CHAPTER CONTAINS: M/F, oral (both M on F and F on M), tit worship, ass, vaginal, cowgirl, etc.

Ponyville is a nice place to live. The quiet, rural aspect was always something you wanted from a town to live in, especially since you lived in Manehattan for the majority of your years growing up. Not that it was always quiet, mind you, far from the truth. The occasional beast from Tartarus did show up, as well as strange diseases, growths, ponies, and other strange phenomena, but that was something that made the town exciting. Always room for something more to see or do.

You are by no means rich, but solidly middle class, working one job that can pay the bills and allows you to have fun nights on the town after the sun has already set below the mountains in the West. And that’s when the Ponyville nightlife really kicked into full swing.

At twenty-two, you've still got a whole head of short, brown hair. Standing about 6 foot 3 inches, you're a little bit taller than the average pony. With no facial hair, deep blue eyes, and a smile that has turned heads on multiple occasions, you're fairly happy where you are. Because of your level of weight training that you've been maintaining for the last three years of your life, your body is semi-muscular, giving you a rather slim appearance. Being a unicorn has served you well in life, and you studied Equish with a minor in magic studies at Celestia University in Canterlot. You work at the local printing press of the national newspaper chain the Equestria Daily, providing editorial work and even writing the occasional local article or two.

You have just gotten home from work, and have switched your work clothes into something more casual, a nice striped button up shirt and comfortably baggy jeans. After tying a belt around your waist and throwing on some colorful skate shoes, you’re ready to kick off the evening. Grabbing your house key and wallet from the kitchen table, you make one last check of your pockets to make sure you’re not missing anything, and walk outside, shutting the door behind you. A sigh escapes your lips, the warm breath dissipating in the crisp autumn air. Leaves hung from the trees like expensive gold and amber, and some already decorated the ground with their bright, warm color.

Your feet move on their own accord, plodding down the path to your door and out onto the street. On your walk to your destination you could see a few other ponies out doing their own nighttime activities; Lyra sitting in the park with Bon Bon gazing at the leaves and happily strumming her lyre, Roseluck packing up her market stall while wrapping up a sale with Cheerilee, the Cutie Mark Crusaders – wrapped in their crusading capes – chasing a rabbit around the central square. You cracked a smile at that one. Since you were good friends with Applejack and had done her multiple favors around the barn, you got to spend a lot more time with the Cutie Mark Crusaders than some other ponies around town. They were good kids.

A thumping bassline graces your ears and your smile gets wider. You stop in front of your destination, a clean, sparse white building with a muscular bouncer waiting outside. You pull out your ID and he takes a quick look at it, glancing at your face for a moment to make a match, and then gestures you inside.

The bass assaults your eardrums as the club door opens, and the musky stench of weed and sweat greets your nostrils. You’ve grown accustomed to the smell after many months of coming to the same establishment, and are good friends with one of the bartenders.

Speaking of bar, you could really use a drink.

“Hey!” Berry Punch yells your name over the music, gesturing you over to an open spot at the bar next to a very drunk looking Rainbow Dash. Blushing – most likely from the six mugs of cider she’s already consumed – she smiles at you and pats the seat. You walk over to her, waving. Rainbow Dash is your oldest and best friend, the two of you met four years ago at a Wonderbolts event at Celestia University back in Canterlot when you were 18. You invited Rainbow Dash to a lot of parties and the two of you have a history of questionable decisions—more importantly, a tight bond.

“Hey man, what’s up?” she semi-slurs, raising her lip into a grin and giving you a loose fist-bump.

“Not much,” you say, smiling back. “Don’t you think you’ve had enough?”

“Man,” she replies, shaking her head lazily, “I’m off work for the next two days. I don’t think I’ve had enough.” Berry Punch laughs and shakes her head, walking off to the opposite side of the bar to serve another customer.

“Fair,” you laugh, looking over at the DJ setup across the club. “You know who’s playing tonight?”

“Right now it’s some kid from Fillydelphia,” Rainbow says, “I think her name is... Treble Clef.” You took a moment to listen more carefully to the music. An upbeat, progressive house track was playing over the speakers, and a pegasus with a green and white mane was bent over a mixing board, headphones pressed to her ears. “And after this, Vinyl Scratch’s gonna be playin’ a set.”

