Approaching the oddly-colored house, you could feel the beat of the music in the ground and your chest. The curtains of the two windows were closed, but on the purple side you could still see strobe and disco lights shining and spinning through them.
That was your Vinyl.
You’d met the young woman at the Ponyville dance club and asked her about her unusual, but in your opinion, fantastic choice of beats for the night, and she’s hacked your ear off about notes and DJ history until her melodious voice overshadowed the music she kept playing all the while. That might have been a turnoff for other guys, but you’d learned just from that brief encounter and interaction that Vinyl Scratch was beautiful (in that scruffy-punk way), passionate if not downright brilliant, and outgoing. You choked trying to ask her out long enough for her to ask you if you wanted to get lunch tomorrow.
As you came to the door that was split down the middle purple and brown, you tried to recall how many dates the two of you’d had. You could only recall three different places you’d been together: your place, the diner, and here, but it felt like more, because Vinyl, and talking with her about tech, and music, and movies and everything seemed like such an essential part of your life now.
And now you were back here. In that sweet, sweet voice you just couldn’t hear enough of, she’d invited you over to her place again, only this time after dinner. You knew what that meant, but you were still itching to see what was on the other side of that door, and what she’d prepared for you.
You glanced around the doorframe and poked the small doorbell button on the right. Over the sound of the aforementioned beat, you could just make out the standard *cling-clong* sound on the inside of the single-story rectangular house. Your standard dating worries that Vinyl might have forgotten, or that you’d come the wrong time, or more realistic ones like that she might not have heard the bell were soon assuaged by the abrupt stock of the music that left your ears and chest feeling empty, followed by sound of… high heels?
You worried for a second that her supposedly uber-formal roommate you had yet to meet, Octavia, would be in the house while the two of you got it on, since Vinyl always went around in sneakers, but before you knew it the bolt was undone from the inside, and the door swung open. It was indeed Vinyl, but because of all the white it took you a moment to identify what she was wearing. Once you did though, blood instantly began to flow to your cock.
Gone were the aforementioned sneakers, replaced with knee-high white high-heeled boots over her perfectly smooth legs. Above, her torso and crotch were covered by a similarly shining white one-piece that hugged her hourglass form and had only criss-crossing scripts running up from the navel to her cleavage, giving you a perfect view of her flat belly and firm, perfectly rounded tits. The pun that the glistening black of her outfit was almost certainly made of white vinyl was not lost on you, but instead of laughing, you just stood there in the doorway, wondering how you’d managed to miss that fact that you were dating a body like this.
It must have been a full minute before you finally looked up at her face, where, as if to remind you that yes, she was still that smart, music loving girl you met in the club, she was still wearing her sunglasses, and still had her hair in its signature off center and jagged do.
Seeing your stupid expression in her sunglasses, which was contrasted by how she was smiling her usual smile, snapped you back to reality. She was holding the door wide open, so you quickly turned your head around to see if anypony was around to make this (more) embarrassing, but it was obvious that the late hour would preserve your discretion.
Before you looked back around though, you heard Vinyl’s boots clopping their way away from you. You turned to the front again, and got an eyeful of the unicorn’s picturesque asscheeks squeezed by her outfit swining back and forth as your girlfriend returned to her double keyboard. Your dick got another rush of blood at the sight you could just imagine squeezing, carressing, or simply piecing, and as if Vinyl knew exactly where your eyes would be every step of the way, she brought her right hand behind her back and used a single finger to beckon you inside.
Your face shifted from stupid shock to a stupid grin, and you stepped into the dual-themed house, casually shutting the door shut behind you with your magic. You were tempted to walk up and start groping your girlfriend right then as she pushed buttons on the keyboard, but since she seemed to have everything planned out, you stood back.
Vinyl finished hitting the buttons and picked up two pairs of large white headphones sitting on the keyboard with telekinesis. She turned back to you, still smiling, and began slipping one on over her ears while bringing the other over to your head, prompting you to put them on.
Your grin faded into a pursed-lips expression, but you took the headsets, which you could now feel and faintly hear was playing something, from her magic to your hands, still trusting that this was all part of some planned out fantasy Vinyl didn’t want you to screw up by hesitating. You slipped the set over your ears, the energetic, but heavy dubstep beat becoming louder and louder until the headphones were secure and it drowned out everything else (but of course without hurting your eardrums. Vinyl was a master of not doing that).
