It's a Trap!
It’s a Trap!
After months of waiting, Caramel was finally going to have the best night of his young life. It had taken several favours and more than a few bits had had to change hooves, but he finally had a ticket to go and see the best up and coming DJ this side of Canterlot, live and at her club. Normally a lowly farm hand like himself would never dream of being able to go to such an event; tickets sold out in minutes. This time however, he had gotten in just in time.
Flicking his tail around in impatience, Caramel looked over his body one more time. Hanging off his body in several spots were glow sticks and rings. The accessories had been as retro as they could get, but now they were once again in fashion. Aside from that, his light brown coat shined and his horseshoe cutie mark positively gleamed. A decent supply of bits hung from a pouch around his neck. Caramel didn’t plan to spend the night alone.
’Ah, who am I kidding?’ he thought as he looked at himself in his bathroom mirror. ’I never get lucky’. Caramel’s reputation with the ladies was nearly legendary for just how bad he always managed to strike out, something that was augmented by the fact that his close friends, Noteworthy and Pokey Pierce always seemed so smooth with the mares. Both of them seemed to suffer from an overflow of pussy at all times, while Caramel never seemed to get any on his own. Noteworthy had once set him up with a pity sex fuck a few years back, but that was about the limit of his experience.
Taking one last look over his mane and body, Caramel checked the small clock he kept on the bathroom shelf. He had just enough time to make it to the club in Baltimare if he left now. If he missed the train, he wouldn’t arrive for hours after the club opened and the DJ’s show began. He grabbed a hoof full of hay fries on his way out and he ran hard for the train station.
Flashing lights and throbbing bass lit up the dance floor. Caramel looked out at the floor and the mass of ponies crushed up on it, each one twitching or gyrating in time to the phat beats being laid down by the DJ. Glow sticks hovered in the air all over the club. The air was sweltering with body heat and Caramel loved it all. This was his scene, the place where he felt most at home. Sure he was a farm hand most of the year, but he always knew that he was a raver at heart.
Caramel switched his attention from the dance floor to the turntable temptress controlling the music. The DJ, a very pale grey mare; nearly white with a shock of two toned blue for a mane was bopping her head in time with the music. Her eyes were hidden behind a pair of magenta sunglasses. As far as he knew, nopony had ever actually seen her eyes behind the shades. She went by the stage name of DJ-PON3, but Caramel had no idea as to what her real name was. All he really knew was that she was one of the hottest ponies he had ever lain eyes on. In his jerk off fantasies, she was the prominent player.
At the moment, the DJ appeared to be busy loading out a new set of records, so Caramel made his way onto the dance floor. He would be the first to tell you that he wasn’t the greatest dancer on the planet, but he wasn’t awful either. He had seen the thing the young librarian in town called dancing; a Spastic seizure was more like it.
Threading his way around several mares thumping their heads to the music, he found a small space that was still relatively clear of other ponies and Caramel began to move to the music. Soon he was just as lost as all the others around him, his every movement in time with the throbbing bass. Up on the stage, the DJ’s horn was aglow, creating a laser show from the tip.
“WHAT UP, EVERYPONY? THIS IS YOUR MINSTREL OF MUSIC, THE DEVIOUS DIVA OF THE DISKS, DJ-PON3! ARE YOU ALL READY TO GET CRUNKED?” She yelled into a mic she had set up on the stage. Various cheers and yells greeted her over the blaring music. She loved her job, even though it never really seemed like work to her. Revving up another record, she set the music flowing before motioning for her backup DJ to take her place. The replacement, a close friend of hers called Neon Lights, who went by the stage name of MC-WISH instantly took her place on the turntables. Vinyl had the urge to dance and mingle with the local colour. Her head bopping in time with her music, she walked down the stairs to the dance floor, her shaded eyes scanning for anypony who met her standards. She had an urge tonight and there would no doubt be a stallion out there in the crowd tonight who could do nicely.
Moving throughout the crowd, giving and taking hoof bumps with a number of guests, she evaluated the potential crowd. Most of the stallions present seemed to be with somepony, and she wasn’t about to break up a relationship just for a one night stand; she wasn’t doing that again anytime soon. What she wanted was one who was alone, but also clearly shy and timid. They were always so much sweeter to take than the ones who already knew what they were doing; It took some of the fun out of it if the other stallion was a confident and strong lover. She liked ponies who looked to her for praise and reward.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught what looked like the perfect catch. A light brown earth pony stallion appeared to be dancing; she was being generous with that description. Slowly she walked up to him, taking her time and making sure to put on a seductive strut. The stallion didn’t seem to notice however, he was lost in his own little world. She sighed and moved closer before brushing her tail against his nose. That got his attention and he stopped dancing to take a solid look at her.
