Play that Funky Music, Ms. Scratch

She was sitting down on the edge of her white bed was I opened the door, with the lamp next to the corner away from her as the only light source in the room. She looked up at me as I entered, her tears sliding down her face from those beautiful crimson eyes of hers. Closing the door behind me, I went and sat down next to her, looking at her intently as she tried to wipe away the excess tears.

“What happened?” I asked softly to show that she still held the choice of denying me of any explanation.

She was silent for a few seconds, but I could see that she knew what I was talking about and struggling as if she wondered what she needed to do. Without thinking, I reached for her hand, giving her a gentle squeeze that she had always gave me through the night, and I figured that I should return the gesture, if only to help her.

It seemed to have an effect as she smiled, which I returned, glad to see that there was something salvageable between us.

“I had…” she started, sniffing her nose and getting rid of her tears with her free hand. “I had a coltfriend. We dated in high school and it lasted till our first year of college. We were…so much in love with each other. At least, I’m sure we were.”

I only nodded my head as I waited for her to continue.

“We were both in the school band we both played the saxophone. He was also the lead singer of his band. The Rapscallions they called themselves. We were…quite happy, actually. My parents liked him and were pretty popular couple in school.” She paused as she rubbed her mouth as if what she had said was almost like poison because of how different it was.

“Anyway, um, as we got closer to our high school graduation, he tried to talk me into having sex with him. He had been doing it for a while, but he was getting more persistent the longer we dated. I just told him ‘No.’ I wanted to wait. Then, he says, ‘What, you don’t love me?’”

She shook her head in disgust, her lips pushed together as if to keep herself from screaming out in anger. “I wished that I was a bit smarter about it back than instead of having to know what he meant by it years after the fact. But, whatever, it happened. We did have sex. And, I liked it. I didn’t see any problem with it. We loved each other. Ponies who loved each other, in a romantic sense, have sex, right?” she asked as she looked at me, expecting an answer from me.

“Sure,” I shrugged, figured that it was a fact.

She continued on, knowing that she had my full attention. “We did it, through graduation, summer, and through the first semester. And, that’s where…things changed.”

Again, she paused. “I got pregnant.”

I must had a surprised look on my face because she nodded at me as if she expected my expression.

“He didn’t take the news all that kindly. He accused me of sleeping with other guys, which I constantly denied. Even after we did the fertility test, he believed that it was rigged by me and the school, like there was this conspiracy against him. I figured that he was in shock and that, soon, he would cool down and accept just it like I had.

“But, that doesn’t mean that I was fond of the idea of becoming a mother. We weren’t even engaged, much less talking about marriage. We were like…taking in stride of what life threw at us. I guess we weren’t expecting anything like this. We were just a couple of stupid kids who didn’t know any better.”

“‘It can’t happen me.’ That sort of philosophy,” I said.

“Exactly. But, I quickly adapted to it. He, on the other hoof…”

Her voice turned into a darker tone as she stood quiet, her face in a scowl that told me that it did not get any better.

“I guess the best way of describing his actions was that he panicked. He didn’t like the idea of becoming a father and demanded that I get an abortion. I remember him saying to me that I need to ‘get rid of that thing,’ like it some kind tumor or something. And, it…really pissed me because…I could tell, by the way he looked at me and talked to me, that he believed that it was all my fault for it, that I had set him up. And, I would say to him, ‘Well, how the hell I could get pregnant in the first place?’ And, he would just say ‘Just get rid of it.’”

She went silent, contemplating on whether she should go on, as if that I had the gist of the story and could figure out how it ended, but too many questions lingered in my brain to have me satisfied and she knew it. To help push her forward I asked, “Did you abort your pregnancy?”

She shook her head weakly. “I tried, but I got really cold hooves that I couldn’t get through with it. I don’t know why. I had no problems with it. But, I guess it’s because he always blamed me for it, that he refused to accept any responsibility about it, and that I felt that he was forcing me to do something that only he wanted me to do. Like, he owned my body. And, it really made me so fucking angry that I just put it off longer and longer in defiance against him. And, when I started to signs of it, he got even more pissed off at me. I told him, ‘I am not going to go through with this until you take just as much blame for the whole thing as I do.’ But, he continued to not accept any blame for it, saying that he was in the right the whole time. So, I said, ‘Fine. I’m not getting the abortion. I’m going to have this foal.’”

