Making Music

by PandoraBoxable

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, Berry Punch, DJ P0N-3, Human, Original Character, Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Second Person, Rainbow Dash, Sex
Length: 18063

Rainbow Dash invites you to go clubbing at a local institution advertising shows by Vinyl Scratch, a leading Equestrian DJ. An extra "show" may find you its captive audience before the night is over...

Back in Canterlot, the night life was always your thing. You could always be found on a Friday or Saturday night dancing in the hottest clubs of the city. Upon moving to Ponyville to pursue your career, however, you find the night life to be even more enticing than before, hitting up the same clubs weekend after weekend with your best friend Rainbow Dash. She invites you out for another night of clubbing at a local institution advertising headlining DJ sets from one of Equestria's top music talent: Vinyl Scratch.

The show, however, is nothing like you would have ever expected, and sets off a dramatic chain of events that lead you to have rather... surprising moments.

2nd person, humanized.

Content warnings posted at the start of every chapter.

Held #2 on the Popular Stories list for about five hours. Thanks, guys! <3

Published 2015-05-17 07:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2018-10-31 00:09:21 UTC

Verse One

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

Crescendo

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.

Interludes

Author's Note

Holy shit. Welcome back, everyone. It’s been a while.

Might expect another chapter soon… might not. Who knows? I certainly don’t. But ah... this one definitely has the best sex scene I've ever written in it, as well as writing that's probably much better than the other chapters. Y'know, since I'm three and a half years older than when I started this.

Jesus fuck haha read on sorry I'm wasting your time <3 much lov

CHAPTER CONTAINS: vanilla sex, creampie, blowjob/swallowing, M/F, banter, an adorable evening

Interludes

You pull the covers away from you slowly, attempting to not disturb the beautiful mare sleeping next to you. Her bare chest rose and fell with every deep breath, and the content smile on her face—almost completely obscured by her emerald mane—showed that she would be okay without you. You pull on your clothes, quickly scratching out a note with your address on it, leaving it on top of her small writing table. Making a quick stop in the bathroom to alleviate the pressure in your bladder, you make yourself look more presentable before quietly slipping outside, giving one last smile to Treble Clef.

The door shuts behind you and you start towards the elevators, pushing the button and walking into the open doors. You feel a dropping feeling as the elevator begins its descent towards the lobby. The trip is an uneventful one, only punctuated by light elevator music playing from a tin-sounding speaker.

The elevator opens and you step out into the lobby, walking towards the exit doors at the far end. Shivering as you encounter the chilly evening air, you can feel the hairs on your arms stand on end as you make your way down the street, back towards your house.

Getting home was a routine part of your day, of course. Normally you would immediately flop onto the couch and watch some mindless television or play video games, maybe light up a spliff or a J and relax, but you needed a shower after the action with Treble. You walk down the hallway towards your bathroom, stripping off your clothes and leaving them in a pile outside the door. You open the shower curtain and turn the knob to the right almost all the way. Since your shower normally runs cold for a few seconds you take a small amount of time to study yourself in the mirror, making a mental note to shave tomorrow morning.

Twenty minutes later, you turn off the water and dry yourself off. Wrapping a towel around your waist, you open the door and pick up your clothes, bringing them to the basket in the corner of your room. You slip your phone out from the pocket of your pants and bring the screen to life, noticing a new text message from Treble.

“Want to come to the show again tomorrow? I’d love to see you there.”

You smile softly to yourself as your fingers dance about the virtual keypad, quickly messaging a “For sure, see you~” before dropping your phone onto your bed. At that very moment, your stomach decides to rumble, making it evident that you need food. Quickly changing into some loose-fitting athletic shorts and a hoodie, you make your way over to your kitchen. Rummaging around in your refrigerator yields no apparent dinner results and you curse under your breath. After a moment of thinking you grab a colander off of the wall and run some water through it, pulling out a bag of pasta and a can of tomato sauce from your cupboard.

Minutes later there are two pots on your stove top, heating up the room with their warm effervescence. You’re lazily stirring the tomato sauce around when your door suddenly clicks open.

“Oh~,” Rainbow Dash says, “I didn’t see any lights on.”

You give a couple short laughs before turning around and staring at the pegasus. Her rainbow mane was slightly disheveled, as if she had just run a marathon, and her chest rose and fell with deep breaths.

“Hello to you too, Rainbow,” you reply, smirking. “May I ask what you’re doing in my house?”

