Cold Drinks and Warm Hearts

“Good morning, Rumble…”

The stench of a sweat-logged pillow. My body plastered against an overly soft bed. The floor is littered with CDs and headphone cords. The bare fur of my hero brushing against my back, her breasts pressing into me. Her quiet breaths reek of sex and skin, and I can only smell them because her mouth is right next to my face.

I’m not used to my hair being all stringy, plastered in front of my face, but I kinda like it. My old slicked-back look was starting to wear out its welcome. I think I can pull off this heavy-bangs look. Gives me a young rockstar vibe.

Funny… I’ve never felt so good about myself as I do right now. They always say the day after is like a walk of shame, from the stranger’s bedroom to your home, but I don’t feel that way. I feel alive. I’ve never liked myself more than I do right now, and it’s for more than the obvious reasons.

“Baby, you awake?” Vinyl coos into my ear. It’s like I can taste the sugar on her lips. “Or did this beast wear you out a little too much? Hmm… Maybe she should send you on your way…”

That is not happening. I turn around and open my eyes. “Yo, I’m up.”

“Good. I don’t want to get rid of you just yet.” Vinyl peers down at me. Her hair is in worse condition than mine. She’s not wearing any makeup, revealing all of her slight wrinkles and blemishes.

Sweet Celestia, she is so hot.

I touch her. Her shoulder, specifically. The red flash in her eyes has become a tell for me, indicating when it’s okay for me to get a little more grabby. Her breasts still feel like clouds. I could squeeze and knead them for hours, if she allowed it. Though I’d probably get bored.

While I feel her up, she does the same for me. She starts off a little vanilla, touching my chest, then moving her hand up to stroke my bangs. Heh, so it does look good. She then bites my ear. My hand tenses up, my fingers spasming as I let go of her. I quickly grab ahold of her back, traveling down to grope her ass. She bites harder.

“Agh!” I call out. “That’s… Please, keep doing that…”

“Oh, I know you like it. I know you like this too… Then again, who doesn’t?” She keeps gnawing on my ear while she runs her hand over my body, only stopping when she reaches my crotch. I gasp without making a sound as her palm graces the underside of my helloooo…

The one time morning glory works in my favor. Vinyl grips me softly, tightening her grip as she slowly works the shaft, stoking my arousal. She kicks the blankets away, so her arm is left unburdened, allowing her to fondle me all she likes. I love watching her do this. The novelty still hasn’t worn off; the legendary DJ PON3 is touching my naked body.

“Kiss me,” she says.

Yes, ma’am. We meet halfway, her muzzle pretty much slamming into mine. We’re both suffering the weight of morning grogginess. Our lips are stiff and dry, severely impacting how pleasurable Vinyl’s kisses could be. She still feels amazing, don’t get me wrong, but maybe if we were a little more hydrated…

“Hey,” I say, tapping her arm. She takes that as a sign to back off, though she doesn’t stop stroking me. She sits up, her legs spread just enough for me to see her slit. I wonder how warm it is? ...Ergh, I can’t focus on that right now. “How about we get breakfast first?”

“I’m down with that.” Vinyl kisses me on the forehead and rolls out of bed, deliberately emphasizing her good bits for me. “You want me to make you another mocha?”

“I would love that.”

Vinyl stretches herself out, with her arms crossing above her head, her chest rising in time with her breaths. “Good. Join me in the kitchen when you’re ready. Don’t put any clothes on.” She steps over a few piles of clothes and slips out of the room, blowing me a kiss as she closes the door.

Yeah, I feel really good about my life right now.

So, what’s my plan for today? Ain’t that ever the question… I didn’t know where I was going last night, and I certainly don’t know what’s going down here. Will Vinyl and I bump one out and call it quits? Will we even have a chance to have sex again? Honestly, I enjoy just being near her, so even we don’t get to another orgasm, I think I’ll be fine.

Reality sets in a little. Inevitably, I am gonna have to leave this place. What are my parents gonna think about this? I’m sure they’ll be worried that I’m not in my own bed, or at any of my friends’ houses. I’m not a very good liar, so it’s not like I can make something up without them getting suspicious…

I stop worrying and sit up, wiping the concern off of my face with a smack. No. I’m not the quiet loner anymore. What would Vinyl do in my place? ...Nah, screw that. What do I want to do? That’s my choice to make.

It’s simple, really. Whatever happens to me, whenever I end up going home, I’ll just stand my ground as I say to Mom and Dad, “Sorry I’m late.” It might be a good idea to call them up, at least before Vinyl ends up distracting me with her… everything.

I better go ask her if I can use her phone. I stand up, having to actually remember not to pick up any clothes, and leave the bedroom. I’m back in the place where last night ensued. Hard to believe it actually happened… Kind of a shame that Caramel’s not here anymore. He had to bug off to catch a nap at his place, leaving me and Vinyl alone. That’s when things got bonkers.