“Course, I was planning of putting the foal up for adoption after I gave birth, but I didn’t tell him that. I wanted to scare him into accepting that responsibility and I felt that was the best way of doing it.

“But, that just blew up right back into my face.”

With her right hand, she rubbed her stomach as if a shrine had been violated, and I remembered the lines that I had felt while I danced with her. Those lines were scars..

“I never imagined that he would do something like that, to try and kill me and the unborn foal with a fucking knife,” her voice weak as she hung her head as if in shamed. “For a while, I actually blamed myself for it. If I had not antagonized him, if I had gotten that abortion, we may be together right now, maybe starting a family of our own. What’s worst, I blamed the little foal the most, for appearing just like that. Thankfully, I got past that and released that the foul was made because of our carelessness. And, when I finally recognized that it was…my own little pony…it really tore me up. And, the fact that I couldn’t protect her…”

As she brought her hand over eyes to hide her teary eyes, my arm instinctively pulled her close to me and I allowed her to rest her head on my shoulder to comfort her.

She continued to sniff as she let go the last of her tears. “So, what happened after?” I asked to know how the story ended.

“Well, he was sorry about the whole thing, but he always managed to add in the fact that I made him do it because I was going to have the foal without his consent. But, whatever, he said. He thought that since the foal was out of the picture, we could go back being happy together like we always were. Thankfully, I wised up from that whole experience and told him that it was over; that I cannot pretend living in a fairy tale after what he did to me. The only way for him to stop was that I wouldn’t press charges against him. And, I haven’t seen him since.”

She got up from my shoulder, wiping away the last of her tears before looking at me with a sad smile. “Whenever I think too much about it, it really hurts. I mean, I’m very happy with what I have right now. The club, great friends, awesome fans. It’s like I’m having a party every day and night. But, sometimes I wondered…what my life would had been like if one thing had been different during that moment that, pretty much, changed my life.”

I didn’t know what I should say about that whole story. It sounded so unreal to me, yet very familiar, like déjà vu. I didn’t ponder on it any longer or I may have figured it out if Vinyl didn’t turn the conversation onto me.

“You said something about somepony who should have loved you had hurt you?”

I only nodded my head. “Yeah,” I said.

“Was it…your father?”

I looked at her, quiet for a few seconds before I answered. “Once, he did physically hurt me. But, I still blamed myself for it. I still feel like…that I kind of deserved it.”

She waited patiently for my story to help her understand because they did sound contradictory.

“When I was eight years old, there was a project in school where we had to ask a pony about their Cutie Mark Story. We could present it in any way we want. Most of the kids just did a report or presentation. I wanted to do something a little different. I wanted to make a video of it.”

She continued to look with attention, encouraging me to continue on. I started off with a very enthusiastic tone, with a hint of sarcasm. “I remembered that my father had a video recorder and I thought I’ll just use it because it was just laying there down in the basement. After a few test runs, I decided to talk about my dad and to show off his store that he was so proud of, that he and my mother built together. My mom had a family emergency, so she was out of town for a couple of weeks.

“So, first shot, I tried to hold the camera steady to get the name of his store in focus. ‘Ponyville Market.’ Generic, yes, but I didn’t care. I wanted to present this store like it was the greatest thing in Equestria and that my father was proud of it. I was giving my introduction, telling the story about how my dad built the store, and I went inside to shot some more. The employees and customers were waving and smiling at me, and I would ask them a couple of questions of why they like my daddy’s store and they would give enthusiastic answers, saying that his produce were always fresh and that he had good selections, whatever. It was more of a publicity stunt than a school report about Cutie Marks, but I didn’t care. I wanted to show how great the store was and how proud my daddy was of it.

“After I went down each isle, trying to get as much as I can of it, and providing commentary, I went to look for him in his office. There he was, sitting there at his desk, working diligently. I called out ‘Hey, Daddy! Look what I’m doing! It’s for a school project! Can you tell me how you got your Cutie Mark?’”

I paused for a few seconds as I changed my stance from an animated tone to a more repressed stance. “After one look at me, he yelled, ‘What the fuck are doing with that camera? Did I give you permission to use it! Put it down before you break it!’ It scared me so much, just by his tone and look on his face as if I had violated a sacred law that I just dropped the camera onto the floor. I mean, he has been pretty conserved with his expressions towards me, but I had never seen him look at me with so much anger before.