She rolls her eyes at your playful snark and pulls off her jacket, walking into your living room and throwing herself down on your couch. Her hand moves to her white tank top and she begins pulling at the front, billowing fresh air over her skin while sighing.

“Just ah…” she trails off for a moment, closing her eyes and leaning back further. “Got back home from Cloudsdale and remembered I left some stuff here, wanted to make sure I grabbed it.”

“For sure,” you respond, taking your eyes off of Rainbow in order to check on the sauce. “You want anything to eat?”

“Actually? Yeah, that would be awesome.”

“Tight, should be done in a second. You…” you trail off with a glance at the pegasus, who is in the midst of peeling off her tank top from over her shoulders. Her black sports bra is on full display, and you notice that while the fabric is tightly rounding over her breasts, with the added compression and support from the bra they had to be about as large than Vinyl’s without any athletic minimisation. A different smell fills your nose for a moment and you snap out from gazing at the rainbow haired girl half naked on your couch, quickly stirring the now slightly burnt sauce. “You trying to take a shower or something beforehand? You look pretty beat.”

Rainbow laughs, shooting you a playful smirk, her magenta eyes staring directly into yours.

“Yeah actually, that would be great. Been pretty active today.”

“Work rough?”

“Real fucking rough, man,” she stands up, bending over to pop her back, “in ways you would never understand. Booked it back here.”

“Don’t take too long, this should be up in fifteen.” Dash waved at you from over her shoulder as she padded with bare feet down your hallway.

“Got it!”

You hear the bathroom door slam shut from the other end of your house, and as the faraway sound of water splashing against linoleum meets your ears, you realize you can’t seem to shake the image of Rainbow Dash—your best long time friend—peeling off her shirt in the middle of your living room. You wonder for a moment about what her eyes would look like filled with lust instead of levity, her hands grasping the waistline of her track pants as she slowly pushes the fabric down her thighs—

“Fuck, the sauce!”

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You’re dishing out the noodles into separate bowls when the water stops running.

“Hey man?” Rainbow calls from the bathroom, voice heavily muffled by the doors.

“Yeah?” you yell back, ladling out a heaping serving of sauce onto both dishes.

“You got any spare clothes I can wear? Mine are a little bit… ah…”

“For sure,” you interject. “In the bedroom, first drawer is shirts, fourth is shorts.”

“Thanks!” You hear the bathroom door open and the soft pitter-patter of feet fleeing from room to bedroom, forcing your gaze from the hallway as she crosses it. A smattering of dresser drawers closing rings down the hall and you see Rainbow emerge from your room and start down the hallway towards you as you retrieve a pitcher of water from the fridge and begin to pour you both a glass.

“Fuck,” Rainbow says as she walks into the kitchen, “a warm shower, clean clothes, and home-cooked dinner? You spoil me.” You glance over at her, noticing that she’s wearing a droptail tank you normally reserved for pajamas along with a loose-fitting pair of basketball shorts.

“You’re right,” you laugh, grinning, “you don’t deserve it.”

“Bitch,” she replies, rolling her eyes. “I don’t know why I put up with you.”

“Maybe because I take care of your drunk ass after a night out,” you smile with an eyebrow raised, ribbing her a little. She blushes and looks away. “But nah, that can’t be it.”

“Whatever,” Rainbow stammers. She drums a finger on the table while you push a bowl of noodles in front of her and walk around the island, taking a seat beside her on the other side. “Thanks,” she adds a second later, quietly. “For taking care of me, I mean.”

“Of course,” you reply. She looks at you from the corner of her vision and you give her a small smile. “Anytime.”

“Well,” she coughs, reaching for her water glass and taking a large drink before slamming it down and picking up her fork. “Let’s eat!”

“Let’s.”

Dinner was a mostly quiet affair, save for the extremely loud sounds of Rainbow’s almost violent slurping coming from beside you. You laugh to yourself as she gets up again and again for seconds and thirds, earning yourself an elbow in the ribcage for your levity. As you stand up to rinse and load the plates into the dishwasher Rainbow grabs your wrist, jumping up and taking plates out of your hands.

“I got this, man,” she says, grabbing the rest of the plates and pushing whatever she can’t take in the general direction of the sink. “You let me shower and made me food, it’s literally the least I could do.”

“Thanks, Rainbow,” you say, surprised. In all the years of you and Rainbow’s friendship she has never, ever volunteered to do any chore, especially not at your places.

