The Real Party Starts Now
The Real Party Starts Now
DJ P0N-3 removed her fingers from the knob on her mixer with a flourish of her arm. Tonight’s crowd was a particularly enthusiastic one, and Vinyl Scratch didn’t let it go to waste, pacing her music just right and fostering the energy on the dance floor. Blue, green, pink, and red lights flashed and flared in the large screen display behind her, creating a fantastic show of color. That color was matched by the small, glowing lights of her musical gear. She had always found the DJ both a comforting place of privacy, among the dim light from her laptop, and the various control monitors of her mixers. And she would be lying if she said she’d never taken advantage of that privacy....
The DJ kept close watch over the many people on the dance floor below her perch the stage, admiring the skilled dancing of some, and the not-so-skilled, but-still-entertaining-to-watch dancing of others. As she scanned over the crowd, her eye soon caught on one woman in particular; or, more accurately, it caught on an absolutely stunning head of warm orange hair. Her eyes traveled downward to whom the hair belonged, seeing a stunning natural beauty of a girl. She had a smiling face, and was wearing a tank top and jean shorts that showed off her healthy legs. Although at a distance, she seemed, to Vinyl, to have the air of a farmer – strong, but gentle. She was dancing and grinning, looking truly blissful in the music.
Vinyl licked her lips unconsciously. You look like fun, darling, she thought.
Vinyl continued to watch the carrot-topped woman dance, and in a few minutes, when nobody joined her on the floor, the DJ made her decision. Keeping her gaze trained on the red-headed girl, she soon managed to make eye contact. Vinyl subtly pulled down her sunglasses and gave a quick wink, swaying her hips and sizable bosom to the beat of the music, taking advantage of how her one-piece top and short-skirt showed off her body. The carrot-topped woman caught her cue, half-lidding her eyes and smiling flirtatiously in response.
How ‘bout we put on a long track, so we have time to play? thought Vinyl as she mixed in the next song. The DJ picked out a more relaxed piece, giving the crowd a bit of resting time. When she had finished the transition, she turned her eyes once more to the orange-haired girl. Vinyl saw that the girl was likewise keeping an eye on her. She responded to this by bobbing up and down to the music slightly, causing her shamelessly abundant cleavage to bounce invitingly as she crooked a finger at the girl. Perhaps charmed by Vinyl’s very ample breasts, the woman’s lip curled mischievously, and she began making her way to the side of the elevated DJ booth. A moment later, Vinyl was joined by the orange-haired woman.
“Hey there, babe, what do I call you?” the DJ asked genially, taking off her headphones and turning away from her mixers to lean against the back of one of the large speakers, lifting one leg slightly to let her foot rest on its toes attractively.
“Golden Harvest,” said the orange-haired girl, she too leaning on the speaker, quite close to the DJ. Vinyl noticed a hint of a country accent in her warm voice, and smiled. The country ones are always so sweet.
“May I say that you’re lookin’ good, Golden,” said Vinyl playfully, taking in Golden Harvest’s lithe form; The shorts she wore made quite of show of her legs, which were strong but trim; Her tank top was rather tight, fitting close to her magnificently curvy form; and Vinyl couldn’t help but smirk when she saw the cleavage it showed off. In fact, Vinyl thought she spotted two small bumps poking through the fabric at the peaks of her assets. It was a bit hard to tell in the low light.
“Well, I thank you kindly,” said Golden Harvest with a cheeky smirk.
Letting a slightly seductive tone into her voice, Vinyl asked, “How’s the night been for ya? You look like you’ve been having fun from where I’ve been watching.”
“Very exciting, so far,” Golden Harvest responded with a small grin, speaking in the same intimate murmur. “I know a good DJ when I see one –” Vinyl noticed Golden’s gaze traveling up and down her body, “– and you’re aces in my book. I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off you, if I’m honest.”
Vinyl returned the smirk. “Well, as far as I’m concerned, babe,” she began in a businesslike fashion, leaning forward a bit, bringing their faces close and using one hand to pull her shades down the bridge of her nose, while the other pulled one side of her top down slightly, “...the real party’s just getting started.” And she pulled her top down just enough to let her nipple peek out temptingly, leaving it there as she drew her hand away. The DJ continued to lean casually against the speaker with her breast half-exposed. She folded her arms together under her assets, making them bulge enticingly. “Care to join me?” she asked, the mischievous smile continuing to occupy her face.
Golden Harvest’s grin matched Vinyl’s. She did not fail to notice how the DJ’s blue panties were just visible under her short white skirt. She chuckled. “Think I do,” she said. With that, they moved toward each other, wrapping their arms around one another’s midriffs. Their close proximity caused their respective breasts to be pushed together sensually. Vinyl could feel the country girl’s hand traveling down toward her posterior as if to test the waters, and she mirrored the action, welcoming Golden’s forwardness.
