You Scratch My Back...
A flicker of Vinyl Scratch’s dusty eyelashes was all her green-coated partner got as warning before everything became a whirlwind of white fur, shock-blue manes, and paragraph-a-second babbles. Thankfully the trip was as short as it was mind-boggling, the rasp of the swinging-shut door letting him know he was now in the dark alleyways dotting Canterlot.
And the sign atop that door let him know that Cinnamon Chai’s Cozy Crib would be short two customers for the morning.
“Okay… what was all that about?!” he huffed, finally getting breath back into his… holy crap, did he even have lungs that big anymore? Few things in this world made sense, but the form he was in topped them all. And it wasn’t just because both the hair atop his head and his shaking limbs were the same sharp shade of emerald as his shirt used to be a world away. It was… well, how fast the white unicorn before him—and by the way, this place called Equestria was full of them, holy crap times two—had glommed on to him.
Like many times before though, he wouldn’t have the time to properly decipher the situation he was snout-deep in.
“No time, Anon. Sorry,” Vinyl said, almost married to the stucco wall Anon was peering around the edge of. “Can’t afford to lose sight of ya again—jeez, I don’t even know how you have the energy to sneak off every night.” Then, her eyebrows wiggled tantalizingly. “You trying to say I’m not mare enough for you, hot stuff?”
Well, at least Anon’s face wasn’t green anymore. Red wasn’t that much of an improvement though—especially when the raw intrigue firing up that blush “helpfully” reminded him just what exhausting endeavors he and Vinyl had gotten up to since arriving here. “N-not sure that’s the real issue here, Vinyl…”
“Yeah well, be lucky I know this town so thoroughly.” Vinyl sniffed disbelievingly. She didn’t press it, though. “Most ponies’d have you shut up in a room and never let out—what even is the place you came from before, man? Earth, or something?”
“...yeah. Got it.”
Well, the cat was out of the bag now. Indeed, Anon wasn’t naturally of this world, but the less said about tinkering with big hulking arches of technology one shouldn’t have, the better. Especially considering how he’d been ping-ponged within this equestrian-filled capital since.
“Sweet.” Vinyl’s tongue flitting across her lips like a lollipop had graced them certainly made for a sweet spectacle. “So count yourself lucky I spotted the fuzz before you did. How’d you get so many of Equestria's Royal Pains on ya, anyway…”
“Well, I mean... I did start this in the princesses’ castle.” Anon offered. “Didn’t have much time to talk, though, what with me freaking out and you breaking in and all the… really… sharp… spears…”
“Eh, don’t worry, they’re ceremonial.” Vinyl waved it off. “Probably just wanted to probe ya.” Vinyl’s breath hitched seeing all the color depart Anon’s face with the quickness. “For information, man! Chill!”
Anon only calmed a fraction, not wanting to let slip to this generous—and gorgeous—mare just what about that statement made him pale. “W-well, I’m with you now.”
“Yeah. You certainly are.” Was Vinyl’s voice supposed to sound that… possessive? Like a hungry lioness? “So don’t worry about those Guards. They only press the manager for information, and Chai doesn’t crack about customers. We’re good.”
“Guess that’s why you’re a regular there, huh?”
Vinyl’s eyes flashed in agreement. “You kidding? Just love being on the ragged edge of the law. Knowing every time I play or relax I might just be… pinned… and restrained… and told to stay silent…” Vinyl’s limbs rubbed together at the thought, her off-the-shoulder pink shirt and jean shorts scratching as sonorously as one of her records would. “It’s the best fuckin’ feeling ever.”
A wad of saliva started its slow, arduous journey down Anon’s throat. Yet, he didn’t run—if anything was obvious from this musical mare, it’s that he’d come to no harm near her. Quite the opposite, in fact. “Happy to know you like this life then, Vinyl.”
“Plus, I can heal any injuries anyway? Speaking of…” And then, Vinyl’s hoof started an adventure all its own, stroking along a sharp red line nearly splitting the question mark on Anon’s flank. He sucked in a breath at the light sting of pain. “Sure you won’t tell me who did that? I know it’s too light to leave a lasting mark, but…”
“No!” Anon’s refusal came out a bit louder than he would have wanted, but he couldn’t help it. “Nobody did that, Vin. I just… slipped. Decided to make my own way outta the jails this time—got a bit too tangled in the tree branches.”
