I’ve been on tour but never one like thisby Tenor_MicChaptersSplit DecisionsRemembering The Night BeforeI Like My Sex How I Like My Music...LOUD!Suit Up!Split Decisions“What do you mean I’m out!?” Roared Tenor Mic “this was MY project, I started this!” motioning his hand from left to right displaying his hard work and money. His band-mates - Picksalot, Strumtom, Sticky and Twangabass - now struck silent by the hard hitting words of their vocalist they looked at each other silently begging one of the others to deliver the news in full hoping Mic’d take it professionally. “Look…Mic…we all are very sorry to deliver this news to you but your…OUR manager thinks Blindsided would be better for our demographic as an instrumental band” worryingly uttered by Picks “it’s nothing personal it’s just business”. Mic took a step back, slumped his head and plonked his flank on the practice room sofa he then questioned “what about this gig on the 5th? You’re never gonna find a vocalist in time to learn the set”. “Yeah our manager is allowing you to play the 5th and announce you’ll be leaving but after that Blindsided’s an instrumental band” after hearing Mic’s favorite member, Sticky, speak in such an unforgiving tone he decided to leave the practice room without parting his lips to part them for only one thing; Straight Bauernhof Meister. Alcohol was something he vowed not to touch for the remainder of his days as he took vocal cord maintenance seriously however, on this occasion he couldn't care less. As much as he would like to go to one of his regular spots, his post-gig antics had become notorious and no respectable bar other than his favorite and a couple others were open to him or his band ever since 'The Lunar Chords' tour. A full month of nothing but Road, Gigs and Parties, sometimes even arrests but nothing serious just standard drunken disorderly acts. Mic was now wandering the darkened streets; head bowed depressingly sliding his way to Vinyl’s club. If there was anypony in the techno/dubstep scene he could rely on to cheer him up it’d have to be Vinyl. Mic slumped his way to the door before meeting the bouncer; he raised his head revealing who he was. At this point the bouncer entered a frenzy trying to unhook the velvet rope for the once famous voice of metal in Equestria “I’m sorry Mr.Tenor-er I mean Tenor Mi-I mean”. The bulky stallion was cut short by the rather depressive tone of Mic “it’s alright dude. Don’t panic” with this the rope was unhooked paving the way for the former vocalist to step in the contrasting lively club. The slender stallion hopped up on the bar stool asking only for a bottle of Baurenhof Mister. The barmaid questioned “Tenor!? Ohmygoshitstenormic…wait I have read your blog since it started. You don’t drink, so what makes you want…”. Mic was on a roll of cutting people short as he did so with the barmaid “please, I’ll answer your questions once I get my bottle okay?”. The barmaid shrugged, strutted over to the commercial cabinet picked out a Baurenhof and set it in front of Mic and asked “want a glass for that?”. To which he answered with a sigh “yeah…thanks”. “So what’s made you take up drinking?” she asked nervously. “I got kicked out of Blindsided because of the manager I HIRED…ironic no?”. The barmaid recoiled and said apathetically “well I’ll leave you to get yourself wasted, enjoy the rest of your night Tenor Mic”. He proceeded to open his bottle of aniseed alcohol and pour out the contents into a larger container rejecting the glass put forward to him by the barmaid, namely a flagon he managed to acquire without the bar staff noticing. “Hey buddy how’s it going long time no see” Neon Lights, a pony of incredible feats of musical engineering, wrapped his arm round Mic’s neck and pulled him closer not noticing his drink or his down-in-the-dumps demeanor “not saying anything? What’s-“ he spotted Mic’s drink “whoa dude I thought you put that stuff down! There must be something wrong…you can tell me dude” this was true Neon was a pony that Mic knew well as he was the only pony around with an eligible recording studio and licence to do recordings so obviously Tenor relied on him for the last six Blindsided albums. “I got kicked from Blindsided so that’s why this’s here” Mic took a couple of gulps of his liquor before slamming his flagon down again “enjoying Vinyl’s work as usual?” he enquired. Neon smiled “yeah she has a talent for improv dubstep no two shows are the same, I wonder how she does it?” Mic smiled, his head still bowed staring at his black liquid “she is…something”. Neon Lights could see thinking of something else was the way to get recovery out of Tenor Mic however Lights was still curious as to what the whole problem was “so who kicked you hmm?” “Would you believe it? The manager, the one I hired” Mic said tightening his fist. “Ooh nasty…well there’s something positive you can take out of this” Neon was leading Mic to ask what and of course he took the bait “like what?” Mic turned to face his equal. “You have a fantastic voice so why not become a solo artist?” Mic quickly turned back contemplating the offer “c’mon you might even get a spot to work with Vinyl and I?” Mic did like the sound of that as he did have a little crush on Miss.Scratch and wouldn’t mind getting closer to her. “Hmm sounds like a good idea” he took another couple of gulps of Baurenhof finishing the flagon, the alcohol working its magic on his head making him very dizzy to say the least. He spun his seat back to view the rather attractive white unicorn jumping to her beat “so what’s your deal with Vinyl? You guys have something beyond a professional friendship?”. Neon chuckled “nah, nah dude she’s too close to me to even attempt something like that we have a professional friendship and an after-hours friendship nothing beyond that though, why?”. “Curiosity” A few moments had passed as both stallions looked upon the dancing mare behind her custom electric blue equipment. “Whelp Vinyl asked me to close up the night for her so I’ll let you go…cheer up Mic you’re the best male singer I know finding a new band or a solo career shouldn’t prove too hard” Mic gave a small smile and let Neon hop up onstage. Vinyl, as usual, required a drink from shouting to the crowd to get them going, in his tipsy state Mic decided to pull up his hood and conceal the fact he was at the bar if only to remove it as Vinyl sat down. “Tenor Mic?”. Mic chuckled and turned to look at the sparkling white mare “t’is me, how’re you doing Vinny?” Vinyl recoiled “Vinny? You never call me Vi-you've been drinking haven’t you?”. Mic scratched the back of his neck blushing a little “hehe yeah a full flagon of Baurenhof”. Vinyl was surprised to say the least “I know I say go hard or go home but by Celestia that’s nuts…well you’re tipsy already, I’m in the mood to get drunk might as well join you and get drunk together wad’dya say?”. Mic saw his chance and took it whole heatedly “HELL YEAH!” Vinyl ordered a bottle of Baurenhof for herself to make things even before ordering another 6 shots of the strangest concoction Mic set his lips to, half a shot glass of 75% Apple vodka the other half filled with special edition Applejack Daniels extremely rare, very flavourful. Since Mic’d never taken shots before he asked Vinyl to explain the procedure. She set them out in a line and said “we take one from the furthest end and drop them down, each time we take one nearer the centre till there’s no more” she raised her shades revealing her scarlet eyes “got it?”