Chapter 7: Motivation

((Okay, when I said there was going to be a shipping scene in this chapter, I meant it. The reason the chapter took so long is mostly because I've never written anything like that, but I forced myself to. Not because of pressure, but because I always try to write different kinds of scenes, and the clop scene was indeed a different experience. I will say this. There will probably be more shipping in future chapters. Oh, and a note on the clop scene in this chapter: I didn't stylize it like some kind of pony porno, but more of a romantic love scene. Plenty of emotion, and all that jazz. The chapter itself only gives a little to story progression. Chapter is skippable, but you may be a bit confused when you hit chapter 8. Well, here's chapter 7.))

It was a pleasant morning in Ponyville the sun had been raised, and the birds were chirping Bass had left his curtains open, allowing the warm glow of the winter sun to envelop the two lovers in its warm glow. Bass smiled as he opened his eyes, and looked down at the mare who had nuzzled into the fur on his chest subconsciously, and he placed a wing protectively over her sleeping form. The next few minutes felt like hours as he waited for his sleeping lover to awake. He stared at her, smiling, his dark blue eyes flaunting their white flecks that looked like stars in the night sky. It was easy to tell why he had been given the stage name Lunar Black. Too bad very few ponies ever got to see his eyes. Vinyl was one of the lucky few. She was one of the only 3 ponies that he could remember letting close enough to take in the details. Although when he was a foal, he was always self-conscious about them, always thinking that the other ponies would make fun of him for his weird eyes. Then he met Rythm, who was so stubborn to make him embrace the beauty of his eyes.

Bass was once again taken from his thoughts when Vinyl rustled around, gently. "Mmm. Good morning, Bass." She smiled at Bass, slowly opening her eyes. She looked so beautiful in the morning sunlight. Bass fell for her all over again. He hadn't yet told her exactly how he felt, and was almost afraid to. He didn't exactly know how to tell her. In fact the only other pony he'd ever loved was  Rythm, and he was afraid she wouldn't feel the same.

"And good morning to you, too, beautiful." He smiled, and ruffled up her mane with his hoof. "We should get ready for the party, Babe."

Vinyl grinned and rolled on top of Bass, smiling playfully, and pinning him to the bed. "I might need a little bit of incentive, first." The playful mare giggled, as she stared into Bass's eyes.

Bass smiled, instantly understanding what Vinyl meant, and more than happy to oblige. He wrapped his wings around Vinyl, and rolled over, positioning himself on top of her, kissing her passionately, as he slowly moved a hoof to Vinyl's chest, tracing it down her body, stopping just above her most sensitive spot, teasingly. He could feel the eager mare wiggling to try to cause the hoof to make contact, and in response, he simply moved his hoof further away from it. Meanwhile, the two tongues were busy twisting around eachother, locked in the sensuous dance. Both ponies had their eyes closed, savoring this sweet moment for as long as they could.

Bass tensed for a moment as he felt Vinyl's hoof stroking his member, and countered by lowering his hoof, and tracing it around the lips of Vinyl's marehood, causing her to release soft moans into Bass's mouth, as the two tongues continued to dance around each other.

Bass broke the kiss, smiling, a single strand of saliva still connecting the two. Vinyl continued to moan, as Bass's hoof continued to circle her spot. Bass could tell that she wanted more, but he just loved to see the yearning in her ruby eyes. After another minute of teasing, Vinyl managed to muster her words. "Please, Bass. Put it in... I want it so bad. I want you inside me."

Bass nodded, smiling. He wanted to slide himself inside her wet marehood just as bad as she wanted it. Before he could think twice, he felt the eager mare's hoof guiding him toward her wet nethers. He groaned slightly as he penetrated the tight slit, Vinyl gasping sharply and whimpering in pleasure all in one breath. In all reality, this was the first time they had gone this far since the first time just a little over a week ago, and in the stallion's mind, he wouldn't have had it any other way.

Bass slowly continued to push himself deeper into Vinyl until there was no more room for him. Vinyl was now breathing heavily, and dragging her hooves down the stallion's back, staring straight into his eyes, both lovers nearly hypnotized by the beauty of each other's eyes.

