The Exile and the DJ

The ride home was very peaceful. Since it was so early in the morning, we were the only ponies in our car, which was a welcome respite from the noisy nightclub that we had just left. It wasn’t much, but having Vinyl sitting next to me made me feel more comfortable than I had all evening, including the time that we spent together in the Apple Core Lounge’s private room.

When the train finally came to a stop, we got out, and began walking the three blocks it took to get back to my apartment.

“Hey, Zander,” Vinyl said, leaning up against me as we walked, “Are you sure you're alright?"

I just smiled at her.

"I am now," I told her. "When Nightshade hit me, his arm landed on one of my scars. I won’t lie to you, it had really, really hurt, but trust me, I'm fine now."

Vinyl stopped walking, and stepped behind me.

"Where did he hit you?" She asked.

"It's fine, Vinyl, honestly."

But she didn't seem to believe me. I sighed, and, after making sure nopony was watching, lifted up the back of my shirt to show her which scar Nightshade had struck. Suddenly I felt something warm press up against the old wound. I looked back to see what it was, and found Vinyl had leaned forward, and planted a little kiss on it.

"I’m sorry about what happened with Nightshade tonight; that shouldn’t have been a battle you had to fight.”

I lowered my shirt, brought Vinyl in close, and draped arm over her shoulders.

“It’s alright,” I said, “you’re my marefriend now, and I won’t let anypony treat you like that.”

Vinyl reached up and squeezed my hand.

“You really are a gentlecolt through and through, aren’t you?”

“I try.”

"Well thank Celestia for that." She went to take a step forward, but stopped, and turned to look at me. "Oh, and if you tell anypony that I have a soft side, I'll rip your little colt parts off, got it?"

She looked me right in the eyes to show me she wasn't joking.

"Uh, yeah, I won't tell a soul."

Then her face softened again, and we continued on our way.

We walked the rest of the way in silence, just enjoying the simplicity of having somepony next to us. When we reached the front door to my apartment building, I turned to face Vinyl, and held her in my arms.

“You know, a proper gentlecolt wouldn’t make his marefriend travel back to her home halfway across the city on her own, especially at this time of night.”

Vinyl looked up at me, and bit her lower lip, as I slipped my hand into my pocket, and withdrew my house keys. I barely had the door unlocked, before Vinyl had her arms around me, her hands sliding down the front of my jeans. Jeez, wait until we get upstairs first, I thought, as I struggled to get inside.

The stairs were very tricky to navigate with Vinyl rubbing my chest with one hand, and fondling my testicles with the other, but we made it somehow. Thankfully Vinyl waited until we were actually in my apartment with the door closed before she undid my belt, and practically ripped my jeans off. Then she walked in front of me, and looked me up and down.

“So, are you gonna pussy out on me like you did last time?” She asked, with a sly smile.

I shook my head.

“After what we did earlier? Not a chance.”

I wrapped my arms around Vinyl, and pulled her in for a kiss, letting the instincts that had driven me back in the private room of the Apple Core Lounge take control, wasting no time in exploring the increasingly familiar cavity with my tongue. As I did, my hands began to do some exploring on their own, starting with her bare shoulders, massaging them, enjoying how soft and warm they felt in my hands. Then they made their way down her sides, doing their best to memorize the contours of her body, until they found the waist of her shorts. It’s only fair, I thought, as I carefully unbuttoned them, and slid them down her legs. I brought my hands back up, placed them firmly on her rump (which was practically bare, thanks to the thong she was wearing), and hoisted her up, so that her head was level to mine. Vinyl was quick to follow suit, wrapping her legs around my waist, and her arms around my neck, not once allowing her lips to leave mine.

With my legs now free, I began to make my way towards the bedroom, stumbling a few times in the darkness. Thankfully my grip on Vinyl didn’t loosen; dropping her would have surely killed the mood right then and there.