. Mic’s face went pink “y-y-yeah” Vinyl put his blushing and stuttering down to nervousness but really it was because he found her, well, sexy. Remembering The Night BeforeMic opened his eyes to the bright sunlight piercing through Vinyl’s shutter blinds to which he recoiled and moved his hand over the light, creating shade, then he realised something, he wasn’t at home he looked around familiarising himself with the surroundings noticing in the corner of the room a miniature set of the equipment Vinyl would use. Upon looking at that he knew where he was, he also knew he had a thumping headache the worst he had come across “oh Luna thou’s sweet nectar dost make me feel ill, oh but to what end dear lady?” Mic said before setting his hand on his forehead trying to ease the tension in his cranium. That was when he discovered he had no clothes on, it wasn’t uncommon of him to have no clothes on in bed but when it was someone else’s bed he tended to be more polite and have at least boxers on. “Morning Miiiic” a sultry tone came from behind him he turned to find Vinyl Scratch clothed in just her bra and pants, to this he tried to put two and two together and came up with the best night he couldn’t remember “don’t worry we didn’t do what you think we did” which was now ruined, as Vinyl turned around giving Mic a quick peak at her curvy, yet fit figure “I’m heading into the shower, need in?”. Mic snapped out of his trance “er nah you go on ahead” perfect now he can find his clothes, well the major part he needed was on the bedpost. He stood up to try and get his boxers as Vinyl came in to give some news she remembered. “oh and by the way y-OH!” Mic slipped up his boxers before she had the chance to see him naked “ha-ha almost seen you…but aren’t you an attractive stallion?” Her sultry tone returned frankly turning Mic on, Vinyl then started to walk towards Mic swaying her hips making him notice everything about her body from her rather hefty chest to her wide hips which he assumed led to quite an ass “I’m sorry but when confronted with a topless stallion I have to take advantage” she planted her hands on Mic causing him to have flashbacks of the night before. Mic’s mind returned to the bar the moment after the 3 shots of ‘apple extremes’. The now drunk Tenor Mic and tipsy Vinyl Scratch start laughing, Mic out of nervousness and Vinyl? Just because. After his fit of laughter Mic took a sigh and attempted to slur out a statement “I gotta thank you Vinyl, you’ve helped me get over getting booted out of Blind*hic*sided”. “That’s ‘kay Mic you were getting stressed over the gig on the 5th and needed some sort of release…I’m just surprised you didn’t go for the other type of release”. Mic raised an eyebrow as he swayed left and right due to his intoxicated brain “other release?”. Vinyl couldn’t help but find his swaying rather amusing and so smiled “yeah I mean you’re an attractive stallion why not?”. Mic’s mood U-turned as he said “Nopony wants neither me nor do they want an ex star so…” He swivelled his stool around to the bar once more before ordering another two shot of just apple vodka and slamming them down within seconds. “HEY! Let me catch up!” Vinyl ordered 4 throwing them down at the same time before shivering as the translucent green liquid burned her throat still admiring how Mic intelligently spoke even as the devils nectar took over his brain, it was working faster than she intended and within the hour she was fully white filly wasted “whoa that was a bigger hit than I expected” she looked up and down Mic studying his physique, his core muscles were of top condition because of singing for the majority of his life, his arms were slightly built after playing bass for a previous band he’d wriggled his way into and as much as Vinyl hated to admit it he was hot. Mic turned towards Vinyl and asked “what now? Wanna head to a rock club to see what real instruments sound like?”. It was a rather cheeky remark coming from a pony whose job didn’t require an actual instrument but Vinyl smiled “hey I produce good music you shut your trap…I’m kidding but yeah I’d love to, where to?” “My favourite place is ‘…and a hard place’ has a funny little title but has a good size stage” Vinyl stifled a laugh at the title before they both hopped out of their bar stools holding onto the bar for stability “you too?” Mic stated rhetorically. Vinyl asked for the barmaid to put everything on her tab. Mic and Vinyl slumped out of the club Mic Clutching Vinyl’s shoulder Vinyl on Mic’s waist dependent on his body mass to keep her upright they made a strange sort of B-line for ‘…and a hard place’ and once they got to it they were greeted with a cheery smile resonating from their bouncer “Ahh Mic long time no see how’s Blindsided?”. “I couldn’t tell you man” replied the white, black and blue pony. The place reeked of what Mic called ‘the smell of hard work and entertainment’ but really it was of leather jackets, sweat and blood. “And this is my usual watering hole, Hey Beardo 2 stout glass’ of whisky for Vinyl and myself” he did as asked and slid across two glasses half full of applejack’s standard of which Mic started sipping immediately. He and Vinyl found a seat in one of the booths just opposite that bar and sat down, Vinyl sitting right next to him, Mic didn’t seem to mind or notice. “So what happens here? There’s just albums being played through the P.A system yet there’s a stage?” Vinyl couldn’t understand the reason before Mic started. “Yeah this is just the intermission before another band comes in, I think it’s Kataponia tonight” Mic and Vinyl took another sip of their rather metal beverage. “Speak of the devil” Vinyl said as she popped her head above the booth “what are they like?”. “Oh they’re really good, give them a chance” As they set up for their set Mic walked out the booth holding a drunken hand out to Vinyl who accepted it and they both hopped down to a lower floor where the spectators would stand to view their favourite bands preform, that’s when Mic noticed there were no electric guitars or basses, just acoustics. “Wait what? I thought you said this place was metal?”. Mic replied with surprise in his voice “yeah it is but this must be an acoustic night” they both looked at eachother and shrugged before picking a spot to stand. Kataponia hopped onstage as their singer announced “Hey guys we thought we would play tonight with acoustics as none of us are in the mood to swing our heads too much” Mic and Vinyl looked and smiled as the band played their first song called 'Lethean' before their singer announced the next song “Our next little diddy is called The Racing Heart, I want to see everybody slow dancing” Mic and Vinyl looked at each other nervously, knowing they would not be able to keep eachother standing however they looked past their better judgement and got into position to indeed, slow dance. As soon as the music started playing Mic seemed to keep himself steady, not enough to release him from the clutches of alcohol but steady none the less, Mic and Vinyl stood there slow dancing neither of them saying a word, two minutes of the song had passed and Vinyl took her chance she planted a kiss on Mic and at that moment their love sparked they were applauded by the surrounding fans and band. They parted their lips only for Vinyl to pull Mic out of the bar and towards Vinyl’s place. It was there that Mic took control. Vinyl opened the door, pulled him in but Mic pushed her against a wall gripping her hips as he pushed his mouth against her luscious, tender lips. Vinyl accepted the kiss returning it as she slid her wet, alcohol soaked tongue into his open mouth, running her fingers through his mane and moaning into their act of shared appreciation. He separated their heads only to ask “you pulled me here, I guess you have to pull me to a guest room or something?”. Vinyl recoiled and snarled “guest room!? No, my room” As the words left her saliva ridden mouth she pulled on Mic’s wrist, dragging him to her room. She pushed him onto her bed and commanded him “Stay there I’ll slip into something more comfortable” before Mic could object she was gone. Mic’s head wasn’t allowing him to stay conscious for the remainder of the night and so he passed out leaving Vinyl to sort him out. Basically stripping him of everything and sliding him into a better position which she didn’t mind at all it just meant she could get a full view of the stallion she was to have sex with in the morning. I Like My Sex How I Like My Music...LOUD!“Hey Mic? Miiiic…? MIC!”