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You Scratch My Back...
A flicker of Vinyl Scratch’s dusty eyelashes was all her green-coated partner got as warning before everything became a whirlwind of white fur, shock-blue manes, and paragraph-a-second babbles. Thankfully the trip was as short as it was mind-boggling, the rasp of the swinging-shut door letting him know he was now in the dark alleyways dotting Canterlot.
And the sign atop that door let him know that Cinnamon Chai’s Cozy Crib would be short two customers for the morning.
“Okay… what was all that about?!” he huffed, finally getting breath back into his… holy crap, did he even have lungs that big anymore? Few things in this world made sense, but the form he was in topped them all. And it wasn’t just because both the hair atop his head and his shaking limbs were the same sharp shade of emerald as his shirt used to be a world away. It was… well, how fast the white unicorn before him—and by the way, this place called Equestria was full of them, holy crap times two—had glommed on to him.
Like many times before though, he wouldn’t have the time to properly decipher the situation he was snout-deep in.
“No time, Anon. Sorry,” Vinyl said, almost married to the stucco wall Anon was peering around the edge of. “Can’t afford to lose sight of ya again—jeez, I don’t even know how you have the energy to sneak off every night.” Then, her eyebrows wiggled tantalizingly. “You trying to say I’m not mare enough for you, hot stuff?”
Well, at least Anon’s face wasn’t green anymore. Red wasn’t that much of an improvement though—especially when the raw intrigue firing up that blush “helpfully” reminded him just what exhausting endeavors he and Vinyl had gotten up to since arriving here. “N-not sure that’s the real issue here, Vinyl…”
“Yeah well, be lucky I know this town so thoroughly.” Vinyl sniffed disbelievingly. She didn’t press it, though. “Most ponies’d have you shut up in a room and never let out—what even isthe place you came from before, man? Earth, or something?”
“...yeah. Got it.”
Well, the cat was out of the bag now. Indeed, Anon wasn’t naturally of this world, but the less said about tinkering with big hulking arches of technology one shouldn’t have, the better. Especially considering how he’d been ping-ponged within this equestrian-filled capital since.
“Sweet.” Vinyl’s tongue flitting across her lips like a lollipop had graced them certainly made for a sweet spectacle. “So count yourself lucky I spotted the fuzz before you did. How’d you get so many of Equestria's Royal Pains on ya, anyway…”
“Well, I mean... I did start this in the princesses’ castle.” Anon offered. “Didn’t have much time to talk, though, what with me freaking out and you breaking in and all the… really… sharp… spears…”
“Eh, don’t worry, they’re ceremonial.” Vinyl waved it off. “Probably just wanted to probe ya.” Vinyl’s breath hitched seeing all the colordepart Anon’s face with the quickness. “For information, man! Chill!”
Anon only calmed a fraction, not wanting to let slip to this generous—and gorgeous—mare just whatabout that statement made him pale. “W-well, I’m with you now.”
“Yeah. You certainly are.” Was Vinyl’s voice supposed to sound that… possessive? Like a hungry lioness? “So don’t worry about those Guards. They only press the manager for information, and Chai doesn’t crack about customers. We’re good.”
“Guess that’s why you’re a regular there, huh?”
Vinyl’s eyes flashed in agreement. “You kidding? Just love being on the ragged edge of the law. Knowing every time I play or relax I might just be… pinned… and restrained… and told to stay silent…” Vinyl’s limbs rubbed together at the thought, her off-the-shoulder pink shirt and jean shorts scratching as sonorously as one of her records would. “It’s the best fuckin’ feeling ever.”
A wad of saliva started its slow, arduous journey down Anon’s throat. Yet, he didn’t run—if anything was obvious from this musical mare, it’s that he’d come to no harm near her. Quite the opposite,in fact. “Happy to know you like this life then, Vinyl.”
“Plus, I can heal any injuries anyway? Speaking of…” And then, Vinyl’s hoof started an adventure all its own, stroking along a sharp red line nearly splitting the question mark on Anon’s flank. He sucked in a breath at the light sting of pain. “Sure you won’t tell me who did that? I know it’s too light to leave a lasting mark, but…”
“No!” Anon’s refusal came out a bit louder than he would have wanted, but he couldn’t help it. “Nobody did that, Vin. I just… slipped. Decided to make my own way outta the jails this time—got a bit too tangled in the tree branches.”
Vinyl’s lip tugged up approvingly.
“Good work, coltscout!” she said. “Been noticing how daring you’ve gotten lately!” Her eyes flitted back to the alleyway again. It was still empty, save for the occasional pony trotting past its opening from the street beyond. “In fact… you wanna go another step further?”
“W-what, go back to Ponyville with you?” Anon asked. “As I said yesterday, I’m certain the train conductors have my missing poster. Gotta wait till the heat dies down, you know?”
Vinyl’s grin didn’t lower a bit. “Oh, no—I’m talking about stirring up some heat of our own, actually.”
Anon blinked again. Was Vinyl offering to help her tag somewhere? While her graffiti was amazingly artistic, and he was always eager to show his skills too, Vinyl had never seemed willing to let him. He had to be the lookout, the hoof-up into a picked-open window; he was the backup, never the star. And while it was a nice medium for him—especially since he was sure he came into this world with four left hooves—he didn’t think that’d be changing that fast.
Of course, one look at Vinyl’s naughty grin, and he suddenly realized just what Vinyl was really playing at.
“Wait, you mean that heat?” Anon spluttered. “B-but we... I mean…I’m flattered, but—!”
“Oh?” Vinyl’s eyebrow perked up. “But you were so happy to flatten me in the backrooms of Sassy’s studio.”
Vividly, the images started peppering Anon’s mind like buckshot. Vinyl arched back against him, naked and gasping. The spatula-like plaps of their colliding hips. The creak of the wood of that closet door, holding up against his pelvis-driven efforts to fuck the unicorn through it.
“Yeah, but… that was just because…”
”Cuz that fat fuckin’ beastbetween your legs hasn’t been tamed before.” Vinyl said, like she was simply talking about a missed drink order and not them bucking like jackalopes. “Would think you knew that after our time in the Canterlot Gardens, myself.”
Back came visions of the dewy brush of leaves against Anon’s heaving muscles, pricks of cold soothing his raging heat. Their lips created their own string of dew from how often they smacked and parted. The omnipresent sounds of meaty plaps, and suddenly, Anon had to clamp hislegs to keep his erection from slipping its sheath. Futilely, though – he couldn’t keep it under control any better than Vinyl could, despite her enthusiasm. “But there wasn’t anypony else—”
“Or when we first had our night hiding in my studio?”
