The avalanche of bass as you walk inside is already enough to make your ear-drums throb. You can feel the floor vibrating as you walk inside the oddly lit room, alternating between black and flashes of neon brightness. You enjoy fun as much as the next pony, but the ones in here seem to thrive on it, seeking out excitement and stimulation like a drug. Or, sometimes with the aid of drugs.
You blink to clear your eyes from the flickers of flashing strobe lights and make your way inside the club proper. The floor feels sticky underneath your hooves; you’d rather not imagine from what. As you reach the admission counter, a pink pegasus with a purple and green striped mane grins at you from behind her necklace of multicoloured glowsticks. The cloth covered table is covered with half-empty water bottles and a compartment of change in the center. The pegasus doesn’t say anything, but simply grins. You wonder if she’ll be able to hear you over the music.
“So, how much, then?” you ask, speaking at an uncomfortable high volume to force your voice through the constant thumping bass drums. The pegasus blinks at you, and tilts her head to the side, still grinning.
“It’s by donation, man. Just, give whatever, you know?”
O-kay. It’s becoming more apparent by the minute that this kind of place isn’t somewhere you’re familiar with – but you shrug and empty a hoof-full of bits onto the counter, which the pegasus smiles at and eventually scoops into her cash box. She takes longer than you think is necessary collecting the bright yellow band from below the counter and slapping it onto your foreleg as you hold it out. It takes a couple tries for her to finally wrap the band around, and it occurs that maybe the pegasus isn’t entirely ‘with it’ at the moment. Still, that’s all you need to get in, and you nod a thanks, making your way onto the club floor. The neon reflective material of your admission pass glows against the mix of flashing lights and intermittent darkness.
The difference in volume Is incredible, even just from the entrance room several feet away. Where the constant thump of bass was audible as it rippled through the air like a wave, now you can feel it in your bones. The floor shakes with every pulse. You can see how the ponies find the rhythm - it's almost impossible to miss it. You already feel like shaking from side to side.
The dance floor proper is packed with bodies. You hit the edge of the throbbing crowd and try to push your way through. It's not that there's no room - more that the ponies dancing don't seem to have any awareness of anything more than five inches outside of their periphery vision. You manage to squeeze between several gaps with the aid of a couple taps on the shoulder, and eventually find yourself somewhere in the chaotic maelstrom of gyrating bodies. The music is almost deafening. On top of the constant thump of drums and cutting hi-hat, a low throbbing bass-line layers the air like a blanket, wobbling and vibrating in a pitch so low it makes the floor vibrate.
You shut your eyes and let the wub-wub wash over you for a second. It's... alright. But you don't see the appeal. Frankly, you're wondering why you came here in the first place. Being surrounded by a herd of sweaty ponies under the influence of mind-altering substances while your ear drums are blown out by wobble-bass is not your idea of a good time. Mercifully, the song seems to be winding to an end. You breathe a sigh of relief as the pounding drums and cascade of dub cuts off abruptly, fading out in a series of timed record scratches. Apparently this is a live performance, or at least partly so. You strain your neck upwards over the crowd to get a glimpse of the DJ in charge of the crowd's wub-wub delivery.
Ah. Now you remember why you came here.
The spike of blue hair overtop the array of turn-tables is familiar. Along with the violet shades and giant grin, you recognize the face. Ponyville's DJ all star, one miss Vinyl Scratch. You've met in the past. You've 'met' once or twice. And something very recent put her face back in your mind, which is exactly what brought you down to a technicoloured rave you can't imagine yourself enjoying under normal circumstance.
The crowd is cheering loudly as Scratch gives a wave over top her equipment. They're looking towards the stage, bobbing and waiting for the next firing of the sonic weapon that constitutes the array of loudspeakers around the room. They're looking at her, but they're not focused. You are, and you're very vividly cementing the reason for your visit in mind. Even at a distance, through a crowd of oscillating bodies, you can feel her energy. The smile on her face says she hasn't got a care in the world, and the way her body looks as she leans over the stage to touch the hooves of the crowd reaching up to her platform is almost unbelievable. You can see a soft sheen of sweat on her white fur from the blinking lights overhead - the way her coat stands out against the intermittent blacklight flares gives you a chance to get a good look. Her body is slender but still well formed, with lithe limbs but a well defined frame, and eyes you remember from a glimpse behind her shades. As she pulls herself back from her brief visit to the adoring throng of ponies waiting to dance, you notice one part of her body in particular - you don't remember her ass being so curved and shapely. It's enough to get your legs moving in the direction of your booth, a task you're glad you start before the hiss of a melody line kicks in over the speakers, prompting the crowd to cheer again and start their preliminary bouncing. The drums pound over the PA shortly thereafter, and you're only half-way to the stage before the volume drops low and then bursts into life, drowning you in sound.
