> The Difference Between Scratches and Scars > by The Mad Clopper > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Relationships Aren't Always Complicated > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- “So, how did ya two meet then?” ---------- Macintosh Apple punched open the door into the small changing room with a single strike from a  forehoof. Wasting no time he barged right in, the door harmlessly bouncing off of him. Mac ignored it, more occupied with the mare wrapped around his harness and her face smashed into his. Their tongues wildly thrashed at one another, neither able to claim any ground as they went back and forth. As the two entered fully, Vinyl Scratch lit her horn and slammed the door closed. When it was apparent the latch was broken, she shoved a dresser against it to deter anypony (mainly her manager) wanting to come in. After tonight’s performance, she’d be lucky if he ever came back, although with any luck maybe this red stallion would. A more than favorable trade off, considering the lust between them. The room was small and dimly lit. A single light hung from the ceiling, the pull cord half missing. There were no windows, just the before mentioned door and some furniture. A large, half shattered mirror sat above a vanity, which only held a few different mare cosmetics, greatly fewer than what the average performing mare would have. But Vinyl knew her music was more important than her looks. Even this pony, “Big” Macintosh Apple, whom she’d only met hours ago, made her reconsider those thoughts. Suddenly her appearance did bother her; this silent type stallion was looking at her in the way she’d only dreamed a stallion would. Genuine interest. Sure, she’d had many a fling with ponies, but none of them were really interested in her or her music. They just wanted to be with DJ Pon3, the greatest rave pony and disk jockey ever. Macintosh grabbed Vinyl, pushing her away and practically throwing her onto the dinky couch, if it could even be called that, before removing his harness. With a tug of her magic, Mac’s hooves stopped. Confused, Mac tilted his head; she shook her head no, leave it. I want it there, need it there for better grip. Well, maybe that wasn’t exactly what she was thinking, but only knowing the mare for a few hours, Macintosh had a pretty good guess. Macintosh walked closer, slowly, allowing the sway of his fallen member to swing about under his barrel. Vinyl didn’t even try to pretend to ignore it. She watched hungrily, ready, and above all else horny. The six beers helped with that first one… and technically the last one, too. Macintosh put his front hooves on either side of Vinyl on the couch. “Miss Scratch, are ya ready?” Vinyl’s right eye twitched, and with a slap of her magic, Mac found a sore spot on his left cheek. “Right, sorry, Vinyl. Are ya ready for a real rodeo?” Vinyl rolled her eyes. Corny, cheesy, doofus of a stallion, if you keep me waiting I’ll- Not waiting for an answer, Macintosh brought his lips to hers once again. The previous lust not lost, instead burning hotter as their tongues danced. Mac knew she was by far more skilled, but he wouldn’t let it be said that he didn’t try his hardest. Speaking of hardest, his member was already releasing a minor spot of pre-cum on the tip, and Vinyl quickly moved a rear hoof under the stallion to rub it. Mac’s breath hitched, and for a brief moment Vinyl grinned, victorious, as her tongue achieved new ground. “So, yer gonna be like that then, huh?” Mac said through two tongues, ready to double his efforts on the oral battlefield. Alas, Vinyl was a dirty mare, and she played dirty games, and with her forehooves busy rubbing his neck and occasionally gripping his harness, her rear legs were quite unoccupied. So she changed that, and began stroking the stallion off with large thrusts. “Ah! Damn, girl, I know yer eager, so am I, but a little warnin’ would be-” Vinyl grabbed Mac’s face, and instead of putting their mouths back together like they belonged, she ran her tongue up his muzzle, down his left cheek (where she’d slapped him no less). Stopping just above his harness, she began nibbling at his neck. Meanwhile, her rear hooves were working their magic on Mac’s penis, and he himself was putting in little thrusts when appropriate. “Girl, we keep this up, I’m gonna-” Vinyl bit harder into Mac’s neck, causing the stallion to give a large thrust. Vinyl suddenly felt something warm striking her stomach, and she paused momentarily to look under the stallion, currently ejacuating onto her white fur. A couple more spurts, and the pulses subsided. Vinyl stopped rubbing, and looked back to Mac’s face with a raised