The Exile and the DJ

The private room looked like a rather sensible sitting room. It was small, and windowless, roughly the size of the bedroom in my apartment, with dim lighting that played well with the rosy red of the walls. Along the far wall there was a black, comfortable looking couch, with a glass topped coffee table sitting in front of it. Adjacent to that, was an expensive looking recliner (the kind that had one of those built in back massagers), and a mini fridge that also required a special key to unlock. Other than the furniture, some kind of large, abstract painting that hung over the couch, and a TV mounted on the wall across from the recliner, the room was pretty bare.

“Make yourself at home,” Viny said, taking a spot on the couch, and patting the cushion beside her.

As soon as I sat down, Vinyl inched closer to me, then rested her head against my arm.

"That was fucking hilarious," she said with a bit of a cackle. "Did you see my brother squirm? Priceless."

I chuckled nervously.

"I'm really sorry; I didn't mean for that to happen," I said. "Hell, I didn't even know that that could happen; I just don't drink enough to know alcohol's effect on poison joke in a pony's system."

"Could it be dangerous?"

I shook my head.

“I don’t think so.”

"Then there's nothing to worry about. I mean, Octavia's much more understanding than Strat is, so I'm sure she'll just laugh this off when she comes down."

"If she ever wants to laugh again."

The two of us shared a chuckle.

“So, have you been enjoying yourself this evening?” Vinyl asked, after a brief moment of silence. There was something in the way she spoke that caught me off guard; she sounded more calm than she had when we were around the others.

“It’s uh, certainly been a lively evening,” I said. “Not really how I’d usually spend a Friday, going out to bars, and clubs with ponies I don’t really know, but I’ve definitely had more fun with you than I would have on my own.”

Vinyl smiled, as she took a sip of her whisky.

“I’m glad,” she said. For a moment we just sat there quietly, occasionally taking a drink, until Vinyl broke the silence again. “You know, when I’m out of school, I’d like to become a professional DJ, and work at a place like this full time.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. It’s been my dream ever since I was a filly to become a famous DJ, and to use my awesome skills to show ponies a good time.” She sighed happily, and took another sip of her whisky. “I mean, behind the turntable is one of the few places I feel comfortable. Well, behind the turntable, and when I’m with…” she paused, and cleared her throat. I looked down to see what was wrong, and I could see that her face was turning the same color as the walls. “...and when I’m with you.

“Ok, I know this is fucking stupid, but there’s something about you that makes me feel relaxed. You know? Like I can talk to you about anything.”

“Well, everypony feels comfortable opening up to a bartender,” I joked.

Vinyl laughed.

“I’m serious though. Hell, even Octavia has to twist my arm before I tell her about anything that’s bothering me. But you...”

My arm seemed to move on it’s own, as it rose from it’s spot between Vinyl and me, and draped itself across her shoulders. Vinyl didn’t seem to mind, in fact she let out a gentle hum as I held her close.

“Vinyl, before I met you I’d never shown my scars to anypony, well, not to anypony who matters anyway. I can't explain why, but for some strange reason, I felt perfectly fine letting you see them. Who knows, maybe sometimes, without any rhyme or reason, ponies just click.”

Again Vinyl laughed.

“Wow, that’s some real zebra wisdom shit right there,” she scoffed.

She had me there.

“I can’t brew a variety of potions, can't rhyme when I talk, and I'm not very wise,” I said, chuckling along with Vinyl. “Yup, I really don’t have that much zebra bloo-”

Vinyl set her glass down on the coffee table, got up, and climbed on top of me so she was straddling my legs.

"Uh, Vinyl?" I asked. "What are you-"

I was quickly silenced with a finger against my lips.

"Shhhh," Vinyl whispered, as she leaned in so close, I could feel the beating of her heart. "If we keep talking like this, we'll start getting super emotional like we did last time, and I don't want the mood to be ruined just yet."

Then without warning, she dove at me ravenously, like a timber wolf attacking its prey, only with a little less biting. Vinyl didn't even try to start off slow; as soon as her lips were pressed against mine, her tongue forced its way into my mouth and began writhing around with reckless abandon. Unlike our first kiss, I fought back with equal furiousity, eager to please the mare sitting on top of me.

"Mmm," Vinyl hummed, as she suddenly pulled away.

