Vinyl Part 5: An Itch to Scratch. (Clop)

>In the weeks following the P0nyville music festival, you've become a sort of minor celebrity amongst the populace.

>A lot of p0nies have been asking you to play regular shows, one even offered you a record deal.

>He said you had that hot new sound people are looking to hear.

>You declined them all, mostly because you aren't very social and prefer the solace of your own home.

>You did, however, decide to give guitar lessons to anyone interested.

>Several p0nies have taken you up on the offer, and they come over to your house once a week for lessons.

>The fact that they don't have fingers makes teaching really awkward, but they somehow, to your complete bewilderment, manage to play.

>You think it might me some sort of magic, since the explanation is always magic.

>Vinyl left for a two month tour shortly after the show, so other than the weekly guitar lessons, your life has pretty much returned to normal.

>It's good not to be bossed aroud, but deep down, in a place you'd never admit exists, you feel an emptiness, and you miss Vinyl.

 

>You are woken up from the nap you were having on the couch by a soft knock at the door.

>There's only one p0ny in town who knocks like that, so you take your time getting up.

>When you finally do open the door, what you see shocks you.

>Banana Hush is standing before you wearing a denim jacket, but that's not all.

>Fluttershy has dyed her entire coat black, and her mane and tail a mixture of hot pink and  neon green streaks.

>Her mane is done up in a sky high mohawk.

>She also seems to have peircings everywhere.

>She spins around to show herself off.

>Everywhere.

"A-are punk rockers your fetish Anon?"

>Fluttershy looks at you with hot pink eyes (she had put in contact lenses, apparently.) full of hope.

>You sigh a world weary sigh, and prepare to give the usual rejection speech.

"No Fluttershy, that isn't my fetish, but I can see you put a lot of effort into this one, so good job, but i'm sorry, you're wrong."

>What the fuck was that? You let her down gently? Are you going soft?

>Fluttershy looks crushed, and she sniffles as she starts to take out all the fake piercings.

>"I really... *sniffle* thought that I had found it this time. I w-was so s-sure that now you w-would love me..."

>Fluttershy breaks down in front of you, and collapses on the ground sobbing.

>Your feels were not prepared for this, and you crouch down, rubbing the back of her head gently.

"Fluttershy, I know you think that if you guess my fetish I will love you, but it's not going to happen."

>Fluttershy whimpers pitiously at your words.

"Now, I know from experience that when you aren't being a creepy stalker/rapist, you're probably the nicest, kindest mare I know. You're also one of my best friends here, despite everything."

>Fluttershy has stopped sobbing and is listening intently to your words now, though ou can still see the tears running down the side of your face.

"What i'm trying to say, Fluttershy, is please, give up on the attempts to sleep with me, because you're only hurting yourself."

>Fluttershy wordlessly nods, and you help her off the ground.

"Do you need some help washing out all that dye off?"

>Fluttershy smiles shyly (go figure) and nods.

>You bring her into the house and spend the next two hours washing all the dye off.

>Apparently this morning, you managed to both convince your stalker/rapist to leave you alone, and befriend her.

>Man, you are on a roll these days, you can do no wrong.

>You get the feeling you're going to eat those words sometime soon.

>Later that day, you're standing in front of your empty fridge, sighing.

>Looks like you're going out for food tonight.

>As you head out the door, you run straight into Octavia, who bounces off you and falls to the ground with a *pomf*.

"Oh, shit, sorry Tavi, I didn't see you there."

>She gets up and brushes herself off.

>"It's quite alright Anon, really, I just didn't expect you to be leaving the house. Where are you off to?"

"Well, I don't have any food in my house, so I was going out to grab a bite."

>"Oh, well, as it happens, I was just about to invite you over for dinner. Since Vinyl is away the house has been quiet, and you don't get out much so..."

>You smile at Octavia, and reach out to scratch her ear.

>Fucking awesome neighbor, way better than the one you had back on earth.

