Would it hurt her to close the door for once?
Levi fiddled with the handle before releasing it, watching Vinyl's front door swing back. As daylight crept into the darkened room, empty bottles and other assorted debris were revealed on one side of the foyer, the opposite side spotless as usual. No shock there. The lingering rubbish was about as telltale a sign of Vinyl's presence as Levi needed.
Since he'd known her, she'd never been very good at cleaning up after herself, which was to say that she didn't bother. If Octavia wasn't around—which right now, she wasn't—the task ended up being left to him. She'd always scowl at him when he started picking things up, too, a glare that translated to 'my mess is artful, and a messy workstation is a productive one'. So he thought, at least. Vinyl was difficult to interpret.
The strange part was the lack of light. Purple curtains were pulled on one side, grey drapes on the other. Usually, this meant Vinyl was nursing a particularly strong hangover, but it was the middle of the day, and she sounded reasonably fine when she texted him this morning, asking him over.
Best not to question it. Nothing Vinyl did made particular sense.
"Babe?" Levi peered around the room, his eyes squinted as he adjusted to the darkness. It was almost foreboding, but if there was anything he felt around Vinyl, it was comfortable. That said... with the open door, the lack of light, the lack of noise, was she even here?
Come to think of it, were any of those qualities rare for Vinyl when she was away from her decks? Levi suppressed a shudder at the creak of the front door, swinging to once more. All of his senses felt as heightened as they were dulled, his eyes darting back and forth. He listened out for a sound, any indication of presence in the small bungalow, but nothing came. Nothing at all. He didn't like this one bit. Levi wouldn't say that he was startled easily, but there was something about this whole situation that put him on edge, his blood coursing until he was sure he could feel his blood vessels pumping iron.
"Vinyl? You there?" Where was she? Why couldn't he hear anything? A clatter as his shin struck the oak table, and Levi swore in pain, more from shock than anything. He instinctively raised his foot onto the table, knowing Octavia would strangle him if she even witnessed it, pulling up his jeans and rubbing the sore spot. The relief he administered was superficial at best, but the warmth of his touch on the ache was soothing at the very least. It was almost enough to calm his mind.
What if someone had broken in? Robbed the place? It was such a shitstate that Levi could barely tell if it had been ransacked, and with a startled bounce against his ribs, he spun to check that Vinyl's turntables were still there. They glinted in the darkness, ethereal energy emanating from them. No way somepony would rob the place and not make off with them, they were worth thousands.
But that relief was short lived. If that wasn't what had happened, then why was everything like this? Slapping himself on the forehead for not thinking of it sooner, Levi stumbled over to the window, his leg still throbbing in pain as he went to pull the curtains and shed some light on the room. It was becoming increasingly difficult to maneouvre his way around the place, he could only hope it would help.
A light smile touched his lips as he put his hands over the curtains, pulling them only to find that they didn't budge an inch. His smile certainly did. "What the fuck..." Levi pulled harder, feeling his heart beginning to beat faster, but to no avail. He stared and stared at the curtains as he tried to force his eyes to adjust, but the more intensity he stared with, the longer it took to discern anything. When he finally managed to see straight, he realised that there was—wait, were they tied together? Was that why he couldn't pull them apart?
Yanking harder, he managed to open a sliver of light over the room, the smallest stab of illumination offsetting the darkness, relenting as soon as he took his hands off the curtains.
There was no question anymore, this was fucking weird. Levi reached into his pocket, grabbing his mobile with shaky hands, entering his passcode wrong twice before managing to get in. Turning on the torch, he began to shine it around the room. He checked the foyer first, shooting it over at the kitchen next, then looking back over at the door only to make an ominous discovery. The door was closed.
Why the fuck was the door closed? It had been swinging when he walked in, and—his train of thought was derailed by a lone sound, stabbing his ears and permeating his mind. It was a soft, sickening scratching, like serrated metal slicing against porcelain, making the hair on his arms prick as he turned with a gasp. "V-Vinyl..." his voice cracked, he was turning like a revolving door, trying to keep eyes on the entire area as he made his way around the blacked out room, a weak torch lighting his way. "This isn't funny anymore!" It had to be a joke, right?
Yeah, just a joke. That's all this was. No way someone had killed Vinyl, stolen her phone, texted him impersonating her to ask him over, locked him in the house, and was preparing to brutally murder him too, right? That was surely just his overactive imagination. Not to say that such thoughts didn't make him shake like a leaf, they did.