At long last we reached the bedroom. Fueled by alcohol, and adrenalin from my confrontation with her ex-coltfriend, I undid Vinyl's grip on me, and tossed her onto the bed, which squeaked in protest, as the mare hit it. Seeing Vinyl lying there, I took no time peeling off my shirt, and pouncing on her, attacking her neck with a series of sloppy kisses.

“Mmmm - I want you to fuck me soooo bad," she moaned, squirming to free herself from her tank top and bra, allowing me access to her breasts.

Now, I wasn’t going to turn down an open invitation, especially with my brain so blinded with a drunken lust, so I directed my attention lower, licking her just above her collarbone, and tasting a familiar salty flavor. Then I went a little lower, and a little lower, and...

I stopped just as I reached the soft mound that was her left breast. Alright, I thought, my face turning red, as my eyes zeroed in on my target, you can do this. Just remember everything you’ve studied, and you should be fine. Of course I knew that that was all bullshit, considering all of my knowledge about sex, and how to please a mare (aside from the very awkward conversation my uncle had had with me when I was fourteen) came from the "Stallions Ask," and "Pro Sex Tips" sections from my collection of Playcolts, and Luna knows how reliable that information was. Still, it was better than going in completely blind.

"You ok down there, big guy," Vinyl asked, after a few seconds had passed since my lips had last made contact with her.

It’s now or never, Zander. I took a deep breath, and dove in, taking Vinyl's already erect nipple between my teeth, and giving it a gentle tug. This was met with a sharp gasp, and a shudder that shot through her entire body. I felt relief wash over me; off to a good start, I thought, as I went in again, this time clamping my lips around her, and flicking at her with my tongue.

While my lips focused on her left breast, my hand took care of her right, massaging it, and pinching her nipple between my middle and ring fingers, giving it a series of gentle squeezes in rhythm to the flicks of my tongue that attacked the other.

"Fuck, that's good;" Vinyl sighed, wrapping her arms tightly around my back, holding me in place, not seeming to mind the unusually fleshy gashes against her hands.

I tried my best not to smile with pride, that even somepony as inexperienced as me could elicit such a reaction from a mare.

As my hand continued feeling up Vinyl's bosom, I felt a sudden familiar, warm tingling envelop the limb, telling me that the mare was using her magic on me again. Without warning, she levitated my hand off her chest, and brought it down the front of her panties, and between her legs.

Holy shit, I thought, as I felt the overwhelming heat emanating from her moist marehood. My hand started to move on its own, the middle finger gliding gently across her slit. At first I thought Vinyl was still casting her spell, but the lack of her warm magic told me that I was doing it on my own. It was odd; I'd never ever done something like this before, but it felt surprisingly nat-

"Ooooh, yeah..." Vinyl moaned, as I accidentally applied too much pressure on my middle finger, and sank into her pussy, parting her lips enough for hot mare juice to trickle past my fingers.

"Mmmm - stir me up inside."

I didn't say anything, but I did as I was told, slowly flexing my finger open and closed, feeling the soft walls of her marehood with the very tip of my finger. But I didn't stop there; as my finger went to work on Vinyl's insides, I bit down lightly on her nipple again, and gave it a tug, only this time I didn't let go right away.

Vinyl was quick to let me know that she was thoroughly enjoying herself; every time I drove my finger into her, or tugged at her nipple, Vinyl would let out a low moan, and her body would spasm, as if she had just received a tiny electric shock. Her legs clamped around my hand, making sure it couldn’t escape. Of course she wasn’t the only one who was excited; just touching Vinyl in such an intimate way had been enough to make my stallionhood reach full strength.

To my surprise, Vinyl decided to join me between her legs, pushing on my ring finger, forcing it to join its neighbor inside her sopping wet pussy.

"Give it - haaaa - give it to me hard," she said, retracting her hand, allowing me to take over.

But I didn't. Instead, I removed my fingers, and sat up, taking in the beautiful sight of Vinyl's small, naked body laying sprawled out in front of me.

"What the fuck are you doing?" She groaned.

