, “Thanks…” I can’t muster anything else, on account of the hottest dude in Ponyville is holding my dick. He pumps his hand along my entire length before returning to the base. He starts stroking me slowly.

His experience as a masseuse is very apparent as he fondles me. His grip is firm, but not too tight, and knows to keep his strokes strong rather than fast. He knows exactly how I like it… Huh. I wonder if he’s ever walked in on me. After I put up that poster of topless Vinyl, I started having… needs. Doesn’t really matter at this point.

The handjob is incredible on its own, but what makes the moment all the better are the little things. Due to Vinyl’s bathroom being rather warm and cozy, Caramel’s somewhat shaggy fur feels like a blanket as he presses his torso against my back. His other hand isn’t just hanging limp; he’s holding my hip, kneading my eagle eye cutie mark. I got that mark when I was spotting for Scootaloo’s flight exercises, and I ended up saving her from a dragon right out of freakin’ nowhere. I’ve always been the observer, and I’m damn good at it. Right now, I’m observing Caramel’s hand pumping my cock.

I feel close already. If I knew this was gonna happen, I’d probably be a little less prone to a sudden orgasm, but how could I have ever predicted such a thing? What are the odds that the night I reveal my dude crush on Caramel is the same night he holds me, touches me, jerks me off just to make me feel good…

I gasp as I lose control. My spunk shoots forth and gives Vinyl’s tile flooring a new finish. But that’s just my first burst. I fire another few loads, each one less powerful than the last, until I’m doing little more than dripping.

“There you go… How do you feel now?” Caramel is still stroking me, just to clean my dick of all the stray cum. He wipes his hand off on the towel, then goes back to touching me.

“I feel good…” I say. My voice is husky, like I just went through some sort of evolution over the course of Caramel’s handjob. I certainly look like it too. Looking in the mirror, I notice that my gel must have worn off, since my mane isn’t slicked back anymore. This look definitely has more… attitude.

Perhaps it’s the inevitable post-orgasm exhaustion, but I’m not surprised in the slightest when I look up and see Vinyl standing there in the doorway. She’s completely naked, except for her glasses. Somehow, wearing those even when showing off her smooth, slender body in all of its glory just makes sense.

“Isn’t that just adorable.” She smiles as she raises her glasses above her horn. “You two should kiss.”

Caramel touches my cheek and lightly turns my head his way. His muzzle is right there in front of mine. Eh, what’s a kiss? He already made me cum. I stretch out my neck to meet up with his lips. I don’t stick my tongue in his mouth or anything, we just have a snog. It feels good, for how brief it is.

“Nice,” says Vinyl. “Now…” She sways her hips over to me, getting down on her knees. She cups my dick with one hand and rubs it slowly. It’s a tease, not another handjob. “What do you want to do next, my little Rumble?”

Drink another mocha and relax in the easy chair, that’s what.

That being said, I’m very much enjoying the view, and it’s making my flaccidity ebb away with every passing second. While I enjoy more of Vinyl’s sweet decadence, I watch Caramel enjoy Vinyl’s sweet decadence.

Y’know, by humping like dog while she rides him wild on the couch.

“Aaah... Oh!~ Oh, baby…” Vinyl is anything but subtle with her cries of ecstasy. She uses Caramel’s knees to lift herself along the length of his sizable cock, then she drops down again. I can see she’s just as enthusiastic as she sounds. Every bounce she makes coats Caramel with a new layer of juice. I am so glad Vinyl has her back facing him for this. I can see her rent expression plain and simple.

Caramel, as expected, meets her fall with an upward thrust and drives as much of his length as he can into her snatch. How is it that something so dirty can be so damn beautiful to sit back and watch? This is better than any sort of smut, mostly because I can backseat drive the performance if I do so wish.

“E-enjoying yourself, Rumble?” Vinyl says, slamming down on Caramel. She gyrates her hips, which makes the big guy squirm. It’s adorable. “Love watching your friend fuck me, don’tcha?”

Twenty minutes ago, if she had asked me the same thing, I would have stumbled over my own breath trying to comprehend such a question. As I am now, this seems normal. “I have no complaints.”

I relax as Vinyl leans over, keeping her torso relatively still while thrusting her hips. She’s in charge now. “Aaaah… Mmm… Any way I can make it better for you, baby?” she whispers seductively. It takes me a moment to realize she’s not talking to Caramel.

“You can touch yourself if you want.”