“Don’t mention it. Oh, and also…” she trails off, quickly rushing through loading the last few dishes and skipping to her jacket, still on the couch. “I grabbed a lil’ something from my place.” Rainbow fishes around in the inner pocket for a moment before pulling out a thin pink tube. “Bolts aren’t due for another test for a few months…”

You chuckle softly at the immaculately rolled joint, carefully caught between Rainbow’s thin fingers.

“It’s Saturday night,” you say. Rainbow grins.

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“Listen…” Rainbow starts, trailing off over the soothing and natural sounds of Planet Equestria filling your living room. “Isn’t it crazy how people can like… know each other? On a personal level. Like know things about each other from our pasts. And like… we can talk about them an—dude, language is so fucking weird, think about it—we can have a conversation… like, here and now… and so that’s where like, the conversation is taking place.”

Rainbow shifts onto her side on your leather couch, her reddened eyes gazing back at you as you sit back, comfortably sunken into your beanbag. The joint has almost burned down to the crutch. You take another puff, feeling the smoke fill your lungs and hold it in as Rainbow continues her linguistics maresplaining.

“But then I can, you know, say something like… ‘oh, last year I went to the Griffin Kingdoms…’ and then like, we’re still talking here, in the present, but… we’re talking about something that happened a year ago, and we both just… go along with it. Like we know what we’re doing.”

You let out a cloud of smoke from your mouth, coughing slightly as the smoke dissipates into the living room atmosphere.

“Deixis, my dude. It’s crazy.”

“What?”

“Deixis, you know… what you were talking about. S’called deixis. The ‘here and now.’”

“Never heard that word before.”

“I feel like you would have enjoyed conceptual linguistics courses.”

“Nah,” she drags, flopping her head to the side and letting her rainbow hair flood down the side of her face. She stretches, arching her back as she scrutinizes your television. “It’s wild when I’m thinking about it, but when someone else is making me think about it?” She shakes her head wildly, reaching into a half-eaten bag of tortilla chips sitting on the ottoman and fishes one out, popping it into her mouth and making a satisfied hum.

“Understandable,” you say as you kill the last remnants of the joint and grind the ashes into the clay ashtray sitting beside the chip bag. “You would not have appreciated narrow transcription.”

“Egghead.”

“You’ve been calling me that for years now. Time to like… switch it up?”

“Bitch.”

“I don’t think those are equally powerful,” you say, scratching your hair as you watch a blue whale swim through a large school of smaller fish. Rainbow’s eyes are transfixed on the screen as well.

“This has been… a really nice day, all things considered,” Rainbow says. You smile.

“Glad my company could be of assistance.”

“Always is,” she replies. You turn your attention away from the TV to see Rainbow staring back at you. She smiles softly before blushing and turning away.

“You did that before,” you say, chuckling to yourself.

“What?” she says, turning back to look at you. “What did I do?”

“Just…” you stop, finding it hard to explain. Rainbow’s actions both in the bar last night—commenting on how many mares you were grinding with, becoming so shy after you expressed interest in Vinyl, even seemingly misinterpreting your words while she was drunk—and then all this today. It made your head spin the more you thought into the way your best friend might feel about you. Almost four years of friendship had given you no reason to think she thought of you as more than her best friend, but the more you thought about it the more examples you seemed to be able to pick out of thin air. The times Rainbow asked you about your hookup routines, sent you barely censored photos of herself in the interest of “getting your opinion for PegasiMingle,” invited you out to a fancy dinner with her parents and seemed to share looks with her father...

“Dude? What did I do?” Rainbow bites her lip. “You okay?”

“Yeah, sorry,” you apologize, shaking your head. She worried about you, and obviously is worrying about the way you think about her right now. Something’s up, and some mareijuana-bolstered confidence seemed to bubble up to the surface as you fought for your next words. “Just, what you did there. The way you, like… looked at me.”

“W-what about it?” she says, turning redder. The narrator blabs on about the dangers of the ocean floor in the background and you fish around on the ottoman for the remote, turning off the screen. The room is plunged into a fragile silence.

“Scooch over,” you say, grunting as you rise from the beanbag and move to the couch. She sits up, pulling her feet onto the couch cushions with her and leaning her back against the far armrest. You mimic her pose, grinning and sitting across from her. Through her blush, Rainbow laughs at your attempt to improve the overall mood.

“Seriously,” she says through her last chuckles, “I want to know what’s going on with you.”

“Same here,” you laugh. “Remember when you invited me to stay over with your parents in Cloudsdale? And took me out to that really fancy restaurant with them?”

“Café Pegás, yeah.”

“And what happened that night?”

Rainbow was silent but her eyes were still trained onto yours. She nodded slowly.

