CHAPTER CONTAINS: M/F, oral, vaginal, cum, missionary, wingplay.

The incessant beeping of your alarm clock pierces your eardrums and you grumble, pulling the covers closer around your body in an effort to hang on to your last bits of sleep as they flee from your eyelids. Silently cursing the alarm clock, bane of your existence, you sit up and fiddle blindly with the switch to turn off the noise, finally shutting off the abominable contraption.

You push your covers off and roll to the edge of your bed, rubbing your eyes with the backs of your palms. A minute later you find yourself in the bathroom scrubbing your face with a wet washcloth, getting all of the crusty crap that forms beneath your eyelids detached from your face. Hanging the washcloth on your towel rack to dry, you balance yourself the edges of your sink and gaze at your face in the mirror, moving your free hand along your chin. You’ve got some small stubble, but it’s nothing too bad. Nodding to yourself, you strip out of your underwear and step into your shower, letting the warm water cascade over your aching muscles. Dancing—though admittedly extremely fun—was certainly a workout.

Ten minutes later with shampoo, conditioner, and body wash come and gone from your body, you step out and grab a towel, drying yourself off. You admire your physique in the mirror, flexing your still aching muscles. The shower may have helped relieve some of your discomfort, but the knots and tightness still remained. After drying off your hair and wrapping the towel around your waist, you unlock and open your bathroom door, making a beeline for your closet. It only takes you five minutes to throw your clothes on, consisting of a light t-shirt and lavender skinny jeans. Pulling a pair of wool socks onto your feet and walking out the door, you can hear a strange sound coming from elsewhere in your house.

It sounds like… vomiting?

Your pace quickens and you turn a corner, finding yourself in the living room. Surveying the premises you see that the makeshift bed you fashioned for Rainbow Dash last night was devoid of any sign of the pegasus, leading you to turn around and stare past your kitchen, towards the guest bathroom.

“Oh no,” you mumble to yourself, walking towards the door and giving it three soft knocks with the back of your hand. Another bout of vomiting can be heard from inside, followed quickly by the sound of the toilet flushing. “Hey, Dash, you alright?”

The sudden noise must have startled your friend, who gave a loud squeak before answering.

“Y-yeah, dude, I’m good,” her voice cracked, clearly strained. You roll your eyes.

“Need anything?” you add, pressing your ear against the door. The bathroom is silent for a moment before Rainbow coughs.

“Actually, some more toilet paper would be great. And some pain medicine.” You shake your head and step away from the door, opening the door of your hall closet and taking out a roll of toilet paper, beginning to head towards your bathroom where you keep your medications.

“Fuck hangovers,” you think to yourself, shaking your head sadly as another bout of vomiting begins in your guest bathroom.

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Twenty minutes and many rounds of dry heaving later, you and Rainbow Dash are sitting across from each other at your kitchen table. You’re already halfway through your bowl of cereal while Rainbow has already eaten most of your cheese and drank a couple glasses of your orange juice. The pegasus has her head on the table, rubbing her temples with her hands as her unkempt wings splay in all directions. She groans again and you roll your eyes, opening your mouth for another spoonful of cereal.

It’s a Saturday, and that means no work. While you’d more often than not be happy about the coming of the weekend, you know that most of the morning might have to be spent helping Rainbow stave off her hangover, and that means leaving only the afternoon for doing whatever you want. Cleaning out the rest of your bowl you stand up and place it into the sink, running the water briefly to rinse out the remains of your breakfast.

“Feeling better?” you ask over your shoulder. Rainbow groans and rolls her head to balance on her arm, looking at you with nearly lifeless eyes.

“Loads, actually,” she responds, rubbing her eyes with her free hand. “Thanks for dealing with me, man.”

“‘Course,” you reply, turning back around and leaning on the countertop. “Any plans for today?” Rainbow nods and presses her forehead to the table once again.