Anon’s forehooves slapped onto Vinyl’s withers to keep the carnal images that brought up from stopping his speech. “Whoa now! There are ponies walking just outside! If we do it here—”
In a flash, Vinyl was flush against Anon’s front, so close that he could feel his hooves tremble against his chest. But even that vibration didn’t compare to the heated thumps of Vinyl’s heart, almost calling to him with every beat.
“What?” Suddenly, Vinyl slid down Anon’s barrel, the stallion still frozen on his hindlegs. “That you’ve been here barely a month and you’ve already gotten lucky?” Her hooves traveled slyly down his side, grin hiking up at every twitch of Anon’s muscles under his coat. “That I still can’t find a reason to not have your cockin me?” Vinyl was kneeling now, her hooves at port and starboard around Anon’s length, half out of its sheath and bubbling with pre-cum despite its owner’s attempts to stave off his arousal. “That their wives, their special someponies, their loins are missing out on Canterlot’s best-kept secret?”
Anon would have responded, but he was certain any sound that’d burst out of his mouth would be incoherent at minimum. So he sidled himself behind the lip of the jutting wall, hiding himself at least from the passerby’s sight. Of course, if they dared look at the kneeling Vinyl, and what she was lavishing long licks upon, it wouldn’t be too hard for them to put two and two together.
Much like how Vinyl was pushing the bulb of his throbbing fuckstick against her lips.
“C’mon, Anon, let’s go. Don’t you wanna show me just how hard your rage against the machine’s made this bad boy?” Vinyl’s tongue certainly wanted to, as it swiped over Anon’s tool in loping laps.
Anon only gritted his teeth in response, shuddering hard against Vinyl’s ministrations. Electricity thrummed through his nerves, making the sun-bleached sky above almost blinding to him. He was torn, moreso with each second of this cock-hungry DJ’s mouth wetting his member.
But he didn’t pull away. Somewhere deep whin him, that burgeoning sense of bravado that he’d never know he could have as a four-legged beast was burning bright. Vinyl was right, much as he refused to voice it; he had become used to this. Used to being fucked. And more than used; eager as well, to push the envelope on just how far he could go on the fuel Vinyl’s passion pumped through his veins.
So he dared to look down, the hoof not braced against the wall nestling into the blue locks of Vinyl’s mane. It wouldn’t do for those baby-blue locks to get in the way of her licking and kissing—not when his dick was at full attention for that affection.
Even now, the sheer size of his stallionhood bogged his already sluggish mind. Its base—and the sack swaying underneath—served as a wonderful cushion to Vinyl’s drool-soaked chin. It stretched over Vinyl’s face, its tip now beading pre-cum halfway up her horn.His erection had to be at least a foot long, and every throbbing vein wrapped around it told Anon that it could easily rival one of the unicorn’s legs, too.
“Oooh...” Vinyl cooed another string of saliva soaking into her shirt as she gasped. “S’like you get bigger every day, Anon! Soon, I might not be able to get a word out ‘round you.”
Anon sucked in a breath. Now was the moment. “W-well, if you’re so worried about that—”
“But, what sorta musician would I be if I didn’t sound-check?”
In one swift second, Vinyl dragged herself back up to the tip of Anon’s tool and shoved it into her mouth.
Six inches got down the musician’s maw before the bulge would barrel no further. What did propel out was Anon’s moan, his gritted teeth and hoof no longer enough to keep him from keening at the volcanicfeel of Vinyl’s mouth. The electricity in his body gave way to an overwhelming wave of pleasure, and he swore he could feel himself thicken several inches in diameter around Vinyl.
“By Luna’s grace… Vinyl…” The words came out from Anon’s mouth there hoarse and husky, like he’d been running a mile.
Vinyl smiled as much as she could around his stallionhood. Her hooves moved back to Anon’s sheath, teasing the skin around him to help him calm down. And then, she went back to her slurping session.
Anon’s mane was sticking to his temple from all the sweating he was doing. But Vinyl, now flush against the ripest part of him, was not put off in the slightest. Instead, her nostrils flared, lusting for oxygen and his pungent musk as much as her tongue thirsted for the pre-cum slicking her throat. Every orifice she had clamored for more of Anon—a thrumming need that was more difficult to deny with every passing moment.
And true to her word, Vinyl was definitely producing lewd sounds around the dick she was devouring. Each time Vinyl brought her head forward and back, scant centimeters of Anon’s massive tool penetrated her gullet. Between those eager thrusts, Vinyl’s gurgles gushed her saliva over his cockhead, an improvised set of melodious hums as she twisted her lips around his jade-green obelisk.
It was driving Anon crazy.
Then, Vinyl yanked her head off his rod, looked to the left, and grinned even wider. “Oh, whoops— looks like we found more admirers.”
Anon peeked around the lip of the wall and nearly choked on hissaliva as Vinyl nearly had seconds ago. Their carnal show had indeed gotten a few stray stallions and mares peering around the corner to the alley, their gaze like daggers in Anon’s heart.
Oh no! He thought frantically, mind going a million miles a minute. What if they screamed? What if they call the Guard? What if—”
And then Anon’s train of thought jumped the rails as Vinyl’s tongue batted playfully at his still-hefty testes. His head smacked back against the wall, stars blasting off behind his eyelids as he struggled to push Vinyl away.
But his motions were sluggish, Vinyl’s mouth was relentless, and it took almost a half-minute before Anon got her unmoored from his mare-breaking tool to speak. “V-Vinyl, we have to get out of here, those are—oh holy shi~!”
Vinyl’s hooves shot over his shaft, massaging it from tip to medial ring and back. Again, Anon’s protests melted into a stuttered purr, and Vinyl took over from there.
“Relax, sport…” she cooed, Anon’s heavy length slapping wetly against her cheek as she worked it with her hooves. “They wanted to let Princess Sunbutt know, they’d have left already.”
Anon’s jaw worked as he struggled to point out that that could still be the case at any moment. But, given that at this current moment he was being invaded by bliss and heat, it was proving an impossible task.
“‘Sides, hot stuff…” Vinyl said. “I coulda taken this edge off with some Jizz Fizz, but the fuzz kept me from ordering one. Sooooo….”
Her lips settled snugly over his dick again.
“Give your DJ a drink, stud.”
Then Vinyl’s mouth closed over Anon’s erection again. Her lips were treading closer and closer to his medial ring with every trip over his length. Her hooves settled against Anon’s flanks and pulled, bringing her face closer to his lap.