Vinyl leans back, still maintaining control of her hips, and gropes her own breasts. She tweaks her nipples, giving them a lick with her own tongue. Then she brings her hands down on herself. She parts the bit of her sex that isn’t milking Caramel, then rubs her clit with vigorous abandon. “Ooh, fuck…” She purses her lips and lets out a series of moans.

“Good,” I say, pleased with her actions. “Carm, you take her from here.”

“Gotcha, buddy.” Caramel grabs Vinyl’s arms, and she surrenders accordingly. Caramel thrusts up into her, making the couch wobble slightly every time he lands.

Vinyl, despite being in constant motion, keeps her now perpetually red eyes on me. “You’re… Aah, you’re so hard, Rumble…”

I look down at my dick. Yep, we’re back at full mast.

“Aren’t you gonna rub that lovely thing? Oooh. Make yourself cum from watching Caramel f-fuck me?”

It’s tempting. Every time she elicits a cry of pleasure or talks dirty, I have to resist the urge to go to town on myself. But I have good reason for keeping myself unheld for the moment. “As fun as that sounds, Vinyl, I’d rather save my strength for you.”

“Mmm, ever the gentlecolt…” She’s touching herself again, this time grabbing one breast and pleasing her clit simultaneously. I wonder, given her infamy as a bedroom demon (though the fact that we’re in the living room isn’t lost on me), just how long she can last.

Certainly longer than Caramel at any rate. I’ve never seen him so red in the face. He makes a few more hard thrusts before finally stopping and letting loose. Still well inside Vinyl, it takes a while for his waves of spunk to dribble from her snatch down his dick.

“Nice going, buddy,” Vinyl says, reaching behind her and patting Caramel on the cheek. “That’s a lot longer than last time.” She shudders as she stands up on the couch, removing herself from Caramel’s cock.

“Awesomesauce,” he says.

“Rest up for a bit. Now…” Vinyl steps off the couch and walks my way. She’s picking up stray bits of cum from her legs and licking them off her fingers. “Rumble, I think you’ve kept me waiting long enough.”

But I’ve been the one waiting for her. “Uh, I think that should be the other way around?”

Vinyl shrugs and flops her arms forward with an apathetic grunt. “Take your pick. Either way…” She gets on her hands and knees. This is my queue to set my new mocha aside and lean forward.

Vinyl sticks out her tongue and traces it along the underside of my length, flicks the very tip, then slides all the way back down until she’s licking my balls. She then takes me into her mouth, displaying a very impressive amount of skill as she downs all of me in one go. I’m surprised she doesn’t choke, not that I like to brag about my length. Vinyl makes sure I feel every bit of her tongue and lips as she slowly pulls away.

I love a good blowjob as much as the next colt, and I am absolutely red with excitement, but I’ve had enough of touching and foreplay. I grace Vinyl’s cheek, and she immediately stops whatever she was about to do next with her mouth. I nod to her living room rug. “Floor looks comfortable enough.”

“Yeah, it is…” She smiles, obviously interested in what I have in mind. “Come on, let’s fuck.”

“Music to my ears.” I stand up, watching as Vinyl gets down on the ground and splays her beautiful self, presenting her jizz laced pussy for all to see. She reaches to a small remote on the floor and presses a button labeled ‘Shuffle.’ The sound system comes on once again, playing one of my slow rap-slash-love songs, one of the few kinds of rap I can tolerate.

I get down to Vinyl’s level and lie over her. She feels up my legs with her lanky arms as we make out something messy. My pride is mashed up against her fur. “Go ahead, big guy. Do me already,” she urges, squeezing my leg.

“Do it, filly!” Caramel half-yells. I can tell he’s jesting, and it certainly makes this whole situation seem a lot less dire.

I lean back, then push against Vinyl’s slit. “Aaah, there you go…” she says with a gasp as I slip inside her.

She feels amazing, for a lack of any better word. There’s always this stigma against mares who get around, like their pots are overused or worn or something else nasty. That ain’t true at all, at least in this case. Vinyl Scratch’s vagina is experienced. Wow, there’s a sentence you don’t hear often. Either way, I’ve managed to bottom out inside her.

“No need to be gentle, Rumble. No matter how rough you are, I’ve had rougher.” She pats me on my cutie mark and surrenders, relaxing her arms above her head. “Fuck me.”