Vinyl’s lip tugged up approvingly.
“Good work, coltscout!” she said. “Been noticing how daring you’ve gotten lately!” Her eyes flitted back to the alleyway again. It was still empty, save for the occasional pony trotting past its opening from the street beyond. “In fact… you wanna go another step further?”
“W-what, go back to Ponyville with you?” Anon asked. “As I said yesterday, I’m certain the train conductors have my missing poster. Gotta wait till the heat dies down, you know?”
Vinyl’s grin didn’t lower a bit. “Oh, no—I’m talking about stirring up some heat of our own, actually.”
Anon blinked again. Was Vinyl offering to help her tag somewhere? While her graffiti was amazingly artistic, and he was always eager to show his skills too, Vinyl had never seemed willing to let him. He had to be the lookout, the hoof-up into a picked-open window; he was the backup, never the star. And while it was a nice medium for him—especially since he was sure he came into this world with four left hooves—he didn’t think that’d be changing that fast.
Of course, one look at Vinyl’s naughty grin, and he suddenly realized just what Vinyl was really playing at.
“Wait, you mean that heat?” Anon spluttered. “B-but we... I mean…I’m flattered, but—!”
“Oh?” Vinyl’s eyebrow perked up. “But you were so happy to flatten me in the backrooms of Sassy’s studio.”
Vividly, the images started peppering Anon’s mind like buckshot. Vinyl arched back against him, naked and gasping. The spatula-like plaps of their colliding hips. The creak of the wood of that closet door, holding up against his pelvis-driven efforts to fuck the unicorn through it.
“Yeah, but… that was just because…”
”Cuz that fat fuckin’ beast between your legs hasn’t been tamed before.” Vinyl said, like she was simply talking about a missed drink order and not them bucking like jackalopes. “Would think you knew that after our time in the Canterlot Gardens, myself.”
Back came visions of the dewy brush of leaves against Anon’s heaving muscles, pricks of cold soothing his raging heat. Their lips created their own string of dew from how often they smacked and parted. The omnipresent sounds of meaty plaps, and suddenly, Anon had to clamp his legs to keep his erection from slipping its sheath. Futilely, though – he couldn’t keep it under control any better than Vinyl could, despite her enthusiasm. “But there wasn’t anypony else—”
“Or when we first had our night hiding in my studio?”
Anon’s forehooves slapped onto Vinyl’s withers to keep the carnal images that brought up from stopping his speech. “Whoa now! There are ponies walking just outside! If we do it here—”
In a flash, Vinyl was flush against Anon’s front, so close that he could feel his hooves tremble against his chest. But even that vibration didn’t compare to the heated thumps of Vinyl’s heart, almost calling to him with every beat.
“What?” Suddenly, Vinyl slid down Anon’s barrel, the stallion still frozen on his hindlegs. “That you’ve been here barely a month and you’ve already gotten lucky?” Her hooves traveled slyly down his side, grin hiking up at every twitch of Anon’s muscles under his coat. “That I still can’t find a reason to not have your cock in me?” Vinyl was kneeling now, her hooves at port and starboard around Anon’s length, half out of its sheath and bubbling with pre-cum despite its owner’s attempts to stave off his arousal. “That their wives, their special someponies, their loins are missing out on Canterlot’s best-kept secret?”
Anon would have responded, but he was certain any sound that’d burst out of his mouth would be incoherent at minimum. So he sidled himself behind the lip of the jutting wall, hiding himself at least from the passerby’s sight. Of course, if they dared look at the kneeling Vinyl, and what she was lavishing long licks upon, it wouldn’t be too hard for them to put two and two together.
Much like how Vinyl was pushing the bulb of his throbbing fuckstick against her lips.
“C’mon, Anon, let’s go. Don’t you wanna show me just how hard your rage against the machine’s made this bad boy?” Vinyl’s tongue certainly wanted to, as it swiped over Anon’s tool in loping laps.
Anon only gritted his teeth in response, shuddering hard against Vinyl’s ministrations. Electricity thrummed through his nerves, making the sun-bleached sky above almost blinding to him. He was torn, moreso with each second of this cock-hungry DJ’s mouth wetting his member.
