A new writefag appears to grace us with more djpone dickings

>"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