“Ah, so you like what I’ve done with it? I’ve only had it so shiny since last week, but you
seem to be the first one noticing, or the first one brave enough to acknowledge.” Vinyl replies,
obvious glee in her voice that somepony actually gives a damn.

“Well it was not that hard to spot, the lights are reflecting against it.” you remark, a slight
hesitation as you don’t want to come off as a critic of her decision.

“Why don’t you touch them? I promise they are one of a kind!” she says, very enthusiastic.

She leans in to your stool, and lowers her head. You can see her red eyes just under the shiny
strands, and place your hoof onto them. They feel familiar, yet so alien you just want to twirl it
forever. It squeaks under the pressure of your hoof. If you weren’t looking, you could have sworn
she handed you a pool toy and left you to look like a proper fool. Yet, there you were, stroking
rubber hair.

“You... Are bald?” you ask, dumbfounded by this discovery.

“No dumbass! This is my hair, I just gave it a very special treatment—you might even say magical,” she says coyly, lowering her expensive glasses and giving you the eye.

You only nod in agreement, her gaze giving you all the best bad ideas a pony could have. You gulp, as fear strikes your mind. A quick swig of the Applejack cocktail and you pop the question.

“Mind if I walk you home? For safety, of course.” you say, making your best efforts to stay remote and unassuming.

Vinyl does try to contain her laughter, but after a few strong snorts, she begins to laugh at your
silly false righteousness.

”Let’s not kid ourselves here, pony. You want this flank, and I want whatever you got there.” she
points at your crotch, and you blush. She is not your everyday unicorn.

“Come here Casanova. Check!” she yells and throws some bits on the bar, only to yank you by your mane. You cry in pain and embarrassment as the other patrons laugh at your obvious discomfort.

After you escape the gaze of the club goers and walk into the park nearby, she lets go. “Sorry
about that. It’s just that ponies like the idea of a badass mare that is their DJ. Hard
to be anything but a dominant ass that way.” she apologizes, the first time for the whole night.

“It’s okay, I had worse.” you lie, but she seems sincere, and you are still very much
interested in her hair, and her in general.

“So... How did it feel, in your hoof?” she asks sheepishly.

“It felt really cool, both literal and metaphorical.” you reply, a bit of pride as you pulled out
such a nice comparison.

She snorts in response, enjoying your little play on words. She closes in and gives you little kiss
on the cheek. It felt nice, and you are hoping for more, both in amount and placement.

“So... What do you know about latex?” she asks with a very suspicious accent on the latex part.

“Well, I know some ponies like to dress in it. Never had a chance, but I do like the look!” you
reply, eager to see where Vinyl would take such a response.

“I may be able to help you in that department.” she says coyly, only to mumble “a lot” afterwards.

Soon enough you arrive at your destination. A small house, with what seemed was one floor for the bedroom and one living area at the bottom. Not exactly the superstar mansion you envisioned, but you are here for Vinyl, and not DJ-PON3.

“After you.” she says, and opens the door of her home. You quickly run inside, only for her hoof to trip you and you fall on your snout.

It takes a bit to regain composure, and to be fair, she does help you to your feet. You smile
gingerly, and she responds in kind, only to close the door behind you. The inside of the home looks very pristine, much to your bewilderment. You hate to be rude, but you expected a very messy room. Instead, you got cleanliness that could rival Twilight’s organizational qualities. Everything was shiny and new, and... Squeaking?

“What is going on Vinyl?” you inquire your date, and she only smiles again.

“Oh I see you noticed. My house is decorated a bit differently than the average pony. See?” she
said, and bucked the table, only for it to bounce off the wall and back.

“Rubber?” you only mutter, you mind unable to comprehend how and more importantly, why would
anypony do such a ridiculous and expensive thing.

“Clever pony. Now then, how about I show you the joys of this wonderful material?” she says, her
ass swaying up the stairs and into the private quarters.

This triggers something primal in you, and you respond by jumping up the stairs. The upper floor
consists of two bedrooms and a bathroom. You notice your date’s plump behind entering the bathroom, and you respond in kind. Vinyl makes haste and enters her very posh shower, her hoof inviting you in.

“Come here and take a bath with little ol’ Vinyl. I promise I won’t bite much.” she teases you and
opens the stream of mild water above her blue glistening hair.

You jump in, eager to take Vinyl right there and now. You begin by kissing her neck a few times,
enjoying her scent of blueberry. Slowly but surely you make your way downward, and she gasps in response. Her firm body giving your more incentive, you plunge your snout deep in her welcoming marehood. Lick after lick bring her closer to the edge, and the feeling of control is intoxicating. You want her to come, want her to see how amazing you are as a lover, to make her scream your name in admiration and devotion. Sensing that she is close, you open your eyes up, to see her guilty face. What you see however, makes your freeze in shock.

The mare you are assaulting with your tongue is now devoid of fur, or at least it seems like it.
She is still white with blue hair, but the water on her seems like that of rain on a carnival
balloon. You touch her thighs with your hoof, and confirm the impossible. Vinyl Scratch is a rubber pony. The idea alone gives you shivers, both that of fear, and sexual curiosity. She notices the lack of effort on your part, and opens her rubber eyes. A coy smile makes the fear in you grow, but before you can slide back, she pulls you in with unreal strength, placing your muzzle right back in the thick of things.

“Drink, drink my seed and be my toy!” she commands, as her liquid rubber cum shoots right into
your gaping mouth. It’s sweet, it’s addicting. You want more, you demand more.

“Yes, you will get more, now keep licking.” she responds to your cries for more sticky nourishment, and the stream continues, blocking your mind of any coherent ideas besides sex.

You feel a tingle in your limbs, and a quickly glance confirms what you already know in your heart. The tips of you hooves begin to glisten just like your captor’s. It is inevitable, your life as a
furry pony is drawing to a spectacular end. The only thing to do is to go out swinging. You bite
Vinyl’s clit, and she pulls your now stretchy ears in response. She wants more, you want more, and the wicked cycle of your demise is taking shape. Each drop of cum you ingest shines you more, and each nibble of her folds urges her to make more of the delicious drug you so desperately want.

This wicked game ends in a crescendo of moans as Vinyl collapses onto you, your squeaky bodies making wonderful music under the stream in the foggy bathroom. Only after a few sacred minutes of peace and afterglow do you say something, licking your new rubber tongue all the way.

“So... What now?” you ask, truly lost in the moment, and after this in life in general.

“Well, we can have more sex until we pass out, and then you get to choose.” she says, hugging you in the shower.

“Of changing back?” you ask with hope.

“Hah, no. This is permanent. I meant if you move in here, or I move in with you.” she explains as
you face the reality you deep inside knew was now your life.

“Do I have to shine the house?” you ask sarcasticly.

“No silly, that just happens while we are in shiny mode! Things go rubber!” she responds as you two exit the steamy bathroom.

A mirror catches your eye as you go to her room. You look good, you look exotic and powerful. The glow gives you a surreal aura, and it feels like this was meant to be. A smile covers your face, a rare sincere one for a very long time.

“Say Vinyl, is this thing contagious?” you ask your new marefriend, eager to know more
about this new rubber existence.

Author's Note

The End

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Guest Chapter By Bass Canon