“We…”

“We cuddled, Rainbow,” you say, smiling. “We were watching a movie, some gore flick, and under the same blanket. And you asked if I was cold—”

“In my defense,” she stammers, cutting you off, “it was cold.”

“I wasn’t that cold. But you,” you point at Rainbow who blinks once “wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

You lean forward, getting as close as possible to Rainbow Dash.

“You think I’m hot enough to want to cuddle me.”

“N-no! No! I mean, like, you’re like hot and all—wait, like, in a—no, that’s no—I mean you’re hot but like not ‘I want to fuck my best friend’ hot, like, no—that’s stupid, I would never—”

“You think I’m hot,” you repeat, grin spreading. “Ohhhh, Rainbow Dash thinks I’m hot.”

“Dude, stop! It’s not like that!”

“Like what?”

“Like—” Rainbow cuts herself off, clamping her mouth shut and quickly looking away. “Like nothing.”

“Oh, there was definitely something there.”

“Like nothing!”

“Spill the beans, pal,” you say, crawling over and poking her in the arm. She flinches away and giggles, counter-attacking and sending her tickling fingers directly into the side of your ribcage. You flinch and invigorate your efforts to break her shell. Rainbow yelps and tucks her arms close to her as you tickle her abdomen, curling into a ball and rolling off of the couch before standing up and shooting back at you, knocking you back and returning fire with everything she has.

Minutes later, the assault has calmed down with Rainbow laying atop you, resting her head on your chest. The last remnants of inebriated laughter fade away into the air and you absentmindedly run your fingers through Rainbow’s hair, feeling her finger trace circles on your chest.

“Yeah, nothing there.”

“Whatever. Just because we’ve cuddled twice doesn’t mean I want to fuck you or something.”

“You don’t?”

Rainbow responds by burying her head into your chest. You laugh softly, smoothing your borrowed tank top flat against her skin, feeling her gently folded wings ruffle slightly through the fabric..

“Listen…” Rainbow starts, her voice muffled by your chest. She turns to the side once again, settling the top of her head into the crook of your neck. “I… do, want to fuck you. Like, yeah. You’re… you’re hot. To me. But like…” Rainbow pauses for a moment to trace circles faster and you can feel your ego begin to deflate. “I always wanted to hide that from you. Y’know, because you’re an egghead, and I clearly can’t be attracted to an egghead. Think about what ponies would say.” She takes a deep breath. “And like… I don’t want to mess up… this. Our friendship. You’re my best friend. Yeah, the girls are great, but… you’re someone I’ve always been able to go to just to take a break. Wind down. I don’t—”

“You don’t want a relationship with me.”

Rainbow slowly lets all the air out of her lungs. “Basically. Like, you’re hot, and I’d be down to hook up and all but… it’s really close to ‘relationship zone.’ And I’d rather just… have a best friend.”

“A best friend that you can fuck.”

“I mean, I wouldn’t say no.”

“Ditto.”

Rainbow raises her head off of your chest to look at you. “Wait, wh—”

“You’re hot, dude,” you say, laughing. “Like… fuck. Yeah. No, you can get it.”

“O-of course I am,” she grins, “I’m Rainbow Dash!” The dark red blush sweeping across her countenance betrays to you her appreciation of the compliment.

“You’re always trying to be so… on top of things,” you comment. “What if I kissed you right now?” Her blush deepens and her eyes flit around the room at random.

“I-I don’t know, I’d probably try and see ho—eep!”

You quickly shift forward and plant your lips directly onto Rainbow Dash’s. Her back tenses but slowly relaxes again, settling her stomach and midriff onto yours. She leans into the kiss, slightly opening her mouth and gasping into yours as your hands slow down their ministrations on her head and back, deepening and smoothing out the motions into something much more sensual.

After another moment of slow, heavy breathing and the supple movement of her lips against yours you break away from the kiss, leaning back against the couch and allowing Rainbow to settle her chin onto your chest once more.

“... wow,” she finally says after a couple seconds. “Oh.”

“Too sudden?” you ask, voice tinged with the worry that you might have made the situation worse.

“No, I—no one has ever… done that to me before.”

“Done what, kissed you?”

“No, dumbass,” she chuckles, resuming her finger’s circling on your chest. “Like… out-confidenced me. I’m always the one to make the first move. I think people just assume I could fuck them up or something if they came onto me.”

“Which you could,” you add, prompting another round of laughter from Rainbow.

