Author's Note

Warning
This chapter will contain MxF intimacy (ironic right?)

Alone

Now don’t get me wrong, I took this chick out to dinner first. Well… is takeaway considered a subcategory of taken out? I bought her dinner, which is the main thing, well, not that the dinner was on her mind when we started making out on the kitchen table. I’d take a few steps back, but there aren’t any steps to go back from. One minute we’re eating some Chinese takeaway in my rocking penthouse, walking straight past my 20,000 bit, fully-equipped kitchen I use to make my breakfast smoothies (only, my breakfast smoothies) and sitting in my lounge. Two bites in and she has me on the table, tongue shoved so far down my throat she probably met the Szechuan sauce. She wasn’t half bad either, wicked silky coat and a hell of a boutique mane style.

I could feel myself growing, quickly too. With a quick smirk, we leapt off the table and dived into my room, hitting my custom made circular king sized in a matter of seconds. She went right up to the bed head, making me chase after her. Putting her tail back, I started rubbing my length along her slit. If there was any wetness, doubtful, as mares need to be warmed up like a car engine first, it was still inside her.

“Yeah…” She huffed, rubbing herself into my desperate cock. Flipping her around, I looked into her eyes.Smiling, she started sucking on my neck, rubbing her hooves along my body, stroking my blue stripe. “What a sexy DJ you are.”

Moving down, she started sucking on my chest. Moving down, sending kisses along my stomach, getting gradually closer and closer to my now throbbing cock. I still grinded against her, pushing it up onto her chest, letting the tip tap her chin as she got closer. Finally, she put her mouth down and waited for my next grinding thrust upward, letting her tongue lightly push against it this time, sending shivers as I felt her warm tongue follow my penis down this time. My next thrust sent it straight into her mouth, filling her with my desperate cock, using her tongue to massage it as I pulled in and out of her with growing hunger. It felt so fucking good, I gasped, feeling her warm mouth suck harder and harder. Pushing me further on my way to my rise to orgasm. She pressed her lips firmly to form a sleeve, massaging it up and down as she worked with my rhythm. To meet her halfway, I got her in a sixty-nine. I kissed her slit, licking and pecking along its length, from clit to labia. I kissed inside with my tongue, tasting the slightly salty flavour of secretions. She wriggled her hips, inspiring me to keep going, but I had another idea. Drawing out her wetness, I got some on her clit. Now lubed, I let her have it, licking and sucking around the little sensitive nub, getting her squealing in no time.

Suddenly, she stopped, pulling her mouth off my penis, out of mild surprise and desperation I pumped the air, not meeting that soft warm mouth. Instead, she moved her lips down my shaft, reaching my balls and giving them a small kiss before putting them in her mouth, one at a time, moving them around and suckling on them, making me gasp harder as she gave them a light tug. Swirling them around and pressing them against the roof of her mouth, she used her tongue to suck on my taint, removing my now glistening balls from her mouth and slowly sucking my taint.

She sucked in as much of it as possible before pressing her lips together and moving it around in her mouth with her tongue, sending me into a frenzy. Pushing up and letting my taint slip through her lips she quickly went back up to my penis, thrusting it in and out of her mouth. Oh my god, she went all for it, hilting my entire length on every pump, she quickly sent me over the edge. I surged, crying out, emptying my balls into her mouth. As the first burst went into her mouth she lapped it up, letting the second explode into her mouth. Removing my dick from her mouth she let it dribble out onto my balls, giving my penis some final pumps, sending the last spurts over my lower stomach.

But I wasn’t done with her. Her body quivered as I concentrated one last time on her clit. She gave a squeal, trembling like a plucked string. With one last lick, she came. I buried my face in her pussy to a chorus of pleased screams accented by her shaking hips. My mouth got so wet. Soon, she collapsed, panting, utterly spent.

She moved up and gave me a quick kiss, getting off the bed and heading to my attached bathroom as soon as I had come down. “It’s… It’s next to the sink.” I called out, as I heard the faucet turn on. Huddling up into my bed I felt something well in my stomach. A familiar feeling, a feeling like something is about to end and there is nothing I can do about it. I hear the rustling of the bag of bits being removed from the place I left it. As soon as she made her way out of the bathroom I opened the bedroom door with my magic.

“Unno, you can sleep here if you want… I have a spare bedroom and everything.” I replied quietly, feeling that dark void creep back into my chest, the tendrils of it clasping to me tightly.

“I have a place to stay.” She replied, shutting the door of my bedroom, and my life, forever. Just like last week’s…

Why did I say that? What did I want from her? What the fuck was her name? Why am I doing this? My job? What? Why?

The darkness started engulfing me…

I was alone…

In a huge apartment…

With nopony else, just me.

