Something Different
“I wanna try something a little different,” Vinyl said, as she walked out of the bedroom, gazing at me with those beautiful eyes of hers, bright, scarlet, and full of lust. It was a look that I’d grown accustomed to in the few years that we’d known each other, and the lower half of my body instantly reacted to it. Well that, and to the fact that she had entered the living room wearing my favorite black and white striped thigh high socks, a pleated skirt that was so short her cutie mark was visible, and a white tank top that had been rolled up to just below her breasts.
“Hooo boy,” I said, trying to contain my own excitement. “What are you doing? We’re supposed to meet your brother and Octavia at the club in half an hour.” But Vinyl wasn't listening; she just crossed the room to where I was seated on the couch, climbed on top, and mounted me. The heat and moisture coming from her marehood was so overwhelming, I could feel it through my jeans. Was she not wearing panties? Fuuuuck, I thought, as she began to rub up against my body, she's not making it easy to say no. Then again, she never did; Vinyl was a very persuasive mare.
“Shhhh.” She leaned in, cradled my head in her hands, and pressed her lips against mine in a soft kiss. “They can wait.” Another kiss. “Besides, have you forgotten what today is?”
I looked at Vinyl for a second, before smiling.
“Of course I haven't,” I said, wrapping my arms around her slender body. It was hard to forget the happiest day of both our lives. No, not our wedding (although that was right up there); today was the anniversary of the day the two of us first met. “Two years ago today, I was closing up my uncle’s bar, when suddenly, a loud mouthed young mare, half in the bag, forced her way inside. She whined a lot, and drank a lot, then threw up, and passed out in my bed."
“Shut up, you ass,” Vinyl said, giving my shoulder a playful jab.
“Alright, alright,” I said, sliding my hands up Vinyl’s back, and under her shirt, “so what is it you had in mind?”
Vinyl gave a soft giggle, then dove forward, planting another kiss on my lips, a gesture which I happily reciprocated with equal force. It was just as magical as the first time, full of the same love, and a raw passion that drove me wild. It wasn’t long before our mouths opened, allowing our tongues to become entangled in a frenzied dance with one another.
Vinyl released a gentle moan to let me know that she was pleased with my efforts. Alright, time to take things up a notch, I thought, bringing my hands from her shoulders, down her back to her plush backside. However, before I could sink my fingers into her sweet, soft rump, Vinyl intercepted my wrists in her magic, and pulled them away.
“Uh uh uhhhh,” she taunted, taking my hands in hers, “I know you love grabbing my ass, but like I said, I want to try something a little different.”
I leaned back and groaned at my inability to achieve that tiny bit of satisfaction. Vinyl just laughed, and gave me a peck on the tip of my nose, before climbing off, and taking a seat next to me.
“I've noticed something, Zander,” she said, as she mockingly put her arms above her head and stretched so that her erect nipples pressed prominently against the thin, white fabric of her shirt, “after two years of knowing each other, you're still holding back when we fuck.”
Whatever blood that wasn't being used to keep my stallionhood hard, rushed to my cheeks.
Vinyl placed a comforting hand on my knee. “Look, just because you’re bigger than me, and stronger than me doesn’t mean I can’t handle anything you can dish out. You know that.”
I nodded. It was true; despite Vinyl’s short stature, and petite build, she was a tough young mare. And a dominant one too, which I learned from the many hours we’d spent in the bedroom.
“Good, because for our anniversary, I’ve decided that you're going to be taking the lead.” To emphasize her point, her hand moved from my knee, to my shaft, and she gave it a sharp squeeze. “And I want you to be as rough as you can; no holding back.” She released me, leaving my stallionhood to throb against my jeans.
Why does she have to be such a tease, I thought as I let out another loud groan. Yet at the same time, I couldn't help but crack a smile; this was going to be interesting.
I took a look around the room, trying to think of a good place to start, when my eyes landed on the wall across from us. That might be fun, I thought, remembering a picture I’d seen in a dirty magazine, where a mare was pressed up against the wall while performing oral sex on a stallion. It would certainly show Vinyl that I was more than willing to participate in her little plan.