I can hear Vinyl singing over the coffee machine in the kitchen. I head on in, trying to ignore how cold the tiled floor is against my bare hooves. There’s the mare of the hour, presenting a bountiful view of her tight ass and naked back. As well as a pair of… white wings. Kinda like bat wings…

“Uh, Vinyl?” I ask, pinching my arm. Nope, not dreaming. I have to stop assuming every weird thing that happens to me is a dream.

“Yeah, what’s up?” Vinyl turns around, seemingly ignorant of what I’ve just seen. She has half of a donut in her mouth. “Hm? Ya seem tense.”

“Well, uh…” I point at one of her wings. “Those… things?”

“Huh?” Vinyl looks to her side, her eyes widening as she realizes what I’m talking about. “Oh, shit. You drop your guard for one second and suddenly the glamour wears off. Welp, no shame in leaving them out now.”

“W-what? Glamour?” I’m holding my head. I hope I don’t get a migraine, it’s too early for all of this insanity. “W-why… o-on your back, are… wings?!”

“Hm? Oh, yeah. I’m a succubus. Do you want marshmallows?” She presents the steaming mug of coffee to me.

I reach for the mug by instinct, but I retract my arms. “Yes. No. I-I don’t know. Succubus? Like… Monster that feeds on people by sleeping with them? I thought that—”

“Yeah, not what you usually think of, isn’t it?” Vinyl asks, setting the mug down and gesturing to her wings.

“I expected horns.”

Vinyl groans. “Ugh. You get one chick with a bad hairdo in your ranks and suddenly everypony expects all succubi to look like her. Who’re the real monsters? Well, technically, us, but you catch my meaning.”

“Us?” I shake my head. “There are more of you? I mean, I assumed so, but… Where have all of these succubi been? Why haven’t I seen them before?”

“Same reason nopony else has seen them. It’s call glamour, kid. Technically speaking, I never didn’t have these wings out. You just never saw them because of a passive spell that I keep on me. I guess it wore off, a little bit.”

“Hm, succubus…” I think back to last night, trying to think of any other weird happenings that can be tied to this revelation. “I guess that would explain the red eyes.”

“Huh?” Vinyl looks in the frosted window, looking at her reflection. Her eyes start glowing. “You can see that? Hm… Either I slacked off on keeping the spell going, or…” She tilts her head at me. “You are something special, kid.”

“Well, uh, I do want to become a spotter for the Wonderbolts.” I raise one of my eyelids with my fingers. “It takes some crazy good eyesight.”

“It’s more than that, Rumble…” Vinyl taps her chin and walks back and forth across the kitchen. “See, I have this effect on people. I’m proud to call myself a panophile, and I was quite the heartthrob before I became a succubus, but having control over peoples’ emotions has definitely bolstered my reputation.”

“You…” I need to process this. I take a seat at the dining table. “You can manipulate emotions.”

Vinyl shrugs. “Sorta. It mostly revolves around love and attraction. Bolstering one fella’s affection towards another fella. Helping somepony bring out some dormant feelings.”

“But… Does that mean…”

“You think I can create feelings that aren’t there? I can’t. Besides, that’d just be rude. Wouldn’t do it even if I could.” She places her hand on my shoulder, giving me a gentle squeeze. “Don’t worry, Rumble. Everything you feel for me is genuine. More so than others. Hell, I couldn’t even touch your aura last night, no matter how hard I tried. Can you figure out why?”

I have to connect a few dots, as well as cope with how batshit crazy this all is. Okay… Vinyl is a succubus, and she hides her secret via some sort of ‘glamour’. I can see through this veil, somewhat. I can chalk that up to my eyesight, but all of this stuff about emotions and attraction… What does that have to do with me being able to see Vinyl for what she is? Unless…

If Vinyl were capable of bolstering my attraction to her, she easily could have done so last night, couldn’t she? No, she couldn’t have… I was already enamoured with her. Her music and performances spoke to me on another level. I already knew her, through and through, as a person and as my idol. She can’t mess with my aura because...

“Because I love you,” I say.

“And here I thought you were just being an adorable little fanboy.” Vinyl chuckles and goes to get the mug of coffee. “Wouldn’t be the first. But, I guess you’re the first one who really means it. You love me for who I am, not for an image that you’ve created of me. You see through the veil and know me through and through. A lesser stallion, like Caramel, would have fallen for my smokes and mirrors. And he has.”

I find myself chuckling too. “Sucker. Can’t really blame him.”

“And he is such a sweetheart. I love working with him almost as much I loved watching you blow him.”

Oh snap, that did happen last night! Talk about a rollercoaster ride.

Suddenly, I have another question. “So, does this mean the Lunar Guard are all...?"

"Going off on a tangent already? No, thestrals and succubi are different. I wasn't born a succubus, but those guards were all born thestrals."

“Oh.”

Vinyl touches my shoulder again as she passes me the mocha. “Look, I understand how this can rock your world. If it’s all a bit too much, I can take you back to bed, blank your short-term memory, and we can go back to having sex.” She brushes my bangs aside and touches my forehead. “Just say the word, and I’ll make it happen.”

“Hell no,” I say without hesitation, leaning my head away from her hand.