Caramel’s jaw dropped when he realised just who was standing before him. DJ-PON3 in all her neon glory. Glow sticks covered much of her body, with a small one forming a ring around her horn. Caramel took a quick look up at the stage and saw what could only be described as a male version of her now manning the turntables. His heart raced as he thought about his idol standing right there before him. His first thought was to drop to the ground and begin kissing her hooves. His second one was to try and play it cool. What he ended up with was blathering mess of half words that he was sure sounded like he was having a panic attack, which in a sense he was. The DJ just smiled at him until he shut up.
Once she was sure that Caramel was done, she leaned in close so that they could talk without having to shout at each other until they were hoarse. “Well hey there cutie, you look like you were having fun.” DJ-PON3’s voice was surprisingly soft when she wasn’t shouting into the microphone. Caramel could just make out the feminine undertones.
’Oh my gosh, she is talking to me. Ok Caramel, you can do this. Just play it cool like you have never done before.’
“Uh, Hi?” he finally managed to blurt out. Inwardly, he punched himself. ‘Uh, Hi? Is that the best you got? You sound like a three year old. Get it together, Caramel.’
The DJ just appeared to grin wider. He was perfect. All she had to do now was to seal the deal; not that it would be hard with this one. She could almost see him drooling over her already.
“I…I really love your music,” Caramel managed to stutter out.
The DJ was in no mood to play games tonight. Rather than continuing with small talk, she decided to just lean in and planted a kiss directly on his lips. If that scared him off, then he wasn’t the right pony for her anyway. Caramel froze at the unfamiliar sensation. He had kissed a mare before, but not like this. She was forceful, pushing her tongue up against his mouth until he opened and allowed her in.
Caramel couldn’t believe that this was happening. This was the kind of thing that he had always dreamed would happen, but not in real life. For a moment, he thought that maybe this was a dream, but that thought vanished as he felt the DJ shove her tongue down his throat.
“You know what, I’m feeling generous tonight. You look like a hot piece of stallion. Care to join me in my backstage room. I’m sure we can find something to do that you will like.” The DJ swished her tail under Caramel's nose again and she knew that she had him.
“Like what?” He asked. Was he really that naive?
“Oh, I don’t know. Use your imagination,” She pouted at him. Not bothering to wait for his answer, she grabbed one of his forelegs and started pulling him through the crowd. Ponies around them either started cheering for him or offering themselves in his place. Clearly they knew what was coming. She grinned at everypony around her and flicked her tail once, giving everypony a quick flash of her curvy rump in the flashing light of the club.
Cheers and whoops followed as she half dragged Caramel into the doorway leading to the backstage area.
The DJ led Caramel into her private dressing room. It was a well appointed little room. A large couch took up one wall. A mirror sat on a desk along one of the others. Cans of hair spray and gel littered the entire room, along with half eaten bits of food. A large poster of a grey mare holding a cello hung from a hook up above the door. Unlike the rest of the room, this poster still appeared to be quite clean.
Caramel was dragged into the center of the room before the door slammed shut behind him, caught in the DJ’s red magical aura. She turned to look at him, “So you want to be top or bottom?”
Caramel was intrigued by the question; surely as the stallion, he would be the top. “What do you mean? You’re a mare, aren’t you? Wouldn’t that make you the bottom?”
DJ-PON3 grinned at him; she loved the part that came next. It never failed to produce some… interesting results. “Am I?” she replied as she sat down, leaning into a couch that she had stashed along the wall. Sitting in an odd position she was able to spread her legs apart for Caramel to see. Caramel couldn’t help himself and his eyes strayed south of the border. What he saw left him stunned.
She was a He!
Nestled between the DJ’s legs was a pair of balls and the beginnings of a shaft still in its un-erect state. Caramel eyes were transfixed on it and while he knew that he shouldn’t be looking, like a wagon wreck, he just couldn’t look away. He felt his jaw drop open and he must have looked like an idiot, just swaying slightly on his hooves and staring at another stallion’s package.
