All Alone

With a loud, harsh slam, Vinyl Scratch huffs and closes the front door to her townhouse, dropping her saddlebag of belongings to the floor lethargically and groaning in relief. She's finally home. She walks disinterestedly to the kitchen, left of the front door, and turns on the light. The familiar, shiny, linoleum food prep area lies before her, waiting to be returned to use again.

The sharp, chilly air of her home brings back some form of relaxation to the busy DJ as she takes a deep breath through her nose, getting the scent of home back in her lungs. She takes off her signature purple glasses and sets them down on a nearby drawer stand, despising the fact that she has to wear those ridiculous shades as her "get up" to make her stand out of the crowd of edgy DJ wannabes.

For the past two weeks, the busy streets, loud music, and light pollution of Manehattan made up her world as she migrated between her hotel room and one of the local clubs that had hired her for a night. The loud thumping and intense atmosphere of an industrial music club was the only thing she knew of each night, tying her hardest to give her audience...her fans...her paycheck, a good show. Switching vinyl records on the fly and hamming up her "performance", which normally was dancing along with the crowd, was the only job she had, so how could it be stressful?

Well, try working with snobby club managers, drunk assholes shouting all over the place, and reversing one's circadian rhythm completely to opposite just so the threat of dropping to stone cold sleep doesn't loom and threaten over doing the job. Her entire career of being a DJ sounded like it would be a blast at first; going out to clubs at night, getting boozed up, playing some kickass music, that sounds great! However, she wasn't allowed to booze it up, the tracks got repetitive really quickly, and losing sleep for a paycheck got old, almost instantaneously.

Vinyl sighed and opened the fridge, pulling out an apple and checking the expiration date on the sticker; it expires tomorrow. Taking a bite of the cold, crisp fruit, she walks from the kitchen to her living room, flicking on a light switch and opening the curtains. The light breathes warmth and heat into the previously stagnant room as Vinyl puts on a nearby record player. The sound of classical music pours from the loudspeakers standing against the wall, filling Vinyl's ears with a peaceful, calm, bliss that she's needed for about a week now. The taste of the apple explodes on her tongue, sending shockwaves of vitamin C and flavor to her brain. Thankful for the (kinda)-fresh fruit and the air conditioned string quartets, she lowers her front half, stretching it downwards as her plot rises in the air.

She giggles, finishing her apple and placing it in a nearby trash can. She's gonna have some fun since nopony's around. Why not? She deserves a bit of a cathartic release, doesn't she?

Trotting up the stairs leading from the living room, she grabs her saddlebags and grins gleefully, biting her lower lip. As she rounds the corner at the top of the stairs, she enters her bedroom. Flicking the light switch reveals the same room she left two weeks ago; a double bed with dark blue sheets, white painted walls, dark grey curtains, bookshelves containing books and vinyl discs, a closet, and music posters adorning the walls. Basically, your average 23 year old mare's room. Dropping the saddlebags in front of the closet and opening them up, she dumps the contents onto her dresser, ready to be shelved, folded, or put away until after the destressing Vinyl needs.

However, there's a difference between the average room like this and Vinyl's. Vinyl bends over and moves the cool, stagnant sheets from one side of her bed. She finds a neatly closed, worn suitcase under her bed. Sliding the suitcase and placing it on top of her sheets, memories of her previous endeavors with the contents of the suitcase bring her a rush of chills and pleasure. She rubs the edges of the cold, leather-bound suitcase and opens the travel bag, eyeing the contents on the inside.

Within, there lies a silicon vibrator, colored black and shaped like a realistic stallionhood which holds the motor and power switch right on the balls. There is also a cherry red ball gag bound by a worn, leather strap which resides within the suitcase as well. Finally, a bottle of lube, just for ease of entry. Vinyl squees excitedly and giggles, happy to be playing again.

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Vinyl differs from most mares when it comes to the goods, though. She wasn't a mare when she was born. However, as the years went on, she felt as though her male body was not really meant for her. So, as a true show of love to their daughter, her parents allowed her to go through a gender reassignment spell for her sixteenth birthday present. On the day of her reassignment, however, the unicorn doctor preforming the spell miscalculated something in his mind and the spell went slightly awry, changing everything about her body...except for her genitals.

She was initially let down, then depressed, then she embraced her new body as something unique and fresh. She was let down and depressed due to the fact that she could never experience having a vagina, or the love she'd find in having a foal to call her own. However, with her new feminine form, she embraced the fact that she was now a mare...with some extra equipment. She was content of having her two X chromosomes, despite having a dick.

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Opening the box, looking at her toys once again, makes her aroused. Her endowment peters out of the sheath, throbbing and growing larger by the second. She giggles and picks up the lube bottle and vibrator with magic. She hops up onto the bed, placing the suitcase to the floor and raising her plot into the air, moving her tail to the side. She pries open the lube bottle and applies it gently to the vibrator, making sure to get it from tip to hilt. Vinyl then lets some drip onto her pursed anus; the cool, slick gel makes her gasp with excitement and smile. Her cock is now at full length, throbbing incessantly as the tip touches the bed sheets.

