Author's Note

EDITED AS OF 20.10.2015. Minor edits, but still ones that matter.

Spinning and Rolling

Vinyl Scratch sat on her haunches, watching what she could through the keyhole. She could only see glimpses of what was going on, but the scene was clear enough. Octavia had gotten up onto the bed and presented herself, and the human was approaching her...

While she could only see bits and pieces of the action, the earlier moans had been all too audible.

"I should be working on my set," she muttered to herself. "Stupid sexy Octavia, bein' all loud 'n' hot like that."

She took another peek, trying to get a glimpse of the details.

She heard Octavia whine, "Fine, you win. Please... Touch me."

The human's reply was like music in Vinyl's ears. "But I have been touching you."

"Please," came the muffled voice from behind the door, "Stick your Celestia-cursed fingers in my pussy. Play me! Play me like a dirty bucking instru-Ahn!"

Vinyl bit her lip. This is hot. Her hoof slowly wound its way down her chest, gently rubbing past her teats as she reached, as though in trance, for her marehood. She watched the human do... something. It wasn't quite clear through the keyhole but the effect it had could clearly be heard - Octavia usually tried quite hard to avoid making noises like that.

The next sound Vinyl heard was a loud, coarse smack that seemed to resonate through the doorway. She bit her lip harder and started touching herself in earnest. The soft base of her hoof rubbed against her clit, and she couldn't help but envision herself in that room. She had seen Octavia with lovers before... But she'd never heard a reaction like this. He was dominating her, and she was loving it. Vinyl wished she could get a closer look at the action, but the sounds were enough to drive her fantasies.

Her horn sparked up and a white-blue field started to glow on her nether lips. It slowly coalesced into a phallic shape, and Vinyl cooed softly as she pressed her favorite toy against her womanhood. As it slowly penetrated her, she couldn't help but imagine being in that room, being dominated by that bizarre, alien creature...

She had to bite her hoof to stop from gasping, but she held her concentration - this was a dance she'd danced many a time. Her hoof went back to her clit as she heard Octavia moan for the beast to go faster, and she in turn went faster, imagining the creature rutting her as though possessed. She panted and gasped as her imaginary lover knelt over her, thrusting in and out like a madman. It drove her crazy, and the sounds of sex coming from the adjacent room only made her imaginations more vivid.

She started gasping as her magic started to wriggle and vibrate, following a beat in her head that seemed to resonate throughout her whole being. She cooed and hoofed herself harder, feeling the pulses course through her. Her legs twitched beneath her, and she struggled for breath as the pleasure became overwhelming.

"B-b-buck, you mooonster," she cooed to the empty hallway, "C'mon. Take me-!" She quietly begged for just a little bit more to drive her over the edge she so desperately sought. Almost immediately, she got what she so desperately needed.

"Harder! Ahn! You're driving me - Ah! - crazy!"

Vinyl squealed into her hoof, her magic pumping like crazy within her as she rushed past the point of no return. She moaned into the darkness, not even caring that someone might hear. Her pussy squeezed around her magic, which dissipated as her world turned to a sea of white. She clenched her eyes shut as her body shook from the intensity and she sunk to the floor. She could feel her pussy gushing out onto the floor as she rode out the waves of orgasmic pleasure.

She lay there for a minute, panting and wheezing, before she remembered where she was. She sat up, her haunches still wobbling, and looked through the keyhole.

They were still going!

She watched silently, biting her lip as the human took slow and measured thrusts, pacing himself.

She slowly stood up on her unstable legs, almost slipping on the mess she had made on the floor. As she walked away, the mare muttered to herself, "I have gotta try that ride out. Wonder if 'Tavi would share?"

The strange bipedal creature skipped through the streets of Ponyville, humming a soft melody to himself. The late afternoon sun warmed his back, improving his mood even further. He completely ignored the strange looks from various ponies. Their expressions usually ranged from curiosity and intrigue to distrust and revulsion. He didn't care. Normally, he'd just ignore it because he figured that his presence would become commonplace and uninteresting soon enough. Now, he ignored it because he genuinely didn't care.

His dry spell was over. Two weeks of being surrounded by technicolor quadrupeds, and before that several months of no luck with the women, and now his losing streak was over thanks to a lovely lady who plays a mean cello.

With her hooves.

...Okay, so it was still a little weird. But not weird enough to ruin his mood. Especially after the 'practice session' that had ran so long into the afternoon. He felt good. So relentlessly good, he reckoned that it made Pinkie Pie look subdued by comparison.

"HEYA JAMIE!"

Suddenly and completely without grace, James was bowled over by what appeared to be a pink version of the Tasmanian Devil. Coming to a rest with the creature on top of him, he opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by Ponyville's preposterous party-planning pony plunging a previously-prepared pastry into his mouth.

Dammit James, you know better than to challenge her like that, especially right in front of Sugarcube Corner. She's a mind-reader!

Pinkie Pie snorted and giggled. "You look so much happier today and I couldn't help but surprise you with a 'congratulations for making up with your friend' cupcake!"

"Pinkie. Get. Off. Me," James grunted, mumbling through pieces of cupcake and frosting in his mouth.

He stood back up, pushing the pony aside, but the grin quickly returned to his face. "Yeah, we did a little more than making up."

The gears turned in Pinkie's head as she stared at him, a puzzled look on her face. A moment later, her eyes widened as she deciphered James' statement.

"So that's what I smell on you," she declared triumphantly. She hopped in a circle around Jamie, chanting, "Jamie's got a marefriend, Jamie's got a marefriend!"

An errant twitch of his eyebrows surprised him, but James had already decided that nothing was going to ruin his day. After all, he had woken up this morning next to a stunning mare, and he had felt absolutely okay about it. What could go wrong?

Smiling, he reached out and scratched Pinkie behind the ears. After all, there was hardly a better way to get that ball of energy to calm down. Sure, it would get him some funny looks from passers-by, but he wasn't about to be put off by that today, no sir!

The obnoxious chanting abated almost instantly as Pinkie leaned into him, inviting his fingers to work their magic.

He whispered to her, "Pinkie... Come on. Not everyone has to know that. Let's have a little discretion, eh?" He removed his fingers from her mane, and gave her his warmest grin.

Pinkie snapped back to reality and gave him a knowing nod. "All right, I'll keep quiet about it."

His expression became somewhat milder. "Besides, I don't know if that's what's going on yet. We never really talked about it that much." He sighed, a pensive look passing over his face, before he continued. "Anyways, Pinkie, it's been a pleasure, but I have to go. Twilight is probably going to come looking for me pretty soon if I don't check in with her."

"Yeah, and I should get back to work. It's busy in there today!" She took off at an unreasonable speed through the doors of Sugarcube Corner.

Chuckling to himself, James continued his walk through Ponyville. Whatever he and Octavia were, they'd figure it out the next time they spoke.

Before he could pass the sugary bakery, Pinkie ran up to him again.

"Wait, Jamie, Vinyl wanted me to give you this," she said, rummaging around in her mane until produced a brown package. "She also said she was sorry about yesterday."