"Yeah, that...was..." A black piece of cloth flashed across my field of vision, temporarily blocking my view of Vinyl, as it flew, and disappeared behind the recliner. Then another, smaller article followed it.

"Much better," she said, stretching her arms above her head in mock relief, obviously trying to draw my attention to her now bare breasts. "Wouldn't you like to get a little more comfortable too?"

I flinched just as I had the first time I had seen Vinyl stare at me with her eyes full of lust.

Vinyl obviously took notice of this because she pulled away ever so slightly, and raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"Sorry," I said, laughing sheepishly, "I’m not really used to being shirtless around other ponies. You know, because of the scars."

Vinyl's face softened.

"Then I'll just have to help you feel more relaxed," she said, leaning in close and planting a soft kiss on my neck. This was followed by a series of kisses, up and down neck, and the gentlest nibbles of her teeth. Her hand also made its way up the right side of my head, and she began massaging my ear, causing it to flick in excitement at her touch. I was in heaven, and I let Vinyl know it with a series of soft, satisfied moans that I just couldn't contain.

When Vinyl was satisfied that I was nice and relaxed, she took her free hand, and slid it from my chest to my stomach. The minute she reached the bottom, she slipped her hand under my t-shirt, and retraced the path that she had just taken back to my neck, lifting my shirt along with her.

"Oooh, Celestia," I groaned, feeling my stallionhood nearing full hardness.

Before I knew it, Vinyl had my shirt in both hands, and in one fell swoop, pulled the garment over my head, and tossed it away to join her own behind the chair in the corner.

"Feeling better?" Vinyl purred.

I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down, and nodded.

"Good." Vinyl smiled that same beautiful smile, then leaned towards me as far as she could, pressing her tits firmly against my chest. Now, I'd felt her soft breasts once before with my hands, but this was a different sensation altogether, especially when she began to rock her hips back and forth, lightly dragging her nipples up and down my chest as she did.

“Now, if I remember correctly, the last time we found ourselves in this position, I kinda left you feeling a little...unfulfilled.” She punctuated this statement with a kiss on my cheek. “I also think that I promised you I’d make it up to you.”

Before I could protest about doing something lewd in a public place, I felt the familiar warm tingle of magic tugging at my belt, and the waist of my jeans.

“V-Vinyl,” I stuttered, as her lips began to travel slowly from my cheek to my neck, “w-what are y-you-”

Vinyl didn’t answer, she just slid off my lap and onto the floor between my legs, continuing her trail of kisses down my chest, as she pulled my jeans down to my knees. Then she looked up at me with hungry eyes, and a mischievous smirk.

“So,” she said, pulling on one side of the fly of my boxers, allowing my stallionhood to snap out, and wobble, as it threatened to topple under its own weight, “are you gonna go all gentlecoltly on me again and ask me to stop, or are you gonna sit back and enjoy yourself?”

I brought the glass in my hand to my mouth, and downed the last of my whisky in one gulp.

“Whenever you’re ready,” I said, feeling my inhibitions being washed away.

Vinyl let out an uncharacteristically girlish giggle, as she took my stallionhood in both her hands, brought it to her mouth, and gave the first couple of inches a warm, wet lick. I had to grit my teeth and shut my eyes to keep myself from popping my top as she lathered the entire length of my dick with her saliva. My heart raced, and I was gasping for breath; it just felt so good. At one point I risked opening my eyes, and an overwhelmingly pleasant chill raced down my spine when I saw Vinyl lick up a bead of white, viscous fluid that had leaked out of the head of my stallionhood.

“Sweet Luna, that - uhnn - feels amazing,” I moaned, as I watched Vinyl perform her sloppy tongue bath.

I leaned my head back, too light headed to watch Vinyl, when I felt one of her hands leave my member. Curious to see what she was doing, I looked back down at her, and saw that the hand that had been on my stallionhood was tucked down the front of her shorts. It was like something out of one of those dirty magazines that I had under my bed, only this was very, very real.

“Enjoying the view?” She asked, obviously aware that I was watching her play with herself.

Before I could answer, Vinyl dove on my stallionhood, taking as much of me into her waiting mouth as she could in one go. Which turned out to be quite a lot. After the first three or four inches I thought she’d stop, but she just kept going until most of my rod was buried deep in her throat. She held me like that for a few seconds, her throat muscles slackening and constricting, until she started gagging, and was forced to retract her head.