Bass began thrusting his lower half slowly back and forth, allowing his member to slide gently in and out of The white mare's slit, savoring every moan and whimper she let out. As he continued to stare into the beautiful ruby irises, Vinyl caught him by surprise. "B-bass?"

Bass continued his slow thrusting as the white mare stared lovingly into his eyes. "Y-yes, Vi?"

"Bass... I l-love you!" she managed before letting out a scream of pleasure, her juices erupting onto Bass's member, which was still rhythmically penetrating her.

"I… I love you too, Vi." Bass said, as he leaned over to kiss Vinyl passionately as he continued to pulsate in and out of her. Slowly he increased the rhythm, each time, sliding his member as far in as he could, then pulling it about half way out only to do it all over again. He didn't want this to ever end. It was the perfect moment. The two lovers were entwined almost as if they were one perfect being. But Bass could tell it was about to end, as he felt himself building up to his climax. It didn't help that Vinyl was about to erupt again.

Vinyl let out a loud scream of ecstasy, and her love juice began pouring all over Bass's member once more. Bass was fighting his own climax. He was about to pull it out and spray his mixture on Vinyl's chest just like last time, but as he was preparing to, he felt Vinyl's hind legs wrap around him. He looked her straight in the eyes, straining to speak, as well as straining to hold his own eruption. "Vi, I'm gonna come."

Vinyl nodded, and looked lovingly into Bass's eyes, smiling. "I know. I want it inside me, Bass. I want everything you can give me. If I get pregnant, so be it. I love you, and I know you love me. Nothing will change how I feel for you. Not now, not ever."

Bass smiled, a small tear rolling down his cheek. "Alright, Vi. If that's what you want."

"It is, Bass," she managed out, through moans. "It is."

Bass nodded, and leaned down, kissing Vinyl passionately as he thrust himself all the way inside her, and let loose his hot mix, filling her hole to the brim, some of the white liquid spurting out. Vinyl screamed passionately into Bass's mouth, as her own juices flowed from her slit for a third time, both sets of fluids mixing onto the sheets of the bed, as a spent Deep Bass laid on top of the exhausted Vinyl Scratch, holding each other tight, Bass's wings still wrapped around Vinyl protectively. The rest of the morning was spent in bed, with Bass holding Vinyl tightly as she laid her head on his chest. Bass could never figure out her obsession with his chest, but he was beginning to get curious.

About an hour later, Bass got up, and walked to the kitchen, and began cooking breakfast. Just after he started cooking the eggs and bacon, a messy-maned Vinyl walked into the kitchen, and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. "Smells good, my love."

Bass smiled and kissed her back. "Why thank you, dear." He then grabbed the spatula, and scooped the eggs out of the frying pan, setting one egg on each plate, and scooping the bacon from the other pan, evenly dividing the bacon between the two plates. He then carried the plates to the table, setting one down in front of Vinyl, kissing her softly.

"Bass," she smiled at the stallion. "You spoil me."

Bass smiled, sitting down across from her. "Only the best for the best, Vi." Vinyl blushed as she began to eat. "So can I ask you a quick question, Babe?"

Vinyl looked up from her food. "What is it, dear?"

"Would you have even given me a second thought if I wasn't Lunar Black?" he asked, not exactly sure he wanted an answer.

Vinyl looked him straight in the eyes. "When we first met, I thought you were generally an awesome pony. That's why I decided to hang out with you at first. Not because you were Lunar Black. I don't love you for who you used to be. I love you for who you are. And I always will. No matter what."

Bass smiled, blushing. "Thanks, Vi. That means so much to me. And one more thing."

"Go ahead, love."

"Why do you like sleeping on my chest? I don't mind it, but I'm just starting to get curious is all."

Vinyl blushed, her cheeks almost matching her eyes. "Oh… that. Well, when I hear your heartbeat, it reminds me that I'm not dreaming, and all this will still be here when I awake. That and I like being wrapped in your wings, and I know you'll do it when I lie on your chest."