I just gave her the same mischievous grin she was quite fond of giving me, then moved my hands to her hips, hooked my fingers around her thong, and pulled it down, past her knees, and over one foot, leaving it to hang off her left ankle. There it was; glistening in the dim light of the streetlight that came in through the gaps in my blind, was Vinyl’s marehood. Alright, I thought, lowering myself back down on top of the mare’s body, time to return the favor. I brought my lips back to Vinyl’s breast, and kissed it; bit it; licked it. Then, with my tongue still out, I dragged it down her body, leaving a thin trail of saliva along the length of her stomach.

When I was mere inches away from her marehood, I stopped, and pulled away; instead of going in for a direct approach, I decided to start with the inside of her right thigh, running my tongue up the limb, until I came to where it met the rest of her body.

“Noooo,” Vinyl cried. “Stop - Oh Luna - stop teasing me, you fffuuuuck.” She tried to reach my head with a trembling hand and force my face into her privates, but I deflected it with a quick spell, knocking it away so that I could continue without further interference.

I continued licking the inside of Vinyl’s leg a few more times, before finally turning my attention to her marehood. Even then, I refused to dive straight into it. Despite Vinyl’s halfhearted protests for me to stop teasing her, I started drawing my tongue along the very outside of her entrance, outlining her lips in saliva.

“Oh - haaaa - come on,” Vinyl panted, wiggling her hips, trying to direct her pussy towards my mouth. “ I neeeeed thisssssss.”

Sounds like she’s had enough, I thought, relieved that the advice from the magazine had actually turned out to be helpful.

At long last, I lined myself up with her marehood, and pressed my tongue against it. The second I applied just a little bit of pressure to her lips, I was met with a sound that was part moan, part sigh of relief, followed by a flood of juices that flowed down my tongue and into my mouth. That’s a lot stronger than the sample she gave me earlier, I thought, going in for another lick. I remembered reading about how some stallions refused to perform oral on their marefriends because they didn’t like the taste. Those stallions are idiots, I thought, enjoying the salty sweetness of my marefriend with every brush of my tongue against her entrance. Just the flavor of her was enough to drive me into a feral state, making me even hungrier for the mare’s body.

One of the magazines had also listed different techniques one could use while going down on a mare, but I opted to keep things simple, using my tongue to trace shapes like triangles and circles across her winking marehood. Occasionally, I would dart in between her lips, tickling her insides in a similar (albeit less effective) way as I had with my finger. And Vinyl was loving it.

“Fuuuuu…” she gasped, as her legs locked around my head, holding me in place, as a fresh wave of her love juices flowed forth.

After lapping away the fluids, I directed my attention to the little nub just above her slit that had made itself prominent during my oral treatment. To start, I gave it an experimental flick of my tongue. Vinyl screamed, and nearly leapt into the air, like somepony had just touched her with a hot poker. That was all it took to encourage me go after her clit again, and again, and again. Finally, I honored Vinyl’s earlier request, and slowly inserted two fingers into her passage, and began to pump them in and out in rhythm with my tongue.

“Fuck,” she cried, using a hand to bury my face deeper into her pelvis. “FuckfuckfuckfuckfuckFUUUUUUUUCK!”

Vinyl’s legs clamped around my neck so tight, I thought I was going to choke. The sudden crescendo in her voice, the burst of magenta light from her horn, and the fluids that gushed out, drenching the hair around my mouth told me that Vinyl had cum. Since her legs were holding me firmly in place, I could only lie there with my muzzle buried in her soaking marehood, feeling her body writhe under the pressure of her intense orgasm.

After what felt like hours, her grip around me loosened enough for me to slip out of her grasp. While I massaged my sore neck, I watched Vinyl’s lithe, shuddering form, her chest heaving, as she gasped for breath, her eyes not focusing on anything; it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Certainly much sexier than anything in Playcolt.

I lay down next to Vinyl, and wrapped an arm around her, holding her close while she rode out the last waves of her orgasm.