Anon was a different story; his mind was an absolute shitstorm. Shame over being sucked off in an alley with enamored onlookers was threatening to wring tears from his shut eyes. But his hips were a different story, jerking lightly in tune with Vinyl’s throaty thrusts. Very soon, something was going to give in Anon’s pleasure-tortured mind.
When the pop of his medial ring slipping past Vinyl’s lips rang out, the scales of Anon’s mind irrevocably tilted toward one end. One erotic, ecstatic end.
Anon’s hooves, still in Vinyl’s mane, suddenly moved to wind around the back of her head. With the molecule-thin bit of patience he still possessed, he waited for the DJ to pull her lips back until they bulged around the tip of his girth. And then, in a move that made Vinyl’s pupils narrow to pinpricks, Anon shoved his entire cock down her gullet with one withering thrust.
The floor, Vinyl’s cheeks, Anon’s thighs: no place was safe from the strings of saliva spraying out from Anon’s licentious act. But again, Vinyl’s eyes told no lies; they were dilating in lust as she dreamily stared at the panting Anon. Surprise had given over to salaciousness in the unicorn mare, and she made no move to unroot herself from the fifteen inches of stallionmeat intruding on her breathing.
Anon was a hair more gracious, however, pulling back to let her suck in some much-needed oxygen.
“That… hard enough… for you?” he growled, uncaring that the ponies stillwatching them now had a prime view of his sweat-dripping face.
Several seconds passed before Anon got his response from the only pony currently on his mind.
“Oh, Anon…” Vinyl’s tone was almost reverent for those few seconds, before a wicked rictal grin split her face in two again. “Not even close.”
With the gauntlet thrown, Vinyl threwherself back on Anon’s fucklog, and Anon’s hips joined in on the savagery. Soon, the alley was filled with the glrks and gagsof Vinyl’s throat being reamedby her mate’s massive member. Some scandalized gasps from the onlookers trickled into Anon’s ears, but he didn’t care anymore. His world had narrowed down to the bulge distending Vinyl’s happy-tunnel, his focus only on how he—he still couldn’t believe it—was the reason Vinyl was moaning like a wanton whore around his thick, imperious cock.
Vinyl, despite being silenced by the shaft swabbing her throat, met Anon’s brutal intensity with some of her own. One of her hooves drifted down and under her shorts, rubbing needily at her soaked center. The squishing noise from her loins only made her bob her head on his colossal cock more—and fueled her partner to fuck her gullet faster. Her meat-fellating cheeks ballooned farther out with the saliva and pre-building up behind them, every retreat of Anon’s meatlog from her cum-funnel making a waterfall of fluids splash out.
“Vinyl….” Anon growled out as one of his hooves slipped its hold in the musical mare’s mane and ground along her horn. A flurry of sparks danced onto the frog of his hoof, and his lust seemed to triple at the contact. “Don… don’t ever stop.”
Several ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’ came from the ponies watching Anon and Vinyl work, and this time the fascination was like a match to Anon’s libido. Orgasm was storming upon him, his walls swelling enough that he needed to widen his stance. Vinyl’s hooves and mouth massaged him further with the added space, juggling his fat cumsacs and fatter cock like they were jugglers’ knives.
Speaking of, that climax teetering in Anon’s being like it was on the head of a knife finally came.
“Vinyl! Vinyl! Oh, fuuuuck~”
Vinyl burbled merrily as the first ropes of sticky seed slammed into her stomach. It was hot, cloying, and suffocating to an esophagus already packed full of cock, but Vinyl longed for more. Every vein on Anon’s fuckstick bulged as he came, almost locking him in Vinyl’s throat as his release filled her tummy. Vinyl’s eyes started rolling into her head, both from the bliss of being filled with such nourishing nut-butter and the airlessness making her mind light.
With superequine effort, Anon pulled back enough that air seeped in around his dick, keeping Vinyl from passing out. The next few ropes, however, stole that reprieve as they splattered deep in her happy-tunnel. Soon, Anon’s gooey jizz drooled out from her maw, collecting on the pavement in pearly pools.
The messy show drew some more breathy gasps from the crowd watching them. Anon even swore that he saw one of the mares faint, a mousy unicorn with a creamy coat and red-on-purple mane. Embarrassment flashed through him for a split-second - before the sheer hotness of that moment made him shoot another few loads down Vinyl’s gullet.
This time, it was Vinyl who yanked herself back from Anon’s virile pillar, hacking up a few bubbles of cum to clear her esophagus. Her makeup was in shambles now, inky streaks painting her cheeks where Anon’s sperm wasn’t. Her breaths were shallow and gradual, her damp shirt heaving boisterously with each inhale.
And yet, what settled on Vinyl’s face afterward was a dopey smirk.
“Good… good work there, stud…” she said, her eyes still locked under Anon’s waist. “Even… even longer than… Noteworthy!”
A wellspring of ire fired up in Anon at that. Just who was this Noteworthy? “Well, the second I catch my breath, I know I can drive Note… wor… what in the fuck.”
Now, Anon knew what Vinyl was staring at. It was a wonder he could process shock at what he witnessed, considering all the blood thrumming within his still-hard cock.
“Well, well…” Vinyl said. “Good thing I’mhungry for more too, isn’t it?”
A small noise softly tickling at Anon’s ears faded away, and it took him a while to realize Vinyl had just stopped stroking her slit. And considering all the bitten lips of the tiny crowd, Anon knew he wasn’t the only one wishing he was Vinyl’s soaked hoof right now.
“Vinyl…” Even now, Anon’s mind rebelled at pushing his luck further with the crowd’s sensitivities. “I’ve proven my point about my bravery, isn’t that enough?”
“Well, I’m on all fours, my womb’s empty, and I can still remember my name,” Vinyl said, bracing her forehooves on a crate next to the wall. “So the answer’s no.”
Before Anon could utter another word, Vinyl’s horn lit up. Soft amber light wound around the loops of her shorts, yanking them down past her flanks. The soaked T of her pink thong followed soon after, caught slightly under the swell of her heart-shaped ass.
Anon’s jawn nearly slammed into the floor at what he saw. He heard a ‘...sweet fuck, that lucky stallion…’ echo out behind him, andfor once, he considered it an understatement.
Vinyl Scratch, bare for more than just Anon to see, was utterly soaked. Her pussy was like a blossoming tulip, the lips swollen and sticky as she wiggled her rump at Anon. The pink flesh of her snatch winked, even without direct stimulation, cum drops bobbing invitingly at its edges. And her flagging tail also showed-off her shuddering ponut, that tight ring of muscle twitching in anticipation.