“He got up from his desk and grabbed me by the scruff of my mane and held me up on the tips of my hooves and…he just…screamed at me, yelling and hollering. And, I started to cry because he was pulling my hair as he shook me and, then, he threw me down to the floor and told me to take the camera back where I found it and he returned back to his work like it had never happened. Crying, I carried the recorder back, ignoring the other ponies who were asking me about what had happened.

“When I got home, I realized that the camera was still recording, that it had captured everything that had happened between my father and me. Feeling ashamed, I recorded over it with anything I could record, just so I could erase it as if to wipe away a memory.”

I stopped, almost as if that was the story, but she saw through it as she scooted closer to my body, putting her hand over mine.

“At our presentation, I showed it to my class and it was received well in my class. My teacher loved it, especially the ending where I just recorded my house and backyard. I was so happy when I got an ‘A’ on it. I was even happier…when I got my Cutie Mark.”

Her expression lit up as she looked at me with some eagerness. “You got your Cutie Mark…from making a little movie?”

I nodded my head, smiling at the little happy memory I have of me jumping for joy when I discovered it. “You still want to see it?” I asked her.

She just smiled at me. “Yes, please.”

I got up from the bed and loosen my pants. I held the top at knee high and pulled up the excess of my shirt to reveal my white boxer shorts. She had to suppress her laughter as bit as I tried to gather the courage to pull down the lip of my shorts enough to show her.

“You don’t have to take it off,” she assured me. “Just…”she was in a loss for words as if to keep herself from possibly blurting out the wrong thing.

“I can’t help but feel that this is some sort of practical joke on all us ponies,” I said, which she smiled in agreement. While holding on to the left side of my shorts, I pulled down the revealing side, but enough to show her the picture without anything else that could grab her attention away from my Cutie Mark.

A movie camera sitting on a tripod took much of my hip and side flank, supposedly filming something to the left. I did not look down at her she studied it with some curiosity. It actually made me feel a little better that I was sharing this with her as there were not many ponies who knew about it. Soon, I felt that I show her long enough of what it looked like and dressed myself back and sat down on the bed, where she smiled at me in thanks for sharing it with her.

“Anyway, after I found it, I showed it to my dad when he got home that night, thinking that should impress him and forgive me about using his camera. He only looked at it and said, ‘Okay. So?’ And, I just stood there and he only looked at me as if he needed me to explain to him why that was important. When I couldn’t, he just pushed me aside and went to his room, slamming the door. And, that was when I actually started to hate my father, for not being that father I’ve always wanted that I’ve seen all over Ponyville. And, I began to wonder if he actually loved his store more than me.

“That night, I snuck out of my room and went to find the biggest rock I could find and carried it to the store. And, without hesitation, it hurled it at one of the windows. It didn’t break entirely, it was plexiglass, but it cracked into a million pieces where it looked like a spider’s web. Soon, my anger wore off and I realized what I had done and ran back home as fast as I could and went back to my room, hiding in my bed.”

I paused again to regain my composure because I knew what came up next, and she waited intently as I hung my head down as the sounds of that day echo in my head, sounding almost like it was happening right there in front of me. “What I didn’t know was that there were video cameras set up at store, inside and outside. So, it didn’t take too long for anypony to find out who did it. That morning, he burst through that door and, I swore, he threw me off the bed and onto the floor. When I looked at him, his teeth were clinched, he was forcing air though his nose. But, it was his eyes that terrified me. They were looking at me as if I was shit and that I needed to be dealt with permanently. Not wanting to find out how, I ran out of my room and down the stairs, but he was right behind, trying to stop me.

“But, when I was about halfway down, I tripped and twisted my knee pretty bad and I fell down the rest of the way. When he got to me, I was trying to crawl away, but he was already standing over me, unraveling his belt from his pants and held it in his hands in a loop over his head.

“And, he whipped me. A lot. In the arms, legs, chest. Even got me across the face a few times. I kept yelling at him ‘Daddy, I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please, stop!’ But, he didn’t. It seemed that it only make him want to hit me more, even though I crying. I even dare say that he must have enjoyed it on some level because it felt like he was administrating vengeance than discipline.”

As if it was her turn to comport me, Vinyl pulled me into her arms, where I rested my head on in her aqua mane. I cannot tell what she must be thinking about a father hurting his own child like that, but I’m sure she found some sort of parallel with her ex-boyfriend.