"Vinyl..." He puzzled for a moment, before he realized who Pinkie was talking about. "You mean that white unicorn with the blue mane?"

"Yeppers, that's her! She seemed really bothered about it." Pinkie's expression didn't seem to match what she was saying at all - her tone seemed worried, but she gave him what seemed like a sly wink.

James raised an eyebrow, wondering what she meant, but decided to ignore it. Pinkie was Pinkie, after all. He shrugged.

"Oh, I'm fine. Didn't you have to get back to work?"

Her eyes widened in shock, and she zipped back, as though pulled by a rubber band. James shook his head, laughing as he continued on his merry way.

Home sweet home. Well, really, just one room on the ground floor of another couple's home. It wasn't much, but the bed was soft and the walls were thick enough for him to avoid most of the noise complaints when he practiced. Indeed, he had never felt quite so happy to call a place like this home. The whole situation had seemed very alien to him at first, but he felt like he was finally getting used to things. Getting over the prospect of literally never having sex again will do that to a person.

He dropped off his violin case and made for the kitchen, where Lyra was rummaging through the fridge.

"Hey Lyra," he said, reaching past her to grab at the leftover half a sandwich he had from the previous night. "How's everything?"

Lyra's face fell as he took the sandwich, and he shot her a "You-do-know-that's-my-sandwich-right?" look. It wasn't the first time he'd had to shoot an annoying roommate that look, and he wasn't about to shy away just because Lyra was technically his landlord.

She settled for a somewhat wilted tulip salad and sat down at the table with him.

"Not bad, not bad. Can't complain." A sly grin came over her face. "So," she mumbled between bites of her salad, "Where were you last night? And the night before?"

James grinned back. "Out." He knew this game, and he enjoyed it.

"Out where?"

"Oh, places." He was also better at it than most liked to put up with, although he had yet to find Lyra's limit.

"What kinda places?"

"Fun places."

The mint-colored mare puzzled for a moment, and then guessed, "You spent the night at a friend's house?"

"Well, kinda." Try as he could, he couldn't keep the faint smile from ruining his poker face.

"...A mare's house?"

"And that's all you're getting out of me," he replied, grinning ear to ear. He paused just long enough to see her disappointed reaction, and then decided to rub it in. "I'm in a good mood today."

He took another bite of his sandwich. The ham and bacon were missing, but the lettuce and tomatoes worked pretty well on their own. Focusing on the sandwich distracted him from the curious expression forming on his housemate's face, and let him ignore her question until she repeated it.

"...I said, how was it?"

"A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell." He gave her a warm, innocent smile and took another bite, slowly savoring both the taste of his sandwich and his ability to drive her mad.

Lyra pouted. "Whatever. Jerk."

"Oh, don't be like that." He ruminated for a moment, flexing his digits, and then decided to twist the knife one more time.

"Apparently fingers are pretty good at hitting those hard-to-reach spots."

Lyra blushed and sat back in her chair, apparently done with her interrogation.

"Huh, bet a unicorn could do it better," she muttered to herself.

The table relapsed into a temporary awkward silence. James finished his sandwich off, and looked to the package he had left on the table.

"Wazzat?" mumbled Lyra through a bite of her salad.

"I'm not sure." James carefully removed the tape on the sides of the box, and opened it. Inside, there was a record in a sleeve, and a note. Opening it, he began to read.

Hey James,
Sorry we got off on the wrong hoof the other day. I guess I took the ribbing a little too far.

Anyways, Pinkie's throwing a party in a little over a week, and she asked me to provide the music. I saw your concert and thought to myself, "You know what would really turn this up to 11? Your sick chops and my sick wubs." If you're interested, just meet me in the basement of #16 Canterlot Road, tonight at 7, and we'll talk it over, see how we feel about it. It's a paying gig, in case you're wondering.

-Vinyl

P.S. I dunno if they have music like what I do where you come from. The record has a few tracks of mine on it; give it a listen.

James put the note down, and turned to Lyra. "So apparently, Vinyl wants me to guest star with her at one of Pinkie's parties."

She grinned. "Ooh, awesome. Pinkie only hires her for really sweet parties. You should totally go."

"Yeah... I've actually never heard her music before." He took note of the way Lyra's eyes widened. "Do you guys have a record player?"

"Upstairs bedroom. Go. Don't wait. You're gonna love this."

James shrugged, and grabbed the record. "Okay then, I'll be right back."

The house shook for about five minutes, and then Lyra heard the human thumping down the stairs. Probably taking two at a time again. He ran into the room, his eyes wild and fiery, a crazy grin plastered across his face. She'd seen that face before, not too long before his concert. She made a mental note to congratulate him about his performance at some point.

"Hey Lyra?" he panted, slightly out of breath.

"Yeah, James?"

"What time is it?"

"A little past 6... Why?"

But he was already gone.

It wasn't too long before James stood before an unassuming wooden door at the outskirts of town. He could faintly hear the thump of bass emanating from within. The basement entrance seemed out of place with much of the rest of Ponyville, the typical cobblestone architecture giving way to dirt steps and a concrete floor, but the number on the postbox was quite clear - #16.

He pulled open the door, and he was greeted by a pony that looked like it had seen its fair share of rough nights sitting in a booth by the entrance. The bulky stallion looked at him and grunted.

"So this is what she meant by 'you'll know it when you see it', huh? Pon-3 told me she'd be looking for you. She's just finishing up her set now; afterwards, go meet her in the backstage area. You'll want this."

He slid a wristband over, and James put it on. It had the word "VIP" printed on it.

"Until then, feel free to enjoy the show, and welcome to the Night Mare."

The air was thick and musty, pulsing in soft bass tones as James walked down the poorly-lit, narrow corridor. He put his hand on the metal door at the end of it, and pushed it open.

The soundproofing behind him, the throb of the bass rose into a crashing wave that stunned him for a moment. As he regained his bearings, he found that he was overlooking a large dance floor, where bodies seemed to pulse and thrust with the music, hooves against the floor helping to build the intensity of the rhythm. The space in front of him was dark and muddled, with most of the lighting coming from strategically-placed strobes or glow-sticks worn by ponies in the audience, but far above, the stage was awash with light.

Blazing spotlights poured down on the stage and the mixing board that was its main centerpiece. The surrounding stacks of amplifiers thumped, visibly vibrating with the force of the music. However, the lights shone brightest on the pale coat and electric-blue mane of the mare commanding the whole thing. James stared at her, the rhythmic motions of her head, the way she danced back and forth on the stage, the glint of magenta from her glasses.

A hoof grasped his arm, breaking him out of his reverie. He looked to see who had grabbed him, only for a sharp tug to send him stumbling down to the dance floor. He managed to right himself by slamming into someone else, who shouted out an excited, "WOO!" and spun away, presumably to continue the mosh-pit chain reaction.

James looked around for the guilty party, and saw a cyan-skinned pegasus with a scruffy, rainbow-colored mane dancing over to him. He was pretty sure he had seen her at Pinkie's "Welcome To Ponyville" party, and around town - you don't tend to forget features like that.

