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</div><h3><span class="mw-headline" id=".28CLOP.29_Beat_of_the_Heart_-_Anonpone_x_Vinyl_Scratch.28WIP.29">(CLOP) Beat of the Heart - Anonpone x Vinyl Scratch(WIP)</span><a href="(CLOP)_Beat_of_the_Heart_-_Anonpone_x_Vinyl_Scratch(WIP)#/editor/1" title="Edit section: (CLOP) Beat of the Heart - Anonpone x Vinyl Scratch(WIP)" data-section="1" class="edit-page icon icon-32px icon-edit enabled">Edit</a></h3><div>
<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br />&#160;===================================================================================================================<br />The first two 'paragraphs' here are written by Sour Grapes <span class="br0">&#40;</span> http://pastebin.com/u/SourGrapes <span class="br0">&#41;</span>, a wonderful writefag from a thread about Vinyl Scratch being a trap. He disappeared for a bit after those two and I decided to continue. His pastebin also contains his own version which picked up from the same point.<br />&#160;<br />So, to be clear, Vinyl Scratch is a trap in this.<br />===================================================================================================================<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;T-that i'm n-not really used to anypony treating me like a gentleman.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait a tick.</span><br />&quot;What?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Y-you're the first pony to ever show me true kindness,&quot; Vinyl stammered through rosy cheeks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Is that so hard to believe?&quot;</span><br />&quot;No, no, I mean what was that last bit you said? I thought I heard--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Gentleman. Yeah.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl smiles at you, eyes almost brimming over with tears. It's making her pupils glisten in the light.</span><br />&quot;Uhh...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tries to blink them away, but then her eyes loose focus and she raises a hoof to wipe them clean, her magic raising her shades off her head so they don't fall off.</span><br />&quot;G-g-g-gentleman? As in stallion?&quot;<br />&quot;As in, owning and operating a p--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you know it you're wrapped in a powerful hug, Vinyl resting her head on your shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shudders from your warmth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel something brush against your leg.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You jump with the force of a thousand Pinkie Pies, breaking Vinyl's hold on your neck and shoulders.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;WHOA WHOA WHOA WHAT WAS THAT</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl Scratch, thrown roughly from your chest, stands still, looking at you with wide eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her shock turns to puzzlement, complete with furrowed brow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A-anon? Is everything alright?&quot;</span><br />&quot;You just... And you said... And I...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She leans her head in closer, looking directly into your eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The tears have stopped, mostly, and the magenta irises radiate concern.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stare into her eyes a little longer, before you realize that you're no longer breathing heavily, and that there's a pony in front of you waiting on an answer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sigh. Deep breath. Don't fuck this up, now.</span><br />&quot;Okay, uh, just hold on a sec. Jesus. I, uh, I kinda thought you just said you were... a...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes?</span><br />&quot;Colt. A colt. Err, uh, stallion. I didn't, uh, know...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You thought I was a mare?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's sounding irritated, or mad, or something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her brow hasn't unfurled yet, you're having a hard time reading her face.</span><br />&quot;Well, look, I just, I mean, it looked like, and I thought that you, and just...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl continues staring. Her brow continues creasing angrily above her snout.</span><br />&#160;<br />===================================================================================================================<br />Here starts my own.<br />===================================================================================================================<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And you just thought that because I'm not all muscles I've gotta be a mare. Oh his mane's long and he likes to take care of himself, must be a mare!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her nostrils flare and she stomps her hooves on the ground, letting her voice rise as she continues.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Are you saying that didn't even once think I was a stallion?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She had gone into the stallion's bathroom but... you chalked that up to the low lighting and didn't check to see if she came out and went into the mare's.</span><br />&quot;I just, y'know, I mean... I guess I... didn't think someone as good looking could be a stallion?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Was it the truth? Hell if you know; she was hot as all get-out, though so maybe you really were blinded to the obvious.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even with her baring down on you so furiously, she's gorgeous - her mane tousled about her neck and withers, eyes vibrant without her shades covering them and the slowly loosening snarl from her face settles into something that looks almost like the one from earlier.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm gonna ask you this once and you better not lie to me. Are you jerkin' me around?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grimace suddenly, her words conjuring up an image of her sitting in your lap while your hooves stroke on her...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And here you are, still thinking 'her'.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You even felt that thing a second ago, there's no denying it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But looking at that face, that svelte body, you can't help but see the mare you fell in love with.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The pony you're still in love with.</span><br />&quot;No, I'm not.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your throat feels parched, your head dizzy as the weight of those words presses down on you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just told another stallion that you think he's good looking and you meant it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl's face scrunches up, her eyes scanning over you for any hint of deceit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So... what now?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />===================================================================================================================<br />This is the point at which the two diverge.<br />===================================================================================================================<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;What now?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Is there a 'now' between the two of you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The edges of her eyes still glimmer with as of yet unshed tears.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Over the course of just the last few minutes your entire world has been turned on its head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The mare you'd been mooning over for so long isn't one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon.&quot; Her hoof slips down, taking your own and gripping it tight. &quot;Please.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's those damned eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Try as you might to look at any other part of her but you keep getting caught on them, on the gentle supplication evident in the way they never move from your own.</span><br />&quot;What... What do you want to happen... now?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're shivering, your voice is a hoarse whisper and the only thing keeping you steady is her intense gaze.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl starts leaning in, her voice dropping to something as soft as your own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I just... I want you to tell me it's okay.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A line of wetness runs down one of her cheeks, her hoof squeezing yours again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you can't give her the answer she wants.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not when you're still not convinced.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sure, she still looks like the mare you love but what happens when you feel... it?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just ignore it and pretend you're diddling a different hole?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And what if she- if he wanted to try using it?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What if you're not the only pony who knows about this and others find out and...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you still can't look away from her eyes.</span><br />&quot;I don't know. I don't even know if I want it to be. I want you-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The only warning is her hoof meeting your chest a split second before she follows through, throwing herself against you and knocking you over.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And then she's straddling you with those satin soft lips crashing against your own, her hooves slipping up over your shoulders.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The kiss is rough but passionate, her tongue eager - almost desperate.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tears stream down her cheeks as she snaps her eyes shut, holding you down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't resist.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe it's because of how you let her kiss you that her hooves move from yours around to your back, holding you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's certainly why you slip your own around her; she's still got those gorgeous curves that attracted you in the first place.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But more than that, you feel something pressing down against your stomach.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Something hot and hardening.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're not the only one, it would seem, with Vinyl suddenly breaking the kiss with a gasp.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The taste of her--a lot fresher than you would have thought--remains even after.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's still there, h-... his burgeoning erection, swelling against your body.</span><br />&quot;I, uh... I liked it?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl shuffles against you, moving down to--your surprise and slight horror--rub his member against your own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He sniffs and the smile that dawns on his lips banishes that sinking feeling in your stomach.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, you did.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For a moment he looks almost ready to dive back in but instead pushes off and pulls you up with him, sitting back to meet your gaze evenly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You did enjoy it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rubbing at your lips, you can't quite get the taste of him off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't stop thinking about that stupid dinner you'd gone through to try and impress her, ignoring all your little fuckups despite your best efforts to make an ass of yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't stop thinking of her little smile as she walked out by your side and the little blush that played over her cheeks when she spoke the words that changed it all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't stop thinking about his dick.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's right there, slipping back into its black sheath, though you try to glance at it as subtly as you can.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sight of it makes you shiver.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So... Does that mean you're okay?&quot; You make to respond but he holds up a hoof. &quot;'Cause if you're not, you can go home right now. I was hoping for some fun tonight but if... look, if you're just gonna screw me around for a cheap laugh you can forget it.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;I'm not saying that,&quot; you bark, putting far more strength behind those words than you intended,<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl flinches, drawing his hoof back from you and tight to his chest.</span><br />&quot;I don't know if I can just turn around and fuck you, okay? If this ever happened I always thought it'd be different.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He looks off to one side, drawing your attention to a couple who have stopped to look at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A wave of his hoof sees you following, not quite knowing why you do.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's not like the smooth curve of his buttocks is exactly the same now that you know he's a stallion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Do you like me?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have to move up beside him to hear better.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Those shades are back over his eyes but you can still clearly make out his eyebrows still drawn down in a frown.</span><br />&quot;I said I wasn't-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You said horseapples!&quot; Vinyl curses suddenly, one of his hooves making a splash in a large puddle both of you missed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He leaps to one side, knocking against you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That body is still covered in the same satin soft coat you admire and it still feels as warm as you spent those nights imagining.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't bring yourself to look at him as he continues.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You wouldn't have kissed me back if you didn't feel something.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At this hour, in this quarter of Manehatten there's no one else around.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still, it's hard not to glance about for onlookers or a pony who might hear.</span><br />&quot;Are you seriously saying you don't care that I'm a stallion too?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl laughs bitterly, knocking against you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try to pull away, hell if you're going to let something as simple and stupid as his body break your resolve.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Think I'd have gone through all this if I did.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's the answer you expected but it's not more satisfying upon hearing it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Think I'd bring you here unless I wanted ya?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Here, of course, being one of those new apartment buildings you've seen going up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Those modern ones that had lots of space for the influx of artists and musicians and such.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's no doubt about what 'here' is.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The white unicorn at your side takes a deep breath and moves around to stand opposite you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;'Kay dude, this is your last chance to back out before I start using my hooves on ya if you mess me around.&quot; His horn lights in an off-red aura and a key floats up before you before clicking into the door's lock. &quot;I won't make you do anything, we can just talk if ya want but if ya do want more I'll personally carry you to bed.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is the moment you'd worked yourself up for; all those hours spent primping yourself with your fumbling hooves, practising your corny talk-pieces before discarding them, convincing yourself you wouldn't screw it all up if she even did bring you back to her place or go to yours.