“Did your mother found out about it?” she asked.

“Eventually, yes, when she came home and found the marks and bruises on my body. But, I didn’t tell her anything about it. My father was the one who told her what happened, and told her the exact truth. From me breaking the window to him beating me. She got so angry that she was ready to take me away from Ponyville and live with her relatives. But, he talked her out of it and she made him promise that he will never lay a hand or hoof on my like that again. And, he kept his promise to this day, but it was only for my mother’s sake.”

“How can your mother stay with a stallion who just beat her own foul like that?”

“Because she loves him. It’s simple as that. And, he never beats her, at all. My father worships her. I can testify to that.” I went quiet for a while, knowing that I was confusing Vinyl more and more. “You know, after he finished beating me, he didn’t just left me there on the floor. He…he actually carried me back to my room and bandaged my cuts and my treated my swollen knee. That’s probably the only time that he ever…showed any level of caring for me. At least, that’s what I want to believe.”

“I’m sorry,” she said. “It’s just…”

“Confusing? Welcome to my world,” I tried add humor to help lighten the atmosphere.

“Has he always been trying to keep you from what you want to do?”

“Yeah. Like I said, he wanted me to take over his store, which I’ve…been confused as why he even wanted me to in the first place. I’ve told him ‘No’ several times, but he always says ‘What, you want to make movies? What kind of work is that?’ It’s what my Cutie Mark says! I mean, now you are curious as to what I do with my life, when you’ve ignored me for so damn long? There were times I want to just forget about him and do what I want to because I know he doesn’t give a shit about me so why should I. But, there were other times where I just want to give up everything and do what he wants me to do because it seems that is the only way I could earn that love that I’ve always wanted from him.”

My body was wreaked with confusing emotions as I could feel those awful tears filling up my eyes. I looked away from her in fear of letting them show that I was a weak stallion. Instead, I felt her hands on my face, pushing it gently so that I was looking at her empathic eyes.

“I can’t imagine how hard that must be for you, for you to choose what matters to you the most. You wanted to love your father so much, but you want to do what he doesn’t approve of,” she paused, trying to choose her words carefully. “Do you want to know what I think?” I only nodded my head weakly. “I think you should do what you want to do, not what he wants you to do. You’re right, your father should love and support you, like a good father should. But, he made that decision not to, and you suffered for it. But, despite that, you managed to have some unconditional love for him, and that, to me, makes you a better stallion than he is.

“But, you should not be forced to earn his love. He should love you for what you do best, and it’s what your Cutie Mark says, not for what he wants from you. If he can’t do that, that’s his loss.”

I thought about what she had said and I came to the conclusion that it was the undisputed truth. Even though I still wanted my father to accept me, he does not control my life. It was not me running away from him, but him pushing me away. If he can’t learn to accept it, that’s his choice. It was time that I start making my own decision without any fear of his reprisals.

“Right,” I said to her with vigor. “Fuck him. I’m…I’m going to do what I want to do.”

She nodded her head with approval. “That’s right. Fuck him! Fuck the haters!”

“Fuck them all to Tartarus!” I yelled as we laughed and damned everything with “Fuck this!” and “Fuck that!” It was actually making me feel much better about myself and I was feeling much closer to Vinyl.

“Well, that’s one issue resolved,” I said, chuckling a little. “Now, I just need to figure out what I really want to do with my life.”

“Why not make movies?”

I thought about it and shook my head. “No, I don’t think so.”

“Why not?”

“I haven’t made one since that one time. And, I don’t have a camera.”

“Well, what the hell do you do in that Cinema Studies Class? Don’t you learn how to, you know, make movies?”

“Yeah, but that’s just the half of it. Right now, I’m learning things like film theory and stuff like that. And, I’m kinda like it.”

“Oh, please! You have a fucking camera for a Cutie Mark! That means that you are born to make movies, my friend!”

I only looked at her and I found that she really meant what she was saying, that I could do what she believes what I could do. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“Not guess so, know so! Who knows, I could be talking to the next Haycock!”

“Well, I’m more of a Scorsese fan.”

“That’s cool. And, you would win an Oscar or two. Or, three. Hell, let’s make it twenty!”

“Now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” I warned her, but she would not have any of it.