The second half of the trek is a struggle, but you manage to make it to the stairs at the side of the stage. The DJ booth is on an elevated platform, and the steps leading up are barred with a neon purple rope hanging at the bottom. The area is relatively un-crowded in comparison to the rest of the club, save for a small contingent of two more serious looking ponies at the top of the stairs. One of them, a grey pegasus with dark orange hair and a glowing necklace, gives you a raised eyebrow as you tap the cut-off rope experimentally. She hops down the stairs with a flutter of her wings, and yells at you through the haze of 'unts-unts'.
"Can I help you with something?" Her voice is cautious, though still tinted very slightly with the detached air that everyone here seems to possess.
"Yes, actually. I'm looking to speak to Vinyl?"
"You mean DJ P0n-3?"
You can hear the letters in the way she pronounces it. You try your best to hide your cringe.
"Um, I guess? We're..." Friends? Occasional fuck-buddies? "... I know her. I just wanted to say hello?"
"She's kind of in the middle of a set right now-"
The other pony, a unicorn with a light blue coat leans next to the pegasus's ear and whispers something you can't hear through the music. Well, whispering in this case a volume slightly above a low roar, but still not loud enough to make it past the constantly cascading bass and drums from every speaker. The pegasus turns her head towards the stage after the unicorn passes along her message, and you look in the same direction. Scratch is leaning back from her turntables, waving at you with her trademark beaming grin. Apparently she remembers you too.
You make your way up the steps cautiously, feeling them shake underneath you with every thud that echoes through the rest of the club. The pegasus looks a tad put out as she lowers the neon rope behind you, but you're not particularly interested in her reaction. Right now, the focus is on the unicorn with shimmering blue highlights smiling at you in the center of the stage. It didn't occur to you that you'd have to walk up on a dais in front of a crowd of raving ponies. But, as you walk up behind Scratch, who's back to facing her equipment, you realize there's no need to worry; the crowd is far too absorbed in their own movement and the immersion of the music to pay any attention to what's going on at the stage.
As the beats continue to pour out of the club's speakers, cut up with the occasional record scratch or extra sample, you take a second to admire the pony that brought you here indirectly. You run your eyes up Scratch's body starting from the ground up, and do a double take when you get to her haunches.
Maybe it's the angle, or the way the flares of blacklight are causing her coat to glow, but Scratch's ass looks AMAZING. What's more, she's wearing something on it, and by virtue of that she looks even dirtier than if she was completely naked, which is pretty much the norm regardless of location. She has a thin red thong stretched between her cheeks, which is only accentuating how incredibly smooth and round her ass looks from behind. Other words come to mind. 'Fuckable' jumps to the forefront. You remembered admiring the view from behind the last time you met, but this view is... something else. The other parts of her you recall appreciating, namely the way her body was so slender and her eyes twinkled when you were... that was all wonderful, probably what drew you here in the first place. Seeing a completely different attraction in front of you is like getting a treasure chest for your birthday.
Maybe it was the circumstance of the last time you saw her that distracted you from what you're now intensely convinced is a spectacular backside. The thought is worrying that - given that, and your now sudden fixation with the view of her butt bobbing up and down with the beat, you're starting to get a little worried about developing some kind of reputation. Still, you treat yourself to the display for a few minutes longer, trying to take in the other facets of Scratch's slightly boyish but still intoxicatingly feminine body. You keep coming back to her ass though. It's a struggle not to just rip that pair of underwear off with your teeth and mount her right there. Eventually, as the end of the song comes, she spins another track onto the turntable and turns around to greet you properly. You try to avert your eyes before she turns. The way she's always grinning, you can't tell if she noticed.
"What brings you here?" she yells over the five layers of melody screaming through the air. "I didn't think this was really your scene."
Your normal soft-spoken nature isn't really at your favour here. It's hard to be soft ANYTHING around her, and the music is making the speaking part more difficult as well. You ponder for a minute before deciding on what you think is the most diplomatic introduction.
