Chapter II

The DJ

It had been a week since Spitfire's romp in my bar. I was grateful for the fact our mess was easy to clean, though I had still closed the shop for the day. And the thought of having fucked a Wonderbolt, the captain, no less, still had me giddy.

Unfortunately, dwelling in my conquests was bad for business, and just as I had predicted, I was stuck eating dandelion-flavored ramen until business picked up again.

I was just about to shut down for the evening when the door opened, and one of my regulars strolled in. Her signature purple shades covered her eyes, and her signature swagger carried her to the bar. She planted her white rump on a stool and slammed some bits on the counter with her magic.

“The usual,” she said. I slid a bottle of hard lemonade across the counter and went back to washing out glasses. When Vinyl Scratch wants to hear you talk, she'll let you know.

She was halfway through her drink when she finally spoke up. “Helluva night, Liquid,” she said with a sigh.

“You never come and see me when you're happy, do you?” I said, chuckling. “So what happened this time?”

“What do you mean? I'm always happy!”

I rolled my eyes at that. “So the last three times you were here were all flukes?”

“Man, I just got in and you're givin' me shit,” she said, laughing. “So what's up with you?”

“I asked you first,” I said, cracking open my own bottle. “Spill, sister.”

“Just played my biggest set ever.” She drummed her hooves on the bar. “Feeling pretty good.”

“And the famous DJ Pon-3 just happens to hang out in crappy lemonade bars after her 'biggest set ever?'”

Her glasses found their way to the counter. “Yeah, right. You already know why I'm here.”

“Well it sure as hell ain't for the conversation,” I said with a chuckle. “So which witty one-liner do you want to hear this time?”

Vinyl leaned onto the bar, our faces inches apart. “Let's skip the foreplay. I just had a ton of fun tonight, and I need some other fun to wrap things up.”

“Good enough for me,” I said, pressing our lips together. In an instant, her tongue was in my mouth and damn near down my throat. Vinyl never was one for subtlety.

Our lips still locked together, she started climbing onto the counter. Her drink spilled, the bottle rolling to the floor with a crunch of breaking glass.

Not that I cared. Mops were invented for a reason. I broke off of our kiss, trailing along the white unicorn's jawline. Her breath hitched as I nibbled at her neck.

I continued my path downward, pulling her the rest of the way onto the wooden bar. With her hips now up over the edge, I could smell her arousal as her juices dripped from her snatch. I paused at her teats, suckling at one nipple, then the other.

“Oh!” she cried as I tugged on one with my teeth. Her hooves flew to the back of my head, pulling me closer to her and trying to push me down.

I obliged, a little farther than she intended, now kissing my way up her thigh.

“For Luna's sake, stop teasing, asshole!” There was still a playful tone to her voice though, so I repeated the process on her other thigh. By now there was a small pool of her natural lubricants on my counter.

I stopped, level with her pussy, inhaling deeply. Her hooves were still pressing on my head, trying to bury my muzzle in her folds, but I held firm in my teasing.

My tongue poked forth, barely touching her outer lips as I gave a light lick. She bucked her hips forward, and I rewarded her by diving in.

I suppose she moaned. I didn't get to hear it, as her thighs clamped down on my head and covered my ears, but I know Vinyl well enough to know when she's being vocal. I snaked my tongue inside, lapping at her juices. My hooves moved to her flanks, massaging her cutie marks until she released my head.

I pulled my tongue from her love canal, trailing it up over her urethra and settling in on her clit. The little button stood firm, and I latched onto it with my lips, flicking with my tongue.

Vinyl responded with a scream and a gush of fluids as she came. I held onto her waist, supporting her as she shook through her orgasm.

“Oh man, that was awesome,” she said, laying back on the bar. “I knew there was a reason I keep coming back here.”

I rolled my eyes again, climbing up on the bar to stand over her. My cock had slid from its sheath and now stood ready.

“Okay, maybe two reasons,” Vinyl said, reaching up to stroke my erection. “I think I need another drink.”

She leaned up and wrapped her lips around the head of my shaft, giving a hearty suck. Knowing when to take a hint, I relaxed and let my bladder loose. Vinyl swallowed a few mouthfuls before taking her mouth off and directing the stream at her face. She kept her hooves on my member, slowly pointing it down her body, bathing herself in piss.