“Alright then,” I said, climbing off the couch. I took Vinyl by the hand, and pulled gently until she followed. When she was on her feet, I turned her towards the wall, and shoved her in that direction. It wasn't a hard shove, but it was enough for her to get the idea, and she walked the rest of the way, her eyes locked on my own, and her bottom lip pinched seductively between her teeth, until her back bumped against the wall with a soft thud. In an instant I was on top of her, our tongues once again entwined in sloppy, uncontrollable kissing. But it was only for a moment; after all, we were in a bit of a hurry, and we didn't have time to waste on following our usual routine. I moved my left hand up her body, my fingers gingerly stroking her coat as they traced her outline, past her shoulders, to her ear (which I playfully tugged), to the top of her head.
“Hmmm, somepony’s a little anxious,” she hummed, as she allowed me to push her down until she was level with my crotch. She may have said that she wanted me to take the lead, but the way she eagerly undid my belt, and unbuttoned my jeans told me that she was looking forward to this just as much as I was.
With the layer of denim out of the way, Vinyl slipped her hand into the fly of my boxers, and fished around for my stallionhood. I loved it when she did that; the way she wrapped her fingers lightly around the shaft, and slowly stroked it from the head to the base, repeating the process until she thought I was good and ready, before finally freeing it from its cotton confines.
Vinyl looked up at me with her sultry eyes, then stuck out her tongue, to lick away the bead of precum that had begun to form at the head, not once breaking eye contact as she cleaned my cock.
“Well now, Mr. Large and In Charge,” she said, pressing my member up against her cheek, “how would you like to proceed? Would you like a nice, wet tongue bath?” She bowed her head under my stallionhood, and ran her tongue along its entire length. A sharp, pleasant shiver shot up my spine. “Or would you rather drive your big, hard cock as hard as you can down my throat?”
I gulped; was she serious? Sure, Vinyl could handle a deepthroat; she did it pretty much every time we fucked. But that was when she was in control. What if I was too hard? What if she chokes?
“Quit worrying, Zander. You're not gonna hurt me.” For a split second Vinyl’s teasing smirk melted into a warm smile; a little something to reaffirm her complete trust in me. Then as fast as it appeared, it was gone, replaced once again with hungry lust. “Then again, if you'd rather take it slo-glack-”
I didn't even wait for her to finish; while her mouth was open, I thrust forward, plunging my stallionhood deep down her throat.
Vinyl gave a gurgled moan of approval.
“Fuuuck,” I growled, as I slowly retracted my stallionhood. I looked down at Vinyl who, with the head of my cock resting in her mouth, gave me a satisfied smile, and a thumbs up. And that’s when I realized: she may have said that this was my anniversary present, but what she really meant was that this was my anniversary present to give to her. She may have preferred taking the lead in the bedroom, but she loved it whenever I exerted a little dominance. Even if it wasn’t that often. Fine, if that's really how you want it, I thought, placing my hand behind her head, and thrusting forward once more.
With Vinyl’s go ahead, I proceeded to repeatedly bury my cock in her throat. It wasn't quite the same as her pussy, but it still felt amazing, the way her muscles tightened, and slackened around my rod, as I switched from slow, and steady thrusts, to a more rapid rhythm with enough force to bounce Vinyl against the wall. All my wife could do was crouch there, perfectly balanced on the balls of her feet, while I vigorously fucked her throat. I was sure most other mares would have hated being treated this way, but not Vinyl; her muffled squeals and moans were proof enough that she was thoroughly enjoying herself.
Eventually my enthusiasm got the better of me, and I held her in close, all eleven inches of my stallionhood down her esophagus, until Vinyl started to gag, and was forced to push me away until she was once again able to breath. I’d thought for sure that might have put a damper on things, but Vinyl surprised me by placing her hands on my rump, pulling me in until her muzzle was pressed firmly against my groin, and held me still. Then she slowly began to remove me from her throat, while at the same time her teeth ever so gently dragged along the length of my dick.
