Vinyl Part 1: Not a Scratch

>You wake up this morning the same way you do every morning.

>To the sound of incredibly loud wubs.

>You are Anon, P0nyville's resident human.

>And you have the misfortune to be neighbors with Vinyl Scratch and Octavia.

>Which means that you have the pleasure of being woken up every morning by Vinyl's 'music'.

>Stupid Vinyl. Stupid, bloody gorgeous Vinyl and her stupid music.

>It annoys you to no end that the only p0ny in town to catch your eye also happens to have such shitty taste in music.

>She knows you like her too, and purposely tortures you for her own sadistic pleasure.

>You sigh and get up, the loud bass next door pounding in your head.

>You shit, shower, and shave before heading downstairs for some cereal.

>Sitting at the kitchen table, you look outside to see Octavia in a housecoat picking up the paper.

>As she does every morning, she has that 'kill me' look on her face.

>Poor thing, must be hard living with the loudest roommate in P0nyville. A knock at the door interrupts your musings, and you groan in annoyance at the second unfortunate fact of your life in this town.

>Opening the door, you see Fluttershy standing there, a giant strap on attached to her.

>"Is pegging your fetish, Anon?"

>You smile.

"Why yes it is Fluttershy."

>She beams a huge smile back at you.

>"R-really?"

"No."

>You scowl irritably and slam the door in her face.

>You've been living in P0nyville for 7 months, and Fluttershy has been doing this to you every day for the past 6 months 3 weeks and 5 days.

>Bitch won't take no for an answer, and there ain't no way you're sticking your dick in crazy, much less a crazy P0NY.

>Somehow, next door, Vinyl has managed to get her music even louder, and you watch as the bass vibrates enough to make your chocolate milk fall off the table.

>That's it, you've had it.

>You've tolerated this bushit for long enough.

>You walk out of your house and head next door, go inside without knocking and make a beeline for the sound system, unplugging it.

>The sudden silence is the most beautiful thing you've ever heard, and Octavia is looking at you like she's going to kiss you.

>You just might, if her roommate wasn't the object of your desire.

>"Hey what gives dude? It was just getting to the best part!"

>Vinyl herself walks into the room, apparently fresh from the shower, her electric blue mane hanging down wetly and her peircing eyes glaring at you.

>Your pants tighten slightly when you look at her.

>Boner.

>What are you doing.

>Boner.

>STAHP.

>Can't help it bro, you want to talk to her, you're doing it with me present.

>You grit your teeth and stare back at the DJ.

"I've lived here seven months Vinyl, and every single morning I have to wake up to whatever monstrosity you play. And you play it so loud i'm not even sure you can hear how bad it is."

>The blue maned unicorn simply scowls at you and shakes her head, spraying water at you.

>Damn, how does she make that look sexy?

>"Oh, and I suppose that YOU, the hairless monkey, would know what good music is?"

>You think about your phone lying over in your house, with a couple thousand songs from earth programmed into it.

"As a matter of fact I do, now if you would kindly quit playing that crap you call music in the morning, i'm pretty sure everyone will be a lot happier."

>The alabaster p0ny walks towards you, and you back against the wall.

>She raises herself up on her hind hooves and plants the front ones on either side of your head.

>Your boner could cut through diamonds as she leans her head in close to yours to whisper.

>This close, you can smell her, she kinda smells like those 'electric blue raspberry' slushies back on earth, sweet, but sour and fruity.

>"i'll stop, but only if you do something for me..."

>Her tongue teases your earlobe and you nearly black out in pleasure, you hear a shower start up and realise you're alone in the room with Vinyl.

"W-w-what do you want me t-to do Vinyl."

>Your voice is shaking, but your boner is as steady as a steel girder as she presses against you and whispers:

>"Anything I tell you to do...."

>She backs off and flashes you a wicked smile as you sink to your knees.

>"Now that we've got that cleared up, the first thing I want you to do is.." She thinks for a second, knowing she has you under her spell. "Lick my hoof..."

>She extends her hoof to your face, and you start to obey.

>Wait a minute, you're pissed off at this bitch, why the fuck would you do what she says?.

>Besides... It's a hoof, you wouldn't like that, it's probably disgusting...

>Vinyl is still holding out her hoof expectantly, but you shake your head and back away.

>She might be sexy, but it's not worth having to be her sla-*smack*

>The bitch smacked you!

>She's staring hard at you.

>Dem fucking eyes, god dammit.

>"That wasn't a suggestion, now lick my hoof Anon."

>You nod submissivly and take her hoof in your hand, before bringing it to your mouth and lightly licking it.

>It's not as bad as you thought it would be, in fact, as you lick her some more, it's actually pretty enjoyable.

>Vinyls eyes half close and she moans a little, which causes every nerve in your body to tingle in pleasure.

>You continue for almost a minute before she suddenly pulls her hoof back, leaving you to fall forward on your face.

>Turning your head to look at her, you can see her smiling in a satisfied way.

>"Good, now that I know you'll listen to me Anon, head on home... But I expect you to come back tomorrow, if you really want me to 'stop playing my music'..."

>You walk out of the house in a daze of horniness and confusion.

>You're not sure what just happened, but you're pretty sure that it went far past just having the music off in the morning.

>This bitch made you her slave.

>And as much as you hate to admit it, you almost WANTED to be her slave.

>Thinking about the object of both your desire and frustration reminds you that Anon jr. Is about to explode, and you run back into your home.

>You jack off furiously, with both anger and lust fueling your hand.

>As you shoot a massive load onto your bedroom floor, you can't help but moan her name.

>She would probably like that, knowing that she turned you on so much that you couldn't even take the time to find some tissues.

>That bitch, that stupid, sexy fucking bitch.

>Just as you start lookin for some tissues to clean up with, you hear a knock at the door.

>You buckle your pants up and head downstairs grumbling.

>Opening the door, you find Sweetie Belle with a cart full of clothes.

>"H-here's the clothes you *pant pant* ordere m-mister Anon *pant pant*."

>Poor Sweetie, Rarity forcing her to deliver clothes like this musn't be fun. You pay her and offer to help bring the cart back, but she declines and goes about her way.

>You head back inside, it's nice and quiet, but there is a rustling from your room upstairs.

>That rustle is echoed by your jimmies.

>Heading back upstairs, you catch Fluttershy mashing her twat while licking up your cum from the floor.

>When she sees you, she let's out a *meep!* and scrambles backwards.

>"Is c-cum play your fetish.. A-anon?"

>You pick Fluttershy up and throw her out into the street.

>Heading back inside, you settle down on your couch to read some Daring Doo, but not before your loving neighbor provides you with some beats to read by.

>You're about to go over and chew her out when you look at your watch and see that it's one in the afternoon.

>Sonofabitch, where did your morning go?

>With a grumble, you decide to go ask Applejack if she needs some help this afternoon, because hard work is better than listening to THAT.

>You grab your old leather jacket and head out the door, humming the song you're listening to on your phone.

 

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End Part 1