You raise an eyebrow at that.

“Vinyl Scratch? Isn’t she that unicorn from Canterlot?” Rainbow nods her head and you can see Berry coming back to your side of the bar. You raise your hand and she nods, grabbing a couple bottles from across the bar and beginning to mix your usual drink.

“The one and only,” she replies, taking another drink from her mug. “Known as one of the best glitch hop and complextro artists in the industry. Remember, a couple months ago? We got blazed and I played you her latest album, you said it was 'toight.'"

“Oh shit, sounds like it’s going to be good.”

“Hell yeah it’s gonna be good,” Berry speaks up, punching you in the shoulder from across the bar while mixing a blue liqueur in with a base spirit. “Also, she’s really hot. And I know you haven’t had a marefriend in some time…” You blush and recoil away from the bar slightly as Berry laughs.

“Hey…” you protest. Berry laughs harder and slides your newly made drink over to you.

“Naw, I’m just kidding, big guy.” She leans in again. stage whispering over the house track booming through the club. “But, she’s single, too.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you reply jokingly. "Thanks, by the way." Berry winks as you toss a couple of bits onto the counter, which are promptly whisked away into her apron. Rainbow rolls her eyes and leans her head on a hand, staring at you.

“Suit yourself," Rainbow says. "But hey, you got the looks, man. Remember Burning Horse? You just gotta use ‘em.”

Your eyes move to the booth at the front of the room. The current DJ seems to really be enjoying herself, bobbing her head to her own track and smiling a big, toothy grin. Over the course of the set you order two more drinks, keeping your eyes mostly on the pegasus onstage. You and Rainbow shoot the shit for a while before settling into a comfortable silence as you appreciate the live set unfolding before you.

One final beat resonates throughout the club, and the music stops, replaced by the cheering of the crowd. Rainbow Dash is slumped over beside you, splayed across the bar. You roll your eyes, laughing to yourself softly as you return your attention to the scene unfolding in front of you.

All of a sudden, a massive sub bass booms over the club speakers as all the lights turn off simultaneously. A hush falls over the crowd as you gingerly set your drink down on the table and wander towards the floor, lightly pushing other club-goers out of your way to reach the middle of the room. Ambient cymbals and glitched textures fill your ears, the heavenly buzzing of a hundred differed chirp-like sounds gracing your consciousness.

“Holy shit,” you breathe out, closing your eyes as blue and white lights begin to flash around the stage, getting faster and faster in conjunction with the beat. The lights reach a crescendo and suddenly stop, along with all sound. A quiet ringing in your ears is all that remains of the introduction to the next act, and your palms are wet with anticipation for what comes next.

“Ponyville!” a mare’s voice booms over the crowd. “Get your mother-fucking hands in the air!”

Another quick drum fill and the lights flash on, finally allowing you to see the occupant of the stage. As soon as you do, however, your breath catches in your throat.

An blue maned, alabaster unicorn was standing over the mixing board, her arms pointed to the sky. Her eyes were closed in a picture perfect symbol of comfort. She belonged on the stage. You smile to yourself as she grins even wider, moving a hand down to her controls once again. She winks at the crowd, raising the microphone to her lips once again. You find yourself cheering subconsciously with the rest of the crowd, your hands outstretched to the beautiful mare owning the stage. The lights begin to flash again, your heart beating faster and faster as Vinyl Scratch bobs her head to the beat, using one hand to pump up the crowd while the other makes infinitesimal adjustments ten times a second on her mixing board.

The drum beats get exponentially faster, and as the music reaches it’s peak—

“EVERYPONY FUCKING JUMP!”

The bass booms and you lose yourself in the music, jumping and screaming with the other patrons of the dance club. Even with the cacophonous sound around you, your eyes are still fixated on the mare on the stage. Her white tank top tightly hugs her amble chest, and if you had to guess you’d say that there were at least double D’s under that fabric. Her beautiful mane swings around her shoulders as she bangs her head, licking her lips subconsciously while she focuses. Vinyl raises her arms above her shoulders, her tank top riding up on her toned stomach, revealing the waist of her skinny jeans that amplify her curvaceous ass perfectly.