But he didn’t pull away. Somewhere deep whin him, that burgeoning sense of bravado that he’d never know he could have as a four-legged beast was burning bright. Vinyl was right, much as he refused to voice it; he had become used to this. Used to being fucked. And more than used; eager as well, to push the envelope on just how far he could go on the fuel Vinyl’s passion pumped through his veins.
So he dared to look down, the hoof not braced against the wall nestling into the blue locks of Vinyl’s mane. It wouldn’t do for those baby-blue locks to get in the way of her licking and kissing—not when his dick was at full attention for that affection.
Even now, the sheer size of his stallionhood bogged his already sluggish mind. Its base—and the sack swaying underneath—served as a wonderful cushion to Vinyl’s drool-soaked chin. It stretched over Vinyl’s face, its tip now beading pre-cum halfway up her horn. His erection had to be at least a foot long, and every throbbing vein wrapped around it told Anon that it could easily rival one of the unicorn’s legs, too.
“Oooh...” Vinyl cooed another string of saliva soaking into her shirt as she gasped. “S’like you get bigger every day, Anon! Soon, I might not be able to get a word out ‘round you.”
Anon sucked in a breath. Now was the moment. “W-well, if you’re so worried about that—”
“But, what sorta musician would I be if I didn’t sound-check?”
In one swift second, Vinyl dragged herself back up to the tip of Anon’s tool and shoved it into her mouth.
Six inches got down the musician’s maw before the bulge would barrel no further. What did propel out was Anon’s moan, his gritted teeth and hoof no longer enough to keep him from keening at the volcanic feel of Vinyl’s mouth. The electricity in his body gave way to an overwhelming wave of pleasure, and he swore he could feel himself thicken several inches in diameter around Vinyl.
“By Luna’s grace… Vinyl…” The words came out from Anon’s mouth there hoarse and husky, like he’d been running a mile.
Vinyl smiled as much as she could around his stallionhood. Her hooves moved back to Anon’s sheath, teasing the skin around him to help him calm down. And then, she went back to her slurping session.
Anon’s mane was sticking to his temple from all the sweating he was doing. But Vinyl, now flush against the ripest part of him, was not put off in the slightest. Instead, her nostrils flared, lusting for oxygen and his pungent musk as much as her tongue thirsted for the pre-cum slicking her throat. Every orifice she had clamored for more of Anon—a thrumming need that was more difficult to deny with every passing moment.
And true to her word, Vinyl was definitely producing lewd sounds around the dick she was devouring. Each time Vinyl brought her head forward and back, scant centimeters of Anon’s massive tool penetrated her gullet. Between those eager thrusts, Vinyl’s gurgles gushed her saliva over his cockhead, an improvised set of melodious hums as she twisted her lips around his jade-green obelisk.
It was driving Anon crazy.
Then, Vinyl yanked her head off his rod, looked to the left, and grinned even wider. “Oh, whoops— looks like we found more admirers.”
Anon peeked around the lip of the wall and nearly choked on his saliva as Vinyl nearly had seconds ago. Their carnal show had indeed gotten a few stray stallions and mares peering around the corner to the alley, their gaze like daggers in Anon’s heart.
Oh no! He thought frantically, mind going a million miles a minute. What if they screamed? What if they call the Guard? What if—”
And then Anon’s train of thought jumped the rails as Vinyl’s tongue batted playfully at his still-hefty testes. His head smacked back against the wall, stars blasting off behind his eyelids as he struggled to push Vinyl away.
But his motions were sluggish, Vinyl’s mouth was relentless, and it took almost a half-minute before Anon got her unmoored from his mare-breaking tool to speak. “V-Vinyl, we have to get out of here, those are—oh holy shi~!”
Vinyl’s hooves shot over his shaft, massaging it from tip to medial ring and back. Again, Anon’s protests melted into a stuttered purr, and Vinyl took over from there.
“Relax, sport…” she cooed, Anon’s heavy length slapping wetly against her cheek as she worked it with her hooves. “They wanted to let Princess Sunbutt know, they’d have left already.”
Anon’s jaw worked as he struggled to point out that that could still be the case at any moment. But, given that at this current moment he was being invaded by bliss and heat, it was proving an impossible task.
“‘Sides, hot stuff…” Vinyl said. “I coulda taken this edge off with some Jizz Fizz, but the fuzz kept me from ordering one. Sooooo….”
Her lips settled snugly over his dick again.
“Give your DJ a drink, stud.”
