Drink & Drink Until Love Finds You

Six months since you've landed in this magical world known as Equestria. Everything was pretty much the same except for the fact that you are the only human in existence in Equestria. The rest of the inhabitants consist of colorful ponies that are always cheery and smiling and just all happy  jazz. And you weren't necessarily a fan of it. It was almost like that hadn't a care in the world and you just didn't understand that. I mean sure, from your six months here you've learned that most of the ponies and very forgiving and laid back. It's all unified. Back on Earth, people killed each other for the sake of killing each other. And you don't even think they know what a firearm is.

Anyways, it took a while for you to get on your feet here. For two months, you took up residence in the very few abandoned buildings in the town called Ponyville as you've come to figure out. During this time, your only option at food was the generous handouts(or as the ponies called them: hooveouts) that were given at the marketplace. Eventually you were able to find a job and save up enough "bits", which was the currency of Equestria, to buy a small apartment and keep yourself well fed. Your job was simple, since it was only delivering messages and packages to the residents of Ponyville. After a few weeks, you figured out where everyone lived and their names. It was nice getting know the majority of Ponyville's residents and at least trying to make a few friends along the way. But that never worked out for you. Though the ponies were nice, they just didn't seem interested in making a long lasting friendship with you. Probably because you were a completely different species and most ponies didn't know much about you besides your name and what you were. The closest thing you had to a friendship was Rarity, the local fashionista. She was more than helpful with getting you some clothes to wear that fitted you, since most of the ponies here were just above half your size. Not to mention they had an entirely different anatomy than yours... But alas, Rarity was simply trying to help you, not become friends with you. Much to your despair, of course.

Now, six months in, you simply sit in your apartment after your deliveries are done. With no friends to hang out with or talk with, you've resulted to ordering drinks from the bar that you stock up your fridge with for the week. The bartender was nice and understanding, but again, you could tell a friendship wouldn't work out. So you just order and go and drink your sorrows away at home.

That is, until a loud knock comes from your door. Setting down the glass, you head over to the door to greet whoever was disturbing you.

"Anonymous. Sorry to inform you, but the building is going under foreclosure," the stallion at the door informed you. You couldn't believe what you had just heard. You've never heard anything about the apartment building going under... "It appears that the owner of the place has decided to sell out and take the money to move to Manehattan. Unfortunately, we don't have any reserve housing for the residents of the building. Truly, I am sorry to say that you are...homeless."

You simply nod your head and close the door. Once closed, you slump against the door and slide to the ground, holding your head in your hands. For three months you've worked so you could keep this apartment, and now the jackass owner decides to run off with the money to start anew in Manehattan? Fucking piece of shit...

However, now wasn't the time to start cussing ponies out. You grab what money you have left and whatever possessions you can hold and head out the door. You had no idea where to go, so you went to the bar. You received plenty of strange looks as you walked down the street, carrying your possessions most valuable to you. But not one of the ponies offered any help, so you just kept walking. Luckily, the bar wasn't far away from your old apartment. Entering the bar, you take a seat and set down your things beside you.

"Why are you carrying all that, son?" asked the bartender, levitating up a glass from under the counter.

"My apartment building was foreclosed because the jackass who owned it decided to take all the money and ran off to Manehattan... Can I get a drink?" I asked, trying to avoid conversation since I definitely wasn't in the mood for it.

"Damn... Sorry to hear that. And sure, on the house." I raised my hand in protest before he did the same. "I insist. The least I can do for a troubled stranger," he finished, trotting off to make up a drink for me. Generosity bloomed in this town, and you neglected to take advantage of it. As the old saying goes, "If something seems too good to be true, it probably is."

For the next hour or so, you talked with the bartender and drank. He's a swell guy, always listening to the sorrows of his patrons and looking for ways to help. You could tell he's been around the block a few times. Eventually, the clock struck midnight and the bartender said it was time for closing. Sighing, you collected your things and walked out of the bar, wishing the bartender a fine farewell. Now, the only thing on your mind was a place to sleep and store your items. After wandering for 30 minutes, you found no place that was unoccupied, so you returned to the bar and set up shop in front of the building. For another hour you sat and tried to drift off to sleep, but to no avail. Your mind drifted back to your family on Earth and how they were dealing with your disappearance. You loved your family and they loved you back... It hurt to realize you'd never see them again...