And that’s what I do. I thrust into her with as much power as I can muster, and I wish I could be a little more elegant about it, but my inconsistent pushes are just a part of my lack of experience. Yet, Vinyl is somehow enjoying it. Her eyes are half-lidded and her nostrils are flaring, though we’re not quite up to moaning capacity yet.

“Goddesses, you are big. How do you even fly with that thing weighing ya down?”

I’m grunting due to my thrusting, so my words come out broken. “I’m not a, rrgh, regular flyer, rragh, I just spot for any- rrgh, anypony who asks…”

I know Vinyl is the one who wants to please me, but I’m not gonna be a selfish lover. She has such a slender, strokable body that I just can’t possibly ignore. I can’t help grabbing at her hips, giving them a tough yet tender squeeze. I gotta grab her firm ass. “That’s it, aaah… Touch me while you fuck me, Rumble… Touch me everywhere…”

I gotta get more mileage out of my thrusts. I lift up one of Vinyl’s legs. She gets the idea and lifts her other, wrapping it around my back and resting it against the one I’m lifting. She curves her back, allowing me to slam into her with much more force, something I plan to take full advantage of. “Let’s jam.”

Vinyl laughs. “Seriously? Kids still say—” I thrust into her, putting my back into it. “Ooh! Aaaoh, my… Rumble… Fuck, that’s good! Fuck...” She ain’t laughing now.

I’ve caught her by surprise, apparently. I make up for my lack of consistency in my thrusts with power, using my whole body rather than just my hips. I gotta say, I think I’m getting drunk on the power. After all, I’m the one making the legendary DJ Pon3 moan.

“What’s your deal?” I ask. I’m trying to establish a rhythm here while I talk. “Do you get off from anypony? No matter who’s fuckin’ you?”

Her head is on her side and her mouth is wide open. She’s gonna have to wash drool out of her carpet tomorrow. “Y-yeah, pretty much… Oooh, my!”

“She calls it panophilia,” I hear Caramel say. “For a nymphomaniac, she’s very easy to please.”

“Dumbass, ah…” Vinyl grabs me by the head, ushering me down. I can’t quite reach her neck, so instead I nestle into her cleavage. “I’m a nymphomaniac because I’m easy to please. Get a clue.”

I lift my head out of the marshmallow and smile up at Vinyl. “Nice tits,” I say. I keep pounding away at her, eventually finding my rhythm; I simply thrust in tandem with the beat of the music, and it works. Vinyl holds on to me all the tighter, not letting a single moan go unheard. She sounds so sexy when she cries out in pleasure.

Time to sweeten the deal. I get a mouthful of one of Vinyl’s breasts (there’s too much happening for me to know which one specifically) and start licking her areola. It goes erect as I trace my tongue around it.

“Wow, you’re… great at that…”

I’m already sucking on the other. Vinyl traces her fingers through my mane, ever so slightly pulling on my hair as I please her. “Rumble, stop teasing me, for fuck’s sake…” She wiggles her hips, sliding her slippery insides all over my cock and making lightning travel up my spine. “I’m already seduced, you idiot…”

“You asked for it.” I throw down the gauntlet and start thrusting without any sense of subtlety or control. Vinyl leans back with her head against the carpet, calling out a bunch of garbled words and swears in unison. I can’t decipher any of it; it’s all just one beautiful, blasphemous mess of moaning.

Vinyl’s fingers dig into the carpet so she can still grind against me. Just when I think she can’t get any more slick, the waterworks just keep coming. With how wet she's getting from this, I have my suspicions she came already, but nope. She's just slicking things up more and more and that's making these thrusts insanely easy.

Even though I know I'm bottoming out already, it feels like I'm reaching new depths inside her. Each high pitched moan or shriek she lets out assures me that whatever I'm doing is the right thing to do. That was the case with Silver Spoon, and that’s the case now. They say that no one is good their first few times. Well, I’m not brilliant, but I think I’m the exception to the rule.

The music is getting drowned out by our lustful calls. I can tell that she didn't expect this when she let me into her, but I'll be damned if I don't make her walk (if she still can) out of this without knowing who I am.

Her body is limp by now, and her eyes are nearly completely rolled back behind her lidded eyes. The sounds coming out of her mouth aren't even words or curses anymore; nothing but moans and shrill screams of ecstasy remain. She’s gonna lose it any second here, and I ain’t gonna let myself cum first.

