...Past Midnight
by BaronVonStallion
Edited by Izanagi
You pace behind the curtain, mumbling to yourself. Your hands alternatively rap against your sides quickly. You kept a fast tempo, similar to the speed at which you needed to play.
The crowd around the corner chanted loudly, stomping their fists enough to shake the rather large bar you’re in. Two of your other bandmates were either chilling at the bar, getting sloshed before the show, or picking out groupies for afterwards. Neither of those were really your thing, however. Not that you didn’t enjoy a drink now and again. And you weren’t a prude by any stretch of the imagination.
But this was moments before a show, and you take that shit seriously.
Someone taps you on the shoulder. Turning around, you see the bar’s manager. “You guys are on in five minutes,” he says, looking you up and down inquisitively. He’s obviously judging you, just like every other “responsible” person. You chose to express yourself in a few different ways, like long hair, tattoos and metal, so in their eyes, you don’t belong. You’ve encountered their type enough to get used to them staring at you.
“Thanks dude,” you mutter, clearing your thoughts. Now’s not the time to get distracted. As he leaves, you here the guy grumble something. Ignore it, you think. We’re not here for him. We’re here for them. The crowd is getting louder, their pounding almost overpowering your inner thoughts. You walk further backstage, scooting around thick cables that ran up the walls and out to the semi-elaborate light show you’d prepared.
Playing in a band was originally a side project of your tinkering. It started with parts you’d find off the street, and then your friend’s TV, which may be the reason you have a constant light numbness in your left ear. Eventually, your tinkering led to you messing around with instruments, mainly the guitar. Something about it peaked your interest. You began to play soon after that, and now, here you are. Openly playing your favorite type of music in front of people who actually want to hear you. If only your bandmates were as enthusiastic.
Speaking of which...
“There you are,” you state, seeing the rest of your crew lumber towards the stage. In front was Erik Droudon, your drummer, who, in all honesty, might be insane. Following him was the bassist, Jimmy Slaps. His actually name was Jim Stareliek, but he insisted on Jimmy Slaps, and you didn’t want to bother arguing. He probably wouldn’t stick anyhow; he’d been your fifth bass player in the past month. “Come on, let’s get ready,” you grumble. “We haven’t even when through tuning, pre-show re-checks or-!”
“Chill out, dude...” a voice say from behind you. Spinning around, you’re face to face with the only other person who take your outfit at least somewhat seriously. Her name was Sarah Blackmoore, but your fans knew her as “Siren”. “Here,” she said, tossing something your way. “Catch.”
You reacted quickly, and recoiled when the heavy wooden object collided with you. It was painted matte black, with a white guard resting just under the string, which were new. It’s v-shaped body made it a bit of a hassle to play sitting down, not that you sat much when playing. Your guitar was old and worn, each nick having an interesting or at least funny story behind it.
“Hey!” you grumble. “Careful, man. You coulda hurt Julie!”
Sarah chuckles, shaking her head. “Boys and their toys. Just put the damn thing on, we got a show to do.”
Begrudingly, you shoulder your argument as well as your guitar, tossing the strap along your back. C’mon dude, head in the game. you tell yourself. Let’s blow the ears off these fuckers!
You run out on stage with the rest of your members, the sizable crowd in front of you going wild. The fans are from some of the surrounding cities, you being in one of the only hardcore metal bands around with a female lead singer. When you’d looked for a singer, you knew as soon as Siren opened her mouth, that she was the one. She was perfect; Sarah was musically girted, but not greedy or egotistically. That, and her voice had more balls than any other singer you knew.
“Hey, you bitches!” Siren growls into the mic. “Thanks for coming out tonight, but don’t expect to leave without a bit o’ blood in your ears!” That gets a roar from the crowd, which shakes the club to its core, along with the roof. “We gotta lot of good shit for you tonight, so get fuckin’ ready...” Siren looks back at you, smirking. That was something you liked about her. Unlike you, she could mess around before a show, and it wouldn’t affect her energy on stage. She usually had enough to match you, and tonight was no different. Siren nodded to you, signaling the start of your set.
You slide your left hand up the neck of your guitar, plucking a few strings to make sure it’s in tune.
Whew. Alright.... let’s go.
You start out fast and hard, leading the tempo of the song. Your bassist joins in next, thumping just as hard as you. Then your drummer, his bass triplets sounding off as machine gun fire. The song’s almost in full force now. That’s when Siren drops. She grabs the mic and tucks it near her chin, and releases a throaty growl. Her voices soars across the crowd in all its glory. It’s ear-splitting, but in a good way. As Siren sings, she leads the crowd in their organized chaos, pointing out spaces primed for some wicked pits.
The floor is rocking hard. You smirk, letting the energy of the audience feed your movements. Their chaotic flailing is closer to a beautiful dance, kids launching up like tongues of fire. You shoot a knowing glance to Siren, which signals her to start the real fun.
YEEEEEAAAAAAAAHH!
Siren shrieks into the microphone, and the rest of the band starts head-banging impossibly hard. It’s a wonder the crowd can even match the intensity of your four-man wrecking crew, but they find a way. The energy of your performance, plus the crowd adds to your adrenaline, so much so that you swear you see everything get all shimmer-y for a bit. The walls of this very building should be collapsing due to the utter decibel level.
And, well, you’re not wrong.
The sound of crying metal and electrical fuzz cuts your song short. The crowd slows almost instantly, and all eyes are on you. What? Oh shit, did I pull out a cord!? You glance around your feet, checking to see if you fucked up and rip out your guitar jack. I can’t believe I-! A woman’s scream tears your vision towards Siren. She’s looking up. You look up. Just in time to meet a 150 lb. stack of speakers collide with your face.
Looks like you’re not such a good electrician after all.
Your eyes shoot open, body sweating and breathing heavy. Oh christ... Shafts of light shine through your curtains, indicating that you should be up by now. Can’t open the store without anyone there. Hopefully Star Streak had opened up already. Groaning, you sit up and stretch, joints popping and sliding into place. You quickly scan your loft. It’s pretty messy, old clothes littering your desk and floor. Your guitar sits against the wall across from your bed in the same position you left it last night. Resting next to it is your rather large amplifier, which is plugged into a medium-sized generator. You sighed, knowing that you’d have to replace the magic crystals in the generator soon enough.
Man, Equestria really needs to get some non-magical electricity. This home-brew shit isn’t gonna cut it for much longer.
After the accident at the club, you woke up in a strange, strange place. It was filled with horse-like creatures, who called themselves “ponies”. They spoke English just as well as you did, sometimes better. And there were no humans here. None at all.
That was three years ago.
You’d scraped out a life for yourself here, even though it took nearly a year in itself just to learn the social norms of a world completely alien to you. Hell, you were still learning them. Well, that and you had to come to terms with the fact that you were essentially alone, genus-wise.
However, there was one thing that made life, and your adjustment to this place, a whole lot easier. Her name was Vinyl Scratch, and she was your best friend, boss, and landlord. The ivory unicorn had met you by mere coincidence when you first arrived, literally bumping into you outside Canterlot Castle. She’d dropped her record book, and you being the gentleman that you are, helped her put it back together.
The two of you began talking about music, and hit it off pretty well. Vinyl really was your first friend, other than the princesses of course. After that, you’d met up in front of the castle and would walk around town, her showing you how this world worked. It’s really wasn’t all that different from Earth, if not for how chilled out and, well, happy, Equestria was.
That was something Vinyl was responsible for, too. When you were first let out by the royal sisters, you’d been prepped on the laws of the land, and then sent out to discover things on your own. Luckily, they let you stay in the castle at the time, so at least you had a roof over your head. But Vinyl taught you the nuances of Equestrian society, and she was cool-headed enough to deal with some of your emotional swings.
After your arrival, you had some issues to work out. While not only dealing with abandonment and depression, but you had quite a bit of anger trapped inside you. On more than one occasion, you’d been a straight-up prick to ponies, and that coupled with your unusual appearance made for troubles in certain areas. But Vinyl always had your back, and she somehow managed to mellow you out pretty well, too.
But that’s not to say that living amongst ponies didn’t have its problems.
“Shit...” you moan, slouching out of bed to shuffle towards your very small bathroom across the hall. You remove your undershirt and boxer and hop in the shower, flicking on the water. It shoots out freezing at first, but that you were used to. It’d take too long to actually wait for the water to heat up, and you know the saying... “time is money” and all that.