They slowly swayed their hips to the beat of the music as they moved backward on the stage, out of the view of the crowd below. Their hands traveled up and down each other’s curves, exploring. Golden Harvest brushed her lips over the DJ’s neck gently, using her hand to feel the DJ’s exposed breast, curling her fingers around the supple skin. Receiving permission from Vinyl’s daring expression, Golden hooked her fingers on the DJ’s top, pulling it down slowly. Her breast was freed, shortly to be followed by the other as Golden kept pulling, their bulbous forms seeming almost eager to be let out.
“I have to admire your figure,” Golden Harvest complimented as she began massaging Vinyl’s boobs with her hands, the soft texture sensual to the touch. “You’ve got some of the nicest knockers I’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing.” She brought her head down a bit, her posterior stuck out sassily as she bent over. She sank her face in between Vinyl’s breasts – which were nearly the size of her own head – and enjoyed their smooth texture on her cheeks before looking up at the DJ. “And oh boy, I can tell these are real.”
“You know it, babe,” said Vinyl with a chuckle.
After a minute or so of rubbing her face around, shamelessly enjoying the feeling of the living pillows cushioning her cheeks while Vinyl smirked a mirthful smirk, Golden slowly snaked her way up the DJ’s chest. She slid her fingers to Vinyl’s collarbone, bringing their faces within inches of each other, so close that they could feel one another’s warm breath. They both smiled flirtatiously, before joining lips in an intimate kiss. Their breathing was drawn out and deep as Vinyl’s practiced tongue played around Golden Harvest’s. Vinyl was inwardly impressed with Golden’s unrestricted daring as she simultaneously squeezed and rolled her breasts with a hand while practically dancing in her mouth – The farm girl definitely knew what she was doing.
When they both pulled away, pleasantly impressed grins on both their faces, Vinyl gently twirled Golden Harvest around so her back was resting against the DJ’s cushioning breasts. From her control-position, Vinyl planted small kisses all over the carrot-top’s neck, one hand going up and down her curves as the other moved down to her crotch, beginning to unbutton her shorts. Golden Harvest assisted the DJ by undoing the zipper, tingles going through her at the feeling of Vinyl beginning to explore her body more intimately. When Golden's shorts were loosened, Vinyl slid her hand down the front of them – slowly, increasing the thrill of the naughty action – feeling hair as she searched.
“Ooh, you’ve got a bush down there, huh?” she asked in the same lightheartedly seductive tone. Her fingers traveled down past the bush to tenderly stroke Golden’s lower lips.
Golden Harvest chuckled, working off of Vinyl’s movements by putting her hands to her shorts and pulling them down her thighs slowly, bringing her underwear with them. She performed a small, playful shake of her now naked, shapely hips as she spun back around to face the DJ.
“Alright,” said Vinyl, grinning naughtily, “we’ve got the downstairs uncovered. How ‘bout up here... ?” She lifted Golden Harvest’s shirt up slowly, her fingers sending tingles all over the other’s body as they brushed her abdomen. Golden lifted her arms straight up, gently dancing from side to side seductively as her midriff was revealed. Vinyl slowed down as the underside of Golden’s breasts showed, creating a very teasing image. The DJ giggled as she continued pulling the top up half an inch at a time, slowly exposing more and more of Golden’s underboob. Vinyl held the shirt just under her nipples, using her free fingers to tickle the bottom of Golden’s breasts. Her alluring dance was interrupted by her giggling helplessly, the moment of seduction broken into one of fun. This in turn got Vinyl giggling, and soon they were both doubling up in chortles at their own silliness as the DJ brought the top over Golden’s breasts completely, letting the country girl’s plump assets to fall out and bounce sensually.
With Golden Harvest’s intimate parts ready for the taking, Vinyl made a move for one of the orange-haired woman’s teats with her mouth: She gave it a juicy suckle, while at the same time rubbing her hand across the girl’s vulva, her fingers passing through its lips just a bit. Golden Harvest moaned uncontrollably, her legs weakening a little; The sweet sensation of Vinyl controlling her, combined with the soothing music resonating in her ears made her sweat, and her face flush.
