Chapters 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.
******
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.
******
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.
The Next Day
The warm sunshine of early morning bathes the bedroom with light. The sleeping DJ, curled up in her dark blue blanket, gradually wakes up, taking in a deep breath and sighing. She slowly inches her front end up, balancing on her hooves and stretches, letting her messy bedhead drop to the side of her face. She raises her bottom half and stretches that out too, still slightly aching from the previous afternoon's adventure. She slides off the bed, fixes the sheets, and heads to the bathroom to take a shower.
Sitting down at her breakfast nook after taking said shower, Vinyl opens up a week-old newspaper and snacks on a carrot, trying to get acquainted with recent events. Skimming past the various pages of municipal political crap, she finds an advertisement about a new store opening up in the town square. The ad goes as follows:
Looking for some spice for the bedroom? Tired of just your normal nights? Or just stressed and in need of a few products to help you relax?
We've got good news for you, reader!
Come to Burning Fires! We have everything you need to spice up your bedroom adventures.
Here, have an offer! Clipping this advertisement from your newspaper and showing it to one of our friendly checkout clerks will let you receive a buy one, get one free for lingerie, toys, or any combination of the two!
1938 Derbyshire Ct. Ponyville, EQ.
18+ only, thank you.
The advert was adorned with fire graphics and red love-hearts. Seeing this, Vinyl pulled a pair of scissors from the drawer and cut out the advertisement. She wasted no time in getting a few shopping bags ready and heading out of the door.
******
Within the hour, Vinyl stood in front of the store, which lies situated in between a bank and a law firm. The outside is painted a fiery red with blacked out windows plastered in posters advertising sales and deals within the store. The doors, also blacked out glass, stand firmly shut with a neon "We're Open" sign buzzing about on the door frame. The DJ sighs and walks into the store.
The inside is dimly lit comparatively to the outside. Ceiling mounted lampshades set to a lower setting of intensity light the shelves in between the walkways. The shelves along the walls and aisles held anything imaginable pertaining to sex; dildos, lingerie, whips, chains, handcuffs, blindfolds, masks, magazines, and other items of the such lined the shelves and are arranged in alphabetical order.
The store is sparsely populated, mostly by a few ponies here and there looking at the various merchandise. At the front desk, near the door, is a handsome sandy brown stallion flipping through some paperwork. His royal blue mane falls to his ears and behind him flutters a pair of wings. He lifts his head and looks at Vinyl, smiling.
"Welcome to Burning Fires. Let me know if you need anything, miss." He says to her in an Northeastern Equestrian accent and winks at her, continuing with his paperwork.
Butterflies form in Vinyl's tummy as she sashays past the checkout clerk, wanting him to watch her go past. She goes down a random aisle and looks back at the clerk, who quickly shifts his eyes back to his paperwork and off of Vinyl. The DJ bites her lower lip and sighs, looking down the shelves at the various pairs of leather, latex, and lace lingerie bits of lingerie.
"Black? No, too overdone. White? Nah, that'll blend in with my coat. How about red?" Vinyl mumbles to herself as she holds up a cherry red latex thong. The word "slut" is written on the back with sharp, white lettering.
She smiles and keeps it with her, turning to the other side of the aisle. This bit of shelves holds collars, masks, and leashes. After a few minutes of searching, she picks up a black leather dog collar adorned in spikes. Her heart flutters for a second, imagining herself wearing it while being penetrated. She keeps this with her as well.
The next aisle over, on both sides of shelves, are nothing but a vast collection of dildos including to different colors, shapes, sizes, and species. Scanning her eyes across the shelves, she comes across a sleek, silicone battery operated vibrator. The toy didn't resemble any species at all, only it was just a cylindrical, ribbed tube, about an inch and a half thick, with a rounded, phallic end. She picks that one up, too, heading over to the cash register.
She places the merchandise and the advertisement from the newspaper on the table before the cashier and smiles, blushing. The clerk pushes his paperwork aside, grinning, his light green eyes focused on the DJ.
"You're Vinyl Scratch, right?" He asks curiously, ringing up her items.
"Yeah, I am. I guess I'm not as recognizable without those dumb shades." She shrugs, still keeping an amiable disposition towards the handsome pegasus before her.
"Heh, seems like all the celebrities are going to Manehattan." He chuckles, placing her items in a plastic bag. "60 Bits."