“Yeah, I have to fly up to Cloudsdale today to work on some… weather stuff. Or something.” You raise your eyebrow.

“I thought you didn’t work weekends…?”

“I don’t,” Rainbow replies, lifting her head up for long enough to take another sip of orange juice. “Taken too many sick days this year. Company needs me to work overtime.”

“Rough,” you respond, itching behind your ear. “When do you have to leave?”

“Not for a while, I need to head back to my place and feed Tank before I leave anyway, so I won’t be here for much longer.”

“You sure you’re okay to fly?” Rainbow gives you a deadpan look.

“I’m always okay to fly.”

“That was a terrible one-liner.” Rainbow rolls her eyes and stands up, catching herself on the table before she can topple over.

“Fucking blood pressure… Anyway, is it cool if I leave some of my stuff here?” You squint for a moment at the pegasus before she blushes and looks away. “Dude, I just don’t want to carry all of it up with me.” Makes sense. Still, you stare at her for a little bit longer before nodding.

“Sure, just let me know later when you need to get it.” Rainbow nods before turning back to you.

“I still have your spare key,” she replies, “from when I house-sitted for you, could I just use that whenever?” That’s right, she does. You visited your parents in Manehattan a few months ago and got Rainbow to house-sit for you. Since Rainbow has one of your most trusted friends ever since you moved to Ponyville, you shrug your shoulders.

“Sure, just lock up when you leave.”

Rainbow smiles and slips on her shoes, taking a moment to sniff her armpit before recoiling.

“I’ll shower back at my place, don’t want to use up any more of your time.” You shrug.

“It’s not really a problem, but I get that you’ve got to feed Tank.” Rainbow nods, opening you door and slipping outside. “See you later, then?”

“Yep! See ya, dude!”

The door shuts and you can hear the distant, muffled sound of her feet taking her down the gravel path away from your house, followed by the steady beat of her wings as she takes off and flies towards her house.

Spying a crumpled piece of paper on your kitchen table you walk over to it, reading it quickly. It’s that DJ’s number, what was her name… Treble Clef? Yeah, you think that was it. You pull your phone out of your pocket, quickly putting in the number and holding the phone to your ear. She seemed like a pretty down to earth girl, and it’s not like you have anything more important to do today.

The phone rings three times before a groggy-sounding voice answers, coughing for a moment.

“Yo, Treble Clef here, who’s this?”

You quickly remind her of your name and how you met the night before.

“Oh, that’s right!” she exclaims over the gritty connection. “What’s up?”

“Nothing much,” you reply, looking around your kitchen. “Had to help out my friend with a hangover this morning, but other than that my day’s been pretty uneventful. You?”

“I actually just woke up when you called,” she replied.

“Shit,” you apologize, “sorry about that.”

“No, no, man it’s fine!” she quickly exclaims. “I mean, I forgot to set my alarm, and I can sleep for a little too long when no one reminds me to get up.” You can relate, being pretty much the same way when it came to weekends.

“So,” you think for a moment, “have you ever visited Ponyville before?”

“Once, but I only stayed two days. Didn’t really see or do much.”

“What hotel are you at?” you ask, wondering if anything good you knew of food-wise was around her area.

“Staying at the Ponyville Inn this time around, with the other tour artists.” You smile to yourself, knowing just the place.

“Do you want to hang out later? I know a pretty good spot for lunch around there if you’re down.”

“Really? Totally! Why don’t you come by at around one? I’m in 231.” You quickly jot down her room number and the time before smiling to yourself.

“Sounds good, I’ll be there in…” you glance at the clock, seeing that it was going on ten-thirty, “a couple hours.”

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The time passes quickly, and before you know it you’re standing in front of the Ponyville Inn, pulling open the door and stepping inside. The crisp autumn air outside suddenly changes to a more humid, warm interior and you breathe in deeply, taking in the rustic scent of the building. Making a beeline for the elevators, you quickly pull out the paper you wrote on before, taking note of Treble’s room number. You press the elevator button and hear a ‘ding’ almost instantly, the wood colored doors sliding open gracefully.

