Vinyl's Gift

by Brandon Babypup

Rating: mature
Tags: Human, Romance, Second Person
Length: 5752

Christmas is getting worse and worse each year, and fewer people are believing in Santa anymore. Looks like there is a little extra magic to go around for those who do believe, and Dj Pon-3 wants to prove that to you with a special "personal" visit

Christmas is getting worse and worse each year, and fewer people are believing in Santa anymore. Looks like there is a little extra magic to go around for those who do believe, and Dj Pon-3 wants to prove that to you with a special "personal" visit

Warning! Clopfiction. Material is not appropriate for those under the age of 18. If you are under the age of 18, you need to leave immediately.

Warning! Futa content, PonyXReader(Male)

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-10-11 07:20:01 UTC

A Coat From Vinyl

Well,

This year went by a little bit fast...

With one more quiet look outside you could see the dry snow, settling on the street outside, only to whisk away in an instant, the cold wind like a giant saw spinning and slicing through coats of those who even dared to be out in it's fury. Icy roads and wind that can make any grown man cry....just what you wanted on this Christmas Eve. At least you got all your gifts right on time...only probably because everyone else is locked up inside they're house at the fireplace, with a thick blanket whimpering about the bitter weather.

As you know from previous years, this day is the longest of the year, and hopefully getting some of these wrapped will pass some time. You even remember while being up at the store to see the "believe meter" raising higher than ever, but watching the disapproving walk by. There used to be a spirit in the air when you were younger, an excitement that made your heart flutter and twirl in excitement, and now its kinda....well....gone....

About a week ago, you saw one empty letter left on the table in the store of the believe meter, and there on that thick chair you sat, and quietly began to write, with the tiny pencil, clearly meant for the little ones, your Christmas list, and thanking Santa for all he done....

But now here you are at home, cold, feeling sick of all the negativity flowing around you all the time. This weather and nothing to stay warm in or nothing to do, but wait, and be low on money, and be low on time.........and be low of Christmas spirit. But there was that tiny, TINY spark that was still there, that lets you remember, and brightens your heart when you see the excitement of a kid on Christmas day..... that spark maybe even brightened up the fact of the horrible weather outside... It just seemed Christmas just seemed down-in-thew-dumps the more you thought about it. it stinks being the only one to write letters or the only one to play and like holiday music, or the only one to keep the spirit up without the use of any alcohol or things. Back in the 90's, it used to not be that way... and people were not always asking for the latest video game system, or violent shoot-em-ups. The thought of how much things have changed almost brought a tear to your eye.

Your mind seemed to blank out for a moment there.... The sound of you locking your front door was deafening, and jolted you out of your trance of thinking for a moment. Your family on one side, and you on the other. They were heading out to the local fair, but to you, it just seemed less fun each time you went, and eventually it became to stressful to go. Maybe you can have a nice dinner for them ready  when they get home....if you finished all the stupid chores they threw on you first....maybe you should have gone with them, just so you could avoid that. The chilling frost on the windows told you otherwise, however, and soon you feel like you made the right decision.

You thought it was going to be just a normal night too. It was probably going to be a ton of chores, and a night of trying to find some half-decent clop pics of Vinyl Scratch....futa preferably of course. You laughed at yourself thinking on it, and shook your head. To think just a few years ago, you had no idea who she was, and now she has become an ultimate hero to you, and follows you in your head every time you practice making music, bad or good. You just practiced anyway, doing it for the rush of it...just like her, and of course, ending off on imagining how she would award you for practicing so much and diligently.

Meh, good to dream right?

A soft shift came from under the tree and your eyes naturally darted over to it. Some of the ornaments lightly swayed, but nothing looked different. Mabey it was your dog? But he was in the other room, rather than nibbling at the twigs. There was what seemed to be a little bit of a knocking sound, now, from one of the larger boxes. Perhaps another dog? no......That would be to cruel to leave him in the box until Christmas.... Something however, DEFINITELY moved, this time enough for you to naturally draw your hands to your side, reaching for your mace, but only to find that you left it in your room, not necessarily expecting a grinch or something to be shifting and hiding in a box on the INSIDE of the house. Taking a step closer, there was a pause, before the entire box flipped over, and out rolled a giant puff of fur, of cyan and white. You try to not show how shaky you were, and in half amazement and fear, blink to see if the present was just a figment of your wild imagination, but it wasn't. Regardless of the facts, however, you could hardly believe it.