“Come on, what’s wrong with having a little fantasy?” She pushed her smiling face into mine, trying to get me to join in with her. But, I only smiled at her to let her know that I was getting a little tired. She got the idea and backed off a bit, but there still was that good humor between us and that would have been good enough for me at that point.

“You know,” she said, looking at me with a sultry look, “the offer still stands.”

I knew what she was talking about, but that enthusiasm that I had was being smothered by that nervousness again.

“Thanks, um…but…you sure about this? I mean, I don’t want to do it if you don’t want to.”

“I haven’t had any ever since it happened. That was almost five years ago. And, I want to get back into the game, to know what it was like. And, maybe…” She stopped herself, as if she doesn’t know what she was talking about, but she had a big smile and her longing red eyes were pointing at me. “Maybe start all over again.”

I was feeling flattered that she had picked me for this and it made me feel really excited about it. “I know that just sounded shallow,” she admitted, “but, in all honestly, I really do like you.”

“I really like you, too. But, we’ve only knew each other for the last three…four hours at most,” I reasoned, but I knew that it was futile because that want for her was growing stronger by the second.

Her hand slipped underneath my chin and she guided my head up so that I was looking at her sweet smile. It had an immediate effect on my confidence as I realized that she cared about my feelings and fears, and that she wanted the night to be a good one for both of us.

She leaned in and placed her lips over mine. Our lips caressed, but it was such a jolt that it shocked all those worries and fears dead and I was finding myself becoming enslaved to her once again. I pressed a little harder on her lips to taste her more, but she withdrew a bit and I followed, not wanting her taste to escape me. She lured me like a fish on a hook to the head of the bed, lying down as I climbed on top of her, trapping her underneath as she had planned as our kiss became fiercer.

Our mouths opened and our tongues extended into each other’s mouth and they struggled against each other as they wrestled. My body filled with excitement as we attack each other with our mouth, she was becoming like a tigress as she ran her fingers through my mane, pushing my head down so that she can explore more of me as I wanted to know her mouth as well. My boldness was growing as well as I was becoming a little rough as I trailed from her lips, across her cheek, and to her neck. She let out tiny breathes as I planted my love onto her fur and skin, her smell exciting me further.

Her body shifted under me and we rolled our bodies so that she was straddling me over my stomach. She pushed away from my hungry lips and I looked up at her, wondering if I had done something wrong. She only smiled slyly at me as she balanced herself over me with her hands over my shirt.

“Looks like you’re already getting the hang of it,” she teased me as start to unbutton my shirt. My chest was heaving as I breathed, my senses getting muddled by my increasing excitement as other parts of me started to heat up.

She opened the front of my shirt only to find my white undershirt underneath it. “Getting me to work hard for it, huh?” she joked as she pulled my purple shirt out from my pants. I got my torso up from the bed, furiously working to get it off, but my arms got trapped as I tried to pull the sleeves away. I was ready to rip it to shreds as Vinyl calmed me down with a kiss on the lips.

“Easy, tiger,” she said. My heart was pounding hard as I breathe like a rabid animal. I was becoming wild with ecstasy, but she had the skill to tame it as she gently pushed me down to her bed with her hand over my jumping heart. I wanted her so badly, but I was willing to wait as I found the anticipation painful yet exhilarating.

She grabbed the collar of my shirt and guided my arms out so that they were free and tossed it to the floor. With her sultry smile on her face, her hands snaked their way underneath my white shirt. Her fingers and palms traveled across the landscape of my stomach and chest, gliding over my coat and touching my hot skin underneath. With her arms, she pulled the shirt up so that it scrunched up to expose my body to her. My face was burning hot as I see her judging me, but her smile and eyes told me that she liked what she was seeing. I thank Celestia that I kept exercising after I left the Royal Guards.

Wanting her more access to me, I pulled the shirt over my head and discard it to the floor. She, again, traced her fingers along the outlines of my muscles, her touch teasing me like feathers. My breath became heavier as my chest heaved up upward as I watched her follow along the lines.

“How long are you going to map out my chest?” I asked, sounding more impatient than I wanted to let out.

“What? I was just admiring you nice physique.”

“Well, how about letting me admire yours?”

She smiled coyly at me as she stopped with her tracing and sat right up. “Alright,” she said unhesitantly. She reached behind her and unclasped her tube top. Instead of letting it drop, she continued teasing as she slowly let it fall from her body while still holding on to it. The anticipation was more than enough to make me even harder.