"Well, not permanently, thank Celestia." Vinyl replies and pays him. "Honestly, I couldn't stand that place for more than a week before wanting to pull my hair out."
"It's good that you aren't abandoning Ponyville. Even though we aren't necessarily running out of celebrities, with the Elements of Harmony and all, we could still use a few good musicians as well." He replies, giving her the bag.
"Oh please, my songwriting is amateur at best. I mostly just do music for clubs and stuff, and those are all published artists." She blushes and pushes the plastic bag in her saddlebag, not wanting the rest of Ponyville to know what she's carrying home; she didn't care much about everypony watching her go into the store, but she doesn't want everypony to see what kind of kinky shit she's into.
"I'm sure you're great! You've got a good taste in music, industrial and that kind of stuff, you've got the aptitude, and you've got a cute voice, how the hell can you not be good at making music?" The cashier asks, smirking at Vinyl.
"You really think I have a cute voice?" Her tummy butterflies have doubled in quantity after he said that.
"Of course." He smiles.
Blushing, Vinyl fumbles around with her saddlebag. She pulls out a sticky note pad and a pen. Writing down a number on it, she gives the sticky note to the cashier.
"Ring me up sometime." She smiles back, face blushed to the bone.
"Thanks. Name's Zephyr." The pegasus simply said, astonished that she's given him her number.
"Zephyr...I like that name. Anyways, I gotta go." She bits her lower lip, smiling and blushing, then leaves, sashaying.
Now she's hoping with all her might that the checkout clerk is staring at her ass.
Vinyl slams the front door behind her and rushes up the stairs, to her bedroom. Eager to try out her new toys, she takes the tags off of them and brings them to the bathroom, bringing along the bottle of lube and the other fake cock from the suitcase beneath her bed. Running the dildo under some hot water, she looks into the mirror and giggles.
"I want you so bad..." She asks, giving the mirror her bedroom eyes, pretending that she's speaking with a certain sand brown pony.
"But I need to get ready, first." She blows a kiss to the mirror, biting her lower lip and taking the dildo out of the stream of water.
She lifts up the latex thong, examining it for any more tags. Then, she stretches it out and pushes her legs through it. The material flows smoothly over her coat. Once at the top of her ass, she lets the sides go, slapping the sides of her thighs with a quiet crack. She yelps slightly, then giggles, examining herself in the mirror. The thong covers everything up, her ass is puckered up from the inside, her balls are held higher than normal and are tightly pushed in place, and her sheath is only partially covered up, leaving her soon to be erect cock dangling out.
Vinyl then ties the dog collar around her neck, making sure to not make it too tight. It has a ring around the front meant for a leash. She looks in the mirror and realizes that something is missing; she then applies some neon blue lipstick, matching the color of her mane.
"What do you think, Zephy?" She returns to the bedroom eyes, blowing a kiss into the mirror one more time.
"You look like a slut." She imagines him saying.
"Ooh...sounds like I need to be punished." She bites her lower lip.
"You do. Play with yourself first, you little bitch." Imaginary Zephyr commands.
"Of course." She giggles and turns her plot to the mirror.
She slowly pulls down her thong until only her ass shows, then takes the newly bought vibrator and turns it on, listening to it whir. She bites her lower lip and applies some lube to the tip and then to the outside of her hole, letting the cool slickness turn her on even more. Vinyl sighs and places the tip of her new toy into her hole, only half an inch, to loosen her up. Her cock peters out from her thong, dangling downwards and already dripping precum.
"Is this good honey? Can I eat your cock now? Pleeeeaaaassee?" She asks the mirror, pushing the cock inside of her to a full inch, shivering as two of the half-inch ribs on the cock rub on her.
"Go ahead. I'm going to destroy your tight cunt soon, but you can service me if you choose, slave bitch." Her imaginary partner responds, smirking and lifting an eyebrow.
Feeling deliciously dirty, she nods and removes the fake cock from her ass. Turning around to face the mirror, she places the tip of the vibrator into her mouth, turning it off as it touches her tongue. Vinyl can feel each and every rib, inch, and drop of lube sliding on her soft tongue. Closing her eyes, she holds the cock in place with magic and moves her head forwards and backwards, pretending, still, that she's servicing somepony.
