V4 (Futa)


                                            >Celestia DAMMIT!

                                            >Galloping down the empty streets as fast as your legs will let you means you are Vinyl Scratch.

                                            >And you seriously bucked up.

                                            >Skidding around a corner you take a look at the soon to be setting sun and curse yourself again.

                                            >You never bucking learn do you?

                                            >Never get wasted the day before you gotta bounce!

                                            >Especially in a place that doesn't have any cabs!

                                            >Good buckin' job Vinyl, you bucked up on the ONE day you weren't supposed to get hammered.

                                            >Ugh... you got /really/ blasted too, if the familiar splitting headache was anything to go by.

                                            >How'd you get so messed up anyway?

                                            >You think for a second as you continue darting through somewhat familiar roads.

                                            >...Jeez, there's a few gaps missing from last night.

                                            >You do remember being around Anon a bunch though.

                                            >Anon... The weird, freaky monkey cute alien guy...

                                            >Shaking your head, you clear away those thoughts.

                                            >Focus Vinyl, you gotta make it to Pink's place or you're gonna be even more broke than usual.

                                            >If you didn't catch the train outta here you'd miss the one gig you REALLY couldn't afford to miss.

                                            >Emphasis on /afford/.

                                            >The past few months were absolute suffering.

                                            >Going from the top Michelin rated restaurants in Canterlot to cheap ramen was bucking awful.

                                            >But this next gig was gonna set you back on top and get you outta the absolute Tartarus you were in.

                                            >If you made it.

                                            >Taking a shortcut down an alleyway, you jump over some junk and make your way onto the streets again.

                                            >If you did buck this one up, your manger wouldn't even bother with you any more.

                                            >He'd prolly move onto some hot shit poser who just throws beats together and calls it music.

                                            >Snorting in anger, you come to the realization that you were seriously not built for running.

                                            >Buck, how Celestia damn far is Sugarcube corner?!

                                            >Heart racing, you wish you did more exercise as you were practically gasping for air already.

                                            >In the back of your head, you can already hear Tavi giving you her "I told you so's" for not going with her to the gym.

                                            >Of /course/ she'd be right about this too, huh.

                                            >You stumble on a bit of cobblestone and almost eat shit right then and there.

                                            >...Maybe you'd go to one of her yoga classes sometime if you made it outta here.

                                            >Ah, who were you kidding, you were still too lazy for that.

                                            >Even with the awesome view of lean tail at the gym, exercise was never your favorite, and now you're paying the price.

                                            >As if to remind you, you become painfully aware that your own, not so lean, thong covered rear had been bouncing and slapping around this whole time, right out in the open.

                                            >Blushing hard, you become distracted, letting your forehooves tangle up in front of you and sending you to the ground.

                                            >Slamming down hard onto your chest, your butt's heavy momentum carries it over your head and flips you on your back.

                                            "Oww..."

                                            >Painfully turning yourself back over, you regain your breath and look around you to see if any ponies were staring again.

                                            >Wrapping your tail around your butt protectively, you notice the town seems totally empty.

                                            >There were a bunch of pegasi, but they were way up in the clouds.

                                            "Huh, weird."

                                            >Feeling relieved but slightly disappointed, the heat cools a little from your face.

                                            >Pushing yourself back up onto your hooves, you remember that you're in a time crunch right now and resume your gallop down the streets.

                                            >Rounding another corner, you finally find your goal. Sugarcube corner.

                                            >Filled with renewed vigor, you charge to the front door and try to open it with your magic.

                                            >The knob doesn't move at all though, so you try pounding on the door like a psycho instead.

                                            "Pinkie! Lemme in! I need your help!" You shout, in between frantic knocks and gasps of breath.

                                            >You hear some clatter behind the door for a second, until it's opened to reveal a large blue earth mare.

                                            >"Oh hello dearie, Pinkie Pie is in her room upstairs, she's-"

                                            "Thankyou!" Is all you reply with before squeezing past her and flying up the stairs.

                                            >Practically breaking down the door, you tear into Pinkie's room to see her collapsed in bed.

                                            "Pinks! I need your help with my cart!" You cry, shaking the party pony awake.

                                            >"Buh... Whaah?" Is all you get in return.

                                            >Great, she was hungover too.

                                            >"Vinyl...? Wha are you still doing here sillypants?"

                                            "That's the problem Pinkie! I gotta get my cart outta the lake before the last train leaves!"

                                            >Impatiently trotting in place, you wait for her to slowly sit up and look at you.

                                            >"Vyvyyyy... I packed your cart last night rememberrr..?" Pinkie sleepily groans back at you, covering her ears.