Before you realize it, you feel a pressing on the front of your jeans and look down to see a mare violently grinding her ample butt on the front of your pants. Your hands reach down and pull her closer, seeing her purple hair bob up and down as she smiles back at you, enticing you forward with every beat. You smile to yourself as you knead her ass, yet suddenly you find the mental image of the same situation in your head, however Vinyl Scratch is the mare underneath you. With renewed vigor you push yourself into your ‘dance’ partner’s ass, your cock hardening and finding a resting place comfortably between her rather large asscheeks. The mare beneath you groans and you can feel her jeans beginning to get wet with arousal, which makes you smile even more. You whip your head back and again focus on the mare on the stage, seeing her twirl and dance with the music.

You make a silent promise to yourself. Tonight, you would fuck Vinyl Scratch.

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You grind with many different partners over the course of the evening, all of them being quite enjoyable. You managed not to blow your load inside your jeans, although admittedly came close in quite a few places. As the music stops for the last time you make your way over to the bar again, seeing Rainbow Dash still sitting on a stool, looking at nothing in particular. You sidle up to her, getting Berry’s attention and asking for another drink, before Rainbow notices your presence.

“O-oh, hey man,” she says, looking away from you. “Saw you out there on the floor. Looking pretty good with all those mares, huh?” You laugh to yourself as Berry passes you your drink.

“Yeah, something like that,” you reply, taking a swig from your glass. “You were right about that Vinyl Scratch chick.” Rainbow looks up at you, confused.

“What do you mean?” she asks, raising an eyebrow. You chuckle as you finish your drink.

“She’s damn hot.”

Rainbow laughs slightly to herself, looking away from you once again to instead stare into the bottom of her glass. Noticing this, you are about to ask her what’s up when Berry gets your attention by leaning close to your ear.

“Vinyl should be back in the dressing rooms by now,” she whispers, grinning. “It wouldn’t be that hard to go say hi.”

You nod to yourself and place your empty glass back on the table, pushing yourself away.

“I’ll be back to walk home with you in a half hour or so, Rainbow,” you say over your shoulder, “that cool?”

Rainbow nods to herself and gives you a half-smile.

“Yeah man, that’s cool.”

You smile and push through the crowd once again, this time however it’s much easier as all the music acts have ended. More ponies are flocking to the bar now, intent on getting their last minute drinks before they head out. You arrive at the stage, scanning it for any sign of a ‘performer’s entrance,’ your eyes settling on a door right behind the mixing board. The three security ponies that had been guarding the stage during the sets were now wheeling away the contents of the stage, starting with the large subwoofers on either side. As soon as they were out of sight, you climb up onto the stage and open the door, peering over your shoulder for any sign that you had been seen. Finding nopony other than Berry making large gestures to egg you on and Rainbow looking forlornly past you, you squeeze yourself past the door, shutting it behind you.

The closing of the door muffles half the sound you heard from the main room, and you turn around to see a string of lights hanging from the ceiling of a short hallway. Moving down the hall slowly, you can see numerous open doors with light streaming over their thresholds. Peering into the first door on the right, you can see the same green maned pegasus from the set before Vinyl’s sitting in front of a laptop, facing the door. Her head bobs up and down to an unknown beat from the earbuds in her ears, but her eyes notice you as soon as you peer inside. She places her laptop to the side, removing the earbuds and standing up.

“Hey man,” she says in a high-pitched, cute voice, “what’s up?”

“Not much,” you reply, stepping into the room. “Treble Clef, right?” The pegasus nods vigorously, placing a hand onto her chest.

“The one and only!” she exclaims, striking a pose. You chuckle to yourself as she blushes and smiles. “Sorry about that. Don’t get many people who actually know my name.”

“Mainly play openers, huh?” you ask, looking around the room. She nods slowly, focusing on your chest.

“Yeah, something like that. Not big enough in the music scene to be a headliner yet. Honestly, so many more kids are going towards the kind of music that Vinyl Scratch produces. She’s so popular… damn.” You could tell by the way she said Vinyl’s name that she wasn’t very fond of the fame that she received. You smiled softly, reaching out a hand to touch Treble’s shoulder.