“You - hooo - have no - oh Luna - no idea how much I needed that,” Vinyl panted, when she finally came down from her blissful high. She leaned in, and kissed my cheek. “Sorry about the mess; I tend to get a little wet when I cum.”

“A little wet?” I said, touching the damp spot on my face. “It feels like I just got out of the shower.”

Vinyl just rolled her eyes, as she slipped out of my grasp, got off the bed, and on wobbly legs, went over to my dresser, coming back a few seconds later with a small towel. As I lay there, she leaned over me, and wiped my face, getting it as clean as she could.

When Vinyl was done, she tossed the towel aside, and climbed back up beside me. She placed a hand on my chest, making a trail down my body, sending a pleasant chill down my spine, as she went from my pecks, to my belly button, over my boxers, to my very erect stallionhood.

“I see you’re as at attention as a Canterlot guard,” she teased, slowly stroking my rod.

I chuckled, as the attention to my stallionhood began to rekindle the primal instincts that had begun to diminish since Vinyl’s orgasm faded. I kicked off my boxers, and, to the aroused mare’s delight, I turned to her, gave her a sudden push, knocking her onto her back, and climbed on top of her. I leaned in close, so that I could kiss her. Before our lips could meet, Vinyl pressed a finger against my lips.

“Tell me what you want to do to me,” she teased.

I groaned; she knew what I wanted to do, so why did I have to say it?

“I want,” I took a deep breath before forming the words, “to fuck you.”

Vinyl smiled, as she reached behind me, and pulled me close, locking our lips together. Then her legs parted, allowing me to climb in between them.

“Here I go,” I whispered, lowering myself towards her marehood.

My first attempt missed completely, and I ended up hitting the wrong hole.

“Whoa there, big boy,” she said with a startled laugh, “I don’t do anal…not on the second date anyway.”

She used her magic on my stallionhood, redirecting it until I was lined up correctly. With her go ahead, I proceeded forward again, this time hitting my mark.

We both let out a sharp gasp as my stallionhood invaded her marehood. The overwhelming heat and moisture left over from her first orgasm felt amazing against the sensitive nerves of my penis, sending electric jolts of pleasure through my body, as I inched my way in. It was a tight fit, but not uncomfortably so, and it was so wet that I had no problem thrusting into her. Holy shit, I thought. Neither masturbation, nor Vinyl’s blowjob could have prepared me for the sensations that arose, the deeper I sank into the mare’s pussy.

At long last, my journey came to an end when the tip of my stallionhood crashed into Vinyl’s cervix, and our pelvises met. Somepony would have thought the two of us had just run a marathon, the way we were panting, and sweating. Before Vinyl had a chance to catch her breath, I pulled back out until only a few inches remained inside, and then I thrust in again, much faster, and much harder than I had before. It took me a few test tries, but I was able to find a nice rhythm, rocking my hips back and forth, pulling out half way, then pushing forward, using as much force as I could muster to bury myself as deep as I could inside Vinyl's marehood.

Vinyl was very vocal, moaning, and screaming, every time my hips came crashing into hers. Of course she wasn’t the only one being overcome with passion; every time I buried myself in her hot, soft pussy, I’d grunt, and growl like a wild, Everfree beast.

“Oh, Celestia!” She cried. “I was right, you feel so good inside me.” She wrapped her arms around me, and lifted her lower half off the bed to meet me mid thrust.

If I could have, I would have chuckled at her comment, but all of my focus was being split between keeping up a steady pace, and not letting my arousal get the better of me too early. Vinyl looked up at me with half lidded eyes, and a smile on her face, like a little filly who had just eaten the most delicious piece of cake in all of Equestria. She looked so cute in that moment, that I couldn’t help but lean in and kiss her. Not a wild, tongue tangling kiss, but a simple meeting of lips. I was surprised by how much Vinyl enjoyed this little gesture of affection, letting out a quiet hum to let me know that she approved. And that was when I struck.