“So, Anon.” Vinyl’s sharp voice cut through the fantastical fog thick in Anon’s mind. “Look at everyone ogling us. Eyefucking us. Fantasizing about us.” A quick glance back confirmed that and more; Anon could smell the faint waft of several mares’ arousal, and he could even hearthe shlicking of a clit or two being fondled. “Probably wanna plunge into this puffy lil’ pussy if you don’t.”
Anon knew two things at once: first, that Vinyl was clearly goading him into throwing what little shame he had away and plowing her like an Appleloosian field. And second, despite his knowledge of this mind game, his dick was raging hard again, with emphasis on ‘raging.’ Vinyl was an insatiable, indisputably effective cocktease—and he was ready to screw her so hard she never questioned his resolve again.
His libido and his mind were both locked on the same goal; to breed the brash DJ-PON-3.
“Maybe they’ll spear through to my tight womb in one go?” Vinyl’s tail flicked in lazy loops, washing her beautiful scent over Anon’s snout. “Maybe they’ll thrust into me so hard they put me throughthis dumpster’s wall?”
Vinyl’s sweaty hoof lay against that structure’s wall, the shockingly clean surface groaning a little under the force. Anon thickly swallowed, his body still frozen in unbidden lust.
“Maybe one of em’s Noteworthy?”
A hot breath steamed more than blew from Anon’s nostrils.
“Maybe he might wanna dick down a DJ before his shop sh—oh, shityesohshit!”
Anon wasn’t certain how he’d so expertly slammed his cock home in Vinyl’s waiting cunt in one stroke. Time didn’t really register for him anymore. All there was to experience was blazing white fur, marshmallow-soft glutes, and the slatternly wails of Vinyl as she came around his massive member.
In a saner state of mind, Anon would have been slack-jawed at this. No matter how skimpy the clothes Vinyl wore, what position she took impaled on his ponderous stallionhood, she always looked sexier gushing out around him. And the fact that he—clumsy though colossally endowed Anon—could do such a thing was mind-melting and shocking all at once.
Now? All the hot juices washing over his half-lodged cock just stoked Anon’s fire. The rushing rivers of maresap only served to lubricate his pull out of Vinyl’s walls, before he fullyhilted in her on the next thrust. Vinyl’s eyes were pinpricked again, clutching onto the dumpster for dear life as her orgasm continued.
“F-fuck! S-so full! Anon, I didn’t even know you could get so de—”
Anon thrust into her again, wrapping his forehooves around her barrel.
Vinyl’s G-spot was now ground underhead the bulb of his throbbing shaft, a fireworks display exploding through her overstimulated body. She orgasmed again, hindlegs flopping uselessly as she was held up by the emerald-green body crammed against her back. Her tongue lolled out, delirium slowly overtaking Vinyl’s mind as her juices pooled in the sling of her thong.
“H-holy… Fuck, Ano… cumming… fuck me har—umph!”
And then came the third thrust.
There seemed to be no end to Anon’s ramrod-rutting. Every clap of his and Vinyl’s hips lodged him deeper inside Vinyl, tapping against the entrance to the musical mare’s womb. Wanton bliss was drowning Vinyl, unsure that she wouldn’t end this rutting session glued to Anon’s dick like a sock. If so, her mind knew that it’d be just dandy, hard as it was to form words in it now. God, it wasn’t even noon yet, how was Anon so hot against her?
By this point, Anon was a jackhammer against Vinyl’s salivating snatch, triggering a daisy chain of climaxes from the moaning mare. His hips slapped against her rump like it was dough, their intimate closeness setting his heart alight. Even his teeth found a better duty than just hissing curses, tasting the sweat-salted skin of Vinyl’s neck as she tilted her head back over his shoulder.
Vinyl was an absolute treat, and Anon was planning on taking his time savoring it.
Soon, Anon found himself lost in the countless sensations Vinyl was barraging him with. Moaning huskily in his ear, the incoherence letting him know he was definitely screwing her brains out. Her pussy was like a vice around him, milking him mercilessly every time he tunneled deeper into her twat. Even her own musk was flooding his snout, the blueberry scent of her mane a welcome undercurrent every time it wafted his way.
And above all else, Vinyl was still cumming. With another seemingly triggered by each thrust, Vinyl’s maresap was close to forming a lake under their hooves, threatening to make Anon slip from his pole-plowing position. Anon was too flooded with adrenaline to lose ground though, bracing his head against the dumpster’s lip as his hips picked up speed.
“Hahhh…. hahhh…. Anooooo…” Vinyl moaned.
Anon was lost for words, too. The orgasm was coming up too fast for him to do anything but chase it. But once again, it was hovering just at the edge, waiting, building. He just needed that little push, that little tap into his most debauched urges to get through this sticky situation.
One of his hooves drifted down from around Vinyl’s barrel to stroke at the bead atop her clit, loving how she tightened around him in response. Her head fell forward adding, bumping lightly against his, and he brought his lips to hers for an aching kiss. His ears perked up to take in the sounds of the crowd clopping off to their rough bucking, drinking it in like cider.
But for all these actions, what drove Anon over the edge was something that he did subconsciously—thrashing so deeply inside Vinyl’s walls that his cockhead finally popped into her womb.
It was like a cork popping from a champagne bottle, with much the same result.
“FUCK, Vinyl~!”
Anon came like a firehose, his fuckbuddy’s womb almost filled to bursting from the first ropes of seed alone. His savage howl rumbled into Vinyl’s mouth, and she wrapped her tongue sound his gratefully, hips shuddering as she joined him in orgasm. Within seconds, her pussy walls burst their banks too, hot cream spluttering from around his finally-stilled fuckstick.
But of course, Anon had one last idea in mind to make the most of this very public show of affection. With effort fast leaking from his overtaxed muscles, he yanked up one of Vinyl’s hind legs, practically pointing her bared pussy toward the crowd. Then he broke the kiss with the musical mare just before un-hilting himself from Vinyl’s center, bit by bit.
The second the last inch of his spurting stallionhood left Vinyl’s pussy, her orgasm did the rest of the work, spraying glittering sap in the faces of several of the onlookers. Vinyl was always a squirt, and now it was to more than just Anon’s benefit, several mares and a few stallions lolling their tongues to catch the glittering juices.
With that, both mating ponies bonelessly collapsed atop one another. Vinyl drifted on of her hooves down to her pussy, collecting some of the mixtures of fuckjuices there before licking it off. More cheers from the lookers-on affirmed the show’s success, and soon the happy perusers left, almost tumbling over themselves to stay inconspicuous in the busy streets.