Finally, her breasts were freed and I soaked in the beauty that presented before me. They were petite in their size, but I found them cute as they hung perkily from her chest with her small, pink nipples poking out from them.

“I know they aren’t impressive-” she started, but I stopped her with a finger on her lips.

“No,” I said truthfully. “They’re beautiful.” She smiled at me, happy that I approved of her. “Can I touch them?”

“Do you need to ask?” With her hands, she guided my mine for me to cup them. They felt so full as I messaged them while she encouraged me with her smile as she resumed with her exploration of my chest. “How are you liking it, so far?”

“I…” my mouth was so full of air that I was not sure if I could answer. “I…this must be some kind of dream.”

“Well, don’t wake up. We’re only just getting started.” She leaned down and kissed me on the lips, hungrily tasting me before she trailed her lips down my neck and over my chest. Each kiss she left felt like a lightning bolt, and my body got shocked several times as she moved downward across my chest, and over my stomach, scorching my body with her hot lips.

She reached to the lid of my pants and lay in between my legs, her chin just above the bulge. It pushed up almost by itself, ready to be let out of its cage. With a teasing smile, she rubbed her hand over it, feeling my hardening sex. I felt a little embarrassed, but I was getting exhilarating by her touch and I wanted nothing more than for her to take me in any way she pleased. Finally, she began to unlock the gate, taking her time as she undid the button and pulled down the zipper.

Once they were loosen, she pulled them down until the lip of my pants was aligned with my knees. If my pants were its cage, than my boxers were its leash as it still hid me from her. With her fingers pinching the top, she carefully pulled them down as if not to scare it away. Finally, there were no more restraints. I was in full glory in front of her as my long, thick, and black sex stood tall from me, giving little twitches as she looked at it hungrily.

“My, my, Red Badge,” she continued with her teasing. “You sure look big and juicy.” Her hands, with expertise, gripped me by the shaft, making me let out a weak gasp. She kissed me and trailed her tongue up and down, coating me with her saliva. It felt so warm as she wet me, and her movement as she licked all over paralyzed me with pleasure as I stared at her.

She took her time, but I didn’t mind it all. In fact, I would not have mind if we stayed like that forever. The way she handled and cared for it, it was as if she found had found her most precious treasure.

My mind was in a twister and I felt as if all of the air in the room was leaving as I was pulling in shorter breaths as she worked her mouth over me, kissing its surface, licking down its length while, one with hand, squeezing the base and, the other, cradles my sack, making me dumb with bliss.

Satisfied that she had covered every part of me, she opened her mouth and took me in, sliding down my length. She continued to use her tongue to massage me as she bobbed her head up and down along my sex. The sound of her sucking as she pulled in more of me into her mouth coursed feelings of rapture throughout my body as I lay happily as her prison as she tortured me with euphoria.

I gripped the white sheets as I balled my hands into fists and I lifted my hips up so that she can have as much of me as possible. She took as much as she could into her mouth as her tongue scraped along the sides, her hot breath tingling the muscles as the pleasure flowed across my groin like a ripples in a pond. I breathed as if I could not find any air in the room as she increased her rhythm of her head that brought a deeper feeling as pressure began to mount on top of each other.

Suddenly, she stopped, but I was still inside of her as she wrapped her tongue around. She pulled her mouth out slowly, ending with a pop as she released her hold of me. I was still erect and hard, pointing up at the ceiling as she sat in between my open legs, looking at me with satisfaction, and pulling down my pants and boxer off so that they won’t hinder our play. As she does, her dainty breasts excite me as I want to please her as she had pleased me. As soon as she freed me of my restraints, I got off from the bed and pounced at her.

She gave a loud squeal as we fell back onto the bed with me on top, attacking her face with ravishing kisses as she encouraged me with her contented laughter.

“Looks like I’ve just created a monster,” she teased into my ear.

I moved my lips over hers, and spoke as between our kisses. “You don’t…mind?”

“No…not at all…just don’t be afraid…remember back at the club…just let yourself go…”

I moved down from her face and her neck, trying to copy the way she had done to me. With her hands, she guided my head towards her right breast, and I kissed them with remarkable passion. She let out labored breaths as my mouth took in her standing nipple, sucking it gently which forced louder moans out of her as she ran and patted my mane, which I found it to be her way of telling me that I was doing it right.