"Hey," she shouted over the blaring music, "You seem lost. C'mon, dance with me!"

"No," he shouted back, "Not now, please!" He tugged at the straps of his violin case, half to make a point and half to press it to his body and keep it out of danger.

"ALL RIGHT EVERYPONY, WHO'S FIRED UP?" The voice blared through the speakers as the last song wound down and the next started up. "I GOT ONE MORE NUMBER FOR YOU TONIGHT! WHO'S READY FOR THE BASS CANNON?"

The crowd exploded, roaring a mismatched chorus of cheers, screams, and chants of "DJ PON-3!" as the music started again, a pulsing bassline growing louder and louder.

James slowly wound his way through the mass of ponies, leaving the sunken recess and surveying his surroundings. He saw a burly-looking pegasus with tiny wings standing in front of a door marked "VIP" across the room, and took the long way around the dance floor to get there. He presented his wristband, and the stallion grunted, allowing him passage.

The area was a simple backstage establishment. A drab room with a sofa, a small buffet table stocked with snacks, a few chairs in no particular arrangement. James set his violin case down, grabbed a can of soda, and sat down on the couch.

Alone in the room, he listened as the music outside, still clearly audible despite layers of soundproofing, reached a fever pitch. He envisioned himself alongside it, laying down a melody over the bass, and he liked what he heard.

He slowly and carefully took his violin out of its case and plucked at a string, ensuring the tuning matched what was going on outside. As she wound up for the next drop, he brought the instrument to his chin, ready to pre-empt the drop. The melody seemed all-too-clear, and his bow buzzed across the string, flinging the contents of his mind across the room.

Another minute of the bass thumping and his violin wailing, and it dropped exactly where he knew it would, leaving a palpable silence that was all too soon swallowed up by loud jeers and screams of the partying crowd. He heard a muffled voice shout, thanking everyone and telling them that the next set was at some hour he couldn't make out. He ran over the melody in his head, doodling on his violin, searching for the right notes.

He wasn't at it long when Vinyl stepped into the VIP lounge. Her white coat seemed so much less shiny, her blue mane so much less vivid without the white-hot spotlights, but her magenta eyes shone brightly in the mild pall of the bulbs overhead.

"You're here early," she remarked, passing him by to grab a bottle of some indeterminate liquid from the table. "Catch any of the set?"

James grinned, lowering his violin. "Yeah, pieces of that last song."

"You like?"

"Yes, a lot! I can totally see what I should play to that, too. That said, if you want me to join you, you're gonna have to relax some of the upper registers."

"...Beg your pardon?"

James rolled his eyes. "There's no space in your music. I can't play over the high keys."

Vinyl gave him a look that shifted between puzzlement and insult, then shrugged and took a long swig from the bottle. "So, I take it you're interested?"

"A paid music gig? At this point I'll take what I can get." James chuckled, then noticed the sour look on Vinyl's face. Definitely insulted. "I'm kidding," he reassured her. "Your music sounds really good, and it's a wonderful basis to work with. Do you want to run over a few tracks, or maybe-"

She cut him off. "Thanks. Hey, sorry about yesterday."

His smile faded as he remembered. "It's fine," he grumbled. "Don't bother hungover humans; we can get aggressive. Sorry for throwing you out."

"No hard feelings, then?" The mare looked at him... hopefully? He couldn't quite read the expression.

"No hard feelings," he confirmed. "So... You want to work on some material? I kinda figured we'd be figuring that stuff out."

Vinyl dismissively waved a hoof in his general direction. "Eh, I'm kinda tired from that set. Besides, I know you've got what I'm looking for already."

"...Seriously?"

"I saw your show the other night. Trust me, I know a good collaboration when I see one."

James gave off an irritated look. "Seems kinda unprofessional to me."

"Professionalism proschmessionalism," she replied, waving a hoof around dismissively. "Are you saying you can't do this?"

"I didn't say that," he grumbled.

Vinyl walked up to him, smiling. "Awesome. Look, I didn't really invite you here to listen to you play."

He sighed. "Yeah, but you barely know what I can or would play to this. And I really was looking forward to playing music with you." As much as he tried to hide it, his disappointment was quite visible.

"There'll be time for that later. Tonight, I kinda want to do some other stuff. Show you the ropes, you know?"

As James wondered what that had meant, the door to the VIP-lounge burst open, and the pegasus from earlier waltzed in. Much to James's dismay, she butted into the conversation with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer. "Vinyl," she said, "Radical set!"

Vinyl gestured to the newcomer, and said, "James, meet my close friend Rainbow Dash. You can call her Dashie." James didn't miss the annoyed glare Dash shot her. "I'll be honest, there's a reason I invited you here instead of, say, to my pad. You see, I was kind of a dick before, and I wanted to make it up to you. And what better way than giving you a VIP tour of the Ponyville night life?"

Rainbow tilted her head, giving him an odd stare. "He doesn't seem to like dancing," she said, a somewhat dismissive tone creeping into her voice.

James stood up, stretching his neck. "I had to take care of my violin." He popped his joints, nodding at the instrument beside him. "I didn't want to break that."

"Pfft. Who brings that to a nightclub." Dash punched him in the shoulder, laughing.

"Someone who thought they'd have to audition?" he said, rolling his eyes. "Not that I'll be using it any time soon," he grumbled, sitting back down.

Vinyl laid her hoof across Dash's withers. "Hey, lay off him. James is cool." She turned to James, shooting him a winning smile. "C'mon, man, it's not all bad. Just chill out and have a good time with us. I didn't think you'd bring your violin, and this really isn't the time or the place for a jam."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," he muttered, placing his violin back into its case. "We can play music some other time."

Concern crossed her face. "Are you into this kind of thing at all? Dancing, loud music, crowds, laser shows...? 'Cuz if not, you don't have to stick around. It'd be a shame... I was looking forward to showing you a thing or two, but it's fine."

James reassured her, "It's not my usual scene, but I usually have a good time when I go to things like this." His smile grew as he thought about his past exploits on a college trip to Prague. "Get plastered, dance until your legs want to give out, take some things of very questionable legality... Good times."

Vinyl chuckled at him. "That doesn't sound like you."

"Just because I treat my professional life with respect doesn't mean I can't cut loose," he responded, chuckling to himself. "I thought this was business, but I can work with a little pleasure."

"Good to hear. Just one question, then." Her face took on a devilish grin. "Do you..." Her horn glowed, and a small plastic baggie flew out from underneath the couch. "...Really want to get to know the night life?" She held the baggie in her magic, showing off the small, white pills within.

He blinked, staring at the round tablets. "These look like things of very questionable legality," he said, laughing. Just like Prague.

Dash grinned back. "Oh, they're not questionable. They're forbidden. For being too awesome."

The unicorn passed one of the pills to her, and held another up for James to take.

James stared at the small pill and took on a more serious tone, trying to hide the uncertainty in his voice. "How long is this going to last? I have to work tomorrow..."