. Mic snapped out of his daze “uh what? What? What happened?”. Vinyl posed a curious expression upon herself “you were just staring at the wall for the last 3 minutes”. “was I? I didn’t notice”. Vinyl stamped out the subject “Never mind, so how’s my sexy stallion? Feeling better?”. Mic’s face went scarlet; he never heard Vinyl talk about him like this although he never heard her talk to him at all “slightly better yeah” Vinyl pushed him down to her bed to which Mic smiled remembering that’s what she did last night. Vinyl then continued to straddle Mic’s muscular abdomen resting her flank on his crotch “good, you still owe me from last night”. Vinyl’s mouth turned to a deviant smile as she lent all her weight on Mic’s arms which were now positioned above his head. Vinyl then pulled a pair of handcuffs out from her pillow and clicked them onto Mic’s wrists pinning his hands to the top of the bed making him feel utterly helpless but he loved every second. Mic dared not say a word in fear of what his new master might do, Vinyl’s face was inches away from his “now you’re gonna be a good boy and not struggle against me right?”. Mic smiled devilishly “or what?”. Vinyl used her horn to levitate a roll of bondage tape in front of Mic’s face “the tape is to keep you quiet”. “Then I refuse” Mic stated quite firmly, Vinyl’s top eyelids dropped giving her a smouldering look the likes of which Mic’d never seen before she then pulled at the tape positioning it across Mic’s muzzle keeping his pleasure induced moans at bay. “This is where the fun begins” Vinyl said with distinct sultriness in her voice. Vinyl then proceeded to kiss down Mic’s neck, then chest, then abdomen all the way down to the top of his boxer shorts; Mic could feel Vinyl’s fingers slip under his underwear pulling them down ever so slightly to reveal a small portion of his already erect cock “ooh what do we have here” Mic’s eyes shut tight bracing himself for what might come, Vinyl licked ever so lightly under his head. “Mmph…” Mic’s muffled moans of pleasure could be heard from underneath the bright, sky-blue tape that covered his muzzle, she licked again but harder “MMph” she decided to stop teasing Mic and pulled off his underwear to reveal an unexpectedly large throbbing cock in front of her. “Wow Mic, you’re quite the colt…guess it’s the quiet ones I have to worry about” she leant down picking up Mic’s large appendage noticing herself that she was getting wet, stroking his cock up and down pressing her lips against it and occasionally wrapping her mouth around it. “MMMPH” his hips raised rapidly shoving his cock deep in her mouth and beyond into her throat, Vinyl gave a moan of surprise and pleasure causing her to release a small spout of her juices before she quickly decided to go with it and suck him off furiously. Pushing his hips down she wrapped her lips around his member running her tongue around his head whilst hers was bobbing quite vigorously. She released his cock from her soaking, warm mouth and proceeded to say “you enjoying this big boy?” Vinyl looked up to see Mic’s cheeks, Nose and even ears had turned red. This confirmed that he was well and truly turned on and ready for what she had in store for him, she unclicked her handcuffs from Mic’s wrists which was a huge mistake on her part. Before she knew it she was on her back gazing up at the stallion she thought she had trapped and helpless. Mic removed his makeshift silencer to reveal a devilish look to which Vinyl couldn’t help but enjoy. “You’ve done quite enough Miss. Scratch, now’s my turn” he bit her bottom lip kissing down her neck biting occasionally, he also removed her bra to fondle with her luscious breasts. “UHN oh buck…” she exhaled. Mic ventured further down, and further ‘till he reached her pants “wow Vinyl I haven’t done much and you’re already soaking” he licked at her drenched pants and tasted a hint of blueberry. He wanted more so he pulled off Vinyl’s pants and dove right in covering his muzzle in Vinyl’s ecstasy. “UHN OH LUNA!”. Mic removed his muzzle to make a sarcastic comment “I’m not Luna…”. “Shuddup”. Vinyl slammed Mic back into her soaking crotch causing her to jolt “uhn oh god…” Mic licked ever so tenderly at her dripping crotch and as he did so he felt Vinyl shiver in pleasure which pleased him in turn, he tried exploring, first upwards where he felt his nose touch something firm which made Vinyl scream unexpectedly as she grabbed his black and blue mane “UGH YES!” he licked around her clit teasing her till she begged to be released of the pleasure and torture combo. Mic complied as he savagely lapped at her sensitive nub making his mate convulse “YES! YES!” Mic let his animal instincts kick in as he slid his tongue around Vinyl’s crotch and eventually inside her “MIC I’M GONNA- AH!“ too late, she squirted her blueberry-flavoured juices all over Mic’s muzzle as he drank every drop not letting a single bit escape. “Well well Vinyl, are you satisfied?”. He was then pulled forward on top of the white mare that was now red with lust “no not in the slightest, now I know you can’t help but be polite so I’m asking you kindly to have sex with me and to fulfil my animal instincts” Vinyl snarled. “Sure” Mic calmly replied. Mic raised his hips to come level with hers at this point he had a full view of Vinyl’s naked body and by Luna was he enjoying what he saw making his cock even harder. He used his head to stroke up and down Vinyl’s soaking, well pleasured slit “Mic don’t tease me just buck me till I can’t walk and the neighbours know your name”. Mic chuckled “I think it’s a little late for that honey” Mic was getting comfortable with the mare he’d crushed on for months on end and could afford to call her filly names. “ugh just do it before I have to tie you down aga-uhn…” Mic slid his member into his companion slowly so not to injure her but from her pleased expression and sensual moaning that seemed to be the least of her worries. Mic slid back a few inches only to rut his hips forward forcefully to meet Vinyl’s picking up the pace ever so slightly “buck Mic, you know how to keep things romantic…but that’s not what I want” Vinyl quickly grappled him by his shoulder and threw him down onto his side, then onto his back “you ready to have your world rocked?” her eyes seemed to light up with lust piercing Mic’s very soul and igniting it so much he could not ignore his instincts and let go. “Go for it, wub my world” Vinyl raised and lowered her hips fast and furiously making her ass clap against Mic’s thighs her breasts pleasingly bouncing on her chest and upper abdomen only pushing Mic’s desire to pull her forward, fondle and suck them. “Buck Mic you’re bigger than I expected oh Luna I love it, ugh”. Mic was gritting his teeth trying to keep his onslaught of ecstasy at bay enough to speak sense “Vinyl, oh my you are amazing ugh buck me faster” she did as she was told and began to bounce on Mic faster but to do so she had to lean forward. Mic seized his chance as he began to kiss, lick and suck at Vinyl’s left nipple while massaging and playing with her other breast. “Ugh buck…” Vinyl moaned and accepted her stallion’s lustful gesture. She began to bounce on Mic harder making her blueberry themed juices coat his lap, balls and shaft thoroughly whilst his raging member slid and rubbed against her fleshy walls, pleasuring her to no end. Mic stopped fondling his mate’s breasts only to wrap his arms around her and throw her onto her back pinning Vinyl’s arms above her. “It’s only fair” Mic said with erotic venom in his voice she complied as her muzzle and a little bit of her ears went pink. Mic proceeded to rut his hips faster and harder than he had ever managed to before bringing both his and Vinyl’s orgasms closer to the present. “UHN BUCK MIC!” Mic lent down to kiss his companion with sweaty passion dancing his tongue around her mouth. Vinyl wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him further into the kiss before placing her hands on his shoulders and pushing him violently