Vinyl shorts: And that's how I met your mother


                                            Prompt:

                                            I want to ride on Vinyl's back.


                                            Green:

                                            >Be Anon

                                            >Be pretty fugged up

                                            >Some might say you were acting 'inappropriately' at this little shindig.

                                            >'Some' being specifically the parents of this kids birthday party who were trying their best to push you out of their house.

                                            >The nerve of these guys, you stop by uninvited and they have the gall to get mad when you pour yourself a few drinks.

                                            >If they didn't want anyone drinking then they shouldn't have left the booze out down in the basement and locked behind a cupboard.

                                            >Needless to say, they were being poor hosts, which you informed them of.

                                            "Yoouu guyz aree being reeeal jerkz..."

                                            >"Just get out! We don't want you here!" The lady horse says, pushing you to the door.

                                            >"Who are you?!" The penis one yells into your leg.

                                            >Typical

                                            >Not wanting to stay here any longer yourself, you make for the door when something catches your eye in the backyard.

                                            "Aww whaat? Youze got a bouncy castkle? Awesome."

                                            >Turning back around, you head to the opposite door, dragging the couple behind you as they try to stop your drunken advance.

                                            >"Oh my Celestia, Maple, he's almost to the children! Get the guards!

                                            >You feel the weight leave your legs and see the man pony brace himself against the door in front of you.

                                            >"You will NOT go out there! The guards will be here any second, you'd better leave!"

                                            "Youuu can't tell me what to do! You're not me real dad!"

                                            >"Wha-"

                                            >And with that, you grab a hold of the door and fling it open, sending the father with it smashing him into the wall.

                                            "Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeers *urp* Uncle Aaanoon! Where's da birthday boy?"

                                            >A picnic table full of foals all turns to look at you, one of them answering back.

                                            >"I'm a girl!"

                                            >"Aww acourse ya are Billy!" You say, staggering over to the table.

                                            >Stopping half way, you notice there's music playing and start doing the monkey.

                                            "Aww yeah, thisz my jam!"

                                            >Looking where the music was coming from, you see a bored white unicorn looking through records.

                                            "Damn millennialsh, always lookin at their phones. Back in my day... Oh wait pony rides!"

                                            >Making your way over to the poky pony, she notices you as your shadow covers her.

                                            >She gives you an inquisitive look, which you don't answer. Instead throwing a leg over her back and grabbing a hold of her blue mane.

                                            >Being a little too tall, you have to squat down a bit, resting your weight on her back.

                                            >This makes her let out a very strained wheeze and start squirming to try and get away from you, to no avail.

                                            >Bending over, you whisper into the increasingly frantic pony's ear.

                                            "Hey baby, I'm Anon."

                                            >The mare goes rigid for a second before trying her best to buck you off of her.

                                            "Yee haw! Get a lawng little doggy!" You yell, smacking your ride on her flank a few times.

                                            >Your pony becomes more agitated, neighing fearfully and kicking out, knocking over a few speakers and chairs.

                                            >As you're taken near the main picnic table, the foals all scream and stampede out of the way before it's flipped over, sending cake and balloons everywhere.

                                            >Panting, the sweaty mare beneath you stumbles and falls over into the bouncy castle, ripping a hole in it with her horn and sending you into the air pump, smashing it.

                                            >The castle slowly deflates, covering you both in its rubbery confines.

                                            >Not long after, you are dragged out from beneath the castle and put into restraints, two guard ponies holding you up by the armpits.

                                            >"Thank you for calling us ma'am, we'll get this troublemaker out of your mane."

                                            >"No thank /you/, I'm just happy none of my babies got hurt."

                                            >You feel the ground move under you as you're dragged from the backyard and through the house, mostly out of it and a little woozy.

                                            >"Into the chariot Anon, the princess is gonna want a word with you."

                                            >Cracking your eyes open a little more, you try to focus as you are lifted and thrown into the backseat of what must be a pony version of a cruiser.

                                            >Doing your best not to vomit from the movement, you sit up, looking back at the house you came from.

                                            >Watching you was the horse family, the foals looking at you with fear, the mom smug, and the dad nursing a bloody nose.

                                            >As the chariot begins to leave, you take a last look at the music pony, covered in a blanket and staring right at you with a blush on her face.

                                            >Did she just mouth 'call me'?