Vinyl patted him on the side. "Eh, a few hours. You'll be a bit hung over afterwards, but not worse than after a few drinks."

James stared at the pill with some mild trepidation. He had tried party drugs before, once, and the experience had been not entirely unpleasant. He grabbed it from the magic's grasp, and looked to the two mares. "What the hell," he said, a wide grin on his face. "You only live once."

"You know," Rainbow smirked, "You always seemed like such a square when I saw you."

"Oh come on" he responded, chuckling to himself. "I'm not that boring, am I?"

The look from Dash said it all.

"Okay, fine, so maybe I'm a little overdue on the whole 'cutting loose' thing." He adjusted his collar and held up the small white tablet. "To not being a square, I guess."

Together, the three of them downed the pills.

James blinked twice, looking at the two mares, and said, "When should it kick in?"

"Give it a minute or so," Vinyl responded. "Let's just say..." She kicked open the door to the VIP lounge, dropped her magenta shades over her eyes, and shouted over the loud music that blared in after her, "This party is about to get Pon3-licious!"

The music thudded in James's head as he followed the two out into the teeming mass populating the club. The new DJ team, a pair of stallions, were bobbing their heads back and forth in sync as the music poured from the speakers. The sound entranced James, and he waded out onto the dance floor, his head bobbing above the rest of the crowd. As the music dropped away, a drumroll building in the background, he felt the flow of energy within them, ponies slowing down their movements, holding back, waiting for the drop. The lights dropped out completely, and with a high-pitched scream from the DJ, the bass dropped.

"Oh COME ON!"

The lights and sounds exploded from the speakers and strobes. James felt the rays pierce him, the deep bass pushing down on him as his head waved back and forth. The ground felt like it was rumbling, shaking beneath him; it was all he could do to move his feet in time with the shockwaves sent out by the massive subwoofers. The lights flickered, bathing the area in patterns of light and darkness, and in the flashes, James saw a stampede - a torrent of movement that seemed to be traveling too fast to make out, without actually going anywhere.

The seconds blurred together, and then the minutes. There was nothing there but the music, the sound of hooves slamming the floor, and a feeling of incredible togetherness. He spun around the room, his body quaking with delight, whipping random ponies up into impromptu paired dances and hugs, eliciting more than a few shocked reactions. Whirling around, he slammed into a large stallion's rump, who kept his balance and slammed back, sending him stumbling into another group of dancing ponies, knocking a magenta-colored mare to her knees. He paused his bouncing, reaching out a hand to help the pony up to her hooves, and giving her a deep, long hug. His smile only widened when, after a moment's caution, the mare hugged back.

Her fur along his exposed neck felt like nothing James had felt before - velvety and soft, eliciting a sizzling tingle as she rubbed ever-so-gently against him. The soft bristles tickled his senses, sending jolts of fire across his collarbone. Her long, curly mane was right there, and he sniffed it, letting the intoxicating scent of lavender and peppermint fill his mind, the color and the aroma tinting his vision pink and purple. He moaned softly into the tide of the music, a gentle sound unheard by all but those closest to him.

The mare pulled back, blushing softly, and smiled sheepishly at him.

He smiled back, taking her shyness and returning unabashed warmth before he twirled away.

He continued his wild dance through the room, a wide grin on his face. He wouldn't have been able to tell if it had been minutes or hours when a wing snagged his arm at the edge of the mass and pulled him away. He whirled around to find himself face to face with Dash.

"THIS IS AMAZING," he shouted over the music.

"TOTALLY RADICAL, RIGHT?" she shouted back, her head bobbing in time with the insistent rhythm of the music. "Come with me," she said, grabbing the hem of his shirt insistently with her teeth.

The music still pulsed in his head as they moved to a quieter alcove, removed from the proceedings by an aisle and a locked door, where Vinyl was waiting for them on a plush couch. She raised a glass of some bubblegum-pink liquid, took a swig, and said, "Hey James, enjoying yourself?"

James stared at the mare in front of him, and the words bubbled forth. "Yeah, it's really great here. The music is fun, and I can feel the energy, and everything is just awesome!" He walked forward and hugged the unicorn, nuzzling his chin on her head. "Thank you so much!" He turned to the pegasus and did the same thing, casually stroking the edges of her wing. "And thank you too! I love this!" The feathers felt soft and pliable beneath his fingers, and the muscles twitched and pulsed, showing a strength their size would seem to make impossible.

Dash pulled her wing away, blushing. "Getting frisky, are we?"

Vinyl looked at James' puzzled expression and laughed. "Oh, he wouldn't know. Dashie, didn't I tell you what happened when he met Octavia? James, grabbing a pegasus's wing is... how did Pinkie say you put it... 'A sex thing'?"

James blinked, confused, and then broke out laughing, an unnatural exuberance filling him. "That would totally explain why Flitter kicked me," he giggled, remembering an unfortunate encounter. Almost as quickly as his confusion had left him, a thought occurred.

"It doesn't bother you... does it?" he asked, a frown forming on his face.

She chuckled.

"No, we were kind of hoping to buck you anyways."

She leaned in to give him a quick kiss before he could react. Her lips burned on his, even for the split-second that they made contact, and when she pulled away, she gave him a seductive smirk.

James looked, dumbstruck, from her back to Vinyl, and started laughing. "Seriously?" he asked in disbelief.

He backed off, but didn't know why. Something told him this was a bad idea. That he was forgetting something. He tried to focus on it, remember what was bothering him, but the past felt so fuzzy. By contrast, the present was in sharp relief to an almost absurd degree, and he giggled with sudden giddiness. The music was still there in the background, providing a throbbing buzz that clouded his senses, but he looked around him and noticed that the alcove they were in was fairly private, and that the floor was incredibly soft.

"Yeah, seriously." Vinyl slowly stalked around him. "After hearing how you treated my roommate... I just had to try."

There it was again - something deep in his mind seemed to shout at him that it was a bad idea.

But it was somehow deep and distant, and his train of thought was interrupted again as he felt a muzzle slide up against his ribs.

"The Night Mare isn't just a dance club, you know," Vinyl breathed as she pressed her nose under the hem of his disheveled shirt. "Most of the patrons come here to dance, but there are... other things that go on here in private." Her snout felt warm and fleshy, the hot air dancing across his skin like the angels on their proverbial pin.

James moaned softly. He felt a tap on his shoulder, and turned around to see Dash opening up for a hug. She embraced him, first with her hooves, and then with her wings. The feathery appendages surrounded him, turning his world into a sea of downy, sky-blue feathers and giggles, as the both of them burst into laughter for no good reason.

James felt the wings part slightly to allow Vinyl to kiss the nape of his neck.

"I just thought," she said throatily, "That you might want to get to know the other types of pony. After all, from my experience..."

He felt something soft, almost ethereal brush against his groin.

"...Earth ponies are the boring ones."

James looked down to notice the front of his pants glowing slightly, and immediately felt pleasure surge through him as his soft member was teased by a rubbing, feeling surge of magic, which, though it quickly abated, left him grinning like a madman.