“Oh shit - umff - that feels incredible,” I groaned, as she repeated the process of swallowing my stallionhood, only to slowly push me away again, tickling my sensitive flesh with her teeth. It wasn't long before I started to feel that familiar tingling in the tips of my toes that told me it wouldn't be long before Vinyl’s mouth would be overflowing with copious amounts of semen.
“Fuck, Vinyl,” I gasped, “I think I'm gonna cum.”
Vinyl just looked up at me, and gave me what I assumed was a ravenous grin (it was difficult to tell with my dick in her mouth). Then she pulled me in close, taking as much of me down her throat as the jizz started to flow. With Vinyl’s hands holding me steadily in place, all I could do was jerk my hips back and forth as she guzzled down load after load of my cum.
When she finally decided that air was more important than my pleasure, Vinyl let me go, and I stumbled backwards, my cock sliding out of her as I went, sending one last good spurt onto her shirt.
“Fuck, dude,” Vinyl said, between coughs, “that was amazing.” Without me to hold onto, she slid down until her rump hit the floor.
“Yeah it was,” I said, still trying to regain my balance.
“You know, I honestly didn't think you had it in you.” She dragged two of her fingers across her chest to pick up some of my remaining cum, and licked it away, until her hand was clean, finishing off with a hum of contentment. “I thought you might pussy out or something, maybe just take it nice and slow, but damn, Zebra boy, you gave my throat a good pounding.”
There was a moment of silence as Vinyl rose from the ground, and closed the gap between us. Before I knew it, she had wrapped her arms around me, and held me tight in a loving embrace, as her face nuzzled against my chest. I chuckled, as I ran one of my hands through her short, blue mane, while the other began fondling her rump; sure we’d just had a little fun, but if today was like any other day, then I knew that Vinyl wasn’t quite ready to let me call it quits. As my fingers sank into her beautifully soft flesh, my pinky touched something...odd. Curiosity getting the better of me, I fished around behind my wife’s back, until I hooked my finger around a small plastic ring.
“Uh, Vinyl, what is this?” I asked, giving the ring a soft tug.
Vinyl gasped, and her fingers dug into my back a little.
“That’s the second half of your present,” she said, her voice once again taking on that sultry tone that let me know break time was over. Slowly, she released me from her embrace, then turned and walked back to the wall, which she leaned against so her rump stuck out. Then with her left hand, she lifted her skirt, and pulled her tail aside to reveal the ring, which was tied to the end of a string, along with a small, purple ball that was poking out of her-
“Sweet Celestia,” I said, as I looked in disbelief at the display in front of me. “V-V-Vinyl, I-I-I…” I was at a loss for words.
“Now you have two options,” she said, gripping the ring with her thumb, and pulling until the little ball popped out of her anus, “would you like to thrust that cock of yours into my dripping, hot pussy, or would you like to try going balls deep into something a little - umff - tighter.” She accentuated the last word by giving her beads another tug.
I couldn’t respond; I was so taken aback by her offer, that my brain seemed unable to function. It wasn’t that I was entirely opposed to the idea, it’s just that we’d never tried anal before. Sure, Vinyl had teased it once or twice, but she always switched to her marehood at the last second. Now that it was a definite possibility, I couldn’t help but feel a bit intimidated.
“Dammit, Zander,” Vinyl shouted, shaking me from my thoughts. I looked up, and saw that her seductive gaze had been replaced with a look of annoyance. “Here I am, offering you the greatest anniversary present in Equestria, and all you can do is-”
Before either of us knew it, my body was pressed firmly against hers, both of my hands slipped under her shirt, squeezing her small breasts between my fingers. I found her left ear with my teeth, and gave it good nibble. Vinyl retaliated by grinding her ass against my hardening stallionhood, sandwiching it between her ample cheeks until it was completely erect again.
“That’s more like it,” she said, taking her hands from the wall, and placing them on my own. “So what’s it going to be? A?” She took my left hand, and slid it down her wonderfully toned stomach, to her drenched marehood. “Or B?” The other hand moved to her back, down the curve of her ass, to where the little ring dangled just under her tail.