                                            >You don't, but that's buckin awsome!

                                            "Where is it Pinks?! I gotta get to the station, pronto!"

                                            >"Its out back Vyvy..."

                                            "EEEE! Thankyouthankyouthankyou Pinkie!" you scream, giving your friend a totally platonic smooch on the lips and darting out the door.

                                            >You speed out of the house leaving a confused and slightly blue lipped Pinkie Pie behind.

                                            >"Some ponies just have too much energy." She says before tiredly flopping back down.

                                            >Rounding the back of the shop, you come across the most beautiful sight you've seen today, your cart.

                                            >All packed and ready to go, just waiting to be hooked up.

                                            >Hurriedly strapping yourself in, you set off to the train station but at a much slower pace.

                                            >Even with its enchantments, pulling your cart piled with all your junk was still really hard.

                                            >Looking up to the sky again, you see the sun start to set over the horizon.

                                            >It didn't look too late yet, you might still have a chance.

                                            >Horseapples, this was gonna be close.

                                            >Pulling hard against the straps, you force your tired and hungover body to its limit, pulling the cart with all your might.

                                            >Feeling the strain on your hooves, sides, and where you fell on your chest and back, you knew for sure you were gonna be sore tomorrow.

                                            >Maybe if you begged hard enough, you could convince Tavi to give you one of her kickass massages if everything goes right.

                                            >Since there weren't any ponies around to get in your way, you start to pick up some real speed, practically flying through the now creepily dark town.

                                            >Soon enough, you turn down the last street to see the station right in front of you.

                                            >And thank Celestia's glorious teats that the train was still there.

                                            "YES!" You gasp out as you soar down the homestretch of road.

                                            >Then you hear a sharp whistle break the silence.

                                            >Oh no.

                                            "NO!" You bark out, fiercely pulling even harder on the heavy cart.

                                            >Adrenaline courses through you as you hear the train begin to move.

                                            >Dashing up to the platform, you reach the ticket booth and almost slam right into it with all the momentum you gained.

                                            >Tapping on the glass like a maniac, you try to wake up the dosing green stallion within.

                                            "Hey! HEY! Wake up! Hey! Hurry!"

                                            >The stallion hears you and starts out of his chair before quickly meeting you at the glass.

                                            >"W-whats the matter miss?" He says shakily.

                                            "I gotta get on that train! Here!" You yell, pelting the poor guy with a few bits before taking off after the train down the platform.

                                            "HEY STOP THE TRAIN!" You shout after the slowly speeding up locomotive.

                                            >You pull up alongside a passenger car and bang on the side of it with your magic

                                            "STOP THE BUCKIN' TRAIN!"

                                            >But your cries fall on deaf ears, the train was leaving the station now and was loud enough to drown out your desperate shouts.

                                            >You skid to a halt at the end of the platform and watch it disappear into the night, taking your only chance of making it big again with it.

                                            "Stop the... *gasp* train..."

                                            >You stand there panting and gasping, watching your ride casually fade away into darkness.

                                            >You are so bucked.

                                            >A tear escapes and drips down your messy face, taking some mascara with it.

                                            >You are SO bucked!

                                            "EUARGH!"

                                            >You violently kick off your restraints and proceed to work out some well deserved frustration.

                                            >You scream in anger and smash your sore hooves into the wood, stomping around like a mare possessed.

                                            "NYAHHHH! BUCK IT ALL TO TARTARUS!!"

                                            >Your horn burns as it throws bright red sparks around you in shared fury as you spin in place.

                                            "IT'S. NOT. BUCKING. FAIR!" You yell at the sky, accentuating each word with an angry jump.

                                            >Kicking the air in rage a few times, you slowly calm down from your tantrum and hang your head.

                                            "It's not bucking fair..." You quietly sob.

                                            >"U-um miss?" A voice inquires from beside you.

                                            "WHAT?!" You spit out, rounding on the green stallion from the ticket booth.

                                            >"A-are y-y-you a-alright?" He says in a terrified voice.

                                            "DOES IT LOOK LIKE I'M ALRIGHT?!" You angrily snap at him.

                                            >"Uh n-no ma'am! Sorry!"

                                            >He scrambles out of your sight after a few more hurried sorries and leaves you alone with your wrath.

                                            >Letting out another sob, you light your still scorching horn to remove your glasses and wipe your eyes.

                                            >The only think your red tinged magic grabs though, is empty air.

                                            "No."

                                            >Shakily, you reach a hoof to your head and are met only with your naked face.

