Ethanol, Elements, and Estrogen

Author’s Note: The following chapter contains music. A shock for D.D.R right? I have provided a link for you, and the scene was written to be read as the music plays. I hope you enjoy this chapter! What will happen next!?

Rarity and Rainbow Dash were both mares of dramatic entrances if the event called for such a thing. Having the limelight stolen when they were half drunk wasn’t exactly an easy way to get into their hearts. They had spent minutes planning a grandiose entrance, and Twilight Sparkle and Applejack had to have stolen it from them. First the announcer was drumming up the crowd, then Applejack yelled at the top of her lungs, and then a crackling sphere of red magic had swooped up Twilight and Applejack to who knows where. Rainbow and Rarity were betrayed, and they were not amused. It was only made worse by them being drunk enough to be anger prone, and horny enough to double down on that rage.

“Come on!” Rainbow cried, bursting from her side of the arena to buzz around the stage. “Really? Didn’t you want me to make an idiot of myself or watch me destroy Rarity? And now you two just... leave? Moral support A+, Twi’ and AJ. A+.”

“I mean, really,” Rarity said, shoving her way through her fans, “we had this whole thing planned out, and they had to ruin it didn’t they?”

“What buzz kills,” Dash snorted, her wings rapidly flapping in excess stress.

“Truly,” Rarity replied with an angry vibration of her lips. The gathering of ponies agreed with both of the contestants, booing the missing Elements who had decided to abandon their friends and screw up the free entertainment that were about to receive. Even the thrumming music that was pulsating died to echo the anger of the ponies around the stage.

Pinkie Pie, decided to come to the rescue.

“Wait a minute, everypony!” Pinkie leaped through the air, twirling in a manner more akin to a 80’s action hero than a normal mortal as she landed between the two dance pads. “What-wow,” she heaved, coughing up dry air. “Okay, I am not doing that again after that much alcohol. Holy crap. I feel... sick.”

Rainbow Dash landed beside Pinkie Pie, who wheezed out choking coughs of motion sickness. Dash slowly stroked Pinkie's back with a wing as Rarity groomed Pinkie’s curled and gelled mane. “Pinkie,” Rainbow said, “maybe you should... you know... find a room to chill in. I think two beers, a sake, a vodka, a tequila, and whatever else you drank isn't a good mix. I think it's getting to you.”

“No, not yet," Pinkie hiccuped, "Igotta watch what you two do.” Pinkie closed her mouth, her cheeks bulging widely. Rainbow's wing held onto Pinkie's back to keep her from falling over, in case the worst came to past.

Instead, Pinkie belched heroically, sending out a fog horn of sound through the air, receiving a round of applause from the crowd, a giggle from Rainbow, and a scowl from Rarity’s damaged eardrum. She wiggled her husky rump behind herself. “I’ll be okay. Ahh! Much better! Just give me a bit.”

She composed herself, wrapping a forehoof around both of her friends, coughing dramatically. “Listen here, everypony! I know exactly where my other two fillyfriends went. What happens when you teleport two drunk ponies into a room?”

Rainbow flapped gleefully into the air, the manure eating grin on her muzzle getting wider with every passing moment. “They score!” she cheered, the audience yelling in approval with her. “Twilight’s gonna lose her virginity! Take that, Rarity!” Rainbow squeed as she twirled through the air, landing on her dance pad with a torrent of tittering squeals escaping from her round snout. “I got my plan to work,” she sang tauntingly. “I outsmarted you, Rarity.” Dash prodded Rarity’s chest sharply. “Take, that.”

“Piss off, you pegasus, penis piston,” Rarity spat, sending a wad of saliva across Rainbow's muzzle. “I worked hard for everything tonight; and if I may be blunt - which I will be - my plans have gone, to, shit, thanks to you!”

“And she would of got away with it too, if it wasn’t for us meddling Elements,” Pinkie nodded. “Man, she swears alot drunk and with no money in her bank account. I think it’s kinda hot.”

“I do too,” Dash rumbled, flicking her tail behind herself, “but the unicorn dick dicer is just mad she lost to me a second time. And she's gonna lose to be again, yeah?" Rainbow grinned darkly. "Third time's the charm, right?”

