Scratched

Despite her aches from the previous night, Vinyl found herself in a cheerful mood the next morning as she went about combing herself, using a shared mirror in the corner. She could still feel the aches of the previous night all over her body with each brush stroke down her coat.

Anytime she moved her back legs, she could still feel the soreness from her attacker radiating down her rump. Any hoofstep in the lofted area made her turn in panic, knowing full well that Hiatus would still be lurking around the Argos somewhere.

The normally independent pony felt fear well up in her as she thought back to the previous night. Watching over her shoulder, she slid the gate shut for the elevator, riding it down.

She was grateful the place was so quiet this early. Most of the other ponies seemed to sleep well past noon usually. She could slip out the back door without anyone noticing her, trotting down the alley quickly to the small café.

The day was surprisingly pleasant, as the sun had come out early, starting to melt away the snow that had lingered from the last couple days. Vinyl smiled as she tromped through some melting snow, kicking a small pile off the curb as she walked.

Opening the door, she noticed there were surprisingly few customers today. The creatures that were there, seemed to be congregated near the bar seats near the middle of the cafe, eating their breakfast mostly in silence.

Walking through the small restaurant, she noticed the familiar creature from last night before he saw her, happily trotting over to the corner booth where he sat. Drinking coffee from a well worn ceramic mug, he glanced up at her, giving her a small smile as she walked over. He motioned to the seat across from him in the booth, and the filly gladly sat down, wincing at the pain from her flanks.

She noticed the way he was dressed, finding it immediately odd, but yet somehow fitting for him. He wore a simple white shirt of cotton, stretched out slightly where he had pulled it over his head. He wore a dull, well scarred oiled hide coat over it. Whatever beast the hide was from was anypony’s guess. She got a glimpse of his rear limbs, covered in some sort of tightly woven cotton, dyed a dark blue.

“You feeling okay today?” He asked, immediately noticing the pain on her face.

“It’s nothing, really. That creep got to me a bit more than I thought.” She replied.

The creature gave her a slight nod, taking another drink from his cup, as if he didn’t want to push the matter any further.

“I’m glad you decided to meet with me today.” He said, after a few moments of silence.

Vinyl felt herself blush slightly. “Well, you did save my hide at the Argos. You don’t seem like a pony murderer or anything to me.”

The male laughed at the comment, giving her a grin. “I’m glad I made the cut on that one!”

Feeling herself ease up, Vinyl settled back into the booth. The male pushed a menu towards her, and the pony suddenly realized how famished she was. She hadn’t eaten for almost half a day.

“So, forgive me for being rude, but what the heck are you exactly anyways?” Vinyl asked absently, as she looked over the menu.

“It’s not rude. I get that a lot. I’m a human. It’s not like there are a ton of us around here”

“Does that mean there are lots more humans somewhere else?” Vinyl asked.

“Not exactly. I’ve never seen another one, actually.”

Vinyl stopped looking at food choices, looking over at him. “Are you serious? You’re the only one ever? How the hey did you get here then?”

“Not sure. All I remember is growing up in Manehattan. I can’t remember anything else.” He replied. “Sorry if that’s not the answer you were looking for.”

“That must really suck, being the only one?” Vinyl said. “Do you get lonely?”

“No. I get out a lot. I might not have a lot of friends, but I know a lot of other beings. I don’t feel alone anymore.” He replied, looking over at the filly. She felt herself relax the longer they talked. His voice was slightly gruff, but he had such an easy way of speaking to him.

The waitress stopped by, a young filly wearing a white apron hitched tightly around her chest. Popping a pencil into her muzzle, she asked for their orders.

The human waived his hand, asking for nothing more than a refill on his coffee.

Excitedly, Vinyl pointed at a selection on the menu. “I’ll have the avocado toast please!” She said happily.

“Anything else?” The waitress asked.

“Maybe a couple eggs? Over easy?”

The waitress jotted down on her paper pad.