“Hey,” you say, your hand gripping her shoulder slightly. “I saw the second half of your act and really liked what I heard.” Treble blushes, looking away from you. “How old are you, anyway?”

“Just turned eighteen this last month,” she says, smiling. “Finally can play at a lot more places now too, what with age restrictions and all.”

“Do you live in Ponyville?” you ask. Treble shakes her head, turning around and walking slowly back to her desk.

“Nah,” she says, shuffling around some papers and producing a stack of sticky notes. She pulls a pen from behind her ear and writes down a few numbers on it, giving it back to you. “I’m only in Ponyville for a couple more shows, so I’m only staying here a few more days.” You look down to the paper she gave you, seeing her phone number written on it. “But, if you want to hang out, just give me a call, you seem like a pretty cool guy.” She smiles and blushes, looking away from you again. You chuckle to yourself, placing the paper in your pocket for safekeeping.

“I definitely will,” you reply, walking backwards toward the door. “Gonna pick up some of your music as well, I found your style of progressive house pretty fresh.”

“Thanks, man!” she exclaims, smiling brighter. She runs over and hugs you tightly, her moderately sized chest pressing into yours. From this angle you can clearly tell she’s a little on the short side, her the top of her head only meeting the crook of your neck.

“Course,” you say, feeling her arms loosen as she extricates herself from around you. “Stay safe!”

She nods and blushes again as you close the door behind you, looking back down the hall. Music pours out of the open door at the far end of the hall and you make your way towards it. You knock on the door, but after ten seconds of no answer you assume that the music is too loud for the occupant of the room to hear. Pulling the door ajar you peek inside, spotting a shock of electric blue mane. You know you’ve got the right room, and you pull open the door further.

Music fills your ears once again as the door swings open and you step inside, quickly shutting it behind you. Vinyl’s eyes are still hidden by her purple shades, a fact that you can clearly see while looking into the mirror in front of her. Noticing your presence in the room, she reaches out a hand and turns off the speakers, quickly making the room quiet again. Vinyl swivels around in her chair and stares at you for a moment, pulling her shades down slightly so her red eyes gaze over your body.

“Well hellooo there,” she smiles, taking off her shades and stretching her arms above her head as she stands up. “Name’s Vinyl,” she says, sticking out her hand. You take it and share a handshake, finding her grip was surprisingly strong. You tell her your name and smile softly as she thinks for a moment.

“You know,” she starts, “I think I saw you out there in the crowd tonight. What was your count, four, five mares?” She ends her sentence with a smirk, wiggling her eyebrows up and down.

“Something like that,” you admit, grinning. “Honestly, I lost count.” Vinyl laughs and strokes her hand down your arm.

“Can’t blame you, dude. With looks like this,” she whistles through her teeth, “I can definitely see it.”

You blush and raise your eyebrow. “What do you mean?” you ask, seeing Vinyl suddenly withdraw her hand and run it through her mane, looking anywhere but at you.

“Nothing,” she quickly says, coughing into her hand. “So, you like the show?”

“Yeah, you were amazing!” you rave. Vinyl blushes, her hand still in her mane. She blinks a couple times and smiles. “I mean,” you begin to explain, “to be totally honest, I’d never heard your music before tonight. But what I saw up there, man, that was beautiful.”

“You think I’m beautiful?” Vinyl asks, raising an eyebrow in a sign of indifference that is betrayed by the blush taking over her face. You laugh nervously and scratch at your head, looking away from her eyes.

“Well, yeah, of course you are.”

Vinyl smiles and shifts her legs slightly, adjusting her tank top so that it shows a little more of her cleavage. You’re not sure why Vinyl responded like that, but you’re not exactly sure whether it was good or bad for you.

“Why don’t you sit down, dude?” She gestures over to a couch on the far side of the room, spanning the distance between the walls. The thing had to be at least twelve feet long, more than enough room for both of you—

You stop yourself before you can get ahead of your current situation. Stepping carefully over stacks of music magazines and busted speakers, you throw yourself onto the couch, feeling Vinyl settle in beside you. She places her hands behind her head, arching her back towards the ceiling. Your eyes almost bulge out of your sockets. Her tits must be at least twice as big as any of the other mare’s you’ve been with over the years, and also just as perky. Vinyl cracks her neck and pushes out her hands even further, making her tank top ride up on her stomach even more. You can see the waistband of her jeans, noticing that she’s not wearing a belt. You also notice a distinct lack of color between her jeans and her skin…

She’s not wearing panties.