Anon, after several heavy breaths, pulled himself and Vinyl into the corner of their alleyway. At least now, if somepony looked on this alley, they’d only see a few glittering puddles.
…And the wet trails in the pavement leading to their hiding spot.
Wonderful.
“Wow…” Vinyl's voice was like a rusty hinge how, but she was grinning dreamily regardless. “That was… the best sex… I’ve had.” She winked at Anon, sending another blush up his jade cheeks. “By fuckin’ far.”
Anon didn’t answer, for once. He was still trying to piece together just what had spawned this domineering side of him. Fuck, half the time Vinyl was hauling her ass against him until he blew inside her! Was he really this desperate to please Vinyl that he just… so ruthlessly.
Suddenly, it was all he could do to look at anything but the dents in the dumpster’s walls. “Sorry…” he muttered at long last.
“For what?”
Anon’s heart throbbed shamefully. “For… you know…” His hoof brushed against the riotous mess of locks over Vinyl’s head.
Vinyl, after following his hoof, pursed her lips delightfully. “Don’t be. Fuck, I loved losing my mind to my squirting snatch.” She kissed the inside of that hoof making Anon jump a little. “Feeling like I’d melt into you.” Another kiss, further down the forelimb. “Feeling those lips against my neck.” And a playful nip against Anon’s trembling neck. “Even right down my well-fucked throat.” And then Vinyl shared another smoky kiss with the emerald stallion.
“...Really?” It felt like a stupid question after all they’d done, but Anon still didn’t know what else to say. His heart, far from shrinking in his ribcage, was leaping in bliss now.
“Meant every word, stud. Don’t know what I’d do if I lost sight of you!” Vinyl continued.
Anon froze. Praise, even now, even after he’d lost control so thoroughly? Perhaps it was fine that he was so rough with Vinyl? If she liked it so much?
“Yeah, but what matters is… I’m here now.”
And unlike the past times when he said this, Anon felt a hot spark of confidence and belonging welling up within him. Why wouldn’t it? Life here—at least, right now—didn’t feel like such a big unanswered question now, no matter how the question marks stamped on his flanks tried to imply otherwise.
“Damn right you’re here now.” Vinyl said. “And long as you’re with me, I guarantee ya it’ll be rough riding from here on out.”
“Don’t you mean… smooth sailing?” Faraway as his home away from Equestria was, Anon at least remembered how that phrase went.
“I know what I said.” Again, that alluring wiggle of Vinyl’s eyes.
And again, Anon was too busy battling back the red from his cheeks to shoot back a response.
“Shoot, I know I shoulda asked earlier, but…” Vinyl jabbed at her stomach, swollen from seed at both ends. “Lost my train of thought… eating out. You find out if Upper’s still steamin’ about those tags I left on heir manor?”
Anon took several seconds before realizing his choice of words. “Um, well… I saw Upper Crust run out of the Museum walloping her new assistant with a newspaper yesterday. Mentioned him several times—between new, unsavory uses of the word ‘flocking’.”
“Oooh, love it. Gotta do Fleur’s house tomorrow.” Vinyl slipped a cigarette out and lit it with a firecracker she pulled from her messy mane. “What?” she asked the slack-jawed Anon.
“Didn’t…” Anon swallowed, feeling his dick throb again. It was probably because of the afterglow that this didn’t feel weird. ”Didn’t know you smoked.”
“I don’t, I just like having stuff in my hooves that burn.” Vinyl’s eyes shot to Anon’s burgeoning stallionhood, and she smiled. “And cream-filled delights, too. But what I’m real glad about is that you’re not messin’ with the man—er, mare. Royal Sister.” Her eyes rolled. “You know what I mean. The last thing I want is some bean counter slapping tags on my studly little pony.”
Anon gulped giddily, as Vinyl climbed back on top of his lap.
”Yeah, I would never let them microchip me, shit’s evil for sure.”
'Tavi's Tongue-Tying Tryst
“So if I get her to bomb this post office, you’ll let me cum tonight?”
It was a half-joke from Anon, but nothing—and nopony—answered him. Yet he knew the score regardless. This engagement had commenced too often in too many consecutive Canterlot nights. Past the blindfold he was wearing —and nothing else—he could see hints of moonlight blaring around the wooden posters and sills around this bedroom. Even though the room was deathly silent, he knew the pony incoming would only be heard when she wanted to, as quietly as she wanted to. And most importantly of all, despite Anon knowing he was in for some more sexual escapades this night… he knew the pony giving it to him this time was not Vinyl Scratch.
“Look, I… I just don’t want Vin to get into any trouble she can’t get out of.” Now that part was all-truth. Anon knew not the depths of this other mare’s obsession with Vinyl, despite their many nights of passion. Yet, it clearly drove her every movement, if she could so reliably steal him away from the musical unicorn.
Anon’s ears perked, almost mistaking the echoing noise for a mouse’s squeak. Yep, perfectly paced, yet almost inaudible; whoever this ‘Octavia Melody’ was, she was in the room.
She hadn’t given any orders this time, though. Not like Anon could follow them much anyways; the four bonds keeping him rooted to the floor were strong though cushiony around the hooves. Idly, he wondered how much such luxurious bonds could set a pony back.
Then, an ear-splitting crack rang near his forehoof, and all Anon could think about was doubling over and hoping his suppliance kept her from punishing him.
‘Ah-hem, dick of Anon,’ the green stallion thought. ‘Punishing. The bad thing. Not something you should be throbbing out of your stupid sheath for—!’
“Good.” Also, no voice that stern should be so sensuous, but Octavia defied logic as well as visibility. “At least you haven’t burnt all that energy on your pathetic stunt in that alley.”
Anon, despite himself, looked up definitely at the term ‘pathetic.’ Now that was far from pathetic! He screwed one of the most talented ponies in Equestria in front of all to see! Did that mean nothing to her?
It did, as he could feel a hoof curl around his cock, hard enough to stop the bead of pre at its tip from swelling further.
“By Luna’s crown, you’re getting hard at that thought?” Octavia asked.
Anon didn’t answer, not even when another whip-crack at the ground next to him tried to scare him. Rule number one: you stay silent when I’m touching you. Octavia’s past words thundered hard into his mind, and he obeyed by instinct.
“You think plundering myVinyl’s juicy… puffy…. insides is a notch on your non-existent belt? Hm?” Anon couldn’t even tell if Octavia was complimenting or castigating him. It was so deep, so inquisitive… and yet so titillated. “That this insolent little dick of yours is suddenly worthy of any mare’s private parts?”