“I could probably do with some fried tofu, too?” Vinyl asked, looking sideways at her dining companion. He merely smiled at her.

“And orange juice! Definitely orange juice!”

The waitress looked over at her. “Anything else?” She deadpanned.

“Two pancakes?” Vinyl said, blushing as she handed the menu back to the waitress. The waitress sighed, taking the menu and orders back to the kitchen.

“Hungry?” The human asked her.

She smiled back at him sheepishly. “They uh, they didn’t pay me yet.” She said. “I’m really sorry…I didn’t mean to…”

Grinning, he chuckled slightly. Today was the first time she had seen him laugh. Almost everything he did seemed so strange and exotic to her.

“It’s fine. It’s the least I can do. I’m sure you’re not having a great day.”

The waitress came back with Vinyl’s juice, the filly levitating it to her muzzle and taking a deep swig. The pair sat in silence for a while, merely watching the few patrons in the café leave and enter. The morning and noon rush was picking up, and the place was slowly filling up.

“So, I never got your name.” Vinyl asked, looking back at the male next to her.

She could see him fumble for a few moments, obviously a little lost at the question. “That’s kind of a hard question. I’m not comfortable really just giving it out, if that’s alright.”

The filly thought that was really strange, but pushed no further on it. Her eyes lit up as the first couple plates arrived; a couple thick cut slices of well toasted bread, piled high with mashed avocado, feta cheese and sliced cherry tomatoes. The waitress also deposited a small side plate with two over easy eggs. Vinyl immediately levitated the eggs onto the toast, taking a large bite. She could feel the warm yolk run down her muzzle, but didn’t care. This was absolutely heaven.

“You uh, you got something right there…” the male pointed out, trying to get her attention. Sighing, he reached out, dabbing at the yolk with a napkin, as the filly spread a blob of butter on her toast. He managed to catch most of the yolk with the napkin before she went in for another bite.

The two plates had been polished off when the pancakes and tofu arrived. Wide eyed, Vinyl flipped the tofu onto the cakes, before slathering the whole stack with maple syrup. She dug in, taking large wedges of pancake into her muzzle, practically shoveling the food down her gullet.

“Well that was something.” The human said quietly.

“Sorry.” Vinyl said, grinning back at him sheepishly. “I said I was hungry!”

Smiling at her, he reached out one of his limbs. The strange digits extended towards her, but the filly found no fear or inhibition as he gently touched her mane. He ran the digits through her spiked mane, ruffling it slightly as he dug deeper, stroking her scalp as he smoothed back the electric blue fluff.

She felt her body relax almost instantly as he stroked her. He grazed her ear, scratching slightly behind it, and the filly felt herself start to melt into the vinyl booth.

“It’s no problem.” He said. “I’m glad you’re safe.”

Looking over at his limbs, she watched him set them on the table in front of her. She looked at them curiously.

“Hands.” He said, chuckling.

He motioned to the waitress, and paid the bill immediately when she stopped at the table.

“I’ll walk you back up to your room again. If that’s alright?” He asked.

“Sure. I’d appreciate that.”

Vinyl felt her heart drop as they opened the door to her room.

She saw her few possessions broken and scattered on the floor. Her synthesizer was busted into a million pieces, scattered over the mattress. She could see her well used turntable tossed into the corner. Whomever had done this, the obviously hadn’t counted on its sturdiness, seeming to be content with snapping the tonearm off and tossing it. Her few toiletries and personal items were crushed and torn, tossed haphazardly back into the space.

Trying her hardest to choke back tears, she looked around the room frantically, finding it strangely deserted. Still too early for most, she saw a few ponies walk over, watching the scene with curious looks.

She focused her magic near her muzzle, pinching herself to hold herself from crying. Reaching out, she gathered a few pieces of her life, trying to gather them together. She felt the male next to her set one of his hands on her back, stroking her slowly. Sighing, she felt herself lose her weight as she leaned against him, letting him brace her body as he pet her slowly.