“Alright, you know the drill by now,” she said with a grin. “Fill me up.”

“You're the boss,” I said, guiding myself to her entrance, still peeing. I stared into her eyes, watching her bite her lip as I slid inside.

“Oh, that's the stuff,” she moaned when our hips met with a wet smack.

“Yeah, you're a filthy little piss whore,” I said, moving in short, shallow thrusts while I spoke. “What would your fans think of the great DJ Pon-3 now?”

She snorted. “Knowing those pervs? They'd jump right in!”

I joined her in a chuckle, pulling out until just the tip remained before slamming back in. Piss flowed out around the base of my cock, running over the wooden surface of the bar before splashing to the floor below.

But I didn't care. The mess was well worth a chance to cut loose, and cut loose I did, thrusting with reckless abandon, pulling almost all the way out and driving in to the hilt every time. And I was still pumping the writhing unicorn with pee the whole time.

I knew it wouldn't take long, and I was getting close myself. I dove in one last time, and her walls clenched to hold me in place as she came. The feeling put me over the edge, and I pulled her into another kiss as I spilled my seed deep inside.

I was at least courteous enough to collapse next to Vinyl rather than on top of her, and we both lay on top of the bar panting for several minutes.

“Oh, I needed that,” she finally said, stretching. “You have no idea how hard it is to scratch that particular itch.”

I smirked. “Yeah, once you go yellow... something something rhymes with yellow.”

Vinyl's hoof was suddenly on my softening member. “Ready for another round?” she asked.

“We should probably take it upstairs,” I said. I was already going to be cleaning for a while before opening, might as well not add to it.

“Fair enough.” She rolled off of the bar, landing nimbly on her hooves and trotting towards the door behind the counter.

My own dismount was much less graceful, as I landed in a heap on the floor shaking stars out of my eyes. I caught a glimpse of the DJ snickering as she disappeared upstairs.

She hadn't turned on any lights, I observed as I made my way into my apartment. Knowing Vinyl, that meant she was planning an– “Oof!” – ambush.

I landed on my back in the hallway leading to my room, and Vinyl's horn glowed, illuminating her face as she grabbed my tail and dragged me into the master bathroom.

“You know, you could have just waited until I was closer before you tackled me,” I muttered dryly.

“Too boring.” Of course it was. Anything Vinyl might have had to say was suddenly irrelevant, though, as her mouth was coaxing my member from its sheath, and blood left my brain in favor of more pleasant locales.

As her tongue slowly worked its way up the shaft, her hoof cradled my balls, then they traded places, her hooves working my cock while she slurped my nuts into her mouth. Soon enough I was hard as a rock, and Vinyl was bent over with her tail pulled aside.

My hooves held her hips as I readied myself at her entrance, but she shook her head before I pressed forward.

“Wrong hole, bucko,” she said with a grin.

Rolling my eyes, I dug in the drawer under the sink for some lube. “Always gotta be difficult.”

Applying a generous squirt, I resumed the position, this time lined up with her tight pucker. I pressed forward, pulling her towards me as I went. “Vinyl, you gotta relax,” I grunted.

“I am relaxed, dickhead,” she countered. “Push harder!”

You're the boss, Vinyl. I gave one more quick thrust, and felt the tip slip in. The white unicorn below me tensed up almost immediately, and I hesitated before going further.

“I'm good,” she panted. “You can keep going.”

Well, the hard part was over, at least. I shifted my hips forward, squeezing a few more inches in as she let out her breath between her teeth.

I was only a third of the way in and she was already breathing hard. “Vinyl, you're out of practice,” I whispered, leaning down next to her ear. I jerked forward, eliciting a cry as another few inches buried themselves in her rump.

“Not... my... fault... you're... so... big,” she gasped. I pulled out a bit and slid forward again, coaxing another moan from her.

“Halfway there,” I announced.

“Sweet merciful Celestia, if feels like you're in my stomach,” Vinyl said. She took a few deep breaths. “Just gimme a second.”