Vinyl looks shocked. “...Seriously?”

I cup my hands together, take a deep breath, and look inside of myself for the right words. “When I first started listening to your music, I figured that you would be somepony worth knowing. Every day, you continued to inspire me, giving me drive and purpose. I wanted to become somepony as inspiring as you. Somepony that a bunch of people can look up at and say, ‘Yeah, that’s what I wanna be.’ Thanks to you, I got my life on track. I’m going to work with Equestria’s greatest flyers.”

I grab Vinyl’s hand. She vocalizes her surprise, but she relaxes and goes along with it.

“Before last night, I had no idea I’d actually be able to talk to you, let alone spend a night with you. Ten minutes ago, I had no idea succubi even existed, let alone the fact that you are one, which, might I add, makes you even more attractive?”

“Oh, stop.” Vinyl pretends to be flattered.

“Ever since you came into my life, you’ve made me feel like I matter. That I’m somepony that can stand out in a crowd. The fact that you’re a succubus doesn’t change that. If anything, knowing that I’m good enough to see through your illusion, and be immune to your craft, is just another gift from you to me.”

Vinyl lays her free hand over mine. For the first time since I met her, she drops her attitude. It’s in the eyes. She’s suddenly lost her intense flame for something a little more sincere. “I can’t be your girlfriend,” she states plainly.

“I know,” I reply. “You’re a free spirit. I can’t ask you to tie yourself down. Then… you wouldn’t be the mare I love.”

Her eyes widen, her irises turning red again. The glow is far more intense than it ever was last night. She seems as though she’s in a trance. She holds my hands tightly, pulling me out of my chair. I go along with this, only half-expecting what’s going to happen next.

Vinyl takes me into the living room, letting go of me in front of the couch. She sits down and pats herself on the knee, looking up at me with a wanting gaze.

I understand well enough. I turn around and sit on her lap. It’s not as awkward as it could be, seeing as she’s quite a bit taller than me. Any awkwardness quickly fades away as I acclimatize to her naked body. Heh… What with all of this heart to heart, I had nearly forgotten that we’re both completely bare.

Vinyl bites my ear again, and it’s just as sweet as it was before. Maybe a little more so, as her arms join around my midsection and hold me close to her. She wasn’t this tender last night… What did I do? What did I say?

“Stay with me today,” she whispers, with just a hint of desperation. She reaches down, groping my cock again. I’m quickly coming back to full arousal, my erection getting thicker by the second. She doesn’t hold back, pumping me aggressively.

“A-all day?”

She bites on my ear even harder before whispering in my ear. “Stay with me all damn day.”

She keeps stroking me. I’m helpless against her affections, and I’m okay with that. I want to surrender to her. Let her bring me to an orgasm. I want to cum by her standards. She is the master of romance, after all.

Her wings are just as beautiful as the rest of her. Now that the initial shock has worn off, I’ve come to realize that without those demonic appendages, there would just be something missing. Somehow, I can’t imagine her without them.

My loins are burning. I don’t know why I’m so eager to cum. Maybe it’s what Vinyl does to me. Not with my aura, whatever that is, but with my heart. I wish I could understand the world through a succubus’ eyes. I want to know more about Vinyl. I want to see what she sees.

“Rumble… Look into my eyes.”

“Huh?” I turn to her, expecting her irises to be glowing. They are, but something’s different. The red glow seems to be pulsating, emitting beyond the expanse of her eyes. “What are you—”

Vinyl removes her hand from my cock. She grabs my sides and moves me off of her lap, pinning me to the couch. She looms over me with a strange, almost inequine stare. “Don’t stop looking.”

I can’t move. She has me locked, just as she always has. I’m not scared. I’m definitely curious as to what she’s doing, but I trust her enough to not be scared.

As Vinyl rides me, I keep looking at her… No, it’s like I’m looking into her, and in doing so, something is overcoming me. I feel my insides changing. Shifting. Not in a painful way. It’s not even uncomfortable. It’s just... different.

My peripheral vision is filled with color. Not just from the decorations of the living room. I see pink, magenta, blue, yellow… So many aura filling my vision, pulling apart and joining together. At the center of all of it is Vinyl, who continues to cast her spell on me. All the while, her hips thrust, rising and falling along me, bringing me to my peak.

“V-Vinyl…”

She breaks the connection. Her eyes dart away as she falls onto me, her head nestling against mine, our hair and cheeks rubbing against each other. I thrust upward, haphazardly, her pelvis slamming into mine. I hadn’t even realized I was moaning.

“Don’t stop, Rumble. Don’t stop.”

I don’t know what’s happening, but I can only describe it as the best orgasm of my life.

Vinyl cries out as I cum into her. The colors in my vision burst, like explosions of the spectrum filling my vision, temporarily blinding me. When the light fades, Vinyl and I are plastered to each other, our limbs intertwined, our hands touching each other everywhere we can.

We sit up, our lips pressed together in a tender kiss. I embrace Vinyl, looking past her, seeing my reflection in the glass of the music player.

I look good with red eyes.

Happy Hearth's Warming to me.