“Come on, we’re almost there!” I shouted over the crashing rain.

I was running, my marefriend Vinyl running by my side in the pouring rain. I had removed my jacket and was using it to cover our heads as best as possible as we turned street corners heading to my home.

It was our fourth date, and I had plans to take Vinyl to one of my favorite cafes for a nice dinner. It was fairly close to my home so she decided to meet me there before we went out. We had left about fifteen minutes ago as dark clouds began forming above us. Just as we arrived, the rain picked up, and we had to run to the overhang to avoid getting soaked. But much to our luck, the cafe was closed. Apparently the owner wanted to go fishing while it was raining. With no where else to go, I offered the idea that we head back to my house for the day. I could cook us dinner and she could wait out the storm before I walk her home.

She was a bit hesitant at first, but eventually accepted and so here we are, dashing back to my home in the pouring rain. We both run somewhat fast, avoiding top speed to lessen the risk of slipping.

Eventually we turned the final corner, my house only five buildings down the street. Surprisingly, both of us were giggling, having fun running in the rain together. I looked over my shoulder to her face and she met mine, both of us smiling at each other as we ran. My jacket had gotten absolutely soaked, but I wasn't complaining; Vinyl's electric blue hair was plastered to her face, making her even more adorable than usual. Her eyes shimmered as we laughed, slowing down our pace as we approached my front porch. We made it under the overhang which sheltered us from the rain as I fished out my keys.

Unlocking the door, I step aside to let Vinyl in while I shook out as much water as I could from my jacket. I walked inside and wiped my shoes on the mat, throwing my keys on my coffee table.

“Wow, nice place,” Vinyl comments, standing in the middle of the room. It wasn't much, but I enjoyed the homey feeling to it.

“Thanks,” I told her. She stood still, rubbing her arm nervously.

“Ummm, do you have a spare change of clothes?” she asks with a blush. I look down and notice a puddle forming around her shoes as rain water drips from her clothes.

“Oh! Yeah. Uh, feel free to find something in my room all the way down the hall. There should be a few things in the drawer that fit you. Oh, and first door on the right is the bathroom. Go ahead and change in there. You can use the blue towel to dry off; it’s clean. And go ahead and hang your clothes up in the shower to dry,” I instruct her, pointing her in the correct direction.

“Thanks,” she replies quickly before dashing away.

I chuckle softly to myself, watching her as she walked down the hall. Lightning flashes outside the window accompanied by wind beating against the screen. I sigh in contentment that we made it to shelter before things got intense. Now I could relax in my home with my marefriend, out of the rain.

My daydreaming gets interrupted as my stomach growls, reminding me that we hadn't eaten dinner.

I decide to start up dinner, making my way to the kitchen to review what I have to work with. Passing by Vinyl in the hall, I notice the pile of my clothes rested in her arms as she walked past me into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. I hear some fumbling around behind me, but I ignore it and head to the kitchen.

Opening cabinets and checking the fridge, I think of a quick meal to whip up with the ingredients at hand. I have a good selection of pasta; shells, elbows, fusilli, and bow ties. I don't have enough tomatoes for a marinara sauce, but I might be able to whip up a lemon cream sauce; one of my favorites.

I took a pot and filled it with water, setting it on the stove to boil. Feeling classy, I choose the bow ties and set them aside.

An idea strikes me as I go back to the fridge. Opening the drawer, I dig through the assortment of colorful fruits and vegetables. Tomatoes, carrots, a lemon-I'm going to need this too, and something laying in the corner. I smile and cheer in my head as I pull out exactly what I was looking for: asparagus. I place the greens and lemon on the counter and the water begins to boil. I throw in the pasta and reach for the lid. As soon as I cover the pot with the lid, Vinyl exits the bathroom and walks in.

I can't help but stare at her when she stops just before me. She's barefoot, her toenails painted with a cobalt blue, something catching me off guard as well as cute. She wears a pair of baggy grey sweatpants and a navy hoodie that is obviously a size or two too big for her. She has her hands stuffed in the pockets and the hood is up, the rim going over her horn and almost covering her eyes with her horn pitching a tent on her head. I notice her hair tied in a ponytail somewhere behind her head as it slipped out of the hood to her left shoulder. She looks absolutely adorable in my larger clothes, looking up at me with a sweet smile as her arms come out of the pockets. The sleeves, which are obviously too long for her, slide down over her hands when she places them on my chest. Standing on the tips of her toes, Vinyl kisses me, pushing her hands up closer to my shoulders. I'm tempted to throw my arms around her, but considering my wet clothes, I don't. I wouldn't want her to have to change again. She pulls back from the kiss and licks her lips.

"Hey," She says with a blush, noticing me staring.

"Hey," I reply back.

"What'cha makin'?" she asks, walking past me, "I'm starving."

"Just some pasta. Haven't decided on a sauce though. I'm thinking lemon cream if I have the ingredients. It's all I've got that I can make quickly," is all I can say as she walks away from me toward the pot.

"Sounds good." She lifts the lid and steam rises out, the pasta still barely cooked. She closes the lid again and looks over to me. "How much longer?"

"I just put the pasta in, it'll still be maybe ten minutes," I reply. "I'm gonna get changed out of these wet clothes."

"Okay," I hear her call out as I walk into my bedroom.

I go straight to my dresser, opening a drawer for a shirt. When I open the drawer, the first thing I notice is that what was once a neat folded pile of t-shirts had been turned over. I did my best to reorganize them before picking out my own shirt to wear; a plain white shirt made with cotton and polyester, making it very comfortable for lazy days.

I close the drawer and open up the one below it, fetching a pair of dark jeans. I always found jeans comfortable when lounging.

Turning around, I notice the closet door was left open, probably from when Vinyl helped herself to my hoodie. A body length mirror hung on the inside of the door, reflecting my image. My wet clothes were still clinging to my body and I was dripping water on the carpet. I shut the closet door and headed to the bathroom to change before the water begins dripping all over the place.

Quietly opening my bedroom door, I sneak out to head into the bathroom to change. On the way, I catch Vinyl holding up the collar of the hoodie over her nose, the sleeves still hiding her hands. She had her eyes shut and was breathing deeply into my clothes. I imagine a content smile plastered on her face.

"Hey," I speak up, walking past her casually. Her eyes shoot open at my voice and she blushes heavily. Even though I've caught her sniffing my clothes, she still hides her face in the fabric, not bothering to stop as I disappear from her line of sight into the bathroom, locking it behind me.

I change quickly out of the soaked clothes, tossing them over the edge of the shower along with Vinyl's to air dry. Removing my shoes and socks before reaching for a nearby towel and ruffling it through my hair, I pull on my own clothes and sigh in the feeling of being dry. I go the the small mirror over the sink and fix my damp hair to look presentable.

Once out of the bathroom, I notice Vinyl standing over the stove, swaying to a song in her head. My sight drifts to her lower back as her long tail swishes cutely to the beat. So taken was she by the music that she never noticed me passing; eyes closed and hands in her pockets as she swayed. I took the opportunity to sneak up on her, tiptoeing until I was right behind her and then ever-so-slowly slid my arms around her waist, hugging her from behind. My hands drifted into the respective pockets of her — or in this case — my hoodie, holding her cold hands in my own. Vinyl gasped lightly before realizing it was me, and then leaned back into my embrace. I held her close, resting my chin on her shoulder as we resumed the imaginary dance she was swaying to before I snuck up on her. And we just stood there a while, Vinyl humming again as I danced with her to the tune.