After a long while of stuttering, I manage to hear Vinyl actually say something intelligible. "Oh f-fuck, I’m gonna cum!" She lets out a piercing scream of quite possibly the most intense orgasm of all time. She nearly tears the carpet out with her grip as she mashes up against me, slathering my dick, along with a good portion of my pelvis and legs, in her nectar.

After a few seconds, she collapses on the floor. Her breathing is heavy, and her tongue is lolled out of her mouth as if she has no control over it. She tries to say something, but it comes out like “Awalgalra…” The whole sight is utterly comical. She releases the carpet and beckons to me with one finger.

“Yeah?” I ask with a smirk.

She speaks softly, probably due to having thrown out her voice. “You were good.” She brushes her hand through my mane once again and kisses me, an act that quickly turns into a passionate makeout. Me and the beloved DJ Pon3, stark naked and slobbering over each other like animals… My parents would hate this.

Our lips part, but our tongues keep swirling around each other. I wonder how much body fluid we’ve swapped so far? I feel a bit incomplete after our tongues part, and even more so when Vinyl scooches back, letting my dick out of her. She sits with her legs parted and her hands over her pussy, which is still leaking all over the floor. I hope her carpet is an easy clean.

“Aw, you’re still hard, buddy?” she asks, wearing a mock pout. “That is impressive, I’ll admit. I’ve already decided you’re not going to bed until I have enough of your hot jizz all over me.”

I watch her rub her hand over her clam, tracing the edges with her fingers and thumb. Given the circumstances, I’m very calm about seeing this in person. In fact, it’s kinda funny. “You say that so casually.”

“Sex is just another social interaction, my pet.” Vinyl stops pleasuring herself and gets on her knees. “It’s more fun when everybody has their turn. Caramel, baby…”

Caramel has been watching intently the whole time. I can tell by the casual wave he gives to me and Vinyl as we look at him. He’s just chillaxing on the couch with a newfound erection. Even with my incident with him in the shower, I never had a chance to look him over proper until now. Who knew that he was hiding such a beautiful, slick, leathery beauty beneath Power Ponies underwear? No wonder Vinyl fancies him.

“What do you need?” he asks.

“You and Rumble stand here.” She points to two spots right in front of her. “I wanna suck both your huge cocks before we move on to the main act.”

Caramel mutters to himself as he gets off the couch and steps over to me and Vinyl. “That wasn’t the main act? He rocked your world inside out and that wasn’t the... Okay, sure.”

I stand up as well. Caramel wraps his arm around my neck and holds my shoulder, giving me a squeeze. I like to assume that means he’s proud of me for what I’ve done tonight. Yeah, I’d say I’m pretty damn proud of myself too. He’s still sweaty from his romp with Vinyl, and his cock is still coated in spunk. Combine that with his epic figure… Yeah, if I wasn’t at full mast already…

His confident look immediately disappears and is replaced with half-lidded eyes and a goofy oh-face. “Geez, Vinyl… Little warning next time…”

The DJ is massaging Caramel’s nuts, licking at where they and the rest of his giant cock meet. Her other hand is rubbing the upper half of him. Even with both hands on all that meat, she has plenty of room for stroking.

“Mmm… So big…” She downs the head and slides her tongue along his length until she touches his ring, and then she pulls away. She keeps pumping her hand along him; I doubt it’ll be enough to make him cum, but I’m sure she’s only doing that so Caramel and I get an equal amount of attention, given that she’s looking at my dick now with a hungry look in her eye.

As she wraps her fingers around me, she wets her hand in a mix of precum and nectar, making me a slick and easy job for her. Honestly, I commend her on fearlessly wrapping her mouth around such a grotesque mix of fluids. Me, being so young and, well, vanilla, I could never muster that sort of courage. But this is the DJ who has been known to ride her fans onstage while at the controls. It’s all in good fun.

“Rumble, mmm…” Her voice is so seductive; I could masturbate to it alone, but here she is, sucking me down, bobbing her head and humming gleefully. I love that psychotic look she has as she pulls off of me and slowly licks my underside. “Your cock is just as big as your heart, y’know?”

“My heart?” I say with a giggle.

She doesn’t stroke me; rather, she rubs her fingers along the upper and lower parts of me. “I’ve never heard somepony confess their love for me in such a way. You made me feel so good…” I tense up and gasp as she downs me once again, letting her tongue linger and drag on me before she pulls away. “I just had to show my appreciation.”

“I’d say you’ve shown more than enough… Not that I would mind going a little further.”