“Your friend from last night?” He finally asked.

“Maybe. I know he knows other ponies around here. He was well known at the party the other night.”

“I don’t think anyone is going to be much help around here. These ponies don’t seem to be in a big hurry to help.” He said, looking around.

“He was popular…” Vinyl replied softly.

“Hey. It’ll be okay, alright?” He replied. “I can probably help. I know lots of ponies and other creatures around town. If it’s okay with you?”

Vinyl’s mind wandered quickly.

There was no way she could go back to Octavia. That wasn’t an option. Octy had done way too much already. She knew all too well what happened when she started to become indebted to the grey pony.

Twitch and Sparks?

No. She wasn’t going to make herself look that weak. They gave her an opportunity. She could make this work herself. She could handle things.

She wasn’t the best gauge of character, but this guy seemed harmless enough.

Vinyl was really enjoying the backscratch too…

“Alright. I’d really appreciate it.” She said Reaching out with her magic, she gathered up her turntable. Placing a few other items she could salvage into her saddlebags, she turned to face the human.

“I think we can save this still.” She said softly, placing the broken turntable in his hands. “It means a lot to me.”

He took it carefully, cradling it under a limb. “Sure. I completely understand.”

The pair walked out of the shared space, leaving the broken room behind her. Word had spread quickly, and pairs of eyes peeked out from makeshift spaces around the room, watching the strange creature leave with Vinyl.

He opened the grate for her, shutting it behind them, before pushing the down button.

Vinyl immediately found herself leaning against him once more on the way down. She felt her body ease up at the solid feeling of his body holding her up.

“Are you alright? Do you want me to carry you again?”

Her heart fluttered at the thought. She very much did want to be carried again. But maybe not right now…

“No. I just like leaning against you.” She said quietly.

He chuckled. “Is that a pony thing?”

“Yeah.” She said, sighing.

“So this is really your place? We’re not breaking into it or anything?”

The human laughed. “Nope. You can call the guards if you like, but they know me around here too. We all get along pretty well.”

“I just wasn’t expecting…this.”

“It’s pretty modest for this part of town. At least I think so?” He replied.

Vinyl watched, muzzle agape, as they walked across the street towards her new friend’s house. Just a few blocks from the Argos, the old grime on the bricks was washed away, giving way to cream colored row houses, neat and tidy, spaced out with plenty of room for side yards and outdoor spaces. Walking towards the human’s house, she saw lush planters packed full of hardy evergreens and ivy for the cold months, spilling over the sides and running down onto the sidewalk.

She could see a short brick wall separate the house from the street, affording the house a small front yard. A well varnished green door was pushed open by the human as he allowed her inside. Her nostrils were filled with the scents of evergreen and scented lamp oil as she entered, feeling her body immediately warm up with the sharp glow of blazing oil lamps and a crackling fire.

The house was sparsely furnished, but inviting. She could see a few overstuffed chairs near the fire, as well as a sturdy end table. A few lavish items were scattered about, including a very grand looking clock, a few display tables with some carefully carved statues placed on them of various creatures, and a grand chandelier above them, accenting a curved staircase to the upstairs.

“So this is home.” The human said, following her in. “It’s mostly the same as when I got it. Except I had to make the doorways higher.” He said with a grin.

He motioned to the right, showing her the kitchen and a first floor bathroom, before leading her up the stairs.

A plush rug muffled her hoof steps as they walked up the staircase. The house grew noticeably more warm and cozy as they headed upstairs, walking down a long hallway to the bedrooms.

Vinyl felt herself hesitate as he opened a door, showing her inside. Glancing inside, she felt a strange comfort wash over her. The room was covered in some strange wallpaper of stars and moons, giving it a warm and comforting feel. She could feel the heat of a nearby radiator happily bubbling away. The sole window in the room looked out on the house courtyard, covered in window dressings of dark velvet. A large four poster bed sat in the corner, already made neatly with some dark colored duvets and pillows.