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Kind of feels like a waste to just throw it all away because your idol's just a stallion.</span><br />&quot;I'll give it a shot, can't promise more.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl rolls his eyes but still shoots a grin as he turns the key and pushes open the door for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Aren't I supposed to be the one giving you a shot at me?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His lips brush over your backside as he follows you in and you yelp, leaping to the stairs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Amidst his snickering, Vinyl does raise his hooves apologetically at the withering look you give him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sorry, sorry! Couldn't help it!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The grey concrete walls suit your mood as you let him lead you up, careful to watch as he steps by.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even if you're just going to try and figure this--more yourself, really--out there's still that little current of excitement.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl Scratch has invited you into her- er, his home!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Probably has marble floors and a massive pool outside and staffed by pegasi, ready to fetch him fresh rainwater if he wants it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Here we are! Brace yourself!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You do, for some moments as Vinyl mutters a few choice oaths under his breath, fumbling with the key in the lock.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trying to keep your eyes from his rump is something of a chore.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Okay, he's a stallion but that doesn't mean he's not good looking, right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd been admiring that tush before now, that's all you're doing - the same thing you always were.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Aha!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The door creaks open at the press of his hoof revealing... Wires strewn across the wooden floor, pages and pages of music and scribblings dotting the walls, a variety of equipment you're sure is for his work along one side with a couch and set of chairs on the other...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not exactly the palatial penthouse you were expecting.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nice, right?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Replete with waggling eyebrows, Vinyl's exaggerated grin does draw a chuckle from you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Amidst all the chaos, it's clear his equipment is well cared for and is utterly spotless with only a couple of well-placed notes here and there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As he leads you to the couch, you catch a glimpse of the massive, blue bed in the bedroom which is at least devoid of the chaos in this one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take up a seat on one end of the couch, Vinyl nodding before turning towards another doorway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Just gonna fix us up something, got a preference?&quot;</span><br />&quot;White Stallion?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pausing mid-step, Vinyl glances over his shoulder at you with a wide grin.</span><br />&quot;I-I mean White Stalliongradan!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, it's okay dude. You can drink as much as you want from THIS white stallion!&quot; He punctuates that with a shake of his rump and flick of his tail, revealing his genitals.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Raucous laughter follows him as Vinyl trots into the kitchen, leaving you with a face far redder than you'd like.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With nothing else to do to take your mind off your embarrassment, you look about at some of the sheets of paper on the wall.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's a few words discernible on them, mostly song titles by the look of it, while others are copies of advertisements for events in various cities.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Some of the venues are top notch clubs, the kind you'd never be able to afford to get into.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He really is something.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alright, one Sarsaparilla Surprise and one White Stalliongradan!&quot; Vinyl comes trotting back in, levitating two glasses. &quot;And a complementary white stallion.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Snickering as he gets onto the couch next to you, you take your glass and a quick sip to hide your lightening cheeks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's sitting sort of to one side, leaning towards you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At the edge of the couch with the arm of it holding you in, there's nowhere to go but then would you be trying to pull away?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So...&quot; Vinyl taps his glass, still held in his telekinetic grasp. &quot;I'm guessin' we need to talk.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thankfully he didn't mix your drink too strongly and you can keep your focus.</span><br />&quot;Um, I guess so.&quot; You swirl it in your hooves, watching the white liquid swish just below the rim. &quot;Has this... ever happened before?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl takes a sip from his glass, pausing to look you over before responding.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, I've brought one or two guys back here but it was always just a post-performance fuck session.&quot; His hoof on your shoulder halts any objection. &quot;I know what ya mean and no, I guess they either didn't know or didn't care.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sort of cough up a little of your drink, his hoof slipping around you as he leans in.</span><br />&quot;Didn't know? How in Tartarus could they not know!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The smile on his face is warm and it puts you at ease somewhat, like you're chatting with a friend.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Lemme tell ya, dude, when you're face down and ass up with both of you maybe having had a bit much to drink, they don't care what hole it goes into, as long as it goes into one.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The smile widens into a grin as Vinyl takes another drink, leaving you to picture a burly stallion hunched over him, grunting and thrusting.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That rump of his did look perfect for that kind of thing...</span><br />&quot;So does that mean you've never... um... you know?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What?&quot; Vinyl sets his drink to one side, chuckling. &quot;Oh no, dude, no! No, I'm not some kinda fillycolt who just wants to get ploughed!&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A hoof snakes down between his haunches and your eyes follow, until it gently pats his black sheath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You snap your eyes back up, noting his shades are now gone, giving you a clear view of his intense gaze.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;This thing was made for business!&quot; His eyes fall from yours, Vinyl looking off somewhere distant. &quot;Just, you know, it's been a while is all.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Silence creeps in as you both take sips from your respective drinks, the vodka in your own enhancing the pleasant warm feeling in you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Did... you wanna try that?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At any other time you might have expected yourself to do one of those exaggerated spit-takes in those movies but in real life it's never like that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even then, you don't so much as choke on your drink this time before answering.</span><br />&quot;I dunno... maybe?&quot; Okay, now you're feeling a little too loose. &quot;I can't say right now. I mean... you're cute, okay? Like, I can look at you and I know you're a stallion but you still look hot and I don't know how to feel about that.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you look back at him there's a little blush on his cheeks and he's resting his head on a hoof, staring at you.</span><br />&quot;What? Did... Did I fuck up?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No one's ever called me 'cute' before.&quot; He leans in, stage whispering. &quot;Whaddaya think's cute about me?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The drink in your hooves is hard to hold steady and it falls, Vinyl's quick thinking catching it in his magical aura and levitating it to one side.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyes immediately move from that point over to his rump, so perfectly splayed out on the couch.</span><br />&quot;Your butt,&quot; you blurt out suddenly, &quot;uh, I think your butt's cute.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ponyfeathers,&quot; he whispers huskily, setting his own glass to one side, &quot;tell me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I-I... your hips! And... your thighs are nice, okay? I like how you're not all buff but you can still look toned and-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyes reach his face, inches from your own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel dizzy, distant from yourself, like you're watching someone else control your body.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;See? It's not really that different.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl's breath is hot, washing over your face and filling the air around you with his breath that's sweetly alcoholic and sort of minty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One of his hooves slips onto your chest, the gentle stroking of it up and down making you breathe quicker and heavier.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Not unless you want it to be.&quot; He shifts about, moving his face out so you can get a better look at those piercing eyes and the two-tone locks of his mane that've spilled over his face. &quot;We can just be two ponies who really like each other and wanna have some fun together.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Climbing onto your lap, your hooves move of their own accord onto his hips, Vinyl placing his own on yours.</span><br />&quot;I... I want to.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So what's stoppin' ya?&quot; His hind legs rub against yours and the way his coat catches your own makes you shiver. &quot;I'm not gonna make you do anythin' ya don't want to; you want out any time, just say it and we can stop.&quot; He takes one of your hooves, drawing it up to his chest. His heart is beating as fast and strong as your own. &quot;But I don't want you cheatin' yourself outta what could be somethin' amazing.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That parched feeling is back in your throat; it's hard to talk, hard to even really think as you struggle to look everywhere but can only lay your eyes upon his face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your chest feels tight, your heart crying out for something but you don't want to say what it is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Almost as if he can sense it, Vinyl brings his own hoof to your chest and slowly trails it over your body, pausing just at the bottom of your stomach, right at a point that draws all sorts of strange and wonderful feelings from there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You whimper weakly, undulating your hips against his until Vinyl mercifully brings his hoof all the way down, over your sheath and you can only gasp and finally shut your eyes against the sight of him.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's what allows him to lean in without you seeing, to lightly press his lips to yours and teasingly brush them in slow motions until you hungrily dart forward.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just like before, they're just as soft as you always imagined.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl's hips buck, bringing his body in closer to yours and with it his hoof vanishes from between your legs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With your cock peeking from its sheath it's done its work and now his own grinds in against yours, the smooth-flesh-on-smooth-flesh sending bolts of pleasure far more intense than you ever could've dreamed emanating from that part of your body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You squeak into the kiss, Vinyl's hooves gripping your head and your hooves clamp down on his hips, pulling at him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's his cock you feel swelling up in his sheath, his balls pressing down on your own, HIS hooves that scrape on your hind legs as he moans.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is a stallion you're making out with!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's a stallion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And he's Vinyl Scratch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And Celestia be damned if you couldn't care any less right now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His tongue rolls in against your lips and you part them willingly, gladly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The edges of his mane tickle against your nose, making you struggle not to laugh even with Vinyl smiling.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shuffling about, the two of you maneuver yourselves into a position where he's still on top but you're lying lengthways on the couch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Both your hind legs grind and scrape against the leather, his hooves dig into your mane, tugging at your head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His tongue fights for dominance with yours while you feel yourself getting drunk anew on his taste.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still rubbing your bodies tightly together, your arousal is getting harder to deny and the two of you strike up a gentle rhythm of rocking your hips together.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl's eyes flutter shut amidst another moan as his rapidly hardening length strains against your stomach.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you still want more and your treacherous hoof winds into his tail, giving it a sharp tug downwards and drawing an equally sharp cry from him.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You halt, cheeks burning as Vinyl gives you a reproachful look.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Now just what in the hay was that?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What was it?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd seen stallions do it to mares in those dirty mags from your teenage years.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That and you wanted to feel him closer than he already was; you needed it.</span><br />&quot;I-I'm sorry!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The unicorn growls, his lips twisting into a wide grin as he pushes you back down and leans in close.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You better be! Make sure you pull harder next time!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Did... Did he just say-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your thought's cut off by those hot lips meeting yours, his hoof sliding around your back and pulling you tighter to him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now it's your turn to moan and roll your eyes, the wonderful warming pleasure striking up again as your bodies slide against one another.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe it's the mix of alcohol and lust, maybe deep down you really do love stallions or maybe you just love Vinyl but whatever it is, the way his cock grinds against your stomach, drops of his fluid smearing against your coat, drives you wild.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It makes your hoof take on a life of its own and give another, harder tug on his tail; Vinyl doesn't break the kiss this time but still squeals, his lower body shivering and his member leaking a few more drops of that fluid.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not to say your own isn't painfully hard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You angle yourself around, getting it pressed into his and both of you break the kiss, gasping.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That smooth coat gliding against your cock was incredible but feeling his on your own, feeling your medial rings rub together ignites a fire in you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hngh!