Her hoof left, and Anon swore he could feel his shiver of relief shake loose a kink in his back. “I swear, Oct, I didn’t even know you hated that, I—”
“You think this is hate,” Octavia said. It wasn’t a question. “You’re not important enough to hate. You’re a pest. A question nopony asked, in being and in cutie mark.” The hoof stroking up that very cutie mark of Anon’s was betraying possessive thought, and Anon bit his lip trying to keep from pointing that out. “And how anypony can fit that obese, obscenely long shaft of yours in them boggles the mind.”
Anon’s shaking shoulders nearly tumbled his forelegs out from under him. Again, he knew the game—Octavia had shown she could just tease him all night and leave it at that. He wondered if Octavia wasn’t a musician herself; the way her hooves flowed over his coat certainly reminded him of a viola’s strings being strummed.
Then the sharper tap of a rubber lump against his plot made Anon’s sweat start up again. That was definitely a crop pushing against his ass, sliding up and down his cleft, pushing against his hefty cum-sacks.
“Oh ho ho ho…” Octavia purred. “Very plump today. Perhaps the report about your fatigue is inaccurate.”
He was not in the mood to see how many beats Octavia put him through as a ‘tune-up.’
Then he felt a wet, bumpy surface run against his rigid fuckspire. He knew it was Octavia’s tongue, and a moan burbled at the base of his throat—but no further.
“Your filthy cock has no right to taste like that.” Octavia smacked her lips as she drew back from it, once again dry but still achingly hard. “At least your mouth knows how to keep itself under control.”
“Now tell me how Vinyl—”
“D-don’t you already know? You snatched me from her, Celestia knows how you do it so silentl—OW!”
The crack of the crop against Anon’s flank was almost lightning-fast, but the pain seemed to last like an eternity. Especially since his bound hooves couldn’t stroke the skin.
“Really? Violating rule two?” All the tentative interest in Octavia’s voice was gone—it was now somehow colder than the air wafting in from that open window. “Repeat it for me. Now.”
Anon swallowed thickly, hung his head, and complied. “In this room, you are me almighty—”
Another slap of the crop against his other asscheek, and Anon howled helplessly.
“—Invoke. No. Other.” The last three words of that rule dropped from Octavia’s mouth like anvils. “Close your legs, and I triple the whips.”
Anon shot a glare back at Octavia that would probably be more effective if a black band wasn’t over his eyes.
“Oh. Have I incensed you?” Octavia’s voice was daring now. “Do you want to leave? Go ahead, I’m not doing this for your satisfaction. You know the safeword. You know where the key is.”
How Anon was tempted to at that immediate instant. Just to show Octavia that all this waiting and whaling wasn’t something he longed for at all.
“Leave, Anon. Do it.” The soft creak of springs told Anon that Octavia had taken up a perch on her mattress. “Maybe you can see how well you evade the guards when I’m not telling them to take breaks right after slapping you in holding cells.” And another whap ricocheted off his hip, the crop’s strike far lighter than the others but still throbbing lightly.
Anon’s jaw ground incessantly, but no ‘clef-note’ left his lips to make Octavia relinquish her crop. His head vibrated in irritation, but it didn’t lower to the box located between his forehooves. Even with his ass feeling toasty, even with his sanity bending, he did not break.
“That is what I thought.” Again the squeaks of springs sounded, and the flicker of shadow let Anon know that Octavia was circling to his front. The heady scent of her coconut perfume also let him know that Octavia had kept herself in control long before she’d retrieved him.
“Now. Tell me what Vinyl did today. Then count each of the ten hits you take for your impudence. Fumble a number, and I double the limit.” Her lips moved right to Anon’s ear, the sickly-sweet tone she took a complete contrast to the words that spilled forth. “Lie to me even once…”
Anon would not be caught unawares again this night. “... And I take triple the hits.” That was Octavia’s third rule, and he never wanted to see what would become of his poor posterior if he ever broke it.
Octavia only tsked in approval, right before licking a wet trail along the shell of Anon’s ear. At this point, his cock was fully unsheathed, and only a couple of inches from touching the floor. A shuffling of hooves let him know Octavia was ready to punish.
And with bated breath, Anon spilled the beans.
“I-I woke up next to Vinyl today in the s-same party hall we fell asleep in.” Not feeling the prickling pain of Octavia’s crop, Anon went on, cursing how his voice stuttered. “After a quick blow, Vinyl left for a spell. I-I think she popped by Saffron’s to get us some grub, I recognized her pepper flakes on the grilled cheese we a—holy fuck!”
Octavia’s first disciplinary strike was her bare hoof, clapping against his ass as his hindlegs buckled. His hips twisted, desperate to grind his glowering ass against the rug and soothe planes of irritated skin on his flank, but Octavia’s hoof wrapped around his hip and tugged sharply. Anon was back on all fours, and he eventually stabilized himself.
Then he remembered the other part of what he had to do in this confession.
“O… one….” Anon growled. To whatever extent that his dick has softened before, it was concrete-hard now.
“Good boy.” Octavia’s hoof stroked at his sack again, drowning the pain under a slow tide of bliss, then retracted her limb again. “Continue. You ate breakfast, and…”
Anon’s voice came out like cannon fire, hoping he could finish before more hits came down. “And then… we had to leave. Lemon Hearts’ birthday was yesterday, and they only rented the hall till 8 AM. So, I collected Vinyl’s pay, we strolled the streets until I saw a guard and we took to the—AH! Dammit, two!”
Anon swore he could hear Octavia’s smile as she paced behind him. “How cute. First sight of armor and you’re still a mewling little foal. Then what happened?”
”W-we were only roof-jumping for a little while, the theatre was nearby, and we took the chance to slip in—Shit-fuck! Three—And we saw a film, I don’t remember the title—Gah! Fourohfuuck~”
Octavia pulled out two more hits in quick succession, Anon almost driven to his haunches at the barrage. His ass was a sparking red now, and Octavia made no move to soothe his torment.
“Number. Now.”
“Fuckin’...” Anon’s head nudged at the box, stopped, nudged again, and shakily pulled himself to all fours. “Five and s-six.”
“You’re so close,” Octavia said. To orgasm or completion, Anon didn’t know. Arousal and anguish battled to a maddening standstill in his noggin, sweat made his fur stick against him uncomfortably, and his lips were becoming sandpaper. “Ignore the movie. What did you and Vinyl do after?”