After what felt like a full minute, he finally managed to get out one question, “Who…Who are you?”
“I’m DJ-PON3, but you already knew that,” the sitting stallion replied. He was grinning widely, as if he was enjoying being perved on; something Caramel though he probably did. “I suppose you want to know who I really am though. I was born as Vinyl Scratch.” He lifted up his sunglasses to reveal a pair of piercing red eyes. Caramel saw it from the corner of his eyes, but he just couldn’t tear his eyes away from the flaccid dick on display before him. Vinyl knew that he was staring but he didn’t seem to mind. “See something you like?” he asked. While the voice was still the same as before, still more feminine than masculine, something had changed in it.
Caramel didn’t reply, he was still stuck looking at the object before him. All of a sudden, he thought of all his masturbation fantasies where he had pleasured himself to thoughts of this mare… stallion, he had to correct himself. The proof was staring him right in the face. To his embarrassment, Vinyl’s shaft began to peek out of its sheath, hardening and lengthening into its erect state. Vinyl grinned at him. “Looks like little Scratch wants to come out and play.”
Still staring at the now hardening dick, Caramel licked his lips, his mouth suddenly dry. He had never entertained ideas of spending time with another stallion before, but right now, he could feel his own dick begin to harden under him.
“Have you ever been with a stallion?” Vinyl asked him.
“I-I’m not gay,” he replied. “I like mares.”
“I’ll take that as a no, then. Just because you like mares, there is no reason you can’t try stallions as well. I like mares too, but there is something undeniably hot about doing another dude.” Vinyl’s dick had reached full length while he had spoken, and he had begun to stroke himself with his front hooves.
Vinyl’s horn began to glow in a soft red aura and Caramel suddenly found himself being pulled towards the most effeminate stallion he had ever seen. Vinyl dumped him on the floor just before the couch, so that his penis was waggling just a few centimetres from Caramels face. Caramel sat down hard on his rump, his eyes never leaving Vinyl’s cock for a second. No matter what he had said, it was clear that Caramel was more into dick that he had admitted to himself.
Caramel watched as a small bead of clear liquid welled at the top of Vinyl’s cock. He had never seen another stallion’s member before, certainly not this close. It was thick and veiny; he could see it twitch slightly every time that Vinyl moved his hooves along it. A small part of Caramel wanted to reach out and lick the bead free from Vinyl’s dick, which another larger part of him was crying out for him to just turn tail and run. In the end though, it was Vinyl who made the decision for him.
“Touch it,” he commanded in a breathy voice. Caramel’s hooves began to move up as if they had a mind of their own and soon they touched Vinyl’s member for the first time. Caramel marvelled at the sheer heat coming of it; it was warm and surprisingly yielding to his touch. He could faintly feel Vinyl’s heartbeat through it. As he ran his hooves along the hard pole, the bead at the tip began to get bigger. Caramel could see Vinyl close his eyes in pleasure; the unicorn lightly moaning and gasping as he jacked the dick before him.
Each moan and twitch Caramel was able to elicit from Vinyl increased his confidence. He wasn’t quite sure why, but what he was doing felt natural to him. He slowly increased the pace of his jacking and soon his hooves were gliding along the shaft with ease. the bead on the top of Vinyl’s dick had swelled and begun to flow down along the shaft, coating it and Caramels hooves. It had a very sour odour to it, but Caramel didn’t mind. His own cum didn’t smell all that fantastic either.
After a few minutes of rubbing his hooves over Vinyl’s steely rod, Vinyl put one of his hooves on Caramel’s head, causing him to look up and stop. “Enough of the warm up for now. You’re doing a great job for a first timer; almost a natural, you might say. But it is time to move onto the main course, so to speak. Suck it.”
Caramel hesitated. Jacking off another stallion was one thing, but he wasn’t sure that he actually wanted to give out a blowjob. Vinyl saw his hesitation and once again got things started. “Oh, alright. I’ll go first.” he pushed Caramel down onto his back and jumped off of the couch onto the floor next to him. Vinyl’s member bounced around as he did so, causing small spurts of his pre-cum to glob in all directions. Ducking down between Caramel’s legs, he splayed them wide, leaving Caramel’s dick standing proudly at attention like a flag post. Not missing a beat, Vinyl leaned in and gave the shaft a long, sloppy lick from the base all the way up to the tip of the crown. Beneath him, he felt Caramel tense up the moment that he touched his dick. Vinyl grinned before he opened his mouth wide and swallowed the tip of Caramel’s cock.
