Title:           Citron's Vinyl Scratch Druggie Story
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Tuesday 26th of August 2014 01:43:39 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 26th of August 2014 01:43:39 AM CDT

>Equestria was cool at first. It's a paradise with no plague or war, sans the
 
petty troubles that seemed to accost the ponies of Ponyville in a way that felt
 
it could be summed up succinctly in a thirty-minute television episode.
 
>Yeah, it was cool.. Right up until Celestia broke it down to you that you, a  
 
human, aren't a natural treasure and you don't get a royal stipend just for
 
existing. No, you have to get a job like everyhorse else.
 
>'But Anon, you idiot! There are tons of jobs that a human would find easy,
 
like baking and playing musical instruments! You're evidently not trying hard
 
enough!'
 
>Have you ever stopped and wondered how shit you would look in comparison if a
 
unicorn could play a guitar, a bass and a drum kit all at once without breaking
 
a sweat? How about if an earth pony could, just because a mark on their butt
 
said so? Add in the fact that there's no way in hell you could pull a horse's
 
carry weight all by your lonesome, and employment looks pretty bleak.
 
>You sigh, depression setting in as you place one of the three bits you've
 
earned today on the counter, tapping the service hell. You wonder if the horse
 
puns stop at the name of Dropkick Marefies, but time will tell if the
 
dimensions altered the songs themselves. At least Rarity offered to let you
 
stay with her until you found a place of your own, generous thing she is.
 
>A curtain of beads parts, and through them steps a white unicorn, smoke
 
following her like a miasma. A messy mane hangs around her face like the punk
 
girls back where you came from, and she's got these deep purple shades
 
obscuring her eyes.
 
>You're positively sure she's staring at you and blinking as she stops about
 
halfway through the curtain, her mouth hanging open for a second.
 
>"Dude.. No way!" Her glasses float up, and a pair of violet eyes squint at you
 
while the unicorn who owns them steps forward. They're kind of.. red, too. In
 
that pink eye sort of way.
 
>You wave.
 
>"Oh, sweet, yes-way! Fuck yeah, man." Her swearing, the first you've heard in
 
this place, takes you aback. She slides the glasses right back on her snout,
 
grinning at you as she steps right up to the counter. "What can I do you for?"
 
>You push the record forward, and she glances over it. "Oh, wicked. You ever
 
heard of Flogging Filly? They're supposed to be here for a concert sometime in
 
September." She pulls out some sort of card out from under the counter - a
 
price list for the albums.
 
>"I haven't," You admit. "I'm probably not gonna go to any concerts for a
 
while. No cash to throw around, you know?"
 
>"Oh, weak.." The unicorn frowns, setting the card on the counter before she's
 
staring at you. She frowns a little deeper. ".. You've got a longer face than I
 
do. Buggin' that bad?"
 
>"Yup."
 
>"Think some bud would take away your bug?"
 
>"I'm sorry?"
 
>"Bud. You know - Marejuana."
 
>This is the first bit of good news you've had all day. "Equestria has pot?"
 
>"Nah, dude, I just made it up. Yeah it does, dipshit!" The unicorn laughs,
 
shaking her head and letting that shock of blue mane wave with her. You find
 
yourself laughing, too, while she holds her front legs on the counter. The
 
mare's glasses get surrounded with a blue glow, lowering so she's looking over
 
them at you.
 
>"So.. you wanna rock?"
 
--
 
>"This," The mare who had introduced herself as Vinyl Scratch declares, "Is my
 
baby: The Wubbly Bubbly."
 
>You look at the exhalted glass bong as she levitates it before you, and you
 
take it in your hands with the reverence you would have for the wood Jesus
 
Christ was nailed to. It's high quality, with no chips or imperfections upon
 
it's smooth and delicate form. It's a slate gray with white lines wrapping
 
itself in a diagonal spiral up the piece. On the base, there's this violet
 
musical symbol.
 
>Seeing you examine it, the unicorn hops up on the couch besides you, and sits
 
on her stomach like a dog would. "I got this from my buddy Clay as a birthday
 
present," She explains as her horn glows again, a baggie floating up nice and
 
easy in front of Vinyl's face. "It's my girl's cutie mark."
 
>She prepares it for you, stuffing a wad of green in the bowl of the pipe while
 
you watch, entranced by her telekinesis. "A girl, huh? She cute?"
 