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still shaking, Vinyl draws his hips up and down thrusts down against you, his cock gliding right against your own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bright Celestia but you're fit to pass out!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you've no time to recover from it as Vinyl hooks his hooves around your hind legs, lifting his haunches again to do the same, your abdomens wetly sliding together and your hips grinding tightly with neither one of you wanting to break this.</span><br />&#160;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you're speeding up, both of you panting hotly as your hips pick up the pace and start a furious grind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give another tug on his tail, holding it down this time and Vinyl squeaks, burying his face into your neck and nipping lightly at your shoulder,</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can only try to stop yourself from making a sound, failing miserably as he draws a quavering whimper from you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And still, you're leaking more than him, the tip of your cock flaring up where his still retains its size.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;C'mon dude,&quot; he whispers breathlessly, &quot;wanna feel you come!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It'd be nice if you could hold out longer, if you could show him you're not some lightweight who'll cream his stomach at the sight of his idol but those words are what do it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With your own cock slick with your mixed fluids, the way all that rubbing does nothing but make you feel things your hoof could never hope to match and the sheer lust behind his words, you can't hold it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You cry out, pulling his tail with one hoof while holding his rump with the other.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It doesn't stop him and his heated body still slipping over your sensitive, swollen cock leaves you unable to make another sound.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Each throb of your member sends another splash of semen against your coats and makes his own movements even easier.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can even pick out the sound of him licking his lips and feel pulling his hind legs tighter around yours.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Each time his own stiffened length rubs against yours, still pulsing, makes you silently beg for him to finish and hope you can make him feel just as good.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A few more wet slaps of his hips meeting yours and he halts, grunting low and holding his body tight to yours, his teeth biting into your shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You keep just as tight a hold on him as his body shakes, tiny gasps escaping him with each aching throb of his cock.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rocking from side to side leaves small shakes of your bodies together, making the white unicorn push himself in tighter and his member spasm with more strength.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It feels... right, in a way, feeling that thick organ against you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Feeling his weight on your body, like another mare wouldn't be lying so heavily.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The fluids spilling between your bodies leak out at the sides and run in thick rivulets between your thighs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Both of you lie panting heavily, struggling tiredly to regain your breath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You want to say something or even just think of something to say to him; thank him, maybe, for this or tell him you love him or something stupid like that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you can't find the strength to do so.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That was more intense than any of the times you'd used your hooves, more passionate than you could've hoped your night with him could've been.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl murmurs something indecipherable, kissing your neck before nuzzling in close.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You murmur something back, just some comforting sounds as you bring your hooves up around his shoulders.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The mess can be cleaned up tomorrow and who knows, maybe he won't even kick you out on your flank.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe you'll be okay with more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Do you want more?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyes scan lazily over his mane and body, you can't ignore his warm breath on your coat and how it makes you shiver even now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You want more of him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once you've rested.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once you're able to tear your mind away from how comfortingly warm he is on your body.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The smell is the first thing that hits you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smell like sex and maleness, sweat and slightly of alcohol.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Groaning quietly, you turn over and cast your mind back on the previous night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can remember meeting someone... Vinyl Scratch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hit it off after her set, got talking, took her out to dinner, took her back home and...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With another groan, you push yourself up and look down - your stomach and part of your chest is matted, something looking and smelling like nothing that should have come from a mare covering you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Memory returns in an instant, your mind immediately turning to an image of Vinyl's face scrunched up in some vision of pleasure as... he grinds his hips against your own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hadn't even thought about it, just one drink, one kiss and you were on your back, going at him like you'd never seen another guy before.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then again you don't recall ever seeing one like him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A smile tugs at your lips - cute, you called him and he liked it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you meant it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You told another stallion he was cute and you meant it so much you wound up kissing him and then having sex with him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As much as... whatever it was you did could be considered.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In the light of the morning's sun, the apartment looks more spacious and the glint of the light on two empty glasses draws your attention.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If he had put something in it, surely you'd feel worse, you wouldn't remember anything and you wouldn't be waking up on his couch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So just what happened?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Some time to sit there, consider it all and try to come to some sort of conclusion would have been nice but your mind goes blank at the sound of hooves clopping from a nearby room followed by loud humming.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Life, life... Hey!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl's face lights up as he steps into the living room, a thick red towel across his withers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'd say somepony slept like a foal but after that performance, mmm, I'm not surprised ya did.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The white stallion trots over to you, never noticing the blank expression on your face before he ducks in to give you a quick kiss.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He smells like cheap bodywash and mint.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You like waffles? Sure ya do!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia, he's cute.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or maybe it's just the sight of his bouncing rump and swaying tail that leaves you thinking that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Shower up if ya want, I'm not gonna rush anything this morning.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe it's just because he's calling it out so loudly from the kitchen but his voice sounds a little different from last night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sort of stumble onto your hooves, caught between peering into the kitchen after him and gawking at his bedroom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It smells like him, you realise as you enter, that smell of a DJ whose been doing sets way too long mixed with a pony who magically keeps himself fresh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you know it, you're over at his bed, running your hooves over the cover.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's a lot softer than you would've imagined from a pony like him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And just as you saw from your brief glimpse last night, it's tidy - there's a few photos along a drawer, a notebook on a locker by the bed and a large closet to one end of the room but otherwise it's not that remarkable apart from the bed taking up so much space.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Plus the steam still rolling out from the open en-suite doorway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's got that same smell that followed him and you follow it in, giving yourself a once over in the steamed up mirror.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your mane's a mess, you can clearly see something glistening on your chest and your eyes look as heavy as they feel.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But there's a smile on your lips, even as you look all of that over.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You should be smiling, right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl Scratch brought you back to her-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The smile falters slightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;-his apartment and showed you a night of fun like you've never had before...</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was all so simple.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You step into the shower cubicle and pull the door shut.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hot water streams from the shower head with a twist from a knob and you thrust your head under it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You like mares.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;you love them!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You fell in love with Vinyl because she's a mare!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not because deep down he's really sweet, he's fun, his creative streak leaves him a little... eccentric but that's why you can't take your mind off him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's why you fell in love with him; why you didn't want to be just another groupie or sexual conquest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The water rolls down your back as you work a lather into your mane.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Makes you shiver like it's his hoof, slowly stroking along it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Would it be better or worse to be 'just' another sexual conquest for Vinyl the mare or Vinyl the stallion?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It wouldn't sound quite so definitive if you could chalk it up to being a crush, all hinged on one little thing - she was a cute mare.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But last night... That was passion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It didn't matter in the moment that he was a stallion; he was still Vinyl Scratch and you had to have him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Had to!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Because he said it wasn't that different.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It felt better.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, dude! Anon!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pulled from your reverie by Vinyl tapping at the shower's cubicle, you stumble, only now realising that you've long since rinsed yourself off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Take it easy! Just wanna let you know breakfast is ready.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He pauses briefly, leaning up against the glass and giving you a wide grin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Or do you wanna eat in there?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You dive at the cubicle's door, reaching out to grab him to... do something but he darts off, laughing loudly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Leaving you to look after him as water drips from your soaked body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sighing heavily, you turn the shower off and step out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're still no closer to resolving all this.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's not that kind of guy, though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sure, he likes to party but he could easily have just did what he wanted to you last night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But instead he took the time to make you feel comfortable.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Without a night of dinner and talk to fuel any desires, you're left to just consider it all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The towels have that slight whiff of his scent and maybe you linger just a little longer than necessary when drying your head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl's bedclothes look mussed in one spot, everything else is just as it was.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's still all the posters and notes in the living room, wires criss-crossing and equipment filling every corner.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And the couch, where the two of you spent the night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pass your eyes over it before moving on to the kitchen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl's already seated at the table, chowing down on his plate of waffles and what looks like a croissant.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His cheeks are all bulged out, that two-tone blue mane of his hanging unstyled around his neck and withers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It makes you pause in the doorway and just... watch him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's a tiny smile on his lips and his eyes have a light behind them that you didn't notice last night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just then he looks up, meeting your own eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Whut?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A couple of crumbs from the croissant fall from his mouth and you can't help but stifle a giggle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's good!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your own plate's steaming, close to his and caught between looking at it and looking at him you trot about to sit down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's a strange kind of closeness that brings back to mind the fact that you're in the apartment of Vinyl Scratch her- himself!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've got to stop doing that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is a guy by your side.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A cute guy with a cute mane, gorgeous eyes and a body that makes you heat up just thinking about.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, Anon?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He swallows, rubbing a few errant crumbs off with a hoof.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thanks for last night. It's kinda... been a while since anypony did anythin' like that with me.&quot; The little smile grows, though not by much and he turns back to his plate. &quot;So, y'know, thanks for treatin' me like a real gentleman.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like a gentleman.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That was the word that kicked this whole thing off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was what saw you following him back home in what felt like a dream.