Standing in the freezing water reminds you of the time Vinyl dragged you to the beach, neglecting to say that Equestrian oceans were unreasonably cold. The resulting weeklong cold was a pain in the ass, since no medicine here worked all that well on you. If Vinyl hadn’t ended up making daily soup runs for you, that cold probably would’ve run three times as long.
Eyes nearly closed, you reach for a bottle of body wash, which is somewhere in here. Pure body wash was hard to come by; most ponies only used shampoo, so soap made especially for skin wasn’t common.
“Aha!” you laugh, finally finding the bottle. You squeeze out just enough to not waste any, this stuff was expensive after all. Washing yourself, you notice a common morning problem. One that’s been more and more troubling the longer you’ve been here.
Currently, you’re harder than a diamond in a snow storm. Now, this didn’t used to been a problem in the human world. Wake up with morning wood, hit the shower, bust a nut, and go on with your life. And you continued to do so here. But for the past eight months, you’ve been thinking more and more about you being the only human here. Most of the thought had been centered around the fact that for all intents and purposes, you will not get any ass ever again.
That is the definition of a problem. A big one.
And, well, the mares of Canterlot were becoming more and more attractive to you. At first, this revelation scared you. I mean, you were an alien to them, and they were fucking horses, or nearly horses. Though, that side of the argument quickly ended after you thought about it for a bit. They weren’t like horses at all. They can talk, walk, develop complex mathematical theories beyond your meager comprehension. So that idea died in the water.
Still, that idea with physical intimacy with a pony grated on your mind. You’ve had plenty of time to get used to the idea, and their form, but something about it felt ...wrong. Maybe wrong is, well, the wrong word. You already thought that physical relationships weren’t something to take too lightly. Maybe it was that, coupled with inexperience of a cross-species relationship. That type of thing wasn’t uncommon here, but it was new, and new things can be frustrating, at the very least.
Look at me, waxing philosophical this early in the day.
Groaning, you let the cold water wither your manhood and step out of the shower, drying as fast as you could. You threw on a ratty black tee shirt and blue jeans, while slipping into a pair of worn loafers.
Ugh. Time to go to work.
Grunting, you walk downstairs and turn the counter into the dank, musky record store below your home. Racks upon racks for vinyls sat along the walls, categorized by artist, genre, and age. Similar cabinets created aisles for ponies to browse through. A dusty door at the front of the store led out into an alley, which connected to one of many streets in the capital city of Equestria.
Near the door was an old wooden desk, where a unicorn mare with a cream-colored coat sat. Her medium-long, spiky mane was a midnight blue, with yellow highlights. On her ass was a blue comet, it’s fiery tail streaking through the atmosphere. Sitting there with one hoof hanging idly, and the other supporting her head, Star Streak looked like she was fighting the urge to fall asleep. Even from the other side of the store, you could see bags under her eyes.
“Hey Streak.” You wave to her, and receive a lazy wave back, before she puts her head into her forelegs. “Rough night?”
“You have no idea.”
You chuckle. “Oh, I think I have a little bit.”
“Right, right. Mister “rock star” over here.” She lifts her head up as you walk towards her. Damn, she really did have it rough. There were scratch marks all over her face, Streak’s eyeliner was smeared, and...
“Streak, why did someone draw a pussy on your face?”
She sighed, only looking at you from the counter of her eye. “Like I said, rough night.”
“Haha” you laugh, hoping into the seat next to her. “Damn, you weren’t kidding.” Resting your arms on the counter, you scan the shop for something to do. Let’s see. Any customers? ...Nope. Of course not. Why would today be any different? All the shelves are stocked, and I took inventory yesterday.
“Crap” you mutter. “It’s gonna be one of those days, isn’t it?”
Star Streak moaned, which you took as her agreement. Her tail swished idly, and every once in a while Streak grunted, probably from her hangover.
“So,” you start, “what exactly warranted this crazy night, huh? Anything special?”
Star Streak looked up from her arms, shutting her eyes and rubbing her temples. “Well, you know how I’ve been studying for that astronomy exam?”
“Yeah?”
“Well, we just had it,” she explained. “And, wouldn’t ya know it, I passed. With a pretty good grade, too.”
“Great job!” you exclaim, patting her on the back.
“Ehh, please, no yelling...” Streak groaned. “Ugh, it’s like there’s elephants in my head, and they’re riding jackhammers.”
“That’s what happens when you drink too much, college girl.”
“Ha ha...” Star Streak deadpanned. She scooted her chair closer to you, and leaned the top half of her body onto the desk in front of you. “For that, you get to rub my back.”
“Yeah right” you scoff, poking Star Streak in the belly. “You drank too much, you get to deal with it.”
“Oh, c’mon” Streak cooed, looking up at you with puppy-eyes on full blast. All she needed was the bottom lip quiver to completely sell her neediness. “B-b-but... I’m sick...” she pleaded, brushing against your chest with her head.
“Nope. Not gone work” you say, looking down at her. Although, that look was very cute. But you couldn’t give in now. If you did, she’d just run all over you.
“...please?”
“No!”
Star sucked in deep breath, and somehow put her look into overdrive. “P-Pwease?” she whimpered, finally adding the quivering bottom lip.
You felt a small, curious pain in your chest. You resistance was nearly broken, even though this particular technique had been used on you plenty of times. You look again to try and gather some sort of strength, but it’s like the vision of Streak’s adorable face was burned into your mind.
“Pwease, “Fingers”?”
Damn it, she used the nickname. Ah, yes. “Fingers”, you were called. At least between friends. Around regular ponies, you used your actual name, even if the equine culture found it “strange”. Hey, their names were strange to you too, so why not be fair. There were only three ponies who got to call you “Fingers”.
“Hmmm...” you sigh. “...Fine. Get up here.”
Streak squeed, hopping up on the desk and stretching out like a cat. You begrudgingly place your fingers on Star Streak’s back, just under her shoulders. Lightly, you add pressure, kneading your hands in a circle.
“Ahh” Streak sighed, slowing closing her eyes. She quietly hummed as you worked you magic, along with working the kinks out of her back.
“So... I assume last night turned out to be a total wash?”
Streak shook her head no, groaning as you moved to her spine. “No, not... *ugh, completely. I ran into Cutlass last night.”
“Really?” you chuckle. “He’s the tall, gray one.The blacksmith, right?”
“Yeah” she says, stifling a yawn. “We dragged him along for a while.”
“And?”
“And...” she said, smirking. “I got him to open up a little.”
“Oh...” you hum, moving to the Streak’s neck. “That’s unexpected. He always seemed the quiet type.”
“Yeah, it took him a while, but I broke that lock all the same.”
“You learn anything?”
“Well” she chuckled, “you could say that.” Star Streak sighed again, a light moan escaping her lips. “I found out that he wants to open me up.”
“Damn!” you exclaim, putting a little too much pressure on Streak. “Nice one, girl!”
“Thanks” she laughed. “I was thinking about seeing him tonight. Some... post-hangover desserts, if you will.”
Your smile drops a little. “Just be careful, ya know?”
“Streak scoffs. “I’ll be fine. You know I can handle myself.”
“Like you did last night?”
Star Streak frowns. “Shut up.”
“Seriously, though” you start, “Be careful. He may seem cool...”
“And if he isn’t, I’ll get you to kick his flank.”
You sigh, lifting your hands off Star streak, and folding them across your chest. “I’m serious.”
“Look” your friend says. “I know you care about me, and that’s really sweet. I’m fortunate to have a friend like you.” Streak turned onto her side and looked up at you, smiling. “But you gotta have some fun once in a while.”
“Hey, I have plenty of fun!” you say in mock anger.
“You know what I mean.” She places her hoof over your hand. “What about that mare you see every other week? You can’t tell me there’s nothing there.”
“Who, Selene? You think I should, what, bang her?” You chuckle, looking away. “That’s not... a great idea.”
“And why not?” Star Streak sits up, poking you in the chest now. She glares at you, for some reason. “You’ve practically been seeing her for two years now, except that you two barely spent any time together!” Streak butts heads with you, forcing you to look her in the eye. “Now, what’s up with that?”
Sweating, you rub the back of your neck nervously. “Look” you say, “We’re just friends, that’s all. She’s busy with work, and I’ve got my own stuff goin’ on...”
“Oh please” Streak groaned. “Just make a move, already.”
“I-I don’t know” you mutter. The ringing of a bell grabs your attention. Somepony just entered the shop.