"I heard you were playing tonight and I thought I'd stop by - I had a lot of fun the last time we hung out." That was certainly a diplomatic word choice, at least. Scratch smiles at you.
"Is that so? You know I play here every week, and I've never seen you come by before."
"Something told me you'd appreciate the visit." You match her smile, and she laughs, the chuckle fading into the wave of trance and steady drum beat.
Scratch takes a minute to adjust her shades, eventually levitating them off her head with a small burst of magic that glows neon blue from her horn. Despite the fact that you're not normally the type to get nervous around the opposite sex, you feel yourself sweating a little extra as her eyes come into view. Brilliant striking red that glows in the relative darkness. You don't know why she hides them so often. They match her outfit, after all.
She steps closer to you, walking from the electronic equipment at center stage and nudging in the chest with one of her hooves, prompting you to back up behind one of the speakers at the side of the elevated platform.
"And what made you think that, huh?" Her voice cracks slightly, a by-product of the volume necessary to be heard amidst the music. You mentally add it to your list of reasons to pay her another visit in the future.
Being coy and modest is one thing, but Scratch was never really the type to appreciate beating around the bush.
You grab her with both of your hooves and drag the front half of her body behind the speaker, out of the view of the crowd, before you kiss her. she seems surprised, but relaxes immediately as your lips lock together, closing her bright red eyes and moaning softly into your mouth. You can't hear it, but you can feel the response, and the way her body goes from tense to soft in your hooves is the best indication that she's more than happy to see you. Her kiss is a little rough, feeling almost inexperienced, but her enthusiasm more than makes up for it. She opens her mouth wider for your tongue as the kiss goes on. With your eyes closed, the complete darkness blends well with the music for the first time of the night, and the way your bodies vibrate with the bass in unison makes everything feel... more. More intimate. Stronger. Hotter.
You eventually break the kiss, pulling back with a sly grin. Vinyl's mouth moves for a half-second after, and she wipes her lips off with the back of her foreleg, looking embarrassed. She's always so confident, seeing her even just a little bit bashful sends an extra kick to the part of your brain controlling your hormones. It almost seems like a good idea to pull her behind the speaker and rut her right here.
Scratch smiles at you coyly for a minute. Before you have time to think about what might or might not happen next feet away from the crowd of fans listening to her set, her eyes go wide, like a light bulb is suddenly turning on in her head, and she darts away from the speaker back to her equipment. You've barely been paying attention to the music, but you realize upon listening that all but one of the pieces playing in sync have faded away, probably meaning the song is about to end entirely. You can see Scratch grabbing a new plate to spin, and adjusting several of the dials and knobs on the vast board of confusing circuitry in front of her. The way the in-tune members of the crowd roar as Scratch bobs her head and lines up the next set of synths and bass drums is sort of intoxicating. You can feel the energy flowing through you from a distance. Scratch has her eyes closed, and she's holding a pair of headphones to one ear, rocking her body back and forth with the beat of the music. The way she looks lost to the world, her entire body taken over by the flow of the music is sort of inspiring. It's also giving you some ideas.
You duck low to the ground, keeping your head below the height of the turntables as you crawl out to the center of the platform, right behind Scratch. She's on all fours, one of her forelegs raised to hold her headphones. You take a minute to admire the view of her ass bouncing up and down, red thong still aglow in the mixtures of light. Waiting might not be an option here... but, if you're going to go at it right here, you might need to do some convincing, at least. From your spot near the floor, you tap one of Scratch's hind legs. She doesn’t' seem to notice you, and you give her several more nudges before she finally turns her head, blinking like she's waking up from a dream. Her shades are resting on her bright blue mane, and her eyes widen as she notices where you're poking her from. You gesture with one of your hooves, pointing upwards. She blinks back at you, confused. You gesture with both hooves this time, pointing upward. You arch your body a little, trying to convey the message a little better. Stand. Up. After a couple seconds, she nods, finally understanding. She still seems a little out of it - you wonder if she's in the same state of mind as everyone else you've run into tonight.
Scratch pulls herself onto her hind legs and leans on her mixing equipment for a moment before giving a wave to the crowd. The few of them looking up at the stage give a cheer that you can barely hear over the noise of the music. You're not paying attention to the crowd right now, or the music. Vinyl's body is less than a foot away from you, and most importantly, her tight red thong is swaying the movement of her amazing backside, all within arm's reach. You allow yourself a small smirk before crawling closer to the unicorn's hind legs.