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Drinking with him, talking with him and letting it all make you forget what was right in front of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Making you forget, just for that night, who and what you are.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It felt better.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It felt incredible!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now it feels like you shouldn't be thinking about him pushing you under the covers of his bed, running kisses all over your body while his hooves-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're staring down at your plate, starting to pant.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even now you can feel the first stirrings between your hind legs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey.&quot; The little smile is gone from his face. &quot;You alright?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You need to talk to him.</span><br />&#160;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Those're gonna get all cold and eaten if ya don't-&quot;</span><br />&quot;I'm sorry.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;If you'd had more presence of mind you might've been able to blurt at least something else out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As it is, Vinyl just gives you one of his cheesy grins and settles back into his chair.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No biggie, after last night I'd happily take ya out for breakfast but, y'know, thought you should get the real special treatment.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The blue glow around his horn is almost distracting, not quite as much as the blue wisps of his mane that shift about around it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why does he have to make it so hard?</span><br />&quot;No, I mean... I'm sorry about last night.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;More crumbs fall from his mouth before he swallows and stops eating.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your gaze becomes caught between his eyes and lips as he slips off his chair and steps around to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It firmly settles on those lips at the sight of a wider smile and then down to a hoof to rests on your withers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sorry? Dude, I haven't done that in like... so long! And never with anypony that's treated me so well before it. So, basically, you're like my knight in shining barding.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At your blank stare, Vinyl snickers, going back around to his chair.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, what can I say? Your standards take a dive in this industry.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're still staring and Vinyl's smile slowly slips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He reaches a hoof across the table to touch yours.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Whoah, Anon, it's just a joke. You may not be some kinda swarthy prince from Saddle Arabia but you're better than what I get here.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your heart's doing its thing again, going wild just from his touch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Geeze, now you're starting to make me all sappy!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you still can't take your eyes off him, nor your thoughts off what happened.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's got soft features like a mare, even his face is sort of shaped like a mare's.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Last night really was fun, even if it does leave you with a saddlebag of questions.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl isn't the one who should have to answer them, it's not his fault.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not directly at least; if you'd never taken the chance you'd never have known but surely there must be other stallions like him out there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you know it, you're staring down at an empty plate and then back over to a smiling Vinyl.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's a taste of caramel and something light and fruity on your tongue but you can't quite place it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If nothing else he can leave you with a satisfied stomach with his cooking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe that's not all he could satisfy your stomach with.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The thought comes out of nowhere, halting you as you lick your lips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl's still smiling, shifting on his chair.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, I know that look.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He licks his lips in turn, letting his grin spread.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If you'd known him better you might have been prepared and would'nt have cried out in alarm at the sensation of a hoof running up your hind leg.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ahh, ya think you're satisfied but I bet I can find a way to fix that up.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hoof trails further and further up, not stopping at your inner thigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can only sit there and shiver, trying to find the composure to tell Vinyl to stop.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He lips his lips once more, finally resting his hoof against your sheath before it starts a slow up-and-down motion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe it's just because he'd only showered not long ago but it feels incredibly soft, far softer even than your own hooves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mmm, yeah, I think those waffles were missing some cream.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl splayed back in his seat, mouth agape as his hooves and tongue work you over, begging you for all you have...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's unfair how easily he can undo you like this, make your mind turn only to thoughts of him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even so far as coaxing the tip of your fast swelling cock from its sheath.</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Vinyl!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You cry it out just as an alarm sounds from the living room and the white stallion ceases immediately, his eyes meeting your own briefly before he hops off his seat and darts out of the kitchen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Shoot, can't believe I forgot!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For a moment longer you sit there, regaining your breath and willing your body to suppress the arousal that clouds your mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This shouldn't be happening, not with another stallion doing it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Which is why you've got to get in there and tell him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even if memories of last night and fantasies of others beat down your will.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Upon entering the living room you see him levitating a small notebook, flicking through the pages.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Guess I'm gonna have to tell her it's off.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He sighs softly, looking off to the side you're now standing at.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just stare at each other, both surprised before Vinyl grins.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Unless... yeah. Yeah, that's perfect!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tossing the notebook to one side, Vinyl darts towards a drawer next to a turntable and roots around in it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You approach slowly, considering how you're going to say this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's a shame to bring the mood down but you owe it to him as much as yourself to get this resolved.</span><br />&quot;Vinyl, I need to-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Say, Anon, how do ya feel about the Mint Mare?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You need to... think what in Tartarus he's talking about.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The Mint Mare?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's the new club that opened a couple of months back in the city's more affluent quarter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl played a couple of sets there a few times since, none of which you'd been able to even think of getting into.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was just one of those dingy little underground places you managed to meet him in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh... what?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mint Mare.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He enunciates the words slowly, rolling his eyes and levitating something out of the drawer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;New place? Upper city? Hipster central?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your thoughts are a jumbled mess, somewhere between trying to recall the venue and trying to remember what you were going to say.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ugh, look, just wear this and come by tonight.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;That something levitates over to you, coming to rest around your neck amidst the gentle tingling of his magical field.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This close it sends shivers down your spine and even Vinyl enjoys whatever it must feel like for him, if the way his smile has turned smaller and his eyes more distant as the field slowly drops.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;They'll... They'll let you in, 'kay?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Straightening himself out, Vinyl trots over to you, giving a gentle tug as he leads you over to the door of the apartment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sorry to rush ya but you've gotta get ready for it and I've got plans to change. Any time you wanna come by I'll be there.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're at the doorway, Vinyl using his magic to open it with a soft click.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't worry, we'll have fun!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you needed to talk to him, to say something about...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thought melts away as he leans against you, lips pressing tight to your own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not like last night, all passion and need, this is something gentler but no less tender.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Promise.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl steps out to stand beside you, leading you down the stairs in a daze.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your mind waxes between just telling him right now and holding off, hoping for more of those kisses.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't even hear what he says, something about a mare called Tempo and drinks being on him tonight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Until you're down on the street with only the morning passers by too far to notice anything.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Certainly too far to notice the second kiss he lands on your lips, far too quick for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And as he trots off with a bounce in his step, you can only watch after.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe... Maybe if you talk to him later you can find a better time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe you can think all this over and have a better idea of what you'll say, too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Every kiss just makes it that bit harder to convince yourself this isn't what you want.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The day goes by in a sort of daze.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You head home, clean up more thoroughly and get something to eat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All the while you can't quite resolve your thoughts about Vinyl.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your whole life has been spent watching after mares, trying to find just the right one until you saw her and instantly fell in love.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her music was incredible, her looks were incredible, her voice... was about as much as you could expect from someone in that line of work.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But it had its own charm and that was something you discovered about her when finally your chance came to talk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just as on-stage, she was utterly lacking in pretension, smiling the whole time, barely able to sit still before her hooves would start tapping or she'd nod her head in time to the beat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then you'd--somehow--managed to work up the nerve to even ask her out and against all odds she'd gone along with it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was the whole nine yards - scraping together your savings, dressing yourself as best you could and treating her not like some flunky from a nightclub but as a mare you really loved.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There was some eye-rolling, sure and some laughter but if the compliments that followed were as sincere as the most recent have been then you at least weren't too corny.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And where did it land you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Making out with a stallion on his couch before doing something you're not even sure there's a name for.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mares call it tribbing, there's gotta be something for the guys.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So you did it, you really did and looking back you can't pinpoint the exact reason why.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sure, you had the hots for Vinyl and mare or stallion you weren't going to let a good evening go to waste.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But why?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It couldn't just be as simple as him just being that hot.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now here you are, making your way to the club and you still can't pull yourself out of the funk.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pause, ducking in against a shop's doorway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Would you even be doing this if some part of you didn't want to? Didn't have some understanding of why you feel this way about him?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The longer you leave this, the worse it's going to be when the time comes to tell him you're breaking it off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Do you want to break off?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Setting off again, you shake your head to clear those thoughts away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If things get too much you'll say something but right now it can just be two friends going out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Turning around one block you hear the thumping of heavy bass already, a neon sign proclaiming a large building further down the road as the 'Mint Mare'.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's a line in but you glance down to the pass swinging from your neck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;V.I.P., but that's not really a surprise considering who gave it to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Good thing, too, after all the money you spent on that fancy date you couldn't even begin to think of affording entry here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The bouncer scowls as you approach, readying himself to order you to the back of the line but you hold up your pass for him to check.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He scrutinises it closely, his expression barely changing as he steps to one side and waves you past.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Cries erupt from the line of waiting patrons and the bouncer's roar is lost as you step in the door and are assaulted by the music.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's not like those other clubs you've been to, this one is all bright neon lights and wide spaces.