Then Vinyl’s mouth closed over Anon’s erection again. Her lips were treading closer and closer to his medial ring with every trip over his length. Her hooves settled against Anon’s flanks and pulled, bringing her face closer to his lap.
Anon was a different story; his mind was an absolute shitstorm. Shame over being sucked off in an alley with enamored onlookers was threatening to wring tears from his shut eyes. But his hips were a different story, jerking lightly in tune with Vinyl’s throaty thrusts. Very soon, something was going to give in Anon’s pleasure-tortured mind.
When the pop of his medial ring slipping past Vinyl’s lips rang out, the scales of Anon’s mind irrevocably tilted toward one end. One erotic, ecstatic end.
Anon’s hooves, still in Vinyl’s mane, suddenly moved to wind around the back of her head. With the molecule-thin bit of patience he still possessed, he waited for the DJ to pull her lips back until they bulged around the tip of his girth. And then, in a move that made Vinyl’s pupils narrow to pinpricks, Anon shoved his entire cock down her gullet with one withering thrust.
The floor, Vinyl’s cheeks, Anon’s thighs: no place was safe from the strings of saliva spraying out from Anon’s licentious act. But again, Vinyl’s eyes told no lies; they were dilating in lust as she dreamily stared at the panting Anon. Surprise had given over to salaciousness in the unicorn mare, and she made no move to unroot herself from the fifteen inches of stallionmeat intruding on her breathing.
Anon was a hair more gracious, however, pulling back to let her suck in some much-needed oxygen.
“That… hard enough… for you?” he growled, uncaring that the ponies still watching them now had a prime view of his sweat-dripping face.
Several seconds passed before Anon got his response from the only pony currently on his mind.
“Oh, Anon…” Vinyl’s tone was almost reverent for those few seconds, before a wicked rictal grin split her face in two again. “Not even close.”
With the gauntlet thrown, Vinyl threw herself back on Anon’s fucklog, and Anon’s hips joined in on the savagery. Soon, the alley was filled with the glrks and gags of Vinyl’s throat being reamed by her mate’s massive member. Some scandalized gasps from the onlookers trickled into Anon’s ears, but he didn’t care anymore. His world had narrowed down to the bulge distending Vinyl’s happy-tunnel, his focus only on how he—he still couldn’t believe it—was the reason Vinyl was moaning like a wanton whore around his thick, imperious cock.
Vinyl, despite being silenced by the shaft swabbing her throat, met Anon’s brutal intensity with some of her own. One of her hooves drifted down and under her shorts, rubbing needily at her soaked center. The squishing noise from her loins only made her bob her head on his colossal cock more—and fueled her partner to fuck her gullet faster. Her meat-fellating cheeks ballooned farther out with the saliva and pre-building up behind them, every retreat of Anon’s meatlog from her cum-funnel making a waterfall of fluids splash out.
“Vinyl….” Anon growled out as one of his hooves slipped its hold in the musical mare’s mane and ground along her horn. A flurry of sparks danced onto the frog of his hoof, and his lust seemed to triple at the contact. “Don… don’t ever stop.”
Several ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’ came from the ponies watching Anon and Vinyl work, and this time the fascination was like a match to Anon’s libido. Orgasm was storming upon him, his walls swelling enough that he needed to widen his stance. Vinyl’s hooves and mouth massaged him further with the added space, juggling his fat cumsacs and fatter cock like they were jugglers’ knives.
Speaking of, that climax teetering in Anon’s being like it was on the head of a knife finally came.
“Vinyl! Vinyl! Oh, fuuuuck~”
Vinyl burbled merrily as the first ropes of sticky seed slammed into her stomach. It was hot, cloying, and suffocating to an esophagus already packed full of cock, but Vinyl longed for more. Every vein on Anon’s fuckstick bulged as he came, almost locking him in Vinyl’s throat as his release filled her tummy. Vinyl’s eyes started rolling into her head, both from the bliss of being filled with such nourishing nut-butter and the airlessness making her mind light.
With superequine effort, Anon pulled back enough that air seeped in around his dick, keeping Vinyl from passing out. The next few ropes, however, stole that reprieve as they splattered deep in her happy-tunnel. Soon, Anon’s gooey jizz drooled out from her maw, collecting on the pavement in pearly pools.