After being lost in the moment for a while, I could hear bubbles coming from the pot on the stove. Her hands have warmed from my natural body heat and I reluctantly pull myself away from her to check the pasta. She pouts at my absence, sighing while I check the food. If I hadn't been so taken up with it, I might have noticed Vinyl sneaking up from behind to gently slip her arms about my waist, just as I'd done to her. Head to one side, she rests it atop my head, just above my temple and I'm unable to stop one of my own hands from laying atop hers. Vinyl sighs quietly, the sound passing through her chest into my back and it leaves a warm feeling in its wake.

I look at the pasta and notice it’s al dente. I turn to notice another pot already on the stove, a white sauce bubbling inside.

"What's this?" I ask curiously.

Vinyl doesn't move from her place and talks with her voice muffled by her cheek mashed into my head. "You said you wanted lemon cream sauce, so I threw together a little something," she says cutely.

"Huh," I mutter. I turn to grab a spoon from the drawer, Vinyl being silly, letting out a muffled giggle while still holding on, turning with me.

I dip in the spoon and bring it to my mouth to taste.

It was extraordinary; better than any of the times I've made it. Nice and creamy without being excessively thick.

Before I forgot, I chopped the asparagus and added it to the pasta water to cook momentarily. Meanwhile, Vinyl has released her embrace on me and stands beside me, avoiding eye contact nervously.

"Is it good? I think I used too much cornstarch..." she comments.

"It's perfect," I say, turning to smile at her.

As things come to a finish, I pull out a half a French baguette from the pantry. Some nice bread will go great with this. Vinyl strains the pasta and asparagus, dumping them into the pot of sauce. I slice up some bread into diagonal pieces and place them in a basket while Vinyl stirs the pot, coating the food in the creamy sauce. Taking the bread and some silverware out to the table, I place them down before returning to the kitchen.

I catch Vinyl fishing out a piece of asparagus with a fork and popping it in her mouth. I could hear how crunchy it was as she chewed.

"Hey!" I call her out. She pulls her finger out of her mouth and looks at me.

"Umm, it wasn't me?" she says, a sheepish grin spreading across her lips. I chuckle at her, slipping my arms around her and bundling her up into another embrace.

"Whatever," I mutter before kissing her lightly. She giggles and checks the pot a final time.

"I think it's ready," she whispers. Two bowls and forks later, the pasta's ready to be ladled out.

"Cool. Can you get us drinks from the fridge while I serve this?" I ask her kindly. She nods and starts searching about in the fridge while I ladle in a serving of pasta in each bowl.

With the food ready, I take our bowls to the dining room, Vinyl behind me with two cans of pop. I place the bowls down, the pasta steaming and wait for Vinyl to put down the drinks. I then pull out the chair for her and wave my hand for her to sit.

"Thanks," she giggles, taking a seat.

"No problem, madam," I respond, putting an edge of mock-upper-class to my tone and taking my seat across from her. She giggles again and waits for me to sit before picking up her fork.

Taking my first bite, I'm pleased to find the pasta is cooked to perfection , but what struck me was how fresh the asparagus was. It crunched loudly and tasted as fresh as the day I bought it. The bow ties looked nice as well.

We both eat in relative silence, though I catch Vinyl glancing at me now and again. Each time, she just turns back to her food with a blush, her bangs falling down over her eyes.

Eventually, we both finish, Vinyl setting down her fork with a clang and sitting back in her chair, resting her hands behind her head. "That was yummy," she comments, smiling at me.

"It was. I didn't know you could cook," I respond.

She shrugs. "Only simple things. Last time I tried making a soufflé, my oven looked like a second grade science fair project."

I snickered. "I'm sure you're not that bad," I assure her.

"No really, the dough not only burnt and crusted on the sides of the machine, but it became a part of the oven."

I couldn't help but laugh along with her. Both settling down, I glanced over to the window only to see it was still pouring outside.

"Still raining, huh?" Vinyl asks from across the table with a gentle smile, following my gaze to the window. A momentary flash of light illuminates her features, particularly catching her eyes. Her voice is soft as she rested her elbows on the tabletop, her delicate fingers woven together to support her chin.

"Yeah." My point proven as thunder resounds through the building.

We sit in silence a spell, the only sound being the rain against the window. My gaze shifts slowly from the window to Vinyl's face. She blinks once before noticing me staring and her face slowly develops a reddish tint while she stares back into my own eyes from across the table.

"See something ya like?" she asks confidently, with her blush growing.

"If you mean that cute blush of yours, then yeah, I do," I respond, her cheeks growing significantly redder, only making her look cuter.

"Oh shut up," she mutters, turning her head down, but her gaze remains locked to my face.

I chuckle silently at her, the way she ducks back into the hood with her ears flattened back strikes me as utterly cute. "How about we watch a movie on the couch together?" I propose, standing up and taking our plates.

"Ooo, sure," she replies, jumping back to her normal demeanor.

"Alright, I'll take these dishes, you can go ahead and pick one out."

She gets up from her chair and leaves the cleanup to me, turning on the television in the living room and shutting off the lights. "Make sure to hit the lights over there too!" she calls out as I place the dishes in the sink to be washed later. I suppose she wants a real movie atmosphere.

I flick off the lights in the kitchen and walk towards her on the couch. She holds the controller in both hands, browsing through movies on Netflix. There’s no light besides the television screen and the dim shine of the street lamps outside; both providing just enough to illuminate her face under the hood, revealing a smile.

I creep up behind the couch, right behind Vinyl and gently place my hands on each of her shoulders, looking down. She squeaks in surprise, looking up quickly and then sighing in relief when she noticed it was me. I pause, noticing how she's searching my eyes for what I'm doing, only to finally put two and two together when I lean down and kiss her. My bottom lip meets her top lip and her bottom lip meets my top as I kiss her deeply. Her hand comes to rest on my cheek as my lips linger on hers momentarily. When I pull back with her hand still on my face, her eyes are warm and she smiles.

"Was that my dessert?" She asks, giggling.

"It felt more like mine, what with it being so sweet," I reply, plopping down on the couch beside her.

She blushes and I rest my arm along the back of the couch, watching her go back to flipping through movie options. I notice her shake her head slightly as she browses, skipping this one and that. Eventually she settles for a comedy, placing the controller on the coffee table and leaning back on the couch cushions as the movie loads.

"What's this?" I ask. I've never even heard of the movie she selected. And the title looked excessively long.

"Trust me, you'll like it," she replies.

She scoots over on the couch until she's touching me. Her body lines up perfectly with mine as she leans into my side, her head in the crook of my neck. All the while, she twists about to keep her horn from stabbing me as she positions herself. She then reaches up and grabs my hand, pulling it down and around her like a seat belt. Pulling her legs up to the couch, Vinyl lies back into my arms.

"Comfy?" I ask with a chuckle.

"Mhmm," she answers softly, turning her head to peck my chin. "Actually, that chair looks comfy. Can we snuggle up in it?" She asks, her voice lowering as she completed the last sentence while pointing at my personal armchair.