“I thought you were just going to help me with my stuff?” She asked, walking around the room hesitantly. She dropped her saddlebags on the floor as she looked around the place.

“I am helping.” He replied, placing her turntable on a corner table. “I thought you could stay here while we figure things out.”

“That’s a little weird, don’t you think?” she asked. “I barely know you.”

The human moved over towards her. She could feel him press against her, but didn’t back away. There was a strange warmth in him as he ran his hand against her body, caressing her side. He went lower this time, running over her flank and stroking her tail.

“I felt strangely drawn to you after last night. I thought maybe you felt the same way?” He said, continuing to caress her with his hands. He reached down, scritching her behind her ears again.

Dear Celestia, the filly thought to herself. Stay strong!

She tried to resist leaning her body against his strong frame, trying to balance herself. She didn’t protest as he continued petting her.

“I felt like you were a kind creature.” She replied. “When you said you were going to help me, I could sense I could trust you...”

“Depends on what help you need.” He said softly. She could feel him run his hands under her now, scratching her stomach. He trailed a few digits along her stomach, making her gasp slightly as he touched her teats. He pulled back slightly, rubbing against her velvet skin on her stomach.

“You think I’m ugly?” He asked out of the blue.

“N…no!” She said, stammering. “Just. Different. Really different. It’s kind of interesting in a way.”

She had to admit to herself, even without any other ‘humans’ to judge with, there was a strange attractiveness to him. His face seem imposing and kind at the same time. His strength and size scared her, but at the same time turned her on.

Her mind raced in her head. How old was this thing even? Was this creepy? She realized she was just assuming it was even a male. Did they even have a dick?

“Interesting…” He repeated. “How so?” he reached down lower suddenly, grasping her firmly under her teats now, rubbing against her nethers.

“I’m not sure…” She said, protesting slightly as she pulled away. The human grasped her closer, making her gasp as he gripped her body. She could feel him reach around her now, caressing her flanks as he ran his hands around her inner thighs. The filly inhaled sharply as he moved along her folds, slipping a digit in between. She could feel her body heat up as he started massaging her marehood, gently teasing her as he stroked up against her clit.

“Just relax.” He said softly, easily picking the filly up. He placed her gently on the bed, letting her fall against the duvet as her hooves spread limply to her sides. With a smirk, he doubled his effort on her, hooking one of his digits and pushing inside her, making her tense suddenly as he hit her g-spot from inside, stroking her quickly.

“You’re so warm.” He said in a husky voice, as he increased his pace.

Vinyl felt her inhibitions falling away as he caressed her body with his hands. She had never felt anything remotely like this before. The human ruffled her chest fluff as he masturbated her, using the other digits on his hand to circle and tease her anus and dock while he stroked her velvet tunnel from inside. The pony melted into the covers as she was worked into a frenzy.

“Ah! Shit!” She cried out, kicking out with her legs as a spasm of pleasure ran through her.

She felt herself thrashing against the bedspread as she reached the most intense orgasm of her life, breathing quickly as she came on his hand.

“Nghhh!” She cried out, shocked. She felt herself squirt on his limb a couple times, as powerful contractions rippled through her. He rode her through the entire orgasm, stroking her insides as she came. She felt her limbs turn to putty as she continued her climax, almost becoming too sensitive as her partner kept up his motions.

As she rode the afterglow, he let her rest against the bedspread, easing out of her. The filly looked up at him with glazed over eyes, her mane matted out against the bed, her coat glistening with the sheen of sweat.

“That was just the hand.” He said, grinning.

Vinyl found herself smiling back at him, pushing her thighs together as she felt waves of pleasure still rumbling through her body. She tried to gather her breath as she came back to earth.