Another hour drifted by and this time, you heard laughter and the clopping of hooves on the ground. Peering down the street, you saw three mares chatting up a storm at 2:30 in the morning, probably coming from one of the clubs down the street. Two of the mares were twins by the way they looked. Pegasi with the same colorization, only switched from coat to mane. The other had a pure white coat with a cobalt mane. You could make out the music note cutie mark on her flank.

You let your head hang and tried to remain unnoticeable to avoid any possible harassment from the passersby. That didn't go in your favor either.

"Hey look! It's the human!" one of the twins said, you catching her pointing a hoof at you from the corner of your eye.

"Ha! Wow, it seems like he's homeless. Told ya he wouldn't last that long out here, Flitter," the other twin giggled. The white mare said nothing and just looked at me. "C'mon, let's get out of here." The twins headed down the street before stopping to realize their other friend had stopped. You looked up at the white mare and smiled.

"You should go with them. Apparently I'm not worth the time according to them," you sighed, faking a smile. For all you knew, she was planning the best way to take whatever you had. You prayed to God that wasn't the case...

"C'mon on Vinyl! Let's get out of here!" shouted the one named Flitter. The white mare, Vinyl, looked back to them and then back to me. She smiled.

"Sorry about them. They can be pretty bitchy at times," Vinyl apologized. You shook your head.

"Eh. They're right. I wasn't able to stay on my feet..." you sighed. "You should get going. It could be pretty dangerous to wind up alone in the middle of the night." Vinyl laughed.

"Isn't that what you're planning on doing?"  she asked, taking a step closer to me. Flitter and her twin were still calling for Vinyl to leave me alone and get going, but she ignored them.

"Yeah, it is. But I'm assuming you have a house or something. I don't anymore, so I guess I call this my home," you looked down the street to the twin mares. "Your friends are waiting for you. Take advantage of that generosity. I never did." You hung your head and sighed, closing your eyes. You opened them when a bag of bits landed on your leg.

"Take advantage of that generosity, and my generosity of inviting you to a drink, well, today I guess. 6:00 pm, ok? See ya later!" Vinyl called, trotting away to her friends.  You couldn't help but smile at her kindness and how she didn't jump in with her friends. You just hoped she wasn't doing it out of pity...

******

For the whole day you waited inside the bar, seeing as you had no other place to go. For a good five hours you chatted with the bartender and swapped stories and drank away the day. By 5:00 pm, you stopped drinking so you wouldn't be that intoxicated when Vinyl showed up. If she even did. Your mind kept telling you that Vinyl simply did that out of pity for your circumstances and you were starting to believe that. For six months, everypony avoided you and now a mare is inviting you to drinks? Yeah. Bullshit. It's just as the old saying goes... "If it's too good to be true, it probably is."

6:00 pm rolled around and you took a seat in a booth. You sat there staring at the door, hoping that she didn't do last night's kind gesture out of pity... For 15 minutes you stared at the door and the white mare never walked in. But since you had no where else to go, you called over a waiter and ordered a drink. You drank for another 15 minutes until you put your head down on the table. Obviously, the gesture last night was of pity... Couldn't blame her for doing it though. She probably wanted to look all nice and generous in front of her friends and show them up as the better mare or something. I really don't know, and soon I'm pretty sure I'm not really going to care. I'll just have to sit here for the next five and a half hours until the bar closes... Who knows? Maybe she'll be walking the same the route tonight and you'll get to hear whatever explanation she had or maybe she'd give it to you plain and simple: That she was just trying to be nice and take pity on a stranger. I'd honestly prefer to hear that over some bullshit excuse that would make me feel like shit.

"You already started drinking without me?" the white mare's voice cut off your self pity and made you sit up. Vinyl was standing there, smiling and laughing a bit. "Yeah yeah, I know I'm late. I got caught up with a few things for my next show. Forgive me?" she asked, putting on a pouty look. You laughed a bit and nodded your head.