                                            >You start to panic again as you tear through your cart, frantically looking for your magenta glasses.

                                            "No no no no no no NO!"

                                            >You go through the whole thing but the only thing left inside after taking everything else out is empty wood staring back at you.

                                            >Speechless, you fall back off your aching hooves and sit on the edge of the platform.

                                            >Tears form under your eyes, but you make no attempts to stop them as they begin to fall freely.

                                            >Silently crying, the anguish eating you from the inside, you sit there and weep.

                                            >As your adrenaline wears off, you are hit with an intense wave of repressed nausea.

                                            >Feeling the sick rise in your throat, you're forced to blow chunks off the side of the platform.

                                            >Well, good thing you didn't do that on the train, you think, as you spit out a little more puke over the side.

                                            >You lay there on the edge of the platform for a little bit, letting most of the queasiness pass.

                                            >Looking up at Luna's beautiful starry night sky, you resign yourself to your shitty fate.

                                            >At least things couldn't get any worse...

                                            >You feel a drop of water hit your snout.

                                            "You gotta be bucking kidding me."

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                                            >Ahh, nothing better than butternut squash soup on a rainy day.

                                            >Sprinkling a few thyme leaves into the pot, you get a bowl ready.

                                            >You are Anon once again, this time in your PJs, feeling much better than you were when you woke up.

                                            >Sure your chest still ached, but this soup was gonna make everything all right.

                                            >Outside your house, you see a flash of light before loud thunder shakes your home.

                                            "Dang, its really picking up out there, wonder if the weather crew can handle it." You say absentmindedly, looking to the rain and wind beaten window.

                                            >Grabbing a ladle, you spoon yourself a bowl of nice hot soup before walking over to your small dining table.

                                            >You set your bowl down and pour yourself a nice glass of homemade Baja Blast™.

                                            >It's a tropical lime storm.

                                            >Just as you're about to dig in, a few slow knocks at your door ring through the house over the thunder.

                                            >Sighing, you know exactly who it is.

                                            >Standing up and grabbing a towel from the linen closet, you head back to the front door.

                                            "Rainbow, I told you that just because you're working late tonight doesn't mean you can just-"

                                            >Opening the door, you cut yourself off as the pony before you is not Rainbow at all, but instead the pony who ran out of your house earlier like her tail was on fire.

                                            "Uh Vinyl-?"

                                            >Giving your late night visitor a once over, you can tell something was wrong.

                                            >Her soaking mane was stuck to her dirty face, her fur had become matted and grey with filth, and her big red eyes were redder than usual, probably due to the tears that had left streaks of mascara on her cheeks.

                                            >She looked absolutely miserable.

                                            >"H-hey A-Anon. M-mind if I stay here for a bit?" She croaks out, stumbling into your house, still hooked to her cart.

                                            >Immediately pulling her inside, you shut the door behind her before loosening the straps holding her to the cart.

                                            "Oh Jesus Vinyl! What happened?!" You ask, fervently drying her off with the towel.

                                            >A muffled "Missed the train..." Is all you get back as you do your best to clean her up.

                                            >She leans heavily against you, letting you dry her off as she shivers from the cold.

                                            >Drying her back and sides, you see where the straps dug into her, and give them more of a massage with the towel than a simple rub down.

                                            >Your efforts are rewarded with a low hum of happiness as she pushes herself into you more.

                                            >Working your way back, you reach under her to get at her barrel before you smack the side of something hard.

                                            >This seems to get her attention, as she practically jolts up out of your hands.

                                            >"Shower!" She barely squeaks out.

                                            "Oh yeah, that would be much better. Uh, up the stairs and to the right."

                                            >She just nods and takes off upstairs, leaving you with a soggy towel and cart.

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                                            >Running up the stairs, you swear to yourself as you hurry inside the bathroom and slam the door behind you.

                                            >Sitting on the tile floor, you rest your back against the door and close your eyes.

                                            >Sighing in relief, you open your eyes again to be met with your annoying, angrily throbbing marecock poking out of your thong.

                                            >That was close.

                                            >Popping a boner now? C'mon girl, he hardly touched you, and you just about painted his whole carpet white. Get it together.

                                            >Ignoring your irritating member for now, you pick yourself up and wriggle out of your red swim bottom.

                                            >Kicking it off behind you, you clip clop your way over to the shower on shaky legs.

                                            >Pulling open the glass door, you marvel at the size of the thing before getting in.

                                            >Everything was so high up in here, but it made little difference to you as you turned on the shower with your magic.

                                            >Hot water comes soon enough, and before long you were having yourself a nice steamy shower.