“Yeah, yeah, I could,” she replies, and then buries her face into your chest once more. “It’s not fun though,” she speaks into your shirt. “Sometimes… I just want to be…”

“Be what?” you ask.

“... wanted. Like, really wanted. Just pure… lusted after from someone I can feel normal with any other time.”

“I think I’m getting an idea.”

“What’s that?”

“Dude, Rainbow. We’re high as fuck. We’re horny. We’re young and dumb adults who clearly have some sort of chemistry. Why not see if it’s sexual too?”

“I already know it’s sexual too.”

“What?”

“You’re into all the same girls I’m into. Dude, I wanted to fuck Vinyl Scratch. You get to have all the fun.”

“Play your cards right and you can fuck the dick that fucked Vinyl Scratch.”

“Dude, how could I play my cards wrong right now? We’re snuggling on your couch, we kissed, and I can already feel your dick poking into my stomach. Like, woah, but also… nice.” Now it’s your turn to blush. You silently curse your body for giving away your true feelings.

The truth is, you’ve been lusting over Rainbow for a while now. The little “incident” earlier when she came in, when you couldn’t stop thinking about Dash stripping in the middle of your living room was what really sealed the deal: you truly and suddenly saw Rainbow Dash as a potential sexual partner. The increased amount of sex for the past couple days really seemed to be affecting the ways you talked to the people around you, and it’s not like you didn’t think Rainbow was attractive before. I mean, hell, she’s a Wonderbolt, for crying out loud, not to mention one of Equestria’s last line of defense against powerful, evil monsters. A crime-fighting, weed-smoking, rave-attending super weapon that just so happened to have a drastically increased libido with you around. Your best friend. Fuck.

“This is so casual,” you comment, fully reveling in the situation. Here you are, your long-term best friend and incredibly sexy mare laying on your stomach, talking about wanting a friends-with-benefits relationship… and none of it felt out of place. “Like, it feels like we’re getting ready to fuck, and it’s just… a normal Saturday night with Dash.”

“Yeah.” Rainbow laughs, planting a kiss on your cheek before standing up, holding out a hand for you to take. You take it and rise to your feet, pocketing your lighter before quickly getting pulled into the hallway, away from the living room and kitchen. “Come on big guy, I’m horny and you’re hard.”

“There’s more joints in my room,” you comment, laughing.

“And you made me use my own stash tonight?” Rainbow laughs with you, squeezing your hand. “Fuck you, man.”

“I hope you do.”

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Once the bedroom door is closed you flip off the lights, leaving only the soft glow of your magic-infused string lights to blanket the room in a deep shade of purple and red. Rainbow’s face and body is shrouded in darkness as she comes closer to you, pressing her lips onto yours and laying her hands on your chest. Your hands move in response, wrapping one around her hip and pulling her close as you deepen the kiss. Rainbow moans into your mouth, her hands snaking around your body as you feel her wings ruffle beneath the fabric. You grasp the hem of her tank top with your hands and begin to pull upward. Understanding your intentions, rainbow breaks her lips away from your completely, helping you to pull the tank top up and over her head. Her breasts are small, and you quickly realize that your previous understanding of how sports bras worked was vastly incorrect.

You pull your shirt off as well, feeling Rainbow move away from you as you do so. Rainbow hops onto your bed, scooting up to lay on the pillows and pull her hair back. Depositing your shirt on the floor, you follow her to the bed, crawling up beside her and feeling her pull you in. Her lips meet yours and you gasp into her mouth as her tongue meets yours, twisting for a moment before pulling back and adjusting her lips, deepening the kiss once more. You can feel your pants growing tight and they press against Rainbow’s thigh, leading her hand to move from your back to your crotch, kneading your cock through the taught fabric.

“Fuck,” she gasps, “you’re so hard.” You bite her lower lip in response, eliciting a moan and a deep shiver. Your momentum leads you to move your hand to her crotch, slipping your fingers underneath the fabric and lightly brushing the folds of her pussy. Rainbow gasps and presses herself closer to you as she plants kisses down the underside of your chin to your throat, her hands moving to unzip your pants. You shift your weight to allow her better access and she pulls the zipper down, hands moving underneath your pants to now work over your underwear. Her hands are warm as she rubs your hard cock, moaning as your hand presses into her pussy. You insert your middle finger into her sex, feeling the warm softness pulsate around your digit. Rainbow moans into your neck, biting with little force leading you to grunt in the tiny pain. Your cock pulses and the pegasus giggles. Wetness floods around your finger and you push it in further, causing Rainbow to shudder.

“How much longer are you gonna hold up?” you teasingly ask.