Now with the theme music in place, you looked to Vinyl, whose smile grew just the tiniest bit larger. You smiled back, because despite its oddity, the idea of drowning out creaking beds and ragged breaths with something that matched your energy seemed like a good one. The same line of thought in regards to vision likely motivated Vinyl to push one more button on the keyboard to temporarily blind you with the returned strobing and spinning lights from the various setups that lay around her half of the room.
When your vision returned, the beautiful DJ was stepped around the keyboard, and was on her way to her purple-sheeted bed. You followed her around, saw her look back and gesture her hand across the bed, which you took to mean to lie down on your back. You weren’t bothered that you were still fully clothed, so you obeyed her orders and turned around to backpedal the last few steps, which gave you another great look at her front as you sat down on the edge and layed back. Your headset fit like a glove and thus none of your movements even slightly interrupted the dubstep that was shaking your head.
Once you were on your back, your boner forming a tent in your jeans was rather obvious, but you weren’t embarrassed by it anymore. Vinyl, ever the girl sensitive to others needs, stepped in front of you and bent down to begin undoing your fly with her deft fingers.
With one decisive pull, your pants came down and your cock popped up free in the air of the warm night. Looking at Vinyl’s outfit, you were worried for a second that she’s have to take it off to allow… access, but it soon proved more flexible that it appeared, as with a brief flash of telekinesis, she easily moved the thin white crotch out of the way of her pussy that you now saw was sopping wet and sticky.
You could sense the room’s air getting warmer and muskier with both your arousals, but your girlfriend wasted no more time doing things step-by-step, and climbed on all fours onto the bed over you until both your faces and crotched were parallel.
She smile down at you for a second, but you seized the opportunity to finally contribute something by quickly grabbing her shoulders and pulling her into the deepest kiss the two of you had ever shared.
She was surprised at first, and even struggled a bit instinctively as you pushed your tongue past her lips and into her mouth, but she relaxed after a recond and gave you hers in return.
The two of you did your dance for a bit, your cockhead briefly getting caught between her cleavage straps, but she eventually used both hands to push herself back up and leave your mouth feeling empty.
She sat up straight on her knees again so that her crotch was just underneath hers, and it didn’t take a Twilight Sparkle to know where this was going. You rested your hands on the perfectly smooth fur of her thighs, while her horn and a button on the keyboard behind her both flashed the same color briefly. With that, the music in your ears became became rapid fire, clearly building up to the main theme. Your cock tingled as she took it with her magic and straightened it gently, and then with one quick pump of her legs, you were plunged hilt-deep inside her, and the music exploded into a pleasant chaos of noise.
You’d done this before with other mares, but it had been a while, and Vinyl really knew how to squeeze, so let out a groan at the feeling of your cock being trapped somewhere so tight, warm and wet so quickly. Vinyl herself broke character briefly to throw her head back in shere ecstasy, and you timed your first thrust perfectly with her looking down.
The askance crotch of her outfit was barely noticed against your dick as you used both your hips and hands to piston deeper and deeper into this wonderful mare each time. Her pussy was so wet that your cock was glistening too in no time at all, but was so warm it felt like your dick was in an oven, especially with your body sandwiched between her legs.
Vinyl did her fair share of the work too, using her legs to jump up and down on you in a rhythm you both quickly got the hang of. Sweet Celestia, this was heaven! You loved her voice and her music and making her pasta, but you never wanted to go back to those parts of this relationship; you wanted to do this forever!
With her powerful nether muscles milking your cock every time she came up, it wasn’t long before you felt your orgasm approaching. It came as a surprise when you felt juices squirting against your cock first. As hot mucus and urine bathed your cock in its sleeve, you looked into her rolled-back eyes and saw just how excited she had become, and realized that the blaring music in your ears had made you oblivious to her increased panting and moans. While her back arched in shear bliss for over thirty seconds, you felt frustrated as your own orgasm slowly slipped away, but you weren’t going to keep pumping into her if she didn’t want it.
When she finally came down, she looked you in the eye, and apparently saw the look of frustration on your face despite your best efforts to hide it.
She smiled gave you a consoling pat on the forehead, which you weren’t sure how to interpret. Would she blow you now (not that you were entitled to anything), or would there be other opportunities for release in the future?
Your question was answered when she slowly got back up onto her feet to stand up. As your soaked hard on slipped out of her and slapped back into your stomach, her horn glowled briefly again, and something white and tubular flew from out of her open dresser and into her hand.