As he left her be, the human sat down next to the filly. She had rolled over to face him, and now found herself snout to crotch with the biped. She could see the outline of his member straining against his woven pants, pushing towards her. Almost reading her thoughts, he took a hoof and placed it on his leg, letting her run upwards towards his thighs. The filly felt his warmth against her hoof as she touched him, feeling him twitch.

She moved up, fumbling with the odd closure on the front.

“S…sorry. Not too used to clothes.” She mumbled. Chuckling, he watched her struggled to undo the garment. She eventually gave up, lighting her horn and moving the strange piece of metal downwards, hearing it click through tiny teeth as the front opened with a zip.

Expectant to see him presented to her, she snorted in annoyance as she was met with another layer of clothing.

He laughed, hopping up out of bed suddenly. “Sorry, sorry! You should have seen the look on your face though. Here, let me.”

Looking over at her with his pale eyes, he lowered his underclothes along with his pants. Glancing forward in anticipation, he sprang free, bopping the tip of her muzzle with his dick as it freed itself. He could hear her gasp as she suddenly felt it against her, smelling him deeply as she moved her muzzle against the tip. He could feel warm breath as her nostrils flared against him, smooth fur stroking him as she moved.

Reaching down, he ran a hand through her mane, scratching her ears again. The filly looked up at him with dreamy eyes, before she moved back down to his member. It was so different than any stallion’s. Similar in size, but not quite as thick. Instead of a flared head, it tapered to a rounded tip. The strongest difference was the smell. Wearing clothing all day had trapped his musk against the rod, almost intoxicating the pony as she breathed deeply against him.

She reached out her pink tongue, wrapping it around the tip, teasing the underside as she brought him inside her mouth. She heard him sigh as she started bobbing on the tip, making sure to work her tongue around the bottom.

The filly hadn’t had many partners, but she had given her share of head before. She had joked to Treble that it was her second special talent.

Delighted by the human continuing to stroke her ears, she started working deeper on him. He was shocked as she could take almost his entire length into her muzzle, feeling himself bottom out at the back of her throat. She backed off, coughing slightly, before taking him right back in, sucking lightly on him as she wrapped her tongue around the base, teasing his balls slightly with the tip of her tongue.

Owing to his large size, he found he could reach his other hand behind the filly, rubbing against her now dripping hindquarters. He could feel her wink against his hand as she started getting worked up again. Vinyl kicked her leg out behind her at the sudden touch, inhaling suddenly, sucking him deep inside her once more as he could feel her throat close on his tip. Shuddering, he held her head closely against him, letting the ripples of her throat masturbate him.

He felt a sudden hot flare from her nostrils as the filly had to back off, gasping deeply for breath. She didn’t miss a beat however, now bobbing on the end of his dick, letting her soft muzzle graze against his balls.

How the hell long does he take to cum?! Vinyl thought to herself. Stallions would have been finished and outside taking a smoke by now.

Not that she minded. He was making absolute magic with her mare bits again. She felt herself nearing the edge again, as she kept up with her blowjob. She decided to play with him a bit more, but felt a strange sense of surprise and disappointment when she lit her horn, and found she couldn’t touch any part of him with her magic. She only felt a strange emptiness when she tried to reach him.

Shrugging it off, she decided to do things the old fashioned way, cupping his balls with the frog of her hoof. He was surprised at the softness of the underside of her hoof, as she ran the soft velvet like flesh against him. Moaning, He could feel her clamp down his tip with the end of her muzzle, suckling on it like a foal on a teat.

The sudden intense sensation made him curve two fingers inside her, pushing hard against her g-spot once more. The pressure combined with him doing laps around her clit with his thumb, brought her to another smaller orgasm. She could feel her nethers twitching as her body tensed again in pleasure. Her partner could feel her warm breath around his slickened shaft as she came, before she was back on him with a renewed hunger. Aw wave of pleasure coursed through his thighs as he felt the rippling of her lips as she suckled him, working her tongue into the mix as she lapped quickly at the underside of the tip.