A quick elevator ride later and you’re walking down the hall, looking for 231. Finally finding the white painted, wooden door you’re looking for, you give it a couple quick knocks, stepping back a step. The door opens quickly and you see the same green-maned pegasus from the night before standing in front of you. Treble smiles brightly and pulls you inside, embracing you and closing the door.

“Hey, man!” she exclaims, running back into the room and pulling on a pair of shoes. You greet her as well, taking notice of her appearance. She’s wearing a pair of turquoise skinny jeans and a loose-fitting white t-shirt, sporting a simple image of—rather fittingly—a treble clef. You take a quick look around, taking in the decorations. Treble’s laptop is lying on the bed with a DAW clearly running on the screen. You take a note of her cleanliness, seeing that she takes definite care of her environment, with only a single piece of loose clothing anywhere other than in her suitcase—a gray cardigan—which she quickly pulls on, shutting her laptop in the process. Suddenly she’s by your side again, smiling brightly. “So, where’re we going?”

“There’s a great place around the corner called Food for Equines,” you explain, opening the door and stepping outside while holding it open for her as well. She locks the door once it shuts and you both start off down the hallway, calling the elevator.

“Oh really?” Treble asks, “what kind of food?”

You shrug, trying to recall your past experiences at the restaurant.

“Pretty much anything, actually.”

Treble smiles and laughs slightly, stepping into the elevator as the doors open.

“I’m down with anything,” she replies, hitting the lobby button as you step in and the doors close behind. You descend two floors before the doors open again, revealing the lobby once more. Treble pulls you outside and you match her pace, pushing the Inn’s door open and walking back into the autumn air. You smile, Treble’s bubbly attitude is contagious.

The two of you talk about both everything and nothing at all as you walk to the restaurant, and you hold the door open for your partner as you both walk inside. You are quickly seated by a waiter who brings the two of you water and a small plate of hayfries, which Treble quickly begins wolfing down. As the two of you talk, the subject of childhood comes up, which your partner begins talking about rather reluctantly.

“I grew up in Baltimare,” she explains through mouthfuls of fries, “with both my parents pretty much working all the time. Did the whole school thing but it just didn’t click for me. Sure, I finished high school with a B+ average, but I decided not to pursue University last year. Something about it just didn’t seem to sit well with me. Anyway, I spent a lot of my free time in bands with my friends. Band-hopping, basically. I was the lead vocalist in a pretty awesome prog-rock band for a while, back when I was fourteen, and the other pretty successful one I was in was an electronic trio when I was sixteen. I guess the electronic stuff stuck with me, since I split off of that group just before my seventeenth birthday to form my solo act.”

“That the same one I saw last night?” you ask. Treble shakes her head, munching on another handful of hayfries.

“Nope, I actually went through a couple different iterations. This is the one I’m sticking with, however. Progressive house is definitely my favorite kind of music, and I love to make it. Once this tour with Vinyl and Neverlore ends, I’m going to be taking a couple months off touring to finish my third album under this alias.”

“Neverlore?” you ask, scratching your chin. “I only got to the club last night halfway through your act. Who are they?” Treble waves her hoof dismissively as your food comes, the waiter setting your respective dishes in front of the two of you.

“Some instrumental ambient act. I will admit, they were pretty good, just not the kind of music I like playing in the clubs I hit up, you know?” You nod in understanding. “Then again, there were a lot of couples dancing on the floor to their music. It was pretty nice to see.” Treble takes a bite of her salad as a pause.

“I see what you mean,” you reply, taking a bite of your meal as well. “But I really like ambient music. Pretty sure that’s what got me through college. Great study music.” The pegasus laughs for a moment, taking another bite.

“How long are you out of college?” she asks, eyeing you curiously.

“Just a couple years. I went to Celestia University in Canterlot for four years to get my undergrad, and I don’t plan on going back. Been living and working in Ponyville ever since.”