She twitches only slightly when you rest your hoof on one of her legs, tracing it up and down her fur. Gentle doesn't seem appropriate given the pounding intensity of every other sensation, so your movements are firm, almost rough. Vinyl doesn't move, aside from her constant sway back and forth to the rhythm of the drums. You take this as a challenge - but not a big one, given your talent for distraction. There's something you want to distract yourself with first though.
Abandoning any pretense of subtlety, you guide both your hooves up Vinyl's legs and plan them firmly on her butt. The feeling is exactly what you expected, even better maybe. Perfectly firm, taut, and squeezable. You do just that, caressing her cheeks shamelessly as she bounces them inches away from your face. Her thong sways back and forth, teasing you as you grind your hooves into her skin, savouring every second of the supple behind against your touch. You notice after a while of what you intended to be an entirely selfish act, that Vinyl Scratch is moving a little off-beat now - You feel the pressure of her body pressed back into you as you continue kneading her ass. You smile to yourself. A good sign.
You let yourself enjoy Scratch's ass for another minute before moving on to your original plan. Leaning forward, you grab the thin fabric of Scratch's red underwear between your teeth. The feeling of having your face pressed in between her cheeks is almost enough to make you feel like you're as high as everyone you've run into, but you can't lose sight of the prize. You swear you feel a gasp go through Scratch's body as you pull the thong to the side, sliding it over one side of her body and pressing your nose back against her skin again. You rub yourself against her again before sliding your nose lower, between her legs. The smell of her obvious arousal is a nice change from the scent of powdered sugar and neon plastic. Your face is instantly wet, just from a brief touch, and you slide your tongue out, licking playfully at the source of Vinyl's wetness. You know you felt a gasp that time, along with a noticeable shiver along her legs.
Despite your earlier approach, you start gently, licking between Scratch's lips and coating your tongue with her wetness. As you slide along the length of her slit, you feel another shudder, and amuse yourself with the thought of Scratch's face, struggling to stay composed while you touch her out of sight; it's part of what makes it so fun. As an accompanying though, you give a quick jab of your tongue against her exposed clit, and have to hold back a laugh as you feel her jump. You return your attention to her lower area, running your tongue up and down and occasionally sliding it inward, licking an inch or two inside before teasing her along the outside of her hole. Her lips are amazing, thicker than you're used to, in stark contrast to her diminutive frame. As you plunge your tongue in again, you take them in your mouth, sucking lightly as Scratch shivers against your touch. The taste of her juices in your mouth is having a very noticeable effect, but you're not about to mount her in the middle of the stage... you don't think, anyway.
After a minute of enjoying Vinyl's pussy, you decide to make her jump again, and withdraw your tongue, sliding it up her lips and pressing down hard on the engorged button just above her hole. Her hooves dig into the wood underneath her as you trace circles around her clit, sweeping your tongue across the nub in quick, light motions. Her hips are moving forward to meet your tongue. It doesn't seem like it would be that hard to get her to cum, just like this, grinding on your face in front of an entire crowd of dancers... but that would be ruining the fun. After a long drawn out slathering of your tongue pressed flat against her clit, you withdraw your face, and remove yourself from between the DJ's legs entirely. You still can't hear anything over the music, but you want to tell yourself she made a disappointed groan as you stopped. The music is almost fading out again, down to just a bass line.
You right yourself behind the speaker again and look at Scratch, still standing on her hind legs behind her mixing equipment. You can't get a glimpse of her face at this angle. You see her horn glow, and she levitates another record out of a crate by her feet, throwing it onto the turntable and adjusting some more dials. The drums pick up almost immediately, the last song fading out into another beat, which accelerates gradually. The new melodies blare into your ears after a moment, and you smile as Scratch turns to you, walking away from center stage. You notice her shades are back on. She lifts them up as she wraps one of her forelegs around you, pulling your face to hers. Her eyes are beaming, and you can see an intensity burning in them that you saw only spark of at first. With her other leg, she grabs one of your hooves, and presses something into it; a small pill with a colour you can't make out.
"Take this and follow me," she whispers into your ear - only a whisper in as much as you're the only one to hear it. She still has to yell to be heard over the music.