"Sure i'll have supper with you, what's cookin?"

>"I was making some spaghetti."

>You pause for a second.

>Spaghetti has always been the herald of awkward moments, and you're pretty sure it's one of the signs of the apocalypse.

>So you avoid eating it when you can.

>But you're hungry, and what's the worse that could happen, really?

"Alright then, let's go have some pasta."

>You head next door with Octavia and have a nice supper of Spaghetti with wine.

>And wine.

>And more wine.

>As it turns out, Octavia enjoys her booze, much like you.

>And even though you're not much of a wine drinker, good conversation and good food have made it much easier to stomach.

>After you finish your third bottle, each, you find yourself sitting on the couch, with Octavia's head in your lap.

>She let her hair down at some point in the evening, and it makes her look much more.. Attractive.

>You've been regaling her with tales of drunken exploits from back on earth, and she seems to find you hilarious.

"So anyway, there I was, standing at the bar, naked except for the banana peel, and the guy says 'well, I guess you've proved me wrong, there is such a thing..'!"

>You both dissolve into a fit of laughter.

>You stop to try and catch your breath for a second, wiping a tear from your eyes, and look down at the p0ny smiling up at you in your lap.

>On impulse, you lean down and kiss her.

>She lets out a shocked gasp, but quickly recovers and returns the kiss.

>You put a hand behind her head and she wraps her hooves around your neck as you tease her lips with your tongue.

>She wraps her own tongue dextrously around yours and teases you by sucking on it.

>You groan in pleasure and your fingers curl up in her hair as you passionately kiss her.

>You lock lips for several minutes, but eventually all those fluids you've been drinking catch up to you and you break the kiss to go to the bathroom.

>Octavia watches you go with a smile on her face.

>You know what that smile means, but now that you aren't making out with her, you are hit woth conflicting feelings.

>You don't know what brought that on, but you do know you enjoyed it.

>On the other hand you're thinking of Vinyl, and based on what she did to Fluttershy on the day she had three heads, you're pretty sure she won't take well to another pony being attracted to you.

>You shake your head to clear out those thoughts, you'll deal with it another time, right now, you gotta piss.

>Unfortunately, you have a massive boner, and it doesn't seem to be going anywhere.

>After several awkward attempts at aiming, you manage to drain your bladder and return to the living room.

>Octavia is lying passed out on the couch, her mane all frazzled and one arm over her eyes.

>She's snoring a little.

>You smile drunkenly at how adorable she looks before grabbing a blanket and placing it over her.

>You then pick up the empty bottles lying around and put them away before heading home, swaying slightly.

>You make it up the stairs, only falling once, and flop into your bed, falling asleep immediately.

 

>The next few days are pleasant, and you find yourself occupied with your lessons and stocking your house with food.

>You also finally take Fluttershy up on her offer and she teaches you how to care for her animals.

>She only sniffs your crotch once the whole time you're with her.

>You're just getting back from the cottage when you notice a familar unicorn with a shock of blue hair sitting on your porch.

>A mixture of anticipation and dread fills you as she takes off her glasses and smiles seductively at you.

>"Put on some good clothes, i'm playing the nightclub here tonight, and you're coming with me."

>You groan internally as you nod at Vinyl.

>You hate nightclubs, they're loud, crowded, and you can't stand the music.

>You glance at The DJ as you walk into the house.

>If you're lucky though, tonight might be pretty fun...

>You shower and shave before putting on some clean clothes and set out for the nightclub with Vinyl.

>You steal glances at your companion every once in a while, but she just ignores you and your journey goes by in silence.

>Eventually you reach the club, and Vinyl ditches you, tellingnyou to do whatever, and that if she wants something, you'll know.

>As you expected, it's loud, crowded, and the music sucks, but it's okay, drinks are cheap.

>You hit the shot glasses hard as Vinyl comes on stage and starts her set.

>Several songs, and many, many shots later, you find the atmosphere tolerable.