Bass smiled, and got up, taking the two empty plates and dropping them in the sink, giggling at Vinyl. "And that's why I love you, Vi."

Vinyl smiled, and stood, trotting to the bedroom to fix her messy mane.

As the bedroom door closed, Bass heard a knock at his front door, and dashed over to open it, not even aware of how unruly his own mane had been after the morning's activities. Bass opened the door to the familiar yellow unicorn, who giggled at her brother's messy mane. "Well, I see someone had a rather eventful morning."

Bass quickly looked in the mirror to his right, and blushed. "Oh… yeah. Didn't even notice that."

Treble sniffed the fragrant air of the house. "It smells like sex and bacon in here… when did you learn to cook?"

Bass shrugged. "Don't know. Guess things come naturally when you're hungry."

"Well, I suggest you go tidy yourself up before we go to the party. Silver Sky and her bandmates are coming, and I will not have you looking and smelling as if you had just stepped out of a harem."

Bass laughed at his sister's comment and nodded. "Right, Treb. I'll wash up. I'm sure Vinyl would love to keep you company."

Treble smiled. "Very well." She then walked in, and took a seat on the couch, as Bass walked into the bedroom. Treble giggled as she heard the delighted squeal of the mare, quite sure Bass had just informed her of her arrival. Moments later, Vinyl emerged from the bedroom, and stood before Treble.

"Good morning, Treble. Can I get you anything to drink?"

"No no, Vinyl. I'm fine. Please sit down. I'd like to get to know you, and I'm sure you have so many questions."

Vinyl simply nodded, and sat down on the couch. " So... What was Bass like as a foal."

Treble smiled, recollecting her fond fillyhood memories. "Believe it or not, he was a shy one. Neither of us had many friends, so we were always playing together. We were practically inseparable. You wouldn't believe how much he's changed. He really didn't become the trouble-maker he is until he got into that band."

"Oh? And when did he discover his talent for music?"

"Well, it was around the time our father died. He was still a young foal, at the time, and everypony in our family was pretty shaken by it. He locked himself in his room for three days with our father's instruments. I still don't know how he did it, but when he came out, he had written the most emotional song I had ever heard. It was beautiful. He sang it at our father's funeral, and next thing you know, he had his cutie mark. Our mother enrolled him in a school for young and talented foals, and sure enough, a few years later, Fasthor5 was born, along with Lunar Black."

"That's amazing!"

Treble nodded, and smirked, one of her ears perking up, her smirk turning to a full blown smile, as she could barely hear something she hadn't heard in a while. "Do you want to hear something really amazing?"

Vinyl nodded.

"Good. Follow me." The two mares stood, and snuck into the bedroom, creeping over to the bathroom door. Through the sound of running water, the two could hear the sound of an angelic voice. Bass was singing… with no music.

Vinyl's jaw dropped at the beautiful sound she heard coming from the shower. The two mares pressed an ear to the door, and listened. Bass was singing. It wasn't just the usual humming of random notes that Vinyl did while she was in the shower. No, this was honest-to-Celestia, heartfelt, emotional singing. It was beautiful.

Vinyl smiled, a tear coming to her eye, and looked at Treble, who was signaling they should leave. The two mares walked into the living room, and sat back down. "That was really amazing! But he's a singer. It's what he does, right?"

Treble nodded. "Yes, but for Bass to sing such a heartfelt song, and without music. I've only heard him do that once in my life. He only does it when he truly feels inspired. I don't know what you did, Vinyl, but you did something truly amazing."

((Post-Read))

Yeah. To be completely honest, I find it absolutely ironic that I named the chapter "Inspiration," due to the fact that in the chapter, it reveals that Vinyl is Bass's muse. The irony came when I realized that the chapter started with a shipping scene, and there's a hip hop / R&B song by the same name that is basically about sex. So, yeah. Have fun laughing about that till the next chapter gets posted. And seeing as how I'm going to be writing nonstop over ten days, there's gonna be a huge influx of chapters to the story once I hit port.

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