“You wanking, wingedwench!” Rarity neighed, snapping her jaws at Rainbow's. "I, will, destroy you!"

“Stop, fighting!”

Fluttershy hovered over the stage, folding her forehooves on her hips as she stared down at her friends. “I can’t believe what my friends have turned into drunk, stoned, and needing their' flowers pollinated.” Her aqua eyes were a glowing ocean in anger, watching them cower under her gaze. “You all should be ashamed of yourselves. I thought we would get all ditzy, and snuggle, and have a nice time rubbing each other off, butyou two have just... just been so... so mean! I feel horrible bringing my best weed, and you all ruined it by fighting, drinking, and calling each other horrible names that just... I can’t even put into words how angry I am! Shame, on, you!”

Rarity and Rainbow’s ears and snouts wilted, staring sadly at the dance floor, as life and soul drained from their bodies. “Now,” Fluttershy huffed, “you’re going to dance, and have a good time, and make everypony happy. And then, you’re going to go to a room, and be the loving, soft, beautiful mares I call my best friends. Got it?”

“Yes, Fluttershy,” Rainbow whimpered.

“I’m so sorry, darling. I never knew we did so much to you.” Rarity sniffled. “We... we’ve been bloody awful haven’t we?”

“You, have.” Fluttershy hovered over her friends, scratching gently at their backs. “Now dance, before the alcohol makes you two unable to walk. Besides, if you all don’t dance...”

Fluttershy yanked up her friend’s tails high into the air, exposing their crotches and forcing an intimate anatomy lesson for hundreds of ponies to see. “We don’t get to see these things shine; so get shaking, and let’s see your marehoods move!” Fluttershy screamed at the top of her lungs, shaking the ceiling and sending an uproar of applause from the audience around the two furiously blushing mares.

Pinkie Pie power drifted into the crowd, throwing her forehooves into the air with a raw vigor pounding in her bright blue orbs. “Get on with it!” she howled hoarsely.

“Yes, get onwith it!” Invictus boomed with nearly a thousand voices hollering themselves raw in cheers, hoots, neighs and hoof stomps. If only they were paying more attention, Fluttershy passed a wink to Pinkie, landing beside her and nuzzling sweetly into her side. They quickly shared a quick kiss. It was a job, well done.

Fluttershy teasingly rubbed her pink tail across Pinkie's curly coat. “You, and me, later tonight, Pinkie?” Fluttershy rumbled. She fluttered her eye lashes rapidly at her friend, throwing her flowing mane and tail in the wind.

“My calendar is full of important things," Pinkie pondered, stroking her chin. "Such as lots of peeing in the middle of the night, and sleeping, and wondering if I want to do this again next month." She rocked on her hooves, whistling to herself. “But, I think I can slip in fondling a pegasus somewhere in there.” Fluttershy and Pinkie's muzzles rubbed together gently, both of the mares letting out giggling squeals of feminine content as they gave each other a kiss.

“Oh, if you think Rainbow’s wings are soft, wait till you feel mine,” Fluttershy nickered seductively.

“Challenge, accepted,” Pinkie whinnied, smacking Fluttershy's side.

Rarity and Rainbow had solid red lines across their muzzles. That would happen at their nethers - which were mighty fine in different ways to a vast majority of ponies - being exposed in a more than casual nudity manner to several hundred, sexually active ponies. Rainbow's wings dug into her side as she looked in small eyed shock at Rarity, swallowing down a ball of saliva. Rarity gulped down spit back. They could barely hear anything other the beat of stomping hooves, and of the announcer clearly giving intimate details on his thoughts on their genders. It was for the best they blocked it out.

“W-w-well,” Rarity whispered, the chanting and hoof stomping of the crowd thundering across the floor, “I guess we’ve been forced at cannon point now, haven’t we? Damn." She shook her snout solemnly. "Well, I suppose if our hindquarters gain us that much attention, we are as attractive as we think we are, no?”

Dash smiled. “You kidding me? You've got a really natural curve going to your flanks and down your hind legs. Really brings out the female body in a way most mares just can’t. That yoga you do helps. Sleek by design. Beautiful, Rares. Graceful." She smirked. "I think the grey fur compliments your white too, you know?”