brow. Macintosh blushed deeply. “Um, well, ya see, I ain’t been with a mare in some time, so-” Vinyl locked lips with Mac, stopping his train of thought as he prepared for another round. After a few seconds of Mac thrashing his tongue around madly, he realized she didn’t put up any fight. Instead, she allowed him entrance, and as his tongue calmed down, hers began to join in again, only slower and more passionate. He didn’t understand the sudden change of mood, but whatever she was doing it was working, because after a few minutes of passionate kissing and rubbing each others necks, his penis began to harden once again. Mac broke the kiss for but a moment. “Wow, I’d never had my second wind come back that quick before.” Vinyl winked at him, then with a grin she slapped him on the face, knocking him back. “Hey! What was-” Then she tackled him. So caught off guard by the action he lost his balance and toppled onto his back, his member aiming for the ceiling. He had time to let out a breath of air, then she landed on his stomach, straddling him, her forehooves digging into his chest and rear hooves rubbing his bulky sides. Vinyl was grinning ear to ear. “Oh, so ya think ya won, huh?” Vinyl nodded, clearly, since I’m on top. Mac grinned, and swung one of his forehooves back and gave her flank a mighty slap. Her ears shot up, and she shuddered at the contact, goose pimples coming and going all over her body. Now Macintosh grinned. “Gotcha.” Vinyl’s previous grin shrank, and with her magic, pulled off Mac’s harness. His head dropped  onto the floor without a care. She put it on; it was beyond too big, almost going past both shoulders, but she didn’t care. Lifting her rump, she lined up, and began lowering onto the stallion. “Ooooooh…” Vinyl’s grin returned. Gotcha. While Big Macintosh was himself a big pony, his “equipment” was fairly standard. Vinyl knew from experience the only way to get something really big was to fuck a zebra, but most of the time it was just uncomfortable and awkward, because they usually never lasted more than a couple minutes. No, ponies, earth ponies to get more specific, were always the best chance of a good lay. Vinyl slowly lowered herself down. His dick was, for the most part, dry, and while she was excited, she wasn’t much of a fountain herself, so she didn’t want to just drop down and cause both of them possible pain. Although, from Mac’s goofy expression, she thought he might not have even cared. Being a fresh new lay, she didn’t want to risk anything before she’d had her fun. Inch after incredible inch she finally sat into his lap, his penis comfy warm inside her, and she let out a content sigh. Earth ponies. Always fit. The best. Mac, absent minded, had begun to rub her cutie marks with his hooves. His back legs were pretty much immobile, the position making them useless. “Oh Celestia, girl, you’re perfect.” Vinyl smiled, then began to lift off of Mac. His hips tried to follow along, not wanting to leave her touch, so she had to reach around with a forehoof and push at his inner thigh. Once she was past his medial ring, she brought the hoof to her face and spat into it. Mac marveled at her flexibility, as she reached it around and began to rub it along his length, lubricating his shaft so they could start the show. Vinyl brought her hoof back to land on Mac’s chest, but before she could do that, he pulled his upper body towards her, and took her hoof in his, and licked it. She felt those goose pimples coming back again. Okay, holy fuck that was hot. Needing no new motivation, she lowered herself back down, her saliva finally doing the trick and making their joining more favorable. Mac released her hoof, allowing her to put it back onto his chest for balance, as he laid back down onto the floor, never breaking his eye contact with her. She couldn’t break eye contact, and the more she stared the more she blushed. His massive, green eyes were beyond mesmerising, and she’d be lying to herself if that wasn’t the first thing that got her attention hours ago. Just thinking about it made her feel more drunk, although not on any alcohol. Before long, she found a steady rhythm of going up and down on Mac, a bit slower for his taste, but she was in control, so it was her pace to set. After the first minute of that, Mac began to meet her half way with his own hip thrusts. The two had a steady pace going, Mac making her bounce on him. She idly stroked his rear legs with her tail, causing them to twitch involuntarily, and her rear hooves had given up their role of rubbing his sides to properly straddle him. Plenty lubed by now, Vinyl went to adjust herself and removed one of her hooves from Mac’s chest. Mac