I smile at her. She's too adorable for me to say no. And it's not like I'd deny her anyway. Turning, I slip my arm under her knees and lift her up as I stand up from the couch. Vinyl "eep"s in surprise and clutches my torso while I carry her over and sit down in the chair, resting her in my lap. She settles down and sits sideways, her legs dangling off the side of the armrest as she slips her arm around my back to hug me with her head resting on my chest. My own arms wrap around her and cradle her, sitting us together comfortably in the armchair.

Now this was no ordinary armchair; I paid good money for this thing. The cushions are filled with a specially made cloud from Cloudsdale which can heat up in the cold winters or cool down in the summer for a nice seat. And it's so soft. They don't even feel like normal couch cushions. It feels like I'm sitting on a throne made of pillows stacked on top of each other.

"Is that a blanket?" Vinyl asks suddenly, pointing behind my head. I nod as she pulls it down. I tended to keep a blanket thrown over the back of the chair for when I needed it; the heating for this building had always been defective. And even though the chair can heat itself, I can never resist cuddling under a warm blanket. Vinyl throws the blanket over us, snuggling up into me underneath it as the movie finally starts after all the previews. She looks adorable all huddled up in my arms, laying her head on me.

I give her a peck on her head and squeeze her body in a hug. To this, she looks up at me and nuzzles my face, her coat tickles my skin as our cheeks rub. Her eyes shut cutely as I give her an Eskimo kiss in the light of the television screen. After playing around, she shuffles a bit to get comfortable again in my arms.

The movie goes on, but my mind is distracted as I watch Vinyl instead. The sight of her, blanket drawn across her body and legs sticking out over the armchair, warmed my heart. Suddenly, I feel Vinyl shiver uncomfortably against my body. It can't be a chill - between the blanket and the heat of my body there's no way she could be cold. Anxiety's a likely culprit but there's only one way to know for sure.

"Vinyl?" I ask, grabbing her attention, "Are you okay?"

"Huh? Uh, yeah. Of course." She responds rather quickly, a blush appearing in her face.

"Vinyl," I state sternly. I pull back her hood so she can't hide and her ponytail springs out. She looks up at me, her eyes look moist. "What's wrong?" I stare into her eyes, hoping she sees the concern in my own. I wasn't about to just throw all this away so easily.

She sighs and opens her mouth. "Well, I, uhh-" she cuts off, shifting against me again.

Suddenly, something pokes my stomach.

Vinyl freezes like a deer in the headlights as she barely stifled a groan. I frown, looking her face over, trying to read any clue from her expression. Eventually, I reach down beneath the blanket. "What is this poking me?" I ask myself. Feeling around, my hand touches upon something hard and I feel around for what it might be. It's hard and thick, like a pop can but not made of aluminum. Vinyl takes a sudden, sharp intake of breath and her ears fold back as something dawns upon me.

The object feels like the fabric of Vinyl's pants. Or rather, the object is beneath Vinyl's pants.

"Vinyl, what is this?" I ask, slowly moving the blanket off of us to reveal a bulge in Vinyl's sweatpants. Her arms are clutched to her body and her eyes are shut. But if her arms are up there, then what is...

"Please, don't grab it so roughly," she mewls.

"Vinyl, what is this?" I ask again. Things are falling into place and I can only assume one conclusion. It’s the same reason she always wears baggy clothing. Vinyl looks like she's on the verge of tears. "Vinyl." I take a deep breath. "Is that a...?" I trail off.

"Mhmm," she answers quickly.

"So you're a...?" I trail off again.

"Mhmm," she repeats, nodding, a slight waver to her voice.

Before I have a chance to speak, lightning flashes, illuminating the room as Vinyl's panic escapes in a jumble of words. "Look, I'm sorry. I know it's a big deal finding out I'm a herm, and I wanted to tell you sooner, but I couldn't," she goes off.

"Vinyl?" I try to get her attention, but to no avail. The thunder booms before she speaks again.

"I mean, it's so difficult being like this. This is the point where all of my earlier boyfriends just up and left me as soon as they found out. And I didn't want that to happen with us because you are the only person I've ever dated who treated me like, like, like a queen! Every boy just gets so greedy and they only date me to brag about it to their friends and stuff but you're the only one who actually thinks about me, and I didn't want to scare you away! I'm so sorry!" Tears are actually streaming down her face and the gears in my head start turning. I have to do something.

"Vinyl," I speak up again, only to be ignored a second time. Lightning cracks the sky as she starts up again.

"Look, I understand if you want to break up. Just... just... can I at least stay here until the rain goes away? I mean, I understand that you're mad at me, but I couldn't tell you, I just liked you so much and I didn't want to ruin what we had. I think I may have even fallen in lo-mph!"

I cut her off by pressing my lips to hers in a delicate kiss. The thunder roars further in the distance signaling the storm is headed away from us now as Vinyl's eyes go wide to rival our dinner bowls. My hand caresses her face and my thumb wipes her cheek as I turn my head sideways, kissing her deeply. My other hand grabs hers and I squeeze reassuringly as I pull away. Tears still stream down Vinyl's face as she gives me a wan look of speechlessness.

"Vinyl," I state firmly, holding her hand as I speak, "I'm not mad at you. There's no way I'm going to kick you out of my house and I do not want to break up with you," I give her the gentlest of smiles. Her eyes shimmer from the tears at their edges and trickle down the curve of her cheek as she gently shakes her head.

“Bu-But why? I mean, every time I’m with you, my heart races because you’re so perfect. You have one of the cutest faces I’ve ever seen. You’re so generous and caring, always making sure I feel comfortable. And I always try to return the favors when I can, but you deserve so much more than I could ever provide. You could probably have any mare you want, and you settle for some drop-out DJ who works for chump-change at a run-down bar.” her eyes begin to water again before she gives a final sentence. “I’m just an... an abomination” she mumbles, dropping her head to cry into her hands, the last word stressed as if it brought bad memories of what others would call her.

Almost by instinct, I grab her chin in my fingers, forcing her eyes on mine. “Vinyl,” I state firmly, “you are not an abomination.” A lock of hair falls and splits her gorgeous face in two and my hand moves to brush it away. She brings up her hands to try and hide behind them but I grab them lightly in one hand, holding them close between our faces, my other arm holding her up in my lap. “You’re a beautiful mare with a great sense of humor and your skills with music are unmatched. Remember when you invited me to one of your sets at that tavern? When I heard you up there, I actually felt like you were too perfect for me. You're not a drop-out DJ; you're more talented than any of those hacks. Your music is as beautiful as you are and I wouldn't want anyone else on the planet here in my arms other than you. And I do my best to give you what I can because you return it. Other mares I've been with just take advantage of me, but you actually show more consideration than every mare I've ever met. So believe me when I say that I really do like you, and nothing will ever change that." I bring her hand up and kiss it while staring deep into her pupils to show my sincerity.

"You mean, it's okay?" she asks between sniffs as she calms down.

"Of course it's okay," I respond.

She says nothing, her eyes watering with fresh tears and she hugs me close, wiping her face on my neck. Suddenly she squeezes me in the tightest embrace I've ever felt, one which I return.

"Thank you," she mumbles into my shoulder. I rub her back and she pulls herself away from me, placing her hands on either side of my face and plunging forward in a kiss. Her legs shift and she kneels in my lap, facing me as her tongue darts forth to brush my teeth, knocking on the door of my mouth and pleading entrance. Our lips remain locked as I open my mouth, her tongue diving toward mine. My arms are still wrapped tightly around her, keeping her from falling back, but between the lightness of her body and the way she still leans into me, it takes little effort. Instead they slide down to her hips, her soft curves accented by the sweats. My eyes drift closed and I kiss back, wrestling with her tongue in my mouth.

