Prompt:
I want to ride on Vinyl's back. 
 
Green:
>Be Anon
>Be pretty fugged up
>Some might say you were acting 'inappropriately' at this little shindig.
>'Some' being specifically the parents of this kids birthday party who were trying their best to push you out of their house.
>The nerve of these guys, you stop by uninvited and they have the gall to get mad when you pour yourself a few drinks.
>If they didn't want anyone drinking then they shouldn't have left the booze out down in the basement and locked behind a cupboard.
>Needless to say, they were being poor hosts, which you informed them of.
"Yoouu guyz aree being reeeal jerkz..."
>"Just get out! We don't want you here!" The lady horse says, pushing you to the door.
>"Who are you?!" The penis one yells into your leg.
>Typical
>Not wanting to stay here any longer yourself, you make for the door when something catches your eye in the backyard.
"Aww whaat? Youze got a bouncy castkle? Awesome."
>Turning back around, you head to the opposite door, dragging the couple behind you as they try to stop your drunken advance.
>"Oh my Celestia, Maple, he's almost to the children! Get the guards!
>You feel the weight leave your legs and see the man pony brace himself against the door in front of you.
>"You will NOT go out there! The guards will be here any second, you'd better leave!"
"Youuu can't tell me what to do! You're not me real dad!"
>"Wha-"
>And with that, you grab a hold of the door and fling it open, sending the father with it smashing him into the wall.
"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeers *urp* Uncle Aaanoon! Where's da birthday boy?"
>A picnic table full of foals all turns to look at you, one of them answering back.
>"I'm a girl!"
>"Aww acourse ya are Billy!" You say, staggering over to the table.
>Stopping half way, you notice there's music playing and start doing the monkey.
"Aww yeah, thisz my jam!"
>Looking where the music was coming from, you see a bored white unicorn looking through records. 
"Damn millennialsh, always lookin at their phones. Back in my day... Oh wait pony rides!"
>Making your way over to the poky pony, she notices you as your shadow covers her.
>She gives you an inquisitive look, which you don't answer. Instead throwing a leg over her back and grabbing a hold of her blue mane.
>Being a little too tall, you have to squat down a bit, resting your weight on her back.
>This makes her let out a very strained wheeze and start squirming to try and get away from you, to no avail.
>Bending over, you whisper into the increasingly frantic pony's ear.
"Hey baby, I'm Anon."
>The mare goes rigid for a second before trying her best to buck you off of her.
"Yee haw! Get a lawng little doggy!" You yell, smacking your ride on her flank a few times.
>Your pony becomes more agitated, neighing fearfully and kicking out, knocking over a few speakers and chairs.
>As you're taken near the main picnic table, the foals all scream and stampede out of the way before it's flipped over, sending cake and balloons everywhere.
>Panting, the sweaty mare beneath you stumbles and falls over into the bouncy castle, ripping a hole in it with her horn and sending you into the air pump, smashing it.
>The castle slowly deflates, covering you both in its rubbery confines.
>Not long after, you are dragged out from beneath the castle and put into restraints, two guard ponies holding you up by the armpits.
>"Thank you for calling us ma'am, we'll get this troublemaker out of your mane."
>"No thank /you/, I'm just happy none of my babies got hurt."
>You feel the ground move under you as you're dragged from the backyard and through the house, mostly out of it and a little woozy.
>"Into the chariot Anon, the princess is gonna want a word with you."
>Cracking your eyes open a little more, you try to focus as you are lifted and thrown into the backseat of what must be a pony version of a cruiser.
>Doing your best not to vomit from the movement, you sit up, looking back at the house you came from.
>Watching you was the horse family, the foals looking at you with fear, the mom smug, and the dad nursing a bloody nose.
>As the chariot begins to leave, you take a last look at the music pony, covered in a blanket and staring right at you with a blush on her face.
>Did she just mouth 'call me'?