Vinyl shorts: Lucid Lewd Dreaming


                                            Prompt:

                                            those are some tasty looking buns, could sink my teeth right into those


                                            I want to BITE Vinyl's ASS!


                                            I wonder if it has all the properties of a warm marshmallow


                                            I bet it's delicious regardless. I want to recreate that famous joke where a guy falls asleep and dreams about eating a giant marshmallow.


                                            Green:

                                            >A sickly sweet smell wafts through your nose as you glide through the white hills.

                                            >You're not quite sure how you're able to fly without wings but- oh, it seems you're wearing a wingsuit.

                                            >Strange, you didn't remember putting one on... oh well, best to pay attention to what you were doing, you don't want to crash after all.

                                            >Weaving in and out of the squishy mountains, there was disappointingly little variation in the landscape below you.

                                            >There was little else on the ground besides the comically large doughnuts, (powdered, chocolate and an interesting glowing blue) short truffula trees with light and dark blue... fur? on the tops, and the occasional puddle with swollen looking pink gumdrops lining the edges.

                                            >The sight was bizarre to be sure, but had become somewhat familiar after numerous times you'd visited the ground.

                                            >The sky above was much of the same, matching the two tone color scheme of the tops of the trees you were flying over.

                                            >Oh, there's something you hadn't seen before, a grouping of lumpy cartoonish clouds coming your way.

                                            >Floating over to them, you gently land on top of one to get a closer look.

                                            >It seems to be made of cotton candy, or marshmallow, or some squishy diabetic combination of the two.

                                            >Attempting to identify it further, you bring your face down to a lump and take a inquisitive bite out of it.

                                            >Or attempt to, the cloud seemed to have a decently high surface tension to it, not allowing for the chunk in your mouth to be separated.

                                            >Giving the cloud a few more experimental bites, you conclude that without significant effort, the cloud would remain unchewed.

                                            >You didn't come away empty handed though, the taste of marshmallow still on your tongue as you pull away.

                                            >A similar taste to the rest of the world you think, though further testing would need to be conducted.

                                            >Stepping off from the soft cloud, you're pleasantly surprised that it had floated to the ground while under your weight.

                                            >Planting both feet onto the rubbery earth, you had almost expected the cloud to shoot back into the sky, but it seems to be content where it lies.

                                            >Continuing with your experiment, you bend at the waist and burrow your head into the earth like an ostrich.

                                            >Similarly to the cloud, there is a nice amount of give, but with every bite of the marshmallowy surface, you come away with only the taste.

                                            >Frustrated, you get on your hands and knees and push together a large chunk of candy before sinking your teeth into it with some decent force.

                                            >Immediately, the ground violently shakes in what must be at least an 9.0 earthquake.

                                            >You are knocked backwards and face first into one of the surrounding puddles, getting your face drenched in what tasted like melted blue raspberry slushie.

                                            >Pulling yourself out from the semi sticky liquid, you lick your lips and look to where you had taken the bite, seeing a small drip of cherry syrup leaking from the quivering bite mark, success!

                                            >Returning to the spot, you lick up the cherry sugar an-

                                            >A coppery and decidedly not cherry taste floods your mouth.

                                            >At first you thought you might've bitten your tongue, but licking the bite mark again confirms the taste is not from you.

                                            >You didn't know marshmallow mountains could bleed!

                                            >Well now you feel bad.

                                            >Kissing the mountain's bitemark better, you give the ground an apologetic pat and move on to continue your investigation.

                                            >Curiously, there seems to be more of the gumdrop lined puddles around, many of them overflowing their basins spreading their warm fluids across the surface.

                                            >Weaving your way around, you come upon one of the small truffula trees you had seen earlier.

                                            >Walking up to it, you grab a hold of the thick trunk that was a similar shade of white to many of the other items in this world.

                                            >Unlike the others though, the trees seemed to be much stiffer and have less play, seeming to have segments underneath the bark to hold up the blue tufts of leaves.

                                            >Your visual inspection done, you gently this time, turn your head and take a bite from the tree.

                                            >Somehow your mouth is able to wrap around the trunk, letting you get much of it between your teeth.

                                            >As you bite, you make note of the same taste as the cloud and ground before the tree flexes in your grip, batting you with its colorful branches.

                                            >Not wanting to miss the opportunity, you quickly take a handful of the stringy leaves as they come down and, you guessed it, shove them into your mouth.

                                            >The taste and feeling were conversely unpleasant to say the least, blue strands of soapy tasting leaves getting stuck in your teeth as you try to get untangled.

                                            >Freeing yourself from the branches, you stumble back and land into one of the huge doughnuts like a beanbag, the spongy surface holding you quite comfortably.

                                            >Laying back, you notice the air had taken a richer, even sweeter smell than earlier, apparently coming from the puddles around you that had joined into each other.

                                            >So many had come together that they had formed a lake of warm syrup and rapidly bobbing gumdrops that you were floating on top of with the help of your Innertube-like doughnut.