Her tongue retreats and she pulls back to look me in the eyes, her forehead on mine. Her own eyes are tinted red from crying, but right now, all they reveal is that this may be the happiest point in her life. A sudden poke to my gut draws my attention back to her pants.

"So, what I want to know is, what even brought this up in the first place?" I ask, eyeing her erection.

"Well," she starts off, a hand coming up to her face so she could nibble her fingernail. "When you were holding me, my mind started... drifting...."

"Drifting to what?" I ask, turning up to look her in the eyes with a brow raised.

"...You," she replies, leaning closer as if she were going to kiss me again. Her eyes search my own for something. Maybe acceptance; the kind that she had been afforded by the boy who just discovered her deepest, darkest secret.

"What about me?"

"Well, I've kinda been dreaming about this moment since I met you."

My eyes widen. No one had ever told me that they dream about me. "And how did that dream go?"

"Well...," she gently grabs my hand and slowly brings it to her waistband. I understand her request immediately and glance up to her, hooking my finger into the cloth.

Now, I wasn't the kind of person to tell a lie. I really did like her and the idea of her having some extra equipment didn't bother me that much. I've always thought about experimenting with the same sex, but I guess I never had a chance. Until now, that is... kinda. Maybe I'd like it. Maybe I wouldn't, but at least I would've tried.

She bites her lip and I pull down the hem, feeling her tense as the cloth brushes what's underneath. I know I'm drawing this out, but I did want to make it last. For her.

Eventually the waistband slips down and her erection flicks out. I noticed her underwear hanging in the bathroom earlier, so of course she was only separated from the cool air by the cloth of her pants. It's growing pretty quickly now that it's free, and it looks... impressive to say the least. Because of her species, the cock resembled that of a horse's; longer than the average human's with a flat head and a fat ring towards the middle of it. The skin looks smooth and is a dark navy in color, almost midnight black. It was beginning to point upward, now free of its prison, and it was thick; about as thick as a pop can, like I’d assumed. And it was getting longer too. With her kneeling on top of me, the whole shaft rubbed my chest and the tip could almost reach the level of my heart as it swayed against me.  

"First you'd pull down my pants," she gulps. "Like that.... And then, you'd start... touching me..."

Her hands clasp my shoulders for balance as she shivers, watching my hand move ever so slowly to her shaft. I study her face, waiting to see any of her usual adorable reactions to intimacy while my fingers make their first touch. She gasps sharply and bucks her hips as I brush a lone finger along her rod, testing its sensitivity. I look down along it and my hand explores south, trailing down to her base where I find out her cock had come out of a sheath. Below that lie her balls. My eyes widened as I noticed each testicle was a bit less than the size of my fist. My hand goes to cradle them both as Vinyl opens her eyes to me. They're soft, mushy in fact, and clearly pent up. Giving them a nice squeeze elicits a moan from Vinyl as I play with the large orbs. I could feel the warmth of her seed on the inside as I held them.

"Nnnnh," Vinyl whimpers, "does this thing recline?"

Instead of responding, I reach over the armrest to pull the lever. The chair creaks as it reclines, startling Vinyl. She yelps as she now lies atop me, her tail swishing about.

"Good. Now, may I?" She asks, reaching for the button to my pants. I nod, wondering what she meant by that being "good" as I reach for the bottom of my shirt to pull it off. I might as well get out of these clothes if we're going to go further. Vinyl notices me, stopping mid-zip of my pants to pull off her hoodie and toss it aside. Similar to her undergarments, she left her bra in the bathroom to dry, meaning she was bare-chested before me. Her breasts were smaller than average, but they still held some volume; the perky mounds wiggle side to side with her movements. She pulls her pants the rest of the way down so they fall off her legs and onto the floor. Now it's back to the zipper of my pants. Pulling it down, Vinyl tugs at the garment until my own penis pokes out, straining against my boxers. Looking back to me, I nod before Vinyl goes the whole way and pulls away my underwear with my pants. She's slow in doing it, absorbed in her action as my penis tents out the fabric and finally flops free, revealing itself.

My erection had been growing, but it wasn't exactly stiff. Well, not as stiff as Vinyl’s. Now that both of us had exposed ourselves to the other for the first time, we sat in silence and stared at our tools. My penis was still approaching full mast while Vinyl's was twitching with anticipation.

"If you ever want me to stop, just say so. I don't want to make you uncomfortable," Vinyl tells me, looking up to meet my eyes with the utmost care. I give a single nod as she returns her focus to our waists. "I've always wanted to try this."

Vinyl scoots forward until her body is pushing against mine. Her cock lines up against mine between our stomachs, both of them pressing to each other and throbbing gently. Vinyl hums at the contact and my erection reaches its pinnacle, the tip just reaching her medial ring. I wasn't surprised her size surpassed mine, nor was I the kind of person to make a big deal about it, so long as she remained the same. One of her hands reaches below and wraps around both of us, squeezing our cocks together. Vinyl smirks at the way my own throbs suddenly, sending a dollop of clear fluid running down onto her fingers.

She looks at me a final time and smiles, watching my reaction when she thrusts suddenly. We both gasp as our cocks rub together. The feeling is completely alien; having another cock rubbing up against mine. The hot, stiff shaft pulses and Vinyl hisses, a warm wetness spreading down over the tip of my penis that only makes the slow motions smoother.

Alien didn't mean unpleasant.

She thrusts again and her hand strokes up and down, stimulating us both. I never imagined my evening ending with Vinyl jerking us both off against each other, nor that it could feel so oddly pleasurable. Her cock emits some kind of heat that engulfs me as her hand strokes us. That warm, wet sensation intensifies, spreading over the entirety of her hand and encased my shaft as she continues stroking. Precum practically drools from the tip of her cock, running down her rod and coating our cocks for a slicker friction.

She tightens her grip and I moan softly. Her other arm snakes around my neck and she leans forward against me, resting her weight on her elbow. With her face now so close, I can feel her breath as she huffs steadily; little pants that wash the hot scent of her breath across my face. Quite suddenly, I'm taken by the intimacy of the moment as I breathe in the air she exhales, both of us so close to each other.

Vinyl's other arm starts to quiver, her pants becoming interspersed with hushed grunts as she flexes the muscle. My hand slips down and mirrors hers; wrapping my fingers around us both. I can't curl them around us completely, given Vinyl's thickness, but I try to hold as much as I can and squeeze us together. She stifles a moan at my touch and her hand immediately abandons it's place to wrap around my neck with her other arm. Now capable of supporting herself on both her elbows, she begins to thrust faster against me.

Pulling back further each time, the medial ring of her cock starts to rub against the tip of my own and the sudden stimulation brings an intensity of pleasure that I couldn't have imagined. I use my other hand to start stroking the upper half of Vinyl's cock, trying to keep both my hands in sync.. My upper hand rotates around her shaft in a corkscrew effect and immediately draws a thick gob of precum from her.