>In fact, dancing seems kind of fun.

>You get up on uncertain legs and head out on the dance floor.

>Your shitty dance skills as a human are a major hit with the p0nies.

>Eventually, you end up with none other than Miss Cherilee grinding against your crotch.

>Your image of her as an innocent young teacher is shattered as she smiles drunkenly at you and presses back harder.

>You glance up at Vinyl for a second and see that she's staring straight at you.

>Sha has a hoof under her table and says something to you.

>You can't hear her, but you can read lips well enough to tell what she said.

>"Fuck her."

>Your heart starts to race as you look around at all the ponies, some are drunk, some are strung out on salt, then you look at Cherilee, pressing her ass against you.

>There's no way you can do this without getting caught.

>You look back up at Vinyl and shake your head vehemently, but she scowls at you and mouths it again.

>"Fuck her"

>The combination of Vinyl's orders, and Cherilee rubbing against you have given you a case of woodcock, and he agrees with Vinyl.

<Dude, it's been forever, just do what she says, it's hot.

>What if someone sees? What if she screams rape?

<Who cares if anyone sees, and if you don't take a chance, you'll never know what she'll do.

>Shit, your dick makes a good point.

>Besides, despite your protests, you want to do it, you've missed being told what to do.

>You back up slightly, stealthily unzipping your pants and whipping out your cock.

>When Cherilee backs up again, you move her tail out of the way and grab one of her flanks as you quickly thust yourself inside of her.

>You feel a shock pass through her body, and she doesn't move for several seconds.

>You start to panic.

>You're fucked, she's gonna scream rape and you're gonna be thrown into Molestia's dungeon.

>Several tense moments go by, bit eventually Cherilee turns her head to look at you with half lidded eyes, and she smiles as she resumes her previous grinding.

>You can't believe your luck.

>Not only are you having sex in public, but it's with someone you barely know.

>And she's a naughty teacher.

>After the inital wierdness passes, you manage to work up a rythm of thristing while making it look like you're dancing.

>Cherilee's tight hole clenches and milks your cock as she works her hips in circles against your crotch.

>You glance around nervously every once in a while, but nop0ny seems to suspect anything.

>Even when Cherilee quivers in orgasm no one takes note.

>Probably because the bass from the speakers is making everyone vibrate anyways.

>You pull Cherilee's tail and thrust in hard, causing her to cum again as you look up at Vinyl.

>The DJ seems calm, and even though you can't see her eyes, the hoof under her turntable and the set of her mouth tell you everything.

>You grin at her and start to fuck Cherilee harder as you stare.

>After several minutes, you feel that tingling sensation, and you know you've passed the point of no return.

>Still trying to be subtle, yoy thrust as hard as you can and release your seed deep into Cherilee's womb.

>She presses herself back against you, her inner muscles working to milk every last drop of cum from you.

>When you are finally spent, you stand on shaky knees and quickly extricate yourself from the teacher, zipping up your pants.

>There's a huge wet spot on the crotch of your pants, but you shrug, you can pass it off as spilled booze.

>Cherilee turns around and smiles at you, mouthing 'Wow.'

>You grin at her and wink as you head towards the bar, needing something to calm your nerves.

>Several hours of drinking and regular, non sexual dancing later, you're waiting for Vinyl outside the doors of the nightclub.

>Since you can barely stand, you've propped yourself up against the wall.

>When she does walk out, she spots you, and she smiles.

>It's the same smile as the one she had when you fucked Fluttershy in front of her.

>She walks up to you and sniffs your pants.

>"Not bad dude, I haven't seen something that hot in a long time..."

>She actually complimented you.

>You open your mouth to talk, but she raises a hoof and cuts you off.

>"...BUT, you came in her, and I told you not to do that."

>She presses that same hoof hard against your crotch, and you wince in pain.

>"Next time you waste it on some worthless slut, i'm going to have to punish you."

>She presses harder, and you wince in pain as you nod.