"So....um....you gonna stare at me forever or what?" She mumbled low, knowing that it hit you like the Friendship Express at full throttle, adding in almost a inaudible whine of desperation.

Upon the first syllables your heart skips a few beats. Bewildered, but true, this was definitely the voice of your favorite DJ, the soft-fured, cute-tailed wild pony herself....Vinyl Scratch. Only after realizing it, you had to take a few breaths to make sure that you weren't gonna pass out. Probably to late anyway for that. You didn't seem drugged or anything, and yet here was this adorable 4 foot pony sitting in front of you with a knowing yet nervous look on her face. Apparently she done this before, as she didn't seem afraid of you for whatever reason...

"H....hello." you manage, barely letting that out.

You couldn't even think straight. Were you dreaming? Seeing things? High? Drunk?

You manage to let out a tiny squeak as you stepped forward, shaking harder than you have in a while, expecting to go right through her, or be seeing things all together if you touched her fur gently. To your surprise, it was like a new born downy bird. It seemed like air, and the softest material that you have ever felt.

"Ahh yes, always shy....thats expected..said that on your file after all. That's how they all are, but we make up for that. Merry Christmas by the way."

You give one more pet on her head slowly, just as if to be sure, and Vinyl stopped and folded her ears down. You knew this was a reaction from ponies when they usually feel sad or worried. Perhaps she sensed how shake you were and worried for you....bringing you both seemingly closer together.

And one heck of a way to give a holiday welcome! Wait until your friends here that while your family was out that you got a visit from Vinyl Scratch, your absolute favorite DJ! Right in your living room! Upon a split second of thinking however, reason kicked in, but you knew maybe you can tell them you got a "talking Vinyl Scratch doll" but if they asked to see it, your cover would probably be blown. Your family wouldn't even know what that is.

She looked at you skeptically, almost as if she was looking right past you and shrugged. "We can't actually have you LEGALLY tell anyone about me stopping by here though. Christmas police and all that jazz. Just keep it on the down-low if you know what I mean..."

WAIT. Wait wait wait wait wait wait. JUST keep it on the down-low??? And how in the world were you supposed to do that, with a 4 1/2 foot tall unicorn who apparently sailed in from a magical dimension with the help of Santa Clause and the so-called Christmas Police?!?

"And ....yeah. If you didn't, then I would have to resort to erasing your memories."

It went through your mind for a half second on how kinky she happened to make that sound, but you felt it was your best interest to obey her wish if you were willing to remember this. Besides, there was no doubt that she probably could arrange that from her showing she was even there in the first place. Didn't want to test that...

"Secret to my grave...V...Vinyl." Even upon looking at her you found it hard to believe that you were actually communicating with her, let alone in English. Better then neighing back and forth... Your excitement clearly showed through your voice.

Vinyl giggled, almost like a little foal, but defiantly still cautious  with a slight tease in her voice. "Very good! Mind if you show me around?"

Whoops.

She is a guest after all. Who knows how long it took her to get here. She might be thirsty, and how dare you not offer her a drink. But, what would magical ponies drink anyway. With a goofy smile, you nod furiously and walk to your room, not really taking your eyes off of her, afraid that she might disappear as soon as you turn around.

You didn't have to really tell Vinyl Scratch what everything was, due to the fact that a lot of the household supplies were also in they're world, but smaller. I guess the show "My LITTLE pony" was actually a little accurate. She wasn't to big or to small though, standing slightly higher than your waist,

but you could still see her amazement when she stared at the giant fridge that stood before her in the kitchen.

You open it carefully, trying not to show your shaky hand, but you assume that she knew that already.

Taking a look in her eyes, she didn't seem frightened, but in fact, quite relaxed, her same playfulness and straightforwardness from in the show, showing right on her very face.

"C-can I get you anything to drink?"

She chuckled to herself. "Nah. I wont need that. I actually think your the one who's gonna need the drink from how much your sweating out bud. Your um......let's see.... "Her horn lit up with a mild blue color, and materialized some papers out of thin air. They actually looked a bit familiar, and when she held them out, your eyes grew wide.

Freikin real magic.

Why hasn't the FBI broke down your door yet??

"Is this your name and handwritten?" she whispered, in a half serious tone.

Surely enough, was the letter that you wrote last week to Santa. No mistake about it. This letter that she held in her hand could have not been copied, which told you that the only way Vinyl would have got it was if Santa--

"Really existed" Vinyl finished, smirking.