"Ahhhh~" Vinyl squeals. I feel another drop of her precum splash against my chest as her cock throbs in my grasp. Confident that I can keep a steady rhythm going, I turn my gaze from what's between our legs to Vinyl's beautiful face. She's huffing more frequently and her eyes are tightly held shut as her thrusts become more adamant. Her hips mash against mine, Vinyl grinding hard against me as our balls jiggle against each other and our shafts—now glistening with our mixed secretions—effortlessly rub together. It's the perfect opportunity to raise my head level with hers and press my lips against her own; a passionate kiss is exactly what the moment calls for. Vinyl is caught off guard but just pushes back in return. The lustful moans that escape from her are trapped in my mouth as our tongues curl against one another. Her hands behind my head squeeze tightly and mash my lips harder against her as our kiss goes on. All the while, her thrusts turn more frantic and desperate as she pulls back to speak.

"Are you getting close?" she manages to ask between pants. I nod my head once and tighten my grip on us both, squeezing us together harder as Vinyl's thrusting grows erratic. More pre drizzles on my stomach as I feel her climax approaching. I'm squeezing us tight enough that I can feel her increased heartbeat through her cock as it pulses against me. Both of us rubbing together as hard as ever with her medial ring bumping my tip in quick intervals. Vinyl's thrusting turns to uneven bucks, matching the pressure that quickly builds between my legs.

"Please, cum with me~," she whispers into my ear while staring deep into me eyes as her thrusting becomes too much. Unexpectedly, her fingers suddenly slip into mine, tightly gripping my hand as we stroke each other in tandem. I groan as I can feel her balls convulse and pull in to her body as her load surges forth. She pushes hard into my hands and I feel her urethra bulge as the upcoming flood pushes forward.

“Haaaaaaaaaaaah~,” Vinyl lets out, barely below a shout as her cock expels its hot load like cannon fire. The tip of her cock swells out suddenly, in a way that would appear obscene to anyone else not utterly given over to the beautiful mare. As it is, I couldn't deny that it felt good pressing against our stomachs. The first two ropes are shot far enough to land on my face, one splattering on my cheek and another directly on my lips. Her thrusts become short and quick as she unloads all over my body. The strands of thick cum fly this way and that, leaving thick, sticky trails across my chest and stomach. Her cock continues pulsing, the insistent throbbing pushing me over the edge as my own orgasm washes over me. Both of our cocks spurt together, white thickness mixing and coating me. The two of us share a moment of silent bliss as we ride out our orgasms, the only motions being uneven and autonomic throbs. Vinyl's free hand continues to hold fast to my head, her fingers catching strands of cum as she starts to stroke it gently. Her breathing still labored, we both find ourselves giving little gasps and grunts with each spasm that now grows further apart. Eventually, my climax dies off while Vinyl's lingers a bit more; her flared head still shooting weak strings of her seed until it's reduced to a long ooze of goo from her glans onto my hand. I'm a panting mess as our aftermath shimmers on my once clean body. Vinyl looks like she's in another world before her afterglow fades. Her eyes come back into focus and she notices the ropes of cum that are scattered literally all over my upper body.

"Oh shit!" she gasps, "I am so sorry! I didn't mean to-" her voice is cut off as I slowly place a lone finger to her lips. I lick my lips first to wipe off the cum. The taste surprises me as the thick fluid is salty, yet retains a honey-like sweetness to it. I make sure to swallow before opening my mouth.

"It's okay, Vinyl," I assure her with a chuckle. "It's not that big a deal."

She blushes hotly before leaning in for a deep kiss of appreciation. Pulling back before too long, realization shines in her eyes as she looks at me. "Wait." Her horn lights with a dim sky blue aura and my chest begins to tingle. Suddenly, as if with a over-sized squeegee, the fluids are wiped clean from my chest and suspended in a magic ball mid-air beside me. "That's better," she whispers softly before returning to the kiss, this time relaxing her muscles and laying on my now-cleaned chest. The feeling of the fluids is replaced with a soft touch of Vinyl's coat as her body heat begins to mingle with mine on a closer level. This close, I can feel the beating of her heart against my own and Vinyl raises a hand to my cheek mid-kiss.

Pulling back slowly, her eyes drift open. I'm staring into the crimson-lined pupils and she returns the deep gaze. Her forehead rests against mine and she blinks slowly. "Thank you so much, for everything. You're the best boyfriend I could ever ask for," Vinyl says. There's a sincerity to her tone that warms my heart unlike anything I've felt before. The words pour like honey into my ears as the edges of my mouth tug up into a smile.

I'm speechless. The anxiety from earlier has disappeared from her entirely and after sharing what we just have, I feel as if we've connected in a way that eluded us before now. Vinyl moves slightly to touch her nose to mine, giggling cutely before collapsing completely in my arms. I wrap myself around her, holding her close and stroking her back as her gentle breath makes her tummy bulge against me at a constant rate. Tail lying limp, the rest of her body along one of my legs, we lie together like that.

Over the sound of her breathing, I can't help but notice the thunder and lightning have stopped and only the soft pattering of the rain against the window remained. The sound was soothing, mixing in with that of her breathing. "Vinyl?"

"Mhmm?" she mumbles.

"You're free to spend the night, if you'd like."

She giggles softly. "I'd love to." She takes another breath, as if to say something, but instead exhales, leaving a pause in the air. I'm about to ask her if she would like to sleep here or in the bed, but she begins speaking first. "Umm, can I ask you something?"

"Of course," I reply in a soft tone. Something about the way she said that tells me she's getting nervous again.

"Well, I, umm…." And there it is.

My hand comes up and holds her cheek, caressing her face and bringing her eyes to mine as her chin rests on my chest. "Vinyl, I don't want you to be hesitant about asking me something. You can tell me. What do you want?" I ask, assuring her with a sincere look.

"Well, I-I-I want you." She sighs softly, continuing in a quieter though more insistent tone, "no, I need you.," her hand comes up to cover mine on her face. "I understand if you're uncomfortable doing this, and feel free to say no, but I want to show you how much you mean to me. Please." Her eyes shimmering, it takes me only a moment to realize what she's getting at.

I pause, staring into her face, watching her eyes shift frantically awaiting an answer. But this is something I take very seriously. Actions—as intimate as these are meant to be—are reserved for the most special of people in one's life. But Vinyl is very, if not, the most special person I've ever encountered. Every day with her has just been the most magical experience I've ever had. She’s kind, cute, and she likes me for who I am. Vinyl gulps dramatically in front of me, still waiting patiently as our met gaze remains unbroken. This will be my first time doing this with another being, so it’s all the more special to me. If it were anyone else, the decision might have been a difficult one but not with her. There's no doubt in my mind that there's only one pony in the world who deserves it, more than anyone else. She really is special to me.

In that instant, I knew my answer. I lean over and kiss her on the lips. No tongue, just a slow, simple meeting of our lips in an act of affection this moment asked for. "I'd love to," I reply.

Her eyes shine and she pulls herself off of me, standing up with her tail swishing idly. Getting up after her, she walks ahead of me, the ball of cum still held in her magic. "I'll flush this away and you." She turns, smiling sweetly before leaning close and whispers, "wait in the bedroom."

With a wink, Vinyl walks into the bathroom and shuts the door. Pants still hanging loosely, I tug them down the rest of the way and take up our clothes in a heap. Just as she asked of me, I walk past the restroom and into the bedroom. I dump the clothes into the laundry bin and lay on the bed, awaiting my marefriend.