“Make a trip to Cinnamon Chai… the pepper of Saffron’s sandwiches was getting to me.” Anon braced for impact. Still, nothing came for good or ill. “A-and we ordered cappuccinos. Vinyl started talking about what place we’d tag today, and—”
“And she didn’t even once ask where you’d vanished to?”
Every time, about the tail end of his confessions, this question was voiced. And again, Anon answered the same, his words as truthful as they were hoarse. “None after I gave that excuse.”
For a while, only Octavia’s breathing punctuated the din in that room. Then… “What does Vinyl hold over you? Besides the sex, what?”
“W-what?”
“Why does Vinyl trust your excuses so fast?” Octavia’s voice had risen to a shout now. “She must be holding out for something else, now tell me what it is!”
“I don’t know what it is!”
“Don’t you lie to me, Anon—”
“I swear, Octavia! She just… really likes doing stuff with me! Enough that she gives me a wide berth.” And then something curious fired up in Anon’s memory, something he pursued without thought of how the mare behind him would take it. “I mean, if you talked to her, I’m sure she’d come around to you just as well—fuckfuckFUCKFUCK—!”
Four hits, and yet each fell upon Anon like a hurricane. Now Anon was definitely on the ground, too stunned by Octavia’s sudden rush of strikes to even safeword his way past more hits.
It wasn’t a problem anyhow, as he soon felt a different heat press flush to his hip; Octavia’s center, the divide between her legs damp and winking as it slid against his skin.
“Fuck you, Anon,” Octavia hissed, her voice uncharacteristically savage and low as she ground her pelvis against his hipbone. “Fuck you for not even sparking an ohm of suspicion from my Octavia. Fuck you for popping into this world just as I was about to leave. This. Life. Behind.” Each word was punctured by a greedy roll of her hooves against his ass, along his fuckspire, down the dip of his spine. “And fuck you for making me wait until Hearth’s Warming to leave this post and fuck the memory of you from my Vinyl’s mind.”
Despite the fear he felt at Octavia’s words, Anon didn’t miss the somber sniffle that slipped from Octavia’s maw after. Apparently, his ears were the best at detecting Royal Guards from five meters away and tissue-light sniffles from dominatrixes alike.
“Octavia…” he breathed, unsure if it’d restart Octavia’s crop-striking cascade again. “Are you…”
Octavia’s weight left Anon at once, and he tensed, that safeword ready on his lips. But no such pain came to force the issue. Instead, he felt two sweat-dribbed hooves close around his head. With a trained, almost nurturing motion, Octavia guided the green stallion’s head to her center.
The second the billowing musk of Octavia filled Anon’s snout, he knew what was coming. Or rather, who; if he played his cards right.
“You still think you’re a stud, you whining foal?” Octavia said. “Then let’s see how your tongue serves yourhandler’s needs.” A tap of her crop along his spine and Anon jerked closer between Octavia’s thighs. “Suck.”
Anon’s tongue obliged. His first swipe along the mare’s folds brought another familiar taste to his mouth, more familiar than Saffron sandwiches and Chai coffee—and far sweeter. The tart taste of Octavia’s twat was like manna for his parched lips, and his ears were getting a treat too, thanks to Octavia’s feather-light pants.
He’d need to be far more daring if he hoped to make this overpowering domme undulate.
So Anon changed tacks. Nipping along the edge of Octavia’s pussy lips, he brought up his snout to flick lightly at her swollen nub. Octavia’s wet clit winked, spreading further around his wet muscle, and he suddenly longed for his forehooves to be free so he could wrap them around Octavia’s hips. He never really knew just how much he relied on his clumsy hooves in situations like this, not until they were bound fast to the floor. And at once, he hated and loved it.
So did his dick, as shown by the patch of pre-cum-burbling against his barrel.
And what luck: Octavia would afford him this one mercy for further closeness, so it seemed. Pushing up the box at Anon’s feet, Octavia opened its lid with her teeth, the tinkle of a falling key following suit. Soon after, Anon heard the sweetest of sounds, a pair of rasping clicks. Over one forehoof, then the other, the strain against his front limbs slackened to nothing.
Anon rolled his hooves and confirmed what had happened—the second cold air washed over his once-bound forehooves, he squealedhappily against Octavia’s folds. The mare hissed in response, her jaw clicking as she brought the tip of her crop against her upper lips.
Then, two green hooves locked around the mare’s hips, and Anon’s tongue took the plunge.
“Anon, by fuck!” Octavia moaned, hips closing snugly against the stallion’s head. “D-deeper!”
Her wish was Anon’s command, his tongue hooking and darting deep inside those velvety walls of the mare. Anon’s tongue was soon bathed in endless waves of sweet juices, the pain he’d undergone now a ghost of a memory. His teeth playfully ground against the clit he was busy plundering, the spongy squishingof her fold sending a liquid thrill through his body.
Octavia’s hips were jutting into his snout, clearly wanting to ride Anon’s face but still possessing a fast-dwindling resistance to it. It wouldn’t take long for orgasm to bowl her over regardless, the tell-tale shudder of Octavia’s walls around Anon’s tongue a testament to his work. Her back arched in preparation, her body tight as a bowstring as her every muscle strained.
And then it was over: the mare’s bliss crescendoing in a flurry of “Fuck me, fuck me hard, fuuuuck!” and lolling tongues and white-hot pleasure spiderwebbing across her vision. Octavia's cum—far more than the small offerings slipped past her pussy walls before—sloshed over Anon’s lips and down his eager gullet. If Vinyl’s climax was known for its force, Octavia was distinct for its taste.
But far too fast, that heavenly fountain was yanked away from Anon’s grateful lips. And the power of Octavia was soon on full display as she pulled Anon up into a harsh kiss, her tongue dominating his mouth instantly. Before Anon knew it, Octavia’s hooves had slacked the bonds around his back legs - but only enough to push him into a sprawl-eagled position on the bed.
“O-Octavia, what in the world’s going—”
The shuddering rasp of another pair of closing cuffs rang out, and Anon’s forehooves were again struggling senselessly against the posters of the bed they were tied to. At least his body was in far softer recess now, the satiny feel of the blankets under his back and sore rump long-awaited. His breath came out in pleasured pants as he ground his ass against the sheets at last, the pain now like tantalizing sparks in the kindling of his lust.
Then, the mattress dipped tellingly, and Anon knew his work this night was far from over.
“If you cum before I do this time…” Anon could feel the sauna-like heat of Octavia’s drooling slit as it spread over his stallionhood’s head. Right before another telltale click brought another familiar—and frightening—pressure wrapping against the base of his erection. “That stays on until daybreak.”