The glow on Rarity's face turned into a sheet of crimson. She looked at Dash shyly with her azure eyes. “W-w-why Rainbow, I don’t know what to say! Thank you for one, you nasty little thing. Be glad I’m half drunk. I’d be lying though, if you aren’t the pinnacle of the mare body in motion. Streamlined, toned; you have a gait that is won from your years of fitness and I simply can not replicate that, even if I tried.” She scoffed at her pad shyly. “Besides I... think the cobalt fur you have between your cheeks is a lovely contrast, too.”

It was Rainbow's turn to glow over her muzzle. “T-t-thanks,” she squeaked. “I... can’t believe we just complimented our runways without kicking each other there.”

“Let’s not think about it, Dashie dear." Rarity chuckled. "Now lets pick a song before the audience decides to use us as sex objects.”

Rarity pulled back the minor curls she had from her hairdo with a tug of her magic, straightening out her hair with dancing wisps of sky colored magic. She pulled her mane down, letting it flow wildly at her sides and shoulders, letting it dance in the air. “Don’t want my hair to get in the way, no?”

Rainbow tightened her new ponytail, glancing at the longer, berserk strands of her colored mane. They waved in a rolling ocean of reflected light from the glow of the arcade machines and strobe lights staring down at the two Elements. “Y-y-yeah,” Dash chuckled. “And hey, as much of a fantasy being used that way might be for me, I don’t want to be loose for the rest of my life.”

Rarity sighed tiredly, unable to hide a smirk from appearing on the corner of her muzzle “Has anyone ever told you how much of a pervert you are?”

“Nathan Fillyon, Ben Neighflek, Robert Downhay Jr., Leonardo Dicoltpio, and Matt Whinnymon are all in your house. Would you say no letting them take turns with you?” Rainbow smirked back, magenta orbs glancing at the blue, ocean depths of her friend.

Rarity simply stared at Dash for a few seconds. “I don’t hear you saying no,” Rainbow added. “I wouldn’t say no.”

“Choose a bloody song,” Rarity mumbled, breaking out into a short laugh.

"Told you," Rainbow snorted. "I'll count that as two and a half wins for me tonight."

Pinkie cried from the crowd, cupping a forehoof to her muzzle. “I choose you, Rainbow! I got twenty bits on you! You better not lose. Peer pressure, peer pressure, ra, ra, ra!”

“Thirty on Rarity!” Fluttershy called.

“The house is now accepting bets on this match. Vote quickly, as you have only two minutes to decide!”

Both of the Elements on stage sighed in unison. “Let’s see,” Rainbow said, tapping her forehoof rapidly over the arrow keys. “We’ll do expert. Insane is too technical, and we want to give them a show. Dragonforce?”

“I’ll kill you,” Rarity sneered. “Advantage to you. Don’t tell me you cheat after the Running of the Leaves?”

“I cheat at taking pot shots at Applejack’s butt,” Rainbow giggled. “She’s a sister to me, a hot sister. I just don’t wanna do her. Make sure she’s up for breeding though.”

“Your ethical standards are questionable when we aren't in peril, and when nopony is going to get hurt.” Rarity smiled.

“PSY?” Rainbow asked.

Rarity blushed deeply, scoffing at the ground. “Fluttershy, this afternoon?”

Rainbow broke out into a barking laugh. “Hah! She caught you dancing to that? Nice. So, we’re not doing country.”

“Heavens no.”

“Dubstep?”

“Too heavy.”

“Rock?”

“Another time.”

“Drum and Bass! It’s natural for a club and D.D.R anyways.” Dash tilted her head to the side, flicking her tail behind herself. “Complaints?”

Rarity bit her bottom lip. “Pendulum. I only know them in passing. If it’s too heavy, I’m still killing you.”

“Ouch." Rainbow Dash pouted softly, folding her ears. "Can I at least clop to Soarin’ before I die? And I don’t know them much either.”

Rarity tapped her forehoof to confirm the song. She winked playfully. “Maybe, only-”

“Relax. Focus your chi.”