Dash leaned in to kiss him, and he reciprocated, moaning into her mouth as her tongue snaked out against his. "Touch my wings," she rasped into the nape of his neck, her breath forming eddies and whirlpools against his skin. She pulled away, turning to the side. "I bet you'll love it."

James sighed at the removal of the downy feathers, but eagerly moved up to stroke along her back, just above the joints. Beneath him, the pegasus squirmed. "So sensitive," he half-whispered, half-giggled.

"Yeah," came the voice from behind him, "And you haven't even touched the good parts yet."

James took that as an encouragement to wander further down, gliding his hands over the bony joints, lightly fondling the surprisingly soft material. As he moved up the wing, the bristly fur gave way to velvet down. It felt familiar, but he couldn't quite place it, and didn't really care that he couldn't.

James shrugged, focusing on the pegasus before him. Her wings were fully erect, stretched out behind her, and she whined for him. He ran his fingers over her primaries, remarking at the soft texture, and towards the muscular core that made up her wing. They twitched slightly, moving under his fingers and treating him to the sensation of the flesh holding the feathers in place.

From behind him, Vinyl breathed, "Pegasus wings are phenomenally sensitive. Preening them is a fairly intimate thing, and while it is not necessarily sexual, it usually is." She trailed her muzzle up and down the back of his shirt, coaching him. "The feathers themselves have no nerves, but they're connected to a really... nice spot. Especially the ones nearest the bone. See that one there? It's loose, it needs to go." Her magic highlighted an askew secondary.

Dash cooed as James gently wiggled the indicated pinion until it came out in his hand. "Mm... That is good. So gentle..." As it came loose, she gave her wings a little shake.

James giggled slightly at her reaction, the slight flutter rubbing the feathers against his shoulder. He found another loose feather, and moving as slowly and carefully as he could, removed that one too. His hand slowly strayed back towards the bone.

"That little area of flesh is... Dangerous territory..." Vinyl said with an amused expression on her face. "It's called the wrist and... It's so much fun to tease."

She clicked her tongue at him. "Celestia, why are you wearing so much?"

Her magic enveloped James' body, feeling almost like warm water before his shirt suddenly was tugged free, causing the fabric to tear in protest. Within seconds the shirt was forgotten, as she moved behind him to lick his back, right between his shoulder blades.

"This is the spot you want to aim for. You'll make her go wild." Vinyl voice was sultry and thick with not-so-hidden promises of pleasure.

James could barely restrain his excitement as he followed the lusty white unicorn's advice. His hands started to explore Dash's body. They glided over her silky feathers and down the fleshy wrist beneath, and she gasped in pleasure as her body quivered with a need for more. James wasn't one to keep a pony waiting as he massaged the warm flesh, causing the winged mare to shiver even more. She released subtle signs that she was enjoying it as she started to pant from the stimulation.

James leaned over the smaller creature and gently placed a kiss on her furry neck. He could feel the heat from her body warm his lips. She gasped with excitement, her feathers spreading out further still at his admonitions. He could feel her squirm beneath him and continued his way down her neck towards her withers. He giggled into her fur as she arched her back up to urge him onward. It felt impossibly soft against his lips and cheek, and he stuck out his tongue, feeling the bristles brush up against it. It tickled, and he dragged his tongue down to where the wings met her back.

His reward was a spontaneous wobble and an unsteady moan. James nipped lightly at an axle - he loved the reaction he was forcing out of her, and could feel himself getting harder against her rump. Her wings fluttered as he ran his fingers across the feathers; she gasped and moaned softly as he gently prodded the tented fabric of his pants against her tail. It twitched upwards, giving him a short view of her marehood - and how close he was to being inside her.

Vinyl moaned against his back. "Go on. Show her just how unfair your advantage is."

He laughed, rubbing his hand along Dash's back towards her rear, feeling the skin twitch and wiggle beneath him. Her wings fluttered.

"Ooh, yeah. Vi told me you'd be good... Let's see it."

"Did she now?" James mused softly to himself, sliding his hand across the bristles of her tail. Grasping it tightly, he noted how coarse the individual hairs were, and tugged slightly. That got a gentle gasp from the mare he was playing with. He reached lower, pressing his palm softly against the rear hole.

"Naughty," she neighed.

The tail swatted against his chest, and he groaned as the tingling pain quickly became warm and pleasant. He didn't move his hand, and instead started lightly prodding his thumb against the orifice.

"Do you like my plothole?" she gasped as he pushed softly against it.

"It's tight," he muttered, his other hand sliding off her wings and down to her cutie mark. He rubbed soft circles around the cloud at the top, fingers brushing lightly against it.

Vinyl stood up on her hind legs, leaning against his back, and whispered in James' ear, "Careful; she doesn't like getting spanked the way Octavia does. Now, me on the other hoof..." He shivered as her breath tickled his earlobe. "Not to say she doesn't like it rough..."

He pressed his fingers gently onto the mark, gently tugging and massaging the skin, while his other hand sank lower still, brushing up against the folds of her marehood. He rubbed the bare, pink skin around the hole; it felt like something of a perverse, twitching cross between silk and velvet. He felt the slickness; she was already moist.

"You like that, don’t you?" Dash groaned. "Go ahead - touch it. I'm not afraid." She looked back and gave him a cocky smile.

James couldn't help but feel a certain sense of wonder as he slowly put a finger in, marveling at how hot it was. It felt like sticking it in an oven.

"It can get cold above the clouds, so pegasi are very... Hot-blooded," Vinyl rasped into his ear. "And just imagine what they're like in heat..."

Enraptured, James pushed further, his finger wiggling into the hot, slick hole. He felt a sense of childlike wonder, exploring something new and foreign. "Is this good?" he asked, letting the meekness in his voice shine through.

"Yeah, not bad. C'mon, though, I'm sure you can do better."

"Okay..." He slowly slid a second digit in, feeling her tighten around him as her wings fluttered in excitement. The strangeness of it all enticed him as he pressed further into the scalding, squeezing hole. He didn't get far before her muscles contracted around him, and he stretched his digits against it.

"That's - ooh! - more like it," she moaned, leaning back into him. "But come on, if Vinyl wants you, you've got to be something awesome. Quit holding ba-"

He chuckled and curled his fingers downwards, pulling at the spongy flesh.

"Oh... Wow... That's...." Dash stuttered out a few more short words before her voice was taken over by a high-pitched wail, and she shuddered, her pussy spasming around him, clenching around him like a glorious, silky vice. Her wings slowly spread, extending to their full span and stretching to an almost painful degree. Fluid covered his fingers, and he pulled them out to taste the bitter, salty flavor.

"...Awesome," she squeaked.

"Wow," he breathed.

"Fifteen... Seconds," the pegasus panted. "Not a record."

"Why'd you stop?" Vinyl chided, pressing him forward. "Dashie may come as fast as a Wonderbolt, but that doesn't mean you're done yet. A hair trigger and tons of stamina... Makes me jealous."