                                            >Taking a closer look at your vessel, it seems to be dark chocolate with a very thick edge to it, barely any hole at all in the center save for a nice pucker in the middle.

                                            >It felt a little softer than the other things of this world, having much easier give and pliability.

                                            >The taste, you found as you nibbled on the rim, was also like mostly every other semisolid object here, a sweet candy marshmallow.

                                            >Your chocolate confectionery twitches at your touch, the middle squeezing and undulating underneath you as appears to deflate, shrinking.

                                            >As it gets smaller and smaller, you are forced to fall into the juicy, tooth achingly sweet ocean.

                                            >The sticky warmth envelopes you as you hold onto the still shrinking doughnut, eventually reducing to a normal size.

                                            >Seeing as it was no longer keeping you afloat and that it was the first thing that looked like you could actually eat, you decided to do just that.

                                            >Trying to take a bite out of the side proved to be impossible however, as no mater how you turned it, you could never get your mouth to an edge.

                                            >Trying to eat it from head on came with similar results, ending up with just a taste and little more.

                                            >Moving your attention to the center, you try pushing into the middle with your tongue.

                                            >Instead of coming out the other side, your tongue seems to only go deeper, getting warmer and wetter the farther it goes.

                                            >The doughnut seems to be fighting you as well, as you bottom out inside it, you are aware of the sides squeezing and rippling against the intruder rhythmically, trying to force you out or suck you in you aren't quite sure.

                                            >All of a sudden, the earth quakes again, sending you from your treat and completely submerging you in the hot, blue raspberry slurpie sea.

                                            >Receiving a healthy mouthful, you make it back to the surface in time to see a massive, Interstellar sized wave coming right at you.

                                            >You feel yourself being pulled by the wave as it gets closer, sucking you toward it as it builds higher and higher.

                                            >Reaching out desperately, you wrap yourself around one of the puffy gumdrops you had seen earlier and hold on tight.

                                            >It pulsates roughly In your grip, dousing you with more of the liquid as the wave speeds up, almost on top of you.

                                            >Before you die, there's one more test you need to do, as you bring your lips to the throbbing sweet and give it a bite right as the wave crashes over you.

                                            >"A-AAHHHH! BUCK!"

                                            >Your eyes snap open, only to be greeted with a very similar smelling spray causing you to reflexively close them again.

                                            >Cautiously squinting, you take in your surroundings as the voice you heard pants from somewhere in front of you.

                                            >Ah, that appears to be a very swollen and wet vagina not two inches from your face.

                                            >Pulling back a little, your vision is greeted with some familiar sights.

                                            >Sitting a little further up, was the dark chocolate doughnut.

                                            >Or should you say, deep onyx ponut?

                                            >Even higher was a truffula tree, or rather this mare's dock and tail.

                                            >Your inspection is interrupted by the mare in question turning her head back to look at you.

                                            >"O-oh hey, you're awake."

                                            >Her bright [spoiler]RED[/spoiler] eyes pierce into yours, making you remember all that happened last night.

                                            >You had gone to a beach rave with Vinyl who gave you some bomb ponydrugs™ and you two partied your hearts out.

                                            "H-*cough*-ey"

                                            >Perking up, Vinyl gives you her signature grin as she wiggles her butt, jostling your head on her pillows.

                                            >"Wakey wakey 'non."

                                            >Swallowing, you groggily clear your throat again as she keeps talking.

                                            >"You look good back there. You make a nice towel."

                                            "S-sorry I woke you up Vy."

                                            >At this, Vinyl laughs.

                                            >"Man are you kidding?! I couldn't even fall asleep to start, with you literally eating my ass."

                                            "Well w-why didn't you stop me?"

                                            >Vinyl purses her lips into a more mischievous smile while giving you a glance.

                                            >"I didn't want to stop all the fun you were having back there... plus, maybe I likes it a little rough sometimes hmmm?"

                                            >Looking down at your handiwork, you see Vinyl's usually pristine plot is marred with bruises, shallow scratches, spit, hickeys, and bite marks, one a little more red than the others.

                                            >"Note of criticism though dude?" Vinyl says as she stretches a little. "Go easier on the bean next time, I almost thought you were gonna pop it."

                                            "Oh jeez, I did this Vinyl?"

                                            >Vinyl capitalizes on the moment, making a puppydog face, complete with brimming tears.

                                            >"There was nothing I could do! I couldn't stop my big strong predator from playing with his food, ravishing everything he could get his greedy paws on."

                                            >Her face turns considerably less naive, licking her lips sensually.

                                            >"The beast had pounced on me, claiming me for himself, to do whatever he wanted with me, what could I do except accept the inevitable?"

                                            "Inevitable, that's a big word for you Vy." You say with a smirk of you own.

                                            >"I hope you have something else big for me in those pants of yours~"

                                            "Lets get off the beach first, you lewd mare. I think the early birds are coming in to surf."

                                            >"Let 'em watch, I want to make them jealous~"

                                            You say nothing, instead giving your bratty, horny mare a spank on her red flank, making her hiss.

                                            "Mmm, yesss sir."