>The unicorn grins at you as her horn glows just a bit brighter. Popping to
 
existence in the open air before it falls to your hand is a little book of
 
matches. "Dude, she's a fuckin' *babe*."
 
>Vinyl turns, raising a hoof and stroking it down her side to her haunch,
 
before lifting it an inch or so away. "With hips out to here, and eyes like an
 
angel.." She gets a dreamy look in her ears, and her voice even gets a little
 
wispy.
 
>You snicker at her. "Dude, you sound gay as hell."
 
>The unicorn pauses as she's lowers the piece, setting it down on a little
 
coffee table in front of the couch.
 
>She then whirls on you, a newspaper bitchslapping you in the face.
 
>"Don't be a dick, be a dude!" Vinyl scolds you, accompanied by three more
 
slaps. They don't even hurt, they're just irritating.
 
>"Okay, okay!"
 
>The newspaper stops about an inch from your face, and you can feel the glare
 
from behind her glasses. "Don't talk shit 'bout me and Tavi,"She warns, waving
 
her makeshift baton ominously.
 
>You put your hands up. "Yeah, I gotcha. Don't talk shit about Miss Scratch's
 
girlfriend."
 
>Her nose wrinkles a little. "Ew. Miss Scratch was my mom," She chastises
 
anyway, setting the paper down and lifting her bong back up. "Vinyl or Vinnie,
 
dude."
 
>A moment in silence passes as she strikes a match, lighting the bowl and
 
pushing the bong into your hands. You oblige and take the first hit, inhaling
 
deeply. When the smoke passes into your lungs, you hold your breath, letting
 
the piece ease away in her magical grasp.
 
>"I'm not even gay," Vinyl pipes up out of nowhere, before she pushes the lip
 
to her own to take her own hit.
 
>Your interest piques, but you let the smoke settle within you for five, ten,
 
fifteen then twenty seconds before expelling it from your lungs with a simple
 
billow rising from your lips. "That right?"
 
>The unicorn nods as she rolls, turning and splaying on her back effortlessly.
 
She doesn't mean to, probably, but her hindlegs are.. well, spread-eagle.
 
>You stare anyway. Smooth and white, like the rest of her. "Yeah," Vinyl
 
explains in between circular plumes of smoke hitting you in the face. " 'Tav
 
doesn't go for it, but sometimes you got that itch, y'know?"
 
>"Can't say I do," You answer dryly.
 
>The unicorn waves her hooves as she goes on her spiel. "Okay, like.. I like
 
mares, right? Cute butts, pretty hair, and their singin'.." You nod when
 
appropriate as Vinyl gets that husky tone in her voice again. "I *love* that
 
shit."
 
>"But?"
 
>One of her hindlegs reach up and poke you in the stomach. "But that's the
 
thing about mares, Anon. They can bite, lick, pull out the whips and chains..
 
But anythin' they can pull out ain't the real deal. 'Tav gives the best kisses
 
I've ever had, but she can't give a poundin' like a colt does." Her back hoof
 
traces down your pelvis, stopping at the crotch of your jeans. A moment of
 
silence passes as she silently pushes that hoof in a circle around and along
 
your junk.
 
>".. Anyway, the most we do is toys. Which isn't *bad*, but.." Vinyl is still
 
staring at the lower half of your body, and you can see a little of her eyes
 
behind her shades as they slip a little.
 
>You barely hesitate before taking that hoof, running your thumb along her
 
sole. You raise an eyebrow at the unicorn as her hidden gaze meets yours. "Ah,"
 
You say. "Sometimes you just want to really feel it, then?"
 
>"Right on, dude." Vinyl cracks into a grin, and you spot her cheeks shading
 
pink as she's still eyeing you.
 
>You take a gamble, and pointedly look up at that full frontal view she has
 
open for you. "You know, Vinnie.. If you ever have that itch, I wouldn't be
 
opposed to-"
 
>The mare abruptly cracks up laughing before you finish, clutching at her
 
belly. "Dude, no!"
 
>You deflate. "Oh, uh," You spaghetti.
 
>"No, no - I mean sure," Vinyl shakes her head as she sits up on her haunches,
 
still having her giggle fit. "Just, just don't faggy with it.. Save that for
 
your marefriend."
 
>You're trying to figure out what the hell she means while Vinyl steps closer,
 
horn lighting up. Just as the whole "possible friends with benefits" outcome
 
clicks in your mind, the unicorn sticks her tongue out in concentration while
 
your zipper slips open, and the white mare begins pulling them off of you with
 
her hooves.
 