I hooked my middle finger through the loop.
“Are you ready?” I whispered, making my decision.
“Are you, zebra boy?” She teased, grinding up against me to spur me on.
I moaned at the sensation of her soft rump rubbing up against me, and the idea that in a few seconds I would be buried deep within it sent shivers down my spine. With that in mind, I gripped the ring, and gave it a sharp tug.
“FuuuuUUUUUUUUUccckkkkkkkkkk,” Vinyl cried, as seven good sized beads rapidly popped out of her backside one after the other. There was a sudden flash of red light from her horn, then her legs gave out, and she fell to the floor, landing in a puddle of her on fluids.
“Are you alright?” I asked, suddenly realizing that pulling the beads out as fast as I could was probably not the right thing to do.
“Just - haaaa - fucking peachy,” Vinyl said in a mix between a grunt and a laugh, as she rode out her orgasm, “that - oh fuuuck - was way more intense - hooo - than I was expecting.”
“I’m sorry, I just-”
“It’s alright, just give me little warning the next time you yank anal beads out of my ass, okay? I won’t keep putting them in for you if you’re just going to rip them out like that.”
I nodded my understanding, and held out my hand to help Vinyl back to her feet. When she was once again standing, she retook her stance, allowing me access to her now empty rump. I wasted no time placing my hands greedily on each flank, ready for what was about to be the craziest experience of my adult life.
“Wait, there’s one more thing,” She said, just as I was about to make my descent. With a little more concentration than she would have usually needed, Vinyl levitated her purse over from across the room, and dug inside until she produced a clear, plastic bottle of what looked like some kind of oil. “You’re gonna need this.”
I took the bottle, and read the label. Lube. Duh. It made sense; it would have been a rough ride without it. I opened the bottle, and poured a good amount of the slick liquid into the palm of my hand, then rubbed it all over my stallionhood, making sure it was nice and oiled. As an extra precaution, I took the bottle, poured a little over Vinyl’s rump, and (after a few breaths to calm my nerves) began massaging it into her hole. Vinyl took a sharp breath, and let out a little whimper, as I prepared her for penetration.
“Okay,” I said, snapping the cap back on the lube, and setting on the floor, “are you ready?”
“Do it,” Vinyl said.
I lined my stallionhood up with her butt.
“I love you.” I gave her backside a gentle prod.
“I love you too.” Vinyl backed into my dick. “Now shut up, and fuck your sexy little wife in the ass.”
With one hand on Vinyl’s rump, and the other on my cock, I guided myself towards her hole. Initial penetration was difficult, to say the least. It was to be expected; the anus wasn’t exactly built to have foreign objects forced into it. Still, after a little pushing (and some rubbing of Vinyl’s sides to help her relax), the head of my penis sank into her rump.
“Sweet fucking Luna,” Vinyl cried, as she tried to hold herself steady. Her backside tightened, preventing me from going any further.
“It’s alright,” I hummed, tracing the outline of her eighth note cutie marks just the way she liked, trying my best to help calm her down. It seemed to work. After a few passes on her cutie mark, I felt her loosen a little, allowing me another couple of inches inside. This will have to do for now, I thought, pulling back enough so I was just barely inside, then, while still massaging her rump, I proceeded forth, diving in a little deeper. Inch by inch, I slowly progressed until eventually, the entire length of my stallionhood was inside Vinyl’s asshole.
“Fuck,” we cried in unison, after my final descent. It had only been a few seconds, but it felt like we had just taken part in the hardest rutting session of our lives.
“That - huff - took a lot of work,” I said, spreading Vinyl’s butt apart, and staring in disbelief at what I had just accomplished.
“But totally fucking worth it,” Vinyl growled, “now do it; pound my ass like you did my throat.” She wriggled her round buttocks, and tightened her already vice like muscles, bombarding me with an unrelenting shock wave of pleasure. I knew it was a taunt, and I couldn’t resist it.