“Am I interrupting something?” you hear a low, scratchy voice ask. The pony at the door was a white unicorn, wearing a black faux-leather jacket. Her eyeglasses had two-toned purple lens with black rims, contrasting her electric blue mane.
“Hey boss!” you said to Vinyl.
“Sup” she grins, trotting over to you and Star Streak. “Ya know, if you need some time alone, I could always send you guys home for the day.”
“Yeah, yeah” you chuckle. “Laugh it up.” Vinyl levitate a stool to your side and promptly sits on it, watching you continue to work for magic on Streak’s back. Every once in a while, a pop or crack sounds out from her back, along with a moan from her mouth.
“Hehe, maybe you’re in the wrong business” commented Vinyl Scratch. “There’s a massage parlor down the street that’s looking for ponies.”
“You know I couldn’t leave here,” you say with a smile. “You’d get too lonely. And I couldn’t leave you alone with Star Streak. I mean, I’m not that heartless.”
“Hey!” exclaimed Star Streak. “What’s that supposed to mean~“ Your fingers end her protests fast enough, her happy groans interrupting herself.
“And besides...” you continue, “Who says you’d let me go?”
“You’re damn right about that!” Vinyl grins, socking you lightly in the arm. “Anyways, I got a proposition for ya.”
“Oh?” This interests you greatly.
“Yeah!” Vinyl tips her shades up, looking directly at you with those piercing red eyes of hers. “You’re not doing anything tonight, are you?”
“Well, actually...” you rub the back of your head sheepishly.
“No, don’t tell me!” Vinyl groans, quickly frowning.
“I’m might be meeting Selene tonight...?” you say, waiting for Vinyl to yell at you.
“Urrgh! Are you kidding me!?” Vinyl groans glaring at you. “Why do you even hang out with that bitch?”
“Vinyl, she’s not a bitch,” you argue. “You just don’t like her, for no good reason, by the way.”
“I totally have a good reason!” she argued back. “She thinks she’s too “high class” for a place like this! That probably why she never comes around here.”
“No” you counter, “you’re just over-protective. She’s just busy, ya know? Speaking of which...” you say, looking at your watch. “I’m good to take my lunch now, right?”
“What, ya meeting Selene for lunch, too!?” Vinyl asks coolly. It sucks whenever she gets like this. You’d think it was jealously, but that’d imply that Vinyl had a thing for you. Which isn’t the case.
“Um yeah, actually.”
Vinyl sighs, looking off to the side. “Pttff... fine. But promise me something” she said, turning back to you. “You can go have your little lunch date, but I get you tonight. I’m playing in a club tonight. It’s called The Banned Mare; you know it?”
“Yeah, I think I’ve heard about it. What time are you on?”
“Sometime around ten, and you better not be late!”
“Alright, alright!” you exclaim, holding your hands out. “I’ll see you tonight.”
You hop off your stool, checking your pocket to make sure your bit pouch was still there. Geez, what was her deal today? I know she doesn’t like Selene, but damn! Much harsher than usual. Finding you sack full, you say your goodbyes to Star Streak and walk outside. Vinyl’s acting strange today, and it can’t be pre-show jitters. She doesn’t get those. It’s a brisk day, but not so bad that you need to change. Turning, you make your way towards Selene, and away from the questions plaguing your mind.
You’re sitting in a small, cosy coffee shop down the street from where you work/live. Most of the other tables are occupied by couples. Looks like even in Equestria, coffee shops are a popular date spot. With a light cappuccino in hand, you wait for “Selene” to arrive. You get why she has to go with the disguise and all, but it still feels stupid.
“There you are!” chirped a mare from behind. You didn’t need to guess who it was. The mare takes her place across from you, folding her hooves on the table. She is a navy blue color, her mane and tail being slightly lighter than her coat. Her mane is cut to about a medium length, slightly styled to curl at the tips. Her cutie mark reflects her full name, Selene Moonbeam, a new moon with three shooting stars passing by it. She’s taller than most pegasus mares, and skinnier too, looking a bit like that high-class model everypony seems to be raving about. But in your opinion, Selene was cuter. And if ponies knew her the way you did, she’d be much more popular.
“I’ve been looking forward to today, things in the castle have been... rather hectic.”
“Yeah” you chuckle, taking a sip of your drink, “It seems like that place is always a bit crazy...”
“Perhaps, but that’s only because when you were there, sister was also dealing with the fallout from the Royal Wedding” said Luna. “Besides, that allows me to relish these sabbaticals even more.”
You smile. “Perfect.”
You slide “Selene” a drink which you’d ordered earlier (a pumpkin spice chai latte) which she takes, a magical blue aura overtaking it. The two of you sit silently, allowing the dull hum of the coffee shop to encompass your senses. It feels like the calm before a storm. Or a show. Unfortunately, you haven’t had a show in, well, three years. Your face falls, realizing you’ve somewhat been wasting your time.
“So...” your companion says, “I take it your time here has been going well?”
“it’s the same as last week...” you mumble. “Same job, same place, same everything.”
“Really, you must get out more,” Luna chuckles. “Go bowling, or dancing, or drinking. Even I get out more than you, it seems.”
“Drinking on the job, are we?”
“My title implores me to “safeguard the night”. It doesn’t determine in what state of mind that task is performed.”
You and "Selene" both chuckle. “Yeah, yeah” you moan. “I’ll get out more. Not that there’s all that much for an outstanding bachelor like me to do.”
Selene raised and eyebrow. “Oh? Don’t tell me you haven’t ventured into Canterlot’s raunchier side?”
You glare at Luna, eliciting a giggle. “I’ll take that as a “no”.”
“Luna...” you start.
“Selene.”
“Whatever. You know how I feel about... that. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve nothing against you ponies, It’s just...”
“I understand...” Luna says. “I know its been hard for you to ...adjust.” Luna hums, placing a hoof under her chin and leaning forward over the table. “However, I believe if you look closer to home, and open your mind, you might find something you didn’t know was there.”
“I tried that...” you grin sarcastically, “But my hand’s just not cutting it.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“I know, Selene.” Sighing, you close your eyes and lean back into the cafe’s cushioned seats. “I’m trying.”
“That’s all one can really do.”
You and Luna discuss random things for the next hour or so. You ask her about going-ons in the castle, and luckily, things are relatively good. There was some big to-do about a new empire sprouting up; you remember reading about it somewhere. It also seemed like Luna was able to get out more, which is always good.
“Well, it’s about time” you muttered, climbing out of your seat slowly. Luna nods, standing as well. “Should get ready for tonight.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, right” You say, shaking your hand. “I guess I’ll be taking your advice sooner rather than later.” Luna cocks a brow. “I’m going to Vinyl’s gig tonight. At some place called “The Banned Mare”.”
The night princesses‘ eyes shine like diamonds. “The Banned Mare!?” Ohh, may I come along? Please?!” She bounces on her hooves slightly, her head brushing against your shoulder. “I’ve heard some great things!”
“I don’t know if that’s the best idea...” you croak. “I don’t think Vinyl’s a big fan of “Selene”.”
Luna sighs, settling on her hooves and looking away. “Yes... she hasn’t been very subtle, has she?”
“No, she hasn’t...” you sigh. “But Vinyl’s a close friend, and I promised I’d go.” You can visibly see Luna’s face droop and sadden, which punches your heart right in the balls. It’s just stupid, honestly. What right does Vinyl have to be such a bitch about something so minor? It’s not like she'd even need to talk to “Selene”; the club’s most likely gonna be packed. In that sort of crowd, a pony could practically get lost. “Ehh, what the hell?” you smile as the thought entered your head. “ What Vinyl don’t know can’t hurt her, right?”
Luna locks eyes with you, a small smile starting to play on her lips. “What are you saying, exactly?”
“The show starts at ten.”
This club is packed to the brim with all manner of Canterlot residents, (Canterlot-ians?). Most of them are couples, and the dancing here is... not the type of dancing you prefer. You’re more comfortable with the kind of dancing that causes bruises and broken bones, not... whatever the hell this is. But, it’s for Vinyl, and at least you can enjoy the music. Again, not your usual fare, but the deep, thumping bass serves it purpose well enough. You suppose if this place got a bit dirtier, your former band could fit right in.