away. “What the…?” Mic enquired before he saw the now naked and sweaty Vinyl on all fours shoveing her hind quarters into Mic’s muzzle. “Shuddup and finish me” Mic could feel the heat and taste the flavours of his white and blue mare as he felt a familiar sensation in his groin. He looked left to find she was throat deep sucking with all she had. Mic refused to let her beat him and so started lapping his tender tongue around and inside Vinyl’s soaking groin stopping only to let out moans with a mixture of pleasure and lustful agony, Vinyl wasn’t doing that much better. Mic could feel the vibrations of loud, muffled moaning from his almost exhausted mate. Vinyl could feel the burning in her neather regions increasing tenfold, she knew she was to orgasm soon but refused to be beat still. Mic’s pleasure spiked as he slid his tongue harder into her hot, wet pussy lips. His thick, gooey, creamy sperm shot into Vinyl’s mouth and throat at the same time of which Vinyl drank like the shots she had the night before. She then slid her mouth off Mic’s throbbing limb with a pop and slumped on her bed beside Mic who was thoroughly coated in her lubricant but enjoying it. “I think...I beat you…to it Vinny” Mic panted. His companion unable to speak due to exhaustion, the chemicals and hormones that swirled about in her cranium. Mic took that as a yes and lay there, not moving, regaining his energy. Suit Up!After several minutes had passed Mic heard the faint vibrations from the right side of the room, emanating from his jeans as well as a hidden glow. He lifted himself carefully so as to not wake Vinyl from her slumber, slid on his boxer shorts for the second time and stepped cautiously towards the source of the noise. He slid his phone out of the pocket and tapped the home button to reveal what the phone wanted to draw attention to. ‘Equestria Metal Awards Tuesday; 8:30PM at the Canterlot Entertainment Halls’ “Horse-apples…I completely forgot” he said to himself. Mic thought it best to leave some sort of message for Vinyl to find when she woke up so he grabbed what paper he could from behind the dubstep ponies bass cannons as well as a marker and scribed ‘I’ve left to get my suit for the awards on Tuesday, sorry I couldn’t be there for when you wake up’ after which he grabbed what clothes he had last night, stole a shower and flew still with soaking wet locks towards his cloud mansion at the top end of ponyville just before the apple family farm. Most of Mic’s money he’d earned from playing with Blindsided went into making the house as music themed as possible with guitars and bass’s round every corner each pair as different as the last. He’d positioned drum kits in his two improv recording rooms as well as one kit in his own room on the top floor for practice. He landed just in his doorway unlocking his door, striding up the stairs to his room wherein he stripped of his leather converse, socks, jeans, boxer shorts, hoodie and Wonderbolts tee and throwing them in the clouds where they’d get washed in the vapours. He shook off what moisture was left from the flight and began to dry it with what heat he could summon from the sun’s light, he then brushed it down, straightened it and parted it sideways to give a classier look for who he was to visit for his tailored suit “lookin’ good Mic, you suit classy” he said suavely looking in the mirror as he adjusted his collar. Mic strutted out of his house, smoothly locked the door and dropped onto the pavement before buying a rose as a thank you to Rarity who was to make his suit for him. Like all stallions after sex Mic felt cheery and generous, like nothing could bring him down, He strode his way down ponyville’s streets heading for The Carousel Boutique where the master of fabrics was at work. Mic pushed the door as the bell clanged his arrival “now who could that be I have no reservations for today?” said Rarity who was now making her way downstairs before seeing the gracious customer bowing towards the purple mane’d mare holding only a single rose at arms-length “For you Miss. Rarity” Mic said confidently “Oh Tenor Mic, you charmer” Rarity giggled and took the rose before positioning it in her contrasting purple locks “So what makes you visit my shop darling?” Rarity, now with a hand on her hip questioned Mic Mic stood up from and looked Rarity in the eye and started walking towards her oh so slowly before placing a finger beneath her chin and looking at her with intent to kiss her, Rarity was feeling rather uncomfortable by this and started blushing and sweating nervously “I just need a suit fitted” Mic said comically as he snapped quickly away from his little prank Rarity’s body went limp in relief “Oh phew I thought you had something else up your sleeve, you really had me there…oh but your suit of course, step this way darling” Rarity beckoned Mic to follow her upstairs to her work-room. What Mic saw upstairs was a veritable colour-fest from shades of red he’d never thought possible to the vibrant greens he couldn’t look at for being so bright “wow Miss.Rarity this is better than I-“ he cut himself off before revealing of his fantasies about the white unicorn “Better than you what darling?” “Nevermind just my mouth running where it shouldn’t…ooh this looks good” pointing at a dark grey fabric “How about this and…blue ribbon lining?” Rarity was surprised at his fashion sense, he knew what he liked and what was appropriate for a more formal event “Wow Mic I’d always thought you wanted ripped sleeves and jeans but it seems you have more of a mind for class as well” Rarity smiled “Grey and blue trim it is but I will need measurements so you will need to hang around till that’s done, you will have time won’t you?” “Certainly, I have nothing to do today so I can stay for measurements. So what do I have to do? Assume the position?” he said as he put his hands against the wall spreading his legs a little. Rarity giggled “No no darling not that position, just stand on this pedestal and I’ll get your leg measurements first” She pointed to a small pastel purple disk at the other side of the room. Mic hopped on and separated his legs to let Rarity kneel and wrap her measuring tape around his ankles, calves, knees and finally thighs. Mic couldn’t help but blush as Rarity got closer do his crotch but thankfully she didn’t have to measure that area “Alright darling, off with the shirt” Mic’s blushing only got worse “erm excuse me? Shirt…off?” “Indeed darling I work better if I don’t have clothes getting in the way as it could upset the measurements but I never asked you to remove your bottom half as I know nopony will for a stranger” Mic was a bit sceptical, retaining his red muzzle he asked “but why ask for my top half?” Rarity smiled and said “you have nothing to worry about I’ve had worse looking customers. Besides we’re both adults here are we not? Now off with it!” this was true and her arguments were hard to counter so he thought ‘if he must’ and stripped of his shirt “that’s better” Rarity’s muzzle also took on a light shade of pink. Rarity took a couple of steps forward and wrapped her arms around Mic’s waist, tightening her measuring implement, pulling him closer to her. Taking the measurements she continued “alright, raise your arms, I need a chest size” Mic did as he was told and raised his arms forming a T shape. Rarity slid her tape up and tightened it on his chest “33” she mumbled “now your arm dear” Mic lowered his arms as she took measurements of that too at the upper arm, forearm and wrist “all done darling, you may put on your shirt now…if you want” Rarity looked back giving him a sly wink that he loved. “Right so when should I expect the suit to arrive?” Mic enquired as he buttoned up the top buttons of his shirt Rarity replied with a hint of joy in her tone “Tomorrow dear, I’ll get to work on it immediately” Mic smiled and positioned the rose he’d bought for her in her hair and planted a kiss on her cheek “thanks Rarity you’re a joy to be friends with” he turned around and began to leave the boutique before taking a quick peek at the blushing owner.