With all the strength I could muster, I pulled back halfway, held it for a couple of seconds, before crashing forward again, knocking Vinyl against the wall. The sudden yelp wasn't exactly the reaction I was hoping for, so I decided to stick to a rhythm of slow, and steady thrusts, withdrawing my cock a little more each time, before plunging in again, trying to help Vinyl become used to my presence in her other hole. It seemed to work; after a few minutes of careful pumping, her backside relaxed enough, allowing me pick up a little more speed. Her ass felt amazing; it was tight, though not uncomfortably so, and thanks to the lube, it was nice and slick. It was an almost familiar feeling, but there was definitely a noticeable difference between the whole that I was attacking, and the one that had been left empty. Also, it was sexy as hell. Every once in awhile I’d slow down, and move her tail aside so I could watch as my stallionhood disappeared into her waiting depths.
While I was riding her ass with all the vigor I could muster, Vinyl, who had begun grunting and growling with primal lust, decided to have a little fun of her own; taking one of her hands off the wall, she brought it to the spot between her legs, the one usually occupied by my stallionhood, and began rubbing vigorously, sending sex juices splashing all over the floor.
“Having - unnfffff - fun yet?” I asked, giving Vinyl a slap on the rump. I couldn’t help myself; her rump was just so perfect, and the way it jiggled ever so slightly as my flesh came crashing into hers was absolutely mesmerizing.
Vinyl gave guttural moan, and looked back at me, the fingers that had been in her pussy, now in her mouth, her juices mixing with whatever was left of my semen.
“Shit,” I groaned. And there it was again; the familiar tingle had begun to spread up from my toes, to my testicals. It wasn’t going to be long now.
My fingers sank into Vinyl’s rump, as I picked up a more furious pace.
“Almost there,” I grunted, feeling the electric sensation begin to work it’s way up my back, and towards my horn. And that’s when I heard it; a soft ringing in my ears. At first I thought it was from the culmination of intense pleasure muffling my senses, but it had a familiar rhythm to it.
“Dammit,” I said, slowing down my assault on Vinyl’s anus. I looked down at her purse where the cell phone within was playing one of Vinyl’s songs, “that’s probably Strat wondering where we are.
“Word to the wise,” Vinyl said through labored breaths, “bringing up a mare’s brother while you’re eleven inches inside her asshole is a bit of a mood killer.”
Vinyl backed her ass into me, and I stumbled backwards into a puddle of mare juice and lube, taking Vinyl with me. If I hadn’t caught us in a levitation spell, we would have both ended up with injuries that would have been embarrassing to explain the cause of to the doctors.
Still intimately connected to Vinyl, I set us as gently as I could on the floor.
“Just a sec,” she said, rising up, and off my throbbing stallionhood, so she could find her phone, and swipe it to ignore the call. Then she turned, and sat on my lower abdomen, my hard member tangled in her tail, aching for release. “So, have you been enjoying your anniversary present?”
My entire body shuddered in response.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Vinyl gripped the bottom of her tank top, and pulled it up over her head, finally revealing her small, yet charming breasts. After tossing her shirt out of the way, she reached behind her back, wrapped her tail around my stallionhood, and began rising and falling, the loop of blue hair stroking my length, while using her other hand to fondle her tits. It didn’t feel nearly as good as anything else that we had done that night, but it was better than leaving it completely unsatisfied. “Now, I know I said that I wanted you to be in complete control today, and I honestly think that you’ve been doing a fantastic job.” She punctuated this statement with a kiss on the tip of my nose. “But would your feelings be hurt if I finished you off?”
“Just fucking do it already,” I growled.
Vinyl laughed at my anxiousness; she loved to hear me beg for it. She unwrapped her tail, and pulled it aside, then with her free hand, she grabbed my stallionhood, and lined it back up with her anus. “Here we go!”
Vinyl sat back with all her might, burying me in her ass in one go.