Suddenly, the music drops off, and a loud rumbling noise rolled out over the club. Everyone’s eyes reach towards the sound, centering around a raised platform towards the back. A black box sat on the platform, with glass windows jutting up from the sides and front. Gee, I wonder where Vinyl is... It’s a few minutes before the show, so you start to make your way to the DJ booth, pushing your way through a thick cloud of equines.
Knock. Knock.
Scratch’s head snaps to the door, her crimson eyes lighting up. She skips over and lets you inside, jumping up to give you midsection a quick hug. “Hey dude!” she grins. “Thought you might be late.”
“What, me? You know I wouldn’t miss this!” Shutting the door behind you, you check over your friends’ systems. To be honest, you always were a bit curious as to how it worked. Vinyl’s set-up seems simple to the naked eye, but you know better. To the layman, her soundboard seemed to be a collection of knobs, switches, and dongles. Which, in all honesty, they were. But those were the tools of Vinyl’s trade, and she knew how to make those knobs and button's sing like angels.
“So Vinyl, big night huh?”
“Eehh, I guess. “
“You guess?” You look over at Vinyl, who’s swaying slightly in a swivel chair, her eyes suspiciously avoiding yours. “I would think this is a pretty big deal...”
“Well, yeah, it is.” Vinyl muttered. She looks over the crowd for a moment, almost as if she’s searching for the right words.
“Look...” Scratch starts, daring to stare back at you. “I-I... I want to apologize for this morning. I-It’s none of my business who you want to see; I don’t even know why I get so mad about...” Vinyl turned away, her face beginning to scrunch up in frustration.
You stop her right there. “Vinyl, you’re wrong on two accounts.” She looks over, confused. You chuckle a little, massaging the bridge of your nose. “First off, who I’m “seeing” is your business, Vinyl. At least, it is a little bit. You’re my best friend.” You catch a surprisingly sad smile come from the unicorn, but it only appears for a second. “...And second, I’m not seeing anyone. I’ve told you, I don’t really feel that way about ponies.”
“Dude, it’s been three years...” Vinyl sighs.
“I know, I know” you groan. “There’s just... I don’t know... something.” You lean against the back wall, eyes scanning out over the crowd.
“...They look restless.”
“Yeah, I should probably start the show.” Vinyl trots over to you, and pats you on the stomach. “You... you wanna talk later?”
“Not really...” you sigh. “...but I should do it anyway.” Walking to the door, you flash your friend a smile. “Good luck.”
“Don’t need it,” Vinyl grins. “I’ve got talent.”
Wow. I mean, damn... I’ve really been out of the scene for too long...
You stumble over to the bar, dodging the sway of every dance pony you see. The kick of Vinyl’s system put you on your ass as soon as it kicked on. Maybe it was magic? Who the fuck knows; all you know is that you need a drink or twelve to calm your nerves. Since Luna hadn’t arrived, you were stuck on your in a sea of gyrating ponies, something you really didn’t want right now.
You nod your head toward the bartender, who smirks and saunters her way over to you. She’s a slightly older mare, but still good-looking. For a pony. Not that your mental barrier is breaking, or whatever.
“Hey sug, what’cha havin’?”
“Give me the strongest thing you got” you mutter, bearing the weight of two ponies who seemed to think your back was the best spot to make-out on top of.
“No problem, babe~”. She disappears under the counter for a sec, only to reappear with a small glass filled with a cloudy, gray mixture. Noticing your confused look, the bartender pipes up. “Griffin scotch. Trust me, a glass or two of this and you’ll be out like a light.”
“Well, we don’t want that too soon, now do we?” a voice shouts to your left.
“Selene, you finally made it” you smile, lifting the drink to your lips. “Took you lon-!” The words catch in your throat when the scotch washes down. The drink tastes like a mix of motor oil, dirt, and battery acid, and seems to be about the same thickness. “Ugh, Christ!” you cough, pounding your chest in pain. “You weren’t kidding about this griffin shit.” The barmare shakes her head, off to serve another thirsty patron.
Luna giggles, ordering her own drink and swallowing it faster than you’d expect. “So, shall we dance?” she says with a little wiggle of her flank, a rather seductive look in her eye.
*cough “-Uhh.. yea, sure.” You’re not exactly sure what that’s all about. Luna’s never been particularly flirtatious before. It’s probably the setting. Or the drink. Probably.
You lead the way and Luna follows, scooting behind a large group of dancers. The music is loud and chaotic; just the way Vinyl likes it. Each slam of bass sends tingles through your fingers and shivers down your spine.
The song’s tone changes almost as fast as its beat, taking a mysterious groovy vibe. The crowd’s vivacious thrashing mellows into waves of passion, the song and dancers becoming more intimate. Luna takes her place in front of you, taking the chance to grind against your leg.
Luna’s head rests in the center of your chest, the two of you swaying to the deep, methodical beats. It’s most likely the lights in the club, but you think you see Luna blushing, her eyes piercing straight through you. Her glimmering blues are intoxicating, just daring you to look away, something you can’t do. The rest of the patrons start to fade away, a haze of rose-tint covering your periphery.
The club feels warmer than it did a minute ago. It’s like someone encased the dance floor in a winter coat, and then set that coat on fire. You grimace a little as beads of sweat roll slowly down your back. Hopefully you don’t smell too bad. “H-Hey...” you start, ready to apologize, but it seems that’s not necessary.
Luna’s snout is basically mashed against your neck, and even with the thumping bass in your ear, you can hear the princess deeply inhale. Her eyes flutter open, only inches away from yours, and at this distance, you can see that Luna’s blush was no trick of the light.
“Luna?...” you ask, a bit groggily. Your knees are just beginning to give way to the liquor, and the constant dancing isn’t helping your condition much.
“Codenames, honey” she whispers to your ear, taking the chance to nibble on it lightly. “We wouldn’t want to cause a commotion, now would we?” Luna somehow inches herself closer, while still keeping the two of you in rhythm using only her hips.
I wonder what else those hips can-... No, No! Stop that!
“Sorry, Selene” you chuckle, finally able to look away. “I’ll be more-” Turning back, Luna’s nose is pressing against yours, her captivating gaze now looking more hungry. It’s verrry alluring, and also a tiny bit creepy. Her eyes are getting bigger, too. And her ears. And total face in general.
“W-What are you doing?” Luna ignores your stutter and continues to move forward.
“I must say...” Luna purrs, “that scent you have is simply fantastic~.”
Normally, you would have been distracted by the inflection in Luna’s voice. But right now, her choice of words wasn’t really important. Neither was your stirring vision, nor your weak knees. Right now, you could only focus on the texture of princess tongue.
Luna’s lips were forceful, filled with desperation and desire. They were similar to human lips, though the feeling of Luna’s fur was there as well. It’s... not a bad feeling, you decide. Certainly surprising, but not bad. You’re a bit curious as to why you’re not 100% into this, actually. It has been a long time, and you admit that parts of you are a little excited, but something feels a bit ...off.
After a moment, Luna pulls away. She stares lustily at you, and after that display, it’s hard not to get dragged in.
*Sreck-queck!
The music stops suddenly. Some of the patrons are startled, but most continue on with their ministrations. The muffled catcalls and sounds of beating hooves made their own sort of disjointed, eerie melody.
As you put Luna back on her hooves, the music picks up. However, it’s not the flowing, rhythmic tune that Vinyl was effortlessly cranking out. Looking up to the DJ booth, it’s easy to tell why that is. The booth’s empty, and if you had to guess, Vinyl just threw on some random track.
“What the hell?” you mutter. “That’s so unlike- oof!” It seems these ponies will dance to just about anything, as you’re forced to the ground by a strong bump. Your head clonks against the tile, adding pain the the multitude of sensations you’re experiencing. You make sure to keep your hands tucked close as you stumble your way back onto your feet. Won’t do you any good to get your hands stomped on. You look up, glad for once about your extra height. The rave lights are still rocking, ponies still gyrating, but somehow through eyes swirling with booze and pain, you catch sight of a familiar blue tail quickly slipping out the front door.
.......fuckin’ shit.
The trudge through the crowd was significantly harder than when you first arrived, especially now with a pony following you.
*Ke-arck!
The front door of the The Banned Mare flung open as you nearly ate sidewalk, heaving over to catch your breath. Swimming through bodies isn’t quite as easy as you remember it. The click-clack of hooves echos behind you, the thud of bass-beats deafened by the heavy bar door.
“I am sorry about that, my friend. We hadn’t thought-”
“Yeah, you sure didn’t” you say, growling. “What the hell was that for, anyway!?”
