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>You jostled awake.
>”Heh, calm down, dude.”
>You looked around the nightclub, seeing it empty.
>All save for you and Vinyl Scratch.
>You asked what happened, unable to remember what happened.
>”Yeah, everyone’s gone.”
>The table beneath you had your drool smeared over it.
>”Bet you’re wondering what happened, huh?”
>You didn’t remember much.
>She pointed at the bar.
>”Some mare thought she was slick and slipped something magical in that drink you ordered.”
>”Nothing toxic, but it knocked you out cold.”
>You shook your head from side to side to clear the sleep away.
>”Yeah, it was hella fast too.”
>”You think she woulda lowered the dosage a bit for a small guy like you.”
>The DJ shook her head from side to side.
>”Not too bright.”
>The DJ bent over, examining you.
>She pulled her tinted glasses up, investigating you closer with her dark crimson eyes.
>”But she did have good taste.”
>”C’mon, can you stand?”
>The mare’s hand wrapped around yours without warning, and she pulled you off.
>I t took a moment to get your balance.
>As you tried getting your bearings, your free hand swing out and found purchase against her breasts.
>The grogginess dissipated quickly, but it was replaced by embarrassment.
>”Forward, aren’t we?”
>Your mouth dropped.
>”Don’t worry.”
>She grinned.
>You yanked your hand away, stuttering an apology.
>She cut you off, chuckling.
>”Like ‘em?”
>”Think I’ve got a good pair?”
>You were taken aback by the mare’s forwardness, but you nodded.
>”Honest too. I like that.”
>She jostled them with her hands, which almost shook them out of the clothing barely keeping them contained.
>”Lotsa ponies come in to see ‘em.”
>She grabbed your hand again.
>”C’mon, Stud, let’s get you a drink.”
>”Get that junk outta your system.”
>You thanked the white unicorn and sat down on the bar.
>A cold glass of ice water was exactly what you needed.
>She mixed herself something sweeter before swinging over the counter to sit on the stool next to you.

>”New in town?”
>You shook your head up and down.
>”Yeah, thought I didn’t recognize you.”
>”So, what were ya’ doing here tonight?”
>”Looking for some lovin’?” She asked, bobbing her eyebrows up and down.
>You choked on your water, coughing and sputtering for a moment.
>You told her your hope of finding something long-term.
>”D’awww.”
>”Cute guy like you won’t have a problem with that.”
>She chuckles.
>You took another sip of water, looking to examine the rest of the room.
>It was surreal being in here without the noise and lights.
>”Ahh~”
>You turned back to find Vinyl had taken her top off.
>”Girls needed some air.” Was all the justification you got.
>They looked even larger than with the shirt on.
>She leaned over, hissing as she let her breasts rest on the cool counter.
>”Damn, these things’re heavy.”
>You audibly agreed, though you didn’t remember telling your brain to do so.
>She folded her arms over her chest and rested her head.
>You finished your water, noticing she was watching you out of the corner of her eyes.
>”So, uh…”
>Her red eyes flicked over your body before reestablishing eye contact.
>”You work today? S’almost daybreak.”
>You did not.
> She smiled.
>”Good.”
>”Usually I’d be in bed now, but…”
>It took you a moment to figure out where she was going with that.
>”You’re pretty cute, wanna fuck?”
>Something about the sheer bluntness of her request…
>Her “saving” you earlier…
>How casual she treated everything…
>The two large reasons smooshed below her…
>They all made you take her offer after a moment of stunned silence.
>”Fuckin’ nice.”
>After chugging the last of her drink, the mare grabbed your hand and led you to the back door.
>”Don’t worry, I live real close.”
>”Nothing glamorous, but it’s a cozy little house.”
>She kicked the back door open and led you into the dim night.
>As you walked down the block, the mare pointed to a closer apartment she used to live in.
>Then flipped it off.
>”Landlord got upset with all my noise.”

>”Don’t know what he expected letting a DJ move in.”
>In less than fifteen minutes you had entered her home.
>She slammed her lips into yours before the door even closed.
>”Bedroom’s this way.” She barely got out before kissing you again.
>The bedroom was unkempt, dimly lit, smelled of mare, and was filled with audio equipment.
>Exactly what you expected.
>She pressed herself against you, taking out her phone and flipping through an extensive list of music.
>She made comments about the occasional song, adding them to a playlist.
>She held the phone to you, telling you to pick a few of your favorites.
>As the music began she tore her top off, letting her hefty breasts bounce in place before gravity forced them to settle back into position.
>She fell backwards into the bed, letting out a sigh after a night of work.
>”C’mon, dude, let’s see what you’re packing.”
>You stripped for the voluptuous mare before you.
>She licked her lips.
>Before you even got your shirt off you saw the unicorn’s horn light up, and you felt the tug of magic at your pants.
>Judging from her pleased staring, she enjoyed what she saw.
>”Perfect size…” She commented, eyeing your hard-on.
>She clasped the sides of her breasts, rubbing her hands in small circles.
>She looked at a dresser drawer behind you.
>”Top one’s got some lube.”
>You turned around and opened it, sifting through undergarments of all colors to find a nearly full bottle.
>”Hey, cute butt too.”
>You thanked her before asking what she had in mind.
>She gently slapped the sides of her breasts to the beat of the song for a few seconds, lost in the refrain, before answering you.
>”Girls here want some action.” She declared, squeezing the nipple of each breast.
>”Little something to warm us up.”
>You crawled onto the messy bed, straddling your date with a knee on either side and opened the bottle.
>She gasped as you poured the slippery substance into the crook of her breasts.