Rarity's forehoof hung in the air. She slowly tilted her snout to the side at Rainbow’s sudden comment. The calmness of it, the care of it, caught her off guard. “What-”

“Focus, your chi,” Dash said. “I do martial arts, and you do yoga, but we both use chi. Sure, we’re kinda drunk, and high, but we can do this. Focus, your chi.” Her lungs and stomach moved up and down as she let out a smooth exhale of air from her mouth. Her feathers spread by the sides of her folded wings. “Take that ether we have inside of us, and bring it to your hooves. Let your horn channel it, and relax. Focus. Block out everything else. Who cares if Pinkie and Fluttershy are screaming, or ponies are checking us out. Focus. Have fun. If they want to see us move, they’ll see us move. We can do this.”

Rarity silently nodded, extending her stance for a moment, crossing her forehooves as she pulled air into her lungs. She felt the well known trickle of sweet mana spin down her horn, spine, and tickle through her body. She did the same gesture again, icy eyes glowing brightly, reflecting back the timer reaching its end on the screen in front of them. Her eyes glanced at the pinkish red suns of Rainbow’s, who caught her at the same time. They both nodded in silent agreement.

They were in their own trance. Their grudges had melted away, the alcohol wiggled and dueled with the magic inside of their souls, and their fur and bodies stood on edge. Both of their postures relaxed, legs spreading and frames lowered. The earthquake that was the crowd, melted away.

The clock counted down.

Three.

Two.

One.

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The first drop of sound pulled them into their own world, and the singing made their old one melt away. With each gentle tap of the piano, their hooves stepped on the arrows underneath, perfectly timing the introduction. As they moved, they eyed each other quickly, the lyrics twirling in their ears and reflecting off of Rarity's and Rainbow's eyes. They smiled.

Was Applejack right about Rarity? Would Rarity balance out Rainbow's fear of failure? Of not being good enough? Of opening up her heart?

Was Twilight right about Rainbow? Would Rainbow show Rarity how to enjoy the unplanned and unknown? Of letting loose and living freely?

Rainbow would fight till her last breathe for anypony in peril: how protective would she be of a lover who held her heart? Rarity didn’t know.

Rarity gave up being a millionaire and fame to stay with her friends and keep her creativity integrity: what would she paint if someone captured her heart, and nurtured her woes? Rainbow didn’t know.

Through the catacombs of Tartarus, Rarity knew Rainbow would give it all to pull a friend from the brink of despair.

Through the blinding light and fear of a friends' self doubt, Rainbow knew Rarity would tell them and show them, how beauty they were.

The beat picked up, and their hooves spread and shifted on each press, eyes focused on the glowing arrows on their screens. The cheering of the crowd was dull. It was taken and shoved away. There was only one thing that was important. One thing that resonated.

Them.

The pounding bass and synthesizer was matched step in step with four pairs of hooves blurring together, striking the pads underneath them with electric passion. The held vocal note and furious beat was challenged by the toes and quarters of the heavenly sky and misty pearl colored mares scoring hit after hit of trained precision. Chromatic and royal purple manes shook and danced as one, lost to the heart throbbing and soul channeling pulse. Dash and Rarity glanced at each other once more, content to look at the determined peace on each other’s muzzles. They couldn’t help but crack a smile at the corners of their lips, and they kept that secret only to themselves.

The moment the note was released, Rarity and Rainbow did an instinctive three sixty with a small jump in the air, knowing that they were in tune with a song they didn’t know, and they didn’t see anything wrong with it. Two different mares, from two different walks of life and backgrounds, colliding as a physical force of dexterity and body showing spirit. They just let themselves go. Their essences were put on display by the explosion of their flowing bodies throwing themselves about to the music. The smiles on the pegasus’ and unicorn’s muzzles grew with every passing second, and they let themselves go. Life, wasn’t important right now.

They were.

The clarion call note called to them yet again, and they matched its song with the battle chant of their legs, the brightly colored lights and dots in front of them breaking away to every streak of their targeted impact. They couldn’t hear it, but the shouting from the mob was deafening, all of the energy radiating from Rainbow's and Rarity's bodies cascading over everypony near them. It was infectious, it was encapsulating, it was divine. And all they did was dance. Their tails and frames swayed to the movement of the crowd and the sound vibrating around them, and all they wanted to do was smile, and soar. And so they did.

They fed that fire.