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not that you've that great a view with the massive crowd taking up the dance floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ponies of all types and colours bump and bounce, some closer than others but amidst the lights and chaos you can't make out a white unicorn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Figures.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least you brought some bits to pick up a drink or two, presuming the prices aren't too heavily geared towards the hipsters.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You flag down the barcolt, yelling over the music for your usual.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The price he quotes almost leaves you on your back but at least it's something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, you made it!&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;For a split second you assume its another patron at the bar whose friend has stopped by but a gentle knock against your withers pulls you around to see none other than Vinyl staring at you, ever-present grin right there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His mane's done up in its usual style and he's got his signature shades on;from his neck hangs two glowsticks, one green, the other pink.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;More pressing is the mare at his side; pale blue and a unicorn just like him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A mare too, with a pale blonde mane and tail.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;From what you can make out from your vantage, her cutie mark is a line of sheet music with a few notes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's regarding you just as evenly as you do her, Vinyl looking between you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Aha, best friends already! C'mon dude, drinks are on me, remember? I've got somewhere for us over there!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He points off into the crowd, most likely at some seating at the opposite side.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There was no mention of anyone else joining you tonight but it can't be that bad.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's not like you were expecting something to happen with Vinyl.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Besides, she's a mare so it'd have to be her, right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So why does a tiny prick of jealousy tug at your attention as you notice how close she's standing to him?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, I know she's hot but we both know you think I'm way hotter!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The mare rolls her eyes, looking like she's laughing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You step off your seat and over to Vinyl's other side, keeping close to him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When she looks back, she shoots Vinyl a quizzical look who only shakes his head in response.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Both are still smiling, though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl's horn suddenly lights up and your drink levitates over to him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He cocks his head to one side and you nod, following.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Close as you are, it's impossible to stop yourself from knocking against him, especially as you squeeze through the crowd.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once or twice you're sure you feel his tail flick over and touch your rump.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl only grins when you dare look at him with slightly reddened cheeks.</span><br />&#160;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's just because the club is so hot and you're working so hard to get through the crowd.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're almost starting to regret coming here; with all the noise and the press of ponies it's going to be hard to talk about anything, never mind what you might need to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Plus who knows what that mare would make of it all; she probably doesn't even know he's a stallion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe even just a pony he picked up from one of his previous gigs, struck up a friendship or something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's not playing you like his-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Passing into the small booth, you can't help but notice how the noise of the other ponies suddenly fades out, leaving only a softened sound of the music in its wake.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look back, then to Vinyl who's still smiling.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Like it? Enchanted field to suppress noise, gotta give 'em credit for thinking of something useful.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Settled down in your places, the mare sits at Vinyl's side while you sit opposite him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles placidly; might as well, sitting right where you want to be.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So this place is pretty hip, right? It's a real great place that's perfect for us happening kids!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For the first time that night, the mare speaks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You only come here for the drinks and even then your own bar's better.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Soft and silky, it's almost the perfect contrast to Vinyl's voice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She quickly levitates her glass to her lips, taking a sip as Vinyl snorts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I only come here 'cause you drag me here, Tempo.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tempo?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wasn't that the name he mentioned this evening?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You rack your brain, trying to recall what it was but you can only remember the name amidst a haze of thoughts about Vinyl.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Funny, I thought you dragged me out here to meet your coltfriend.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Both you and Vinyl choke on your drinks but it's only he that gives her a withering glare.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tempo is content to sit back in the booth, levitating her glass to herself with a grin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh gee, thanks. Why not tell him everything I've told you!&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She levitates the glass away, taking a breath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I remember you telling me he's really-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nice!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl frowns pointedly at Tempo but you're not really bothering with their whole exchange.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He called you his coltfriend?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well... maybe she's just presuming things.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's still way too early to even start thinking about something like that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or if you want to be his coltfriend.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And he yours.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a sip of your drink, Vinyl glancing over as you do.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Another White Stalliongradan, not quite as good as the one he made you last night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look away quickly, recalling the words that accompanied your dunderheaded request.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, I'm gonna go dance off some of this. You wanna get out there and help me shake my booty, feel free.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl turns to Tempo, his frown melting away to be replaced by a look you can't quite discern.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Go easy on him.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tempo looks after him as he exits the booth and pushes into the crowd, only his mane letting you know where he's gone before it disappears into the sea of bodies.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then you're alone with the mare who regards you evenly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You still have no idea who she is or why she's here but if that little exchange was anything to go by then she's more than just somepony he picked up recently.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So.&quot; Tempo puts her glass down, sitting up. &quot;You're the one Vinyl told me about.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't help but shift in your seat, looking back out to see if you can spot Vinyl.</span><br />&quot;What did he say?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That you're easy enough on the eye.&quot; You pause in lifting your own glass. &quot;Which is true enough. I'll reserve judgement about the rest for now.&quot;</span><br />&quot;If you think I need to prove myself to you, forget it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Probably thinks you don't even know he's a stallion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Tough talker, he didn't say anything about that.&quot; Oh. &quot;Are you leading him on?&quot;</span><br />&quot;No!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Are you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The answer's out of your lips too fast, before you even think about it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whatever about your own feelings, you don't want to hurt Vinyl; that much you know.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So he tells me you didn't know he was a stallion but you still spent the night at his place. And that was because...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can only look down into your glass, that question pulled back to the fore of your mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've been wrestling with it all day, how can you possibly give her an answer now?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;More to the point, who does she think she is asking it of you?</span><br />&quot;It was between the two of us.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tempo looks over at you for a moment longer before sighing and shuffling around to booth, closer to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm sorry, I think we might've gotten off on the wrong hoof. Which, funnily enough, is usually Vinyl's thing.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She holds out a hoof expectantly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm Tempo, Vinyl's a good friend. That's all.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She adds on the last part with some emphasis.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grudgingly take her hoof and give it a shake, offering your own name.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I wasn't joking when I said he told me about you; I haven't heard him talk like that since...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tempo pauses, taking a sip from her drink and not quite looking at you when she finishes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anyway, it's been a while. He said you were a good guy, though and I don't usually doubt his judgement but if what he told me was right then you're not... um...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She knocks her hooves together with a soft clop each time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You prefer mares.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still damn blunt but at least not as accusatory.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you can only look down to your drink sullenly.</span><br />&quot;Yeah.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Another sip, the stuff's warming you up nicely.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;More than that it's leaving you feeling increasingly uncomfortable sitting here with Tempo when Vinyl's out there on the dance floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So you can see where I'm coming from, I hope.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The more Tempo talks the more you don't want to listen or think too heavily.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This was meant to be a night of fun and you'd settled on going over things after it all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But hearing her talk about leading him on... If she was talking about Vinyl the mare you'd agree.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's no different now.</span><br />&#160;<br />&#160;<br />&quot;What should I do?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lay it out plainly, the one question that's been plaguing you.</span><br />&quot;I don't wanna hurt him, I don't!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You raise your hooves defensively, before she can object.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It doesn't help your frustration abate.</span><br />&quot;But I don't know what to do! I like him, really like him but he's a he, I fell in love with Vinyl Scratch not... not him!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tempo just sits looking at you panting, her expression utterly inscrutable.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The music swells up dully and you look out to the mass of ponies, waving hooves and heads before prancing on the spot.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Did you fall in love with Vinyl or what was between her legs?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's no more than you'd been asking yourself and the answer is no different.</span><br />&quot;Vinyl.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're almost at the bottom of your glass and can only grumble to yourself about not having more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Then does it really matter if he's a stallion?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yes! Because...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Because you don't fall in love with stallions.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't take them out on the best dates you've ever had or connect with them so well that you're sure he has to be the one.</span><br />&quot;Because...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's still staring at you, a tiny smile growing on her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She doesn't have any answers, of course she doesn't and neither do you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What you need is to get out there, clear your head, forget about all this crap on the dance floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You need to shake Vinyl's booty and Celestia be damned if you care what's between those legs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can figure it out tomorrow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tempo doesn't stop you as you pull yourself out of the booth, angrily pushing into the mass of bodies.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's out there somewhere and you need him, need to find him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Let them all be jealous that you're dancing with the most beautiful pony in the club.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia damned Tempo.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You had everything planned and then she had to go and jam her hoof into that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's a little hard to think that through with the din of the music and the cries of the ponies all around you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hard to think of anything else when what mostly occupies your mind is picking out a white body and blue mane in the crowd.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Surely they'd be giving someone like him a good berth or clamouring to be near him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But the more you push through the crowd, the less likely it becomes that you're going to find him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe that drink went to his head and he found someone else, or Tempo told him to try and find someone else.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're not even being gentle in nudging others aside now, angrily shoving them this way and that until you reach the opposite end of where you started out - the bar.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All that's left to do is stomp over and order something stiff, Vinyl did say he was paying for this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For the second time that night, Vinyl takes hold of you before you get your drink.