stopped her hoof with his own, and at her confused look he brought it close and spat into it. Vinyl stopped moving, and Mac was only able to manage small thrusts from the floor. “What?” Vinyl raised a brow at him, her hoof hovering over his chest as it dribbled saliva. Um, dude, that was gross. “I uh, thought ya were gonna lube up again.” Vinyl bottomed out on the stallion, wiggling her hips. He could feel what he assumed were her fluids start to trickle onto his balls. “Oh… I guess yer past needing help, huh?” She wiped her hoof onto his side, then when she was sure it was as clean as can be, returned it to his chest. Macintosh sighed. “Sorry.” Vinyl reached over and gave his nose a quick kiss, then sat back straight. I know you are. Vinyl went up and down on him again, and quickly Mac began meeting her mid-thrust once more, only this time with more forceful thrusts. Mac’s mouth was closed tight, his bare neck twitching. He’s getting close. Vinyl stepped up her pace, with Mac eager to match it, and then some. Soon Vinyl’s mane was bouncing back and forth over her face. Her tail was trying to wrap itself around his legs, but they were bouncing too much and it just kept on slipping off. Vinyl had a large smile on her face, bouncing up and down wildly, her hooves digging into Mac’s chest and rubbing his fur, sometimes tracing lines on his skin. At seeing her smile, Mac smiled back, and every third or so bounce surprised her with a mid-thrust, and then a sudden large one. At the fourth or so large thrust, Vinyl’s mouth opened wide, nothing coming out, and her eyes closing tight. Mac swore she’d stopped breathing for a couple seconds, before realizing that his dick was being constricted by her walls. For several seconds, dare he think half a minute, he could feel his penis being massaged by her passage twitching and pulsing with activity. “Did… did ya just cum, girl?” She was either nodding her head, or she’d gone limp from him thrusting. Either way he slowed down to a stop, allowing the mare to catch her breath. “I know, jus’ teasin’ ya,” Mac said between his own breaths. Bastard... Finally, with the sexual tension in her body released, and mixed with the alcohol in her system, she collapsed onto his chest, popping herself off his shaft. He flexed his penis, slapping her flank playfully. “So what, I don’t get to finish?” Vinyl lifted herself back up part way, magiking his harness off of her and tossing it onto the couch. Fine. She kept contact on his stomach as she spun herself around to face his dick. It was well lubricated all right, as well as some more pre coming out his tip. With no warning, she took the tip into her mouth, lowering herself just above the medial ring, and began bobbing. Mac groaned in pleasure. “Not as good as yer puss, but damn.” Vinyl moaned in agreement, sending shivers down Mac’s spine. He went to lick at her pussy, but she quickly swatted his face away with her tail. “Oh come now, I just want a taste.” Vinyl hesitated on his penis for a second, then with another hum she continued bobbing her head, and her tail moved away. He got one good lick out of her pussy, then her tail slapped him and returned to covering her. “I want more.” She took a hoof and traced along his scrotum, causing his hind legs to straighten out on impulse. “Fine! You win.” Vinyl hummed again on his penis, and increased her bobbing. Not even thirty seconds later, Macintosh finally felt his second approach. “I’m nearly there, girl.” Vinyl purred, her tail flicking. “Are you sure you’re done?” She moaned twice. Big Mac stared at Vinyl’s white flanks, “So wait, is that twice for yes, more? Or yes, yer done?” Only knowing the mare for a few hours, he hadn’t figured out all her motions yet. Vinyl lowered her head down onto his dick, pushing the tip into the entrance of her throat. Mac bucked his hips into her face. “Okay! Okay! Sorry!” Vinyl pulled back, and after another bob of her head she felt his tip flaring, and pulled back just enough to leave the head in her mouth, her tongue flicking at the tip. “Here it comes!” About damn time, stud. Not as potent as his first ejaculation, he cummed into her mouth with a couple strong strings of seed. His member throbbed, twitching as it pulsed against her tongue. A tingling sensation went through his body as he came, then it tapered off quickly as his climax ended. Removing her mouth, she rolled his semen around on her tongue to get a good taste. Apples. Why am I not surprised? Then she swallowed it, and gave a quick lick of his deflating shaft to clean it of any remaining residue. Macintosh let out a contented sigh, euforia spreading through his lower body, his heart finally