It isn't long before Vinyl steps in, bottle in hand. As soon as she closes the door behind her and turns to face me, She steps towards me slowly. This was the first time I got a good look at her naked form, her outline being the only thing I can see.

With the hoodie off, Vinyl’s adorable ponytail is plainly visible. Her horn peeks out at the apex of her forehead, surrounded by the well organized stripes of fluorescent blue and navy that was her hair. A single lock falls down the left side of her face, lining up perfectly with the edge of her cheek as she smiles nervously at me. Her ruby eyes almost glow with an independent light, glimmering enthrallingly and stealing most of my attention as if I were a moth. Although, it isn't quite so difficult to break that gaze and turn it south, her slender neck giving way to her smooth, shapely shoulders. Her naked chest reveals her smallish breasts, the mounds bouncing somewhat with her steps as her bright nipples contrast well with her angelic coat of fur. Her stomach is smooth and a bit rounded, a thin layer of fat that works well with her fur to make it soft and pleasant to the touch. Going lower, her body widens greatly at her hips, her curvy butt making up more than enough for her smaller bust. Those hips swing effortlessly with her steps, giving her a petite pear-shape as her long tail swishes about behind her. Her thighs also stand out, quite plump to match her rump only to thin out slightly to her toned legs, the slender limbs a perfect accent to her body. But her feminine form is contrasted greatly by her dark, semi-erect cock bouncing idly above her complementary bulky testicles.

I wouldn't call her anything but breathtaking.

She comes over and places the bottle on the nightstand, ignoring it for now as she crawls onto the bed. Prowling forward on the sheets with her tail swishing side to side in sync with her round hips, she climbs on top of me. Her face comes up close to mine as our legs tangle together. Placing a hand on my cheek, her eyes shift around, staring into mine. The rain continues pattering against the bedroom window but just above the sound I can hear her gulping once before leaning in to meet my lips in the gentlest of kisses. Her eyes fall shut and I can feel her breathing through her nose. Her tail flicks about and tickles my feet, making me giggle into her mouth. She pulls back and her eyes open slowly.

“Are you sure about this? I’ll be as gentle as possible, but it’s still gonna hurt…” she drifts off, concern ringing the edges of her tone.

All I do is nod slowly, looking into her scarlet eyes with certainty. I said I’d do anything for her, and I meant it. And being honest, I've thought about having sex with her for a while now. I just never thought I'd be on the receiving end.

She smiles and looks to the side, reaching for the bottle on the nightstand. “I found some baby oil in your bathroom. It’s the closest to lube I could find. Here.” She gets off of me and sits up against the headboard, legs stretched straight outwards as she opens the bottle. “You can be on top. We’re gonna go at your pace,” she says. Lifting my leg over hers, I crawl up towards her face, similar to how she did earlier, but instead, I just sat in her lap. Our sexes are so close to each other, Vinyl’s already climbing back to full mast in expectation and emitting that alluring heat against mine.

"Should I mention I've never done this before? Like, I've never been touched back there by anyone but me," I mumble, looking off to the side.

"Wait, what? You mean, I'm gonna be your first?"

I nod sheepishly, "I wouldn't want anypony else to do it except you."

Her mouth falls open and a blush touches her cheeks; whatever about expecting to have sex with me tonight, I doubt she expected to take my anal virginity. "I'll be as gentle as possible, you can trust me. I want this to be memorable for us."

"So do I."

Squirting a pool of oil into her palm, Vinyl beckons me onto my knees. I scoot up so she can reach around me and our cocks touch, rubbing each other again. She pauses before doing anything else.

“I’m gonna lube you up, ‘kay?” she says in a soothing voice. Even after being in her palm, the stuff's probably still cold. I nod, shivering quickly after as Vinyl slowly runs her finger against my entrance and spreads the slick oil against it. The sensation becomes too much and I throw my arms over her shoulders, hugging her tightly. Vinyl giggles as her finger-tip runs circles around my pucker. As suddenly as it began, she stopped, at least only long enough to dip her finger back into the pool of oil before bringing it back around against me. The liquid sinks into my skin, moistening me up and leaving the pucker slicked. Again, her finger disappears to dip into the oil but this time, upon returning, she presses it gently against my tensed hole. Vinyl leans in to kiss my neck, humming against me in a way that sounds calming. Her kisses are slow from spot to spot, each one followed by a huff of air, drenching my neck in her warmth. She’s successful in loosening my muscles as her finger manages to slip into me. Momentarily feeling the urge to move, her arms tighten around me suddenly and hold me in place while her kisses continue and her finger slowly retracts. It's slow going, Vinyl pulling out fully each time to apply more oil but with each round of lubing it becomes easier and my entrance starts to gradually loosen. The lathering is smooth and gentle, as if she was afraid I would break from one finger, but it isn't so bad. Eventually it gets to a point where her whole finger is inside me, her knuckles kneading my rear from her trying to get as deep as she can, pressing her finger-tip against my walls, applying more lube and massaging me from the inside.

“You feeling good so far?” Vinyl asks.

“Mhmm,” I mutter. The internal massage does feel quite pleasing, soothing muscles I never knew I had.

“Good.” Next thing I know, Vinyl slips in a second finger. Her twin appendages press gently in opposite directions, stretching me slightly. I moan softly and clench in resistance on instinct, only to have Vinyl’s heated breath on my neck again. “Shhh, I’m just prepping you. Just keep breathing and relax. You know I won't hurt you and we can stop if you want to.”

Her words are like a massage in itself, suppressing my growing anxiety as I relax and lean against her. “That’s it,” she coos, "just relax. I promise this'll feel as good for you as it does for me.” Her hand comes around to slather the remaining oil in her palm over our genitals. She wraps her hand around us both and rubs us together, similar to how she did earlier, all while continuing to spread my entrance. The oil gets everywhere, making both of our rods slippery as Vinyl holds them together and some droplets roll down my length to curl around the curve of our touching balls. The bed creaks quietly as Vinyl pivots over and begins kissing the other side of my neck, making me squirm under her control. She’s slowly and steadily rubbing our shafts together, her ring bumping my tip like before, her fingers giving me an internal massage, slathering the oil against the ridges of my insides, and her face in the curve of my neck, treating my sensitive skin with kisses and puffs of her breath, all simultaneously.

Suddenly, her fingers slide out with a hushed slurp and her hand leaves our shafts to slip amongst themselves. I hear her squirt a fresh pool of oil into her hand before the cap to the oil snaps closed and the bottle thumps softly as she places it back on the nightstand.

"Just a little more, to be safe." My arms remain around her neck as she looks over my shoulders and dips her fingers in the oil. Again, two fingers slide into my entrance and brush my inner walls. I know it's just two fingers, but it feels like so much more. Her fingering is gentle, just like she promised as more oil is applied to me. Still, I can't help flinching as a third finger catches me off-guard, spreading me further. I know she's watching, observing her dexterity over my shoulder as her fingers slide in and out repeatedly, a squelching noise following each plunge.

"That should be enough," Vinyl smiles contently, pulling out her fingers and giving my ass a squeeze. I moan slightly at her fingers molding my soft flesh, massaging it gently, just like everything else she was doing. "Hehe, sorry. Couldn't help it." Just like before, she applies the leftover oil to her cock, lubing it up until it was slick against my own shaft. I could feel how ready she was - horsecock throbbing steadily, awaiting my touch as her full, plump balls rolled around beneath my own. "Alright, I'm ready when you are."