I played her with my tongue, swirling the pink knob around inside like a toy and she replied with moan after moan which only grew in volume and frequency as my hand made its way down to her groin area. As I moved my mouth over to her other breast to do the same thing, my hand was exploring her inner thighs, calves, hips, and over the area where she hid her secret from me with her tight leather pants. I wanted to rip them off as they were blocking me access, but I kept concentrating with what I was doing with her breasts as her moans enveloped me with confidence. I was lost in my catharsis being there with her, exploring her, loving her. My fear was dull, nearly nonexistent to me as I only know this wild passion that I was never acquainted with before.

Done with her breasts, my mouth moved down her body, eliciting more moans from her as she arched her torso up from the bed, giving more of herself to me. She pulled my mane as she grabbed them in her fists, pulling it that it hurt enough to distract but I still made it to the lip of her pants were I stopped with my attack. She let go me and lay on the bed, pulling breath after breath between her teeth as I worked on the button on her pants.

“Red Badge,” she pleaded. “Hurry up.”

“J-Just a second,” I said, finally separating the button from its hold and pulled down the zipper. As I pulled them off, she lifted her hips, than her legs off the bed to give me easy access. Once I finally got them off, I tossed them to the side onto the floor and stared with awe at the remarkable beauty that lay before. She looked at me, her eyes pleaded me to not make her wait as her cute breast rise and drop from her heavy breathing. I realized that I had put my own spell on her, and that we were equally enchanted by our lust.

My hands traveled up along her legs through her snow-white coat, feeling the warmth and firmness of her muscles until I traveled up to her hips to where that black strand of her thong wrapped around her above her Cutie Mark. My fingers hooked around the strap and I looked at her for permission. With a smile and a nod, I pulled the last of her defense down her lovely legs and threw them away. Now, she had nothing to hide from me.

My body went rigid as it quivered with anxiety and I could feel myself growing harder as she lay bare. She smiled bashfully, reminding me that this was her first time in a long time, but she looked at me with longing eyes that she had giving me in the night before we came to this moment. Her legs were pressed together, her body shy of me. Smiling down at her, it was my turn to take control.

I held her ankles, which my fingers easily wrapped around, and I carefully pried them away. She was willing as her legs separated easily and they bended at the knee so that she can reveal herself fully to me as they finally spread enough to reveal her secret to me.

Like a moth to a flame, I brought my fingers to her and I caressed the opening. From her, a whole new and veracious sound came out. It sounded based, like I had just unlocked a whole new emotion from her as I stroke her opening. I moved closer, wanting to see this new beauty that I had discovered. I could detect a sweet smell emitting from her and it drew me even closer. All of my cognition was blocked, my brain only set on one mode. I replaced my fingers with my lips and I kissed her graciously.

Her body rocked from my touch, her mouth emitting animalistic sound as I kissed her sex. They switched from low and erotic to soft and shy, switching them back and forth as I loved her with my mouth. I massaged her thighs with my hands, squeezing them firmly as I delved into her with my tongue. Her gates opened and I slipped in like a thief, stealing her sweet taste from within as she continued with her coarse moaning with a mixture of girlish cries as I only scratched the surface of her passion.

I pressed in more into her, wanting to grab everything she held, and continued to fill the room with her exotic sounds. An aching feeling controlled my groin, a longing that only intensified with each new sound she produced. I wanted her, I wanted her so badly that I thought that it would kill me if I didn’t quenched it soon. But, I kept myself in check and I would continue to please her like this until she was ready.

From everywhere she was attacking my senses. My ears with her moans, my nose with her flowery fragrance, my tongue with her exhilarating taste, my hands with her firm and soft body, and my eyes with her brilliant physic. It was more than I can handle and I was losing my control of my urges as they racked my brain, forcing me to do its bidding and I could not hold it any longer. I not only wanted it, but I felt like I needed it.

I left my lips from her sex and moved them up her body, sprinting them up across her stomach and passed between her breasts until they found their way to her lips, hungrily attacking them as I begged her to let me release myself of this torture.

With equal, if not more, need, she grabbed my steel hard and burning sex and guided it over her impatient opening. I started to grind more as I pushed, inch by inch, inside of her and she froze as I forced my way in. She gripped my upper arms like talons of an eagle as she let out a silent scream from her mouth as if she was in pain. I started to get scared that I was hurting her, but she yelled at me to keep going and I obliged until I let everything of myself inside of her warm and moist tunnel.