“We thought you could use to ...loosen up a bit. We-.. I thought it would help.”
“Well, a whole lot of good it did me.” You sigh, rubbing your finger on the bridge of your nose. “Look... I’m sorry I shouted. But, you gotta clear that kinda -*urp!” Your voice catches in your throat, stomach gurgling with poor intent. Your hand shoots out against the brick wall next to you, lending support to your back and legs. “Uh, god! R-remind... remind me not to drink mystery fluid from strange mares.”
Luna shuffles awkwardly in place. “...I am sorry, you know. This was... unintended.”
“I know, Luna. ...Damn it.” you sigh. “I’ll figure something out.”
“Maybe we-I can help-?”
You cut Luna off. “No. I don’t wanna make this worse. I can handle this on my own.” With that, you walk back towards your (now likely former) apartment.
“Vinyl, please open the door!”
“No!”
The night had become colder since you’d been inside, though a few ponies were still running about. It was a long, boring walk, and it gave you time to think. On whether Luna had planned this, or was is in the heat of the moment. And where you’ll be staying when Vinyl kicks you out. Seeing as the storefront was clear of your clothes, she hasn’t tossed your stuff out yet.
You knock again, loud but (hopefully) soft. “Vinyl... please?”
Steam rises off your breath, one of the only sounds on the street. The door slowly creaks open, just enough to hear a quiet “fuck off.”
“Vinyl, please. Just listen-”
“No, you listen!” *FWAP!
The door swings open, and suddenly you’re seeing a very hazy view of the Canterlot sky.
“Oh shit! Hey... hey are you alright........................
The stars above flare into your peepers and begin to swirl, the midnight blue sky with it until it looks and feels like the cosmos is funneling into your throbbing temples. Someone is talking, you think, but it sounds like a speeding train is between you two. The strange numbing in your hands is also curious, but it’s seems like it’s the least of your worries.
You close our eyes, unable to look up without feeling pain, but you can faintly feel your body scrape against the ground. The lingering taste of nickel is on you lips, and you can’t help but smack them together. The scratch of concrete and stone soon turn to hardwood, and quickly enough short carpet. Your legs feel sorta tingly, like they’re lifting above you. The sudden sensation of falling up a slide meets your ass, travels up for spine and your quickly resting on a cloud.
Ya know, for a human living in a world of fantastic and magical creatures, you’d think occurrences like this wouldn’t be so weird for you.
The softness of the cloud is a nice respite for what turned out to be a not-all-that-great night. It’s not as comfy as you thought a cloud would be, but it’s still welcome. Kinda strange how you made your way onto a cloud, too. You don’t remember being in the sky. But your head is cold and wet. And in Equestria, you’ve learned not to question the strange nature of weather.
Your hand feels the cushion-y mass of vaporized water and dust particles, wanting to see how your skin takes to it. That’s ...interesting. It’s not wet at all. Actually, it has a texture similar to faux-suede. Kinda felt like the couch Vinyl had in her “office”.
Slowly, you crack open your eyes. You are, in fact, lying on an old couch. A roof is now over your head, and it looks like your vision has cleared, seeing as the panels of old oak above you don’t look like fuzzy noodles. The room was filled with electronic bits and bobbles, many of which you were able to identify, and hundreds more which you couldn’t. A desk in the corner of the room was littered in what looked like legal papers, as was much of the floor. A window along the wall behind the couch you occupy allow for a bit of natural moonlight, but that’s the only source of light in the room.
You’re inside Vinyl’s office.
A sigh of relief escapes your lip. At least you know where you are. As you sit up, a heavy wet something falls onto your lap, startling you. You place the partially-cold washcloth on a side table, and take a moment to look around the room. Her office was closer to that of a workshop, considering the amount of tools and half-assembled projects laying around.
You chuckled a bit, recalling one of the many nights she dragged you down here to help build her now infamous “techno-phone”. It may have seemed like a good idea at the time, you know you’re lucky that poor filly’s parents didn’t sue. Not to mention you wasted a perfectly good toaster-oven.
Damn, this place really could use a clean-up. Along the walls, totes filled with all manner of cables, wires, and jacks were stacked 6 boxes high. Stacks of assorted records lay haphazardly among the papered floor, their sleeves having either disappeared or become lost within the rubble. The only spot of the room that wasn’t completely dirty was a small square on the file cabinet next to Vinyl’s desk.
Your legs swing to the side, feet a bit numb as they touch the floor. You shuffle along, careful not to step on anything sharp on your way to Vinyl’s desk. Bumping your knee on the desk, you grab the worn picture frame nearby and hold it up to your face. It’s a bit funny; Equestria has floating cities and unicorn mages with immeasurable power, but they still use polaroid-style photos.
“Do you remember when we took that?”
You spin around to find Vinyl standing in the now open doorway. The light in the hallway casts a heavy shadow across her face, though by the inflection in her voice you can tell she’s not as mad as earlier.
“Yeah” you chuckle. “That was at the beach.”
Vinyl snorted, waving a hoof. “You were sooo whiny that day. I swear you gave yourself that cold on purpose.”
“Puh-lease! If I gave myself the cold, you wouldn’t have felt any guilt. And I seem to recall a certain unicorn feeling so bad for me, that she offered to kept me warm at night, and gave me more than one goodnight kiss!”
“T-T-That never happened!” Vinyl said flustered. “It was either that, or listen to you hack up a lung for two straight weeks! I’ve been around griffons when they get fur balls, so yeah, no thank you.”
You both laugh a little, though the mood in the room doesn’t lighten. Both of you now sit silently on the couch, a deal of space between you. Vinyl, with her forelegs between her, head down and a nonplussed expression, and you basically the same, although you’re staring at the photo.
The two of you are standing on the steps to Vinyl’s business/ your home, the mare near riding piggyback on your shoulders. The photo is tilted dutch and your faces are way too close, since Vinyl had to take it herself.
But you’re both smiling, and that’s all that matters.
“Ya know”, you start, “ I think this is the only photo I have of you.”
“Yeah, we never did get around to picking up more film, did we?” Her voice is more morose, the laughter leaving almost instantaneously.
“Vinyl... I-I need to say something-”
“No, wait-” she cuts in. “I want to get this out.” She takes a deep breath, shakily letting it out. Slowly, Vinyl turns to face you, allowing you to see her face. A sudden pit forms in your stomach.
Her glasses were off, letting you get a look at her bloodshot eyes; her cheeks tear-stained. She was doing a good job of containing her sniffles, but as she looks at you, they started to increase in volume. Vinyl‘s hair and fur was more disheveled than usual, too. It’s clear that she’s been crying for a while. Tears begin to trickle down Vinyl’s face, her hooves twisting the fabric of the couch under her. “I’m...”
...It’s all my fault. Trying and failing to swallow the lump in your throat, a soft “Vinyl” rolls past your tongue.
“I’M SO S-SOOORRY!” Vinyl wails, leaping forward into your lap and clutching your shoulders. You fall back into the couch arm behind you, legs swinging up from the force of Vinyl’s forward lunge. The unicorn’s front hooves dig in around your neck, her rump placed just under your stomach.
Wut?
The mare tucked her head into the crook of your neck, sobbing her eyes out. Vinyl’s never really been like this before; well, at least not around you. Not to say you haven’t helped her through harsh breakups and scathing reviews, but to see her this visibly upset, and blaming herself no less puts a thick tar of guilt on your heart, and you feel complete emotional fatigue. Not really knowing what to do, you slowly place your arms around her, cradling Vinyl softer and patting the back of her mane.
“W-When I saw you with... w-with her” Vinyl’s forelegs tremble, even though she didn’t speak Luna pseudonym, “I-I just l-lost *sniffle... lost it.” She tilts her head up, resting her chin just under yours. “And when you got here, I was just so angry, but I swear I never meant to hurt you!” Vinyl’s hoof lightly touches your forehead, making you wince just a bit.
Vinyl begins to tear up again. “And now you probably have a concussion or something even worse and it’s all my fault....*deep breath...and you probably hate me now because I almost killed you and I don’t like your marefriend-” Scratch’s words spill out like a raging torrent. It’s hard to catch most of it, but you manage as well as you can.
“Vinyl, Vinyl...” you interrupt. You place a finger on her lips to silence her, and it also add a load of color to her cheeks. “It’s okay. You haven’t done anything I didn’t deserve.”