James looked in front of him, and sure enough, the pony was still there, wiggling her lithe ass and giving him a look that just screamed 'Fuck me'.

Or 'Buck me'.

James giggled at the vernacular. In any case, the mare clearly hadn't had enough yet.

He placed his fingers back into the winking hole, gently rubbing against the bottom until he found the spot he had touched before. He could feel sweat beading along his body as the heat moved up his arm. The dull violet color of the light on his arm was slowly replaced by a glowing pastel orange-red that seemed to grow from the mare's burning pussy, and he watched with bemusement, his fingers teasing her relentlessly. His own movement seemed to barely register in his head as he watched the spectacle unfolding before him. He worked his fingers up and down against her sweet spot, listening to the moans and feeling the contractions of a mare in ecstasy, and the warm glow slowly shifted lower, enveloping his chest and spreading towards his groin.

He felt her stiffen as another jet of hot fluid coated his hand. She shuddered, her legs wobbling and wings fluttering, trying to stabilize her.

"Awesome..." she groaned. "Fingers are awesome."

James stared down in front of him at the pussy, glowing bright pink even in the dull light of the room.

"Well, I have something you might like more..." He muttered, taking a step forward.

Vinyl cooed into his ear, "Go ahead. Mount her. She's ready."

His pants and underwear slid slowly to the ground. He couldn't tell if he had opened them, or if somepony else had, and he didn't really care. The room was spinning slightly as he moved forward, lining himself up. The heat in his groin seemed to match the heat in hers as the tip brushed up against her outer lips, covering it in her lubrication.

A feather tickled his nose, and a thought struck him. He started chuckling, a soft peal that gradually got louder.

"What's so funny?" whined Dash, turning her head to look at him.

"Ponies," he replied, clearing a tear from his eyes and taking a breath. "You're all ponies. I'm gonna ride a damn pony." His voice turned from a chuckle to a growl as he spoke.

"What do you m-ahn!"

Dash's follow-up question devolved into incoherent moans as he rudely shoved his way in, until her tight rump touched his hips.

The heat was intense. He felt his member grabbed by the strong muscles, like a velvet glove around him, and gasped, pulling back slightly.

"I'm pretty awesome, aren't I?" She swallowed her moans for a moment to boast, looking back at James with a competitive look on her face. "I bet... You've never..."

James rolled his eyes, and cut her latest statement short by grabbing her wings by the wrists and hilting himself inside her again. Her head rolled back on her neck, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she clenched down harder still.

Using Dash's wings as leverage, James started pistoning in and out of the moist passage. As he did, he massaged and tugged the delicate feathers, making Dash's moans turn to screams and she shuddered, bathing his cock in her fluids. She twitched forward, slowly sliding off of him, her wings throwing up a storm of dust as they fluttered in the dank air.

James became acutely aware that the glow radiating from the place they had been connected was gone, and he stumbled forwards, grasping for Rainbow's hindquarters again.

Vinyl put a hoof in front of him, stopping him. "Give her a moment," she cooed, sliding it along his pussy-slicked cock. "Why don't you lie down? We've got a little something special planned for this..."

James laid himself down, his cock twitching in the open air. He noticed his heart was racing, and panted slightly as he rubbed his hands over his cock. Even that felt far more vivid, far more intense than usual. He slowly ran his hand up and down the member, enjoying the slick texture.

Vinyl sauntered around him, staring at the obscene display. "Look at you go," she chuckled, leaning down to sniff at his member. "I wonder if you're into colts; I bet they'd like that too. Hands seem like so much more fun when clopping yourself off."

He smiled. He wasn't into men, but somehow in his brain he couldn't help but imagine sharing the pleasure he felt with others. He imagined wrapping his hands around another cock, remembered his failed experiments in years past, realized he didn't really enjoy the thought, and shook his head.

"Nah, I don't think I'd do that."

"Aww... Oh well." Vinyl brought her head down, and gave a long, languid lick along the back of his cock. "Tastes like rainbow," she said, licking her lips.

"You girls are kinky," he proclaimed, through the daze surrounding his senses.

"Kinky and awesome," responded Rainbow. James hadn't noticed her looming over him, but she leaned down and kissed him, slowly lowering her body over him until the fuzz of her belly rubbed up against his chest. He felt her nipples brush lightly against his member before she slid up, letting it brush against her marehood. She was surprisingly light, but the warm, soft weight felt heavenly against his bare skin. He reached around for a hug, resting his hands at the axles of her wings and giving it a good, deep scratching, much to the delight of the pegasus.

When Rainbow pushed up and off him a moment later, the look on her face seemed slightly irritated. James tried to bring himself up, but she pushed him back down with her hoof, and positioned herself above him.

"My turn to ride," she growled, a tinge of cocky aggression creeping into her voice, "Just sit back and enjoy."

She slowly lowered herself onto him.

It felt different. Although the entrance felt slimy and loose, it quickly became almost unbearably tight, rubbing and chafing against him in a way that almost bordered on unpleasant. He looked down to where they were connected, and saw her softness winking and drooling against his crotch, his cock firmly planted in the other hole. He stared the nearly pained look on Rainbow's face.

"Are you all right?"

"Just... Fine..." She grunted, her face screwed up in concentration as she flexed herself. It felt like a toasty vice around his cock, the ring of exposed muscles squeezing him tight.

"I'm fucking a pony in the ass," he groaned. "This is crazy." He tried to buck his hips, but Dash pushed him back down. She wrapped her hooves around his back, holding him tight as she spasmed around him.

As she sunk further onto his cock, inch by glorious inch, she spoke between moans and gasps.

"Your cock looked good for - ohh - anal, and I - unh - decided I wanted to give it a try." She leaned in and kissed him with all the gentleness of a hurricane, sucking and biting at his lips. As he opened his mouth, she moaned into it. She licked at his teeth and wrestled with his tongue, all the while slowly pumping up and down on his shaft.

It was Vinyl who broke the kiss, pulling Dash away for herself. Her horn started to glow, and James felt the tight, slick passage pulse and tingle around him.

"Vinyl... That's..." Dash reared up, her wings fluttering, and started rubbing desperately against her clit as she slid up and down. The pace increased, and James felt the tight hole tense up against him.

He watched in awe as a phantom cock, made clear only by the shimmering magical field, shook and trembled inside her.

The vibrations coming off of the magical member, which seemed to pulse with the ever-present dull thump of the bass, reverberated throughout his entire body. He could swear he saw a sonic wave shoot across his groin and into his body.

Rainbow Dash leaned forward, moaning incoherently into his shoulder. A look of pain shot across his face as her teeth left deep bruises in his flesh, the pain diffusing into a buzzing tingle that seemed to reach throughout his entire body. He could see it, crashing over his skin like a wave.

In the dim light of the club, it was as if he was a canvas upon which sensations painted themselves. He felt the heat and tightness spasm and flex, a growing need pulsing through his manhood.

"Dash... I'm getting close," he managed to grunt, thrusting clumsily up to meet the mare.

