“Come on, Anon. Just try it! You’ll have the time of your life,” Vinyl Scratch whined, giving her green skinned friend the best puppy dog eyes she could muster as she held out a little blue pill in her outstretched hand. The harsh, quietly humming light of the backstage bathroom created a sharp contrast between the blue tablet and Vinyl’s milky white fur.
“What is it called again?” Anon questioned, scrutinizing the small blue dot and then looking back up into Vinyl’s signature glasses.
“It’s Make-Anon-have-some-fun-for-once-in-his-life, now c’mon.” she insisted, waving it in Anon’s face.
Anon sighed nervously and finally opened his palm. As unsure as he was about taking illicit drugs, he trusted his friend to give him something he could handle.
Vinyl tilted her hand to the side and let the tiny blue pill drop into Anon’s open hand. She smirked wide and sighed. “I promise it’ll be fun.”
Anon rolled the pill around between his thumb and index finger before deciding to just get it over with. He slipped the pill into his mouth and expressed a little bit of discomfort before he swallowed.
After Anon gulped the pill down, Vinyl watched his blank stare from behind her purple shades. She clasped her hand around his shoulder and shook him playfully. “Now, you ready to get out there and watch a show?”
“Yeah, of course. I’m always ready for a show from the one and only: Vinyl Scratch!” Anon replied with a genuine smile. His stomach growled. It was at this point that he started to wonder if he should’ve eaten before the show like Vinyl suggested.
“There’s no need to kiss ass,” Vinyl teased, turning and looking herself over in the mirror. She adjusted her tight black tank top, pushed up her boobs, and tugged down her loose shorts to reveal just a little bit of her midriff. “Alright, I think we’re ready!” She opened the bathroom door and gestured for Anon to go ahead “Go get ‘em!”.
Walking past her and still smiling, Anon waved goodbye before making his way out of the backstage entrance and into the club itself. If it wasn’t for the light emanating from the main stage, the entire club would’ve been bathed in darkness, save for the bar. The chattering of the already tipsy ponies was at a dull roar, almost blocking out the sound of the generic songs they always played before the first DJ. Pushing his way through the crowd, Anon’s nostrils were overwhelmed with the many scents of different alcoholic beverages and puffs of smoke. He thought at this rate he was going to develop a pleasant contact high before the blue pill kicked in. After a bit of a struggle, he found himself almost at the center of the front row, pressed tightly against the rail that separated the crowd from the stage.
Vinyl waved back to Anon as he walked away, then climbed a couple of steps onto the dark stage. There was a small spotlight shining on her seat at the DJ booth, which she used to find her way there. She spent a few minutes fiddling with the sliders and buttons on her mixing board, then grabbed her neon green headphones and placed them around her neck. She put two fingers on two sliders, then cranked them up as two bright white spotlights lit up the stage, creating an intense reflection off of Vinyl's glasses. The ambient music went off and the crowd fell mostly silent. "Who's ready to have a good time tonight?" Vinyl shouted into her microphone, putting a record on the turntable and bringing the headphones to her ears.
Anon cheered with the rest of the crowd, a grin creeping onto his face. Along with everybody else his eyes were focused onto the gleaming spectacles Vinyl was wearing. He had been waiting all day for this, and the tension in the air was palpable. Her shows were always unique. It’s why she was as passionately followed as she was, no matter how small that following might be.
Grin growing wider, Vinyl switched the mic off and set it down next to her mixing board. She let the needle drop onto the record and watched it spin on the platter. There was a brief moment of silence before the music started a quick crescendo into hard thumping beats. The spotlights above Vinyl flashed brighter in sync with the music as she started to bob her head back and forth, watching the crowd slowly ease into it.
Starting to rock back and forth to the music, Anon could barely think of anything except the bright, pulsating white lights above him. His mind zoned out, and he focused entirely on Vinyl’s flashy glasses. He wobbled a bit on his feet and held tighter onto the guard railing.