“So you’re…” she trails off, expecting you to finish.

“Twenty-two, yeah. Skipped the last couple years of high school due to getting all my credits done early.” Treble’s eyes nearly bug out of her head at what you casually dropped.

“How’d you manage that?” she cries, “I could barely handle music and school at the same time!”

You roll your eyes, taking another bite.

“My parents were real hard-asses when it came to education,” you reply. “Made me do summer school for two years, and since I had all my credits I just decided to apply to university rather than stay in a high school attending random classes for another two years.”

“I’m so, so sorry,” she replies, putting her hand over your own. You laugh and caress her hand for a moment before she pulls away, blushing.

“It’s cool, really,” you respond, “I turned out okay.”

“That you did,” she admits, brushing a lock of her green hair out of her face, “that you did.”

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After paying for the check—and meeting heavy resistance from Treble before doing it anyway—the two of you walk out the door of the restaurant with full bellies and full smiles. Treble stops for a moment to stretch on the side of the street, cracking her back in the process.

“Ahhh… much better,” she groans, smiling. “Hey, I’ve been working on some ideas for my new album this morning, you want to head back to my place and give me some feedback?”

“Sure,” you reply as Treble smiles back at you, turning the corner and walking back to the hotel entrance. It doesn’t take the two of you long to get there, however the streets are getting more and more packed with other ponies going from one weekend activity to the other. You hold the door of the Ponyville Inn open for Treble and step inside after her, walking past the reception desk towards the elevators. Treble presses the elevator button again and the two of you wait for it to descend. But as the doors open and you let the occupants out, one of them looks familiar…

“Hey dude!” Vinyl exclaims, pulling you into a hug. You smile and hug her back, rubbing her back slightly. From the corner of your eye you can see Treble’s face turn sour for a moment before she notices you looking and puts on a carefree expression.

“Hey Vinyl,” you reply, pulling away. Vinyl keeps her hand on yours, however, and you can find your face reddening. “How’re you?”

“Pretty good, pretty good,” she replies, gazing into your eyes. “We should, ah… hang out someti—”

“Alright, we gotta catch this elevator!” Treble exclaims, taking your free hand and pulling you away from Vinyl as the elevator doors close. “Talk to you later, Vinyl!”

After the doors close you turn to Treble, eyebrow raised.

“What was that for?” Suddenly her face turns bright red and she turns away from you, coughing into her sleeve.

“N-nothing, just…” she trails off, staring intently at the elevator doors until they open at the second floor again. Treble takes off down the hall, walking quickly. You catch up with her as she gets to her room, opening the door with a shaky hand and pulling you in with her. She closes the door behind the two of you, quickly opening the bathroom door, slipping inside. You hear the sound of a bolt sliding past the door, locking it from the inside. You catch your breath for a moment, rubbing your wrist where Treble had grabbed you.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she mumbles through the door. “I’m fine.” You hesitate for a moment.

“... you’re obviously not…” you say, walking up to the door and leaning your shoulder on it.

“No, I-I am. I’m fine, man—”

“What’s wrong with Vinyl?”

You can hear the sound of something dropping to the floor from the inside of the bathroom before a muttered expletive graces your ears.

“What do you mean?”

“Treble, I could tell that you were pissed at Vinyl.”

“I’m not pissed at her…”

“Treble…”

“Fine!” she yelled from the other side of the doorway. “I’m pissed at Vinyl! Jeez…”

“... why?” was the only response you could imagine. Treble and Vinyl were on the same tour together, and the fact that she was pissed at Vinyl after she saw you in the lobby and that she seemed jealous of Vinyl’s popularity… you’re not sure how the pieces are fitting together, but obviously Treble was hurt by Vinyl.

“... I saw you two…” came the timid reply. You began to ask what she meant before you limply dropped your hand from the doorway, realizing what she was referring to. You knew you had seen that flash of green hair after you and Vinyl had ‘finished up’ last night. Treble must have seen the two of you going at it.