As I positioned myself above her crotch, my hands met her shoulders and I looked into her eyes, losing myself in the deep red irises.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Vinyl asks one final time, her hand meeting mine on her shoulder. I give her a simple nod and lean in, kissing her on the lips, the soft skin meeting mine as the rain slowed significantly outside. "Okay. And remember, go slow."

My body comes down, her flat head connecting with my entrance. All that was needed is the final push. I try lowering myself and easing her in, but her shaft just slips against my pucker, sliding between my ass cheeks instead. "Oooh, you're too tense," Vinyl's hands come to my hips and massage them soothingly. "Just take a deep breath...."

At that, I follow her advice, focusing on being relaxed. I inhale slowly and with a wet squish, my second attempt at accepting her is fruitful. The first thing that strikes me is the moderate pain. Vinyl's prepping did help in loosening myself, but her actual appendage dwarfed her fingers. It stretches me out and I grit my teeth, whimpering and grunting as barely half an inch snuck inside.

But I knew I had to relax. My mind drifted; I thought about us, and how we've only had four official dates. Often times we'd just agree to hang out somewhere, like going shopping, but one specific moment stood out from the rest.

We were hanging out in the center of town. I had just bought us both drinks and Vinyl had the idea to walk around the flower beds in the nearby massive public park. Vinyl, of course, was cutely sipping her strawberry smoothie while I had my own pomegranate flavored one. My fingers slipped between hers and we just walked around, holding hands. We didn't need to do any of those other things people always talk about; cheesy as it may sound, just being with her was more than enough. Eventually, she spotted a wooden bench and pulled me along. It didn't take very long before she was lying down with her head in my lap, watching clouds go by. Words weren't needed; instead she offered to share her pair of earbuds and we just listened to her MP3 player together. I would stare down into her majestic eyes and she'd smile up into my own, both of us isolated in our own world, away from reality. From all the time we had together, I knew she would never hurt me, and I'd never hurt her.

With my thoughts focused, the pain became all the more bearable, fading into the background of my concerns as Vinyl's arms wrapped around me lovingly. She held me close as her shaft plunged within my depths, her precum flowing abundantly and lubing me in the places her fingers did not reach. I felt her girth widen and I assumed I had reached her base, but when it thinned out again I realized I had just now only made it past her medial ring. It was there I stopped, listening to Vinyl whimper in delight.

"Vinyl, you okay?" I ask, grunting still.

"Yeah. You're just really—oh—warm inside. It's so much better than I imagined."

"I'm glad," I whisper, flinching a bit as the pain is ever present, but bearable. Only because it's her.

Closing in on her delicate face to meet her lips, she leans back into the pillows with her arms wrapped around me and brings me with her, my body meeting her tone torso and soft breasts as our kiss deepens. Tongues wrestling and her mounds squashed against my chest, I begin my ascent, her hips lifting as much as they can in an attempt to keep her shaft inside me, but to no avail. Her medial ring stretches my opening momentarily before I'm capable of pulling up until her flared head threatens to spring loose. But that isn't my intent as I force myself back down on her hard rod. Vinyl moans in my mouth, enjoying my virgin tightness as I make my way back down to her ring slowly. The pain is still palpable, but I keep my focus on my marefriend as the pleasure of knowing I was being filled by her overrode the sting of being stretched. I throw my arms around her neck, holding her as close as possible while we kissed passionately. Her tongue curves to caress mine as her arms stroke my back, all while I kept a slow and steady pace of working her length as her ring and flared head massaged my insides. The oil definitely helped as the whole motion is as smooth as the lubricant itself.

Our kiss breaks and Vinyl dives in against my exposed neck. I moan loudly as she plants wetter and longer kisses, painting my neck as if it were a blank canvas. She knows as well as I do that the pleasure could help alleviate the pain, kisses present the easiest means of keeping my mind on how good she can make me feel. But there was give and take; my tight insides massaged and squeezed her flesh as I squirmed and I could only hope that it felt as good for her as she was making me feel. She groans every time I descend on her shaft, the vibrations of her voice reverberating against my neck, spiking my pleasure further.

I want to take more of her; the need to feel more of her inside becomes too much to ignore as her tender treatment helps the pain subside. Reaching down to spread the cheeks of my ass apart, I test myself a few times with some quick, sharp bouncing alternated with relaxing my muscles and just slowly dropping into her lap as far as I could. Her shaft's so rigid that I can feel every pulsing vein, every slicked inch scraping against me on the way down, the soft walls of my interior stroking and squeezing her as I swallowed her whole. Vinyl squeals out in surprise and my own moans intermingle with her voice as I finally hilt myself fully on her shaft, the last few inches slipping in as I gently meet her throbbing balls with a soft smack. Vinyl's fingernails dig into my back, her breath hot and quick as her rod sinks into my core, both of us finally becoming as one. The feeling was astounding. It felt as if some empty part of me was filled for the first time in my life, and it was wonderful. My arms wrap around her waist as I grind my hips against her, encasing her cock in my warmth. Her arms snap around me, allowing my rump to nestle easily in the curve of her lap while her legs fidgeted behind me. Warmth spills from the tip of her cock as it twitches inside me, Vinyl essentially wrapping herself around me, holding me as close as physically possible. Little whimpers escape her, suggesting it still isn't enough.

I begin to bounce slowly on her shaft, Vinyl moaning every time my rear makes contact with her plush thighs with a dull slap. She clutches me hard, her chin digging into my shoulder as she begins to thrust up to match my movements. The flared head of her cock manages to hit a sweet spot inside me that sends a rush of pleasure through me, the likes of which I've never experienced before. The wonderful, adorable mewling sounds she makes as my bouncing becomes more forceful is music to my ears. I'm unable to really speed up my movements, but I try to clench hard and massage her thick rod with my inner muscles, my own cock growing harder with pleasure.

"Nnnnh, I'm getting close," Vinyl barely says while her eyes fade open. "Should I-nnnnh-Should I pull out?" She asks, clenching her teeth and holding back for as long as she can to make the feeling last.

My forehead presses against hers and I look her in her beautiful eyes. "No. Stay inside, and don't let go," I whisper between pants, my climax approaching in sync with hers. I wanted to assure her that this was what I wanted. To be with her. For her to fill me entirely with her essence. I wanted her to understand that I accept her for who she is.

Her voice catches in her throat and I swear I can see a tear in the corner of her eye. In one instant, her voice becomes remarkably clear and in that moment she speaks one more sentence.

"I love you."

With that, her knees come up in a lock, holding me fast against her body. Her breasts press against my chest, her arms coiled around me and hugging like her life depended on it. Her cock throbs inside me, like an earthquake on my insides as I grunted and sank down to take her whole shaft, submitting myself to her desperate embrace. My penis was encased in her soft tummy fur, the feeling of each individual hair brushing my sensitive areas as I ground against her. She held on tight, resting the side of her face on my shoulder as her thrusts became short and erratic, the room filled with the lewd slapping of our bodies meeting. It gave me the chance to bury my face in her exposed neck, draping tender kisses about as her testicles convulsed and her hips gave a final thrust into me, her rod sinking as far as it could.