You glared at her, you would think as a guest of the house she would have a little more respect to your privacy, but that soon probably wasn't going to matter anyway.

"PLEASE tell me I can keep this." you stutter, staring at its page, which seemed a bit cold to the touch and had a soft blue faded stamp at the bottom, possibly a Christmas seal of some sort.

"Sorry bud, but that is official documentation and that belongs to the top officials over at the North Pole." Vinyl shook her head sorrowfully and gently tugged it from your hands, leaving you almost wanting to tear up from all this emotion. All this time, for all these years that you been writing to Santa....all the times the bullies told you that he wasn't real, yet you were always somehow awarded for believing....And the one lucky night where you found a snowy boot print, only to find your photo you took of it was gone by morning.....All of it wasn't in vain.

Vinyl looked at you, slightly worried as you took it all in, and pulled you closer to her and gives you a gentle hug. It was more warm than the best blanket you had, and almost constantly radiating a gentle, nurturing heat. You just wanted to grab her and hold her tight the rest of your life. This was just so much to take in. You tried to not show the tears starting to well up. Santa was real. Christmas police exist. North pole really does get the letters. All those stories the bullies told you at the playground at school were null and void. The evidence sat there before you, in her soft immaculate fur.

"Cheer up bud. Look, I know this is all really hard to understand right now, but so few people ever even believe anymore. They always try to stop the fun, or try to prove with little toys and games and fake cams, that the Christmas Spirit isn't really there. Theyre is no respect anymore. Were at an age where nothing is asked for except video games, or violent toys, or the things that are to expensive to make. We can't just make giant gaming systems, or like, our Christmas warehouse supplies would totally point to us and we would be breaking every rule in the book. Magic only takes you so far. We never get simplicity anymore...emotional needs, tiny things, something new and unique.....in fact I want to tell you something I'm supposed to keep quiet about. Your letter....well.......was one of the ones in the only sack of them we got....

You froze, but she continued on.

"We used to receive millions upon millions upon MILLIONS of letters.... but not anymore.... We pay special attention to those letters that we actually receive....to make sure order stays in the North Pole, and the warehouse, Santa called in the Christmas Police, which make sure that regardless of belief,  that everyone still gets presents under they're tree, or a hug, or anything at all. For all those "believe meters you see, they raise it up to try to raise hopes, to try to get what little magic there is left going. Its a lie. The boxes are empty. Santa even enlisted regular people to keep watch on those who actually write letters out, and have them report.....elves if you may, but not really. Those people, ESPECIALLY the slightly older ones, like you, are rewarded for they're help, for keeping up the spirit. Santa came across your letter 2 nights ago, and had to call me in, and asked me to make your dreams come true." Even through the sensitive conversation, you can almost see a blush over her, probably from worry. Part of you wanted to leave her be, and the other part would want to just grab her and hug her tight to never let go.

You stand there dumbfounded for a moment before managing to give a little nod. "Thanks for coming by here Vinyl. Just getting to talk to you really um..you know....was good enough.”

“No it's not silly, we both know this.”

Your breath caught nervously.

“And don't lie. This isn't the season for that, nor is any season. It clearly says on your letter you wanted a warm Vinyl doll to hug as you fell asleep. You could understand it was a long trip for you, and Santa must be working hard to make sure all the gifts were going out by tomorrow. So, I can't be here forever, and sadly, we couldn't really make you a heated doll of me by the time we got the letter, so he just enlisted me to come here in person. Would you show me the bedroom?”

You offered her back there, a little nervous, wondering if she saw some of the Vinyl Scratch paraphernalia if she would get creeped out and leave, but you put that worry behind you and nodded, walking back there, and nodded, but she didn't move.

DAMN. Did she just read your mind again?

…

But she didn't move still, giving you a slightly cute smile.

“Um....Vinyl are you---”

She shook her head immediately side to side and laughed as she spoke. “I'm your doll silly. I don't just go walking to places!”

You think to yourself, as she has already been walking around your house and next to you. You can't argue though. Your legs would probably be a little shaky if you went dimension traveling, plus you didn't really want to admit how you wanted to hold her since she got here...