>"Good, i'm glad we agree."

>Vinyl raises herself up on her hind legs, and indicated you should kiss her.

>You do so, it's awesome.

>You feel something small and hard on your tongue, and Vinyl breaks the kiss.

>"Swallow it."

>You have a reasonably good guess as to what Vinyl just placed in your mouth with her tongue. But you swallow anyways.

>Sure enough, several minutes later your friend the hippo shows up. After that, the rest of the night is a blur.

>You wake up sometime the next morning in the orchards of Sweet Apple Acres, with a scared looking Spike in your arms.

"What the hell?"

>Spike looks at you fearfully.

>"Dude, you showed up a few hours ago and picked me up, yelling about how you love grapes,  and you walked around town while licking my head."

>No wonder your tongue hurts so much, you were licking his scales.

"Was Vinyl with me?"

>"No, I think you were looking for her when you showed up here."

>You get up, letting Spike go.

"Why are you so scared bro?"

>"Every time I tried to get away you threatned to feed me to the hippo."

>You look at him, nonplussed.

"You must have been dreaming Spike, there's no hippos in Equestria, the live in Hippopotamea."

>You shake your head in dismay at Spike's silly imagination and set off to find your pants, you gotta figure out what happened last night.

 

>You are now Octavia.

>And you are practicing your cello.

>At least, you would be if you weren't plagued by thoughts of Anon.

>You vividly remember the kiss you shared several nights ago, how safe and warm you felt with him.

>He's always been exceedingly nice to you, despite his indifferent attitude towards most ponies.

>As such, you tried your best to repay his kindness with your own.

>You don't want to admit it to yourself, but you may be falling for Anon.

>Unfortunately, you know there is something going on between him and Vinyl.

>It's not exactly a relationship, but you've seen how possesive Vinyl gets with things she considers hers.

>The day before the music festival Fluttershy came in to ask something about him, and Vinyl flew off the handle at her, yelling at her untill the shy yellow mare left, crying.

>You sigh in frustration as you try to play.

>Vinyl took Anon with her to the club last night when she got back to P0nyville.

>And although your roommate showed up at around 5 in the morning, Anon still isn't home.

>You only know that because Vinyl came into your room looking for him.

>She was completely hammered and she said she lost him in Canterlot.

>You would be lying if you said you weren't worried.

>You grit your teeth and try to focus on the playing.

>You try to think of nothing else but the music and pull the bow across the strings.

>It makes an evil hiss.

>You groan in despair and put your cello away. It seems you won't be practicing today.

>You head into the kitchen to find Vinyl with bags under her eyes, looking like she has the worst headache this side of Equestria.

"So what exactly happened last night?"

>Vinyl glares at you as if you just crashed cymbals on either side of her head.

>"I don't really remember. We closed up at the nightclub, we took some pills, and the rest is a blur. I do remember we were in Canterlot though."

>You give your roommate a condescending look.

"You didn't leave him there did you."

>She shrugs at you.

>"He said he would be fine, and that he had a plan to get back."

>A loud knock from outside startles you and you look out the window to Anon's house next door.

>Two royal guards are waiting on the porch, looking mad.

>One of them has a cutie mark of... Rarity? And the other has.... Well, you hope it's a sword...

>They knock on Anon's door again and Vinyl falls to the floor clutching her head in pain.

>Serves her right.

>You decide to head over to the guards to tell them Anon isn't home, and ask why they're looking for him.

>As you approach the guards, you clear your throat to notify them of your presence.

"Hello sirs, I'm Anon's neighbor, Octavia, he isn't home right now.

>The guards share a look that speaks of more than just a professional relationship before introducing themselves as Disc Ward and Raritan.

"Might I ask, good sirs, why you are looking for Anon?"

>You smile sweetly at them and the one called Raritan smiles back.

>"Why certainly, miss Octavia, Anon is wanted for the plundering of the Royal booty!"

>Oh no.

 

End Part 5