“Good, Rumble, good…” She continues to bob her head while both of her hands tend to jerking me off. Her humming only contributes further to the pleasure building up in my loins, giving a little bit of a vibration to her already amazing blowjob. After a long, intense a very stimulating suck, she comes off of me with a pop. “Now, cum for me.”

Not like I have much of a choice in the matter. She pumps me fast and hard until the pressure reaches its peak and I can’t hold it in anymore. With an involuntary moan, I feel the rush; the warm explosion of pleasure in my crotch that spreads slowly through the rest of my body. A perfect orgasm brought on by the perfect mare.

A fast and large load of my seed shoots out, right onto Vinyl’s mug. It all comes out in one burst, rather than several shots, coating her entire face, along with her glasses, in dollops of white spunk. My spunk.

That’s it, then. I’ve made my mark of the legendary DJ Pon3. I’ve claimed her. Funnily enough, she doesn’t look like some sort of filthy slut. She just looks refreshed and content. “This is what you love, huh?” I ask, before realizing what that sounds like in context. “Th-that wasn’t dirty talk. You just really like doing this?”

“Of course, my darling. It's fun.” Vinyl wipes her face clean of hot jizz and licks it off her hand. She has to do that five times before she’s at least semi-clean, which I can assume means I’m one potent stallion. “Now, let’s tend to…” She trails off as she points at Caramel. “Oh! I am become brilliant!” She stands up quickly and approaches him, cupping his cheeks. “Hey, why don’t you lie down? Rumble and I will take care of all the rest.”

“You’ve outdone yourself this time, Vinyl.” Caramel says that as he takes his spot on the couch once again. He doesn’t entirely know what to expect, and neither am I; Vinyl was fairly vague about what she meant.

But Vinyl’s actions usually speak louder than words. She gets up on the couch, straddling Caramel’s gut, then turns around on him, spreading herself over his whole body while holding his erect and throbbing cock with both hands. Both hands. Goddesses, they’re both so hot…

Before I can think twice about it, I join them on the couch. I lie down on my stomach in front of Vinyl, whose mouth is full of thick black Caramel dick. The big guy, clearly not content with just letting himself be pleased, and probably wanting to do something with the wet musical lips staring him in the face, holds Vinyl by her back and goes to town. I can’t see the details, but I know it’s working well. Vinyl stops sucking him off to let out a series of escalating moans.

“Fuck, Carm…Keep that up…”

She’s too busy moaning or grinding her hips against him to focus on his dick. It’s just standing there, alone and erect with nopony to play with it…

Although, I’m here. Call me a pervert or a coltwhore, but some small part of me has lusted for Caramel ever since I encountered him in the bathroom. I may as well sate that part of me. After all, it would be a shame to leave him hanging…

I lick the very tip of his cock. I will admit, as much as I want to do this, I am fairly nervous. Getting a surprise handjob is one thing, but this is something entirely different… I try doing what Vinyl did before, licking the base and sliding up to the tip, making his already drenched length even slicker.

Hey, I can smell Vinyl on him… Yeah, this’ll work just fine.

I wrap my mouth around him and take a dive, trying to mimic Vinyl’s blowjob from earlier; the way she used her tongue in tandem with her lips felt so good. I keep bobbing my head up and down on Caramel, stopping every few dives to jerk him. My spit, mixed with his cum and Vinyl’s nectar, serves as a good substitute for lube. He’s so moist and slimy… It’s wonderful. I never thought I would get this into giving a good blowjob, and Caramel’s unusually shrill moans tell me I’m doing a good job. I let out a little squee on the inside before I put him in my mouth again.

I look up and see that Vinyl has regained her focus enough to fondle Caramel. It’d be unfair of me to hog him, so I settle for massaging his legs and testicles while Vinyl picks up where I left off, only stopping to blush and hum from the ministrations on her pussy. When she pulls away, I pick up the slack and start sucking, using a lot of my tongue on him for good measure, then release so Vinyl can have her turn. It’s a seamless effort.

We each have a long lick up our sides of Caramel’s cock before we reach the top. Our tongues touch, and we swirl them together before our lips touch in a desperately erotic kiss.

Vinyl starts grinding her hips even faster against Caramel’s face, her mouth hanging open with her tongue out. If she weren’t so incredibly sexy, this would look hilarious. “OooOooh, Caramel~…” she calls out.