Hoofsteps in the distance, muffled and dampened. With a burst of adrenaline, Levi moved towards the sound, only for something to brush against him, knocking him backwards. The wind left him as he hit the sofa hard, looking up and around in a frenzy, his phone dropped on the other seat and shining up to the ceiling, shedding a little light over the entire room.
In his peripheral vision, far off and still, was a white pony, a smirk adorning her lips.
...it was her. It was her all along, playing a joke on him. Levi released a breath from where he sat, beginning to pant as his mind went back over everything that had just happened. Had she been sneaking around him? She was probably dying laughing the whole time. She stalked and sauntered her way over to him, and as she came closer into view, Levi started to notice a couple of other strange features to his girlfriend.
First of all, no shades. He could hardly blame her, considering how dark it was, but why was it so dark in the first place? Just to wind him up? He considered asking her, but knew he wouldn't get a straight answer. Second, what was with the fake wings? They were red and translucent, and though Vinyl had a tendency to dress up, he was sure he'd never seen those in her wardrobe.
She inched closer as Levi calmed himself, taking slow, deep breaths. His lungs filled with crisp air and slowly deflated as she advanced, and in the deceptive throes of torchlight, he was sure he saw a pointed glint from her teeth, as if she had suddenly grew canines. They were fake, they had to be, all part of her getup.
Vinyl finally approached him, tilting her head to the side as she surveyed him like a slab of meat, her eyes piercing his body and making him feel half his size as he tried to will up the conviction to move, to speak, to do something. Still, she held him with her captivating gaze, and it was only after a few moments of focus that he realised her eyes were blood red. Contacts? Her lips betrayed a hungry mien, and in coalescence with her current attire, it only made Levi feel like prey.
He'd fallen for it all, worrying and wondering until finally she was stood over him without an iota of exertion. All the while, he felt as if he had just ran a mile. "Y-you feeling alright, Vinyl?"
She simply nodded, clambering onto the seat beside him and raising her forehooves to bring her head level with his. She hovered over his lips for a moment, and he felt compelled to stay in place. While he was usually a confident lover, happy to take charge and let Vinyl play the submissive as she did so well, something about the situation threw all of his sentiments for a spin. His desire to kiss her was trounced by irrational feelings of self-preservation that crept from the macabre darkness and bounced off of her unholy appearance, keeping him locked in place as he admired her beauty.
She dipped her head lower, softly brushing his chest with her snout, likely feeling the pounding of his heart which he struggled to contain even as he came to terms with his safety. She'd really had an effect on him, and rather than it being dispelled when he'd realised all was well, it had only persisted, almost intensifying as it was met by the anticipation of what was to come next.
Her body commanded silence. Her posture was that of a leader, and if Levi knew what was good for him, he would obey without thought or question.
He could feel the heat in the room rising, emanating from his lover and urging him to move, to react. Still, no command he gave his body was fruitful, and Vinyl took full advantage of that. A glint of light betrayed a red substance on Vinyl's snout and lips, and Levi jolted back in his seat. As if anticipating this reaction, Vinyl flashed her horn, and before the torchlight she held a red bottle that was clearly labelled 'edible body paint' in her aura.
Okay, okay. It wasn't real blood. None of this was real. Stop worrying, damn it. Even if this was unsettling and he was in no way prepared for it, Vinyl would never hurt him. She was too loving, too nurturing for that.
With the sight of the bottle, the whole situation began to click into place. Vinyl had always had a strange interest in the occult, mythical horrors, vampirism... this was all a bit of fun to her, and she wanted Levi to play along nicely, like a good boyfriend.
Like he had any choice. He'd been so stunned to stillness by her act so far, he doubted he could tell her no even if he wanted to. And with how she was looking, how skillfully she moved her tongue over his neck, her body twisting as she began to kiss and suck on his most sensitive areas, there was no way he wanted her to stop.
Along with the fear, ever-present, there was a trickle of lust growing inside him, accentuated by the hitch of his breath as he felt her soft, wet tongue glide across him, a sign of greeting he could never get used to, no matter how many times he might have felt it. It always felt new, after all. Vinyl was a very sexual creature, more so than most ponies, if Levi understood correctly, but Christ, she knew how to be innovative. Each time she touched his skin, each time their bodies connected, it felt as if it was still the first time. She had a wonder to her like that.