Their movements got more improvised, disregarding all that last bit of rigidity inside of them, and their contest and even perfect scores; it wasn’t important, not even to the ponies around them, compared to the way the Rarity and Rainbow's hooves moved. They fed the drive to let each other loose and fly. The glancing they did at each other grew with each passing second, echoed by the clopping of their hooves. Their expressions softened, the alcohol warming their cheeks in addition to the sweat dripping down their swaying manes. They were with each other. One body, one force, one journey, to a momentary utopia. Two mares, so different, were so alike at this moment in time.

Rainbow Dash held out a forehoof as the symbols thrummed their exit. Will you come with me, Rarity? Her mind called.

Rarity responded by pressing into the forehoof, and twirling herself and Rainbow around by the momentum, rolling over her blue comrade, until they were at their rivals pad. I will, Rainbow Dash.

Booming silence filled the lack of the bass during the songs calm, their hooves prodding the slow arrows trundling in front of them. It was a mystical vibration of music that mellowed them out as reddish pink and water blue eyes looked at each other, peering at each other’s hearts. There was so much there, so much unknown, so much to be learned.

But could they do it? It was an impossible mountain. A laughing concept only minutes ago. Could they duel their competing lives and live with it? So much conflict, so much-

“Give it a try,” Rainbow whispered under her breath.

“Give it a try,” Rarity whispered back.

Let me show you what it’s like to live in the moment, and just let go, Rarity.

Let me show you what it’s like to love yourself, and show that love you’re afraid to show others, Rainbow.

There’s nothing to hide.

There’s nothing to hide.

Their’ hooves stomped together, twirling through keystrokes and the build up with clockwork timing, dancing the notes of their partners.

Will you come with me, Rainbow? Rarity smiled lovingly at the pegasus.

Through Hades and back, Rarity. Let’s dance.

The mares crouched and leaped into the air together, twirling over each other to land back on their own machines. Their hooves locked into place, melding into the music as if they were born to dance to it. Two manes and tails flailed with their bodies in motion, teasingly giving a tickling rub of the tips of their blue and white coats. Their vision was a casual glance at two screens, but more importantly, a look into the depths of each other’s eyes and laughing smiles. They were in this playful duel together now. Despite what had happened earlier that day, that duel was about to get into a more interesting battle, and it might, just might, turn into something greater.

Something, greater.

The music ended not just to the faint ringing in Rarity's and Rainbow's ears, nor the panting huffs of two sets of lungs and throbbing hearts coming to terms with what they had just did; it ended to the complete silence of the entire arena around them. It was completely quiet in Invictus, for the first time in history.

Rarity and Rainbow looked at each other. They looked at the wheezing, sweat drenched, tongues hanging forms of each other's mouths, and all they could do, was chuckle in amusement.

“That... was different,” Rarity gasped. “Did we just do that? I think we did.”

“We absolutely... just did.” Rainbow Dash wheezed, her stance widening to allow her frame to support herself. “And you won too, and I tried my best.”

“And I did too, I... what?” Rarity's sapphire gems glanced at the score. She had won by merely a hundred points out of nearly half a million. “I... won.”

“Yeah, I just said that. So you get a prize, and what’ll it be?” Dash chuckled. “I’m your model for a day? I’m forced to try brussel sprouts? Go to an opera?”

Rarity pondered, shaking her wet, shoulder sliding mane to get some of it out of her eyes. “Very possible, no, and that would be funny.” The smile on her muzzle grew. “Ah ha, I know exactly what I’m going to ask.”

“Oh great,” Dash snorted playfully, “what’ll-”

Closing her eyes, Rarity's muzzle pressed into the cyan blue one beside it, tilting to the side to let herself press a kiss onto Rainbow's lips. She brought her right forehoof around Dash's shoulder, stroking through the thick bundles of Rainbow's mane as she suckled on the pegasus' lips. Dash’s frame and posture melted, she kissed back.

Her left wing extended to stroke across her friend’s opposite cutie mark, scratching across Rarity's alabaster colored coat before flicking across her purple, damp mane.

Their muzzles rubbed teasingly together, lips parting to nip and let the faint crackles of kissing echo in their ears, tasting old alcohol and natural flavor of each other’s tongues together. It wasn’t the powerhouse that the kiss leading to the dance off was. It was a sensual, tongue tasting test, and by the way the two Elements tails flicked and stroked through each other, it was wonderful.