The DJ took it all in stride, playing off Golden’s weakness, electing to carefully bring her to the floor. With the farm girl resting on her back, Vinyl brought her legs around and straddled her. Kneeling, she pushed her chest out a bit, jiggling her breasts back and forth as she looked down at Golden with a naughty expression. Like what you see? her look said. Golden responded by taking each of Vinyl’s breasts in hand, applying pressure with her fingers, and gently twisting the DJ’s nipples with a smirk. Vinyl let out a small, surprised squeak at the feeling, causing Golden to chuckle lightly. Gripping Vinyl by pinching her nipples slightly, Golden pulled her down toward herself, the DJ being forced to comply lest she face the mild pain of having her teats pulled. When Vinyl was directly over Golden, they joined mouths again, the country girl enjoying how both of their joined bosoms acted like cushions, letting Vinyl rest atop her comfortably, their boobs squished together.
The kissing escalated in intensity with the music, and their breathing came in excited gasps as their tongues playing with each other. When they came up for air, Golden Harvest spoke, just a little out of breath: “My turn, sweet-tits,” she said with a smirk.
Vinyl giggled, and they switched places so Golden Harvest was on top, Vinyl on her back with her large breasts sticking up in the air like proud mountains. Golden began playing with them, squeezing them, rolling and batting them around on Vinyl’s chest like water balloons, making the two ladies giggle happily. The country girl then moved slowly down Vinyl’s body, on all fours with her hands resting on either side of the DJ, flexing the curves of her back as she went. She slid her hands up Vinyl’s skirt and pulled her panties out from under it, opening up the DJ’s the clean-shaven vagina. Vinyl lifted her feet up a bit so Golden could slip the panties over her feet. When Golden had them off, she twirled the panties around with finger teasingly before tossing them away with a grin. She then plunged her face up the skirt, kissing Vinyl’s snatch hungrily.
Golden opened and closed her mouth over Vinyl’s vulva, licking the smooth skin with her tongue. As she bit ever-so-slightly on the DJ’s lower lips with her teeth, Vinyl let out a satisfied gasp. “Oh, babe,” she said, “you really know what a girl likes, don’t ya?”
“Mm’hm,” Golden hummed naughtily. She slid back out of the skirt, moving up Vinyl's body and walking her fingers up her belly. That made her squirm a bit, eliciting a giggle from Golden. She cupped one of Vinyl’s breasts in both hands tenderly, like a baby nursing its bottle, and returned the suckle of her teat; She traced the outline of the areola with her tongue slowly, kissing the nipple as she applied gentle pressure with her fingers, her nails digging into the skin with that almost-pain like scratching an itch. Vinyl moaned contentedly, internally high-fiving herself for making such a good catch with Golden Harvest.
After a minute of both ladies humming comfortably, Vinyl brought Golden’s head up so they could join lips yet again. Their free hands matched motions, moving to each other’s crotches so they could stimulate both sets of one another’s lips as the music reached its surreal crescendo.
Momentarily, Vinyl spoke in between kisses: “This song’s coming to an end soon. Better let me get another one set up....”
“Go right ahead,” Golden said, fondling one of Vinyl’s breasts even as she talked. “I’m not going anywhere, hun.”
Vinyl smiled and sat up, pulling her top back over her breasts – “Slowly, slowly,” said Golden half-jokingly. Vinyl giggled, drawing out the action, making her boobs bulge before they were taken by the hold of the tight fabric.
“I’ll be back soon, don’t you worry,“ she said with a wink.
“Thanks for bringin’ me up here, sweetheart,” Golden Harvest said with genuine appreciation.
With another smile, Vinyl stood up and walked a couple paces to the mixers, not bothering to re-adorn her panties, since her crotch wasn’t visible to crowd. She briefly glanced back at Golden Harvest, lying there on the floor of the booth, half-stripped and comfortably vulnerable with all of her clothes still on her body, but none of them covering it up; her tank-top lodged above her breasts, her bottoms resting below her thighs, and a happy blush on her face as she looked back at the DJ with half-lidded eyes, waiting for her to return.
Yep. I’ve definitely scored a good one tonight, Vinyl thought happily.
Looking at the screen of the laptop next to her mixer, Vinyl chose a track and loaded it to the turntable. With the experience of the practiced DJ she was, she cleanly transitioned the currently playing song to the next over roughly the course of a minute. The change was hardly noticeable to anyone listening – The people on the floor kept dancing, and the beat continued.
Vinyl was just about finished when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her shoulders from behind – as well as a set of boobs pushing into her back – making her grin. “Hey, babe,” she said.
“Hey there,” came Golden Harvest’s voice from right next to her ear. “I was gonna be a good girl and be patient, but I just couldn’t wait to get my hands back on ya.” Vinyl felt chills travel through her at the greedy tone in the farm girl’s voice.