The music began to build and Vinyl started hopping in place in time to the beat. She moved around and loosened up, getting a good feel for the place like any good DJ should. The song loosened up along with her, gradually swelling faster and louder. When the song got going and about to reach its peak, she cut the music and let the lights shut off. The whole club was blinded by the darkness. Everyone held their collective breath instinctively. Vinyl waited a moment, then flicked a switch and hit the place with a booming wave of bass, illuminating the crowd with a barrage of flashing, colorful beams of light- giving them what they came for.
Anon felt his vision instantly blur and watched the bright colors blend together. He got knocked around from body to body as all the ponies began to jump and yell wildly around him. He held onto the railing for dear life, pressing his chest up against it and leaning forward over it. He took a few deep breaths, and closed his eyes. He held like that for a few moments as he got pushed harder up against the railing, then opened his eyes again and looked down at the floor when he could barely stand it anymore. What he saw surprised him.
There was a spreading puddle of goopy-looking colors swirling around and glowing as brightly as the lights around him. He lifted his feet so he wouldn't step in the mysterious liquid and put one foot on top of the railing to hold his balance. He felt himself get pushed again. He glanced behind him and gasped, then jumped. There was a violently shifting ocean of shadowy blobs back there that he didn't dare look at again. He felt safer with those vibrant lights. He braced for impact and tumbled forward onto a tranquil field of grass. Glancing to the side, he first noticed the flowers quickly sprouting and even blooming all around him. He dug his hands into the grass and gripped the soil. He sighed wistfully, then looked up and saw his friend Vinyl. "Hi, Vinyl... The birds sound different today." he said in a friendly tone, watching the sky shift around behind her pretty purple glasses.
Vinyl stared down in awe at her friend who had not only jumped over the crowd barrier and crawled his way to her booth, but was also babbling incoherently. Glancing back up, she saw a security guard making his way over to her booth. If he caught Anon he’d throw him out for sure and the last thing he needed was to be out on the street high as a kite.
Seeing Vinyl look past him, Anon looked backwards also and saw an astronaut hopping across the beautiful landscape straight for him. Looking for somewhere to hide from this space menace, he spotted a nearby cave entrance behind Vinyl. Crawling over and into it as fast as he could, he turned around to see the monster stop outside the cave. It stood outside for an eternity before eventually leaving. Breathing a sigh of relief, Anon looked around the box to see that the entire back wall and floor were covered in slithering, shiny black snakes. They swirled here and there, utterly blocking out whatever they touched. But... they looked friendly enough. The only other thing in there with him was Vinyl’s black and white sneakers. They had a brilliant neon green stripe running down each of them, giving them a slight personal touch. Thinking hard about how nice they looked, he couldn’t help but wonder what was inside them. He bet what was inside was definitely better. Pushed on by his burning curiosity, he grabbed her left shoe and started working it off of her.
After waving the guard away, Vinyl breathed a sigh of relief. She kept the show going as she felt Anon stirring underneath her booth. Luckily, most of the ponies in the crowd seemed to either not notice or not care about her drugged up friend who was now tugging pretty hard at her shoe. "Just let him have it." Vinyl thought to herself, lifting her foot up and pulling it free from her sneaker, her sock came off along with her shoe.
Anon felt himself gasp a sharp intake of breath as the most beautiful foot he'd ever laid eyes upon was uncovered from its prison. Vinyl's fur seemed to glow faintly as if to attract him towards her lovely toes. He leaned in to get closer to them, pursing his lips as he imagined each of his tastebuds lighting up from the unbelievable flavors of Vinyl's delectable little digits. He stuck his tongue out and licked the bottom of his friend's big toe, then started to suckle on it.
A shiver ran up Vinyl’s spine as she felt a warm, wet sensation envelop one of her toes. Leaning back to see what her friend was doing, she was greeted with the sight of him sucking on her toe like a baby might a pacifier. Despite the heavy red shade that was now displayed on her cheeks, she didn’t pull her foot out of her friend's mouth. Instead, she went back to work on the decks, deciding to let her friend continue in whatever hallucination he might be having.
