Vinyl and Neon walked through the front door of Neon’s house, Vinyl rubbing against Neon’s cheek. This was standard procedure for Vinyl, either bringing or going home with some random stallion. She didn’t even need to know anything about him, just the universal truth that he was horny and she was hot. And that’s always been enough.

To say Neon was a little jealous would be an understatement. He had his own desires for mares, but they were almost never members of the audience for him to take home. He’d only gotten three mares in the past, and out of those three, one discovered she was a lesbian that night, he failed to get it up for the second, and the third was Vinyl Scratch. So any chance he could get was something to treasure.

The two of them walked into Neon’s bedroom, where he eagerly jumped onto the bed, anxious to get started. He looked at Vinyl, who was just staring at him from the doorway. She starting grinning wide as his eagerness faded. “Oh, you really want some of this, don’t you?” Vinyl accentuated her taunt by turning her back to Neon and flicking her tail to the side, giving him a perfect view of her glorious ass. Her head popped out from the side of the clear focus with a smug, questioning look.

After a few seconds, Neon realized that Vinyl wouldn’t continue until he answered. Any other time, he would take advantage of the situation by hesitating to answer, drawing out the absolutely perfect view. But his currently sex-focused mind would only let him nod vigorously. His lower horn, admirably staying hidden up until this point, made itself known.

Vinyl noticed. She turned back to face Neon and used her magic to grasp his penis, very slowly moving her magic hold up and down. “Then you’re going to have to promise to tell me something, something that’s apparently so secret that you never mentioned it. And can I expect a truthful answer?”

Neon grunted. “Do you have to be such a tease?” While her magic clop was certainly feeling good, it was too slow to provide an acceptable outlet for his release.

Vinyl smiled, and crawled onto the bed next to him. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She switched her magic to remove her goggles and place them on the nightstand, and continued its previous task with her hoof, barely increasing speed. With physical contact, it was less clop and more simple stroking. “This isn’t the first time that your little friend here has come out to play tonight. He also presented himself during my accident earlier. So, tell me, is there a reason why?”

While she was talking, Vinyl had been moving herself on top of Neon, and was now fully towering above him, their body parts lined up. Neon tried to stammer out an answer, not easy in his state of mind, before Vinyl gently covered his mouth with her hoof. “Don’t worry, I don’t want an answer until we’re finished. You aren’t the only one who’s been wanting this.” She emphasized her words with a quick shake of her flank. “And I don’t want to hold back any longer either.”

Neon smiled wide in the happiest of ways. “Then let’s…,” and was quickly interrupted by Vinyl pressing her lips against his in a sloppy kiss. As they continued the make out session, Vinyl’s back legs lowered, allowing Neon’s genitals to easily slide into her’s.

Once the entrance had been made, Vinyl began thrusting her hips up and down in a fluid motion. After a few passes, she stopped and glared at the stationary Neon. He stuttered out, “Oh! S-sorry!” He copied her actions as she resumed, and they entered perfect harmony.

In the years they had been music partners, they had developed nearly identical minds. It became easy for one to predict what the other would say or do, and they had developed a sort-of language that only the other would understand, comprised mainly of in-jokes and references. Crowds had praised their performances, saying the musicians had achieved a sync rarely seen.

Their harmony wasn’t limited to music, either. It extended to their other activities, including time spent in the bedroom. This was something that both of them knew, which is why Vinyl was caught off-guard when she noticed Neon’s breath increasing and he made a strange sound that only he would do, a combination of a grunt, moan, and sigh. She knew what would follow.

Neon came, filling his partner with gooey release. Having lost all track of time, he looked at the clock on his bedside table, and saw the time through the distortion of Vinyl’s goggles. It had been one minute, a new speed record for him. Not that he would acknowledge this, he was too busy worrying what Vinyl would do. She had told stories before about being unsatisfied when she wasn’t allowed to finish, and Neon looked at her face, waiting for some form of disapproval or disappointment.

Instead, she looked at his sheepish, blushing face, and smiled. Her eyes closed as her head began lightly shaking and holding back a sound. She rolled off of him, dripping some of his excess cum, as she started laughing. Neon sighed as he watched her roll on his not-so-big bed, which inevitably lead to her falling off, a quick shout and a tug on the blanket accompanying her.

She climbed back up, still laughing, now trying to speak between giggles. “I don’t remember you being that fast, Neon! You certainly weren’t the longest or most passionate stallion I’ve been with, but you were at least capable of keeping up with my inexperienced body! What happened?”

Neon growled as Vinyl jumped back up onto the bed and laid next to him. “It’s been a while since I’ve had sex. I got a little too excited.”