“Fuuuck,” I groaned, as Vinyl removed me from her throat with a cough.

She looked up at me, and wiped away a long string of drool that hung off her chin with the back of her hand.

“You liked that, huh?”

I nodded my head. Of course I liked it, I thought, how could I no - Oh CELESTIA! Vinyl was going back down for seconds. Unlike with her first descent, Vinyl went for a more practical approach, only taking what she could fit into her mouth, while using her free hand to take care of the rest. It was like nothing I’d felt before; I’ll admit that I’ve touched myself down there before (especially that morning after Vinyl had left me to take care of myself), but what Vinyl was doing was something else altogether. The expert way she used her tongue to stroke my stallionhood, and tickled the sensitive nerves on the underside of the head with a delicate brush of her teeth sent strong bursts of pleasure up my spine, that only increased in intensity with every rise and fall of her head. I gripped at the couch cushion, trying to hold back my oncoming orgasm, wanting to enjoy what Vinyl was doing as long as I could.

Suddenly, I noticed a different heat growing somewhere else in my body. I looked away from Vinyl to my right hand, and saw it levitate off the couch in a shimmering red aura, and plant itself on the back of the mare’s head. What is she...wait does she want me to force her down? In my limited experience with Vinyl Scratch, she had always come off as the aggressor, pouncing on me, and taking the lead, so it came as a bit of a shock that she wanted to play submissive. Not certain that that was really what she was asking of me, I gave her head a tentative push towards my groin. Sure enough, Vinyl let out a muffled, and very satisfied moan, which reverberated off my dick, only adding to the ecstasy that was blowing my mind.

With Vinyl’s ok, I began to pick up speed, gripping her blue mane tighter and tighter, as I brought her down with enough force that with each descent I could feel the tip of my stallionhood being sent further, and further down her throat. I just couldn’t help myself; it felt too good. And Vinyl’s cries of pleasure, and rapid flicks of her tongue only spurred me on.

That’s when I felt it; a familiar tingling in my balls.

“Oh shit,” I groaned, “I think I’m gonna-”

Vinyl knocked my hand away, and lifted her head up just enough to take a big gulp of air, then sank back down, only stopping when her muzzle met my pelvis. At the same time, I felt two jolts, one in my stallionhood, the other in my horn, and in a burst of soft, blue light, I came.

“Oooh - unnnfffuuuuck yes,” I moaned, as I bucked my hips, releasing my load straight down the mare’s throat. Vinyl held herself like that for a moment, staring up at me with a surprisingly cute look on her face.

As the last few shots of semen ejected from my urethra, Vinyl began to rise, removing me from throat, until only the head remained in her mouth.

“Mmmm,” Vinyl hummed, as she caught the remaining drops of jizz on her tongue, before releasing my stallionhood, and swallowing. For a second she just sat there, catching her breath after the rough blowjob. As for me, I just reclined, slack jawed on the couch, every muscle in my body weak and tingling, as my muddled mind fought to bring me back to my senses.

Before I had a chance to register what was going on, I felt something slide into my mouth, causing me to gag in surprise. I looked down to see what it was, and my eyes went wide; it was Vinyl’s fingers, or more specifically, the ones that had been in her shorts, didling the area between her legs.

“How does that taste?” Vinyl asked, as she sat up, and leaned forward so that my stallionhood was resting between her b cups.

It was like nothing I’d ever tasted before; the initial flavor was slightly bitter and salty, but with more than a hint of sweetness that made Vinyl’s fluids not at all unpleasant. Of course I couldn’t tell her that with her fingers pressed firmly against the surface of my tongue. All I could do was wrap my lips around the appendages, and lick them clean.

As she watched me, Vinyl bit her lower lip, wrapped her arm across her chest, hugging my dick against her, and began to rise and fall. It was similar to something that I’d seen mares do in those types of magazines, except they all had breasts large enough to nearly envelop the stallion’s cock entirely. Still, sliding up and down between Vinyl’s small tits felt wonderful. A little too wonderful.

Before I could give a word of warning, my stallionhood spasmed, and a thick cord of cum oozed out onto Vinyl’s chest.

“You fucking prick,” she said, glancing down at the white goo that lay just above her breasts.

“I’m sorry,” I panted, my voice sounding unusually quiet, and raspy.

Vinyl wiped away most of my semen with her hand, and licked it away.

