Not that drunk

“Damn it Spits, I’m not drunk!” Vinyl slurred her words as Spitfire held her steady in her wings, the pegasus was trying to open the door to her house. Something that was proving a challenge as she had to hold the unicorn up too.

“Just because you’re used to it doesn’t mean you’re immune. You can barely stand, Vi. Not another word, you can stay at my place,“ the yellow mare sternly replied and pushed the door open.

Spitfire lead Vinyl inside and closed the door before she finally dropped the white unicorn onto the couch. Vinyl instantly slumped sideways, sighing as she made herself comfortable.

“Thanks,” Vinyl said under her breath as she started to close her eyes.

Spitfire just raised an eyebrow, “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m trying to pass out on your couch.”

“No way Vi. You may have to at my place in Canterlot thanks to the cloud bed, but here in Trottingham you don’t. Hang on I’ll get you some water.”

Spitfire was already in the kitchen when Vinyl’s mind finished putting all pieces of the puzzle together. “What?!” she blurred out the words.

The yellow mare came back with a glass of water held in her wings. One look at it caused Vinyl to realize just how thirsty she was. The unicorn grabbed it in her magic and brought it up to her muzzle.

“You are the only unicorn I know that can use magic while being drunk,” Spitfire laughed. “I wonder if there is some rule about MUI?”

“Years of practice and besides, I’m not that drunk, Spits.” Vinyl glared at her as she downed the rest of the glass in one big gulp.

The wonderbolt only chuckled before waving with her wing for Vinyl to follow. To her legitimate surprise Vinyl actually managed to get up off the couch and follow her without any problems, until they made it to the bedroom that is. Spitfire went to the unused side of her big bed and Vinyl, thankfully, crashed on the other side.

“Sweet dreams, Vi,” Spitfire whispered.

Assuming that the unicorn was already asleep, she turned to the mirror beside the drawer and inspected herself. “I should really get rid of the suit,” she mumbled to herself, noticing that she still wore the tight fabric. She was so used to it that it felt more like a second skin than anything else.

After the show, they went directly to the bar and after some drinks, Spitfire didn’t care about being in her suit most of the time, but now that she saw how dirty it was, she was kinda disturbed by it. Besides, every time she fell asleep in it, she’d wake up itchy all to Tatarus.

Spitfire reached for the zipper and pulled it down, slowly revealing more and more of her yellow fur. Little did she noticed that Vinyl had not actually fallen asleep. The unicorn was awake and watching her.

Vinyl watched her slowly pulling the zipper down and nearly gasped. She grinned as more and more of the pegasus’s beautiful, yellow fur was revealed to her eyes. First the shoulders, then her back, and finally her well-rounded flank. Then Spitfire turned and her gaze met Vinyl’s.

Blushing furiously, the wonderbolt froze in her actions. She didn’t knew what she should think about it, but to her it didn’t felt wrong. Vinyl rose from the bed and approached her, suddenly more sober then she had been before.

The wonderbolt shivered slightly as Vinyl grabbed the zipper in her muzzle and pulled it completely down. The unicorn raised a hoof and slowly rubbed it over Spitfire’s belly.

Spitfire gasped as her uniform was pulled from her, her wings flared out behind her, stiff and a bit painful. Vinyl raised her head and gently nuzzled the feathers of the wonderbolt’s right wing. Spitfire never had let another pony touch her wings before now, not like this anyway. It felt… nice, better than nice. Vinyl’s muzzle on her wings sent her to heaven and the white hoof on her stomach only increased the feeling.

“Vi, what are you do-aaah.” A small moan leaving her muzzle interrupted what Spitfire was trying to say as the unicorn picked that moment to start licking and nibbling over her wings.

Spitfire had no idea how Vinyl knew about wing-anatomy, but she wasn’t about to complain. It felt wonderful. She was about to fall down as her knees buckled but Vinyl noticed and lead her to the bed before that happened, Spitfire obeyed and laid down on it, with her wings draped behind her, completely unfolded.

“Your wings are simply beautiful,” Vinyl whispered as she started to plant kisses on the joints.

As the white unicorn hit every pleasing spot on her wings, Spitfire still couldn’t stop wondering how she knew this. She was pretty sure that she had never taught her such a thing. She stopped wondering as Vinyl drew her tongue over her wing-muscles. Her right wing started to twitch as she let out a loud moan.

It had been weeks since her last release because of training and shows, so her body took this opportunity to relieve her tension.

Vinyl continued her ministrations on Spitfire’s wings when a rogue hoof found its way to Spitfire’s dripping marehood. The white unicorn forcefully rubbed her nethers with her hoof before lifting it to her muzzle and licking the liquid off it. “Your taste is awesome. I want more of that,” she seductively whispered and her hoof went back to work.

Spitfire squealed in joy and pleasure as she felt her orgasm reaching the edge. “I’m nearly there Vi!”