Caramel’s eyes bugged out as he felt Vinyl engulf his pride. He had certainly never felt anything like this before. Vinyl’s mouth was so warm and wet, and his tongue was stroking the sensitive underside. It took nearly all of his willpower not to shoot his load right there. Vinyl seemed to notice as he redoubled his efforts and locked Caramel’s dick in a death grip before slowly taking more of it into his mouth.
Vinyl could feel every vein and ridge on Caramel’s cock as he swallowed it down. When he had taken a little under half of it, he felt it tap against the back of his throat. Vinyl had to back off slightly before he began to choke; his ability to work through his gag reflex was lacking at best. Instead he rose up again until only the very tip of Caramel’s cock was still in his mouth. Looking up around the horsemeat lodged within him, he saw that he had Caramel’s full attention and it was clear that Caramel was not going to do anything to stop him.
Giving Caramel a strong suck, Vinyl teased out a few drops of his pre-cum. It was sweet and reminded him of the taste of candy apples. Once he was sure that Caramel was watching, he engulfed his shaft again and really began to get into his blow job. Vinyl was skilled and he knew just how to flick his tongue so that it stimulated Caramel’s dick.
Vinyl began bobbing up and down on Caramel’s cock quickly, sucking hard and swirling his tongue around the shaft. He could tell that Caramel was getting close; it almost seemed that the earth pony had never had a blowjob before. Within moments, Vinyl felt Caramel’s dick harden and his crown expand. Caramel’s balls tightened under Vinyl’s chin and he quickly pulled almost all the way off and began to flick just the twitching tip of Caramel’s dick.
With a groan, Caramel arched his back and let fly with a massive burst of his cum. The first rope hit the back of Vinyl’s throat and he tasted the salty goo. Two more ropes quickly followed. With his mouth party filled, Vinyl pulled back off of Caramel’s dick entirely and aimed the tip directly at his face. Another rope blasted out and landed on Vinyl’s face, splattering his mane with pearly white.
Caramel just watched in pleasure as he covered Vinyl with his load. While it wasn’t the biggest load he had ever produced, it was still more than enough to splatter Vinyl’s face and mane with a half dozen ropes. Eventually however, his climax came to an end and Caramel’s dick slowed to a dribble. He heaved with exhaustion and looked down at Vinyl. Vinyl was covered all over his face. Globs of cum hung from his muzzle, were matted into his mane, slowly dripped from below his eye.
Vinyl began to scrape the cum from his face and mane, licking his hooves clean of the tasty seed. “How was that?” He asked the dazed earth pony. Caramel panted up towards the ceiling a few times, trying to get his breath back.
“That… Was… Amazing. I didn’t know it could feel so good.”
Vinyl licked up the last of Caramel’s cum and smiled at him. “Males always give better blows because they know exactly what feels good to them, so they can do it to others. Just like mares are better at eating other mares out.” He paused for a second before turning over onto his back again. Vinyl’s dick was still painfully hard and leaking pre-cum like a fountain. “Turnaround is only fair play,” he said, indicating his throbbing tool.
After what he had just experienced, Caramel could hardly say no to this request a second time. “I’ve never done this before,” he muttered.
Vinyl shook his head. “Doesn’t matter to me. Half the fun is learning, and I can teach you plenty. Just start by doing to me what I did to make you feel good. Lick and suck, but watch the teeth.”
“Alright,” Caramel nodded. He leaned forward and took hold of Vinyl’s slick cock with his hooves again. The head was oozing and clear pre-cum leaked down onto his hooves. Taking a deep breath he opened his mouth and gave the tip just a tiny lick, tasting the bead that was welling. It seemed sweet and not as bitter as the smell had suggested. As soon as his tongue touched it, Vinyl’s cock twitched in his hooves. Caramel laughed slightly, watching it bob around. He came in for a second lick, this one longer and moving from the base nearly all the way up to the tip. Vinyl moaned and grabbed the back of Caramel’s head.