I came first, squirting my load into the area just below her plush breasts, blending in with the color of her coat. Her ring continued stimulating that sweet spot inside me as my load expelled between us. With a deep groan, my mind faded as I let it all out. Simultaneously, my insides clench, squeezing hard on Vinyl's shaft and my focus teetered when her orgasm breached my body.

She groaned aloud, her girth bulging in waves as her massive load surged forth directly into my depths. The sound came loud and clear as she fired her fluids forth; a low, thick squirting, like a deep gulp of something creamy. The lurid sound echoed each time her cock pulsed and propelled a rope of cum forth inside me. She was literally pumping me full of her seed, and it was hot. Not an uncomfortable heat, but quite the opposite; a comforting warmth that only Vinyl could provide. And the fluids felt like they wouldn't stop. The thick cum filled my every crevice and ridge, clinging to my walls as more and more unloaded within me, my body shivering at the feeling of it sloshing inside me. It became too much, my stomach expanding slightly to contain it, but with Vinyl holding me so tightly, there was no room to expand into. Instead, the flood was forced outwards, the overflow spurting out of me around Vinyl's cock, while the fluids coat her balls and most of the area around my entrance in the thick substance. She kept going, on and on, far longer than her first orgasm. It felt like hours as her balls emptied their fresh load relentlessly inside me. I had lost track of time as eventually, Vinyl's orgasm faded, her shaft still quivering inside me and her breath coming in ragged pants. She had exhausted herself from her powerful climax and her limbs lay limp, loosely clinging to my body. All she can do is nuzzle her face against mine, letting her breathing slowly calm down to something steadier. My stomach felt as full as ever, but it was a soothing fullness inside me that could put me to sleep, like having a good meal. A haze starts to cloud my mind but I fight the grogginess.

"Vinyl, you okay?" I ask softly, my hand coming up to stroke her hair.

She mumbles against me, eventually pulling herself away to look into my eyes. "That was... that was incredible." She stretches up to kiss me softly before falling back against the pillows with a soft “pomf”. "How about you? I didn't hurt you did I?"

I shake my head lazily and lean down to her to nuzzle her in the seeping moonlight that illuminates half her face, her smile outshining it as she nuzzles me back.

"C'mere," Vinyl mutters, clutching me tight and shimmying down on the bed so she could lie down flat on her back, my body now resting on her as her depleted shaft slipped out from me with a squelch. Some cum leaks out from my pucker, but most of it remains inside me, still keeping me warm. "I got it," Vinyl mutters again, snapping her fingers as the collective fluids disappear from our bodies, the volume inside me left untouched, keeping me full. I then hear my toilet flush in the distance. With the fluids gone, nothing separates me from just lying on top of her, her fur as soft as ever. I slide off her body and wrap my arms around her, holding her under my chin and cuddling her softly.

"Umm, this may sound weird, but... can I... umm... hold you?" Vinyl asks sheepishly, blushing madly as she looks up at me. The look in her eyes, the deep caring they reflect, pleading me to say "yes". But I would never say "no" to her. I nod lazily and she smiles heartfully.

Vinyl watches me retract myself from her, clutching my arms to my chest and awaiting her move. She pulls the covers over us both and before I'm able to do anything else, she's already thrown her arms around me and pulled me into her body; her hand lays against the back of my head and her other arm trails lazily along my back as she cuddled me close. Her leg goes over my thigh and the rest of our lower limbs become a tangled mess, her tail topping it off by curling around my waist as she quite literally wraps me in her. My senses are invaded by her and only her as my head is pushed into the crook of her neck and my body lines up perfectly with hers. A closer position gives me a clear sound of her lulling heartbeat and her fur brushes my body like the greatest of blankets. And best of all, with my head against her neck, the air is saturated with her vivid scent - a soothing aroma like a natural incense.

"You comfortable?" Vinyl asks soothingly, kissing the top of my head. I nod and mumble into her, finding comfort in being held in her ever-so-gentle arms. I kind of expected it to be somewhat awkward, being the one who's held in bed, but it wasn't. I felt cared for and wanted and a part of me hoped dearly that Vinyl felt it just as keenly as I. "Good." she hugs me closer and nuzzles my head. She rubs my back gently and I feel her foot stroke mine oh-so slowly. The touch is soothing, calming the last of my tired muscles.

“Hey,” Vinyl whispers above me. I turn up to make eye-contact, assuring her I’m listening. Her hand trails up and she plays with my hair, her fingers delicately combing through it lightly. “Thank you. I don’t think I’m saying this enough, but thank you, so much.”

“Of course, Vinyl. I’d do anything for you.”

“H-hmm, not just for letting me hold you like this.” She blushes. “But for everything. It's just, no one’s ever treated me so nicely, ever. I... I've always been scared of being left alone,” her voice trails off and she looks away, "and things are rough when you live your fear. But you,” her eyes come back to mine and they look moist with tears, “You changed that for me. I’m just in a whole different world when I’m with you. You make me feel like a Pegasus pony, flying high above the world. I always get so giddy when you agree to hang out somewhere. I know it’s childish, but it’s true. You give me something to look forward to. You give me a reason to wake up in the morning. You give me something to treasure and hold close,” her arms clutch me tighter against her body, the heat it bathes me in is so consoling. Eyes falling shut, a lone tear streaks down her gentle face.

“Vinyl?” I ask. I was listening intently to her, feeling touched by the serenity of her tone.

“...I was just so scared of losing you.... That you'd think I'm a freak.... And I’d be alone all over again” She sniffles, burying her face in my head for comfort. She never told me much about her past, but it’s clear as day she’s been through tough times.

“Vinyl,” I pull out from under her head and press my forehead to hers, staring into those lustrous eyes as a few more tears scatter about her face. “I’m not gonna let that happen. You are not a freak. You’re beautiful, inside and out, and you’ll never be alone. I’ll always be here.”

Her expression morphs into a bright smile, her face lunging forward to nuzzle mine, her tears wiped on my face. And I accept it, nuzzling back realizing her tears are my tears. It'd pain me to see her so hurt.

"Oh, and Vinyl?" I speak suddenly, pulling back to guarantee I was looking softly into her eyes. She meets my gaze with a smile and awaits the rest of my words. With no hesitation or second thoughts, I know I've never been more sincere in the entirety of my life when my lips move to say these last four words:

"I love you too."

I watch her face contort cutely as she can only shut her eyes and press her lips to mine, kissing me deeply. No tongue, just a sign of love, caring, gratitude, and everything else that welled up in her at my words. When she pulled back, I noticed her eyes watering with fresh tears and I smile up at her, one of my arms shifting out from her to come up and wipe her face delicately with my thumb. She nuzzles my hand and holds me tightly, burying me in her coat. She sniffles once and her tail swishes against our feet, her heartbeat feeling as if it were in sync with my own. I just tuck myself further into her, letting her hold me close like a stuffed animal, as I would be something she can always rely on in whatever darkness that may frighten her. And I would never leave. She begins humming to herself, the same tune from earlier today as I lie there with her, snuggling up to her embrace. My head comes out and I press my forehead to hers. We lie there, face to face, breathing each other’s air intimately.

The only sound comes from our breathing and stray drops of water running off tree branches outside, the rain having stopped completely. No feeling could ever surpass this heaven-like state I'm in right now, lying still with Vinyl. It's something I'd never before believed I could feel, yet here I was, with the mare of my dreams.

And I wouldn't want anyone else.

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