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's a mostly empty bottle of water in his other hoof and he's grinning wildly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Without even saying a word or waiting for you to say anything, he tugs you off, back into the crowd.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The music's something heavier now, something he bounces along to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The frustration that'd been building all evening simply melts away in the face of strobe lighting shining over his body and that rump bumping against your own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're not even sure when it stopped being a struggle to make your way through the crowd and started being dancing with him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Although dancing might not be the best word as you aimlessly shake yourself from side to side and kick your hooves out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If nothing else it's made Vinyl laugh and he starts imitating you, putting far more grace into his movements than you could ever hope to copy.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;His mane snaps back and forth over his neck and withers; you can't see his eyes past the shades but you're sure they're tightly shut; more than once his hooves meet your own, both of you slowing briefly in those moments of closeness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It goes on like that, neither of you realising the way you start to move in closer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sweat rolls down your body and yet you keep going, keep putting your all into this feverish dance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Between the heat of the ponies around you and the heat of Vinyl's body now pressed against yours, you can't work off the mounting tension.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The music starts to swell, ponies whooping and hollering all about you; Vinyl presses in tighter, undulating his whole body with more force; one of his hooves take hold of your hip and you come together.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You rear up, heaving chest to heaving chest and throw your heads against one another with wild abandon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The force of the crowd against you is about the only thing that stops you from falling over but a few step back with unheard whistles and whoops as they notice the kiss.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's just like last night and just like last night you can't quell your desire for him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Especially not when you break and Vinyl pauses only to resettle his shades on his nose before grabbing your hoof and tugging you off through the crowd.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once or twice you lean in to nip at his withers and he looks back at you with what you can only guess is a giggle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;More than one couple are tied up just as you were or have their bodies right against each other.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Is that what you are now? A couple?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That thought is shoved aside by something more pressing - Vinyl hasn't taken you back to the bar or the booth with Tempo but towards what looks like the restrooms of the club.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't have the presence of mind to resist and instead get dragged along into it with Vinyl thrusting the door to the stallion's open with a hoof. � �&gt;The place is spotless, a far cry from most of the other places you've been in.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The place is spotless, a far cry from most of the other places you've been in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thankfully it's also empty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl looks to be more intent on the door than anything else, though, staring at it with his horn aglow and the edge of his tongue poking from between his lips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sound of a soft click is barely perceptible over the thrum of his magic but it does confirm one of the possibilities you'd been running through.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If there was any doubt in your mind, it's banished at the sight of vinyl advancing upon you with a grin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Until you're pressed against the opposite wall of the bathroom, he doesn't stop and even then moves in close.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For a moment he just stands there, letting his hot breath wash over your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It smells faintly of alcohol and slightly sweet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The curves of his white body are fully exposed to you at this vantage and while it's tempting to just admire his face, you can't help but let your eyes sweep over him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This time it's you who makes the first move, taking him in your hooves and pulling him up until his own rest against the wall and your mouth sinks against his sumptuous neck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl groans loudly, running one hoof over your body while he shuffles in close.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're both reared back on your hind legs now, letting your forelegs descend to his hips to steady him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Down to his withers your lips stray, the faintest hint of the scent of his mane on your nose as you rise back up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shuddering, Vinyl brings your head up with one of his hooves until you're face-to-face again and both of you dive forward.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Where before there were merely the first stirrings of arousal--and from Vinyl too, if the slight swell between his legs is any indicator--something just clicks inside you and with the heat, having been built up with the dancing and Vinyl's infectious energy, the weight of need for him that presses down on you...</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you're not the one in control here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's not you that breaks the kiss or slowly starts to descend.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's Vinyl who goes down onto all fours while you rest your forelegs on his withers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even when you gently place a hoof on his head, it's because he levitates his shades to one side and the look he gives you brooks no disagreement.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His tongue rolls out against your stomach, making a languid stroke down along your coat until it finally connects with the bare flesh of your sheath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A heavy, relieved groan leaves you at that touch and you sink back against the wall, only Vinyl's position stopping you from falling over.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then a hoof joins his lips and tongue, running along the inner thigh of your hind leg and gently rubs at your testicles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When he moves down all you can see is his thick two-tone blue mane and nose poking out from under it but on the upstroke he looks into your eyes and you can only struggle to stop a grin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If anyone said you'd have Vinyl Scratch between your legs at one of Manehatten's hottest clubs you'd never have believed them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now, just feeling his tongue slathering saliva over the cock that spills from your sheath leaves those thoughts in the wake of a throb of pleasure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He doesn't even wait for you to fully harden but just pushes his lips down onto your length.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're really starting to appreciate his forethought in locking the door, it'd be a shame if anyone heard you ordering him to keep going.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Might be a little embarrassing for him to be seen doing exactly that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whatever he said about not being a fillycolt obviously didn't mean he doesn't love cock, or at least not yours.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He slurps and sucks on you, stopping only when your rod is stiffened and he can pull off with a soft 'pop'.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl licks his lips once, peering up at you with those beautiful eyes that entranced you from the first night you saw him in person.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Want more?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All you can do is nod shakily amidst a giggle from Vinyl.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You can take care of me later. Now?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You certainly weren't expecting him to quickly run his tongue from the base of your shaft to the tip and not miss a beat before speaking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're all mine.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hind legs feel almost like they're about to buckle when Vinyl thrusts his open mouth back onto your cock.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His lips form a tight seal and that tongue of his must be practised from the way it slips and slides over and around the head of your cock, lapping up every drop of pre that forms there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Letting your breathing fall into heavy pants, you lean forward, running your hooves back onto his withers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl doesn't let up, though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Each time he pulls up he just pushes straight back down again, only pausing once to bring a hoof back up to rub at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia damned unicorn, he's not going to let you last at all!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Forward and back those lips slip, his hoof sliding further back and back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't suppress a shiver as it roves over your rump but it still doesn't stop there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It presses into your tail and you reflexively flick it aside but Vinyl effortlessly grabs it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're too taken up with those wonderful feelings his mouth is delivering to care about the way he winds the hair around his hoof.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sharp tug he gives is utterly unexpected but instead of lancing pain it intermingles with the pleasure he's administering to create a sensation that makes you quiver all over.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And make 'the most adorable squeak', to hear him tell you about it later.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Like that, huh?&quot; Vinyl pants, pulling off you again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That tug straightened you back up somewhat and now you've got a clear view of his face again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Of those eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The look between you says it all and Vinyl descends without hesitation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Instead of a yank, his hoof keeps a gentle pull on your tail, helping to keep your back straight.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Warmth and wetness of a kind you never imagined could feel so good envelope your member.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're left caught between closing your eyes in bliss and continuing to meet his gaze.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The fight to resist temptation is one that's too easy to lose, however.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The harder you try to retain control, the further Vinyl goes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;From simply bobbing up and down to pushing himself further, coming back up for a breath before he takes your length down to a point where there's only a few inches left out of his mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Scratch what you said earlier, this guy is a pro!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe he could even teach you a thing or two.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tartarus... what does it matter, anyway?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's probably hard as a rock right now, needing you to give him the same treatment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look down to his eyes, imagining that you're in his position, looking up to him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That pleasurable feeling swells up as he pulls off, gasping for air.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's got to know how close you are, he doesn't even pause to say anything before going right back down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But there's a sharper tug on your tail and you can't stop an involuntary buck of your hips, Vinyl's eyes bulging as you force yourself into him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He doesn't stop, though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you can't stop yourself from keeping your hips thrust forward.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're so damnably close now, you can feel it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But Vinyl lets go of your tail, that delicious mix of pain and pleasure fading before he brings it under you to press at your rump.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your mind can think of only one thing: Vinyl's hips grinding against your own as something else of his presses at your rear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There was never any hope of you holding out and the way he continues to push his nose against your stomach, that mental image, his hoof pushing at you... It all comes together at last.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hooves keep a tight hold on his head as you feel your cock twitch and the first spurt of semen being eagerly swallowed by Vinyl.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He doesn't struggle against you, doesn't pull or push at you but instead holds himself steady.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grunt heavily, bucking your hips and finally squinting your eyes shut.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If last night was good then this is heavenly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The grunt falls into a groan as you continue to empty yourself into him, Vinyl not missing a drop.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your legs shudder with each passing moment and it's increasingly hard to keep yourself standing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But so long as he doesn't let go of your member you're going to stay where you are.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Only when he at last pulls off you with another gasp do you slump back against the wall, letting a few thick ropes of cum land on his face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl falls to his rump, leaning down to lick at your cock as the flow dies down and you can finally catch your breath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What little he can lick off his face, he does so but quickly rises after and disappears into one of the stalls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even now you can't keep your eyes off his rump before he comes back out, levitating a few pieces of paper against his face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Without a doubt, this was the last thing you'd foreseen happening tonight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thanks, Anon, was feeling a little thirsty.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Complete with cheesy grin, you can't help but breathlessly laugh along with him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sitting down at your side, Vinyl leans in and nuzzles your cheek.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Feel good?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod, nuzzling back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mmm, good.&quot; His voice lowers down to a whisper. &quot;Maybe we should head back to your place and you can show me just how good it was.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You move as if in a daze when Vinyl pulls you back onto your hooves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eyes only for him, you never notice his horn lighting and unlocking the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The music sounds dimmed and the lights not so bright against him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is Vinyl in his natural setting, the kind you fell in love with him in the first place.