We froze where we were. I let out jagged breath into her wide opened mouth as her hands turned into vice-grips, her nails digging into my skin. I began to move my hips minutely, feeling the pressure of her inner walls gripping me as hard as her fingers were, as if to keep me from leaving her.

I pulled out a bit of her, and pushed right back in, creating a sensation that I had never experienced that flowed over my body like waves, and I wanted to feel that more. I pulled out again, and pushed back in. With each push, she let out heartfelt moan. The way she looked on her face, her eyes clinched tight, her mouth opened in an “o,” she looked as if she had found the bliss that had eluded her. Our minds were blank of our memories and thoughts, shoved out of the way to make room for this passion that only increased with each shove I made into her.

“…Faster…Faster…” she pleaded and I obliged as I increased my trusting, which only build more pleasure and pressure. The sound of our contact is now audible to us, but it was drowned out by her increasing moans of pleasure.

“…Fuck me…Fuck me harder…harder…”

To meet with her demands, I bounce my hips up and slammed down into her, creating an audible slap as I dived deeper. I maintain the speed that she wanted as best I can and it was tiring me out quicker than I thought, but the need to fill my hunger fueled me.

Sweat poured from my body and spilled onto her, mixing in with the perspiration that was wetting her coat. She was screaming with ecstasy as I was breathing and moaning with exhilaration, trying to push in deeper. As such, pressure was quickly building on top of each other just as fast and it was pushing its way towards my hard sex as I furiously pounded into her.

Hearing her scream for me like that gave me a sense of purpose and I was going to give her the best that I can give to her, to let her know that I care about her, that I want this night to be just as good for her as I wanted it to be as good for me. If we were never to see each other after that, I just wanted to let her know that was one stallion who wanted nothing more than to love her.

I was nearing the end of the line, and it would be any second that I would not be able hold it back. I kissed the middle of her face where her nose is and she pushed her hot breath into my neck, her sounds turning into happy cries as my eyes started to be flooded with my own tears. It was coming to an end, but I did not want the night to end. I wanted to see her again. I want to know everything about her, about her mind, her body, and her soul.

“…Vinyl…I…” I tried to talk to her, but I was running out of air.

“Give it to me! All of it!” she breathlessly screamed.

I went full throttle, rapidly slamming down into her like a jackhammer, adding the sounds of our contact to her loud roars as I breathed tirelessly. The pressure inside of my groin was building and it was growing stronger. It was pushing its way up to my sex, ready to shoot itself off. I held it back as much as I could to increase the sensation that it was causing in me, but it was pushing my attempts out of the way.

I pounded furiously into her and she held on to me, her arms and legs encircling my body like she does not want me to leave her side, that she wants me to stay inside of her forever. Our bodies’ wet with sweat, our scent attacking our noses, we were lost in this forest of ecstasy together and we wanted nothing more than to stay that way. But, sooner or later, we would find our way out of it.

I immediately froze as my whole organ deep inside of her let everything out of me and into her. Her body shook, her cries soft, her breathing hard as she locked me in her arms and legs, keeping me inside so that I would never leave her. For me, it was as if a bomb had exploded and the blast reverberated against every part of my body inside, wrecking everything.

We laid down, our bodies entwined with each other. The tears that were flooding my eyes flowed down my face as I looked at her as she stared at me with breathless wonderment.

“What’s wrong?” she asked. “Why are you crying?”

Trying to catch my breath, I just shrugged my shoulders without an answer ready. “I…I don’t know. I guess…I’m happy. I don’t know why, but…”

With a content smile, she cupped my face into her hands, using her thumbs to dry my tears. She brought my head down and lovingly kissed my forehead.

I looked at her with pleading eyes and asked, “Did I do good?”

Her smile was sweet when she gave her answer. “You did fine.”

Elated, I kissed her lips, which she returned it with equal vigor. With fatigue conquering my weak body, I laid my head below her chin, where she held me as she patted my head. As my eyes closed, I could hear her angelic voice sing, and I believed that I was in heaven.

“Ahhhhh, Love to Love you, Baby/Ahhhhh, Love to Love you, Baby.”

My mind went dark and I did not dream of anything that night my brain was so wreaked with love.