Humming lowly, pleasantly, Anon lathered her toe with his saliva, continuing to suckle on it with all of his affections. Rubbing his tongue along the underside of her toes, he could taste every ridge that he ran across. The flavors that washed over his tongue were even better than he had expected them to be, the taste of being wrapped in a sock inside of a shoe was almost like a fine wine- and just as intoxicating.
Vinyl tried to focus on her work, doing her best to watch over everything diligently. It took a lot more effort than usual due to the fact her best friend was lapping unabashedly at her foot. Though she tried to ignore it, what Anon was doing felt really sweet and she was admittedly starting to like it. She curled her toes as she felt his tongue glide over her sole down to her heel.
Anon groaned passionately. His boner threatened to tear a hole through his pants and peek out to say hello. "Hi, boner," Anon replied quietly, placing kisses all over Vinyl's gorgeous, glowy, delicious, hot, sweaty, and... What was he talking about again? Oh yes, there was a foot in front of him that he was sucking on.
"Anon, what the fuck, man?" Vinyl whispered to herself, trying not to laugh as she took another look down at him. He was really getting into her foot. Like, full-on making out with it. She kinda liked the attention. As she looked back up at the crowd, she wiggled her toes around for Anon, then pumped her fist in the air in tune with the music and lights.
Pitching a huge tent in his pants, Anon kept up his unrelenting pace of rapid kisses and licks on Vinyl’s smooth, delicious sole. He thrust his hips forward and back in smooth, rhythmic motions along with the music. His hands, desperately needing something to grab onto, squeezed gently at Vinyl’s leg as he kept kissing, feeling a burning sensation around the tip of his tightly confined cock.
Vinyl played along, smothering her friend’s face with her freshly licked sole and getting into a really nice groove with the crowd as well as Anon. Having company here in the DJ booth with her was a new and fun experience, even if that company was entirely preoccupied with slobbering all over her foot.
Anon thrusted harder and faster as Vinyl, his foot goddess, finally brought her holy weight down on his face. He moaned loudly as if he was losing control of himself in a bout of passionate lovemaking, because that was exactly what was happening. The texture of Vinyl’s slick and perfectly shaped foot pressing down on him, her strong, lewd scent filling his nostrils, the tangy and complex flavors crackling across his tongue. It was too much for one man to bear. Anon fucked his own pants and pictured nothing but his dick sliding roughly in between and across both of Vinyl’s glistening, perfect soles. He clenched his teeth and came his hardest, feeling huge spurts of thick seed burst forth from his rock-hard tool. A large, dark, wet spot seeped into the fabric of his pants, and he fell forward in between Vinyl’s legs. He didn’t even get the chance to look up at her ass. He was down for the count- out like a light not even a moment after the most powerful orgasm of his life.
Vinyl noticed Anon fall face first underneath her and giggled a little out of the corners of her mouth. She wiped her wet foot on Anon’s shirt like a doormat and proceeded with her show, trying her best to maintain her composure.
Anon awoke laying on a cold floor with squinting eyes against a harsh flood of bright, white light. Shielding his eyes with his hand, he blinked a few times as the blurry world came into clearer focus. His stomach growled loudly and he peered through his fingers to find that the blinding white light was actually an array of lights affixed to the wall just above some large mirrors. This was Vinyl’s private dressing room. He looked down to find Vinyl sitting in a rather imposing position and looking down at him. He got up on his knees and smirked with a hint of guilt. It seemed like the show was over, and he didn’t have much of any recollection. He immediately noticed that his friend was barefoot, though he didn’t mind one bit. Perhaps it was some kind of post-show relaxation technique? “Uh… I guess I blacked out. How was the show?”
Vinyl lifted both of her bare feet and gently tapped each of Anon’s rosy cheeks one after the other with her toes, then pointed down at the big cum stain on his crotch. “You, my friend, have some explaining to do~”