She turns on the vibrator and listens to it hum, the familiar, arousing noise causes her ass to clench out of lust and her cock to start dripping. The DJ pulls the gag from the suitcase and ties it around her face, blushing. Vinyl gingerly lowers the tip of the fake dick onto her hole, letting it buzz about on her flesh. She quickly takes in a breath, then begins inserting it.

Vinyl moans into the gag as she tries to relax her anus. The cool, wet surface of the vibrator going into her drives her wild as she makes it to a fifth of the way in. The DJ takes in a deep breath and moans lustily into the gag, mentally picturing a big, strong Stallion hunk overpowering her and having his way with her. She keeps holding onto the mental image as her cock twitches, longing to be touched. Vinyl gradually pushes the toy deeper into her tight asshole, stretching herself out slowly and sluttily. The gag holds back another moan of longing as a line of drool falls onto the bed sheets. Her body is covered, horn to hoof, in sweat, which makes her ass cheeks glisten in the overhead light from above, begging, dying to be groped and manipulated.

The DJ takes in a deep breath, then pushes the fake, vibrating dick into her ass towards the halfway mark. She groans and cries, filling the room with her wanting, slutty moans. She imagines the hunky stallion above her plot, prodding at her prostate, toying with her.

"I bet you want it, you little whore." She imagined him saying to her in a Trottingham accent.

She gave him an "mhm", groaned lustfully, and spread her legs a bit.

"You're such a little slut." Her imaginary partner chuckled as he began thrusting in her mind.

Vinyl took in some air and then slowly hilted the vibrator into her hole. She almost screamed in pleasure, but she thought she would disturb her neighbors; so she buried her face into the bed and groaned. The hilted vibrator buzzing away at her g-spot gives Vinyl an immense, beautiful pleasure that she hasn't felt in two long weeks. She moans harder and spreads her legs a little bit wider, letting the vibrator do its job. She doesn't even touch her throbbing, aching cock; she only wants to experience being penetrated like the little slut she is.

The DJ shakes her ass a bit and then grabs the vibrator with magic. She slowly inches the toy out of her hole, stopping at the halfway mark. She takes the plunge, hilting it again, groaning all the while as the gag holds back an ocean of lusty drool. She pumps the fake cock in, then out. In, then out. In, then out. Vinyl works up the process of fucking herself with her favorite toy as she moans like a little slut all the while, getting her g-spot all nice and satisfied. The balls of the toy thwack against her taint, giving her an extra feeling of pleasure above her tingling balls.

"Fuck me!" She moans out loud, turning her head around and pretending that a stallion is there."Fuck my tight little pussy! I want your cum inside of me so bad!"

"God, you're so fucking tight." Vinyl images the Trottingham stallion over her chuckling and ramping up his rhythm.

At this point, her penis has leaked a small puddle of precum onto the bedsheets as she completely disregards her cock's raging fire to focus on her prostate, which is burning up at greater intensity. She fucks herself harder, moving her torso forwards and backwards on her own accord just so she can emulate having her tight, hot asspussy scraped to pieces by a hunky stallion's raging cock.

She's getting ready to orgasm. Several hardened thrusts later, she screams into the gag, letting herself be overtaken by the rare and exceptionally beautiful anal orgasm. Before the orgasm, she raises her ass into the air a little more, trying to at least act like she was being pumped with a dong. Her cock, finally wracked with sensations, spews strands of hot, sticky cum onto the bed. Vinyl seizes and shudders as the orgasms overtake her into a singular, amazing moment...

Then, they fade away. She sighs and removes her ball gag and vibrator, placing them next to her on the bed. Now what to do with the cum? She imagines the hunky Trottingham stallion again:

"Eat that spunk like a good little girl."

She moves her whole body, wracked with aching satisfaction towards the cum stains on the bed. Vinyl lowers her head onto the bed and begins to lap up her warm, sticky cum, letting it sit in her mouth and pretending it's her imaginary partner's seed, pretending the flavor wasn't her own. She swallows up as much as she can before sighing and then getting off of the bed; her hole aches with satisfaction as she brings her gag and vibrator to the bathroom to clean them off.

Vinyl breathes hot, heavy breaths as she peers into the mirror as she cleans off her toys. Her normally ghost white face is blushed nearly to the bone. Her soft, red irises show a deeper, lustful undertone towards the mirror. She smiles and dries off her toys. Bringing the vibrator back up to her face, she takes a long, deep lick from the base to the tip of the toy once more, then giggles. Returning the toys back to the suitcase, then the suitcase to the underside of the bed, she sashays achingly down the stairs, pretending that a group of stallions were watching her as she walked by them.

"I need to do this again sometime soon." She said to herself as she went to the fridge to get another apple.