“Take a photo, it’ll last longer.”

Vinyl’s sudden voice beside your head breaks you out of your stupor, causing you to shake your head and immediately avert your eyes, blushing heavily.

“S-sorry, I wasn’t—” you start, before Vinyl interrupts you.

“Don’t worry about it, dude, happens to me all the time. I’m actually flattered.” Vinyl grabs at her chest, pushing her massive orbs together. Your eyes are immediately glued to her cleavage and you find that you are unable to look away. “I mean, these things can get pretty annoying sometimes.”

“What do you mean by that?” you ask, gaining your composure.

“I mean,” Vinyl places a hand on your chest and starts rubbing through your shirt. “Look at this, dude. You’ve got no extra weight here. Whereas me,” she places both of her hands on her breasts again, massaging and kneading them through the thin cloth, “there’s so much weight here it’s hard to do all the stuff I need to without them jiggling around, you know?”

You nod dumbly, enraptured by the slow, soft movement of her flesh underneath her tank top.

“Yeah, you’re fucking hot…” you whisper to yourself, not even realizing it.

“You’re pretty good looking yourself,” Vinyl replies. Your eyes widen as you realize what you just said out loud. “As a matter of fact,” she continues, her eyes half-lidded, “I do have a lot of energy left from tonight…”

You blink, only catching about half of what the beautiful mare who was currently massaging her massive tits only a foot away from you was saying. Vinyl rolls her eyes, grabbing the bottom of her tank top and pulling it up and over her head. You sit in stunned silence as her tits bounce free, her nipples already perky from the massage she was just giving them. She grabs your hands and presses them to her chest, pushing them into her soft, supple flesh. Your fingers go on autopilot, kneading and squeezing her milky skin, her pillowy breasts almost liquid between your fingers. Vinyl moans and arches her head back as you continue your ministrations.

“Oooh, fuck~, right there,” she instructs as you feel her shudder beneath you. Leaning forward, you remove your left hand from her right breast.

“Hey, what are yo—oooohh….” she moans as your hand is quickly replaced by your mouth, licking and sucking on the sensitive nipple between your lips. You feel her hand on the back of your head, running her fingers through your hair and pressing you further between her breasts. Removing her right nipple from your mouth you switch sides, suckling on her other boob as she moans and groans above you.

Suddenly you feel her pushing you away and you cease your actions as her nipple comes out of your mouth with a wet ‘pop.’ She gets up off of the couch and stands right in front of you, her tits hanging over you and casting a shadow on your face. The clasp of her jeans is right in your face and you reach up, unbuttoning them and pulling them off of her slender legs. Her pussy glints with arousal in the marquee lights and you wrap your arms around her waist, pressing your face into her sex.

Vinyl lets out a loud moan and presses her hands on the back of your head again, pushing your face further between her legs. Your tongue works fast, penetrating her pussy and coating the walls of her vagina with your saliva. You begin to mouth the letters of the alphabet into her and she grabs your head with both hands, collapsing over you. Her breasts press against your back and you can feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she begs you to go deeper and faster.

All of a sudden Vinyl pushes you into her sex for the last time with her entire body, screaming into your back. Fluids coat your mouth and nose as you continue servicing her pussy, her body shuddering with each gasping breath she takes. Her legs collapse and she falls into your arms as you gently push and pull the ample skin on her ass, feeling the extremely curvaceous contours of her body. Vinyl cooes into your ear and nibbles on your cheek, causing you to laugh.

“Damn, dude…” the gasps, “that was amazing. But…” she pauses. “I shouldn’t be the only naked one here…”

With a flash of magic your clothes are off. You scan around the room for a moment, finding them neatly folded and stacked on the far side of the couch. Vinyl pushes you backwards and your naked back meets the soft felt on the couch. She crawls between your legs and runs a finger along your aching cock, eyes wide.

“Wow, man…” she says, enamored by your dick. “You’re really fucking big… how long are you?”

You laugh, the confidence boost giving you the opportunity to push your encounter even further.

