Author's Note

Alright, Day 1, Story 1. Dont worry, i know i suck at this, my pre-reader has been AWOL and i'm absolutely atrocious at this . However! This story is the first chapter of a hopefully very long romance between two OC characters. Hopefully its relatively enjoyable.

Day 1

"Ugghh" he groaned, rising from his warm spot on the bed,

"is it really that late?" He groaned again, the clock on his bedside read 11:22 am.

"Oh fuck!" He yelled, "I'm going to be late"! He jumped out of bed, landing a bit heavily on his hooves. Throwing on his bow-tie he trotted into the attached bathroom, combing his mane with a blur of crimson magic, he looked into the mirror.

He wasn't a bad looking stallion, he had a soft darkish blue coat, with a cerulean and black striped mane. He usually liked to have his mane spiked a little, but it often just fell to the side, covering his right eye. His horn was a long slender object, striped just like his mane. Having given up on preventing his mane from falling over his eye, he picked up a tooth brush, spurted on some cinnamon toothpaste, and went to work on his teeth, paying special attention the the fangs that glinted beneath his top lip. He was a vampony after all. Maybe not as intimidating as many of the others, as he tended to be pretty shy, even feminine at times. But hey, he had a couple friends, and that's all he really needed.

He jumped out of his room, quickly trotting into the small kitchen just outside, he lived in a very small house, in a modest neighborhood by the river, in Canterlot. Walking in from the front door, one would see the living room, with its TV, and rather large sound system. To the left of that, they would see a kitchen, with all the essentials, including a dishwasher, and enough counter space to cook an average meal with ease. Across the living room, if the pony had taken a right instead, they would be led down a short hallway, beyond an office space, and to a medium sized room. In the room was the stand for a cello, a soft comfy looking bed, and another sound system, this time, hooked up to a rather modern computer. He didn't have time to appreciate much of this as he quickly gulped down some caffeinated tea and hopped out the door, throwing on his saddlebags, and red aviators as he did so. Being a vampony, he usually wore a black hoodie, with his other accessories, but it was a hot day, and being outside for a little bit didn't bring the risk of being burned alive that longer periods risked.

Walking for a few blocks, he eventually had the chance to duck into a concert hall, bring a slight relief to his hot flesh, fur only did so well at blocking the sun. Near the entrance to the hall, was a small line of higher class ponies, most adorned with fine jewelry and other marks of the Canterlot elite. He admittedly felt a bit naked, wearing nothing more than his blue bow-tie, and black collar, it wasn't as if ponies usually wore clothes, but he swore he could feel the snooty elite's disdainful glares rake across his bare body. He wasn't an antisocial wreck as some ponies, but he preferred to stay out of the spotlight when possible.

Finally approaching the ticket checker, he floated out a ticket for the stallion to look over.

"One seat, A-12, for a mister Syncopate Symphony" The stallion announced,

"That would be me!" Smiled Syncopate.

"Indeed" commented the stallion, giving the vampony a quick look over. The smaller pony squirmed a little as the ticket checker's gaze passed over his cutie mark, it showed the image of a black treble clef, with a sound wave superimposed over it. Most likely awarding syncopate with his job of making music, he made both classical and dub step, even mixing the two sounds together if it worked.

The ticket checker eventually passed him through, letting him enter a massive concert hall, over a thousand seats angling down towards a single wooden stage. The sight took syncopates breath away, he took in the sight, enjoying the soft amber lighting filling the cavernous room, the smell of meticulously cleaned wood, even smelling the antique instruments on stage, just aching to produce their beloved sound. Syncopate eventually reached his seat in the front row, twelfth seat from the right, he always got his tickets as soon as he could, allowing him a good seat. As he reached his seat he looked over and smiled at the mare occupying it, she had been expecting him, and was a little worried when he didn't show as early as usual. Her name was midnight rose,She was a generally outspoken mare, even a bit rowdy when not kept in check, but he like her nonetheless, well, only as a friend anyways. She had a black coat turning a bit lighter near her hooves, her mane was black with artificial white streaks in it, she was an earth pony, so obviously she didn't have any extra appendages.