“I noticed. You didn’t act like a really horny colt getting laid for the first time before. How long has it been?”

“The last time was…” He paused, trying to remember the last time he had sex. “With you.”

Vinyl moved her head back in shock. “Really, it’s been that long? That was like, 7 months ago!” Neon nodded slowly and disapprovingly. “But, you should have been able to maintain yourself! I know for a fact that you clop, and frequently.” She started giggling again, remembering an incident that she found particularly amusing.

Neon turned to her and shook his head. “Please, don’t bring that up. Besides, you know that it doesn’t compare to actually having another pony.”

“That would also explain your sizeable release there.” She pointed to the mess that they had made on the sheets. “You should probably clean that up.”

He looked at the white stain easily standing out on his dark blanket, and the rest that had stayed around the base of his cock, which had since subsided and grown soft. “You should probably wait for me in the kitchen. I’ll clean myself off and throw the blankets in the wash, and I’ll come meet you. You’ve got quite a story ahead of you.”

Vinyl had been waiting in the kitchen for 5 minutes, and had grabbed a bottle of beer from Neon’s fridge, when he walked in. “Alright, wiped myself off, the washer’s running, it’s storytime.” He noticed what she was drinking and, knowing what he was about to reveal, used his magic to grab his own bottle and start drinking. “You got any questions to start it off?”

“Yeah, I’ve got one. When I completely embarassed myself, when I was vulnerable and crying, what did you do? Not help me, not comfort me, you didn’t even say anything. You just stood on stage, staring. What was up with that?”

“You do realize that every single guy in there was doing the exact same thing as me, right? I was enjoying the show like anypony else. Like we established earlier, I was in a perpetual state of horniness, you can’t blame me for not helping you. Besides, you can’t even claim you needed my support. You got over it just fine knowing you turned every stallion on.”

Vinyl put her hoof on the table and shook it. “It was misery at first, and you enjoyed it more than any other pony. I didn’t see any other stallion in there drooling. I have my suspicions that half the reason for your speed run upstairs was leftover horniness from me wetting myself, and I’d just like to know why that is.”

The two of them stared each other down, until Neon relented and looked away to avoid eye contact. “Alright, I’m sorry, Vinyl. I let my dick get in the way of thinking properly, and put sex before helping my friend. So, do I have to tell you the reason why? I’ve kept it from you for a reason, and I would really like it to stay that way.”

Neon had a pleading look on his face, hoping that Vinyl would let him be. He should have known better. “Of course. Well, to tell the truth, you happened to stumble upon my number one fetish. It’s the arousal in mares desperate to use the bathroom, and not making it.”

Vinyl looked surprised. “I can believe that, but why didn’t you tell me before? The topic of fetishes has come up in our conversations before, and I was completely open about it. And you said yours was short skirts and high socks. Did you lie to me?”

“Not entirely. That’s fetish number two. But it really doesn’t count, every guy has that one. I never told you before because…it’s really embarassing for me, too. I could try to explain why it’s so sexy, but it’s not the sort of thing that you could understand unless you shared it. I couldn’t tell you why seeing you, or any mare for that matter, doing that little potty dance gets me hard, it just does.”

“And every other time I’ve barely made it?”

Neon, still avoiding eye contact, laughed once. “Why do you think I would go in afterwards for 10 minutes once you were done? I had my own needs to take care of.” He sipped his beer again, emptying the bottle.

Vinyl just looked at him, and sighed. “It’s just…I thought that we were so close before. How do I know that you’re not keeping anything else from me? Is there anything else I should know?”

Neon yawned. “It’s late. We’ve both had a long night, and we’ve both had things come out that we didn’t want to. You’re free to sleep on the couch for the night if you don’t feel like going home. Tomorrow, I’ll tell you the last thing about me you’ll want to know.”

He started to walk out, but Vinyl magically grabbed his tail long enough to walk in front of him. “I’m not sleeping on your couch. Do you have any idea how uncomfortable it is for anything other than your rump? So, I’ll be sleeping in your bed tonight, whether you like it or not.”

“It’s a small bed, you realize?”

“I think we can both squeeze in. Besides, wouldn’t it be best for you to stay close to me physically, calm my doubts down?”

Neon shook his head. “I know you’re not that sensitive, Vinyl. But I’ll take your offer without a fight.”

They walked back to his bedroom, where Vinyl leaned in close and whispered, “If you think you can handle a longer song, we can do an encore performance.”

Neon grinned as he held the door open for his lady, turned the rest of the lights off, and locked the door.

Author's Note

Here's a cool expansion! I'm like Blizzard!

So, now it's a romance story. I'd be horribly afraid if I were you.