The messy show drew some more breathy gasps from the crowd watching them. Anon even swore that he saw one of the mares faint, a mousy unicorn with a creamy coat and red-on-purple mane. Embarrassment flashed through him for a split-second - before the sheer hotness of that moment made him shoot another few loads down Vinyl’s gullet.
This time, it was Vinyl who yanked herself back from Anon’s virile pillar, hacking up a few bubbles of cum to clear her esophagus. Her makeup was in shambles now, inky streaks painting her cheeks where Anon’s sperm wasn’t. Her breaths were shallow and gradual, her damp shirt heaving boisterously with each inhale.
And yet, what settled on Vinyl’s face afterward was a dopey smirk.
“Good… good work there, stud…” she said, her eyes still locked under Anon’s waist. “Even… even longer than… Noteworthy!”
A wellspring of ire fired up in Anon at that. Just who was this Noteworthy? “Well, the second I catch my breath, I know I can drive Note… wor… what in the fuck.”
Now, Anon knew what Vinyl was staring at. It was a wonder he could process shock at what he witnessed, considering all the blood thrumming within his still-hard cock.
“Well, well…” Vinyl said. “Good thing I’m hungry for more too, isn’t it?”
A small noise softly tickling at Anon’s ears faded away, and it took him a while to realize Vinyl had just stopped stroking her slit. And considering all the bitten lips of the tiny crowd, Anon knew he wasn’t the only one wishing he was Vinyl’s soaked hoof right now.
“Vinyl…” Even now, Anon’s mind rebelled at pushing his luck further with the crowd’s sensitivities. “I’ve proven my point about my bravery, isn’t that enough?”
“Well, I’m on all fours, my womb’s empty, and I can still remember my name,” Vinyl said, bracing her forehooves on a crate next to the wall. “So the answer’s no.”
Before Anon could utter another word, Vinyl’s horn lit up. Soft amber light wound around the loops of her shorts, yanking them down past her flanks. The soaked T of her pink thong followed soon after, caught slightly under the swell of her heart-shaped ass.
Anon’s jawn nearly slammed into the floor at what he saw. He heard a ‘...sweet fuck, that lucky stallion…’ echo out behind him, and for once, he considered it an understatement.
Vinyl Scratch, bare for more than just Anon to see, was utterly soaked. Her pussy was like a blossoming tulip, the lips swollen and sticky as she wiggled her rump at Anon. The pink flesh of her snatch winked, even without direct stimulation, cum drops bobbing invitingly at its edges. And her flagging tail also showed-off her shuddering ponut, that tight ring of muscle twitching in anticipation.
“So, Anon.” Vinyl’s sharp voice cut through the fantastical fog thick in Anon’s mind. “Look at everyone ogling us. Eyefucking us. Fantasizing about us.” A quick glance back confirmed that and more; Anon could smell the faint waft of several mares’ arousal, and he could even hear the shlicking of a clit or two being fondled. “Probably wanna plunge into this puffy lil’ pussy if you don’t.”
Anon knew two things at once: first, that Vinyl was clearly goading him into throwing what little shame he had away and plowing her like an Appleloosian field. And second, despite his knowledge of this mind game, his dick was raging hard again, with emphasis on ‘raging.’ Vinyl was an insatiable, indisputably effective cocktease—and he was ready to screw her so hard she never questioned his resolve again.
His libido and his mind were both locked on the same goal; to breed the brash DJ-PON-3.
“Maybe they’ll spear through to my tight womb in one go?” Vinyl’s tail flicked in lazy loops, washing her beautiful scent over Anon’s snout. “Maybe they’ll thrust into me so hard they put me through this dumpster’s wall?”
Vinyl’s sweaty hoof lay against that structure’s wall, the shockingly clean surface groaning a little under the force. Anon thickly swallowed, his body still frozen in unbidden lust.
“Maybe one of em’s Noteworthy?”
A hot breath steamed more than blew from Anon’s nostrils.
“Maybe he might wanna dick down a DJ before his shop sh—oh, shityesohshit!”
Anon wasn’t certain how he’d so expertly slammed his cock home in Vinyl’s waiting cunt in one stroke. Time didn’t really register for him anymore. All there was to experience was blazing white fur, marshmallow-soft glutes, and the slatternly wails of Vinyl as she came around his massive member.