Sorry, give me a second… this part is hard for me.

I wanted to cry, I don’t know why… I shouldn’t have, who was there to listen? Who was there to help me? Well…. It was.. But no, I was stronger than that, I didn’t need anything. I didn’t need help, I didn’t need help, I did not need help. That’s what I said as I tried desperately to put myself into a lying down position.

I felt it, every cold night coming back to me. I started to panic. I felt static. It crept closer and closer, something, something real, something fake, I couldn’t tell you. I needed to fight it off. I desperately reached into my bedside table, pulling out a pill bottle and throwing down two little white tablets. I rocked in my bed, my chest tightening as I waited for the dark to leave me. Eventually, I felt the pull getting weaker, the horrible feeling, the thoughts, whatever they are. The room is a room, the bed is a bed, and my head felt heavy. Slowly I let myself collapse into bed, my eyes closing and the dark being just a speck in the corner of my mind as my head hit the pillow.

…

“Why in Equestria are you still in bed!” is what I was greeted with in the morning. I made a sorry attempt at opening my eyes, immediately squeezing them as tight as I can and covering my head in the duvets as Sven flooded the room with disgustingly bright light. “Your album deadlines are getting very fucking close and I am still waiting to see official, fully completed songs on my desk. Plus you have my star violinist you need to prep for meeting in a couple of days.”

“So what? We meet, I tell her how this thing is gonna go down, I stick my dick in her and let the media eat it for breakfast. What prep…” I groan, letting one eye slide slowly into the light, not letting too much at once.

“It’s a him, Record. You stick your dick in that and you’ll be ruined. Just… let me brief you first, please. You don’t even know what gender they are, let alone their name.” Sven threw back my bedsheets, exposing my now freezing body and the stench of whoever I had over last night. “And dear Celestia, clean up these bed sheets, I think my sense of smell is permanently stale.” I could practically sense his nose wrinkle up as he opened the window, letting the freezing air in… asshole.

“Okay, damn, I’m out of bed!” I angrily replied, ripping my sensitive eyes from the pillow. “You’re lucky you are the best, ‘cause I would have fired the ass hat that has to get me out of bed by now.”

I stumbled into the bathroom, half hearing whatever reply Sven gave me, blasting the warm water over my body. It stung, not out of tiredness, just out of fear and paranoia. I don’t know, I always kinda got that coming down from… well, yeah. Just, give me a second.

Well, I got out, dried myself off and took some breaths, like that would hold myself back, like it would evoke some motivation. It seemed to work, stepping out of my bathroom I could instantly tell what he meant. My room smelt like shit, but, in all fairness, I hadn’t really had the drive to do anything about it for probably weeks at that stage. ‘I’ll do it tonight if I feel better. Yeah.’ I blindly told myself, meeting Sven in the kitchen.

“Alright Svenny, let’s get this over with, enlighten me on this… dude you’ve paired your star with,” I fell into the chair opposite his on the table, watching Sven push a coffee my way from his side of the table.

“This dude,” He curled his lip, looking like he was about to visibly grimace over the idea of using such a normal word, “goes by Octave, full name Octavian Melody.” He slid a resume my way, the image of a stallion who looked more wound uptight than Sven frowning their straight-laced frown right back at me, didn’t look too bad really. Easy on the eyes, I could tell why he had picked this one anyway.

“He is an Earth Pony from Canterlot,” Sven gave me a look that indicated for me to fill in the puzzle.

“Oh, this is an interesting little selling story. Earth pony dealing with a bunch of bullying or whatever rises up from his horrible little community and ends up in the big league. You want me to milk this?” I asked, giving him back the picture and picking up the coffee.

“Exactly, it’s our job to keep interest peaked on this guy. Sure he is just some sappy orchestral crony right now, but my team will find something for him, maybe pick up some interesting gossip on you two singing in between tour destinations or something. Just get used to him, cause he will be stuck with you for a while.”

“Poor sucker.” I looked away, kind of sick of this briefing already.

“Yeah well, showbiz. You know the deal.”
“Yeah… yeah, I do.” I muttered, taking one last gulp from my coffee. Sven downed his drink and got up from his seat, sending an atrocious scraping noise bouncing around my still sensitive brain.

“Now, please. For the love of Celestia, I need your ass over to the studio today. I don’t care when as long as you can put in six hours. We have a lot of work to do before we can get these duets sorted. Please.” He grabbed his satchel from the counter and made his way for the door.

“Only for you Svenny.” I winked, his eyes rolled. The door shut and the empty coffee cups sat there. I sat there and sighed, relieved. Sitting there for a bit longer I decided to get my ass somewhat ready.