Invictus, as one, called out in a scream of raw joy.

Rarity broke the kiss slowly, letting the small slits of her eyes look into the glowing radiance of Rainbow's. “That, was my prize. And it made up for every, single, little thing that went wrong today.”

Dash didn’t care that her face was on fire; that she smelled of sweat around her friend; that she was faintly panting. All she cared about was now. Her past problems, for the present, were in the past. Maybe they would stay that way. “Well, I have to say,” Rainbow whispered, her eyes glowing playfully, “that it wasn’t as bad as brussel sprouts. I’d put it up there with baked beans. I love beans though.”

“Oh you silly mare,” Rarity giggled, licking the tip of Rainbow's nose, “I don’t think you know how cute you are, in your Rainbowish ways. But speaking of beans.” Dash raised an eyebrow at the question, only to receive a forehoof gently relaxing on her lips. “There is a second, bonus prize I might get, although if I won that round is completely up to you. Mayhap it involve a bit of... bouncing?”

“Yeah, I think you won the bonus prize and even the secret door too.” Rainbow rumbled as she nipped on Rarity’s nose, only resulting in a squeal of mock protest from Rarity's muzzle.

Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy, were in hysterics, the hundreds of ponies around them stomping in unison at the romantic display on stage. “I’m such a sap for romance!” Pinkie wailed, tears pouring down her cheeks as she hugged Fluttershy as if she would never hug the mare again. “I can’t take this, Fluttershy! I’m going to cry, forever!”

“Me too,” Fluttershy sobbed, wrapping a wing around Pinkie, crying in unison. The alcohol had at last, broken them. “It’s so... so beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful,” Pinkie countered, letting out a disgusting snort. “You... you deny it, I’ll kill you like Rarity said! I’ll kill you dead!”

“You’re killer,” Fluttershy sniffled, lapping at her friend’s tears. “You pudgy, soft, squishy poodle you! Stay here, mama loves you. Don’t go anywhere.” She cooed affectionately into Pinkie Pie's ears.

“Don’t mention going or coming anywhere. You... you!”

“Shh,” Fluttershy whispered, licking Pinkie's forehead. “Let’s go to a private room upstairs, okay? You’ve been a good girl, and you need to be pet.”

“P-P-please pet me,” Pinkie whimpered. “I like being pet. I’m a good doggie Pinkie. Just... don’t pet my cotton candy. Or... do! I can’t decide!”

“Shh. I’ll decide, and you’ll get lots of kissie wissies, too.” Fluttershy nipped on Pinkie's nose, causing a flood of giggles to pour from Pinkie’s mouth. “Now Rarity did reserve up to five rooms, so how about we take one?”

“I’ll need at least three to play around with,” Pinkie pouted.

“Sometimes, a doggie needs to know what she can and can’t have,” Fluttershy said. “You’ll have to deal with one, but mama will treat you right.”

Pinkie nodded in understanding, thudding her tail on the ground obediently. “Y-y-yes master!”

Rarity leaned into Rainbow as the two ponies walked upward to the private suites of the club to the hollers of approval from the hundreds of ponies around them. Fatigue was sucking them dry, their eyes were bloodshot, and their legs could barely move. It didn't matter though, for the moment they pushed open the door to the room, their fun was about to begin in earnest that night.

They glanced at each other seductively, despite the alcohol settling in their stomachs, and the fatigue of the day pulling them toward slumber. Sleep, could wait.

Pinkie and Fluttershy pressed into one another, hiccuping, giggling, and talking incoherently as they nosed themselves into the room two doors down from their two friends. Rarity and Rainbow were very clearly going to have loud sex, and hearing their best friends moan in ecstasy wasn’t high on the life goals of either the yellow or pink mare.

Alcohol did a wonderful amount of things to the body of a pony, or any living creature for that matter. It was the third most consumed drink in the world, and for rightful reasons. It had its place in history as a savior during famine. It helped move society along, and it was a thriving industry all on its own.

It also made Pinkie and Fluttershy unable to coherently hear, nor care, about the two occupants in the room they entered. Sliding, bumping, and teasing each other with little kisses, they pushed themselves inside, shut the door, and simply let the world pass them by.

They had entered the room Twilight and Applejack had teleported in.