“I’m so wet,” Rainbow laughs, “holy shit dude, this is awesome.”

“I’m not done yet,” you say. Rainbow tenses, shuddering again while looking at you with wide eyes. You quickly realize what just happened. “Are… are you a little bit… submissive, Rainbow Dash?” you say in mock surprise. Even in the deep purple light you can feel Rainbow blush. She tightens her grip around you.

“I… I–,” she stammers, burying her face into your chest. “N-no, that’s like, totally un-me.”

“Get on your back.”

“Okay.”

She complies, flipping away from you and onto her back. You move to her legs, taking off her shorts and throwing them onto the floor. As you remove yours too, Rainbow’s hand drifts to her crotch, making slow circles as she watches you undress. You smile to yourself, appreciating the ego boost as you crawl in-between her legs, approaching her pussy. You’re about to begin your tongue’s ministrations when Rainbow’s hand pushes back on your face, stopping you in your tracks.

“What’s up?” you ask. Rainbow looks away for a second.

“Can we skip this part?” she asks. “I honestly have never really liked it. It just feels… weird. To me.”

“What, eating you out?”

“Yeah, like… that’s kinda gross, dude.”

“I mean,” you pause, “if this is about you not wanting me to do someth—”

“It’s not just you, man,” Rainbow reassures you, “trust me. With everyone. I just don’t like it.”

“Alright, I just don’t want you to feel like you’re not getting a fair deal here.”

“Dude,” Rainbow laughs, “I’m just tryin’ to fuck, here. This is awesome right now. Really awesome. Plus, you wanna see something I do like doing?”

“Sure,” you say, excitement growing. Rainbow pulls you up to the top of the bed and rolls out of the way, coming to kneel over you. She moves her hands over your crotch, feeling your hard cock underneath the thin fabric of your underwear.

“Damn,” Rainbow says, “you’re pretty big. Go you.”

“Go me,” you agree, chuckling. Rainbow runs her fingers over your dick for a while longer before slowly inching down the hem of your shorts. You feel them slide over your hips, your cock jumping free of its undergarment enclosure, standing at full mast between you and Rainbow Dash. She pulls your underwear all the way down your leg, struggling at your ankle. You quickly whisk the garment away in a dull flash of magic, mimicking Vinyl yesterday. You silently thank her for showing you that move as Rainbow’s hands encircle your cock, rubbing the sensitive flesh softly up and down. Her fingers caress your shaft, moving slowly up to the tip before dropping away as she moves over your length, dipping her head down and taking the tip of your cock into her mouth.

“Holy shit,” you gasp, the wet and warm sensations of her soft mouth and textured tongue wrapping around your cock sending waves of pleasure shooting up your spine. Your legs and cock tense as Rainbow keeps going, taking more and more of your cock into her mouth until reaching a comfortable level about two-thirds of the way down, staying there for a moment before pulling her head back, releasing your cock—now glistening with saliva in the soft light—with a wet pop. The cool air invades your senses, tingling your length. You moan for Rainbow Dash to keep going and she places her mouth onto your cock once more, drawing her tongue down the side from the tip to the base and back again before wrapping her lips around your head and swirling her tongue around her mouth. You grunt and push your pelvis forward and Rainbow’s mouth opens, swallowing up your length. Moans escape your mouth and your hands find her head, snaking into her hair and massaging her head as she bobs up and down on your cock.

The pleasure is immense as the blowjob continues for minutes. Your chest heaves with labored breaths as Rainbow continues sucking your cock, one hand now locked in place to her lips in a faux-deepthroat maneuver. Shocks of ecstasy cascade through your body and burst into colours in your vision.

“Rainbow,” you moan, “I’m not gonna last much longer.”

She removes her mouth from your cock for a moment to utter a simple “good” before dropping down again, engulfing your dick once more. The breath leaves your lungs and you feel a familiar pressure building in your crotch, clouding the rest of your mind. Rainbow keeps bobbing up and down, up and down as the pressure builds higher and higher in your loins. Your hands tighten around Rainbow’s head, now semi-thrusting back into her mouth in rhythm with her strokes. You hold her head in place as your cock pushes deep into her mouth again and again.

“Aahh~” you gasp, “Rainbow, I’m gonna...—!”