Vinyl had always had a soft spot for a Pet/Master relationship. She enjoyed the overwhelming filthiness of being forced into submission by a trusting, loving somepony through physical and psychological actions. She loved the idea of having her asspussy destroyed by a hard, throbbing cock as she moaned incessantly. Finally, she had always enjoyed the rush, the sense of and pleasure whenever there was something vibrating inside of her ass. She often had hardcore masturbation fantasies of being collared, leashed, gagged, and then being rutted by a twelve inch, thick cock like she were nothing but a fuck-toy to a hunky, handsome stallion.
The DJ releases her mouth's grip on the cock and places the tip of it on her ass once again, ready to fuck herself into imaginary submission.
"Beg for it." She imagined her partner saying.
"Fuck me, Zephy...I want your dick scraping against my insides...Make me your little bitch." She moaned, twisting the dildo like a knob slowly.
"You already are my little bitch, you whore..." Imaginary Zephyr muttered before hilting himself on the DJ.
Vinyl hilts the dildo into her hole, causing her to give a sharp cry of slight pain, as she didn't loosen herself up properly before ravaging her hole with the fake cock. She tries to ignore the slight pain and continues to pound her hole. She twists the collar's leash ring to the back of her neck, using magic to pull on it to simulate being fucked on a leash, one of her most beloved fantasies. Her not-so-large endowment peters from the thong and flops about, going in rhythm to her getting assfucked.
"Fuck me harder!" She cries, tugging on her collar more.
"You're going to have to beg harder than that, slut." Her imaginary partner growls, keeping his same rhythm.
"Breed me like the slutty mare I am! Pop my prostate like a cherry and tear my asshole to pieces! Please, I need your thick, hard cock so badly!" The DJ begged as sluttily as she possibly could, telling her deepest, darkest fantasies to her fantasy lover.
"Good enough..." Ethereal Zephyr shrugs, pounding her harder.
Vinyl picks up the rhythm, moving the dildo in and out so hard she's forced forwards with every thrust, moaning like a ghost. The inside of her colon is on fire, her prostate is about to burst from the sheer pleasure of the fantasy, and her cock is about to squirt seed all over the floor. She lifts up her forelegs and top of her torso onto the sink counter, staring into the mirror, practicing a slutty face for when she's getting fucked by a stallion for real.
Everything is purely blissful for her...
*Ring, Ring!* *Ring, Ring!* *Ring, Ring!*
Then the phone starts to ring.
Pulling the dildo from her hole, she pulls up her thong, lets go of her collar, and groans, assuming it was a manager's "unmissable" phone call about hiring her for a club. She achingly struts into her bedroom, her hole still ablaze with lust and warmth. She picks up the phone from the receiver on her bedside table and brings it to her ear...
"Hello?" She asks, trying to have some form of normal voice after brutally fucking herself with a dildo.
"Hey, Vinyl? It's Zephyr, I got off work early and I thought I'd ring you up." A familiar, sand brown pegasus's voice came in from the other side.
"Hey! How're you?" Her tone changed to one of being quite happy. She begins to walk into the bathroom.
"I'm very well off, actually. Sorry if the first call may be a little early, but there's nothing to do today, so I thought, why not?" Zephyr chuckled as Vinyl picked up her vibrator and turned it on, pulling down her panties all the way and letting the tip of the fake cock buzz about on her anus's soft flesh.
"It's all fine, I like getting calls from good looking guys like yourself." She giggles and blushes, feeling the warm silicone glide gently on her hole and taint.
"Oh, you're too cute yourself. Hey, you wanna try to get some dinner together some time?" Zephyr asks, obviously flattered by her comment about his physical appearance.
"I'd love to! How about tonight?" Vinyl happily asks, rubbing the vibrator in between her asscheeks with long, deliberate strokes.
"Tonight? Hmm...Sure. I don't think I have anything on schedule. Where at?" The pegasus asks, stunned that his date would ask to meet up that night.
"Uuuummm...I'm guessing that new place that opened up that serves food from Germareny. My friends have been there and said it's all very tasty." Vinyl thinks, pushing the fake cock in between her cheeks even harder now so that the ribs brush up against her hole.
"Sure, that sounds great! See you there at like...six o'clock?" Zephyr asks, happy.
"Yeah! I'll see you then." Vinyl replies, giddy and cheerful.
"Alright then! See you around." Zephyr hangs up.
Squealing in delight, Vinyl cleans off her fake cock and returns all of her toys to the suitcase; she's gotta go and pick out a dress...possibly one that's more revealing than most.
Author's Note
My apologies for the lateness of the chapter. Work and school are quite shite.