It was almost as if she was the best at speaking to him of anyone he had met, even if she used no words. Her body understood him, her eyes spoke volumes that speeches and essays couldn't compare to. Her every action was a testament to her emotions, something that drove their connection further, played off of it as they soared in mutual bliss.
Levi hummed in satisfaction, closing his eyes. He was subconsciously biting on his own lip as he felt the fur of her hooves beginning to brush against his belly, a thermal dance that linked the heat of their bodies, tingles like static. She'd graduated to full kisses on his neck, working on one spot in particular as she slowly pulled her lips further apart, dragging the sharpest of her teeth along the wet, sensitive spot.
Levi realised what she was about to do just as she went ahead with it. It was soft, not enough to hurt, but he definitely felt it as her teeth pressed against his neck, surely leaving small marks as she vigorously sucked the sore spot. Levi knew she hadn't drawn blood, but there was devotion to the act here, and something about how she played her role, laying atop him and taking what she wanted, that was fucking sexy.
Eventually, she withdrew, looking to him with a wink and biting her lip, inviting him to kiss her, to take his prize. Levi moved forward to claim it, but found himself bound to his seat, as if he was glued there. He tried to raise himself, to pull his arms up, but nothing. It was as if some strange, imperceptible force was anchoring him in place, preventing him from moving whatsoever. After a few laboured breaths, Levi realised that Vinyl's horn was once again glowing, and she looked so fucking pleased with herself that it might have hurt if it wasn't for how hot it was. Levi tried to yell in protest, but found that like his body, his lips refused to move.
She had him. She had him completely and utterly pinned to the sofa, and there was absolutely nothing that he could do about it. He couldn't debate, he couldn't plead, he couldn't escape, only sit there and take what was coming to him, whatever that might be. The dread returned in earnest as he realised just how utterly helpless he was in this position. To think that Vinyl had a spell like that in her arsenal, could she have done this to him at any point, paralysed him with impunity?
She was studying him now, looking over the contours of his face and searching for a sign of anger, hoping his lips would contort into a snarl, if they even could. Slowly, her magic snaked out from her horn and began to strip him of his shirt, one button at a time, exposing more and more of his flesh to her watchful, blood red eyes.
She was ravenous, biting down on her bottom lip as she focussed on his pectoral region, and eventually, as she revealed it, his abdomen. She pressed against it with a hoof, as if testing the temperature of a bath, and after a slightly soft give, she found tensed muscle. That was another issue with her little spell: he was tensed all over and couldn't fully relax, every feeling heightened.
Vinyl shifted closer to him, the fur of her coat brushing against his exposed chest as she slid up him, tickling and teasing him even as he was powerless to do anything about it. Touching his forehead with her muzzle, she gave him a quick kiss before pushing it back, leaving him staring at the ceiling.
Great, now she'd robbed his perception too. At least his neck and shoulders felt a little more comfortable now. Even still, the fact that he was not only trapped, but unable to see what she would do next only added to Levi's trepidation, his nervous exhilaration. Every passing moment as he felt the tingle of crisp air against his exposed body was one where anything could happen next, something rewarding or equally wicked.
He could only hope that Vinyl would be nice to her catch.
She couldn't be much nicer than licking up and down his chest, incremental movements along his collarbones slowly angling down... She couldn't be more mean.
Levi extremely exposed, and every fresh lick left saliva painted across his body was assaulted by the air, only making him want to roll and twitch and wipe it away. Vinyl was dipping lower, he could feel it, until suddenly, her tongue's contact with his chest abated. His mind froze as he tried to guess what would happen next, but the question was answered before he could even attempt to predict it.
She went for his nipples next, hardened from the cold, sensitive to her touch as she lathered them in her spittle, very lightly biting down and giving him the compulsion to shudder, a movement he could scarcely manage. It was like torture, and the paralysis carried with it a semblance of fear and longing as she continued to toy with him, bit by bit. She moved to his other nipple, making sure it got the same attention, tugging a little harder this time and only making him feel increasingly incapable as he tried and failed to bite his lip.
Still, there was one thing that had been present since before he'd been frozen, something that most certainly hadn't and wouldn't change through the entirety of their mutual experience. When Levi had found that all of his muscles were tensed, it included the one that Vinyl enjoyed playing with the most, and surely that was where she was headed next. Although he couldn't see it, he could feel the fur of her cheek glancing against his diaphragm, down to his belly as she softly nipped at it, leaving kisses to replace the small sensations of pain, smothering the sensual sear of teeth with soft reliefs.