In a saner state of mind, Anon would have been slack-jawed at this. No matter how skimpy the clothes Vinyl wore, what position she took impaled on his ponderous stallionhood, she always looked sexier gushing out around him. And the fact that he—clumsy though colossally endowed Anon—could do such a thing was mind-melting and shocking all at once.
Now? All the hot juices washing over his half-lodged cock just stoked Anon’s fire. The rushing rivers of maresap only served to lubricate his pull out of Vinyl’s walls, before he fully hilted in her on the next thrust. Vinyl’s eyes were pinpricked again, clutching onto the dumpster for dear life as her orgasm continued.
“F-fuck! S-so full! Anon, I didn’t even know you could get so de—”
Anon thrust into her again, wrapping his forehooves around her barrel.
Vinyl’s G-spot was now ground underhead the bulb of his throbbing shaft, a fireworks display exploding through her overstimulated body. She orgasmed again, hindlegs flopping uselessly as she was held up by the emerald-green body crammed against her back. Her tongue lolled out, delirium slowly overtaking Vinyl’s mind as her juices pooled in the sling of her thong.
“H-holy… Fuck, Ano… cumming… fuck me har—umph!”
And then came the third thrust.
There seemed to be no end to Anon’s ramrod-rutting. Every clap of his and Vinyl’s hips lodged him deeper inside Vinyl, tapping against the entrance to the musical mare’s womb. Wanton bliss was drowning Vinyl, unsure that she wouldn’t end this rutting session glued to Anon’s dick like a sock. If so, her mind knew that it’d be just dandy, hard as it was to form words in it now. God, it wasn’t even noon yet, how was Anon so hot against her?
By this point, Anon was a jackhammer against Vinyl’s salivating snatch, triggering a daisy chain of climaxes from the moaning mare. His hips slapped against her rump like it was dough, their intimate closeness setting his heart alight. Even his teeth found a better duty than just hissing curses, tasting the sweat-salted skin of Vinyl’s neck as she tilted her head back over his shoulder.
Vinyl was an absolute treat, and Anon was planning on taking his time savoring it.
Soon, Anon found himself lost in the countless sensations Vinyl was barraging him with. Moaning huskily in his ear, the incoherence letting him know he was definitely screwing her brains out. Her pussy was like a vice around him, milking him mercilessly every time he tunneled deeper into her twat. Even her own musk was flooding his snout, the blueberry scent of her mane a welcome undercurrent every time it wafted his way.
And above all else, Vinyl was still cumming. With another seemingly triggered by each thrust, Vinyl’s maresap was close to forming a lake under their hooves, threatening to make Anon slip from his pole-plowing position. Anon was too flooded with adrenaline to lose ground though, bracing his head against the dumpster’s lip as his hips picked up speed.
“Hahhh…. hahhh…. Anooooo…” Vinyl moaned.
Anon was lost for words, too. The orgasm was coming up too fast for him to do anything but chase it. But once again, it was hovering just at the edge, waiting, building. He just needed that little push, that little tap into his most debauched urges to get through this sticky situation.
One of his hooves drifted down from around Vinyl’s barrel to stroke at the bead atop her clit, loving how she tightened around him in response. Her head fell forward adding, bumping lightly against his, and he brought his lips to hers for an aching kiss. His ears perked up to take in the sounds of the crowd clopping off to their rough bucking, drinking it in like cider.
But for all these actions, what drove Anon over the edge was something that he did subconsciously—thrashing so deeply inside Vinyl’s walls that his cockhead finally popped into her womb.
It was like a cork popping from a champagne bottle, with much the same result.
“FUCK, Vinyl~!”
Anon came like a firehose, his fuckbuddy’s womb almost filled to bursting from the first ropes of seed alone. His savage howl rumbled into Vinyl’s mouth, and she wrapped her tongue sound his gratefully, hips shuddering as she joined him in orgasm. Within seconds, her pussy walls burst their banks too, hot cream spluttering from around his finally-stilled fuckstick.
But of course, Anon had one last idea in mind to make the most of this very public show of affection. With effort fast leaking from his overtaxed muscles, he yanked up one of Vinyl’s hind legs, practically pointing her bared pussy toward the crowd. Then he broke the kiss with the musical mare just before un-hilting himself from Vinyl’s center, bit by bit.
The second the last inch of his spurting stallionhood left Vinyl’s pussy, her orgasm did the rest of the work, spraying glittering sap in the faces of several of the onlookers. Vinyl was always a squirt, and now it was to more than just Anon’s benefit, several mares and a few stallions lolling their tongues to catch the glittering juices.