You nod and swallow the pill dry, and let Scratch lead you down the stairs and away from the stage. The pegasus by the divider gives you a look, and you grin back at her as Scratch drags you away almost faster than you can move.
"You fucker!" Scratch's voice echoes in the empty bathroom before she presses her mouth onto yours, following you as she shoves you backwards into an open stall. You try to keep your balance as she moans hungrily into your mouth, swirling her tongue around and slathering your lips in saliva. She pulls back, panting, and closes the door with a nudge from one of her hind legs. "I didn't remember you being such a tease last time."
"When the occasion calls for it."
Scratch smirks and plunges back in for another kiss, which you happily return. As your lips press together, parting and pulling away every few seconds to start anew, you run one of your hooves along her fur, tracing down her spine and resting on her ass, which she grinds forward against your body as you touch her.
"No more waiting," she pants before diving into another kiss. Several more follow before she continues. "Rut me, right here, I need it bad."
You're not one to leave a lady hanging, of course.
Since it seems like Scratch might not stop her torrent of kisses without your insistence, you push her away with your hooves. Her mouth is slick with saliva, and she doesn't wipe it away this time. Instead, she turns around, waving her colourful red underwear wedged between her luscious behind.
"Come on, hurry up!"
"I don't remember you being this impatient last time," you say with a tinge of referential sarcasm. Vinyl doesn't respond, but simply rolls her eyes, tilting her head back in disdain. Really, there's not any extra encouragement you need, but hearing her beg for it only makes it more fun.
You pull her thong out of the way again, this time with one of your hooves, and rest your legs on Vinyl's back as she bends herself forward, leaning against the door for support. The heat on your member as you line yourself up is intense, and you move your hips back and forth once or twice, sliding yourself against the wet entrance before you line yourself up. You rest your head just at the outside of Vinyl's pussy, teasing the very tip inside before withdrawing again. After almost a minute, Scratch is practically throwing her hips back at you. She turns around, and her eyes are red with fire.
"Goddess, just put it in! Are you gonna make me beg for it?" Her voice is shaky and cracking, a far throw away from her usually composed tone on stage or during announcements.
"And what if I am?"
"Fuck! Fuck me, please! I need it, so bad, just put it in, please, fuck me with your big cock!"
Such a dirty mouth for a young lady. Still, she did say please.
Vinyl gasps as you thrust forward, sliding into her in one motion. She clenches around your dick after the first inch, hot and tight, and the rest of your length goes in slower, making you groan as you finally bottom out. Her pussy clenches around you every few seconds, grasping at your hardness almost insistently. Vinyl is panting, and you stay there for a second, buried inside her. Without even a request, Vinyl grinds herself down onto the base of your shaft, twisting her ass in circles while she clenches around you. The feeling of her wet hole squeezing your dick is almost enough to turn your momentum around, when combined with the sight of her ass jiggling inches away from your face - but you know how excited she is, and you're not about to be one-upped. You move your hooves to her ass, grabbing her cheeks hard as you pull yourself out, leaving just the tip in for a minute before sliding in again, slowly.
"Gaaahhhh..." Scratch moans and grinds one of her hooves sideways against the stall door as you enter her inch by inch. You can feel her walls spasming even tighter this time, and just like that, you're back in control. There's only so much teasing you can take though, especially with that ass bouncing in front of you all night.
The next thrust is quicker. You pull out and push back in, hard, and Scratch lets out another, louder moan as you slam into her. The feeling of her cheeks pressed against your crotch is a memory to savour for the future. For the now, however, you have a blue haired DJ with a spectacular backside ready to get fucked silly. No more prep time necessary.
Your mind mentally switches from 'single thrusts' to a more rapid movement, and you start fucking Scratch in earnest, slamming yourself all the way inside hard and fast. Scratch's moan is muffled; she's biting her lip as you pound her, and slamming one of her hooves into the metal walls in distracted ecstasy. Her eyes are shut tight, and her hair is a mess, skewed shades poking out from the blue spikes in a haphazard manner. You thrust again and again, and Scratch meets every movement, slamming herself onto your rod as hard as you're pushing forward.
"Ohhhhh, fuck..." Scratch's voice is a blur through her constant torrent of moans. She sounds like she's on another planet, and you notice her babbling incoherently amidst her groaning. It occurs to you there might be an extra factor in why she's enjoying herself so much. You blink, suddenly aware of your vision blurring ever so slightly.