Rainbow moans over your cock, the vibrations giving you every motivation to finally burst. Your back heaves upward, tensing with the orgasm rocking through your body. Ropes of thick cum spatter the inside of Rainbow’s mouth and you can feel her mouth rub over your sensitive cock to swallow it down through the cloudy, pleasure-haze of the climax. More and more cum erupts from your cock and coats her throat before all too soon the orgasm begins to fade and you drop back onto the bed, Rainbow cleaning the last remnants of your cum off of your shaft and swallowing them down. You lay in a heap, sweaty and panting.

“Ohh, shit…” you moan, stars floating above your vision. The magenta room spins slightly through the crossfade of orgasm and mareijuana and you giggle to yourself. Rainbow wipes her mouth and crawls up beside you, planting small kisses on your torso and arms as she does so. “That was amazing, Dash.”

“Yeah?” Rainbow smiles, wrapping her arms around you and squeezing tight. “I like to think myself an expert. And for the record,” Rainbow smacks her lips beside you, “you don’t taste half bad. Definitely not the worst.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” you sigh, still discombobulated from the haze of pleasure that still hangs around your body. You feel your cock twitch and you smile, working a quick spell with your mind. Your hands and cock glow for a moment before your cock stands at full mast once more, hardened and ready.

“... oh.” Rainbow says, shuddering. “Oh. You can do that.”

“Yeah,” you say. “Yeah. I can do that.”

“Dude…” Rainbow says, trailing off for a moment. You turn your head to look at her. Her eyes are fixated on your cock, a large smile on her face. “... Magic.”

“Magic.”

“Magic is awesome. I was totally thinking I’d just fuck you in the morning or something.”

“Both?”

“... shit. My kind of dude.”

You roll over Rainbow, feeling her shift into position underneath you. Clambering over her, your pulsing cock approaches the folds of her pussy. Her hand moves down around your shaft, guiding your cock in line with her entrance as your hands tease the skin around her neck.

“You ready?” you ask, smiling down at your best friend.

“Hell yeah,” Rainbow says, “just gotta prepare myself.”

“Anything I can do?” you ask.

“Just go a bit slow,” she says, “just so that I can get used to it a bit.”

“You got it.” you say, pressing your tip slowly into her entrance. Rainbow gasps as her folds part, your cock slowly slipping into her pussy, rubbing against the warm walls and making Rainbow squirm. You can feel her chest heave underneath you and you move your head down, meeting her lips in a comforting kiss as you continue to push your length slowly into Dash. Her breathing becomes slower and moans begin to escape from Rainbow’s mouth as your cock bottoms out inside of her. She flexes her legs and you can feel her walls shift, rubbing around the outside of your cock. You moan as well, and Rainbow takes the opportunity to catch your mouth in another kiss, quickly deepening it before pulling away.

“You can go faster now,” she whispers. You give her one final kiss before straightening your arms, pulling your cock out of Rainbow’s pussy. She whimpers as your cock begins to be removed but just as the final bit of shaft is outside you thrust your cock back in, smacking Rainbow’s hips with yours and feeling her shudder with ecstasy around your cock. You increase the pace, pulling out and pushing your cock into Rainbow’s pussy in a consistent wave, feeling her legs wrap around your back and pull you in closer, her thighs tensing and relaxing in time with your strokes. Breaking your lips away from Rainbow’s you begin to slowly and seductively kiss the underside of her chin, feeling her tilt her head away to allow you better access as she makes tiny cooes of pleasure at the touch. Rainbow tenses as she draws in a deep breath, her mouth contorted into a silent scream as she wraps her arms around your chest and pulls you close, holding you in place deep within her sex. She shakes around your cock, gasping into your ear in pleasure as an orgasm rocks her body. Wetness floods around your cock and you can feel the walls of her pussy constrict and dilate around your sensitive skin over and over again.

After a few seconds she relaxes completely, her arms and legs falling away from you. You take the opportunity to pull out and thrust into her pussy deeply once more, feeling her hips push back into yours in pleasure as a violent gasp erupts from her mouth. You shift your weight onto one hand, using the other to massage Rainbow’s breast. You cup the soft skin in your hand and press into it with your thumb, electing a moan of pleasure from Dash as you resume the rhythm of your cock pounding into her pussy.