"Then it's time to turn it up to 11," Vinyl crowed, her horn glowing brighter as the vibrations intensified. Rainbow froze, at the peak of her gyration, shuddering and whimpering.

Vinyl whispered to James, "C'mon. Finish the job."

"You got it," he replied, grabbing hold of Dash's flanks and pulling her down, skewering her on his hardness. She was so light in his hands as he thrust up and down, his climax always building, always just over the next hill, but never quite there.

She started to moan, an uninterrupted note, rising in pitch and ferocity by the second, until it became a keening wail, punctuated by intonations of "Celestia!" and "So good!" The ring of muscles around the entrance convulsed wildly, and James thrust like mad, trying desperately to cum.

"Go ahead," came the ever-patient voice from behind, that sultry temptress guiding his every move.

"Give it to her."

A grunt, and James felt the tension that had built up in his nethers spring through the shaft in glorious release. He pulled Rainbow down, hilting himself within her, and released string after string of cum. His mind went blank as pleasure flooded outwards from his crotch, filling up every part of him with a numbing, static haze. Her wings fluttered around him as she moaned and bucked, the impossibly soft cyan feathers further cementing the image building within his head of Rainbow Dash as an angelic figure.

Once he was finished, his load embedded deep inside the mare, his cock softened slowly. The embrace they shared cooled, and Dash, no longer pinned in place by his rod, collapsed off of him.

"So... Not... Fair..." she managed to croak out, eying Vinyl before her head drooped to the plush floor.

"Oh come on, you know most people can't handle all the Dash on their own," Vinyl chided as she leaned down to nuzzle the exhausted pony. "Plus," she eyed James hungrily, "I can't have you tiring him out too fast."

James said nothing, simply laying an arm over the pegasus and lying back to cuddle.

Vinyl was gracious enough to give them a moment to bask in the afterglow. James ran his fingers through the unruly, tangled mane and over the impossibly soft feathers. He sighed, lying back.

"You aren't too tired, are you?" Vinyl asked. Her voice, though still pleasant, rang of strained patience.

He sat up, his back turned to her, still focusing on the cyan bundle of feathers snoozing next to him. "I don't know if I have another one of those in me tonight." He spoke gently despite the goofy smile plastered on his face.

Vinyl reached over his shoulder and held out a bottle of water. "Take this. It's easy to forget to drink while flying."

He took the bottle from her, hastily gulping down the liquid - his thirst had indeed easily been ignored, pushed aside for far more pressing matters. It was only now that he realized how parched he was. Removing the bottle from his lips, he gasped for air, and croaked, "Oh wow, that feels so much better."

"I hope so."

Vinyl took the bottle as well, taking a long chug from it. The music had subsided somewhat; the ever-present throb of the bass becalmed. He guessed that they were switching DJs. In the lull, the room seemed to light up slightly, his senses less overwhelmed. Vinyl walked behind him, rubbing her muzzle against his cheek. A thought occurred.

"Why do all this?" asked James. There was a moment's pause, then he quickly added, "Not that I'm complaining, it just seems odd."

"Why not?" She shrugged. "You're new here, you're kinda weird, and I like weird. I guess I just wanted to see what you can do. You took to Rainbow Dash just fine..." She nodded to the pegasus, who was snoring lightly on the floor, her legs still twitching. "Let's see how you handle a unicorn."

Vinyl bumped her hindquarters up against his shoulder as she sashayed past, turning to meet him.

"I've been patient," she breathed. "I mean, after all, I kinda wanted to show you what you're missing when dealing with just earth ponies..."

Her horn glowed, and a glimmering blue sheen crawled over his bare chest, releasing a cool, soft sensation. It enveloped his nipple, and he couldn't help but giggle despite his fatigue.

"That's ticklish!"

She nipped his side lightly, and chuckled, "Unicorns can do all kinds of lovely things." She let the field disappate. "C'mon. Let's see what you got."

"I dunno if I can get it up again right away," he said, a frown forming.

Vinyl shot him an are-you-kidding-me look, which slowly faded into a sultry stare.

"If all I was interested in was your dick, I could have picked up any number of stallions here." She looked at his wilted member, giggling. "I mean, it's good, but it's nothing special."

James couldn't help but feel slightly insulted at the thought.

"No," she continued, "What I'm after is far more special than any simple cock... And it doesn't go soft."

She reached out a hoof, grabbing his hand, and placed it on her forehead, below her horn. As he reached back to scratch behind her ears, she giggled.

"Behind the ears is great for earth ponies, but for unicorns, the real fun is a little... further forward." She pushed his hand towards the base of his horn, staring at him intently.

Slowly understanding, he lazily ran his fingers over the plush fur surrounding her horn. It started to glow, and a light hum filled the air. "Touch it. It's not sharp."

He ran a finger along the protrusion. It was firm, with a thin layer of what felt like velvet. It felt like it was sending electricity buzzing through his digit as he got closer to the tip.

"Our horns are a conduit for magical energy. Just like a pegasus's wings or an earth pony's hooves, it can be nice when you play with it," she cooed, shivering as his fingers rubbed over the rounded tip.

James nodded and smiled. "So if I do this..."

He wrapped his hand around the horn, and Vinyl's breath caught in her throat.

"...You'll like it?"

The look on her face was one he knew all too well - the look of someone who's had the tides turned on them, who has suddenly realized that their position as the dominant party is at risk. He pressed forward, running his hand up and down the appendage and reveling in the panting moans that she gave him. This was a game he knew all too well, and he was good at it. He slid around her, his hand jerking off her horn as he stretched around to rub her cutie mark.

"Is this good?" he asked, the meekness in his voice giving way to aggression and pride.

"Yeah... Ngh..." Her rump twitched beneath his hand as he kneaded his fingers into the fur. He stretched his arm further out, reaching back around her shapely ass to feel for the damp velvet he knew he was so good with. He felt his hand tingle on her horn - the electric sensation was getting stronger. Looking over, he noticed its glow, providing a source of illumination in the dim light of the room. It danced off his face as he hooked a finger around her petals, probing it into the softness within.

Vinyl's deep, restrained grunts and moans made a pleasing contrast to the wild intonations of Rainbow Dash. She felt more like a hot bath than a raging inferno inside; softer, looser, slightly less warm, and absolutely sodden. "You've been enjoying the show, haven't you?" he murmured, as he ran his hand between and up her hind legs, noting how damp and matted the fur was.

"What can I say," she said, attempting to appear nonchalant and almost succeeding. "You and Rainbow were pretty damn-Oh buck not my cli-Ah!"

She moaned louder as James rubbed his fingers across her clitoris, pleased at how easy it was to find. She bucked her hips and bobbed her head, desperate for more stimulation, and James was all too happy to oblige, pressing harder on the button, enjoying the smooth, sex-slicked texture.

She moaned and gasped as his fingers tapped their way up and down her horn like a violin's fingerboard, hitting all the right notes in smooth succession. He imagined a little tune, humming it to himself as he tapped her button in rhythm, driving her over the edge in a matter of moments.