What was that pill she gave you anyway?
Fucking her feels good. It feels better than you remember from last time, better than any time you can remember right now. You can feel every vein on your shaft tingling with the sensation of Scratch's wetness wrapped around as you slide inside her. Even though your hips are pounding forward with enough force to buck a tree full of apples, the slick sensation feels slow, and deliberate. And there's that view. Again, the panties make her look even sexier, pulled to the side, the thin strand of bright red fabric rubbing against the side of your cock as you slide in and out. Scratch's juices are pouring, soaking your shaft and the fur around your base every time you plunge into her.
You blink again. Scratch's voice is a long, continuous moan. You try to catch the snippets of words mixed in, but they're incomprehensible. The music from the club that was blaring even through the bathroom walls has faded. You’re not sure if the set’s over, or if the sound of Scratch’s moaning is too enticing to notice anything else. You can’t notice anything else, really. Just the way she’s arching her back in front of you, lifting her ass up into the air and then bending it back down onto your dick. Her words are blurring again, this time into a noticeable stream of profanity. You’re moving, as fast as your body can register, but slow, inside your head. You’re watching as you pull out of her, and she wiggles her ass waiting for you to push back in. You feel her lips against your head as you push forward, and her cunt envelopes you again, sliding over your shaft until you feel the tip of your cock pressed against her inner walls. She’s dripping everywhere. You’re coated in her wetness. It’s on your fur, and some of it on the bathroom floor.
Time isn’t working properly. You think you feel the bass, and it’s pushing you forward. Your body is hot. When you run your hooves over Vinyl’s back, she feels cold, like ice. Her ass is soft, and you rub it again, hard. You’re slamming into her now, and her face is pressed up against the stall door. Her hoof has left a mark on the wall, scraping away at the thinly coated metal.
“Ohfuckohfuckohfuck-“The volume isn’t from the music, it’s from her screaming; she’s so loud, how can no one else be hearing this? The way she’s pressing back onto you, it’s like she’s afraid, like she needs you inside, and she’s squeezing you now, her pussy is clenching around your shaft and she’s grinding herself on you, moaning and panting. You try to move, to pull back, but she follows you, her backside pressing you down as you land clumsily on the toilet seat. She’s still riding you, bobbing herself up and down so hard it almost hurts, you’re so hard it almost hurts, she’s clenching so hard it feels like she’s going to tear it off-
Vinyl stops suddenly, and lets out a breath like an exhausted hiss. She’s still impaled on your cock, and she’s resting on the floor with her forelegs. Her whole body is rattling as she breathes, you can feel every intake of air, the way her stomach is rising and falling, and the way she tightens around you just a little bit each time. Time is still blurry, but you feel a refreshing pattern of thought emerging out of the momentary clouding.
“Are you okay?” It seems an appropriate question. You were fucking her so hard you’re surprised you didn’t break something. That, and the way she rode you at the end, she was screaming so loud… things were always more complicated when drugs were involved.
Vinyl takes several deep, gulping breaths before she lifts herself up, going to a proper sitting position on your cock. You can’t help but groan quietly as the extra pressure pushes you further inside her. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice something from where she was leaned over on the floor – and on the door too, a bright red streak.
“Oh shit, are you bleeding?” A jolt of panic hits you as Scratch turns her face towards you. Maybe you did break something; you were slamming her so hard into the door –
She smiles at you. One lens of her shades is cracked – and yes, she is bleeding. Her nose, there’s blood everywhere – but it’s a line, going down her face from her nostrils.
“Yeah, a little. I get bad nosebleeds every once in a while, nothing to worry about.” Her voice is shaky, but surprisingly down to earth considering how hard she just got railed. Unsurprisingly, her reassurance isn’t very comforting.
“Are you sure? Look, if you’re hurt, we should probably-“
“Dude, seriously. Totally fine. I just came harder than I think I ever have in my life; don’t ruin the moment. ‘sides, don’t you still need to get off?”
“I, uh.” You try to avoid the inevitable answer, but Vinyl grins and clenches her muscles around you. You can’t help but let out a small groan, and she smiles even wider.
“I owe you after that. You wanna finish in my mouth?”
“But, your nose-“
“Don’t sweat it. Won’t get in the way.”