I don’t want her to cum alone, so I start sucking even harder on Caramel, stroking what I can’t get in my mouth to the best of my ability. I just keep reminding myself of what Vinyl would do in my place.

I feel Caramel’s cock twitch in my mouth before I feel the blast. I can’t pull away in time before my mouth is filled with his cum. There’s a first time for everything, I suppose. Still, I pull off and let his continuous ropes of seed drain from his cock. Vinyl is shuddering, riding out her orgasm with a gradually decreasing moan and several long grinds.

Finally, she raises her nethers off of Caramel’s face and sits on what little of the couch is available. “Nicely done, Rumble,” she says breathily. “How does it feel having sucked cock for the first time? Exhilarating, ain’t it?”

I try to reply but that’s when I realize I still have some salty cum in my mouth. I give it a swallow without a second thought. “You said it,” I say. I look at Caramel, who relaxes his head on his hands and smiles at me.

“We can, y’know…” he shrugs. “Go a little further, if you want? I mean, if it would make you feel good... I won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

Okay, I’ve changed my mind. If this a dream, never wake me up.

This is another fantasy I’ve tried to keep under wraps ever since the shower incident. I’d hate to admit to Caramel that more than once I’ve imagined him doing some pretty indecent things to me… I mean, I’ve imagined it with any good looking stallion leaning over me, but as of late they’ve all inevitably morphed into Caramel by the end.

And here he is, offering without any hint of sarcasm whatsoever. I’m squeeing internally again.

I nod enthusiastically and pounce onto Caramel, giving him a peck on the cheek before he pulls me into a proper kiss. His lips are far stronger than Vinyl’s. These are a farmhand’s lips, with thickness and strength to them. I was in charge of Vinyl before, but now I’m gonna be the submissive one. I’m cool with that. I’m open to new experiences.

“How do you wanna do this?” he asks. “You’ve been the one crushing on me, I think it’d be fitting to do this your way.”

“Well, uh…” He and Vinyl can probably see my heart beating. “I’d be lying down.” Bashfully, but with no intention of chickening out, I pull away from Caramel and lean back until I’m facing the ceiling. I continue to watch him as I do so. “Then you’d, uh…” Caramel gets on his knees and reaches for my legs. “Yeah, like that…”

Caramel is gentle, carefully lifting my legs up. I’d normally feel intimidated or at least weirded out by this, but it feels right. I wonder if Caramel has ever had a twink at his mercy before. Either way, he seems to have done this before. My legs bend and my hooves press against Caramel’s pecs. He smiles. “There you go.” He darts his head around, as if he’s forgotten something. “Now, where’s…”

Vinyl, who is resting on the carpet with her legs crossed, presents a small tube of some clear liquid-ish stuff called Grapeseed Power (Happy endings made easier). “Gonna need this, bro.”

It takes me far longer than it should for me to realize that it’s lubricant. “Aw, boy…” I say, half in humor and half from nerves.

Caramel shakes the tube a few times and gets a little bit of the stuff on his hand, then sets the tube down. He slowly rubs his shaft, which is already moist with his own seed and me and Vinyl’s saliva, but with a few passes of lube, it becomes slick and shiny to the point of reflecting the fluorescent lighting.

"Pretty close to your fantasy?" Caramel asks me.

“Yeah. I mean, the couch is new, and I didn’t expect the DJ herself to be watching…” I look over at Vinyl, who innocently waves to me with one hand. The other is massaging the inside of her legs, as if she’s physically preparing herself to, well… Honestly, I can’t really blame her for wanting to do that while Caramel and I… Ah, dude, I can’t believe this is actually happening! “So, should I bite the pillow?” I ask him with a smirk.

Caramel smirks back at me and says, “No way. But it’s gonna be a little uncomfortable at first. Take a deep breath.”

I do as he commands. I also close my eyes, because I’m a little worried that I’ll tense up if I see him coming in. My heart wants this. Hell, it’s wanted Caramel for a long time. But my body may not approve at first. Still, I should be thankful that I decided to take a shower before I left for the bar…

I feel Caramel’s head gentle pushing its way in. I don’t feel pain so much as I feel a lot of pressure. I groan in discomfort, but that groan quickly turns into one of pleasure. Caramel is in there. He’s warm, he’s slick, and he’s inside me. I can’t help letting my goofy grin show while my breaths turn fast and hot. I am comforted a little by Caramel massaging my legs, and I will always trust that little smile of his to assure me that everything’s gonna be okay.