“B-But-”
“No!” you said sternly. “No buts. I told you it would be just you and me tonight, and I broke that promise. It doesn’t matter if I wasn’t dating her, a lie is a lie.” You hands moves from her lips to her cheek, cupping it softly. “Vinyl, I’m sorry.”
Vinyl’s eyes shimmered in the moonlight, and her blush grew tenfold. “B-But, your head...?”
“You know as well as I do, that a little bump on the head like that ain’t gonna do nothin’ to me. I mean, technically it could, seeing as that sorta kinda ended up getting me into this crazy world, but... you know what I mean.”
Even though Vinyl’s still close to breaking down, you’re able to get a smile on that beautiful face. You wipe her eyes with your thumbs, and draw her into a tight hug. “I could never hate you, Vinyl Scratch. Don’t ever forget that.”
You lay there silently with Vinyl cuddled close in the corner of Vinyl’s office couch. Her eyes are closed, and she’s not crying anymore. Her breathing slowed, too. A bit of nightlife noise leaks into the room, but the only sound that matters are the little sighs of contentment when your fingers snake through Vinyl’s mane. The quiet peace between you is unbelievably pleasant, and you feel like nothing could get you to leave this space.
You heard the buzz of magic radiate above you, and soon a slow, soulful song begins to play.
“...This is nice,” you mutter. You’ve never held a pony like this before. Vinyl’s incredibly warm, and you can feel her heartbeat through your chest. It’s quicker than you excepted.
“Ya know, Selene and I aren’t dating. I don’t know how many times I gotta say it for you to believe me, but it’s true.”
“I want to, but...” Vinyl sighs, pawing at your chest with her hoof. She began to snake her way closer, her head reaching out. “It’s... hard, when you two act the way to do. Ya know, suckin’ face an’ all” she says, barely a whisper.
You lean in as well, savoring the gentle moment. “Vinyl, she kissed me.”
Vinyl’s nose is now touching yours, her eyelids drooped midway. “And how did you like kissing a pony?”
“It was fine” you mumble. “But she wasn’t exactly the one I should’ve shared it with." The words flow from your mouth without necessary thought, but you feel they’re the truth. Vinyl’s porcelain lips are centimeters away, a powerful force dragging you to them.
“Our mutual human friend is telling the truth, my pony” Luna interjects.
“Shit!?!” You and Vinyl both jump forward, clonking heads together. Vinyl leaps off you, and bows to the floor, only for the night princess to stop her. “Rise, please. Such formality is ...unnecessary.”
“Christ, Luna! Almost gave me a damn heart attack” you grumble. Vinyl spins around, a pleading look in her eye.
“Dude, how ‘bout a little courtesy for our guest?!”
Luna giggles, drawing a confused look from the DJ. “As I said, my pony, no need for formalities. I doubt you would be so kind had you’d seen our other form.” As she spoke, the alicorn’s horn began to glow, a mirage-like shimmer appearing in front of her. The mirage slowly became clearer, showing Luna as a wavy visage of her alter-ego, Selene.
“....What the-” If Vinyl’s jaw could drop any lower, she’d likely strike oil. “So, wait, you’re-”
“Yes, the high-class bitch, was it?”
Vinyl’s rump thumped fell to the floor. She sat for a bit, rubbing her chin in thought. After a few minutes, the unicorn gasp, swiveling around to look at you. “So, wait. You’re dating a Princess!”
“No one’s dating anyone!” you groan. “Luna’s just checking in, making sure the “alien” isn’t getting into trouble.”
“Oh! .....Ohhhhhhhhh.“ Vinyl blushed, scratching at her neck. “Ah, shit, Princess, if I’d have known-”
Luna shook her head, a content smile splayed across her lips. “I understand. If I had been in your position, our rival would more likely resemble a pile of rubble.”
“Uh, thanks, I guess?”
Luna nods, smiling. “Well, now that I have that out of the way, I must return to the castle.” The princess leaned over to Scratch, whispering something in her ear, then turning and winking at you. “No doubt you two have something to discuss.”
With that, a bright blue light shot from Luna’s horn, and in a flash she vanished. A 6-foot diameter circle was very lightly burned into Vinyl’s floor, the papers that were previously there, gone.
“............” Vinyl stood with her back to you, staring at the large mark in her floor. “-I can’t even care right now.”
“Um, yeah so....” you fidget a bit on the couch. “Sorry about that, Vinyl.”
She mechanically turns around and trots to the couch, climbing onto it slowly. Crawling on her stomach, she resumes her previous position; forehead tucked under your chin and rump on your waist. A long, breathy sigh escapes her lips. “I’m too old for this shit.”
“Vinyl, you’re only twenty.”
“Like I said, too old for flank-measuring contests with goddesses.” Vinyl chuckled, pawing a bit at your chest. “I’m gonna have to buy a stick soon, to keep all these mares away.”
“What, from me?”
“Yeah” she said, her eyes switching to you. ”A long o’ ladies were at that club tonight, and more than one of them’s been asking ‘bout you.” Vinyl groaned, fidgeting in her seat. “After that, you better believe they’re gonna be more aggressive.”
“Great” you grumble. “That’s exactly what I need.”
“Yeah...”
The night began to grow cold, prompting you to reach behind your head and grab an old gray blanket to toss over you two. Vinyl hummed appreciatively, lightly massaging your leg with hers. “Thanks.”
“No problem.” Vinyl’s hair is tickling your nose, but you’re able to stifle the sensation. The leg rubbing is a small distraction from the crazy day that just transpired. Your hands drifted along Vinyl’s body, light coo’s following when you graced particular spots. Yawning loudly, you pull your friend closer and rest your head atop hers, dodging her horn of course.
“M-My, aren’t we friendly tonight...” Vinyl chuckles, a bit of tension in her throat. “That kiss really did something to ya, huh?”
“Yeah, I guess it did” you chuckle. “Just made me think about not ruling out what’s been right in front of me.”
There’s a hitch in Vinyl’s breath, her rosy cheeks returning. “R-Really now. That’s quite a statement, r-right out of the blue.”
“Yup.”
The silence in the room is a thick potato soup. Neither one of you wants to make the first move, and nerves are starting to set in.
Vinyl looks across the room, noticing the time. “Jeez, it’s already 1:00 am. Guess we should... get to bed or something.”
“You’d like that, h-huh?”
*Yawn “S-Shut up.”
Vinyl makes no move to get up, and neither do you. “Ya know‘“ you mention, “we could just sleep here. ....T-Together.”
“...........”
“Vinyl?”
No answer. You pop an eye open to see your friend already asleep, her right eye twitching sorta similar to an old dog you once had. Weird. Closing your own peepers, you inhale deeper and decompress. The heat from Vinyl and the blanket eventually lulled you to sleep.
A heavy pressure on top of you rouses your senses. The room is bleary and gray, your eyes feeling like their under water. Whatever is was, the thing was alive and ...moving. There was some sort of sliding motion involved, and a sharp object scratched against your left ear every so often. Slowly opening your eyes, a hazy scene appears before you.
The bright light of the moon still shines across you. Vinyl is rolling back and forth lightly, her back legs, you assume, grinding together under the heavy blanket over you two. Her hips were gyrating in a vigorous circular motion, and although her lips were closed, Vinyl’s eyes were rapidly flickering, probably due to some sort of crazy dream.
“Hey Vinyl” you whisper, hoping to wake her. “You okay there?”
Nothing. Instead of responding vocally, she started grinding harder, little moans accompanying each skid of her body against yours. Her front hooves begin to move as well, now roaming your upper chest instead of being snuggly secured around you.
“Holy shit...” you mutter, aware of what’s clearly arousal softly dampening your leg.
At this point, you have two clear options at your disposal. One, you could wake her up and face the sudden, unavoidable awkwardness that comes with it, or two, bear the awkwardness by yourself and play dead until your best friends splooshes on you.
Either way it’s gonna be a bit weird, so why not wait it out a little?
You adjust a little so that Vinyl isn’t jamming her horn in your ear, and luckily it doesn’t startle her awake. It does, however, move her inner thigh just over your crouch. And, well, the grinding and cute soft moans around now effecting you in more awkward ways. Ways that involved a certain organ and blood flow. In ways that restrict your pants. Something you’ve felt before, and are quite familiar w-
......
The point I’m making here is that you should call your dick Dwayne Johnson, ‘cause it’s about to be hard as a rock.