Split Decisions“What do you mean I’m out!?” Roared Tenor Mic “this was MY project, I started this!” motioning his hand from left to right displaying his hard work and money. His band-mates - Picksalot, Strumtom, Sticky and Twangabass - now struck silent by the hard hitting words of their vocalist they looked at each other silently begging one of the others to deliver the news in full hoping Mic’d take it professionally. “Look…Mic…we all are very sorry to deliver this news to you but your…OUR manager thinks Blindsided would be better for our demographic as an instrumental band” worryingly uttered by Picks “it’s nothing personal it’s just business”. Mic took a step back, slumped his head and plonked his flank on the practice room sofa he then questioned “what about this gig on the 5th? You’re never gonna find a vocalist in time to learn the set”. “Yeah our manager is allowing you to play the 5th and announce you’ll be leaving but after that Blindsided’s an instrumental band” after hearing Mic’s favorite member, Sticky, speak in such an unforgiving tone he decided to leave the practice room without parting his lips to part them for only one thing; Straight Bauernhof Meister. Alcohol was something he vowed not to touch for the remainder of his days as he took vocal cord maintenance seriously however, on this occasion he couldn't care less. As much as he would like to go to one of his regular spots, his post-gig antics had become notorious and no respectable bar other than his favorite and a couple others were open to him or his band ever since 'The Lunar Chords' tour. A full month of nothing but Road, Gigs and Parties, sometimes even arrests but nothing serious just standard drunken disorderly acts. Mic was now wandering the darkened streets; head bowed depressingly sliding his way to Vinyl’s club. If there was anypony in the techno/dubstep scene he could rely on to cheer him up it’d have to be Vinyl. Mic slumped his way to the door before meeting the bouncer; he raised his head revealing who he was. At this point the bouncer entered a frenzy trying to unhook the velvet rope for the once famous voice of metal in Equestria “I’m sorry Mr.Tenor-er I mean Tenor Mi-I mean”. The bulky stallion was cut short by the rather depressive tone of Mic “it’s alright dude. Don’t panic” with this the rope was unhooked paving the way for the former vocalist to step in the contrasting lively club. The slender stallion hopped up on the bar stool asking only for a bottle of Baurenhof Mister. The barmaid questioned “Tenor!? Ohmygoshitstenormic…wait I have read your blog since it started. You don’t drink, so what makes you want…”. Mic was on a roll of cutting people short as he did so with the barmaid “please, I’ll answer your questions once I get my bottle okay?”. The barmaid shrugged, strutted over to the commercial cabinet picked out a Baurenhof and set it in front of Mic and asked “want a glass for that?”. To which he answered with a sigh “yeah…thanks”. “So what’s made you take up drinking?” she asked nervously. “I got kicked out of Blindsided because of the manager I HIRED…ironic no?”. The barmaid recoiled and said apathetically “well I’ll leave you to get yourself wasted, enjoy the rest of your night Tenor Mic”. He proceeded to open his bottle of aniseed alcohol and pour out the contents into a larger container rejecting the glass put forward to him by the barmaid, namely a flagon he managed to acquire without the bar staff noticing. “Hey buddy how’s it going long time no see” Neon Lights, a pony of incredible feats of musical engineering, wrapped his arm round Mic’s neck and pulled him closer not noticing his drink or his down-in-the-dumps demeanor “not saying anything? What’s-“ he spotted Mic’s drink “whoa dude I thought you put that stuff down! There must be something wrong…you can tell me dude” this was true Neon was a pony that Mic knew well as he was the only pony around with an eligible recording studio and licence to do recordings so obviously Tenor relied on him for the last six Blindsided albums. “I got kicked from Blindsided so that’s why this’s here” Mic took a couple of gulps of his liquor before slamming his flagon down again “enjoying Vinyl’s work as usual?” he enquired. Neon smiled “yeah she has a talent for improv dubstep no two shows are the same, I wonder how she does it?” Mic smiled, his head still bowed staring at his black liquid “she is…something”. Neon Lights could see thinking of something else was the way to get recovery out of Tenor Mic however Lights was still curious as to what the whole problem was “so who kicked you hmm?” “Would you believe it? The manager, the one I hired” Mic said tightening his fist. “Ooh nasty…well there’s something positive you can take out of this” Neon was leading Mic to ask what and of course he took the bait “like what?” Mic turned to face his equal. “You have a fantastic voice so why not become a solo artist?” Mic quickly turned back contemplating the offer “c’mon you might even get a spot to work with Vinyl and I?” Mic did like the sound of that as he did have a little crush on Miss.Scratch and wouldn’t mind getting closer to her. “Hmm sounds like a good idea” he took another couple of gulps of Baurenhof finishing the flagon, the alcohol working its magic on his head making him very dizzy to say the least. He spun his seat back to view the rather attractive white unicorn jumping to her beat “so what’s your deal with Vinyl? You guys have something beyond a professional friendship?”. Neon chuckled “nah, nah dude she’s too close to me to even attempt something like that we have a professional friendship and an after-hours friendship nothing beyond that though, why?”. “Curiosity” A few moments had passed as both stallions looked upon the dancing mare behind her custom electric blue equipment. “Whelp Vinyl asked me to close up the night for her so I’ll let you go…cheer up Mic you’re the best male singer I know finding a new band or a solo career shouldn’t prove too hard” Mic gave a small smile and let Neon hop up onstage. Vinyl, as usual, required a drink from shouting to the crowd to get them going, in his tipsy state Mic decided to pull up his hood and conceal the fact he was at the bar if only to remove it as Vinyl sat down. “Tenor Mic?”. Mic chuckled and turned to look at the sparkling white mare “t’is me, how’re you doing Vinny?” Vinyl recoiled “Vinny? You never call me Vi-you've been drinking haven’t you?”. Mic scratched the back of his neck blushing a little “hehe yeah a full flagon of Baurenhof”. Vinyl was surprised to say the least “I know I say go hard or go home but by Celestia that’s nuts…well you’re tipsy already, I’m in the mood to get drunk might as well join you and get drunk together wad’dya say?”. Mic saw his chance and took it whole heatedly “HELL YEAH!” Vinyl ordered a bottle of Baurenhof for herself to make things even before ordering another 6 shots of the strangest concoction Mic set his lips to, half a shot glass of 75% Apple vodka the other half filled with special edition Applejack Daniels extremely rare, very flavourful. Since Mic’d never taken shots before he asked Vinyl to explain the procedure. She set them out in a line and said “we take one from the furthest end and drop them down, each time we take one nearer the centre till there’s no more” she raised her shades revealing her scarlet eyes “got it?”. Mic’s face went pink “y-y-yeah” Vinyl put his blushing and stuttering down to nervousness but really it was because he found her, well, sexy.