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His wild, untamed personality; magnanimity towards his fans and then from what you've seen in private, how affectionate and kind he can be.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mane shimmering, eyes glimmering, he turns you you and mouths 'what', with a small smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just shake your head and start to dance again, amidst the crowd.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not once do you notice the jealous looks a few stallions shoot you, no doubt having seen you emerge from the restroom with Vinyl.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The dancing you fall into isn't as heated as before but Vinyl still sticks close, still rubs his side against yours until both of you shift to your hind legs and you find yourself rubbing against him in a more intimate fashion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This was not something you'd dared to dream about before but feeling his hooves slip over your hips it sends tingling shivers of delight through you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Energy slowly begins to return and you shift about, turning to face the stallion holding you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Under the same lighting you've seen him a hundred times before, he looks every bit a mare with his soft features.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Only the feeling of a thickened bulge pressed against you betrays what he is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But all you can think of is how inviting his lips look right now and you swoop in, finally surprising him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He doesn't hold that kiss for long, twisting about to pepper them along your jaw and neck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Leaning across you, just like a mare would, he speaks loud enough for you to hear him over the music but not so much others might pick up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why don't we get outta here and go back to your place?&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Which would be great if he wasn't taking you back in the direction of the booth you'd both been sitting at.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Memories of Tempo and what you'd been speaking of flood back, leaving you lagging behind vinyl.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For all its shapely curves, his body is still one of a stallion's.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A stallion you spent one night previous having sex with and who you just allowed blow you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were dancing with him more intimately than any mare you ever had, for Celestia's sake!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And then upon his suggestion to go back to your own home you hadn't so much as batted an eyelid.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lost in thought, you barely notice Vinyl having gotten away from you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's over at the booth where Tempo is now seated next to a dark green stallion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl nods once to you, saying something to Tempo who gets up and sticks close to him in coming back over to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The other stallion follows and for an instant, your mind fills with images of the four of you doing... no, that's ridiculous.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;C'mon!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Taking your hoof in his own, Vinyl gives a tug, pulling you through the crowds of the club.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He doesn't once look back but at the times you do, you can clearly pick out the soured look on Tempo's face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The closer you get to the exit, the harder Vinyl pulls and the faster his hooves move.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually you're practically running there, shoving ponies aside in the process until the two of you barrel out of the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Vinyl!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You weren't expecting Tempo to call after you, or to do so with such barely restrained anger.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It leaves you halted in your tracks, Vinyl still holding on but turning with a pained, almost fearful look on his face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tempo marches up, not even trying to hide her frown as she takes a hold of Vinyl.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Excuse us for one second.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She pulls him away from both you and the stallion that'd been following her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know you shouldn't listen in but the animated way they both throw their hooves about is too much to resist.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even so, it's impossible to make anything out over the noise from inside the club.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The green stallion makes a show of looking disinterested but you edge your way over to the two.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl stomps a hoof to the ground before pointing over to you; Tempo shakes her head before pulling back against Vinyl leaning closer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tempo reaches out a hoof, touching Vinyl's shoulder and he stops talking though you can see against the light from the club that his nostrils still flare.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;... just looking out for you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;He's not like that!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You had dinner with him one evening then took him home; how do you know what he's like?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Neither one notices you approach and after hearing that little tidbit you don't feel like making your presence known.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;He's just... he's different, alright?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Like Long Play was different? And Synth? Monochrome?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Okay, Tempo! I get it, I fucked up before.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You 'fucked up' with Bluegrass, Vinyl.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Exactly! I fucked up! He didn't deserve that!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Trance-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No, fuck you, I'm not doing this again! He is nothing like Trance!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;For all you know he could...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tempo trails off quietly, turning with an outstretched hoof and seeing you next to her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl follows her gaze, quickly turning his eyes aside when yours meet his.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't just ask what in Tartarus all that was about but the silence, apart from the music from the club, grows more awkward the longer it lasts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Vinyl, I wasn't saying you should-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;C'mon, Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl takes your hoof in his again, giving it a hard pull.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don't want you to hear this crap.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tempo visibly baulks before you're turned around by Vinyl.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The force with which he pulls you along is strong enough to keep you facing him before you break free of his grasp and glance back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tempo's over by the green stallion and then disappears as you round a corner.</span><br />&quot;Vinyl?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He doesn't stop, doesn't even look back at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Vinyl, you're going the wrong way.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shaking his head, he picks up speed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I live on the other side of the city!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You put a hoof to his withers but he shrugs it off.</span><br />&quot;Vinyl!&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's nothing else for it but for you to dart out in front of him, holding your hooves up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The last thing you expected to see were tears glistening in the light from a street lamp.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suddenly, he throws himself at you, pressing you back against the pole.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hooves wrapped tightly over your withers, you can only hold onto him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's no weeping, no racking sobs or whispered confidences.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He just silently holds you until slowly parting and not quite meeting your eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Can we just go home?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His voice does sound husky, thick with emotion and you press yourself tight to him, letting him put his weight against you as you set off.</span><br />&quot;Are you gonna be okay?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl doesn't respond but only presses himself tighter to you.</span><br />&quot;Will you tell me what that was about?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;For a time he's silent, keeping in time with you as you slowly make your way from the affluent quarter back towards your home in the older part of the city.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's just history.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe now isn't the right time to press him on it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The evening may be spoiled somewhat but at least you've got him with you now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No matter your own feelings, he needs someone to support him and if that has to be you, you're not going to shirk it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your own apartment is a far cry from his, located in an older building that has more... 'character' to it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If he notices, Vinyl doesn't pass comment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thankfully, at this hour, there isn't another pony about for you to have to worry about seeing you with such a celebrity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It allows you both to quietly slip in your door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Without asking, Vinyl heads towards the living room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This isn't the kind of night to round off with drinks but you're still a little hesitant in following after.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's seated on the couch, finally looking at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't take your own eyes off him, sitting by his side without realising you're doing so.</span><br />&#160;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;In an instant his hoof is on your own and you shuffle closer.</span><br />&quot;I'm sorry for tonight.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He tries for a smile, settling on something that wavers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's not your fault. Just like she says, I keep fuckin' it all up.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That lines up with what you overheard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still doesn't explain anything.</span><br />&quot;You didn't fuck tonight up, Vinyl.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He shivers, laying his head against your withers and nuzzling against your neck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What about back at the club?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I think it's obvious I enjoyed that.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You let out a little giggle and Vinyl follows suit, the sight of a smile on his face warming your heart.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But it falls almost instantly when he looks back up to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're not just saying that, are you?&quot;</span><br />&quot;C'mon.&quot; You nuzzle into his mane, inhaling his scent. &quot;Am I gonna have to show you how much I liked it?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The shock of Vinyl leaping at you, pushing you back onto the couch leaves you stunned.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't say that!&quot; His shades have fallen off, revealing his still moist eyes. &quot;You just... I need you, so badly right now.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;To steady him and yourself your hooves flung out to his chest but now it only leaves you feeling the frantic pace of his heart.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His breath filling your face, the heat of his body so close, the knowledge that all you have to do is move him around...</span><br />&quot;Then let me show you.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's not a sound from him as you take his hoof in yours and gently lead him off the couch.</span><br />&quot;Follow me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Two little words but the weight behind their meaning only hits you as you turn around and start off towards your bedroom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Too nervous to look back, too excited to stop thinking about him, all your mind can do is imagine those eyes centred on your rear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He'd done just the same before so it seems a little fitting to flick your tail aside and flash him a veiw of your goods.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl gasps and you can feel a soft exhalation against your rump, a lot closer than you expected him to be.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Excitement turns to giddiness and you leap forward, the white stallion following just as closely as you wind up tumbling into your bedroom amidst the sheets still left cast aside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't even try to fight him off or resist as his hooves come down around you and pull you close into a kiss.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His lips desperately search out your own, his tongue darting and insistent.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's only when you feel his hardening member press down against your stomach that you break the kiss, ready to ask him if he wants to move this onto the bed but he just tilts to one side, nipping and kissing at your neck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All those thoughts and doubts, the strange fears that you shouldn't be doing this, that this and he aren't what you want... All of that vanishes as you grab hold of him and toss him onto your bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Darn unicorns, always so light and soft.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The only part of him you're interested in is anything but.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl's member rests against his stomach, twitching now and then under your scrutiny.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's about the best view of it that you've had yet and... you want it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Slowly, silently leaning down in close until your nostrils are filled with his rich male scent, your inexperience and anticipation get the better of you and you simply flick your tongue out along the shaft and tip.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl lets out a strangled grunt, his hips bucking wildly and drops of precum spattering across his stomach.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reach up, kissing them off as one of your hooves strokes along his thigh to push it away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whimpering softly, Vinyl rests his head against the headboard of the bed, gazing down at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lifting a hoof to his chest is met with one of his own, holding yours there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eye contact isn't broken as you lower your head back down, this time to take a longer, slower lick.