Your erection faltered briefly and you involuntarily clenched your rectum when she displayed the object in front of you. It was a white dild- no, a vibrator judging by its electrical components that included a light-up musical note. Vinyl’s smile finally broke when she saw your apprehension though, and she looked down at you as deeply as her glasses would allow as if to ask you if this was what you wanted.
You smiled back. You’d never done this before, but you weren’t going to kill this wonderful night’s momentum by chickening out.
You turned over on your stomach so that your cheeks and cutie-marks were plainly visible through your pulled-down pants. The headphones were still going full blast, but you imagined (or at least hoped) that Vinyl was lubing up the tip with her tongue.
Your rectum involuntarily clenched again when she put her hand on her back to steady you, but you forced it to open again when you felt her other hand moving in for the kill. You expected a long, arduous process of pillow biting, but the wet tip, much smaller compared to your hole than you’d originally seen is as being, just slipped right in, not much harder than you real dick into a vagina.
It all happened so fast. The sudden feeling of something so much colder than your body temperature forcing all your organs out of the way could only be described as… strange. But a very, very good stanger. Your entire back end felt like it was somehow glowing with good feeling, and you actually couldn’t wait for it to start moving around inside you.
You clenched the blanket underneath you with both hands, not in pain, but pleasure as the device was pushed in just the tiniest bit further- enough to poke your intestines- as Vinyl pushed a button on the bottom. The music in your ears immediately had accompaniment again as the vibrator began moving rhythmically around inside you.
It was your turn to roll your eyes back, and you clenched the sheets even tighter. You were sure you looked like an idiot, your ass shaking all around, but you didn’t care; the feeling of the foreign object moving around inside you, stimulating you in a way even more intimate that a pussy of a mouth- Celestia, you wanted to do this all the time.
Your ass was stopped from shaping around with a rhythmic beat that you were just nailing down when Vinyl, never one to let the machines do all the work, pushed you down with one hand again. Being still as the device kepting bouncing around inside you only made the pleasure so intense you thought you might go crazy, but you forgave your girlfriend as soon as she slipped her other hand underneath you and took your still-wet erection in her oh-so-soft hand.
When she began squeezing and pumping, you bit you lip and curled your toes. You just couldn’t handle all this.
Between the two “stimulators,” you naturally didn’t last long. You gave one last moan and shot twice your normal load into the covers. Your stomach was pressed against the bed, so you knew you’d be pretty sticky afterwards, but again, you zero fucks given. Your tongue lolled out and spine bent for a good half a minute before you finally collapsed into the accumulated puddle of your own seed.
Vinyl pulled her sticky hand out from under you, and began walking away. You weren’t confused though, thinking she was either getting ready for round three or going to clean herself up, until you heard a door open, and a second pair of high-heels.
Your eyes widened, and you quickly rolled back over to see a second, dark-haired woman in lingeries suddenly in the room, having apparently come out of the bathroom.
“Ah, finally. Next time, Vinyl, I plan the boyfriend meeting.” The woman said in a British accent. “Oh! Where are my manners,” she extended her hand even though you were still some ways away on the bed. “I’m Octavia.”
You had already guessed who she was based on what Vinyl has told you about her roommate, but you still just laid there, another stupid look of shock on your face. Your cheeks started to burn as you released everything she must have heard or even seen. You didn’t move your hands to cover yourself though, probably because you could see from the damp stain in Octavia’s lingerie’s crotch were this was going.
“Now, from what I’ve seen, I’m perfectly satisfied that you can satisfy my…”
She looked back to Vinyl briefly, who gave a knowing look back.
“-Roommate. But if I’m going to be without a marefriend for the foreseeable future,” she looked back to you. “I don’t suppose it would be be too much of an imposition to ask-“
Octavia gave one final bounce on top of your dick, amd you shot yet another load deep inside her. Through Vinyl’s thighs, you could just hear Octavia moaning again, but you focused on sucking on the unicorn’s cunt, which was the only thing stopping the hours worth of juices of your face from sticky-ing up. To let you breath, Vinyl pushed her legs up just a little bit, pulling some of the juices up with her, but allowing new ones to drip into your gasping mouth.
You were smothered again when Vinyl sat down again, and you had to reorient yourself in her pussy, at the same time Octavia starting to pump on you again.
You heard Octavia say something unintelligible, and felt Vinyl shrug on top of you. Whatever it was, it couldn’t matter; all that mattered now, and hopefully forever, was the three of you making music like this all the time.
Author's Note
My first fully consensual story.