Anon nodded feverishly, unsure of anything but the need to feel her sodden slit slip like a glove around him. Octavia wouldn’t leave him waiting long, bracing her hindlegs over Anon before sinking onto his lap with an ear-ringing plap.
A bestial how echoed over the room, and the fact that Anon couldn’t tell if it was just his voice or Octavia’s only made it hotter. It’s been proven many times in their secret past, but now above all, being deprived of his senses made moments like this as uprising as they were sensual. He could feel the strings of Octavia’s juices oozing over his lap, the warmth and scent sending his nerves into overdrive.
To hell with what he’d thought before! Fucking Octavia was just as amazing as Vinyl.
Both ponies started moving in seconds, Octavia bracing her hooves on her chest as she moved up and down in tune with his thrusts. With the orgasm he’d been denied all night, Anon was suddenly a little grateful for that ring—spewing his load inside this gasping mare would have been far too fast an end to this night. Would that he could be in a thousand deals with this Canterlot handler if they all were as erotic as this one.
It would only be for a little while, though—especially with what he heard next.
“Damn it—fuck yes—that hits the spot,” Octavia hissed, grinding her hips hard against the thick dick spearing through her folds. “Ruin me, you fuck, ruin me—”
Anon certainly tried to, his hips ruthlessly slamming against her as the springs creaked under them. Her pussy was unrelenting, wringing him like a dishtowel as she cursed him and begged him to never stop, all at once. His response was a series of inchoate wails, lust striking more of his vocabulary from his mind by the second. Octavia was a world apart from Vinyl, and not just in her government role; control was indeed everything to this mare.
And she showed how rousing it was with each hop, her cunt working Anon’s cock to perfection.
But despite the lightning storm of lust ravaging Octavia’s body, despite Anon squirming needily in his bonds, it seemed one final thing would be refused during this steamy night. It was starting to scare the green stallion, feeling his dick swell needily around the ring holding back his climax. Octavia’s voice was getting shriller, too shrill for him to be certain that she’d remember to release his seed.
Would this be how today ended? With Octavia so fuck-drunk that Anon went mad with the deprivation?
Almost immediately after that thought left his bliss-baked mind, Octavia moved to his hoof. Despite how the night started, this time Anon had never been more grateful to feel her hooves around his cock.
“You’ve been so good today, pet,” Octavia growled, her voice a whisper. It was almost muted by the sloshingof their sticky hips clapping together. Anon didn’t even know it could get that… gentle. “Do you want to fill my womb n-now? Is that what you’ve been waiting for, Anon?”
Anon could not lie to Octavia, not if he had the strength above his groin, too. He nodded frantically.
“Do you want to try and knock me up, like you did my Vinyl?”
Another nod.
“Do you want to punish me with your seed, for all the times I punished you tonight?”
Once more, Anon silently concurred. It felt like a volcano behind his stimulated shaft, his balls had to be the size of beach balls now, he was going to lose it—
A snip rang out, and suddenly, bliss supercharged his sweaty body in a millisecond. The broken band of leather pooled around Anon’s thighs, and almost before Octavia’s words came down, he howled in wanton lust.
“Well, since you’re so desperate—” Octavia crashed onto his lap in one mighty motion.
Mt. St. Anon erupted at last. His cock blasted rope after river after riptideof burning spunk deep inside Octavia, the lewd feeling making his blindfolded eyes roll in his skull. That pearly goo oozed to around his stallionhood, inside her womb, and around every nook it could find. Eventually, that opening had to be found outside of Octavia’s cunt, spurting out in dollops over Anon’s thighs and flanks.
And just as Anon thought that this was it, the peak of overwhelming bliss, Octavia’s walls became suffocatingly tight around his prick as she came again. The mare’s cunthoney sprayed out in fan-like bursts, pressurized by the dick still jammed up her pussy walls. Anon’s back arched at the feeling, almost as if offering to catch Octavia’s sap as she writhed and shuddered over him.
Alas, the twitch from Octavia’s afterglow gave way to a timber, tumbling bonelessly next to Anon as his fucklog slipped out of her slit. The soft wheeze of the pillows billowing under her form blew cold air over Anon’s sweaty face, a sensation he sighed merrily at. Oh, everything was going to sting like hell tomorrow, but this was definitely worth all the whipping and waiting.
“Hmmm….” Octavia’s breath washed over Anon’s face, her words still striking deep into his soul despite the hoarse tenor behind them. “Perhaps… this assignment of mine may be worth all the times it keeps me from… our Vinyl.”
If Anon wasn’t currently in a positing where his head would not be vertical to the ground, he was sure his jaw would be plowing through it, now. “I… guess I’m happy to help.”
Octavia let out another breathy sigh. When she spoke again, her voice was back in its authoritative tilt. “No. You’re happy to cum. You’re happy to fuck. You’re happy to make me sweat and swear and shatter under your big, bitch-breaking, marefriend-stealing tool.” She licked another trail over his ear. “And this little cat-and-mouse game staying ever in your favor? It depends on how long you keep me happy about that as well.”
Anon gulped, but nodded, understanding just what this moment was being done for. Octavia was raw, passionate, and experienced beyond any non-alicorn he’d met in this town. But it all predicated on maintaining control, slippery as the grip was. And he would not ruin that.
“I understand, Octavia.”
“See that you do during our next meet,” Octavia said. “I would hate for my reports to Luna about your talents to get more… accurate.”
Anon’s mind bristled at the thought of that. Then his ears perked in shock. “Wait, our next—”
“You tried to tag Jet Set’s house tonight. He had several Diamond Dogs guarding it this time, learning from his fiancee’s previous graffiti troubles. You got caught in a gate, and they got some scratches in. Do I need to repeat myself?”
Anon again understood. This was not just for his ears; Vinyl would still need to be kept in the dark about some things, same as him. “Yes.”
“Good.” Octavia’s hoof stroked down his cheek affectionately. “Rest. And if you’re good tomorrow, the blindfold might come off for the first time.”
Anon couldn’t help but jump for joy on the inside, and not just because of Octavia crawling over him, his face right up against her pillowy chest fluff. He wanted to pinch himself, but even if he wasn’t suffering from a severe lack of fingers, this was one thing he never wanted to wake up from. Even as oblivious began its ironic climb upon him from this thought, he knew that no matter where they opened, he would be in no serious harm, thanks to these two special mares known as Vinyl and Octavia.
Anon would be safe.
And thoroughly sated, no matter if he was giving or taking.