With that, both mating ponies bonelessly collapsed atop one another. Vinyl drifted on of her hooves down to her pussy, collecting some of the mixtures of fuckjuices there before licking it off. More cheers from the lookers-on affirmed the show’s success, and soon the happy perusers left, almost tumbling over themselves to stay inconspicuous in the busy streets.
Anon, after several heavy breaths, pulled himself and Vinyl into the corner of their alleyway. At least now, if somepony looked on this alley, they’d only see a few glittering puddles.
…And the wet trails in the pavement leading to their hiding spot.
Wonderful.
“Wow…” Vinyl's voice was like a rusty hinge how, but she was grinning dreamily regardless. “That was… the best sex… I’ve had.” She winked at Anon, sending another blush up his jade cheeks. “By fuckin’ far.”
Anon didn’t answer, for once. He was still trying to piece together just what had spawned this domineering side of him. Fuck, half the time Vinyl was hauling her ass against him until he blew inside her! Was he really this desperate to please Vinyl that he just… so ruthlessly.
Suddenly, it was all he could do to look at anything but the dents in the dumpster’s walls. “Sorry…” he muttered at long last.
“For what?”
Anon’s heart throbbed shamefully. “For… you know…” His hoof brushed against the riotous mess of locks over Vinyl’s head.
Vinyl, after following his hoof, pursed her lips delightfully. “Don’t be. Fuck, I loved losing my mind to my squirting snatch.” She kissed the inside of that hoof making Anon jump a little. “Feeling like I’d melt into you.” Another kiss, further down the forelimb. “Feeling those lips against my neck.” And a playful nip against Anon’s trembling neck. “Even right down my well-fucked throat.” And then Vinyl shared another smoky kiss with the emerald stallion.
“...Really?” It felt like a stupid question after all they’d done, but Anon still didn’t know what else to say. His heart, far from shrinking in his ribcage, was leaping in bliss now.
“Meant every word, stud. Don’t know what I’d do if I lost sight of you!” Vinyl continued.
Anon froze. Praise, even now, even after he’d lost control so thoroughly? Perhaps it was fine that he was so rough with Vinyl? If she liked it so much?
“Yeah, but what matters is… I’m here now.”
And unlike the past times when he said this, Anon felt a hot spark of confidence and belonging welling up within him. Why wouldn’t it? Life here—at least, right now—didn’t feel like such a big unanswered question now, no matter how the question marks stamped on his flanks tried to imply otherwise.
“Damn right you’re here now.” Vinyl said. “And long as you’re with me, I guarantee ya it’ll be rough riding from here on out.”
“Don’t you mean… smooth sailing?” Faraway as his home away from Equestria was, Anon at least remembered how that phrase went.
“I know what I said.” Again, that alluring wiggle of Vinyl’s eyes.
And again, Anon was too busy battling back the red from his cheeks to shoot back a response.
“Shoot, I know I shoulda asked earlier, but…” Vinyl jabbed at her stomach, swollen from seed at both ends. “Lost my train of thought… eating out. You find out if Upper’s still steamin’ about those tags I left on heir manor?”
Anon took several seconds before realizing his choice of words. “Um, well… I saw Upper Crust run out of the Museum walloping her new assistant with a newspaper yesterday. Mentioned him several times—between new, unsavory uses of the word ‘flocking’.”
“Oooh, love it. Gotta do Fleur’s house tomorrow.” Vinyl slipped a cigarette out and lit it with a firecracker she pulled from her messy mane. “What?” she asked the slack-jawed Anon.
“Didn’t…” Anon swallowed, feeling his dick throb again. It was probably because of the afterglow that this didn’t feel weird. ”Didn’t know you smoked.”
“I don’t, I just like having stuff in my hooves that burn.” Vinyl’s eyes shot to Anon’s burgeoning stallionhood, and she smiled. “And cream-filled delights, too. But what I’m real glad about is that you’re not messin’ with the man—er, mare. Royal Sister.” Her eyes rolled. “You know what I mean. The last thing I want is some bean counter slapping tags on my studly little pony.”
Anon gulped giddily, as Vinyl climbed back on top of his lap.
”Yeah, I would never let them microchip me, shit’s evil for sure.”