>You sit up and push at the waistband of your boxers to help her as Vinnie
 
grins dorkily at you. "Lemme see that hymen cock of yours, Anon."
 
>What.
 
>"Uh.. Do you mean human?"
 
>"Sure." Just as your member frees, stiffening already from oogling Vinyl's
 
privates and the warm buzz from weed both, the unicorn stares at it like she
 
did you when you came into her record store. "Whoa.. Huh. It's like a funky
 
mushroom.. Wicked," Vinnie comments. Her hoof reaches out to push on your
 
balls, making your cock wobble. It's enough to make her snigger, and you smile
 
sheepishly.
 
>She looks up at you, and her glasses slide up to perch on her head.
 
>Now that you see that sultry look in those pretty purple eyes, your member
 
surges to attention. Those eyes look back down at your cock, and your lips part
 
with apprehension as hers do.. Just as she settles her lips around the head.
 
And like that, her eyes are back on yours, just watching your face.
 
>She dips her head slowly, inch by inch. Her lips glide over your member
 
slowly, her soft and damp tongue running along the underside of your shaft as
 
your hands reach her head. Your fingers run through that cobalt and cyan mane,
 
and Vinyl's eyes close while her head dips suddenly. Your breath leaves your
 
throat as her lips meet your base, suckling around your cock as you brush
 
through her mane, tracing around her ear.
 
>"Mnnnnnm.."
 
>You lose track of time after the third time she bobs her head down, and
 
swallows your length like it's some sort of delicate treat. Her tongue swirls
 
around you before she rises up, those purple eyes opening. Her lips leave the
 
head of your cock, but she stays there with her muzzle open. You can feel her
 
warm breaths over your saliva-slickened member as she just.. watches you.
 
>"Anooon.." She croons, smiling. You now feel like you can't see her smile
 
without imagine your dick on her lips like they are now, vibrating up your
 
shaft with every word.
 
>You brush your thumb under her ear. "Yeah, Vinnie?"
 
>"Nyyyyy-"
 
>The mare drawls out, opening her maw.. Just before she shoves her muzzle
 
forward, her lower lip meeting just above your balls as Vinyl deepthroats you
 
in one go like she had before.
 
>"-ommmmmm.."
 
>Instead of the drawn out sucking and lavishing your cock with attention, Vinyl
 
is now opting to facefuck herself with your shaft. She doesn't ask, and you
 
couldn't find the words to stop her if you wanted to - Her welcoming muzzle
 
just pumps to and fro, sucking when she comes down and pushing her tongue at
 
your tip and shaft when she pulls back. You recline, running your fingers down
 
her mane until they rest on the back of her neck as she works.
 
>You don't last long under this kind of attention. Precum drips onto her
 
tongue, and you feel it slurped away almost instantaneously. Vinyl sits up at
 
attention, her eyes on yours again as her hooves push on your thighs, propping
 
herself up in front of you.
 
>Bob, suck.. Bob, suck. One of her hooves slide from your thigh to your nuts,
 
tracing over them gently as you feel pressure building in your loins.
 
>Finally, you can't hold it any more. Your hand pushes down on the back of
 
Vinyl's throat, and her eyes shut for just a second before they peer at you
 
again as orgasm hits you. Splashes of semen unload on her tongue, flooding down
 
the mare's throat.
 
>She only gags for an instant, her eyes narrowing - probably at the taste.. But
 
then, she sucks.. And swallows once, twice, three times. Her tongue swipes
 
around in her maw and along your shaft. She seems determined to get most, if
 
not all of it. You recline in your seat, groaning as her tongue flicks over the
 
head of your cock until finally, she lets go. Cool air washes over your dick as
 
it meets the air.
 
>You feel positively lightheaded as you sit back, watching Vinyl push her cheek
 
against your shaft. The way she's looking at it is.. different, a curiousity
 
you haven't seen since you've met the mare
just a few hours ago. There's some hunger in those eyes that you only get to
 
appreciate for so long before her glasses float over, obscuring her gaze from
 
view.
 
>"Soooo, Anon.." Vinyl smacks her lips, her expression somewhat unreadable as a
 
hoof strokes along your manhood in little circles. ".. Still want a job?"
 
(End, part 2 coming later)