With a loud moan, Vinyl shuddered. Sparks flew from the tip of her horn, a handful burning themselves into his hand, releasing shockwaves that left his whole forearm tingling. Her pussy seized and flooded around his fingers, and he stepped back, watching the mare's face contort in pleasure.

"Good?" he asked, licking the tangy flavor off of his fingers.

"Yeah," she breathed, her tail still twitching and her rump still shuddering from her orgasm. "Now maybe it's time I returned the favor."

Her horn lit up, and a force pushed him back. He stumbled, collapsing onto his back, staring up at her. She loomed over him, grinning softly, her horn sparking and glowing. The shimmering blue field returned; a patch of glimmering light that slowly rolled over his chest, tingling and sparking with energy. He looked on with awe as it ran down his stomach to his groin, lightly enveloping his half-erect member in the spell. He groaned as he felt tiny shocks run up and down his prick, filling it with warmth. Almost immediately it rose to attention, his vigor seemingly renewed.

Then he felt it move further, down to his balls. It played with them, teasing and tugging at the loose flesh, leaving feelings of pleasure in its wake.

"So wrinkly," muttered Vinyl, staring at it.

It moved further still, rolling waves of pleasure along his taint, before he realized where it was going.

"Wait," he croaked, feeling it rub along his puckered ring, "I don't know if this is a good idea."

The magic paused, and Vinyl loomed over him. Her tongue darted out, running over his earlobe, and in a sultry whisper, she said, "Just... Relax..."

She kissed him, a gentle tingling sensation brushing past both his lips and his sphincter; a pressure which felt not altogether unpleasant.

He broke the kiss, feeling the pressure course through his hole. "I've... n-never..."

"Most haven't," she cooed, her horn glowing brighter as the pressure became more firm, feeling more solid. "But most ponies end up liking it..." As she spoke, he felt her magic press up against him, vibrating and shaking against something that felt...

The realization struck him seconds later. Oh god, I'm gonna c-

His cock shook and wobbled as the foreign sensations coursed through his prostate, and the white liquid started to leak out the top as ecstasy shot through his body.

"Oh fuck," he groaned as the sensations didn't stop. His mind still fuzzy from his release moments ago, he felt the force orb within him continue to pulse, massaging his cock from the inside out as he twitched, the expression on his face somewhere between blissful and pained. "This feels kinda weird..."

Vinyl sneered evilly at him. "You know, I could control it better if I put this in there..." Her eyes flitted upwards towards her horn.

James tried to protest, but it came out as a light moan as Vinyl worked her magic on his ass. He stared up into the unicorn's eyes, watching her sneer as he shuddered. A sneer and... A hint of disappointment?

The realization came abruptly, if somewhat late.

Before Vinyl could react, his hand shot out, grabbing her horn and interrupting her spell. The magic within him died, leaving him feeling empty, but aroused, as he lifted himself to his feet, putting more than a little weight on it. The sudden reversal left her kneeling on her forelegs, her head forced to the floor as James pinned her down, slowly jacking her off.

"You're not really a dom, are you?" He whispered into her ear. Another quick, rough stroke. "No, I've been around the block enough to know your type."

"Oh?" she growled, gritting her teeth and trying to free herself, and stifling a gasp as he tightened his hold around her neck. "What makes you think that?"

"You're not really into it."

Stroke.

Gasp.

"You've been waiting all night for me to take control, haven't you?"

Stroke.

Gasp.

"You have to play all tough and charismatic, but you really like it..."

Stroke.

Moan.

"...When someone puts you in your place."

Stroke.

Clench.

"Ahn!"

He leaned forward, and whispered in her ear, "The safe word is 'Sparkle'."

In a flash, James moved around to her back, releasing her. But before she could even raise her head, he had grabbed her haunches. He felt her tail whip against his chest, and winced at the pain, but it seemed half-hearted - as if she didn't really want him to stop.

"Naughty," he growled, and slammed his palm against her cutie mark. Her body jerked and convulsed, and he watched her bite her hoof to keep from moaning out.

"Don't," she whined. It didn't sound very much like "Don't." More like "Don't stop."

"Oh, don't hold back, you told me you like this," he crowed, smacking her rump again, the fingers on his other hand brushing against her pussy. "C'mon, moan for me. Moan like the whore you are."

And she did. She let out a deep, impassioned groan as he worked her over, tanning her hide with one hand and reaming her pussy with the other. A glorious, pained gasp, a butch groan. Music to his ears.

"You asshole," she crooned after a particularly vicious strike. A symphony in two words, the playful, pleased intonation relaying to him her true meaning.

His fingers curved within her and her knees buckled, spurting a trail of liquid over the ground behind her. Her moans became louder and higher-pitched, as another smack brought her to her quivering, unstable haunches.

"Damn," she breathed as the pleasure subsided. "I was wondering when you'd take the hint. After all, you did this so well with Octavia."

"...Beg your pardon?" James blinked. There was that fuzzy feeling again. That sensation in his gut that he was forgetting something important.

"With Octavia. You know, when you bucked her..."

There it was. That piece that had been missing before. It suddenly fell into place, and James felt a pit open in his gut, a pit wide enough to swallow the joy of the moment completely. His marefriend. He had a marefriend.

Fuck.

"Oh..." He stumbled back, the smile wiped from his face.

Vinyl rose shakily to her hooves and turned to look at him. "What's wrong?" she asked, the look on her own face changing to match the worry on his own.

"Octavia... Fuck..." He stumbled back, stumbling over his own discarded garments."This is not good... I can't believe I did this."

Vinyl looked at him and scratched her neck. "Uh... Is something wrong?"

"Is something wrong?"

The emotions boiled over, the fading high seeming to amplify every guilty thought.

"I cheated on her! I ruined it!" Images started running through his head, vivid reminders of past failures.

"Not even a day after I start going out with her, I do this? With two different ponies? Ponies?! Oh god, I can't..."

"Hey, c'mon, it's not that bad..." Vinyl tried to put a hoof on his shoulder, but he dodged out of the way.

"It's not that bad?"

He stared at her. His face slowly curled into a snarl.

"STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!"

Vinyl flinched back, a shocked, scared expression on her face.

The portrait of rage cracked. The tears would follow soon. They always did.

He hid his face. He couldn't let Vinyl see him cry. He scanned the floor for his clothes. His underwear was missing, and his shirt was in rags. He quickly slipped on his pants and ran for the door, ignoring the mare shouting after him. She didn't need to know where he was going.

He ran through the mostly-abandoned dance floor of the club, the few die-hards not giving him more than a passing glance.

He ran through the doors, missing the guardspony at the door rolling his eyes, and muttering something under his breath.

He ran through the streets of Ponyville. The cool, clear night air which had been so wonderfully different from the smog he had been used to felt empty, and the loneliness permeating the wee hours in Ponyville was absolute.

He didn't stop running until he found himself before the door of his home. The home that had felt so wonderful before. Now it just felt tainted by his drug-filled excess.

Opening the lock, he noticed just how tired he was. He managed to drag himself to his bedroom, where he promptly collapsed into an unconscious heap on the floor.