Her teeth grazed his obliques, tongue poking through on occasion and only making another part of him ignite, each area of sensation interconnecting and bringing forwards a new level of pleasure, something that only seemed to grow more powerful due to his captivity, his instincts heightened by dopamine and his blazing nerves a direct response to his lack of external control.
He felt a soft tug of magic, and his head was being pulled forwards. He tried to look at Vinyl, struggled against his spell, but found that his lids had been closed. So much for witnessing the show first hand, huh?
She brought her head lower, and he'd only know it for the feeling of bliss that encapsulated him as she rubbed her muzzle over the area of his body that so desperately sought her attention. He heard his jeans being unbuckled, another flash of magic, and a soft rock riff was playing in the background, the turntables bleeding a muted red light as synths joined the miasma of sound and pleasure that was any time with Vinyl Scratch.
He struggled against the bindings of his lids but to no avail as she began to yank his jeans down, sparing no time in undressing him, pulling his boxers down next. He was exposed, he still had a flutter of fear in his chest, but all the same there was something else, something growing inside him besides the worry and lust, and it was the excitement that found him every time he was with her, the love they shared mirrored by the sound of the background music progressing into its first riff, the sounds almost moving in the foreground as Vinyl's tongue began to mirror them.
It traipsed around his thighs like a musical instrument, a beat, a pattern so practised and and perfected that it could give the most lost man faith or make the most virtuous abandon his without a second thought. With every second, she drew closer to her goal, his prize. He could feel the swelling of his cock as he imagined her finally wrapping her lips around it, sealing the moment with mesmerising, captivating contact.
She withdrew, placing a hoof on each of his thighs, and he could only imagine she was sliding down to the floor. His next guess was right, as her tongue touched right between his testicles, exactly where he'd imagined she'd strike next. Had to get every part of him ready for what came next, and Vinyl was happy to take her time. She gently sucked and licked at them, blowing on them through pursed lips and shooting a bolt through his body, one that woke him from any slumber her gentle ministrations might have lulled him into. He was up now, he was ready.
The bridge of the track began to sound, a distraction that only enveloped him more in the moment as her tongue finally trailed all the way up his waiting cock, from his balls to the tip she travelled, being sure to take a diagonal, scenic route that would afford her as much time as possible before she got to the main event. An instant was a year in this mental battle between the two, but Levi couldn't break this time, he was forced to withstand it.
She finally pushed her head forwards, and Levi felt the soft cushion of her lips wrapping around his head, warm and slick, ready to lube him up. She'd clearly removed the fake teeth, as nothing brushed against him despite her mouth being so tight.
She only moved a couple of inches down his length before pulling away, using a pair of hooves to rub her spit in, their softness unparalleled. Their plushness was something to be marvelled at, everything about her was, and the magic of the moment marauded through his mind at monstrous speeds, his breath hitching. He was only grateful that his chest would still expand to accommodate his heavier breathing, an issue he only realised might exist when it came up.
Vinyl was pushing lower now, her mouth sinking halfway down him and staying put, inviting him to thrust upwards, but of course he fucking couldn't, the teasing bitch. Slowly, always slowly, she shimmied down his length to the base, taking it into her even tighter throat and keeping her head in place, struggling to contain it. Levi knew that she barely managed to take his entire length, being a third of his size, but the things she would do for him had never ceased to amaze him before.
She ramped up the pace, and Levi could feel his balls twitching, begging to tighten as she refused to relent, reaching lower and moving faster each moment before pulling up at the last second, just before he could get too excited. She knew how quickly she could get him off, and she knew exactly what she was doing when it came to edging him out. Months of practice had led to her becoming an expert in slowing down at just the right time. In a better situation, that meant sex for a solid hour. In a situation like this?
Well, hopefully she'd at least let him cum eventually.
He barely had time to cool off before she was back to work, sucking and jerking simultaneously, her tongue playing a ballad of her own creation against the underside of his cock for an audience of one. Levi was proud to say he was the only one who ever got a private show from DJ Pon-3, and what a fucking show it was.
...even if it was strictly auditory right now. Again, he tried to force his eyes open, but to no avail. He could swear he saw the lights coming from her turntables, strong enough to leave impressions behind his closed lids, but it wasn't enough. He wanted to watch her bob her head and take his cock, to finally have free hands to hold her head in place, to be able to fuck her throat and force his load down it. Oh, he was being pushed to his fucking limits here, but Vinyl didn't care, she just kept on going and going and—
And stopped. She stopped? Was this another trick? Levi had been on the verge of explosion once more, right where Vinyl loved to keep him, and she'd completely drawn away, not even leaving small placating kisses against him in the process.