“I would really like that. I'm sure your tired to maybe you could sleep here in-----”

Stupid, stupid, STUPID! Why did you have to say that out loud?! Couldn't you have been a little bit more patient? Now you just had to embarrass yourself in front of your favorite deejay!? Your heart seemed to sink to the floor as Vinyl stood there angrily a moment, giving you a rock-solid glare that cut through you like a laser. You just had to blurt out a deep fantasy with holding her extra close for a little bit. On the bright side however, you did ask for a Vinyl Scratch doll, but you even better. Better not get to greedy...

"Sorry...I w..won't ask again" but, she burst out laughing suddenly and jumps up at you, giving you absolutely no time to brace to the new weight and topples you back to the floor.

"HA! Gotchya! You should know me a little better then that. I just love to mess with people...of course I'll stay for the night as long as you can carry me, silly! Octy never let's me, and my hooves get all sleepy heh. Always STANDING all the time, and all.! "

She crawled into your arms, gently as you sat up, to demonstrate that she really wasn't that heavy at all, just enough to give you warmth, like carrying several thick comforters, but easily enough to where your arms were already getting slightly tired.

"O....Octy is--"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, the whole shebang... it's all real. Santa. Real. Christmas Police and Elves. Real. Octy and Ponyville, and the CMC blah blah blah. All real. And me..........."

She paused for effect and pushed you back on the bed teasingly getting inches within your face, purposely to show you her weight and her breath pressing on yours. "Very...VERY real."

You blushed a little bit at that thought as she realized that she was still laying over you, and stood up, giving you a chance to as well, before holding up her hooves to be carried, giving just a moment knowing you were taking a picture with your mind at absolutely how adorable and epic that was. Careful to lift with your legs and not your back, you soon pick her up enough so where she can gently rest over your shoulder.

"I mean, your still really questioning this? HOW? I'm right here..."

You had to admit the fact that you were actually holding her, really brought you to reality that she was actually there. Not even your craziest of dreams were this vivid. Poor Vinyl almost shivered, her fur slightly cold and damp from probably the cold air of the north pole, or some sort of weird teleport thing. I mean, you assumed that too, was very possible since Vinyl was in your arms, something that your other Brony friends said could never happen, but no way your letting your memories be erased on this one.

Vinyl whined a little bit, not realizing how warm you actually were. She knew that you were sweating from when you saw her, but she didn't really comprehend that you were so kind to. You cradled her and let her rest easily over her shoulder as you held her bottom, fighting of course, your total crush that you had on her, leaving you breathless only to have her in your arms...or to her, your hooves, like in your dreams.  Taking a deep breath, and guiding slowly into your room, you slow your pace, letting her relax. You could get used to this.

You sit quietly on your bed, letting her look around, keeping the mare pressed against you, as she seemingly was also enjoying the close attention as much as she could. It must be tough to be a famous deejay and not have her other needs for close attention met. Mabey she was to shy to show it? Or to busy? Or nobody to do it with? You felt so honored to be the one chosen for this. The more you thought about it, the more you could almost swear that her cyan tail was swishing a little.

"I guess your my biggest fan huh?" She mumbled quietly, clearly starting to crash, much to your happiness, to actually have her calm enough to rest in your arms like this.

Biggest fan may be a bit of an understatement... you wondered why she was here and how, if she knew about the slightly large amount of memorabilia sitting in your bedroom. Hopefully, she didn't know of all of it, but where was logic now anyway?

She laughs quietly as you ruffle her mane. Even though you knew that she was a grown mare, she still had that playfulness to her, that she brought with her to all of her shows, and now in your bedroom. Not even skipping a beat, she fell back against your pillow and gave a little giggle, fluffing her belly. Man, she was completely irresistible and knows how to capture every crevice of your heart didn't she?

You leaned forward and gave her belly a soft shoof and smiled brightly back at her. It seemed almost as if all of your loneliness was disappearing. She groaned a little bit and relaxed, leaving herself laid back and exposed a little bit, and you lean down and nuzzle her before sitting up and eyes bouncing around her.

“Hey, eyes up here –-” But you swiftly interrupted her with a deep kiss, and hugs her tight. Her eyes only went wide for a minute, before she relaxed in the embrace and joined in, lapping at your face and gave a little laugh.

You both lay there, as the room seemingly disappeared around you. It was just you two. Alone. Tonight.

You pull off of her and huff, praying and shaking that you didn't upset your hero, but knowing that the suddenness probably was not appreciated, but surprised that she didn't fight you off, condemn you, and disappear back to the north pole. You. ACTUALLY. KISSED. VINYL. SCRATCH.