Caramel knows to take this nice and easy. I’m absolutely miniscule prepared to him, so even the little movement it takes for him to ease out of me before pushing back in feels way stronger than it should on my end. Again, that discomfort comes back as his dick slowly makes its way inside, but I can ignore it easily. It feel too damn good. Every breath I make causes my own cock to throb with excitement.

Eventually, the discomfort goes away entirely, and all that’s left is Caramel slapping up against me, with a jolt of ecstasy pulsating through me every time his cock slithers its way deeper inside. I can guess I’ll be walking funny after all is said and done, but, honestly, I’m okay with that. This is my dream come to life.

Caramel holds tighter and tighter to my legs for stability as his thrusts quicken. I even get off a little on the little brushes his fingers make near my hooves. That’s an area I’m fairly sensitive in, and while I’m not a hoof fetishist, I have no qualms whatsoever with Caramel touching me there. Now I understand why Vinyl asked me to touch her… I want Caramel to touch me as much as it takes.

He squeezes my legs abnormally tight as he slaps especially hard against my ass, making me cry out like some depraved mare in heat. I get it now… I’m feeling the lust of every single mare that Caramel has ever fucked. He takes complete control of their bodies, creating amazing waves of pleasure they don’t ever want to stop. I don’t want it to stop. Again, depraved heat mare, but I love having Caramel all to myself. Even if Vinyl Scratch wasn’t here, I’d still be having the best Hearth’s Warming of my life. Although, if it weren’t for Vinyl, I probably wouldn’t be lying here, getting humped by my long time crush… I didn’t think it was possible to love her any more.

I’m mesmerized by the beads of sweat on Caramel’s body. They add the slightest shine to his coat, which only serves to make him look even more like a poster boy, except for his fervent expression. I can tell by his massive blush and the way body shakes every time he rams into me that he’s putting his all into this. It’s a little belated, but I have to say it, “That feels really good, Carm…”

His answer is a wry smirk. "You're feeling pretty good yourself. Glad you were ready to rumble, Rumble."

"It's my effin' dream come-- ah!" Caramel leaves my legs to one arm. His other one reaches down and touches my cock. It's surreal to think that it's the second time he's done that tonight. I have to suck in my breath and shut off my brain for a second to avoid cumming all over myself. When I calm down, Caramel is still rubbing me, massaging the the head every time he reaches it.

"True?" he asks. "I'd be lying if I said I haven't thought about it myself... You're so cute."

I feel simultaneous embarrassment and pride rising in my chest, my face heating up. “Well, it’s about time you said it!” With enough warmth in my heart to last me the rest of the winter, I lay my head back and elect to enjoy the rest of this wonderful dream come true. “Come on, big guy… I’m ready.”

“This is for you, hon…” he replies.

By now, Caramel has been able to bottom out, but I guess he was waiting until the right moment to act on the privilege. Everything below my torso rises as Caramel takes ahold of my hip and starts thrusting without restraint. I can feel his pelvis against my nethers every time he slams into me. It’s a rough and yet strangely pleasant ride. “Ah-ah-aaah… so good… aaah…”

Caramel’s hand stops jerking me and joins the other in supporting me. I can hear and feel his heavy breaths. I wouldn’t be surprised if we were both blowing steam. He fidgets a little, allowing me to feel his cock pushing against my inner walls. I’m totally stretched for him… I always had a feeling he’d be a perfect fit.

“I’m close,” he mutters, resuming his thrusts. By this point, my back is curved, my mouth is wide open and my tongue is hanging out, flopping around every time Caramel’s massive dick slides up inside of me… Geez, I’m just like Vinyl.

I moan loudly as Caramel's seed starts to fill me up. It’s so warm and wet, and there’s a lot of it. I can feel it filling me up, eventually escaping and draining in dribbles from my ass. And that’s only the first blast. The second hits where it counts, sending me into my own climax. Our cocks pulse almost synchronously. My own jizz splatters along my chest and face in time with each wave of pleasure. I don’t mind, it’s kinda refreshing, like a cool splash of water after a hard day’s work. I don’t feel dirty. Far from it. I feel full.

I mean, barring Caramel’s cock in my ass, which he proceeds to remove. He’s slathered in his own spunk, which dribbles all over Vinyl’s couch. He takes a seat and lets out a long breath of satisfaction, followed by hearty laughter. “Now that’s a part of you I’ve never seen before.”