Remembering The Night BeforeMic opened his eyes to the bright sunlight piercing through Vinyl’s shutter blinds to which he recoiled and moved his hand over the light, creating shade, then he realised something, he wasn’t at home he looked around familiarising himself with the surroundings noticing in the corner of the room a miniature set of the equipment Vinyl would use. Upon looking at that he knew where he was, he also knew he had a thumping headache the worst he had come across “oh Luna thou’s sweet nectar dost make me feel ill, oh but to what end dear lady?” Mic said before setting his hand on his forehead trying to ease the tension in his cranium. That was when he discovered he had no clothes on, it wasn’t uncommon of him to have no clothes on in bed but when it was someone else’s bed he tended to be more polite and have at least boxers on. “Morning Miiiic” a sultry tone came from behind him he turned to find Vinyl Scratch clothed in just her bra and pants, to this he tried to put two and two together and came up with the best night he couldn’t remember “don’t worry we didn’t do what you think we did” which was now ruined, as Vinyl turned around giving Mic a quick peak at her curvy, yet fit figure “I’m heading into the shower, need in?”. Mic snapped out of his trance “er nah you go on ahead” perfect now he can find his clothes, well the major part he needed was on the bedpost. He stood up to try and get his boxers as Vinyl came in to give some news she remembered. “oh and by the way y-OH!” Mic slipped up his boxers before she had the chance to see him naked “ha-ha almost seen you…but aren’t you an attractive stallion?” Her sultry tone returned frankly turning Mic on, Vinyl then started to walk towards Mic swaying her hips making him notice everything about her body from her rather hefty chest to her wide hips which he assumed led to quite an ass “I’m sorry but when confronted with a topless stallion I have to take advantage” she planted her hands on Mic causing him to have flashbacks of the night before. Mic’s mind returned to the bar the moment after the 3 shots of ‘apple extremes’. The now drunk Tenor Mic and tipsy Vinyl Scratch start laughing, Mic out of nervousness and Vinyl? Just because. After his fit of laughter Mic took a sigh and attempted to slur out a statement “I gotta thank you Vinyl, you’ve helped me get over getting booted out of Blind*hic*sided”. “That’s ‘kay Mic you were getting stressed over the gig on the 5th and needed some sort of release…I’m just surprised you didn’t go for the other type of release”. Mic raised an eyebrow as he swayed left and right due to his intoxicated brain “other release?”. Vinyl couldn’t help but find his swaying rather amusing and so smiled “yeah I mean you’re an attractive stallion why not?”. Mic’s mood U-turned as he said “Nopony wants neither me nor do they want an ex star so…” He swivelled his stool around to the bar once more before ordering another two shot of just apple vodka and slamming them down within seconds. “HEY! Let me catch up!” Vinyl ordered 4 throwing them down at the same time before shivering as the translucent green liquid burned her throat still admiring how Mic intelligently spoke even as the devils nectar took over his brain, it was working faster than she intended and within the hour she was fully white filly wasted “whoa that was a bigger hit than I expected” she looked up and down Mic studying his physique, his core muscles were of top condition because of singing for the majority of his life, his arms were slightly built after playing bass for a previous band he’d wriggled his way into and as much as Vinyl hated to admit it he was hot. Mic turned towards Vinyl and asked “what now? Wanna head to a rock club to see what real instruments sound like?”. It was a rather cheeky remark coming from a pony whose job didn’t require an actual instrument but Vinyl smiled “hey I produce good music you shut your trap…I’m kidding but yeah I’d love to, where to?” “My favourite place is ‘…and a hard place’ has a funny little title but has a good size stage” Vinyl stifled a laugh at the title before they both hopped out of their bar stools holding onto the bar for stability “you too?” Mic stated rhetorically. Vinyl asked for the barmaid to put everything on her tab. Mic and Vinyl slumped out of the club Mic Clutching Vinyl’s shoulder Vinyl on Mic’s waist dependent on his body mass to keep her upright they made a strange sort of B-line for ‘…and a hard place’ and once they got to it they were greeted with a cheery smile resonating from their bouncer “Ahh Mic long time no see how’s Blindsided?”. “I couldn’t tell you man” replied the white, black and blue pony. The place reeked of what Mic called ‘the smell of hard work and entertainment’ but really it was of leather jackets, sweat and blood. “And this is my usual watering hole, Hey Beardo 2 stout glass’ of whisky for Vinyl and myself” he did as asked and slid across two glasses half full of applejack’s standard of which Mic started sipping immediately. He and Vinyl found a seat in one of the booths just opposite that bar and sat down, Vinyl sitting right next to him, Mic didn’t seem to mind or notice. “So what happens here? There’s just albums being played through the P.A system yet there’s a stage?” Vinyl couldn’t understand the reason before Mic started. “Yeah this is just the intermission before another band comes in, I think it’s Kataponia tonight” Mic and Vinyl took another sip of their rather metal beverage. “Speak of the devil” Vinyl said as she popped her head above the booth “what are they like?”. “Oh they’re really good, give them a chance” As they set up for their set Mic walked out the booth holding a drunken hand out to Vinyl who accepted it and they both hopped down to a lower floor where the spectators would stand to view their favourite bands preform, that’s when Mic noticed there were no electric guitars or basses, just acoustics. “Wait what? I thought you said this place was metal?”. Mic replied with surprise in his voice “yeah it is but this must be an acoustic night” they both looked at eachother and shrugged before picking a spot to stand. Kataponia hopped onstage as their singer announced “Hey guys we thought we would play tonight with acoustics as none of us are in the mood to swing our heads too much” Mic and Vinyl looked and smiled as the band played their first song called 'Lethean' before their singer announced the next song “Our next little diddy is called The Racing Heart, I want to see everybody slow dancing” Mic and Vinyl looked at each other nervously, knowing they would not be able to keep eachother standing however they looked past their better judgement and got into position to indeed, slow dance. As soon as the music started playing Mic seemed to keep himself steady, not enough to release him from the clutches of alcohol but steady none the less, Mic and Vinyl stood there slow dancing neither of them saying a word, two minutes of the song had passed and Vinyl took her chance she planted a kiss on Mic and at that moment their love sparked they were applauded by the surrounding fans and band. They parted their lips only for Vinyl to pull Mic out of the bar and towards Vinyl’s place. It was there that Mic took control. Vinyl opened the door, pulled him in but Mic pushed her against a wall gripping her hips as he pushed his mouth against her luscious, tender lips. Vinyl accepted the kiss returning it as she slid her wet, alcohol soaked tongue into his open mouth, running her fingers through his mane and moaning into their act of shared appreciation. He separated their heads only to ask “you pulled me here, I guess you have to pull me to a guest room or something?”. Vinyl recoiled and snarled “guest room!? No, my room” As the words left her saliva ridden mouth she pulled on Mic’s wrist, dragging him to her room. She pushed him onto her bed and commanded him “Stay there I’ll slip into something more comfortable” before Mic could object she was gone. Mic’s head wasn’t allowing him to stay conscious for the remainder of the night and so he passed out leaving Vinyl to sort him out. Basically stripping him of everything and sliding him into a better position which she didn’t mind at all it just meant she could get a full view of the stallion she was to have sex with in the morning.