Caramel felt Vinyl pull him down and around his throbbing cock. The taste of his leaking pre-cum filled his mouth and Caramel quickly began to bob his head on the stiff pole. His movements were clumsy, graceless, but he soon found a simple rhythm to the action. Just like before when he was jacking Vinyl’s dick, he noted that this felt right. Maybe he was gay after all. Certainly he felt that this was something he would like to happen again.
Above him, Vinyl continued to moan and rub his hooves through Caramels chestnut mane. “Ohh, yes. Right there,” he absently moaned out as Caramel sucked on his dick, “That’s it, just like that.” He could feel a twitch in his balls and he knew that this lesson wouldn’t be able to continue for all that much longer. Caramel was turning out to be a skilled cocksucker and Vinyl doubted that this really was his first time.
After a few minutes of Caramel’s attention, Vinyl felt the sudden surge from his nuts that signalled that his ejaculation had reached the point of no return. “I’m cumming,” he gasped and with both of his hooves, he pulled Caramel down as deep on his dick as he could go. Caramel tensed up and tried to pull back, afraid of choking, but Vinyl held him fast. Vinyl’s dick gave one powerful spasm and Caramel felt the first wave of cum line the back of his throat.
He gagged at the feeling of the slimy liquid coating his mouth, with a second burst joining the first and quickly beginning to fill his mouth. All the while, Vinyl was holding him down and beginning to buck his hips forward, pressing the tip of his throbbing shaft right up against the back of Caramel’s cum lined throat. Caramel couldn’t breathe and he had no choice but to swallow down Vinyl’s salty seed. Within moments however, Vinyl had replaced it with a new load of cum and Caramel couldn’t keep up. Small dribbles of white began to seep out from his mouth and onto his hooves; He had never released Vinyl’s dick.
After what seemed like ten minutes to him, Vinyl eventually began to settle down; his steady stream of cum slowed to erratic spurts and Caramel felt him start to soften and shrink inside his mouth. Vinyl released Caramel’s head, and the earth pony came up for air. His lower jaw was now streaked with Vinyl’s seed and he flopped back onto the floor. Vinyl grinned at him before getting up and levitating a towel over to him. Caramel grabbed the towel and began to wipe his face clean.
“So, how did you like that?” he asked Caramel. “Still think that you only like mares?”
“Maybe, maybe stallions aren’t so bad after all,” Caramel admitted. He had enjoyed this more that he wanted to let on, but Vinyl seemed to be able to tell anyway.
“Would you every like to try this again?” the DJ asked. “I can teach you about more than just blowjobs, you know.”
Caramel laughed slightly, “Yea, maybe next time I can get some tickets to the club you can show me a little more. Until I knew you were a dude, I always thought that your flank was the sexiest thing I ever saw.”
Vinyl smiled and shook his plot in the air. “How ‘bout now?”
“I still think it’s the sexiest thing I’ve seen.”
Vinyl’s horn glowed. A small paper ticket floated up from the desk. Caramel saw that it was an all access pass. “I got a massive gig coming up in Canterlot in a few months time. You should come along, if you have the time.”
Caramel took the ticket and looked it over. It was real and would entitle him to go anywhere he wanted, even into the backstage areas of the show. He thought about it, pictured Vinyl’s pert rump and his mind was made up for him. “Yea, I think I can wrangle some time off around then.”
Vinyl licked his lips and levitated his sunglasses back over. He gave Caramel one final shake of his plot, emphasising the fact that you could see his junk hanging out the back if you looked. Caramel found the sight alluring, but it was clear that they were done for the night. “This can be all yours, next time. For now, I need to prepare for my next set.” He put his sunglasses back on, and once again Caramel saw the mare, DJ-PON3 standing in Vinyl’s place.
Caramel secured the ticket in his bit bag and slowly made his way towards the door. He had had an amazing night out, far better than he had expected it would be. He didn’t feel ashamed from what he had just done, just the opposite; he felt liberated. He had just had sex with the pony of his dreams, and it didn’t matter anymore that she was actually a he. He figured that Vinyl was going to feature even more prominently in his fantasy’s now, legs spread and shaft standing up proudly, urging him to suck on it.
Just as he was about to walk out of the door, Vinyl called out and stopped him. “Wait a second. I don’t even know your name, hot stuff.”
“It’s Caramel.”
“Well then, Caramel. If you are ever in the area again, drop by the club. You just made the V.I.P list.”
Caramel thought about it for a second. “Maybe I will, maybe I will.”