“Vinyl…” He groaned, clutching her head tightly with his hand, gripping her velvet ears and wispy strands of blue mane. She could feel him twitch as he came, filling her mouth with the first couple spurts. Drinking greedily, she drank it all, letting him pool inside her muzzle before drinking his seed. She found his orgasm a great change from a stallions, forgoing the sudden monumental ‘discharge’, instead having a more slow and regulated flow. She drank all he could offer her. He found himself suddenly weak on his knees as she continued to suckle him after his orgasm was through. He pulled back, his dick popping free from her muzzle with a plop, as he settled down on the duvet next to her.

The mare suddenly felt empty as he pulled his hands away from her, leaving her still dripping onto the bedspread.

“That was amazing …” He said softly, still breathing quickly. “I think we both needed that.”

She walked over to the window, glancing out. Fashionable ponies of all sorts were in the street now in the early afternoon. The streets were well cleaned of any snow, neatly shoveled. She could see a town guard nod happily to a couple as he walked past.

Despite the strangeness of the whole day, she felt strangely safe here. She had precious few other options, at any rate.

This human seemed like a decent person. She felt a strange affection for him after all he was trying to do for her.

And the sex wasn’t bad…

“I think I’ll take you up on your offer. If you really meant it…” She said softly, turning to face him. He was already pulling up his pants, zipping himself up. He walked over to her, placing a hand on her back.

“I’m glad.” He replied. “It’s lonely here sometimes, with just me. I think it’ll be nice having a pony around the place.” The human reached down and scratched her ears again. He could feel her body soften every time he did that. She leaned against his leg again.

“You have to tell me your name though. Only condition.” She said, sighing as she fell against him entirely, letting him brace her weight. She wished he would move lower again with his hand.

“I only give it out to those I really care about.” He replied.

“So you can tell me then.” She cooed.

“Hmm. I suppose so.” He said chuckling. “You can call me King.”

The filly laughed at the word. “Is this some kind of bucked up sex thing? Are you serious?” She asked, looking up at him. He smiled back down at her, still scratching her back.

“That’s not very nice!” He replied with a grin. “I never really had a name. No parents, and the only human growing up around here. So I gave myself my own name. And I only tell it to ponies or creatures that I let live here with me.”

“That’s pretty damn weird.” Vinyl replied, thinking on it. “I do like weird, though.”

She looked up into his eyes. “It’s kind of fun too, to be honest. I’ll call you King, if you like.”

“I’m glad.” He said, grinning back at her. Leaning down, he found he had to actually get to one knee to get close to her muzzle. She sensed him, and they met for a deep kiss. The pony moved against him slowly at first, finding his mouth surprisingly nimble as he parted her lips. She let him push back against her as he held her head close to him, grasping her mane tightly as he pushed his tongue against hers. She could feel her whole body loosening as he kept scratching her back as he kissed her.

The filly could have sworn she was a puddle on the floor when he pulled away, afternoon sun reflecting off his eyes as he kept kneeling in front of her.

“Let’s see about getting your stuff in order.” He said, getting to his feet. “You play tonight right?”

“Yeah. The late spot again…” She replied, trying to snap back into reality.

“This thing looks shot.” He said, inspecting the turntable. “You sure you want to fix it?”

“Yeah.” She said, taking it from his hands with her magic. She looked over it. The Techclop letters were still all there, even though they were badly faded. The main body was still fine, and luckily the arm had snapped cleanly off. She glanced around, finding an outlet, and plugging it in. She was delighted when the motor fired right up.

“You can’t get em like this anymore.” She said, placing it carefully on the bed. “We’ll get a new tonearm and we’ll be set.”

“Alright. Let’s go get some things. I’ll help you out for now and you can pay me back when you start getting checks from Sparks.” He said, walking to the door and gesturing for her to go first.

“Well thank you, King.” She said, giggling. The name was actually growing on her already.

King followed her out and down the hall. “I may need to wash my arms first though…”