Just when we were having a nice, tender moment, I pulled back, and then thrust my cock into her as hard as I could, catching her off guard.

Thump!

The force of my movement knocked Vinyl’s head against the headboard of my bed

“- Gaaaahhh - fuck.”

When I realized what had happened, I stopped, worried that my over enthusiasm might have led to Vinyl getting hurt.

“Are - huuh - are you alright?”

To answer my question, Vinyl pressed her lips against mine, and jammed her tongue in my mouth, lashing it about like a mad mare. Then she pulled away, and released me from her clutches.

“Get on your fucking back,” she said, a fire burning in her eyes that told me to do what I was instructed, or else. And I did.

With an audible, wet squelching sound, I slipped out of Vinyl, and rolled off of her, and onto my back. Then she climbed on top and, resting on her knees, straddled me backwards so that her plush rump, and beautiful, flawless back were facing me.

“You might want to hold on to something,” she said, as she rose up, and held herself above my stallionhood. A trickle of her excited juices dripped from her lower lips onto my dick, and then-

Wham!

She brought herself down, burying my cock deep inside her in one go. Both of us moaned at the sudden impact, and my fingers became entangled in my sheets, as if I was trying to hold on for dear life.

I was completely at Vinyl’s mercy now, watching her as she rose and fell, impaling herself on my stallionhood. It wasn’t hard to understand why stallions would like this position; with her tail pulled to the side, I was given a perfect view of my cock disappearing into Vinyl’s vagina. It was pure ecstasy. While I knew it must have been impossible, I could have sworn I had felt myself get even harder, and maybe just a little bit thicker, as it vanished, and reappeared.

My eyes went a little higher to Vinyl’s ass, so perfectly round, and soft enough so that it jiggled every time she came crashing down. It was just begging for me to grab it. So I did. The moment her rump was pressed against me again, my hands shot up from beside me, and held onto it. I began massaging the malleable orbs between my fingers, spreading them apart, squeezing them back together, digging my fingers into them as hard as I could. Vinyl was forced to cease her rhythmic rising and falling, while I fondled her butt, and instead opted to rock back and forth, and side to side, pressing my stallionhood against every possible inch of her insides.

“Sweet, fucking Luna,” I moaned, as the new technique sent blissful sensations up and down my spine. I don’t know what came over me then, but my right hand removed itself from Vinyl’s backside, pulled back until it was a foot away, then came flying down hard, right on her music note cutie mark.

“Ahhhh!” Vinyl cried. She glanced back at me, a shocked look on her face, which transformed into a devious smile. Suddenly she stopped her movements altogether, and ignited her horn.

“Naughty little colt,” she purred. Out of nowhere, something reached up, and wrapped itself around my wrists, pulling them away from Vinyl's body; it was my bedsheets, shimmering in a soft magenta glow. Without climbing off of my stallionhood, Vinyl spun around so we were face to face, then leaned in close so our noses were almost touching. “You like slapping mare’s asses don’t you? Well I’m not going to give you that pleasure.”

My arms, still tied up in my sheets, rose off the bed, and floated up behind my head, where they were bound tightly together so I couldn’t move them.

“Now this - uhn - seems familiar,” I said, remembering the morning after Vinyl had first stayed over, when we had found ourselves in almost the exact same position.

The only answer I got was Vinyl sitting up, placing her hands on my chest, and rocking her hips back and forth.

Out of instinct, I tried to move my arms, wanting to do nothing more than to hold my marefriend as she rode me, but Vinyl wouldn’t allow it; all I could do was lie back and enjoy the view, and the massive waves of pleasure that were shooting through my stallionhood. And I was content to do so. The look of pure lust on her face, the way she bit her lower lip to hold back the cries of passion that threatened to escape, the way her tiny breasts jiggled with her every movement; it was enough to send shivers down my spine, which mixed with the intense tingling sensations that were growing between my legs. If Vinyl kept this up, then I wasn’t going to last much longer.