“How… how long were you there?”

“Long enough…” Suddenly you slapped your hand to your face. You shouldn’t be feeling sorry for Treble, she wasn’t your girlfriend. You met each other yesterday and only just hung out today.

“Treble,” you began, “I’m sorry, but you’re you and I aren’t exactly in a relationship. What Vinyl and I do on our own time is none of your business. It’s not like you and I are having sex…”

“What if we were?”

In a flash, the deadbolt was unlocked and the door opened. Just seconds later, Treble had you pinned against the wall opposite the bathroom door, her lips clamped onto yours. The girl opened her mouth, allowing her tongue to tease across your lips, before you opened your mouth as well. Her tongue snaked inside your mouth, tasting you while obviously savoring the moment. Just as you were leaning back into the kiss, Treble pulled away, blushing furiously.

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s okay,” you say, placing a hand on the girl’s shoulder. She looks away from you, avoiding eye contact.

“It’s just that… Vinyl gets everything! She gets all the lights, the fans, the attention… even all the guys. And I’m just tagging along on her tour as a supporting act…” Treble looks back into your eyes, a tear escaping down her cheek. “I’m sorry, I just want… for once… the same kind of life that Vinyl has every single day…”

You lean down and gently kiss her, stroking the back of her head as you do so. For a moment Treble freezes, but then melts into your arms as her brain catches up to what she is feeling. She kisses you back tenderly, pulling you closer and wrapping her arms around your neck. For a minute, all is still except for the movement of your hands on each other and the motions of your tongues and lips.

Treble pulls away and grabs you by your shirt, dragging you towards her bed. She kicks off her shoes and you do the same while she moves her laptop to her bedside table. She motions for you to lay down on the bed, and you oblige, removing your socks as well. Treble rolls on top of you, tenderly laying kisses on your cheeks and lips as she teasingly moves her fingers further and further down your body. When she gets to your shorts she fumbles for a moment with the zipper, eventually unzipping your shorts and tossing them off of you. Your underwear follows the same fate, forming an untidy pile in the corner of her room.

As soon as Treble touches your cock you can already tell it’s hardening. The pegasus begins to give you a handjob, stopping for a moment to coat her hand in saliva before continuing. You moan into her mouth as she kisses you again, speeding up her rhythm. Reaching up to her waist, your hands meet the bottom of her cardigan and you lift it off of her while she holds up her arms to assist you. While she’s still sitting up she removes her t-shirt as well, leaving only a simple black bra to cover her moderately sized breasts. As she kisses you again your hands work over the top of her breasts, your fingertips underneath the cloth. You grunt with pleasure at the continued handjob and can feel your own release approaching with every passing second.

“Treble,” you warn, “I’m close…”

Those words cause your partner to smile and scoot down on the bed, taking the tip of your cock into her mouth. She gives a few quick pumps, her wet mouth feeling like heaven around your hot cock, and it’s enough to push you over the edge. Treble pulls her mouth off your sex after the first burst and takes the rest on her face, coating her features in white. She picks up her shirt from where she put it and wipes off the cum on her face, throwing the dirty shirt towards another corner of the room.

“I…” she gasps, leaning forward so that your foreheads are touching. “I need you…”

You roll over, pinning the smaller girl underneath you. She gives a squeal as you kiss her neck, working your way down to her chest. Your arms reach around her back and unclasp her bra, pulling it off and throwing it in the same direction her shirt went. Her soft pink nipples seem to glow in the mid-afternoon light shining through the window and you tweak them as you work on unclasping her jeans, making your partner moan.

You nearly tear off her jeans trying to get them off her slender legs and are greeted with a view of her underwear. Treble quickly shimmies out of them, leaving her glistening pussy exposed for you to see. Her pubic hair has been completely shaven, leaving her sex completely visible. You grab her thin, strong legs and pull her towards the base of the bed so that the entirety of her lower half is hanging off of the edge of the bed. You stand up, positioning your cock between her legs, and lean down and give her another kiss, although halfway through you remember another fact about Treble that you should bring up to her.