Just as he began to wonder what the fuck was going on, he felt her shifting, and was soon met with the kiss of an entirely new pair of lips against his tip. She straddled him, her hooves against his chest, and he groaned instinctively as she lowered herself onto him, entirely silent apart from the sound of her laboured breath. He could feel her folds being spread around him as she sunk lower, the fur of her ass brushing his thighs. His cock twitched out of need, the muscles all along his body responded, tightening to the verge of pain. Against everything, he finally managed to force his lids open.
There she was, and he'd caught her in a gasp that he was sure she would have loved to have hid. Thought she was safe in darkness, huh? Now he could see her, shame he couldn't do anything about it. She grinned at his predicament, grinding her hips back and forth most of the way down his length, not taking him in his entirety straight away. She was still angling herself somewhat, it seemed, but she managed to make it seamless in her movements. None of it felt awkward, or like he was waiting for her to get in place. Rather, each moment was another glide against his stiffness, another affectionate rub of her inner walls against him.
And when she squeezed, too. God, when she squeezed, that was when his body started to transcend simple pleasure and moved to a state of euphoria, one that filled him with the drive to do nothing but pursue oneness with this perfect creature through constant, nonstop, high-octane fucking.
When they were completely aligned, she began to ride him faster, bouncing up and down as her hooves bore down more weight, her eyes wide and her breath coming in quivers as she finally allowed him to bottom out, shuddering all over from the feeling. Levi could feel his barriers breaking down, he was becoming close again and there was nothing he could do to stop it this time because even if he wanted to he had no way to tell her to stop.
He was at her mercy, he'd cum whenever she chose for him to, and with the speed at which she was going, clearly just as lost in it as he was, he suspected she'd cum soon too, her pussy gripping him tighter and squeezing with all of its strength as he started to hope she'd let go. Above everything, Levi wanted Vinyl to receive what she so wanted, her satisfaction. Something about watching her get off was just so perfect for him, nothing else measured up.
She pushed them both further, moving to longer, slower strokes as she brought them both to the edge, hovering there before crashing down, impaling herself on his cock. Her mouth opened wide, but no sound filtered out. Her moan was pronounced only by the incessant squeeze of her insides as her entire body pulsed in perfect climax. She rode it out, stroking him with her pussy as she gently rose and fell, letting her juices coat his cock as he began to lose control, lose any desire to stay in place.
He acted on impulse, and when he pushed up, his body followed through. There was restraint, but it was light, and for the first time, his fear of the situation was completely overcame, and he broke through the imperceptible shackles of magic as if they were nothing but a paper wall, thrusting upwards. Vinyl seemed to be in shock, but he didn't let her recover from her orgasm, grabbing her with both arms and holding her in place as he took what he was owed, slamming into her tightness as he'd wanted to ever since she trapped him there, taking what was his as he deserved.
It didn't matter about hesitating anymore, it didn't matter if he didn't always understand her, all that he knew was that this was what she wanted, what she too had been dying for, and there was no need to hold back, not now. He held her just above his cock as he slammed into her a few more times, and the dying remnants of his enthusiasm came with a final push, a single spurt firing from him and landing deep inside her.
With repetitive pulses he whitewashed her womb with his aching cock. His seed and her juices intermingled in a cacophonous display of dominance, of the hunter bowing to the fact that her prey too had strength. It was a display of passion powerful enough to shake the entire room as the music in the foreground finished shredding out its solo just as the music in the background reached its finale.
And now, the only sound was the harmonious pants of the two as they struggled for breath, Levi's eyes finally closing of their own accord. Vinyl laid atop him, nestling up, not moving to allow him to pull out. For a long time, they sat just like this, contented, their energy spent.
Curious, Levi finally opened his eyes, his breath caught. "Was that as good for you as it was for me?"
Vinyl looked up at him, down at the mess they'd made together, and nodded once. It was all she needed to do.
There was something else. "Did you mean to let me break out of your little spell like that, or was that an accident?"
Vinyl's movements can mean a lot of things. When a pony doesn't speak, you have to rely on their body language to understand an awful lot of what they're thinking. That or learn sign-language, which Vinyl could never be bothered with. As such, even a blink from Vinyl could mean a variety of things, depending on its length.
A wink, however? That was hard to mistake, and it was just what she did.