"Too bad Snow Streak couldn't make it ." She commented.

"Yeah, he's just got too much going on at work I guess," he replied,
Syncopate would never admit it to his friend, but snow streaks name always sent a flutter through his chest. Snow streak had always been a good friend and Syncopate adored that about him, and to be honest, Syncopate never really went after the mares. Neither of his friends knew this, and he'd been just fine that they never asked.

"Ooh, yay, i think they're starting!" Joyfully whispered midnight. Syncopate snapped out of his thoughts, turning to the stage. Several ponies were walking to the seats that had been put in the middle of the stage. The assorted ponies positioned themselves and their instruments, with wings, hooves or even magic. Soon the grand concert hall was in a deep silence, each ponies breath held in anticipation for the music.

The lead pony, skillfully wielding a cello, starts off with a deep note, sliding the bow across the strings with practised ease. Several of the violinists follow suite, bringing a light accompaniment to the slow strokes of the larger instrument. Listening to the beautiful stringed instruments, syncopates mind wanders off. He tended to think about snow a lot when he listened to music, whether it be a conglomeration of strings, or the thumping base of good dubstep. Snow, he had a white mane, striped with soft gray, like a winter's sky. His fur was the lightest blue, almost white. Syncopate loved the pegasus's eyes, the way they reflected like blue sapphire. On one occasion they had been talking, and syncopate had just stood there, and looked into snow's eyes, thankfully snow hadn't been paying close attention to syncopate, that would have been rather embarrassing.

Syncopate came back to reality as the symphony stopped playing. Looking around he noticed everypony applauding, even midnight, who still sat next to him. As much as he had enjoyed the concert, syncopate only clapped halfheartedly, his mind on things other than music. Midnight sat up after syncopate, and they looked at eachother.

"Quite the performance don'tcha think?" She asked him.

"Yeah, they did a good job, especially with the bass accompaniment. Umm, look, i would love to stay and chat, but ive got to go back home and do some, stuff..."

Midnight gave him a questioning look for moment, but agreed with him. Hugging him real quick, she walked out of the large hall, and was swallowed up by the bustling crowd leaving the building. Syncopate followed suite, heading home. He took only a few minutes to reach his house. Looking around he made sure all the window curtains were drawn, preventing any possible sunlight from disturbing him. It was early, but he wanted to lie down, he was feeling a bit... frisky. It was probably from thinking about snow, it happened a bit more than he would like to admit. Walking into his room, he dimmed the light, making the room dark. He slid into his bed, groaning a little as he stretched, cracking his back slightly, he even stretched his legs and forelegs. He was already making a scenario, one that shared many similarities with the others he liked to imagine.

Syncopate and snow laid in a bed, spooning, syncopate often pictured him as the little spoon, he could feel snows hardness poking his cheeks as they cuddled. Syncopate would lay there as snows hooves, wich started at his slender chest, slowly drifted down to his lower areas. Syncopate had a full on erection now, he loved fantasizing about snow, it always got him off. He put one of his hooves to his member, and started stroking it, loving the sensation. In his mind, snow would start rubbing his long phallus on syncopates rear, grinding slowly. syncopate let out a low moan as a spot of precum flowed out onto his member, slicking his hoof, and adding even more pleasure to his masturbation. Letting out a low moan, syncopate sped up his hoof. In his fantasy, snow would get on top of syncopate, mounting him, dominating him. Syncopate would bend down his forelegs, and let snow fuck as hard as he could. Snow would lean forward and grab on of syncopates ears, biting firmly. Eventually he would speed up, groaning loudly and flood syncopates entrance with his seed. Syncopate was panting heavily as his imaginary rutting session with the stallion of his dreams finally sent him over the edge, semen spurted out of his dick, and was caught by his magic, he didn't want to have to do more laundry than necessary after all.

After disposing of his masturbatory byproduct, syncopate went to his kitchen and pulled a blood pack out of his fridge, and absentmindedly drained it. He hoped snow would be free tomorrow, it was always fun hanging out with him, even if syncopate was too afraid to show his true feelings towards that stallion, well, maybe tomorrow.