Vinyl’s hoof travels between your navel and just before your pecs, her fur spurring things on more than you could have imagined. It’s incredibly soft and silky, but unlike silk, it’s warm and feels inviting.
As Vinyl continues to move against you, you feel yourself pop up, Vinyl’s thigh doing its work rather well. You haven’t felt the sensation of another person touching you there in years, the pressure building up fast. You need to do something, anything to stop yourself from ruining this moment, and your pants.
With your arms still fairly trapped, you reach out with your wrists, rolling them slowly to try and grab something. The brush of what seems to be fabric just barely graces your fingertips, and you latch on tightly.
“A-Ahhhhhh!”
Vinyl’s eyes shoot open, her high-pitched moan startling you. Her eyelids hang low, a particularly special glint in her eyes. Whatever you grabbed, it certainly wasn’t the blanket. Apparently, you’d grabbed Vinyl’s ear, which you infer, just so happened to be a sensitive spot for her.
Vinyl’s ministrations stop, not that your erection notices. She realizes the position you two are in, and her previous sultry gaze is replaced by fear, anxiety and embarrassment. Her face is beet red, eyes avoiding your face at every turn. Your so surprised at the sudden wake up, you don’t think to let go of her ear.
“I... um-” She huffs, tucking her head into the canyon of your pecs and pouts adorably. “I’m so fuckin’ embarrassed right now...” she mutters.
The two of you lay in silence, stewing in the awkward soup of post semi-coitus between friends like two men whose dicks are caught in a Chinese finger trap. Both of you want to say something. Both of your bodies want to do something. But the tension in the air is so thick that any action other than lying perfectly still would take a monumental effort from you and Vinyl.
“...I should, go to bed...” Vinyl mumbles, reluctantly retracting her arms from under you.
What the hell do I do? I...I think I want this... You’re aware of movement, but your brain’s checked out. I can’t deny the feeling. But.. Looking up, your eyes widen, and a light gasp escapes you. Your best friend, Vinyl Scratch, is leaning up over you, the blanket drapes gracefully over one of her shoulders in a dress-like manner. The moonlight illuminates half her face, crimson eyes glowing under an alluring bedhead. With a sad, soft smile Vinyl began to speak again.
...Fuck it
“Good nigh-!!”
Before she continues, you firmly grasp the back of her neck and pull her down, planting your lips on hers. Vinyl flinches slightly, but a second late starts to put force against you, lowering her upper body until she laid flat on top of you.
The kiss was soft as velvet, a timid affair between two new lovers. You weren’t expecting or used to the length of Vinyl’s snout, but it wasn’t off-putting, surprisingly. You did need to angle yourself differently, but once you found the right spot, Vinyl noticed. She pulled back an inch, leaning her forehead carefully against yours with a grin.
She chuckled, lowering her jaw for a quick peck. “I... I don’t really know what to say, man.”
“That’s funny” you smirk, right hand snaking down her side, physically taking in her lithe frame. “...Cause I actually have something to say.”
“~Oh~” Vinyl sighed. “And what would that be?”
“Bedroom” you growled, shooting up and firmly planting your lips on her neck. “Now.”
Your arms fly out from under you, palms making a loud slapping noise when your hands collide with Vinyl’s ass. She squeaks with a guttural “AH~!”, and in a second you’ve lifted her. You stumble and slip through the mess on the floor, slamming the unicorn against the wall just before the door.
Vinyl’s hooves dig into your shoulder blades, her back legs wrapped around your waist. You felt a strange push on your forehead, noticing her horn glowing when you pulled away. Pulling you close, Vinyl mashed her lips against yours, using her tongue to push forward. You and Vinyl roam each others bodies, using the wall as a way to prop both of you up.
Without breaking the kiss, you pull away from the wall and penguin-walk your way through the door and to the stairs. Each step is a hazard, and it shows. The two of you twist and turn, your back crushing the thin walls of your apartment every other step. You catch your foot on the very top stair, just barely catching yourself on the door to your room.
Adjusting your left arm to completely support Vinyl’s supple rump, you blindly reach to, searching for the doorknob. “Allow me” Vinyl hums, a quiet jingle-y sound echoing when her horn lights up, before she crushes her mouth back onto yours. The door swings open, and with a pop you pry your lips away, tossing her about five feet through the air and onto the bed.
Huffing, you stand at the doorway, a slight haze over your mind. The room feels unnaturally hot, a light sweat starting to moisten your body. You trudge towards your bed, eyes locking towards the one thing on your mind.
Vinyl’s on her side, her flanks facing you. She looks over her shoulder, her red eyes shining just above your supple goal. Prowling, you crawl over the edge of the bed, your arms on either side of her back hooves. You lower you chest while continuing to climb, dragging your pecs and stomach along her body.
Straddling her form, you strike at her neck, eliciting a cute giggle from Vinyl. Her hooves roam around your neck and shoulders, pawing at the edge of your shirt. Sitting up onto your knees, you tear the shirt upwards and quickly over your head, throwing it out of your line of sight.
“Mmm~” Vinyl hums, her eyes drinking in your exposed torso. She slowly drags one of her hooves around your neck, tracing your collarbone and sending shivers down your spine. Her hoof finds the tuft of hair on your chest, and she plays with it a little.
“Hehe” she laughs. “...Fuzzy.” Vinyl tears her eyes from your pecs and looks up, wearing a devilish smirk. “Now that I know how it looks, let’s see how it tastes!” Vinyl moved quickly, snapping her lips around your left nipple. You gasp, hands sliding down your partners’ sides and resting at her hips. Vinyl rolls her tongue around the edges of your nub, sending sparks of electric ecstasy across your chest.
Vinyl pops your nub out, quickly sliding her tongue across to the other one. Not wanting to leave her out of the fun, you begin to knead your hands into Vinyl’s hips. Your fingers crawl along the joints, digging and kneading into her soft flesh and rounding around to the top of her ass. Your hands move down, the plush of Vinyl’s bum pushing through the gaps in your fingers.
Her flank is soft and squeezable, with a hint of muscle hidden behind the pillowy buns. Vinyl moans on your nipple as you massage her rump, throwing in a light spank or two in for good measure. Her hooves continue to roam your body, silky fur exploring every cervices, nook, and scar on your body. She eventually bumps your belt, chuckling as she pulls her mouth back, teeth slightly pinching your mammary before snapping back.
“I think it’s about time for the main course” Vinyl purrs, flipping you onto your back. Her hooves push at your pants, slowly starting to inch down your hips. As she does so, Vinyl grinds her body against yours, gently massaging the entire area. Just as your pants meet the top of your crotch, she stops. Looking at Vinyl in confusion, she grins and leans into your ear, whispering;
“You can put you fingers anywhere...”
Suddenly, she spins around, yanking your pants down to your ankles and freeing your throbbing erection, as well as filling your eyes with a gorgeous view. Vinyl’s electric blue tail was pushed to the side, her moist slit just inches from your face. A pleasant vanilla aroma wafted by your nose, Vinyl’s glistening lips puckering slightly as she shifts and rolls her hips accordingly.
A hot, wet feeling drags along the base of your cock, it twitching in attention. Vinyl smacks her lips together, contemplating the taste before diving back and tonguing the sides. You groan, trickling your hands around your lover’s hooves, up her legs and teasing her waiting slit.
Vinyl flops her tongue out, mashes it back at your base, and slowly, agonizingly drags the full width of it up to your tip. “Salty...” she mutters, a hoof curling and juggling your balls lovingly. Feeling your hands roam her form, Vinyl sighs and wiggles her rump in your hands.
“Are ya just gonna stare at it, or do I need to get things started?” Vinyl laughed, peering over her shoulder at you. Her red eyes almost seemed to glow in the soft light of your room, that smirk still resting on her face. That glorious smirk. You decide you want to see it more often, and hear those cute, sexy moans of delight.
Your index finger slides along the base of Vinyl’s tail, a quick shudder zipping through her. Your finger pauses slightly, before softly rubbing Vinyl’s second hole. She gasps before a low, guttural groan escapes her. Kicking it up a notch, your thumb slams down and pushes along her dripping crevice while your finger continues to tease her asshole.
Vinyl tries to stifle a moan, but to no avail. She squeaks as you continue to push and prod, finding little treasure spots that turn your friend into a pile of sensual mush. Her head falls to your thigh, tongue falling out to the side and eyes limp. Smirking to yourself, you stare at the prize just inches from your face. The sweet vanilla scent has only grown stronger, so much so that you can almost taste it.
