Lost in the Music
Slot 2
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CompletedAverage turnaround: 6D
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-Auction is for the character in blue.
-SB: $20
-Male only
-Pony Unicorn or Pegasus.
-All pieces will be inked and colored. $60 and above gets simple shading and highlights as well.
ETA: 2 weeks
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Lost in the Music
The nervous stallion tilted his head a little, running a hoof through his mane again and checking it in the mirror at a different angle. The restroom was small, but sparkling clean, every surface and fixture reminding him of how big the bill was going to be by the end of the night. It didn't matter though. She was worth it.
He gave a shy smile into the mirror. Two years already. So many memories. And now it was time to make another. The staff already had the ring, ready to bring it out when he signaled. He noticed he was starting to blush and pulled his thoughts back to the present. No good to ruin the surprise. One more stroke of the mane, and he turned to head back to the lobby to wait.
He felt his phone buzz. He pulled it out and took the call. Who would be calling now?
There was no response from the other end. But just as he was about to hang up, he heard something, faintly. Music. It sounded like some kind of indie-folk thing, simple vocals and guitar, melody gently rising and falling. It slowly swelled as he listened, like it was getting closer. He realized he was breathing with the music now, up and down, gently rising and falling. He realized he and the music were slowly coming together somehow, like the edge of two puzzle pieces, like the teeth of two gears, closer and closer, closer and closer, until finally they
Clicked.
A gentle smile spread over his face, and he gazed into the mirror blankly, eyes unfocused, unknowing and uncaring, content to just drift with the music. The phone slipped from his hoof, clattering to the counter, but he didn't react. Despite this the music was even clearer now, every note and breath.
He realized a silver stallion was standing behind him. He kept smiling.
"Like the music?" The stallion asked, stroking his mane. He gave a soft nod, still staring ahead into nothing.
"Good. Get up on the counter for me." He felt the words TUG at him somehow, through the music, and shivered. There was a strength in the words as they gripped him, and it felt good. He gave a smiling nod, and climbed onto the counter, flipping onto his back to face the stallion, legs splaying limply to show off everything between them. He realized he was hard. He didn't know when that had happened.
"Good boy." The stallion stepped forward, over him. He was hard too. He was between his legs, pressing into him. He was slick somehow, and the hot flesh sunk into him easily, deep, deep into him. He started to thrust, and the music started to thrust into his mind. He gasped as thoughts and memories started to twist and bend, changing or disappearing entirely, replaced by something new.
A look of confusion slowly sank into dumb, contented bliss as reality shifted with each thrust of the stallion's cock, each thud of his balls. Suddenly he knew so many obvious things, things he had...always known? He knew what he liked. He knew what he needed. And he knew that when the silver stallion was finished, and gone, he was going to spend the night with someone special, but not the one he had planned. Somehow, he knew now that the waitstaff were very eager to get some relief once their shift ended. And once his date was over, nothing would make him happier than to give them just that.
-SB: $20
-Male only
-Pony Unicorn or Pegasus.
-All pieces will be inked and colored. $60 and above gets simple shading and highlights as well.
ETA: 2 weeks
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Lost in the Music
The nervous stallion tilted his head a little, running a hoof through his mane again and checking it in the mirror at a different angle. The restroom was small, but sparkling clean, every surface and fixture reminding him of how big the bill was going to be by the end of the night. It didn't matter though. She was worth it.
He gave a shy smile into the mirror. Two years already. So many memories. And now it was time to make another. The staff already had the ring, ready to bring it out when he signaled. He noticed he was starting to blush and pulled his thoughts back to the present. No good to ruin the surprise. One more stroke of the mane, and he turned to head back to the lobby to wait.
He felt his phone buzz. He pulled it out and took the call. Who would be calling now?
There was no response from the other end. But just as he was about to hang up, he heard something, faintly. Music. It sounded like some kind of indie-folk thing, simple vocals and guitar, melody gently rising and falling. It slowly swelled as he listened, like it was getting closer. He realized he was breathing with the music now, up and down, gently rising and falling. He realized he and the music were slowly coming together somehow, like the edge of two puzzle pieces, like the teeth of two gears, closer and closer, closer and closer, until finally they
Clicked.
A gentle smile spread over his face, and he gazed into the mirror blankly, eyes unfocused, unknowing and uncaring, content to just drift with the music. The phone slipped from his hoof, clattering to the counter, but he didn't react. Despite this the music was even clearer now, every note and breath.
He realized a silver stallion was standing behind him. He kept smiling.
"Like the music?" The stallion asked, stroking his mane. He gave a soft nod, still staring ahead into nothing.
"Good. Get up on the counter for me." He felt the words TUG at him somehow, through the music, and shivered. There was a strength in the words as they gripped him, and it felt good. He gave a smiling nod, and climbed onto the counter, flipping onto his back to face the stallion, legs splaying limply to show off everything between them. He realized he was hard. He didn't know when that had happened.
"Good boy." The stallion stepped forward, over him. He was hard too. He was between his legs, pressing into him. He was slick somehow, and the hot flesh sunk into him easily, deep, deep into him. He started to thrust, and the music started to thrust into his mind. He gasped as thoughts and memories started to twist and bend, changing or disappearing entirely, replaced by something new.
A look of confusion slowly sank into dumb, contented bliss as reality shifted with each thrust of the stallion's cock, each thud of his balls. Suddenly he knew so many obvious things, things he had...always known? He knew what he liked. He knew what he needed. And he knew that when the silver stallion was finished, and gone, he was going to spend the night with someone special, but not the one he had planned. Somehow, he knew now that the waitstaff were very eager to get some relief once their shift ended. And once his date was over, nothing would make him happier than to give them just that.
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