You felt like you were floating, as she laid there back on the bed, her hooves over her tummy, blushing. Just like the cute pillow you wanted to get of her. All of your secret dreams. All of your most personal and secret desires, not even told to the best of your friends, could happen right here, right now. If she only--

“Yes.”

Your silence is broken off by a warmth under your feet as you are gently lifted back onto the bed and you smile, a little nervous, but knowing that she wouldn't want to repeat herself or change her mind, so

you nestled back into a kiss, and quickly takes off your shirt, which she throws, and hits a box and knocks it off of the shelf, opening as soon as it hit the ground. You covered your face, ignoring it at first, and trying to enjoy your moment with her, but Vinyl wouldn't stop looking to the side where it fell, and you turned quick to see what she was looking at.

…...Nice. This day keeps getting better doesn't it.

There on the floor was your rare glow in the dark custom “warmcolt” that was used in your little fantasy times thinking about moments like this...It just so happened to be there. In the very box that opened. Vinyl looked at you flushed, and you tried to think if she meant to hit it knowing it was there but she looked a little sad even, and you started to climb out from under her, but she stopped you and nose nuzzled you. “I'm sorry..... but I have to do this... “

With that she held you down, with almost a desperation, and pulled you into the deepest kiss you ever felt and when you opened your eyes, you realized the warmcolt was gone, and Vinyl flushed and panting, an obviously familiar cumtube from under her tail and  obvious grunt and a hump forward to show  her hidden parts reveal out and bob before you, laying over you and reaching your tummy. You start to shake as you realize that she really DID have a member, just like how you dreamed.

“Um....v..v..v..v.....I....I thought you were a---”" you stuttered, almost unable to speak, and trying to ignore it, but her incredible blush made it obvious that you were not imagining things.

“A mare.” she huffed. “Yes. I am. But, it's Christmas, and lets just say you opened up my present a little early.”

Your eyes widen in realization, but by that moment it was to late, and  she wrapped a hoof behind your leg, and pushes you back on the bed with a little smirk, going down with you. One part of you was screaming to get up, and try to pretend it never happened despite the embarrassment, but both of you knew, that that wasn't going to happen.

“Can I start things off, cutie?” She asked, seemingly surprised at her own words.

You could only nod, as you knew that it was already well started, and her hooves closed swiftly, keeping you prisoner in her embrace, denying any hope of escape from her, as she guided you into place, lined up how she wished. Her chuckle somehow the perfect blend of sexy and cute, like a nice pot of coffee on the weekend, but even if, you knew you couldn't possibly take her entire length anyway.....or could you? Your breathing has become a little more erratic as you watch her slightly flared, bobbing horsecock stood in front of you, growing at an alarming rate. Even then, the proportion seemed to fit her body perfectly.

Vinyl admired your pleasure as well, Even if it was nowhere even remotely close to her size, she knew that she could still have a lot of fun. Besides, seeing you in pleasure seemed to crank up her sexual volume even more. She smiled devilishly at leaned forward, giving a wide stance, seeing you draw in a breath of slight desperation, before she brought her rod directly over yours. You could almost swear that you felt her heat radiate off of her, almost transferring her erotic energy to you. Where did your pants go anyway?

"I think somepony likes it when I am mounted over him" she giggled, pulling back and lining up mere inches from your entrance.

Most likely you will not get to hear those words again....to even hear that in her voice seemed like the most hottest Christmas gift in itself. Maybe you should believe in Santa more often, but you were destracted as your breath stopped a second upon realising that this soft cute deejay was only seconds away from completing your most secret dream, and savoring every second that it took. It almost seemed as it was her to, judging how hard she was.

You gingerly place a hand on her cutie mark, feeling her soft bottom with the tips of your fingers, eliciting a groan from the horny mare.

You had to admit in the back of your head also, you kind of liked it when she talked dirty like this. Even though she was gentle and caring, she knew when it was the right time that you needed a little bit of control. Just knowing that she was about to take you made it all the more exciting....could she really spill that much like she said? Looks like you were about to find out.

Her horsecock guided into you as if there was nothing there in the first place, it only giving a little wet pop as she gently pierced into you, careful to let you adjust to her.

Just hearing the sound of that made your heart almost stop, and you try to consider if she has done this before, and couldn't respond as her swelling and stuffing made it near impossible to think. She kept a gentle and caring motion to her thrusting, but you are given little choice but to be taken by her, and receive whatever she pumps into you.

OH NO.