“Just be thankful this place doesn’t use black lights; it’d be a pain if I had to go back out there with my tits glowing like an Ursa Minor.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at Vinyl’s analogy.

“So no harm then?”

Vinyl shook her head.

“As long as nopony notices, I should be fine.” Then she gave me that grin, the one that was usually followed by some sort of trouble. “But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be punished a little.”

She rose off the floor, and dragged the same two fingers that she had stuck inside my mouth along the last glob of jizz on her chest.

“Open wide,” she said, lifting her semen covered fingers up to my mouth.

I clenched my lips tight; I didn’t want taste myself. Thankfully my strength returned just in time to catch Vinyl’s wrist, mere inches away from my face. In order to keep the “essence of me” as far away as possible, I held her arm out with one hand, and used my other to bring her body close to mine.

“Open wide,” I said, as I pressed my lips against hers.

Vinyl struggled a little at first, but she soon melted into my kiss, releasing a soft moan as she drove her tongue into my mouth. And there it was; as my tongue met hers, I instantly became aware of something slimy and salty that coated the organ that was dancing around my maw.

When she finally pulled away, she leaned up to my ear and whispered; “Just so you know, I don’t always swallow.”

I just sat there dumbstruck, still tasting myself on my tongue, until something in my head snapped into place, and I did the last thing I ever thought I’d do. I scraped all of the goo off the walls of my mouth, and swallowed.

“Impressive,” Vinyl said, giving me a pleased smile, and wrapping her arms around my neck, “all of my other coltfriends would have just freaked, and spit it out.”

I froze for a second, then broke down laughing.

“I didn’t realize that was an option.”

Vinyl nodded.

“Of course it was; I may be a bit of a trickster, but I’m not evil.”

With a gentle, salty kiss on the tip of my muzzle, Vinyl jumped up, and dashed to the corner where she had tossed our shirts.

“Come on, time to get dressed.” She bent down behind the chair, and threw me my black t-shirt. “Normally I’d suggest sticking around for a good, hard rutting, but we’ve got company, and I’m sure they’ll start getting suspicious if we’re gone for too much longer.”

I nodded, as I got up, wobbling a little, still feeling light headed from all the alcohol, and my recent orgasm. After slipping my shirt on, I went to pull my pants back up. As I did, Vinyl reached over, and took my stallionhood in her hand again.

“Unf, this is gonna feel so good inside me,” she said, caressing my softening cock. I could feel myself flush, as she slipped me back into my boxers, pulled up my jeans, buttoned and zipped them up, and adjusted my belt. “There you go, all tucked away.”

Before putting her bra and shirt on, Vinyl went after her chest again, making absolutely sure her coat was clean. As I watched her standing there, topless, feeling around her chest, I felt a hint of life return to my stallionhood. While I was more than satisfied with what Vinyl had just done for me, I was beginning to wish that I could have had a chance to handle her body a little, to squeeze her breasts in my hands, to feel the smoothness of her back, to fondle the moist, warm place between her legs. It felt strange to think that way; after all, the last time we were together, I was the one who had held back. But that was before I knew what it was like to be with a mare in a sexual way. After what had just happened between us, I found myself wanting to show Vinyl Scratch that I was more than just a simple gentlecolt who’s also a good listener. Maybe next time, I thought, as Vinyl put her tank top back on, and opened the door, maybe next t-

As we were stepping out the door, a familiar face appeared before us, still looking unusually bubbly, but certainly much better than she had been when we had left her.

“Viiiiiinyl,” Octavia giggled, “they’re calling for you; they want you on… What were you two doing back here?” She said the last part in a taunting, sing-songy voice.

“Tavi,” Vinyl said, with a good humored eye roll, “you and I have been sharing dorm for four years, and you’ve walked in on me with a stallion countless times; I’m pretty sure you know perfectly well what we were doing in here.”

The two ponies broke down in uncontrollable (and slightly uncomfortable) laughter. Finally Vinyl was able to collect herself.

“So why were you looking for me Tavi?”

“Oh, yeah, the crowd’s calling for you to take the stage. Listen.”

We leaned our heads out the door, and listened for a second; sure enough, echoing down the hall was the chanting of “Pon-3! Pon-3! Pon-3!”

“Well aren’t you the luckiest stallion in Equestria,” Vinyl said, slapping me on the back, “you get to see me work my magic twice tonight.”