“Why don’t you find out for yourself?” you say, running your fingers through her hair. Vinyl smiles deviously and puts both hands on your shaft, massaging your base. Her tongue snakes out of her mouth and licks across your balls, causing a shiver to run up your spine. She smiles even wider and opens her mouth wide, taking the tip of your cock into her lips as her hands continue their ministrations. The sudden wetness around your cock makes you gasp and arch your back, intent on getting more of your sex into her waiting mouth. Vinyl obliges, opening her mouth and throat more for your shaft. Inch by inch your shaft disappears into her mouth until Vinyl bottoms out, choking and sputtering. Her body’s normal digestive operations attempt to work on your dick, coating it in saliva and massaging it without Vinyl’s doing.

Vinyl pulls your dick out of her mouth, spitting on the tip and running her hand up and down your length to lubricate it with her own saliva.

“You like that?” she asks, voice laced with lust. You nod vigorously. Vinyl smiles and takes your head into her mouth again, bobbing up and down on the top one third of your shaft. You groan in pleasure, your hands pushing on the back of her head. She comes up for air once more and you grab her head, holding her in place as you line up your cock with her lips. Vinyl gets the message and opens her mouth wide, letting you have control. You push in and out, facefucking her as her throat naturally opens for you. She gags on your cock and her eyes water, but she’s still smiling, greedily taking more and more of you into her mouth until she is consistently deepthroating your dick.

“Ugh,” you groan, “fuck, I’m going to cum.”

Vinyl nods and smiles, motioning for you to go faster. You speed up, the pressure in your balls growing as they smack against her chin repeatedly. With one last thrust the pressure reaches a climax and you orgasm, pushing yourself as far as possible into her mouth as you coat her throat with cum. Blast after blast erupts from your cock and Vinyl’s eyes close, gladly swallowing more and more of your seed.

Vinyl smiles, pulling your cock out of her mouth and running her tongue along the tip, showing you the excess cum she has collected on her tongue before swallowing, licking her lips for emphasis. You gesture for her to climb up onto you and she does, pulling you into a deep kiss. Your tongues fight for dominance in each other’s mouths but eventually Vinyl wins, pinning you on your back and letting your hands roam around her body as she smashes her lips against yours. She pulls away and leans slightly onto her left side, gazing down at your cock. Sitting up, Vinyl gets on her knees with her pussy hovering over your still rock-hard cock, positioning herself.

“Wait,” you say reluctantly, “should I grab a condom?”

Vinyl shakes her head and smiles.

“No,” she replies. “I’ve been on the pill for a while now.” You nod and massage her hips as she teases her entrance with the tip of your cock. “Fuck, dude,” she moans, “I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to take you.”

“Only one way to find out,” you joke, smiling up at her. She grins, lowering herself down onto your dick. More and more of your shaft enters her pussy and she moans, finally bottoming out. Her ass sits squarely on your hips, and as you look at her face you can tell she’s biting her lip.

“Hey…” you start, “you alright?” Vinyl nods and looks into your eyes.

“Y-yeah,” she half moans, half says. “Just… just give me a minute.” Her hips begin to gyrate on you, making her ass jiggle and your cock rub against the walls of her insides. Vinyl groans and pushes herself up on her knees, releasing three quarters of your shaft from her warm prison, before falling back onto your cock once again. She begins to get into a solid rhythm, bouncing up and down on your dick as she massages her tits with both hands. You grab her hands and pull her down so that your chests are touching, much to Vinyl’s surprise, and kiss her as she continues to impale herself over and over again on your cock.

Vinyl screams into your mouth and she pushes herself faster against your cock, her pussy making slurping sounds as it noisily tried to suck more and more of your cock into her sex.

“Oh, fuck yes!” Vinyl screams closing her eyes and burying her face into your chest. “FUCK ME!”

You groan and hold Vinyl even closer, pushing up against her with all your might. The two of you working together to make your cock pound even faster into your partner’s sex makes the building feeling in your balls come on even faster than before. Vinyl pushes herself back up to her previous position, bringing your hands with her and pressing them into her tits. You absentmindedly begin kneading and pulling on her nipples and soft flesh as you pound her pussy with all your might.

“Fuck,” you groan. “I’m gonna cum!”