Vinyl’s fingers dug into my skin as she began to pick up speed, switching from moving her hips to rising her entire body, and lowering herself, driving my stallionhood as deep into her pussy as she could.

“Fuck, zebra boy,” she said, her voice a mix between a raspy squeak, and a whisper, “Zander, you’re - hooo - I think you’re about to get soaked again.”

Vinyl quickly collapsed on top of me, and cradled my head in her hands, pulling me up to meet her lips. When her tongue parted my lips, she released a loud scream into my mouth, and gripped my mane tightly as she came. A flood of juices were building up in her passage, and had started to drip out past my stallionhood, becoming absorbed by my leg hairs.

I don’t know where I found the strength, but I was finally able to slip my arms free of my bonds. Since Vinyl was too busy riding out her own orgasmic storm, I decided to take the initiative; without giving her a warning, I wrapped my arms around the mare, and rolled her over so that we were back in the position that we had started in. Then I attacked her pussy with long, fast thrusts, sending her from one climax to another. With that fresh wave of fluids, and the way the walls of her marehood clamped down on me, I reached my peak.

“Grrrrffffuuuuck,” I growled, as my horn bust with a blue light, and I buried my twitching cock into her, filling her womb with what felt like a never ending supply of semen.

My hands and feet felt numb, my mind was blank, and Vinyl’s face kept swimming in and out of focus; this was far more intense than the orgasm I had experienced back at the nightclub. Even without the use of my senses, I continued to thrust until the last spurts of jizz dribbled out of the head of my dick.

Finally, things began to return to normal, and I rolled off of Vinyl, completely spent. For the longest time, the two of us laid their, saying absolutely nothing, as we tried to catch our breaths. I can’t believe it, I thought, staring blankly at the ceiling, I actually did it. Before meeting Vinyl, I’d nearly given into the idea that I’d never make that special connection with somepony; now there was a mare lying beside me in my bed, coming down from the throes of our love making.

Without looking over, I sought Vinyl’s hand with my own. She flinched when I made contact with it, and almost pulled away, but at the last second, she took my hand in hers.

“That was better than I could have imagined,” Vinyl whispered, as she shifted her body, and leaned up against me.

“Mhmm,” I agreed. “Not bad for my first time, huh?”

Vinyl shot up in bed, and looked down at me.

“That was not your first time.” She said it like it was the most unbelievable thing in all of Equestria.

“Come on, Vinyl, how could I have ever been with a mare before when I couldn’t even take my shirt off in front of one?”

Vinyl thought on that for a moment, then lowered herself back down, resting her head on my shoulder.

“Jeez, Zander, why the hell didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?”

I shrugged.

“Would you have acted any differently if you knew?”

“Well, no. I mean, I might not have been so rough; wouldn’t have used any bondage…”

“But then that wouldn’t have been you, right?”

Vinyl opened her mouth to say something, but decided against it.

“Look, it wasn’t like I was really saving myself or anything; all I really wanted was for my first time to be with somepony that I really care about, and neither of us holding back.”

“Well, you certainly got your wish.”

We laid there for a second, just enjoying the feeling of our warm bodies pressed together. Vinyl was absentmindedly running her fingers up and down my chest, when her horn lit up again. I thought she might be casting another spell on me, possibly hoping to tie me up for a second round of rutting (one which I didn’t think I would be able to muster the strength for), but that wasn’t the case at all. I watched as something black came floating up from the floor, and landed on Vinyl’s lap in a heap. It was my t-shirt. I held out my hand, expecting her to pass it to me, but she didn’t; instead, she slipped it over her head and arms, and pulled it down.

“There,” she said with a bit of a yawn, as she straightened out my shirt, and snuggled back up to me. “I don’t know about you, but I’m exhausted.”

I couldn’t agree with her more; sleep had been threatening to pull me under ever since I’d climbed off of her. Seeing as Vinyl was more than ready to pass out, I decided to give in to my desire for sleep.