"I'm here all day anyways," you say, picking up a glass and raising it to your lips. "For a second there," you say as you bring the glass down to the table, "I thought you just invited me to drinks last night to prove you're better than your friends. Wouldn't blame you though, since that's how I've been treated for my duration here..." You put your head in your hands and sighed. Vinyl looked...sad.

"I'm really sorry to hear that..." she whispered, looking down to her drink. I looked up and studied her. She was a unicorn, which was obvious due to her horn. Her eyes were scarlet...stammeringly so. Her mane was mesmerizing; striped with deep blue and then a bright light blue. Kinda spiky at the ends, but not like the punk rock guys I've seen on Earth.

I shook my head, realizing I've been staring at her for the past 30 seconds. Vinyl only laughed. "Like what you see, huh?" she laughed. You blushed bright red and sighed.

"I'm trying to figure out why you're doing this. For my entire time here, not one pony has even wanted to give me the time of day. Now, as I'm sitting as a broken man outside a bar, some mare comes up to me and doesn't join in the insult circle with her friends and instead invites me out to drinks later that day. And not to mention the generous amount of bits donated as well..." you say, taking a sip from you glass again. Vinyl just kinda stares at you and then lightly smiles.

"I didn't join in with Cloudchaser and Flitter because, as I said, they can be pretty bitchy at times. I also didn't think it was fair to insult the homeless, whether they're a pony or not. And as for the invite... It just seemed like you could use a friend. Maybe a place to stay... I don't know, dude. And the bits were for tonight, so I hope you didn't spend them all already," she explained, smiling at me. A place to stay? That's more generosity than you could ever hope for. And fortunately you hadn't spent all the bits because the bartender loved doing the "on the house thing" so you were able to save plenty of money.

"Alright then. Glad it wasn't all out of pity... So, what's your name?" You ask, resting your chin on your hands.

"My name is Vinyl Scratch. I work as a DJ for whatever club hires me and I don't really spend much time in one place. I'm here for a string of jobs and that's that. How about you?" she asks back, lifting her glass to her lip using her horn's magic. Almost makes you wish you had one. Convenient and extraordinarily useful.

"My name is Anon. I've been here for six months and, uh, not really a fan of it. I don't really have any friends because none of the ponies will talk to me or really help me out. The bartender I'd consider a friend by now, but everyone else... Nah. They're not interested." You take a sip from your glass and sigh. You really didn't like talking about all this, but since she is offering you a place to live, you didn't have a choice.

"Huh. So, how'd you start out here?" she questions, resting her chin on her hooves.

"Well, I was homeless for the first two months. Took residence in any abandoned buildings I could find and sleep comfortably in. Not very many, by the way. After about three months some pony offered me a job. With the money earned from there, I was able to get an apartment. For the next three months I minded my own business and all that until the jackass that owned the apartment building took all the money from the place and ran off to start anew in Manehattan. Caused the apartment building to foreclose and once again, I'm stranded. And, with not being able to just leave my stuff alone in the fear of it being stolen, I've had to quit my job in order to keep whatever I have left safe. I'd rather keep the things that mean something to me than let it be taken by some stranger,"  you continued, swirling your drink around in the glass. Vinyl says nothing and does the same, but looks at you during that time. You avoid eye contact, not wanting to see what emotion could be held in her eyes. Disgust, regret, pity. Nothing that you needed nor wanted to see.

"You know, that's a whole lot of bullshit. I really am sorry to hear all that... Hopefully, I can get you back on your hoov-er, feet!" she says after a few minutes of silence. "You know what? Let's get you back to my place. I can get a room all for you!" she offers, leaving the booth and stretching. She looked really cute while doing it... Well, for a pony anyways. "Ahem. You can stop staring at me and we can get moving, Anon. I know I'm hot but jeez man," Vinyl laughs, trotting towards the exit. You follow her out, blushing like crazy. She's obviously a tease, and you really didn't know how to feel about that. All you were hoping is that she didn't try anything...

You wanted to slap yourself for thinking that. She's trying to help you, goddammit! Not fuck you. Jesus...