I Like My Sex How I Like My Music...LOUD!“Hey Mic? Miiiic…? MIC!”. Mic snapped out of his daze “uh what? What? What happened?”. Vinyl posed a curious expression upon herself “you were just staring at the wall for the last 3 minutes”. “was I? I didn’t notice”. Vinyl stamped out the subject “Never mind, so how’s my sexy stallion? Feeling better?”. Mic’s face went scarlet; he never heard Vinyl talk about him like this although he never heard her talk to him at all “slightly better yeah” Vinyl pushed him down to her bed to which Mic smiled remembering that’s what she did last night. Vinyl then continued to straddle Mic’s muscular abdomen resting her flank on his crotch “good, you still owe me from last night”. Vinyl’s mouth turned to a deviant smile as she lent all her weight on Mic’s arms which were now positioned above his head. Vinyl then pulled a pair of handcuffs out from her pillow and clicked them onto Mic’s wrists pinning his hands to the top of the bed making him feel utterly helpless but he loved every second. Mic dared not say a word in fear of what his new master might do, Vinyl’s face was inches away from his “now you’re gonna be a good boy and not struggle against me right?”. Mic smiled devilishly “or what?”. Vinyl used her horn to levitate a roll of bondage tape in front of Mic’s face “the tape is to keep you quiet”. “Then I refuse” Mic stated quite firmly, Vinyl’s top eyelids dropped giving her a smouldering look the likes of which Mic’d never seen before she then pulled at the tape positioning it across Mic’s muzzle keeping his pleasure induced moans at bay. “This is where the fun begins” Vinyl said with distinct sultriness in her voice. Vinyl then proceeded to kiss down Mic’s neck, then chest, then abdomen all the way down to the top of his boxer shorts; Mic could feel Vinyl’s fingers slip under his underwear pulling them down ever so slightly to reveal a small portion of his already erect cock “ooh what do we have here” Mic’s eyes shut tight bracing himself for what might come, Vinyl licked ever so lightly under his head. “Mmph…” Mic’s muffled moans of pleasure could be heard from underneath the bright, sky-blue tape that covered his muzzle, she licked again but harder “MMph” she decided to stop teasing Mic and pulled off his underwear to reveal an unexpectedly large throbbing cock in front of her. “Wow Mic, you’re quite the colt…guess it’s the quiet ones I have to worry about” she leant down picking up Mic’s large appendage noticing herself that she was getting wet, stroking his cock up and down pressing her lips against it and occasionally wrapping her mouth around it. “MMMPH” his hips raised rapidly shoving his cock deep in her mouth and beyond into her throat, Vinyl gave a moan of surprise and pleasure causing her to release a small spout of her juices before she quickly decided to go with it and suck him off furiously. Pushing his hips down she wrapped her lips around his member running her tongue around his head whilst hers was bobbing quite vigorously. She released his cock from her soaking, warm mouth and proceeded to say “you enjoying this big boy?” Vinyl looked up to see Mic’s cheeks, Nose and even ears had turned red. This confirmed that he was well and truly turned on and ready for what she had in store for him, she unclicked her handcuffs from Mic’s wrists which was a huge mistake on her part. Before she knew it she was on her back gazing up at the stallion she thought she had trapped and helpless. Mic removed his makeshift silencer to reveal a devilish look to which Vinyl couldn’t help but enjoy. “You’ve done quite enough Miss. Scratch, now’s my turn” he bit her bottom lip kissing down her neck biting occasionally, he also removed her bra to fondle with her luscious breasts. “UHN oh buck…” she exhaled. Mic ventured further down, and further ‘till he reached her pants “wow Vinyl I haven’t done much and you’re already soaking” he licked at her drenched pants and tasted a hint of blueberry. He wanted more so he pulled off Vinyl’s pants and dove right in covering his muzzle in Vinyl’s ecstasy. “UHN OH LUNA!”. Mic removed his muzzle to make a sarcastic comment “I’m not Luna…”. “Shuddup”. Vinyl slammed Mic back into her soaking crotch causing her to jolt “uhn oh god…” Mic licked ever so tenderly at her dripping crotch and as he did so he felt Vinyl shiver in pleasure which pleased him in turn, he tried exploring, first upwards where he felt his nose touch something firm which made Vinyl scream unexpectedly as she grabbed his black and blue mane “UGH YES!” he licked around her clit teasing her till she begged to be released of the pleasure and torture combo. Mic complied as he savagely lapped at her sensitive nub making his mate convulse “YES! YES!” Mic let his animal instincts kick in as he slid his tongue around Vinyl’s crotch and eventually inside her “MIC I’M GONNA- AH!“ too late, she squirted her blueberry-flavoured juices all over Mic’s muzzle as he drank every drop not letting a single bit escape. “Well well Vinyl, are you satisfied?”. He was then pulled forward on top of the white mare that was now red with lust “no not in the slightest, now I know you can’t help but be polite so I’m asking you kindly to have sex with me and to fulfil my animal instincts” Vinyl snarled. “Sure” Mic calmly replied. Mic raised his hips to come level with hers at this point he had a full view of Vinyl’s naked body and by Luna was he enjoying what he saw making his cock even harder. He used his head to stroke up and down Vinyl’s soaking, well pleasured slit “Mic don’t tease me just buck me till I can’t walk and the neighbours know your name”. Mic chuckled “I think it’s a little late for that honey” Mic was getting comfortable with the mare he’d crushed on for months on end and could afford to call her filly names. “ugh just do it before I have to tie you down aga-uhn…” Mic slid his member into his companion slowly so not to injure her but from her pleased expression and sensual moaning that seemed to be the least of her worries. Mic slid back a few inches only to rut his hips forward forcefully to meet Vinyl’s picking up the pace ever so slightly “buck Mic, you know how to keep things romantic…but that’s not what I want” Vinyl quickly grappled him by his shoulder and threw him down onto his side, then onto his back “you ready to have your world rocked?” her eyes seemed to light up with lust piercing Mic’s very soul and igniting it so much he could not ignore his instincts and let go. “Go for it, wub my world” Vinyl raised and lowered her hips fast and furiously making her ass clap against Mic’s thighs her breasts pleasingly bouncing on her chest and upper abdomen only pushing Mic’s desire to pull her forward, fondle and suck them. “Buck Mic you’re bigger than I expected oh Luna I love it, ugh”. Mic was gritting his teeth trying to keep his onslaught of ecstasy at bay enough to speak sense “Vinyl, oh my you are amazing ugh buck me faster” she did as she was told and began to bounce on Mic faster but to do so she had to lean forward. Mic seized his chance as he began to kiss, lick and suck at Vinyl’s left nipple while massaging and playing with her other breast. “Ugh buck…” Vinyl moaned and accepted her stallion’s lustful gesture. She began to bounce on Mic harder making her blueberry themed juices coat his lap, balls and shaft thoroughly whilst his raging member slid and rubbed against her fleshy walls, pleasuring her to no end. Mic stopped fondling his mate’s breasts only to wrap his arms around her and throw her onto her back pinning Vinyl’s arms above her. “It’s only fair” Mic said with erotic venom in his voice she complied as her muzzle and a little bit of her ears went pink. Mic proceeded to rut his hips faster and harder than he had ever managed to before bringing both his and Vinyl’s orgasms closer to the present. “UHN BUCK MIC!” Mic lent down to kiss his companion with sweaty passion dancing his tongue around her mouth. Vinyl wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him further into the kiss before placing her hands on his shoulders and pushing him violently away. “What the…?” Mic enquired before he saw the now naked and sweaty