You look down and see Vinyl's eyes were closed, and her member was much bigger than you thought, although inside of you already, you didn't want it to hurt you soon, or get to deep, so you tried to pull back, giving a little unexpected whimper. Vinyl's eyes felt this movement, and immediately opened her eyes and leaned forward over you, with a sexy chuckle.

"Oh no you don't, cutie. I'm not letting you go ANYWHERE until I pump a few quarts of my seed into you!"

You gasped as you felt  the base of her member started to inflate a little more, and nervous, you tried to pull out, but it was a bit to late for that. She  grunted at your squirm as she locked into you with a wide knot.

Heh, good boy....just like that...."

you clench your teeth a little and lift your bottom up off the bed, giving her slightly better access to you, but upon her first set of thrusting, you couldn't hold your position and drop down, leaving you in a pool of pleasure wondering how you lasted this long at all. You knew of course, you didn't want to disappoint her... I'm sure she wouldn't have argued any way that it went though. You could feel her gentle hooves, holding you in place as she slipped forward, going only half in for now before pulling back out just to the edge so you could feel her knot pressing back into you. She must have known you liked that, or maybe, it was a little more obvious then you thought that you did.

Only staring in silence and appreciation, you take a breath and get comfortable and pressing your head back into a thick pillow, enjoying her weight over you. You had to admit being knotted by her actually felt good. Maybe she performed some sort of no-pain spell? You look, but her horn was not lit. A miracle.

You could only squirm as she smiled, lodged in you, knowing that your fate with her was sealed. Letting out a loud squeal like a little filly, she gently jabs into you a few more times to make sure that it was all pressed in, pushing it slightly deeper in each thrust.

"T----tug my tail! P...PLEASE!" she wailed quietly, humping you like an eager dog.

You questioned it in your head a moment, but was to close to not listen to absolutely anything that she said. If she asked you to plow her entirety into your throat, you would just do what she asked, to make sure that she got everything that she wanted out of you, so you reach behind her and held her tail and gently tugged, with enough firmness to be able to feel her rod bob up inside of you in pleasure while her tail tried to fight away from you.

"D...do you like pounding me with all your might while I ..l..AHH! tug on your cute little tail of my cute deejay? Like this?" you stumble over your words while you clenched near the base of her tail and gently yanked up.

Her eyes grew wide at your dirty talk and nodded. "I do! I love it when...you...do that!*

You take a finger and trace it around her tailhole carefully giving a nervous giggle and lets her freeze over you, hilted at what you thought was your absolute depth, but didn't dare question if she could go deeper. Upon considering, she jammed in you one final time, claiming you with several pumps of thick seed, spilling an incredible amount from the start, flooding you almost instantly, and follows with short bursts. Her flare held you firmly in place as you could feel her twitching inside of you as her seed reached its destination.

"S...stay still!" she struggled, as you felt a small bulge on your tummy rise a  little bit. You couldn't help however, but to rub her bottom and disobey pulling back slightly to tease at her knot. You could feel as she stretched you out a little more and whineys quietly.

"There you go...empty it a...all in me Vinyl...."

The desperate mare looked deep in your eyes, and something told you, that you didn't mean to say that, but knew that you wanted it. She looked a little nervous, keeping locked on target as she started humping you again deep, and squelching, using her own filling as lube.

You both lay there in silence, shaking as she tugs out hard, taking a moment to let the knot force out, and lets it drip a moment outside of you, thrusting in up to her medial ring. Shuddering, you look nervously between your legs, amazed at her width, and the gooey knot she sported. Amazed how it was even in you in the first place.

She politely kissed the bulge on your tummy, panting a little from the sheer power as she wagged happily, her cyan tail bobbing in the air happily from her release.  If you were a mare, you would be fertilized for sure.

"H...H..How...did I....d.....do...tha---" You pant, laying there drooling out with her mess.

"I take it you had a little practice or something." Vinyl said, cracking a smile while she put on her goggles. "But I hope you have a mer--"

Your eyes open a little bit wider, as her voice seemed a little...garbled. Almost corrupt.

"Vinyl whats going...."

Suddenly, you couldn't speak, but could only watch as she walked up to you and leans down giving you a little nose-nuzzle. "Sleep sweetie. You have a long night ahead."

You look down, your vision slightly blurred as you saw your tummy, like you ate way to many Christmas dinners, and felt all warm. She curled up on your chest, and listened to your stomach as the world faded to black.