Red sparks filled the room as she came, but she didn’t let her orgasm get in her way. Through deafening cries of passion, Vinyl rose, so that only a few inches of me remained inside her tight passage, then quickly impaled herself on my hard member as hard as she could. Over and over she rose and fell, riding me much more vigorously than I had her just moments ago, proving that even when doing something new, I still had a ways to go until I was on her level.
As she rode me, I hungrily took in the visual; her eyes clenched shut, and her teeth gritted in concentration, the subtle bounce of her chest with every rise and fall, the sight of of her empty marehood, sloshing excited juices all over my once clean t-shirt, while my stallionhood was repeatedly jammed inside her tight anus. It was one of the wildest things I’d ever seen, even more so when Vinyl’s adventurous fingers found their way between her lower lips. Unfortunately the view was quickly obscured when Vinyl leaned forward, and began rubbing her horn against mine, sending a wave of post orgasmic heat to mix with the sharp tingles that signaled my own oncoming bliss.
“Fuck!” I roared, gripping Vinyl’s flanks as hard as I could, “Vinyl, I’m gonna cum!”
“Yes!” Vinyl moaned, as she sat up, and began to roughly massage her tits. “Release it all inside me.”
“Grrrraaaahhhhhh!” I couldn’t hold back any longer; thrusting my hips as hard as I could, I buried my cock in Vinyl’s tight tunnel, and unloaded wave, after wave of hot, sticky jizz.
“Fucking yes!” Vinyl shouted, as her horn once again erupted with red light, combining with my own blue aura, bathing the room in beautiful violet.
When the final few spurts were squeezed from my stallionhood, Vinyl rose shakily off, with a sticky, squelching sound, and slumped onto the floor beside me.
“Best fucking anniversary ever,” she hummed, as she cuddled up in the crook of my arm. Vinyl was always different after sex; she could be as ferocious as a timberwolf in the sack, but once her desires were fulfilled, she became as docile as a kitten. In a way it made me feel special. Around anypony else, she was a foul mouthed mare, who loved to drink, and make sexually explicit remarks, and sure all of that was part of her personality, but when she was with me, she felt at ease enough to show me a sweeter side that she only revealed to those that she cared about. Of course I had been threatened with bodily harm on numerous occasions to never mention this softer side to anypony else; she did have an image to maintain. “We’re definitely doing that again sometime.”
“Maybe just on special occasions,” I said, “I wouldn’t want to spoil you.”
“So, what, weekends?”
We both laughed at her obvious joke.
I turned onto my side to face my wife, and gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead, just beside her horn.
“Two years.”
“What?” I asked, pulling away slightly, so I could see Vinyl.
“We've been together for two years.” There was a look on her face, a mixture of excitement, and sadness. "I've never been in a relationship that long."
I took her hand in mine.
“And there are plenty more years ahead of us. If you’re up for it."
“Well, you are good looking, and sweet, and you’ve proven tonight that you’ve really improved in the ‘fucking my wife until she can’t stand’ department, so yeah, I think I’ll keep you around for a little while longer.”
Again, we broke out in a loud fit of laughter that echoed throughout the room
“I love you, Vinyl Scratch,” I said with a chuckle.
Although I couldn’t see it, I could tell that Vinyl was beaming in my arms.
“I love you, too, Zander.”
When we finally calmed back down, Vinyl slipped her hand under my shirt, and began to trace the outline of one of the scars on my back. I’d flipped out at her the first time she’d done that; the intimate contact against my scars had brought forth a wave of emotions towards the mare that had given them to me. Emotions that I had worked for years to put behind me. That time felt like an eternity ago. Now I associated the sensation with the love I felt for the mare beside me; it was one of those small reminders that we were both lucky to have stumbled into each other’s lives.
“Hey Zander,” Vinyl said, her muffled voice breaking the silence, “Shouldn’t we be getting ready to meet up with Tavi and Strat?”
“Nah,” I said, wishing to enjoy the peaceful moment between us just a little while longer. “Like you said, they can wait.” With another kiss on the forehead, I held Vinyl close for our usual post sex cuddle. Vinyl was right, I thought, nestling my face against my wife's head, this was the best fucking anniversary ever.