                                            >Grime and sweat slough off of you as you stand under the water, slowly cleaning you up.

                                            >Choosing just to stand there and let it happen, you enjoy the warm water beat down on your back, listening to the raging storm outside.

                                            >Shifting your weight a bit, you feel your tool under you rub against your belly.

                                            >You try to ignore it, but when that ends up not working, you try thinking of icky things.

                                            >Rotten food... old ponies... dead stuff... Octavia yelling at you... wait no, you like that.

                                            >Running out of ideas, you look down between your forelegs to see if anything changed.

                                            >Looking on in dismay, your pole still stands tall and proud against you, the tip of your girth brushing delightfully against the bottom your other girth.

                                            [spoiler]Part of a horse, look it up. Think like, chest measurement. But with a horse. Bottom of that. Part of a saddle is also called a girth which also goes around the horse girth which makes this doubly confusing.[/spoiler]

                                            [spoiler]I don't think that joke is gonna land.[/spoiler]

                                            >Well If it wont go down by itself, you'll just make it go down then.

                                            >Lighting your horn, you grab a hold of your shaft with your magic and give it a few experimental pumps.

                                            >As soon as you give your fun stick a little attention, sparks of pleasure zap through you.

                                            >Mmm actually, this could be exactly what you need right now... you think to yourself, biting your lip.

                                            >You widen your stance a bit, moaning out as your strokes get deeper and faster.

                                            >You feel your marehood begin winking, as if asking for your attention as well.

                                            >Pouring more magic into your horn, you begin toying at your lower lips with the beat of your strokes.

                                            >It had been a long time since you really gave yourself some proper attention, what with Tavi stealing most of your vibes and throwing out your playcolt mags.

                                            "Mhh Fleur~"

                                            >You still had your imagination though.

                                            >Thinking of those long legs and slender hips slamming back against you as she toyed at your clit with her magic...

                                            >That sexy prench voice crying your name as you split her silky depths...

                                            >You start bucking your hips against your imaginary mare, feeling yourself start to fall over the edge.

                                            >Just as you were about to go past the point of no return, the door suddenly opens, breaking your concentration and ending your spells.

                                            >Yelping in surprise, you fall on your ass again and turn your back to the door to hide yourself.

                                            >A familiar male voice greets your ears from the hall. "Are you okay in here?"

                                            >You blush as you realize you weren't being as quiet as you should have been.

                                            "U-um yes?"

                                            >"Are you sure? I heard you moaning, do you need any help?"

                                            >D-did he just offer to help you jerk off?

                                            >The idea sends a jolt of excitement through you.

                                            "U-uh, what do you mean?"

                                            >"I saw the bad shape you were in when you got here, I was wondering if you needed any help washing yourself."

                                            >Of course that's what he meant, idiot.

                                            >You toy with the idea of him rubbing you down with those hands of his for a second before rationalizing that giving him a face full of cock prolly wouldn't do you any favors.

                                            "O-oh, no I'm okay, if you could grab my shampoo from my cart though, that'd be great."

                                            >"Alrighty, be right back."

                                            >With that, you hear Anon stomp back down the stairs.

                                            >Sighing again, you look down to see that your stiffy had completely deflated and was slowly retreating back into its sheath.

                                            "So now you go away." You say bitterly.

                                            >You feel your balls churn in discomfort at the denial.

                                            >Ugh, thanks for the blueballs Anon. [spoiler]:^)[/spoiler]

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                                            >Taking another spoonful of soup, you try to listen over the storm for any more sounds of distress from your little guest.

                                            >Poor mare looked like she was about to collapse when you took her in.

                                            >You are Anon again and man, this is some bomb-ass soup.

                                            >You should pour her a bowl too, that'd probably make her feel better.

                                            >You hear the shower turn off upstairs as you stand up, perfect timing.

                                            >Quickly washing your bowl, you grab a fresh one from a cabinet and fill it with some of the orange goodness.

                                            >Setting her bowl down on the table, you go to fetch her a glass of blast as well when you hear the bathroom door open.

                                            >Filling up her cup, you bring it back to the table when you hear her call to you.

                                            >"Hey Anon? Could you uh, help me down the stairs? My legs are kinda wobbly."

                                            "Sure thing Vy, be right there."

                                            >Placing her drink down, you walk over to the stairs to see her waiting for you at the top of them.

                                            >Her hair was still droopy from the shower, cute.

                                            >Walking up the stairs, you gingerly bend down and pick her up from the barrel.

                                            >She smells like electric blueberries.