“Oh, fuck~” she moans, writhing about beneath you. Your fingers move to her nipple, tracing around the sensitive tip with a careful touch before squeezing it, kneading it slowly between your fingers. Rainbow’s back arches and she lets out a moan, her breath quickening as she pushes back even more forcefully into your cock. You mouth a silent phrase of gratitude to the late-night internet research that allowed you to learn the orgasm-restriction spell you’re currently using to push back the pressure building in your crotch. In the deep wine-coloured light Rainbow looks downright gorgeous contorting in pleasure beneath the ministrations of your cock and hands, her moans sending waves of pleasure through your body. You increase your pace, wrapping an arm around her soft thigh and using it as leverage to thrust into Rainbow’s pussy harder and faster. She lets out a quiet scream, throwing her head back and clawing at your back with her fingers. Her legs lock you in again as her pussy squeezes tight around your length, her entire body quivering with the strength of her second orgasm. You slowly begin to move again, picking up the pace once more as Rainbow lays with her head lolled to the side, tongue draped out and onto your pillow.

The orgasm restriction spell can only do so much, however, and you quickly begin to notice it failing as you and Rainbow switch positions. You grab her and pull her up, helping her flip around onto her hands and knees. She curves her back as you line up your dick with her pussy, leaning back as you penetrate her. Your hands move around to her front and pick her up, holding her thin, lithe body with your upper body while your cock pumps in and out of her pussy once more. You twist her neck towards you and lock her lips in yours, sucking on each others lips and tongues and breathing deeply into each others throats. You increase your pace, allowing Rainbow to fall forward as you grasp her waist to keep her steady as you fuck her doggy-style. The pleasure is too much for Rainbow’s knees and you can see them failing, eventually leading Rainbow to collapse onto the bed underneath the weight of ecstasy. You continue pushing in and out of her pussy, feeling the familiar pressure in your crotch once more. Rainbow cries out in long, drawn out moans.

“Oh yes,” she cries, “oh, shit, fuck me, fuck me harder…~”

You press down on her back and neck, forcing her into the mattress as your thighs slap against her thick, taught ass. You can see your cock disappear again and again into her pussy as you look down, watching her muscular bottom, glistening with sweat, smack into your pelvis over and over again. The sensation was heavenly, Rainbow’s walls were velvet against your cock, her walls bathed you in warmth and wetness that built the pressure in your cock higher and higher until it was unbearable.

“Oh, Dash,” you moan into her ear from behind. “I’m gonna cum, Dash, I’m gonna cum inside you!”

“Do it!” the pegasus screams, her wings flapping slowly and listlessly with each stroke of your cock. “Cum inside me! Please! Oh… oh, fuck!”

Her cries were enough for you and you came, wrapping your arms tightly around her waist as you pushed yourself as far as you could go into Rainbow’s pussy, feeling the supple give of her ass as your weight pressed into it. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over you, clouding your thoughts as you feel Rainbow’s body wrack with its own orgasm, tense against the bed as her pussy milks every last drop of cum from your softening shaft. Cum spills out of Rainbow’s pussy onto your bedspread, seeping out around your cock in a flood. As the orgasm subsides, you pull your cock out completely to unleash the dam. Rainbow sighs at the sensation as cum flows out of her pussy, eventually coming to a slow drip. You’re already casting a spell to collect the cum, separating it from the fabric carefully before wrapping it in numerous tissues and throwing it in the trash.

“Fuck…” Rainbow says, sidling up to you and intertwining her naked body with yours. “That was amazing.”

“Yeah,” you agree, holding Rainbow back. “Awesome?”

“Awesome,” the pegasus responds, chuckling slightly. Without missing a beat, you roll over onto your side, opening your bedside table and pulling out an already rolled joint. Flicking your lighter, you blow a cloud of smoke over your room, the shadows from the smoke intertwining with the light cast by the magic-infused fairylights. “Lemme get some of that.” You pass the joint without complaint.

“Hey,” you start, looking up at the ceiling while Rainbow takes a long drag from the joint. “Is this going to get weird? I don’t want things to get weird.”

“Nah,” Rainbow says, passing the joint back to you before clutching both her arms around yours. “I’ve had weirder situations and they never went south. Listen,” she says, getting close to your ear to whisper, “I know we work well together. Hell, dude, we’re best friends. And I know I love spending time with you, and now I know that you can dick me down really well.” You blush at that, taking a drag. “I’m good at keeping things casual. And you are too, obviously, giving the dick to so many mares like this.”

“Yeah,” you agree, “this has been a strange few days.”

“Stranger things have happened,” said Rainbow, taking the joint from you once more.

Thirty minutes later, after some more light kissing and cuddling, Rainbow is fast asleep in your arms, the fairylights still casting their glow over the room, and the crutch of the unfinished joint still smoking slightly in the makeshift ashtray on your bedside table. You look down at the girl in your grasp, her eyes closed, mouth slightly open in slow, careful breathing.

Something told you this was going to be the start of something a little bit more interesting than one night stands.