Vinyl presses her pussy as far onto your dick as possible, screaming as she throws her head back and pushing your hands further into her soft breasts. Your dick explodes, shooting burst after burst of hot, sticky cum all over her insides, coloring her pussy white. Vinyl stays in her silent reverie for a good half minute before limply falling onto your chest, breathing heavily.

“Holy fuck,” she gasps, caressing your face. “That was amazing…”

You lean down and pull her into another kiss, your tongues exploring each others mouths with much less rigor. Vinyl is the first to pull away, staring into your eyes before settling into the crook of your neck. Your cock, which until this point had still been buried in Vinyl’s pussy, slips free, coming out with a wet slurp and allowing a steady stream of cum to drain from your partner’s sex.

“Sorry to kill the moment,” you whisper, “but my friend is waiting for me outside.”

Vinyl groans and rolls off of you, falling gracelessly onto the carpeted floor of the dressing room. Her face is in a constant pout before she levitates over your pants, pulling your phone from your pocket. She concentrates for a moment, pressing a few buttons before returning it to your pocket and giving you your clothes.

“What was that?” you ask, curious. She smiles.

“Put your phone number into my contacts,” she replies, running a hand through her mane. “Just so we might be able to have some more fun before my tour moves to the next city.”

You smile, winking, before turning your attention to the door. For a moment it seems as if there was a pair of green eyes staring from the door, but as soon as you think you see something they’re gone, followed quickly by a shock of bright green hair. You shake your head, blinking a couple times, before pulling on your clothes. Vinyl does the same, putting on the tank top she was wearing before and throwing on the same jeans. As you walk to the door she gives your ass a playful squeeze, which you delightfully return, as well as pulling her into a final kiss. She opens the door for you and you step outside, noticing her eyes take on a sultry gaze as she closes the door after you.

You stand in the hallway, blinking for a moment, before shaking your head and turning to walk back the way you came. Opening the stage door you look around, seeing that security has already cleaned up the rest of the stage. There are still a few straggling ponies left at the bar, one of them you quickly recognize as Rainbow Dash. Berry Punch is leaning over the bar counter, talking animatedly with your friend until she notices you walking towards them. She pushes herself back behind the bar and absentmindedly begins cleaning glasses as you sit down beside Rainbow.

“Ready to go?” you ask, nudging her shoulder. Her eyes go wide for a moment before she lets out a sigh and pushes herself away from the table, standing up.

“Yeah,” she breathes, “let’s get out of here.”

You toss five bits onto the counter as a tip for Berry—who readily accepts—and walk out of the door, following Rainbow. The way she was walking made it look like she was either incredibly tired or incredibly drunk, both things you were very concerned about.

“Hey, Rainbow,” you start, walking alongside her and catching her arm with yours. She almost greedily accepts the gesture, holding on tight for balance. “You want to crash at my place tonight? It’s much closer…” Rainbow blushes before seemingly catching herself, turning to you with a smile.

“Y-yeah, man,” she pauses for a moment to let a hiccup pass, “that’d be great.”

The two of you arrive at your house a few minutes later, Rainbow tottering on her feet as you turn the key and open your front door. Pulling some pillows off your couch and grabbing some blankets from the hall closet, you prepare your usual makeshift bed for your friend, making sure she takes off her shoes and overshirt before getting under the covers.

“Need anything?” you ask. Her eyes dilate before realizing what you mean, coughing slightly into her hand.

“Nah, dude,” she mumbled closing her eyes. “I’m okay…”

You pat her shoulder, bidding her goodnight before walking into your room and shutting the door. The magic-infused fairylights in your room come to life, blanketing your room in their soft purple-white glow. You strip out of your clothes, throwing them in the hamper to worry about later, and flop into bed. Pulling the covers over your body and muttering a quick incantation under your breath to darken the lights, your thoughts are consumed by Vinyl Scratch and when the next time you see her will be, oblivious to the quiet moaning coming from your living room.

Author's Note

The first of a four-chapter clopfic. Oh boy, the first clopfic I've ever written. Hope you guys like it. Tell me what you think I can do better or should do more of in the comments below, and I'll make sure to take into account your ideas.
Thank you for reading!
~Panda