“Goodnight, Vinyl,” I said, giving her one last kiss on the top of her head.

“G’night, zebra boy.” Vinyl’s voice was nothing but a muddled whisper; she was fading faster than I thought.

Together, bathed in the faint, Manehatten glow that seeped in through my blinds, Vinyl Scratch and I closed our eyes, and quickly drifted off to sleep.

...

When I woke up the next morning, I had no idea what time it was. From the amount of bright light shining in through my now uncovered window, it looked like Celestia had raised the sun hours ago. I knew I should have felt alarmed, seeing as how I usually made sure to wake up bright and early every day, but I found that I was surprisingly relaxed. I guess a night like that can do that to a pony, I thought, turning over to look at Vinyl. She wasn’t there.

I sat bolt upright, and looked around the room for a sign of Vinyl. Had she snuck out of my apartment before I'd even woken up? At the foot of the bed, I found Vinyl’s underwear, and hanging off the edge of the left side of the mattress was a tank top and a blue bra that matched the thong she had been wearing. So where’s-

The sound of somepony moving around in the next room caught my attention. I climbed out of bed, and, realizing that I was still completely naked, went to my dresser and grabbed clean boxers, and a pair of sweatpants, then made my way to the door, and went into the living room.

“Vinyl?” I called, when I found the living room empty.

“I’m in here,” came a voice from my kitchen.

I entered the kitchen, and found Vinyl wearing nothing but my t-shirt (which was practically a dress on her), standing over my stove, a spatula in one hand, and the handle of a frying pan in the other.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I thought I’d make some breakfast. After a night like that, I could use a little something to get my strength back.”

That little something turned out to be a steaming stack of pancakes, oatmeal, and the scrambled eggs that she was just finishing up.

“No, please, help yourself.” I opened up a cupboard, and grabbed two plates, and a couple of bowls, and set them on the counter, before going over to the fridge to get some orange juice.

When breakfast was ready, we divided up the food, and sat down at my tiny table, and ate. I hadn’t noticed it when I'd first woken up, but I was starving. I had no idea a night out, and love making could be so taxing, I thought, as I devoured the food in front of me. Never in my life had I gone out drinking, and dancing, nor had I had the pleasure of bringing a mare home for a night of wild (at least in my mind) sex. For a shut in pony such as myself, I had to admit that it was the best night of my life.

“Hey,” I said, looking up from my meal, “I just wanted to say that I had a lot of fun last night.”

Vinyl chuckled, as she swallowed a mouthful of pancake.

“Yeah, I know; I think I’m gonna have a bruise on my ass from all the fun you were having.” She rubbed her right flank where I had slapped it in the heat of the moment when she was riding me.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry about that.” I couldn’t help but laugh, as I replayed the scene in my mind. “Actually, I was talking about the whole night. I experienced more things in the few hours that I spent with you, and Octavia, and your brother, than I ever had since I've lived in Manehatten.”

“Going to a bar, clubbing, getting head in the back room of a nightclub, getting into a fight with your marefriend’s ex, and taking said marefriend home and rutting her brains out? Yeah, I’ll say it was a busy night.”

“Very busy.” I moved my fork around, collecting the last bits of food, and ate them. “So, yeah, thanks for the awesome night.”

Vinyl reached across the table, and placed her hand on mine.

“Stick with me kid, and I guarantee you’ll experience plenty of more exciting things.”

When breakfast was over, Vinyl and I cleared the table, washed our dishes, and put them on the rack to dry. As we made our way from the kitchen to the living room, there was a knock at the door.

“Zander, you in there?” A voice called from the other side. It was my uncle.

I hesitated for a second, before going to the door, and opening it.

“Hey, Uncle Zera,” I said, trying to act casual, “what’s up?”

Zera raised his eyebrows.

“What’s up? It’s almost eleven in the morning. You were supposed be down in the bar helping me with - Oh, hello.”