Well actually, if you want to, you can taste it.
Sliding your thumb to Vinyl’s clit, you circle the button tenderly, making sure to continue to tickle her ass. Pulling back a bit, you take a second to admire her perfect, swollen lips that are just begging to be touched yet again. You can feel Vinyl begin to stir, most likely curious as to why you’d stopped. Quickly and without warning, you slide a finger inside Vinyl’s waiting snatch, and at the same time darting your tongue just above.
“AH-OH FUCK!”
Vinyl springs to life, forelegs jamming into your bed, which launches her backside straight into your face and down. Vinyl’s delicious rump encompasses your view, barely giving you enough room to breath. Although, access to her fruits is now near immediate.
This is a compromise you can live with.
You go to work licking, slurping, and eating Vinyl out like a dog and a butter-covered ham. Each taste of her is somehow better than the last, her juices drenching your chin. Vinyl, for her part, seemed to be in heaven, shifting and jamming her flanks left and right, trying to match your licks.
As much as you enjoy pleasuring Vinyl, you start to feel a little left in the cold. Your cock twitches in agreement, catching your mare’s attention.
“P-Pardon me-E!” she says with a squeal. “I-I’ve been s-so rude...”
She lowers her chest, still keeping your mouth trapped between her voluptuous cheeks. With the tact and grace of a construction worker, she slams your cock down her throat, moaning around the turgid member. You can’t help but groan in pleasure, buzzing your lips on Vinyl’s lower pair.
She’s taken your dick to the base, gaging slightly but still doing perfectly well for herself. She slowly brings her mouth up, only to jam it back down again. She does it again, and again, drooling all the while and beginning to pick up speed. This prompts you to do the side, now hammering your fingers inside both her holes along with your tongue ministrations.
Vinyl slams her maw around you one last time, holding it for a few seconds before she lifts her whole body off you. Legs shaking, she lifts her hips high and lowers her face to the bed. Peering under herself, Vinyl’s deep blush nearly matches her eyes, smoldering with passion. She utters three words through exasperated breaths;
“Inside me. Now.”
You’ve got no trouble doing that.
You sit up, rolling onto your knees behind her. You scoot forward, your hard member swinging idly. It slides along Vinyl’s thigh as you get closer as she hums happily, enjoying the warmth. You gasp slightly, your hands running down your mare’s back and up to her neck. Even the wonderful care you were just receiving couldn’t compare to the view in front of you.
Vinyl’s mane is damp with sweat, hanging idly on the bed and along the side of her face. You can feel the moisture in her fur as well, slightly bristled in excitement near the nape of her neck. Her hips are raised high, tail brushed to the side to give you a great look at her tight yet somehow bubbly flank and her juicy snatch. Something about the lighting seems to make Vinyl glow. Or maybe you're just that good.
She looks back into your eyes, her ever-present smirk faltering slightly. “C-C’mon, man. Don’t m-make me beg...” she pants.
Chuckling, you place your hand at the base of her tail, pushing her down just a bit so that you line up just right. You lean atop Vinyl, hooking your chin on her shoulder and hands by her head. “Sorry” you mutter. “You’re just so cute, I got a little distracted. “ With the new position in place, your cock brushes the underside of Vinyl’s slit, bumping her clit. Both of you moan, you sliding it back and forth in a slow rhythm. Her fluids mixed with her saliva, coating your rod.
“Mmm~” Vinyl’s foreleg reaches up, pulling at the back of your neck. She caresses your lips with hers, sticking her tongue out and running them along the tips of your teeth. Not wanting to let her take total control, you thrust your own pink muscle against her. You battle for dominance, sloppy lust-filled sounds filling the air.
Vinyl thrusts her hips back. You go forward. Together, you collide in a sea of euphoria, slipping inside her tightness. “Fuck!” Vinyl screams, pulling her lips away and digging her muzzle into the sheets. She’s incredibly clenched, her inner walls already working your shaft. Drawing out slowly, you take a second to savor the look of divine intervention on Vinyl’s face, before slowly pushing back in.
You build to a slow rhythm, adding a quick jab at the end of your stroke that reaches Vinyl’s depth, much to her joy. Together, you’re panting, heat rolling off your bodies from the ancient dance. You pull back to your knees, looking over your lover and grabbing a handful of her oh-so-succulent flank.
“Faster.”
You’re not sure who said the words, but you’re already complying. You begin to quicken your pace, pulling Vinyl back with every forward thrust. A wet, slapping sound fills the room, along with your grunts and Vinyl’s cries. You’re hitting the deepest part of her, more connected than you could’ve ever imagined. You feel less like two people, and more an amorphous thing.
A familiar pressure builds at the base of your balls. You’re surprised it took this long, but you did jack off this morning, so that probably explains things. the pleasure of Vinyl’s snatch shoots through your cock, a twirling torrent of endorphins and passion. This must be what a pegasus feels when they fly. No, that’s wrong. This is better.
“Ahhh-hh buck yessss!!”
Suddenly, Vinyl’s vagina clamps hard and her legs seizure against you, an extra splash of fluid trickling out of her. She screams fill the room, and by their volume, can probably be heard outside. She holds the position for a bit before relaxing, slowly circling her rear around your cock in a sort of lap dance motion.
“Oh my fucking Celestia...” she mutters, clearly out of breath. “That was... just, wow...”
Well shit. It seems her flattery was genuine, and you really are that good. You lean over and kiss Vinyl at the joint of her ear, lethargically trailing kisses down her neck. She hums in approval, rubbing your leg with her back hoof. Sighing, Vinyl pulls forward, letting your hard member slip out of her. She waits, for what you’re not entirely sure, before she looks back at you disappointed.
“You didn’t...?” The question’s posed, but you hadn’t realized until she asked.
“Oh! N-No...” you mutter. You don’t want her to feel bad or something, ‘cause you honestly feel amazing right now. “I’m close, though.”
Instantly Vinyl’s demeanor changes, pushing past devilish grin into pure cheshire smile. “Well then, get ready, buster” she says, horn lighting up. “Because this, is just for you only.” Her magic surrounds your Johnson, leading it back to Vinyl’s holes as she leans back. Her magic runs your head along her winking slit, again coating it in juices.
To your shock, her magic pushes your cock-head upwards, placing it softly at the entrance to her dark star. She begins bouncing her flanks up and down, hotdogging your dick between those lovely, kissable asscheeks. She coos, giggling while she watches you gasp for air. Her plot bouncing around your member only pushed you closer to the edge, and you feel like you need air badly.
Vinyl props her ass slightly higher than before, and then jams it back into your stomach, hilting you cock in her hole.
A low, primal growl barrels out, you now completely devoid of any finesse. You grasp both sides of her ass hard, digging your fingers in with an almost essential need to pound your lover, this adorably sexy mare, into next century. Your thrusts come at no rhythm or pattern, hard and visceral with you nearly barking your excitement. Vinyl’s cries of happiness are interrupted by your jack-hammering.
“Wo-w, ho-oly sh-it, f-fingers, yo-Oh YEAH... you’re r-really g-going t-to t-town...”
You don’t answer her, solely focusing on railing that hole with gusto. You ram and ram, hearing a suction-like noise mix with the joint growling and moaning of the room. Eventually, you hit your limit, feeling the the pressure build and begin to leak.
“Vinyl! I’m-!”
“Inside me!”
You blast load after load of creamy man-spunk inside her butt, ramming it a few extra times for good measure. Sighing, you flop onto your back close to hyperventilating, your cock flopping out of Vinyl’s anus with a slick pop!.
Soft motion to your right side grabs your attention. Vinyl’s crawled up, meeting you at the head of the bed, draping a foreleg around your stomach and her head on your chest. “Damn, dude” she pants. “I mean, fuck...”
“Yeah, I know, right?”
You both just lie there, content in the silent lucidity the night shares with you. Vinyl’s tender hoof runs along your belly, rubbing it in small circles. You snake your arm under her neck, curling it so your fingers can run through her mane. Vinyl chirps, giggling like a schoolgirl. “How had we not done this before?”
You’re not sure if you can answer that. Maybe it was your stubbornness, or some sense of your previous world, but right now, none of that seems to matter. You kiss her on the base of her horn and laid you head back, drifting off to sleep with the mare you love.
Author's Note
So guys! Another one-shot here, this one having been in progress for a long, long time. Hopefully it stands up to some semblance of standards. Enjoy!