Right at that moment Vinyl softly bit down on Spitfire’s wing and pressed her hoof firmly against her snatch, pushing Spitfire hard over the edge.

Spitfire screamed out her orgasm while her marehood found it’s release. She felt herself let go of several sprays of cum. Vinyl released the wing and positioned herself behind the wonderbolt, leaning in. She started to lick and suck her clit dry, doing her best to draw the mare’s orgasm out.

It carried on for several more seconds before Spitfire laid her head down, breathing heavily. Vinyl in the meanwhile licked her clean, trying to get even the last drop of the tasty juice.

“Wow, not that drunk, huh?” Spitfire giggled between several deep breaths.

Vinyl laid down besides the wonderbolt and pouted, “I told you so.”

Spitfire turned her head to capture the unicorn in a soft, passionate kiss. The white mare gasped in surprise, but quickly leaned in. As a tongue gently asked for entrance, she welcomed it as a old friend, wrapping her own tongue around it. All too soon they had to break the kiss for some air.

Vinyl smiled softly before changing positions, making herself comfortable on the bed. She was on her back and closed her eyes while snuggling into the pillow. Then, she suddenly felt weight on her belly. And something wet on her fur.

Cracking an eye open she found herself muzzle on muzzle with Spitfire who sat on her belly. “I hope you didn’t think we’re done yet,” the wonderbolt purred seductively and nibbled on her left ear.

Vinyl grinned and powered her horn, letting her magic touch wander over Spitfire’s wings. Her magic worked over every single nerve, muscle, and feather. All the while another glow went straight to Spitfire’s once again soaking wet marehood.

Spitfire answered with loud moans from the multiple pleasure as she slowly grinded herself on Vinyl’s belly, the contact between her clit and the unicorns fur only added to the sensation.

If Vinyl thought that she had Spitfire under control at that moment, she was very wrong.

The wonderbolt leaned down and gave her horn a small lick around its base, causing Vinyl to shudder slightly. Still, her magic worked undisturbed.

Noticing Spitfire’s disappointed pout, Vinyl winked. “Experience, you can’t distract me that easily.”

That was all the encouragement Spitfire needed. With a grin, she took the tip of Vinyl’s horn into her muzzle, licking it ever so slightly. Spitfire felt the sparks of the magic on her tongue, it felt pretty good. Vinyl squirmed under her, an action that caused Spitfire to smile as she caught the mare off guard.

The unicorn tried to keep her magic up, she ran her touch over the beautiful, yellow wings. She twisted every feather into its right position, cleaned the wings with a lovers touch. It was getting more and more difficult as Spitfire never stopped her ministrations.

Spitfire noticed that the magic preening her wings seemly slowed down and moved on. She slowly lowered her muzzle, taking more and more of Vinyl’s horn into her mouth until it was completely inside. It was something she had never done, but her body acted like it was on autopilot. Her tongue wrapped softly around the horn while she started sucking on it like it was a candy cane.

The whole feeling on her horn drove Vinyl mad and she redirected her magic directly to her friend’s marehood. With a headliner effort she concentrated it directly between Spitfire’s labia, penetrating her with her magic. Spitfire and Vinyl both moaned, the wonderbolts moans muffled since she was still busy with the hornjob.

Vinyl had never received a hornjob before, but it felt awesome. She felt her orgasm building up and doubled her ministrations. Spitfire’s wings were clean by now, so she continued her ministrations directly into Spitfire's pussy. The muffled moans she received were pure music in her ears.

Spitfire was already near her second orgasm, but she never slowed down. She could also feel Vinyl’s horn heating up more and more. Having no idea what it meant, she guessed that the unicorn was getting close too. While she continued grinding herself against Vinyl’s chest she kept bobbing her head up and down. Vinyl screamed her pleasure as she was pushed over the edge.

The orgasm wasn’t like any other Vinyl could remember. She had the usual feelings, but there was another sensation, a sensation that come from her horn and invaded her mind with pure pleasure, numbing it completely. With another loud scream, Vinyl passed out.

As Vinyl reached her orgasm, her magic grew stronger for a short time, pumping into Spitfire like a machine. The wonderbolt screamed her pleasure into the horn as she felt it twitching. It surprised Spitfire as a bit of fluid shot into her muzzle. It was sweet and strong, invading her nerves and pushing her quickly over the edge.

Spitfire pulled up from her friend’s horn and screamed loudly, riding her orgasm out. The magic touch on her wings vanished as the lower glow gave her a final, hard thrust before it faded. The wonderbolt collapsed upon her lover, snuggling into the sweaty, white fur.

For minutes, she was just laying there before raising her muzzle to find Vinyl passed out, tongue out of her muzzle and drooling. With her last strength, she gave the unicorn a kiss and rolled off her.

“Sweet dreams, Vi.” she softly whispered while drawing a wing completely over Vinyl.

It was all too clear what it meant.

She’s mine!

Author's Note

Just something that came into my mind recently.
In my dreams.
I know I'm horrible

by: HarmonySplit