For the next 15-20 minutes, you follow her until she stops in front of a very nice house. "Welp, here we are! I'm pretty sure we can get a room for you... If, the workers came in and moved my studio equipment. It's supposed to go down to the PV Club by morning..." she drifts off and looks up at you. "Oh well. If they didn't move the stuff, then we can share a bed. No big deal." She trots past you and into the house, leaving you stunned. Uh, yes. It was a big deal. People don't just share a bed. I could just sleep on a couch or something... "Jeez dude. Why do you stand and stare so much?" she calls from the doorway, giving you a confused look. You chuckle and walk inside. As in most places, the interior is designed for ponies, not humans. That means everything is about half your size since the ponies themselves are above half your height but not higher than your chest. Good thing too, because you didn't want any of those hooves meeting your face.

"Anon, wait here. I'm going to go see if the movers came and did their job," Vinyl told you. Nodding your head, you sit down in the nearly too small chair and wait for Vinyl. You received your answer by the way you heard Vinyl groan from upstairs, along with a faint, "Dammit." You couldn't help but laugh. When Vinyl trotted down the stairs, you smiled at her. "I'm guessing from the noises I heard that the movers didn't come in?" you ask, laughing a bit. Vinyl gives you a sarcastic smile and starts trotting into another room.

"It's fine, really. Just follow me and I'll show you to my room," she calls out, leaving you to follow the sound of her voice. It's a pleasant voice...

Finally finding Vinyl laying in her bed, you look around for a couch or something. Scratching the back of your head, you give a small smile to Vinyl.

"I'm hoping there's a couch or something I sleep on? Maybe a cot?" you ask, since from the noises Vinyl made you were making the assumption that she didn't want to share the same bed. She only laughs.

"I got a bed right here. We're not little kids, Anon. We can share a bed," she giggles, lifting the covers up with her magic. You had no other choice but to join her since you didn't want to seem rude and you didn't want to sleep on the floor. Joining her in the bed, she made sure that we got equal amounts of the bed, which was good, since you didn't want to have only 1/10 of the bed while the girl gets 9/10 of the bed. Also, Vinyl's bed was really comfortable... For the first time in a while, you were going to get a good sleep. "Goodnight, Anon. We'll get you a separate bedroom soon," she yawned, leaning into the pillow. For about 10 minutes, you simply stared at the ceiling. You had found a friend and a place to live! Maybe you'll be able to get your job back and maybe making friends with Vinyl will cause other ponies to realize that you're pretty cool and hey, even more friends! You could become sociable and respected and eventually have your own house and wouldn't have to trouble Vinyl and just so many opportunities! It'd be great...absolutely great!

"Still not asleep yet, Anon?" Vinyl whispered turning over in the bed. Shit...you must've been talking aloud to yourself. Your face started burning bright red.

"No, I'm not. I'm just...thinking," you answer, avoiding eye contact. Vinyl giggled.

"You're thinking aloud you know," she said, poking at you.

"I guess I was, wasn't I?" you rhetorically ask. Silence follows.

"So..." Vinyl says, breaking the silence. "You think you're troubling me?" She sat up in the bed, looking at you. You still wouldn't make eye contact.

"In truth, I do. I mean, it's not like you have to do this-" Vinyl cuts you off by placing a hoof on your arm.

"I don't have to, but I am because I like you. You're a pretty good guy and I think you've been mistreated, so I'm helping you for as long as I can. Also, you're not getting your own house. You're staying with me," she explains, wrapping her hoof around your arm. "Now c'mon. Winter is nearly here and you're gonna have to get used to keeping me warm at night," she whispers, trying to pull you closer. Once again, you don't really have a choice as you slide in next to her. As she snuggles up to you, your heart starts racing. Her fur is soft and warm...comfortable to embrace. Her mane lies in a mess on your chest as she rests her head there. Her cute sigh/yawn makes your heart go into cardiac arrest and her sleeping face is not helping the cause, with her drooping ears and sleepy eyes. "C'mon," she whispers. "You gotta keep me warm. Wrap your arms around me." You do as told and hold her close. In your head, you have no idea why this is happening and why she is doing it, but you definitely don't want to protest. She sighs softly and drifts off to sleep as you do the same. After a few minutes of laying there, your heart starts chanting, "Love! Love! Love!" and your brain is agreeing fully. You finally drift off to sleep, happy for the first time since you were dropped into Equestria.