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Both your hearts skip a beat at that contact, at the salty and slightly sweet taste of his pre dribbling over your tongue and leaving you wanting more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A white hoof squeezes yours as your lips come down to meet that rod, another gently resting on your head to lead you on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's not exactly your most expert work but then again this is the first dick you've sucked, maybe all of Vinyl's pent of tension is working in your favour.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe it's the cute moans and little tremors that run through his body that push you to go on, in spite of worrying if he really is enjoying this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyes fall shut, your mind turning to savour the hot, smooth texture of his cock, the way it throbs gently the more attention you lavish on it; how his abdomen tenses up every time more pre spurts from it; how your hoof stroking over and back on the medial ring leaves him making this sort of groaning sound, deep in the back of his throat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shuffling in closer, you lie to one side, exposing yourself but it's Vinyl who reaches down to rub at your engorged shaft.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If only you'd been so thoughtful earlier... But this isn't about you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's a little pop as you come back up, panting softly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl gazes down, the unspoken question clear in his pleading eyes and squeezing hoof.</span><br />&quot;Not like this,&quot; you whisper breathily, shifting up his body, &quot;I want you.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Confusion gives way to realisation that dawns across his face as you sit against his abdomen, your tail flicking over and back on his cock and getting caught in the thick pre that coats it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I need you,&quot; he whispers back, running a hoof against your chest, &quot;but I don't wanna make you do somethin' you're not sure of.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If it were any other time, if you didn't have thoughts of that amazing blowjob and all the desire you've been storing bubbling to the fore, you'd probably agree.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But he's not the only one who needs this.</span><br />&quot;Let's just do it. Please. I said I wanted to show you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A moment of doubt flickers in his eyes before his hoof shoots down to your hip.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Do you, um... have lube?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Isn't that exactly what you were getting at?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Of course you'd need lube if that long, thick thing was going to... go inside you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All you can do is shake your head sullenly, this one beautiful moment without doubt is going to be lost and who knows when you'll be able to build up the courage or-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Up.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His breath is still shaky but that same tone of command, the same confidence that was in his voice the other night is back and you can't resist.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shuffle up further, until you're standing on your hind legs and his mane tickles against you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hold on tight.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Of all the things he could have done--like gripping your hips and pulling you straight down or thrusting up--that warm, wet tongue of his slathering across your rump and poking under your tail was the last of them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And yet... for all the alienness of the sensation, you can't call it unpleasant.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl holds your tail aside, licking back and forth, pausing on your ring to poke until he's no longer moving and just pressing against it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shiver, hind legs feeling like they're about to give out from under you as you feel him press past that ring and into you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He'd been right to tell you to hold on.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;And all you can do is just stand there, biting down on one hoof to stop yourself from making any noise.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bad enough that you were about to do... that but to give in and put voice to just how much you were enjoying even this was unbearable.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thankfully it doesn't last much longer, Vinyl pulling back out with a few final licks and without waiting for him to tell you, you drop back down onto all fours, still shaking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Two hooves gently push your rump down onto him, until you're sitting lower, sitting right on the shaft of his thick... black... cock.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The realisation hits you hard and caught suddenly by his gaze you start to gently rock yourself back and forth on him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl winces, pulling you down and using his other hoof to steady you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;W-We're gonna do this slow, 'kay? You just... You go at your pace.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're a little too taken up with all those wonderful feelings from behind and how beautiful his face suddenly looks, those soft features so perfectly framed by his two-tone blue mane.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With that hoof he draws you forward, until you're sitting high on him again but this time you feel something poking you at the back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Desire wars with sense but the thought of impaling yourself on him is just too much and you heed his advice, taking it slow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's obviously not an ideal solution but you're suddenly thankful he provided his own 'lube'.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still wet from your own attention on him, his member slips and slides against you and both you and Vinyl reach down to steady it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I got it,&quot; He gives it a little wiggle to confirm and then smiles, &quot;you just do your thing, babe.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Was that how he spoke to all the ponies he'd been with?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Does it really matter right now?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You push back, grunting with the effort, barely keeping your strength in check as you slowly feel your ring distend under the pressure.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's just a moment but it's one you need, to stop momentarily and catch your breath and prepare yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You weren't some pampered Canterlotian noble, you'd heard ponies talking about it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It still did little to prepare you for the sting as the tip of Vinyl's cock slips inside you with a barely audible 'pop'.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He groans low, holding you and you suddenly cling onto him, pulling yourself tight against his chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's okay, it's okay, I've got you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can only whimper quietly while he strokes your mane, his voice still light and somewhat distant sounding.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No doubt it only feels a lot longer than it is before you push yourself back up and resume your slow pace, amidst another gentle reminder from Vinyl not to push yourself too hard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grit your teeth against the pain, inching your way down and silently praying that you'll get to the end sometime soon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you pass the medial ring and hear a gasp from him, you can at least take some solace in that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A hoof taps at your lower back, another holding your hip as you agonisingly slide down onto the last few inches of his cock.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And then let out a breath you didn't realise you were holding in, flopping back onto the white stallion beneath you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You--unh--you did great.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you're not concentrating on his voice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Instead there's the way his cock twitches and throbs, the way it leaves you feeling full in a way you've never experienced nor could ever have imagined, the pain that even now starts to slowly slip into warming pleasure and his hooves stroking up and down on your rump.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Bright Celestia but you're tight, though! Mmph!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just like before, it's just like you just did, you need to wait until you're ready.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's why he let you be on top, right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Deep breaths, take some deep breaths...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And just like that you're ready to go again, even if your legs are still shaking.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pulling off him is much the same affair, with Vinyl equally vocal about how much he's enjoying it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's not quite the same sting but there's enough to leave you inching along, until you feel the distended head of his cock press against you and you stop.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;More breaths, panting this time and you spare a look into his eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Those eyes that caught your attention before and do so easily, right now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pushing back this time is easier, easier to keep yourself from squeezing down on him too tightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Easier to enjoy that full feeling and the way his face scrunches up in pleasure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Easier to realise just how hard you are, as your own member grinds along his abdomen when you reach his lap again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This time you don't simply stop, you start grinding into him, unable to stop a throaty moan or the heat from your cheeks when Vinyl grins.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You want more of him, all of him!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;C'mon, babe, you wanna go, just... oh, just go!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Breath quickening, full of his scent, you pull back up, savouring the way you're stretched and how his hooves gently strive to stop you from letting an inch go.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But both of you give your own cries of pleasure when you thrust back down onto him sharply.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You bite his wither, more to try and keep a lid on just how loud you are than draw another pained cry of elation from him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The more you grind yourself on him this time the more your own member aches, the more your mind fills with thoughts of him holding you down and mounting you like a mare in heat...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This time you barely pull halfway up his cock before thrusting back down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;H-Hey, go easy! You're not gonna let me last!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Another one of those moans--you can't possibly stop it--now thinking of that hot spunk filling you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Showing him just how much you love him and want him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And to keep him quiet you kiss him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ragged and needful, it's like that first night all over again but this time you've got him buried to he hilt inside you.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rise and thrust, the time between each is getting shorter as well as each getting shallower.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl moans into your mouth, hooves moving down to your hips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You break the kiss, rocking your hips and listening to the gasps and grunts it draws from him.</span><br />&quot;Fuck me, already,&quot; you whisper, moving yourself so that he has more control, &quot;C'mon!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Altogether too late and when you weren't expecting it, Vinyl thrusts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It almost takes both of you off guard and you lie there together, shivering.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Until it passes barely a moment later and both of you put your all into it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With his strength added, each thrust leaves you only wanting more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's still a slow, forceful affair with Vinyl grunting all the way and you moaning into a chest that's perfectly firm but has his delicate scent mixed with the tang of sweat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Excitement and exertion do terrible things to a body, all of which you're loving.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're barely even moving yourself any more, letting Vinyl take complete control while holding tight onto your rump.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All you can do is to lie there and ride out the wonderful feelings he's creating inside you and hope that he's feeling just as good.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's a little hard to tell without his talk and only grunts, the rest being overshadowed by the dull slap of your bodies meeting.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But if you know one thing, it's when to tell he's close - the way he picks up speed in his thrusts, turning shallower until he's barely pulling out before driving back in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't want it any other way, desperate to keep this full feeling, to let his cockhead swell up deep inside you instead of anywhere else.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon... I-I'm gonna... I can't hold it!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Unlike him, you can't find it in yourself to speak but you know your answer all the same.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One more thrust of your own and you hold yourself there, grinding roughly, squeezing down on him tightly.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You keep it up until Vinyl lets out a cry, bucking his hips futilely against you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The first twitch is almost like the others but stronger but the second leaves a hot, wet sensation coursing through your insides.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's followed by another and another quickly after, each throb sending another thick string of semen to continue filling you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl whimpers quietly, bucking his hips in time and you quietly moan against him, clenching down tight to ensure not so much of a drop goes to loss.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But it's an intoxicating feeling, especially with all he has to give you, that one night of passion probably being the only he's had for a while.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally his body flops back against the bed with him still buried in you, the flow finally slowed down to a trickle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Both of you lie there, panting heavily, struggling to catch your breaths but deliciously satisfied.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His hooves stroke up and down your back and somehow you find the strength to lift your head and meet his, sharing another kiss.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vinyl's eyes glimmer in the soft light of the night and he mouths a thank you before gripping you in a tight embrace.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There'll be time later to make sense of all this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For now you want nothing more than to lie here, with him and bask in his love.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're not even sure when it is that you finally fall asleep, having fallen to one side after Vinyl's member receded from you but it's with the white stallion pressed tight against you.</span></div></div>




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