You vaguely consider asking whether or not the bleeding has even stopped properly, but Vinyl moves before you can collect the words. The cold air on your still achingly hard erection as she pulls herself off is far from welcome, but she quickly replaces the sensation with another warm one. You feel a tiny spatter of something damp before her mouth wraps around your head. She licks the tip at first, running her tongue under your head and circling all around the sides before she pulls her mouth off and traces up and down your shaft, licking every drop of her girlcum off each side of your cock. You notice as she moves her head up and down that there are still small dribbles of blood trickling off her face, but everything she’s doing feels too good to give you a chance to protest. Besides which – the way she looks slobbering all over your dick, completely depraved with blood pouring from her face – it’s kind of even more of a turn on. You make a mental note to do an assessment of your fetishes sometime this weekend.
Vinyl spends a minute or two caressing your shaft with her tongue, occasionally licking around the base and tickling your balls with her mouth before she raises her head up and opens wide. She dives down and takes as much of your length as she can, which is an impressive three quarters at least. She tries to push further, and you feel her gagging a little as your head hits the back of her throat. Still not all the way, but at least she’s giving it her best. She lifts her head, undaunted, and slobbers on your head for a moment, coating you in saliva and the occasional drop of bright red before she plunges down again, choking slightly as she tries her best to take every inch of your cock. The enthusiasm more than makes up for her deep-throat shortcomings, and you have to fight not to thrust upwards into her mouth; especially important, if she’s having difficulty already.
After a couple false starts, she seems to manage a sort of rhythm, probably moving to whatever bass and drums are still playing in her head. Her mouth isn’t as tight as being inside her, and you certainly can’t pound her as hard this way, especially given that she’s already leaking blood on you every once in a while – but her technique is admirable, and the way she’s so into it; moaning and slobbering all over your shaft, struggling her hardest to swallow your shaft every time – it’s almost as good, and you can feel yourself getting close. Which is great, except…
“Uh, Scratch, sorry… this is, really good, I’m pretty close… But I was just wondering-“
Scratch pauses, and looks up at you with curious eyes, half of your dick still inside her mouth. Her muzzle is matted with blood from her nose. You feel your cock twitch of its own accord.
“Mmm?”
“I, just, uh… I’ve been, kind of checking your ass out… pretty much all night. And, as good as this blowjob feels… I really, really want to cum on your ass.”
You’re not normally the type of guy to make a request at zero hour, but you can’t let yourself give up a chance to blow your load on such a pedestal of posterial perfection.
Scratch pulls off your dick with an “Ah”, and a long strand of saliva hangs from her lips to the head of your twitching cock. She grins at you, blood still dripping off the end of her nose and chin. You really should get that checked out when you’re done.
“Never had anyone ask me that before… you really think my ass looks nice?”
“Hnng...” Your eyes almost roll back in your head as Scratch lowers herself to the floor and turns around, presenting her fantastic backside. Really, what you’d like to do is more than just spray your load all over it, but that could wait for another visit. “Yes, extremely. Ancient civilizations have died in wars over the defense of national treasures less precious than that ass.”
Scratch giggles, and presses herself into you, rubbing her butt up and down your cock, sandwiching you between her cheeks. You groan as she grinds herself up and down, sliding her soft skin (and occasionally the touch of red fabric) over your slippery rod.
“Damn. I can see why they picked you to judge that contest. Nice to meet a guy with a healthy appreciation for a lady’s assets.”
Back and forth quips can wait. You can already feel your balls tightening at the sight of Scratch’s panty-clad butt grinding on your crotch. The way her cheeks wrap around your dick perfectly, squeezing it like a pair of hooves, giving a perfect mix of friction and softness… maybe that reputation would be well deserved after all.
“What was it Applejack started in with that ended the contest anyway? She started dirty talking, right? Never had a farm girl like that pegged for such a filthy mouth.” Vinyl could be talking about anything; you’re too distracted to care-
“Hmm… you gonna cum for me? Gonna cover my perfect ass in a big load of your jizz?”
Fuck.
“Woah, that’s not necessary.” You’re trying to make the sensation fucking Scratch’s butt (sort of) last as long as possible. Scratch is right, Applejack did have a filthy mouth on her, and that kind of talk is a sure fire way to push you over the edge, or any other pony who got a chance to slide his cock between Vinyl’s cheeks…
Scratch giggles, and turns to look at you, still bouncing herself up and down against your dick, rubbing her ass back as hard as she can. She’s almost enjoying herself too much.