                                            >A little surprised at first, Vinyl laughs once you pull her into your arms.

                                            >"Snrk- you dork, you didn't need to pick me up."

                                            "I-its safer this way." You say with a mild blush.

                                            >"Uh huh, I bet you say that to all the cute mares."

                                            >Tapping a hoof to her chin, she gives you her trademark smirk. "Actually, I think I remember you doing the same thing to a few fillies last night too."

                                            "Y-you want any soup? It's fresh, I make today." You say awkwardly, desperate to change the subject.

                                            >"Ha ha yeah, ok. I'll have a little bit. Can't sleep on a empty tummy anyway."

                                            >Sitting her down next to you at your small table, you watch as she uses her magenta magic to spoon herself some tasty soup.

                                            "So uh, you wanna tell me what happened?"

                                            >Vinyl's face goes blank for a second before she responds.

                                            >"Nah."

                                            >Guess that's that then.

                                            >As soon as Vinyl puts the spoon in her mouth, her eyes lighten up as the taste hits her.

                                            >She immediately ditches her spoon and jams her whole muzzle into the bowl, drinking heavily.

                                            "I take it you like it then." You say with a chuckle.

                                            >Vinyl stays like that for a while before finally coming up for air and swallowing.

                                            >She lolls out her gold studded tongue and moans out loud. "Soooo... goooood..."

                                            >L-lewd

                                            "I'm glad you like it Vy, its just regular soup though."

                                            >Licking some orange off of her nose, Vinyl gives you an unreadable expression.

                                            >"This is the best stuff Ive had in weeks dude."

                                            >She then dives face first back into into the bowl, finishing it up in seconds.

                                            >Looking completely satisfied, Vinyl leans back in her chair and stifles a belch.

                                            >"Oh mare, that hit the spot..."

                                            "Feeling better?"

                                            >"Oh colt, you got no idea. You made a real crappy day into a bearable one."

                                            >Looking at you for a second, she awkwardly looks away and taps her front hooves together.

                                            >"T-thanks by the way, for all this."

                                            "Ah, its no big deal you say waving her off."

                                            >Grabbing her cup, Vinyl downs it in one go before looking at you again.

                                            >"Dude, what the buck. You gotta show me how you make this, it would be /so/ good as a mixer."

                                            >You knew she was a mare with taste.

                                            >If she liked Pitch Black™, you'd have to throw the whole waifu away.

                                            "Sure thing Vy."

                                            >Vinyl yawns while giving you a thanks.

                                            "Feeling tired?"

                                            >"I could prolly sleep forever right now." She says, slowly blinking at you.

                                            "Well I don't have a guest room, is the couch alright?"

                                            >"Yeah totes, I've definitely slept on worse."

                                            "Alright follow me."

                                            >Standing, you move toward the living room.

                                            >When you see the party pone hasn't budged from her chair though, you walk back over to her.

                                            "Uh, something wrong?"

                                            >She just lifts her forehooves up at you.

                                            >"Carry me."

                                            "I thought you said you weren't that hurt?"

                                            >She adopts a serious face, but you can hear the laughter in her voice. "My legs broke when I sat down."

                                            >Rolling your eyes, you smile and grab the paralyzed DJ around the middle.

                                            >Lifting her into a horsie style princess carry, you make your way to the living room again.

                                            >More thunder comes through the windows as you reach your specialty couch.

                                            >Before you can set her down though, she gives you a peck on the cheek.

                                            >"I really meant what I said earlier, you really did turn around my bad day." She says, rubbing a hoof on your chest.

                                            >You don't know how to process this female affection.

                                            >So you just stand there moving your mouth like a moron.

                                            >Vinyl sniggers at your brain malfunction. "Hehe I gotta do that more often if that's how you're gonna react every time."

                                            >Giving you a hug, she jumps out of your hands and onto the couch, crumpling immediately.

                                            >"M-maybe I really do need to be carried."

                                            "Are you alright?" You ask, a little worried.

                                            >Yawning again, she flips over onto her side."Yeah, my legs just stopped working is all."

                                            >Yep that's totally normal.

                                            "Rrrright, well I'll be right back with a blanket, make yourself comfy."

                                            >Stretching out, the white pony nods at you. "Mmm, thanks 'Non."

                                            >Once you come back with a blanket from your room, you see that she's completely passed out on the couch.

                                            >Damn she's cute like this, small sleeping horses are just too adorable.

                                            >You carefully tuck your blueberry smelling friend in and silently leave the living room and into the kitchen.

                                            >After tidying up, you make your way upstairs and let out a yawn of your own.

                                            >Time for bed.