Vinyl on all fours shoveing her hind quarters into Mic’s muzzle. “Shuddup and finish me” Mic could feel the heat and taste the flavours of his white and blue mare as he felt a familiar sensation in his groin. He looked left to find she was throat deep sucking with all she had. Mic refused to let her beat him and so started lapping his tender tongue around and inside Vinyl’s soaking groin stopping only to let out moans with a mixture of pleasure and lustful agony, Vinyl wasn’t doing that much better. Mic could feel the vibrations of loud, muffled moaning from his almost exhausted mate. Vinyl could feel the burning in her neather regions increasing tenfold, she knew she was to orgasm soon but refused to be beat still. Mic’s pleasure spiked as he slid his tongue harder into her hot, wet pussy lips. His thick, gooey, creamy sperm shot into Vinyl’s mouth and throat at the same time of which Vinyl drank like the shots she had the night before. She then slid her mouth off Mic’s throbbing limb with a pop and slumped on her bed beside Mic who was thoroughly coated in her lubricant but enjoying it. “I think...I beat you…to it Vinny” Mic panted. His companion unable to speak due to exhaustion, the chemicals and hormones that swirled about in her cranium. Mic took that as a yes and lay there, not moving, regaining his energy.
Suit Up!After several minutes had passed Mic heard the faint vibrations from the right side of the room, emanating from his jeans as well as a hidden glow. He lifted himself carefully so as to not wake Vinyl from her slumber, slid on his boxer shorts for the second time and stepped cautiously towards the source of the noise. He slid his phone out of the pocket and tapped the home button to reveal what the phone wanted to draw attention to. ‘Equestria Metal Awards Tuesday; 8:30PM at the Canterlot Entertainment Halls’ “Horse-apples…I completely forgot” he said to himself. Mic thought it best to leave some sort of message for Vinyl to find when she woke up so he grabbed what paper he could from behind the dubstep ponies bass cannons as well as a marker and scribed ‘I’ve left to get my suit for the awards on Tuesday, sorry I couldn’t be there for when you wake up’ after which he grabbed what clothes he had last night, stole a shower and flew still with soaking wet locks towards his cloud mansion at the top end of ponyville just before the apple family farm. Most of Mic’s money he’d earned from playing with Blindsided went into making the house as music themed as possible with guitars and bass’s round every corner each pair as different as the last. He’d positioned drum kits in his two improv recording rooms as well as one kit in his own room on the top floor for practice. He landed just in his doorway unlocking his door, striding up the stairs to his room wherein he stripped of his leather converse, socks, jeans, boxer shorts, hoodie and Wonderbolts tee and throwing them in the clouds where they’d get washed in the vapours. He shook off what moisture was left from the flight and began to dry it with what heat he could summon from the sun’s light, he then brushed it down, straightened it and parted it sideways to give a classier look for who he was to visit for his tailored suit “lookin’ good Mic, you suit classy” he said suavely looking in the mirror as he adjusted his collar. Mic strutted out of his house, smoothly locked the door and dropped onto the pavement before buying a rose as a thank you to Rarity who was to make his suit for him. Like all stallions after sex Mic felt cheery and generous, like nothing could bring him down, He strode his way down ponyville’s streets heading for The Carousel Boutique where the master of fabrics was at work. Mic pushed the door as the bell clanged his arrival “now who could that be I have no reservations for today?” said Rarity who was now making her way downstairs before seeing the gracious customer bowing towards the purple mane’d mare holding only a single rose at arms-length “For you Miss. Rarity” Mic said confidently “Oh Tenor Mic, you charmer” Rarity giggled and took the rose before positioning it in her contrasting purple locks “So what makes you visit my shop darling?” Rarity, now with a hand on her hip questioned Mic Mic stood up from and looked Rarity in the eye and started walking towards her oh so slowly before placing a finger beneath her chin and looking at her with intent to kiss her, Rarity was feeling rather uncomfortable by this and started blushing and sweating nervously “I just need a suit fitted” Mic said comically as he snapped quickly away from his little prank Rarity’s body went limp in relief “Oh phew I thought you had something else up your sleeve, you really had me there…oh but your suit of course, step this way darling” Rarity beckoned Mic to follow her upstairs to her work-room. What Mic saw upstairs was a veritable colour-fest from shades of red he’d never thought possible to the vibrant greens he couldn’t look at for being so bright “wow Miss.Rarity this is better than I-“ he cut himself off before revealing of his fantasies about the white unicorn “Better than you what darling?” “Nevermind just my mouth running where it shouldn’t…ooh this looks good” pointing at a dark grey fabric “How about this and…blue ribbon lining?” Rarity was surprised at his fashion sense, he knew what he liked and what was appropriate for a more formal event “Wow Mic I’d always thought you wanted ripped sleeves and jeans but it seems you have more of a mind for class as well” Rarity smiled “Grey and blue trim it is but I will need measurements so you will need to hang around till that’s done, you will have time won’t you?” “Certainly, I have nothing to do today so I can stay for measurements. So what do I have to do? Assume the position?” he said as he put his hands against the wall spreading his legs a little. Rarity giggled “No no darling not that position, just stand on this pedestal and I’ll get your leg measurements first” She pointed to a small pastel purple disk at the other side of the room. Mic hopped on and separated his legs to let Rarity kneel and wrap her measuring tape around his ankles, calves, knees and finally thighs. Mic couldn’t help but blush as Rarity got closer do his crotch but thankfully she didn’t have to measure that area “Alright darling, off with the shirt” Mic’s blushing only got worse “erm excuse me? Shirt…off?” “Indeed darling I work better if I don’t have clothes getting in the way as it could upset the measurements but I never asked you to remove your bottom half as I know nopony will for a stranger” Mic was a bit sceptical, retaining his red muzzle he asked “but why ask for my top half?” Rarity smiled and said “you have nothing to worry about I’ve had worse looking customers. Besides we’re both adults here are we not? Now off with it!” this was true and her arguments were hard to counter so he thought ‘if he must’ and stripped of his shirt “that’s better” Rarity’s muzzle also took on a light shade of pink. Rarity took a couple of steps forward and wrapped her arms around Mic’s waist, tightening her measuring implement, pulling him closer to her. Taking the measurements she continued “alright, raise your arms, I need a chest size” Mic did as he was told and raised his arms forming a T shape. Rarity slid her tape up and tightened it on his chest “33” she mumbled “now your arm dear” Mic lowered his arms as she took measurements of that too at the upper arm, forearm and wrist “all done darling, you may put on your shirt now…if you want” Rarity looked back giving him a sly wink that he loved. “Right so when should I expect the suit to arrive?” Mic enquired as he buttoned up the top buttons of his shirt Rarity replied with a hint of joy in her tone “Tomorrow dear, I’ll get to work on it immediately” Mic smiled and positioned the rose he’d bought for her in her hair and planted a kiss on her cheek “thanks Rarity you’re a joy to be friends with” he turned around and began to leave the boutique before taking a quick peek at the blushing owner.