“Hmm... nah.” I pulled out to just the tip, and dove back in as fast as I could without hurting her.

Her scream echoed off the walls and died into a word at the end: “Asshole,” she sputtered.

“Yeah, but that's why you like me so much,” I said, patting her head. “Ready?”

She snorted. “Not like it'll stop you.”

I humored her, easing in slowly this time, but maintaining enough force that I managed to slap our hips together when I bottomed out.

“There you go,” I said. “Was that so hard?”

I got a moan in response. Guess it was time to get moving. I started with short, shallow thrusts, keeping most of my length inside. As Vinyl's moans increased in volume, I pulled further out and thrust in harder.

“See?” she finally said. “Like riding a bike. Little wobbly at first, but I still – ooh – got it.” She bent down so her chest was flat against the bath mat. “Now rut me.”

“You're the boss,” I said with a grin, pulling all the way out. Vinyl looked up at me questioningly just in time for me to slam inside, all the way to the hilt.

I didn't give her a break this time. I thrust in with the entire length each time, my balls slapping against her snatch each time I bottomed out.

The tell-tale tingling of a coming orgasm started in my nuts, and I slowed my thrusting. Vinyl, to her credit, tried to take up the slack, pushing her hips back at me in the hope that I would speed back up.

“Come on, I'm so close,” she whined. I decided to oblige, resuming my breakneck pace.

I grunted with each thrust, pounding the DJ into the floor. Her moans picked up, filling the apartment. Finally, I felt a splash on my balls as she came, and I let myself slip over the edge.

Thick ropes of cum filled her ass, and I let more out with each thrust. After four or five spurts, I was finally spent.

“Wait,” Vinyl said, holding up a hoof when I started to pull out. “Let's just... stay like this for a second.”

“Fine by me,” I said, resting more weight on her back.

After a few minutes, she broke the silence. “This was, uh, pretty tame by your standards.”

“I could always piss in your butt if it'll make you feel better.”

“It might,” she said with a wink.

I sighed and closed my eyes, relaxing against her back.

“Hey, you fallin' asleep on me?” Vinyl asked. “Litera– ooh!”

My stream started as just a trickle, enough to get her attention. I shifted my hips, grinding my semi-hard cock into her as the volume increased.

“That's... different,” she said.

I felt myself growing hard again, my cock sealing against her sphincter. More piss filled her rectum, held in place by the impromptu plug.

“Just say when,” I said, glancing down at her. Her hoof was a blur between her legs, working her clit.

“Keep going,” she gasped.

I grabbed her around the waist and flopped back on my rump, pulling her with me. The landing shoved my cock even deeper into her, and she bit her hoof to keep from shouting.

With a free hoof, I rubbed her belly, now swollen from my anal assault. Vinyl kept spouting profanities while she rubbed herself, and I could feel her nearing another orgasm.

“Keep going,” she repeated, even more breathlessly.

Her gut now looked like she was a few months along on a foal, with more still coming. Speaking of coming, I could feel her abdominal muscles clenching as she finally came.

“Oh, yes!” she cried, tossing her head back. I narrowly avoided having an eye put out by her horn, but I did my best to hold on to her as she shook from her orgasm. Her mare juice drenched my balls and put a decent-sized puddle on the bathroom floor.

She slumped against me as she caught her breath. We sat for a while in near silence, before she spoke up.

“When,” she said, chuckling. I cut off my stream and pushed her to her feet. My dick slipped from her ass with a pop, and she quickly clenched her cheeks to keep her prize inside.

Without a word, she hopped in my shower and cranked the water. “Wanna go again?” she asked with a grin, eying my hard-on.

“You're insatiable, Vinyl,” I muttered, shaking my head. “Sure, why not?”

Author's Note

Here's chapter 2 for you guys.

I need a bit of help moving forward, though. I can't think of many other characters I'd like to use in this series, so if you've got suggestions, that'd be great. I'm probably going to do a chapter with the Milkmare of Trottingham, and Octavia and Lyra are each getting separate stories, so don't get your hopes up to see them here.

Anyways, if not, this one's going on the back burner for a bit, I've got a few other story ideas I want to try outside this fetish.