Title:           A new writefag appears to grace us with more djpone dickings
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Sunday 22nd of December 2013 07:58:56 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 22nd of December 2013 07:58:56 PM CDT

>"You... you want me to introduce you to Vinyl?"
 
"Yeah, I see you two talking in between evening and overnight shows, I figured you had to at least know each other."
 
>"But you mean introduce you to set you up on a date."
 
"Well, that was the plan, yes."
 
>"I just, I didn't think you were into that."
 
"Hey now, I can have interests other than classic, right?
 
>"You and Vinyl would certainly the opposite of a 'classic', certainly."
 
"You keep saying that like it's a bad thing."
 
>"What? No! Oh, no no no. Don't ever say that, don't let anybody hear you saying that. I'm one hundred percent on board. It just caught me off guard."
 
"Great, so you'll set me up tonight?"
 
>"Yes, just come by around eleven, follow the scent of the punk foals arriving as the high class are streaming out.
 
"Thanks, Octavia, it means a lot to me."
 
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>"No wonder he ignored all my overtures..."
 
>You came at the appropriate time
>Dressed loose and comfortable you were ready for a long night
>Octavia introduced you to each other
>She spoke well of you, setting you up with Scratch
>You could hardly hear Octavia's voice at all for how hard you focused on your mark
>She was so cute
>Her voice was so strong, yet feminine
>And when she playfully punched your shoulder, it stung
>It was going to be a good night
>And, it was
>You watched her, hypnotized by her bobbing and shouting as the lights danced all over
>Her white coat reflected the UV flawlessly, she glowed like an angel
>Hundreds of stomping and jumping hooves obeyed her every command, yours included
>Swept up in the moment you couldn't have resisted had you wanted to
>The hour grows so late it becomes early
>Celestia raises her sun on the party, her light puts an end to the show
>Over a hundred tired ponies file out and return to their daily lives, young and old alike
>Scratch comes to your side of her own will, a good sign
>She asks if you'd like to take the party home with her
>You've hit the home run
>Talking all the way back to her apartment you two both feel comfortable and intimate
>Walking up the many flights of stairs together you feel an odd sensation, a sort of excitement and acceptance that what was about to happen was going to occur
>Vinyl's place is small and tidy, as all Canterlot mountainside homes are
>The kitchen and parlor are one, the only other areas the bedroom and toilet.
>Scratch points out the latter, and drags you into the former
>She looks you up and down, smiling the whole time like a tiger
>"Top or bottom?" she asks
>You answer in way of taking control
>The kisses lead to the bed
>In each other's forearms some light wrestling occurs
>Even some not so light wrestling, she is so surprisingly strong
>You accidentally kick the heavy blind as you struggle, the ray of unwanted sunlight has you both balk as though you had hangovers
 
>Seizing the opportunity your bury her face in the pillows
>Vinyl laughs, so deep and sultry it charms your snake
>"Lube's on the table, love."
>She must not get too wet, damn shame
>Blindly reaching for it in the artificial dark you hit the pump bottle
>A few thick squirts of the bottle, a few quick stokes of your cock, the heavy oily lube leaving it seemingly frictionless
>She buys the nice stuff, she isn't afraid to spend where it's most important
>You love this girl more and more every moment despite just meeting
>You'll probably even still like her after you nut at this rate
>"Dive in, I'm clean"
>Too aroused to dechypher that comment, you weren't about to assume she was filthy and you don't let it bother you
>Forelimbs at her head you let your spear bob in the air, poking and prodding at her cheeks and taint to tease her
>She groans so low and deep that it makes you want to plunge, her bottom wriggles against you and she nearly backs onto it herself
>She's line you up with her tight little hole, as you lean forward with your lubed up instrument it pops in easily
>Despite how slippery it is inside her it is still so painfully tight, so much tighter than any mare you've been with yet
>You feel her pucker and pulse beneath you, every slow inch you shove inside raises groans and moans from your lover
>Picking up the pace slowly you play her like an instrument, she's very vocal and responds to everything you do
>Together you two play a lover's symphony, in the dark your voices intertwine as you hum the rhythms of passion among the quick and varied rude wet slaps
>You feel her shift, her legs splay slightly and lose all their bounce
>Her shoulder shifts, you feel a steady and frantic vibration as she tends to herself
>She must be stroking her clit, but she does it so roughly the whole bed shakes nearly as much at it did from your own humping
>You can feel her muscles tightening, her whole body contracting, from her insides to her legs and back, all stiff
 
>You nibble at her ear, squeezing your bodies together tightly
>"Can I come inside?"
>Her sultry groan nearly sounds pained
>"Yeah of course"
>Her noncommittal indifference nearly presses you over the edge right there
>Your stokes grow longer, each long and deliberate from head to base
>Each faster, each more frenzied
>The point of no return is flirted with, and finally surpassed
>She reads your body language, she feels your cock aching inside her, about to blow
>Satisfying herself first she sounds out with a sharp gasp of orgasm, a sharp and deathly groan as her entire body shudders for the final time
>Inside the tumultuous contractions of her body you have no choice, you lose the greatest load of cum you have ever produced
>Your orgasm is so strong it nearly hurts, your cock becomes hypersensitive as it gushed thick rope after thick rope inside her, unable to pull out for the crushing pressure
>Barely realizing you've held your breath until you become lightheaded you can hardly let yourself out, Vinyl clamped down on you like a vice
>Slowly you manage to pull it out, her tight hole snapping shut and wasting not a drop of your cum
>Then you collapse, completely spent, panting and sweating in the stuffy dark room
>Your forearm brushes a stick mess as you cuddle Vinyl, but sleepiness fogs your mind and you think of it no further
>Similarly minded, she cuddles you too
>Both wanting nothing more than to fall asleep after cumming the pillow talk is nearly non existent
>A simple 'That was great; you too' and a kiss on the nose
 
 
>You wake up around two in the afternoon
>Mid day heat has the room hot and stuffy, your new girlfriend laid across your chest
>The afternoon sun hits her window directly, the brightness hitting the slats hard and penetrating where they can
>She looks so beautiful with the lines of light gently caressing her
>That beautiful mane, still tossed and tangled from the lovemaking
>That slim and feminine body
>That... chubby black horse cock