calming. As she’d done before, she turned on him, belly to belly, to face him, resting her head on her forelegs as she stared at him panting. Mac lifted his head to speak, but quickly dropped back to the floor, exhausted. Vinyl’s horn lit up, and picked his head up off the ground and placed a pillow underneath. “Thank ya kindly.” Vinyl scooted herself forward, now on his chest, and gave his muzzle a kiss. Mac brought his forelegs around her, wrapping her in a hug. She, in turn, placed her head just under his chin, resting on the side of his neck. They both let out a contented sigh, and before long fell asleep on the cold floor together. ---------- Mac blinked, then looked to the mare poking his side. Vinyl had a brow raised, one hoof hovering by his barrel, the other pointing ahead of them. He looked forward again, and his sister Applejack was sitting there, forelegs folded over her chest, glaring. “Well? I asked, how did ya two meet?” “Uuhhh…" Remembering the first night they'd met, and their late night activity, he was thankful for his read coat to hide the small blush. "At a party.” “Since when do you go to parties?” Applejack asked skeptically. “I were invited.” “By who?” Vinyl jabbed Mac in the side, harder than before. “I know it’s none of her business, but she’s mah sister, and I’m not gonna hide anythin’ from ‘er.” Vinyl gave mac a flat stare. “Well, okay, hide nuthin’ else.” “Mac, how in Celestia’s name do you know what she’s even sayin’? She hasn’t spoken a single word since getting here.” “She’s mute, AJ.” Applejack’s eyes went wide. “M-mute? How in the- I mean, that isn’t- Wait, hold on a sec… she’s mute?” “That’s what I said.” Vinyl nodded in agreement. “Then how in the hell do ya know what she’s sayin’? She’s just gesturin’ with her hooves.” “Because I’ve spent enough time around her to understand what she wants.” Vinyl slapped her forehead. “Enough time? ENOUGH TIME? Mac, she just shows up out of the blue, sittin’ in our kitchen eating pancakes with Applebloom, and Granny’s as confused as I am, but Applebloom was happy enough to say that she’s yer marefriend! How long have you two been together!?” “Two months.” Vinyl stomped her hoof. “Sorry, three months.” Mac looked to Vinyl. “Wait, has it been three months already? Gosh time flies.” Vinyl nodded in agreement. “Three months? THREE MONTHS? All this time, you’ve been slacking on yer chores-” “No I haven’t.” “- being absent from our family dinners-” “Eenope.” “- going to crazy rave parties in the middle of the night-” “Do ya even know what a rave is?” “- and it’s all because yer with some mare?” Vinyl stomped her hoof, eyes squinting at Applejack. “No offense, Miss Scratch, but he’s my brother, and he can’t be out galloping with just any mare without consulting the family! It ain’t proper of an Apple!” Vinyl frowned with a crack of her neck, stood up, and took a step towards Applejack. Macintosh quickly held her back with a hoof. “Woah, easy there Vy, she’s just mad at me, ignore what she’s sayin’.” Vinyl flared her nostrils, her glare as hard as any apple tree. “Applejack, that was rude and mean. Apologize to my marefriend.” “Mac, you ain’t even told anypony yer datin’!” “Fine. AJ, this is my marefriend Vinyl Scratch, she prefers just Vinyl. Vinyl, girl, this is my sister Applejack, whose skull is thicker than any tree on this farm.” “Hey!” “Apologize to Vinyl, then I will apologize to you.” Applejack harrumphed, glaring at the white unicorn. Then with a sigh, she lowered her head and removed her hat. “I’m sorry, Vinyl, I didn’t mean anything personal by it.” Vinyl looked to Mac, who nodded his head, then she stepped up to Applejack. With a quick motion, Vinyl slapped AJ in the face, causing her hat to fall to the ground. Applejack turned to face the mare and start a brawl, but quickly found herself being wrapped in a hug. “Uh, what the-” “That’s her way of sayin’ sorry, too, fer surprisin’ ya this mornin’.” “Why’d she slap me?” “Because you said mean things to her, and she can’t say mean things back. So she slapped ya.” “Oh. Makes sense, I guess.” Hesitantly, Applejack hugged the mare back, then whispered, “Just if you ever do that again, I’ll slap back, harder.” Vinyl tightened her hug slightly, acknowledging Applejack's threat. Not hearing his sister’s whisper, Macintosh Apple let out a long, tired sigh. “Well, that went better than I’d hoped.” The farmhouse door crashed open, and in waddled Granny Smith wearing a baby’s bonnet, followed closely by Applebloom who was shaking baby rattles like maracas. “I’m gettin’ me some grand foals! Oh happy days are here again!” Vinyl and Applejack shared a glance, and with the tension gone began laughing together.