My uncle’s eye’s went from me, to Vinyl.

“Hi,” Vinyl said, as she came up, smiling, not caring that she was dressed in only a shirt that barely reached her knees. “You must be Zander’s uncle.”

My uncle started to blush, and laughed nervously, probably thinking that he’d just caught us in the middle of an intimate situation.

“Oh, uh, yeah. I’m Zera. And you are?”

“One lucky filly, is who I am.”

It was my turn to laugh, feeling a little embarrassed.

“Uncle Zera, this is my marefriend, Vinyl Scratch.”

Finding his composure again, Zera held out his hand, and Vinyl shook it.

“It’s nice to meet you Vinyl. I hope my nephew has been treating you well.”

Vinyl nodded her head.

“He’s been a perfect gentlecolt, even in the bedroom when he's-”

“Hey, Zera,” I said, jumping in before Vinyl made the situation a little more uncomfortable, “you said you needed my help with something, right?”

“Huh? Oh, well, I was just going to ask you to help me take care of this morning’s delivery, but I can see you’re busy at the moment.”

“No it’s alright; just let me get dressed, and I’ll be down in a few minutes.”

But my uncle wasn’t going to hear any of it.

“Nonsense. I’ll just call up my buddy Street Sweeper, and get him to help. Tell him I’ll reduce his tab if he does.”

Before I could say anything else, Zera turned, and headed back down the stairs.

“You two young ponies have a fun afternoon. And Zander, I expect to see you behind the bar at seven o’clock sharp tonight.”

And with that, he was gone.

Just as I was closing the door, I felt a pair of hands slide under my arms, and up my chest.

“Well, your uncle seems nice,” Vinyl said, leaning up against my back, and wrapping her arms around me tight.

“He is,” I agreed. “He’s one of the best stallion’s I know.”

I turned around to face Vinyl, and gave her a hug.

“So, I guess I’ve got the morning off. Anything you’d like to do?”

There was that devilish grin again.

“Oh I can think of plenty of things we could do today.” Her hands began to drift lower down my back, and grabbed my rump, right at the base of my tail.

“Really? You want... I-I mean, I’m not saying no, I just didn’t think-”

Vinyl shut me up by leaning up, and pressing her lips firmly against mine. It wasn’t a long kiss, and it certainly wasn’t as aggressive as it could have been, but it was powerful enough to let me know that she meant business.

When our lips parted, she stepped back, dragged her fingers down my torso, and hooked them around the waistband of my pants.

“Come on, zebra boy.” Vinyl’s voice dripped with sweet lust, as she began leading me away from the door.

I gladly followed, but stopped, when I realized that she wasn’t taking me to the bedroom.

“Uh, Vinyl, that’s the bathroom.”

She looked inside the small room, with an exaggerated look of shock on her face.

“Huh, that would explain the sink, and the shower,” she said, very sarcastically, still trying to lead me into it. “After a night like we just had, we could probably stand to clean ourselves up a bit.”

She gave my waistband another sharp tug.

“Now come on; I’m gonna need your help with getting those - unf - hard to reach places.”

I walked behind Vinyl, completely in a daze. I could already feel my stallionhood growing between my legs; it just seemed so unreal, so exciting, doing it in the shower. Hell, she’ll probably want to do it in every room of my apartment, I thought. It made sense, seeing as how Vinyl came off as a very adventurous mare. And I was surprisingly ok with that. After all, I was with the mare that I cared for, so I was willing to try anything (well a few things; a stallion has to set his limits) at least once.

The sound of water coming out of the showerhead startled me back to reality.

“You coming in, Zander,” came Vinyl’s sing-song call from behind the dark blue shower curtain.

“Be right there.” I stripped off my pants and boxers, and with a mischievous grin on my face, shut the bathroom door, and stepped into the shower. This is gonna be a good day, as I submerged myself in a world of steam, and became entangled in Vinyl's naked wet body, this is gonna be a very good day.