“Are you… are you a virgin?”

Treble puts a finger up to her mouth, suckling on the tip for a moment, before nodding.

“Yes… please… be gentle.”

You nod before looking back down at your cock, perfectly positioned at Treble’s quivering lips. With a soft force you begin to push past her outer lips, some of your cock disappearing into the pegasus’s vagina before she stiffens underneath you.

“Just… wait a moment,” she gasps, wriggling herself around on your cock. “Please… keep going.” You happily oblige, continuing to slowly stretch her pussy further and further around your cock. Treble bites her lip and closes her eyes as you begin to bottom out inside her pussy. “Ohh~ fuck…”

You wait a moment, completely bottomed out inside Treble’s vagina, waiting on her signal. When she opens her eyes and looks back at you nodding, you pull out nearly all the way and push back in, causing your partner’s tits to jiggle. You lift her legs and hook them over your shoulders, holding them there as you begin to push in and out with more and more force. Treble moans, her green mane bouncing left and right on her face as she tries desperately to control her body. Soon enough you are pistoning out completely before pushing suddenly back in, causing your partner to scream out in ecstasy.

“Holy shit,” Treble moans, “faster!”

You lower her legs and she wraps them around your waist, pulling you closer and further into her with every thrust. She reaches up and grabs your shoulders, sitting up slightly to gain more leverage to push herself against you. You let out a moan, causing your partner to smile and kiss you, your tongues fighting for dominance in each others mouths. Treble pulls away and focuses again on the hard cock sliding in and out of her pussy, a string of saliva bridging the gap between your mouths.

“Pull my wings!” she yells, turning over on her back slightly. You stop thrusting for a moment in stunned silence. Having never been with a pegasus before, you’re not sure how it was supposed to work. Treble continues to thrust into you, reminding you to continue.

“W-what?”

“I said, pull my wings!” she screams again, directing your hands to the base of her emerald wings. Your fingers latch onto the base and begin to massage them, eliciting a long and drawn out moan from Treble. Using her wings as leverage you continue to thrust in and out of her pussy, your cock making wonderful slurping noises as it penetrates her newly deflowered insides. Treble begins to scream louder now and you grab a nearby pillow, stuffing it into her mouth and muffling her cries.

“Fuck, Treble, I’m going to cum!” you gasp, thrusting even faster than before. Your partner spits out the pillow, a look of shock on her face.

“Not inside! Not inside!” she yells. With only seconds to spare, you pull your cock out from her heavenly lips and explode, leaving strand upon strand of sticky cum on her stomach and tits.

You climb back onto the bed, sidling up with Treble and kissing her on the cheek. She moves to roll over but you stop her, giving a meaningful look to the cum on her chest before getting up and retrieving the cum-stained shirt she used earlier to wipe off her face. You walk back and sensually remove the cum from her, using the shirt as a rag to soak it up. Treble laughs and pulls you in for another kiss, dragging you into bed and under the covers with her.

“That was amazing…” she breathes, kissing you on the lips once again. Treble moans into your mouth, her tongue swirling around over yours, before breaking the kiss and turning over. You pull her towards you, spooning her with your body as she drifts off to sleep. The girl sleeping right next to you is so warm you can’t help but feel your eyelids get heavier as well. Quickly you retrieve your phone from your shorts pocket, setting an alarm to go off at five-thirty, before climbing back into bed with Treble, cuddling her until you fall asleep.

Author's Note

Yay, chapter two is finished!
But who will you bone next?! Will the relationships you've formed in the past two days become something... more? Will you ever go back to the club? Will you ever learn your real name?! Tune in next time on Making Music to find out!
Well, everything except that last one. That's on you.
That's on you.