******

You awake once again in the middle of the night to Vinyl shifting in her sleep. She's doing this an awful lot, and you're contemplating asking her if anything was wrong. After she does it again, you rub her head. "Uh, Vinyl? Is something wrong?" you ask. She groggily looks up and smiles a bit.

"The only thing wrong is that you haven't tried anything."

What.

Vinyl smiles and shifts on your leg, this time making you feel something. Wet and hot... "I mean, I'm taking you into my bed and doing all this nice stuff for you, and I know you don't have much... But you do have something you can repay me with..." she sultry whispers. She shifts again and you feel the wet and warm feeling on your leg again, only higher up. You start to notice something in your pants(which you neglected to take off due to the momentary weirdness of sleeping with another mare) pitching a tent. Vinyl goes to shift again and you feel you poke her...

Neh shit.

Fortunately, Vinyl only smiles and looks down. "There it is! I'd figure for a guy who obviously hasn't gotten any in the last six months would be easy to get a hard-on... but damn you're persistent," she comments, lifting the covers off the both of you with her magic. "Since you're nice and ready, you can repay me right now," she moans, taking off your pants with her magic and straddling you. "No foreplay, either. I need this right now..." she groans. Her horn flashes and your underpants disappear, leaving your manhood to stand proudly at attention. A million thoughts run through your mind. Why? How? When? Why am I getting aroused by this? That's a pony! Bestiality! I'd be thrown in jail! Well, not here... Would I be? Shit!

"Uh... Vinyl? I don't think" Vinyl shuts you up by sliding her pussy lips on your cock.

"Shush, will you? Just let me do this...." she moans, continuing her sliding. Even though you're still not sure on this, you can't bring yourself to stop her. If anything, you want to thrust into her like...

Fuck! Stop!

"Ok... Enough is enough..." she whispers, raising her hips and grabbing your dick with her magic. "Hold on, Anon... You're going for a ride..." she moans before shoving herself down onto you, causing you and Vinyl to yelp. Immediately, she starts moving up and down at a sensual pace, moaning and cussing under her breath. Her vaginal muscles manipulate you in such a way that you're sure she's doing it on purpose, trying to get everything she can and pull you deeper in. Her movements become more and more intense, picking up with speed and aggression resulting in loud and wet slaps to sound whenever your bodies collide. Clenching your eyes shut since the beginning of this, you open them to see Vinyl's face in pure bliss, her tongue lolling out and her eyes drooping, fixated on nothing in particular. It's adorable, and gives you an idea...

You reach behind her, grabbing a handful of her ass and lift her up before slamming back down again. Her face comes to live once again with the look of shocking pleasure and she screams her desires for you to go faster and harder. You happily oblige, moving your hips in perfect sync with your hands, causing her to shudder every time you slam her down. Soon enough, she goes limp and falls onto your chest, tongue lolling out once again. "Faster..." she moans softly as you pick up the pace to fit her request. You feel at absolute bliss thrusting into her and you can tell she is too. But eventually you begin to feel that familiar building pressure in your crotch and you know you won't last much longer. And you tell her as such.

"Don't stop.... Whatever you do....just don't stop..." Vinyl whimpers as you continue to thrust into her. You had no intention of stopping.

You try to hold your load in for as long as possible so you can enjoy the sensation of fucking Vinyl for as long as possible, but it is proving inevitable. "Vinyl... I'm gonna..."

"Inside! Inside..." she moans. With the last few strokes, you blow inside her, coating her inner walls with your spunk. Vinyl screams loud enough to ensure that the neighbors won't be sleeping for the rest of the night as she rides out her own orgasm, using her burst of energy to grind against you as pump everything you have inside her. A few minutes pass before Vinyl falls onto your chest again and goes entirely limp. You do the same, head flopping back onto the pillow. For a few minutes, you remain inside her, not wanting to pull out of her warmth.

"Leave it inside me... It feels good..." Vinyl whispers, looking up at you. You lean down and kiss her, passionately. She responds by doing what she can to lean forward into it, her tongue poking at your teeth, wanting entry. You grant it and pull her body closer to yours so you both can enjoy a loving and passionate kiss...

Tonight, you've found more than a friend. You've found more than a caregiver. You've found love.