“What, does me begging you to cover me in your cum get you going? I’m sorry, I can’t help it. You made me cum so hard, I need to see you blow your load all over my tight little ass. I wanna feel you spray it all over my back, and onto my cute red panties-“ Scratch bats her eyelashes seductively as she continues grinding. One look at her face, sweaty and sultry and still darkened with her nosebleed, and you can’t hold on.
You don’t have time to give a warning. Before you can say anything, your cock is exploding, spewing what feels like a year’s worth of cum onto Vinyl’s ass, along with her tight red thong, just like she asked for. It feels like your brain is on fire, the sensations wracking your body are more intense than anything you can remember, whether a combination from the drugs or the prelude or all the ways you got to fuck the cute blue haired filly in front of you before she let you cum on her amazing ass – you can’t really tell. You’re cumming so hard, you manage to spray a spurt or two in her mane and onto her face as well, adding a streak of white to the red coating on the lower side of her face. Scratch jumps a little in surprise as your blast hits her on the nose, but she smiles and holds back a giggle as the rest of your load ends up at its intended target – all over her luscious, cream coloured backside. She gives a little shake of her rear as the last few drops leak out of your head and in between her crack.
You exhale deeply as Scratch pulls away, but quickly turns back around, draping herself over you and grabbing your neck between her hooves. Before you can say anything, she leans in for a kiss. You taste tin, and a bit of salt, along with the large helping of saliva as Scratch jams her tongue into your mouth. She moans and presses herself against you, rubbing her chest against yours. Both of you feel hot now; you’re actually sweating a little. The kiss is almost desperate, Scratch is practically gasping as she presses her mouth forward again and again. You try to ignore the feel of your still hard cock sandwiched between your two bodies as you kiss, again and again. You’re not sure when it will stop. It’s a passionate kiss, lustful, you can feel a fire spreading from your lips through the rest of your body – but it feels a little more than that too. Your chest is tightening, and you catch yourself moaning back into Scratch’s mouth, running your hooves through her disheveled mane and along the back of her neck. The kiss keeps going, and you don’t want to stop it, you just keep parting your lips hungrily, grabbing Scratch and bringing her closer, pressing your body against hers as the two of you share the passionate embrace.
Eventually, your mouth’s part, and both of you are left panting for air. Scratch’s eyes are half open as she looks at you. You don’t feel entirely together either. That kiss was… something else. More than a spark saying ‘fuck me’. You try to clear the thought out of your head as Scratch wraps her forelegs around your neck.
“We should, uh…” you stammer. Your tongue feels too big for your mouth. You can feel an electricity in the air as Scratch’s nose presses against yours. Your mouths are so close, you can feel her breath on your skin, can almost taste her tongue again, tinted with tin-flavoured red and the clumsy but perfect way she moves it around-
“-uh. We should get you cleaned up. Your nose is a mess.” You pull back suddenly, standing and prompting Scratch to collect her balance, going back to all fours. You follow suit, sliding yourself off the unused lavatory.
“Huh?” Scratch looks confused. She blinks. Her face is flushed red, and you notice her lips are still half-pursed for another kiss.
“Your nose,” you say again, pointing with your hoof. “It’s, uh… You’ve kind of got blood all over your face.”
Scratch raises a hoof and presses it under her nose, and pulls it back quickly as she realizes how damp her fur is. She eyes her hoof, now stained a bright red.
“Oh man! I didn’t even notice. I must look like a mess!”
“It’s fine, really… I’m just a little worried about how long you’ve been bleeding. Let’s get you cleaned up and we’ll go take care of your nose properly, okay?”
Scratch blinks her beautiful bright red eyes again, and then shakes her head slightly, apparently coming to sudden understanding of your request.
“Oh, yeah… right. Lemme go wash up and we’ll, uh, head out.”
You shut the stall door as the two of you exit. While you don’t envy the pony that has to clean up the mess of both your fluids, you’re certain he’s likely seen worse working as a club janitor. You lean against the stall as Scratch buries her face in the sink, water tinting red as it runs over her face. You can’t help but let your eyes drift down, getting another perfect view of her ass, now covered in your cum. Her read thong flashes as you as bright as her eyes as you force yourself to avert your gaze.
You’d better be careful, or you could see yourself falling very hard for this blue-haired DJ with a perfect ass.