>It felt like pouring caramel over scoops of vanilla ice cream.
>The song changed.
>”Oh shit! Love this one.” Vinyl exclaimed, rocking bobbing her head against the bed.
>She pressed her chest together, quickly spreading the lubricant.
>You shifted your weight, lowering your cock between her mountainous orbs and savored the sensation.
>Her tits quickly overtook your shaft, and your pressed it to her collarbone.
>Vinyl began tapping her breasts in tune with the music, gently bopping your dick in the process.
>”C’mon, Anon, get into it!”
>You got her meaning.
>Slow at first, you began thrusting and pulling back in tune with the beat of the music.
>When the lyrics kicked in, Vinyl began singing along.
>”You know this one?” She asked between your humping
>You nodded.
>As soon as the refrain started, you joined in.
>She pressed her bosom tighter as soon as you timidly began saying the words.
>Once you locked eyes with hers, your confidence soared through the roof and you unabashedly sang as loud as she did.
>It was hard to keep the right pitch given how great your dick felt.
>The rhythmic thrusts syncing up with her squeezing and relaxing the hold on her tits helped you keep sync with your partner.
>As the instrumental began before the final verse, Vinyl told you to go all out and finish hard.
>Heeding her words, you doubled the pace of your boobjob.
>The metrical slapping of your balls on her chest kept pace with the music.
>It was harder to pace your breathing for the finale.
>You struggled voicing the lyrics as you edged yourself closer.
>Vinyl’s horn lit up. Her magical aura lit behind you, and in the corner of your vision you saw her drawing down her pants.
>The distraction almost made you miss a line.
>You both gave up on keeping the beat for the last ten seconds.
>She felt your release coming and hugged your penis tight.
>A gentle lapping of her tongue against your cockhead, which barely poked through her cavernous chest, sent you over the edge.

>You opened your eyes.
>”You made some real cute faces there.”
>Vinyl’s snow-white coat was stained off-white.
>Her neck, face, and hair were all discolored with your seed.
>She had closed her left eye, and hesitantly opened it open when she realized you hadn’t marked her eyelid.
>Despite the mess, she was giddy as a foal on a field trip.
>She had a toothy smile on her face that wouldn’t leave.
>”Damn, dude!” She cried, reaching over to the nightstand to grab a tissue.
>You made to get off the unicorn but she grabbed your arm, stopping you.
>”Naw, stay there for a sec.”
>She wiped the majority of your essence off her face.
>You wondered what she had on her mind.
“Gotta be real with you for a second…” She began.
>“I gave up bringing guys home for a while.”
>”None of them…”
>It threw you off seeing the otherwise straightforward mare lose her confidence.
>”Well…”
>Her horn lit up.
>”See for yourself.”
>You heard her magic pop behind you.
>And something warm, moist, and heavy now laid against you back.
>You turned around and your jaw dropped.
>Far larger than yours, an ivory marecock pulsed with lustful desire, running up the small of your back.
>Vinyl was a futanari.
>Uncommon, but not unheard of.
>You’d written off ever running into one.
>You stuttered, saying there’s no way you would’ve missed a cock as large as hers back at the club.
>She pointed at her horn in reply.
>”Dad taught me that one.”
>”Can’t fit her into pants, otherwise.” She proclaimed.
>You detected a hint of pride in that statement.
>”But yeah, last time I brought a guy home was at my old apartment.”
>”Yelled and ran off. Didn’t want any part of me.”
>She huffed.
>”Noise was also the last straw for the landlord.”
>”Didn’t mean to trick you or nothing.”
>”But…”
>Her confidence seemed to flow back into her.
>”I really like you.”
>The fleshy snake behind you agreed, spurting something warm against your back.
>”And seeing as you haven’t sprinted out of the house already…”
>”I think you feel the same way.”

>This night didn’t turn into what you expected.
>But you weren’t upset.
>Your stomach dropped into your gut at the thrill of bedding a herm.
>But you had to break it to Vinyl.
>There was no possible way you could fit something of that caliber inside you.
>You told her you might be able to give her a blowjob at best.
>”C’mon, dude, you think I’d be tearing you apart with this thing?”
>She tapped her horn twice.
>”Hiding the big girl isn’t the only spell Dad taught me.”
>She motioned for you to get off her, and you moved to lie down next to the unicorn.
>”Dad was, like, pretty hung too.”
>”For a stallion, anyway.”
>She smiled and lit her horn.
>The ethereal fizzle of magic tingled your body.
>”Told me he used this one on Mom all the time.”
>When the spell ended in a burst of sparks you felt something was different about your body.
>Not bad, just different.
>You examined your hands and chest, looking to see what was different.
>”Don’t know how it works, exactly, never could pay attention to magic theory in school.”
>Vinyl trailed a finger down your collarbone and ran it across your abs.
>”But you’ll be able to take me juuuuuuusssst fine, now…”
>She leaned to whisper in your ear.
>”And it’ll keep you nice and tight for next time.”
>”So, anyway, I’ll ask again.”
>”Cause you probably weren’t expecting this back at the club.”
>The mare gave you a short kiss, gently biting your lower lip as she pulled away.
>”Wanna fuck?”
>It took your brain a moment to come back online.
>The whole situation left you dumbstruck.
>You told her you’d love to.
>But on one condition.
>You wanted to take her out for lunch tomorrow.