“What?” I ask, letting my legs drop.

Caramel looks snidely at me. “You moan and squeal like a rentboy. It’s adorable.”

I hear Vinyl laughing on the carpet. “Tell me about it,” she says. I look over to her, and what I see doesn’t come as much of a surprise. She’s flaking out on the rug with her hands between her legs, pushing her digits in and out of her folds. She takes a pause and rubs her lips, followed by a little tweak of her clit. She tilts her head my way, making her hands stop. A few awkward seconds go by before she says, “Oh, you’re both done?”

I nod, and reply with a simple “Yeah.” While my insides feel a little distended, I’m still able to sit up as Vinyl comes my way.

“Good, because I’m not…” She bends over, granting me a generous view of her cleavage before she dips her head down. She presses her muzzle up against my chest, which causes me to raise a brow.

“Uh, okay?” I decide to just go along with it. Freaky deaky and Vinyl Scratch, as I’ve learned tonight, is a package deal. Regardless of that, what she does here is oddly enticing. She sticks out her tongue and licks my pecs, lapping up the ropes of cum. She follows the trails of white like breadcrumbs, tracing circles wherever she finds some more to put in her mouth, eventually leading all the way down to my pelvis. At this point, my cock rivals Caramel’s in terms of how cum soaked it is, and it seems to be Vinyl’s mission to get me completely clean, because she starts to suck on me once again.

As her lips close around the base, she pulls away slowly, then opens her mouth. Her mouth is full of jizz, my jizz, and she still hasn’t swallowed for some odd reason. An unusual but very alluring idea enters my mind. I beckon to Vinyl with my fingers. She leans in, allowing me to grab her shoulders, meet up with her head and kiss her. Our tongues collides, and we begin to share the mouthful of cum together. We swish it back and forth between our mouths before I finally take in the whole load and, without any hesitation, swallow it.

Our kiss breaks with a loud gasp. “Wow…” Vinyl coos. “You’re a regular kinkmeister. Not many dudes I’ve met have had the audacity to take their own medicine.”

I fold my arms and smirk, as if I’ve won some sort of award. “Hey, whatever. That’s not the first time I’ve swallowed my stuff.”

“Really?” Vinyl asks with a visible blush and a flash of red in her eyes. “Color me interested.”

“Hey, I had a lot of free time in high school. A kid gets bored and borrows his gay friend’s toys. I don’t see what the big deal is.” I remember how flushed I was when I met Lickety Split behind the schoolhouse. He had such a naughty expression when he handed over the box…

“You have a lot of color to you, little Rumble,” says Vinyl. I watch as she gets up on the couch and kneels down, her moist lips hovering over my now saliva stricken cock like a cloud of pure heat. “I look forward to seeing how long I can play with you.” She falls, and her pussy immerses me into its warmth for the second time of the night, and I’m quite sure it won’t be the last time.

Once my long moan fades away, I’m able to think clearly about what I’m going to say next. First, as Vinyl begins to buck her hips wildly, rocking on my dick without any relent, I kiss her once again. It’s brief, but that’s all I wanted. “I love you,” I say.

Vinyl stops riding for a moment so I hear her say, “I know you do.” Her expression is as sinister and determined as ever, but I can also see warmth. She and I are in the same mindset. This isn’t just some one night stand, it’s a coming together of kindred spirits with a passionate love for the musical arts. It only makes sense that we’d make such beautiful music together.

Vinyl embraces me, rubbing her hands along my back while her cheek and mine brush up against each other. I reach below her arms and wrap mine around her slender frame, copping a grip on her firm hips, and usher them into resuming their bucking.

As my heroine continues to grant me a continuous rhythm of pleasure with her tight, experienced pussy, I lean my head to see Caramel. He’s sitting with his legs spread, relaxing against the arm of the couch. I reach out to one of his legs and touch it, giving it a little squeeze. “Thanks,” I say.

Caramel replies by picking up the remote to the sound system and hitting the play button. One of my favorite Sweetie Belle songs comes on just as turn back to Vinyl Scratch.

You're dangerous, just get it up.
The way you move, so scandalous.
It's all about the two of us.
A one night stand just ain't enough!
I need some stimulation, baby...
A little conversation, maybe...
You got me spinning 'round like crazy...
There goes my baby!

Author's Note

End song is Scandalous by Mis-Teeq. I own nothing.