“Mind if I... ?” Golden asked, trailing off. Vinyl noticed her arms come away, then feel her fingers on her abdomen. And then suddenly, before Vinyl could react, she felt her top quickly yanked down off her bosom, her assets bouncing out as the pressure of the top left them. She blushed slightly at the collective reaction from the crowd, hearing quite a few wolf-whistles, but she was smiling, too. She giggled and turned around, playfully pushing Golden Harvest with her hands. Golden fell onto her back, laughing, her legs flying into the air, showing off the underside of her vagina. When Golden lost her momentum, she kept holding her legs up, mischievously grinning at Vinyl, as if daring her to act.
“Come here, you!” the DJ laughed as she lunged vivaciously at Golden Harvest.
And so their lightheartedly lustful activities continued, during which time Golden Harvest discovered how ticklish Vinyl Scratch could be. She mercilessly used this to her advantage, making Vinyl positively comical as she rolled about, laughing. She would have to get up and continue her mixing duties once in awhile, but the interruptions gave them a chance to breathe, and for Golden Harvest to think up new ideas for their games.
“So,” Golden asked at one point, on her back as she kicked her bottoms off completely for them to land somewhere out of sight, leaving everything below her waist free, “how many gals have you had lyin’ nude on this floor before?”
“Not too many,” said Vinyl, kneeling by Golden’s side and leaning over her. She briefly rubbed her face over Golden’s exposed bosom, making her giggle happily. “I only pick out the best ones,” she added, looking up at Golden affectionately from her position resting atop the girl’s breast.
“Aw, thanks, sugarcube,” Golden said as she gently grabbed Vinyl’s hips, moving her onto her back and getting to her own knees. She started loosening the belt on Vinyl’s skirt so she could begin removing it. “Let’s get this out of the way, shall we?”
“By all means!” Vinyl grinned, bringing her legs up again for Golden to bring it down over her feet. When Golden had the skirt off Vinyl’s legs and in her hands, she hooked one end of it on her thumb, stretching it back and letting go so it slingshotted off somewhere into the dark around the stage.
“Hey, I needed that!” Vinyl laughed, now without a way to cover up her womanhood.
“No ya didn’t!” said Golden Harvest, tickling Vinyl’s ribs again.
“And you don’t need this, either!” Vinyl proclaimed through her laughter, yanking Golden’s top over her head – she wore no bra – and tossing it over the mixers. They both continued to laugh as the country girl stripped off Vinyl’s one-piece top and did the same with it. They grabbed one another, brushing their lips together and giggling like mad at their own silliness as they rolled around the booth fully nude.
“Oho, crap, you know what I just realized?” asked the DJ in between chortles while they lay with their arms caressing each other, Golden Harvest’s bush tickling her own vulva slightly.
“What’s that?”
“We just lost our clothes.... All of ‘em. And we’re in the DJ booth.... Uh...”
Golden Harvest looked at her totally naked self, then back to the matching Vinyl, noting their lack of anything to use to cover up their intimate parts anywhere within reach. Only the DJ’s fingerless gloves and their mutual high-heeled shoes remained. She grinned impishly. “Yeah, we’re screwed, aren’t we?”
“We might just be, yep,” Vinyl said with a very slightly nervous chuckle.
“Guess you’ll just have to perform in the nude,” said Golden Harvest with a shrug, not entirely joking. There wasn’t really any alternative to walking down to the audience au naturale to find their clothes. And Vinyl didn’t have the time for that, if she wanted to avoid the beat in the club stopping.
The DJ hesitated a little, but shook her head goodnaturedly and stood up, albeit a bit nervously. She looked around, hesitating to walk out nude before the dancefloor, but Golden Harvest got up and took Vinyl’s hand. She guided Vinyl to the mixers where she stood, shameless of her utter lack of clothes. The two naked women on stage were greeted by more wolf-whistles as Vinyl somewhat dubiously got back to work.
It took Vinyl some time to get over the fact that she was actually DJing completely nude for the many people in her club, displaying her body to all. Sure, she had flashed the crowd on occasion – that was small stuff, really – but for however carefree she might have been, this was something she had never thought she’d be doing. When the song that was playing eventually came to a chorus, she noticed Golden Harvest jumping to the beat next to her, grinning cheekily as her breasts bounced up and down with her movement. Before long, the farm girl’s enthusiasm infected the DJ; She simply accepted her exposed situation, and everyone in the club was treated to the most pleasant sight of the two healthy-bodied, completely nude young ladies dancing around and giggling for all to see.
It was an awkward, but cheerfully careless and sexy affair of getting their clothing back later – Despite Vinyl and Golden’s lack of decency, they were met with a warm and supportive reception from the club attendees. Everyone laughed along with the two helplessly exposed women as they wandered the area around the stage in various states of undress, searching for their lost garments. Golden Harvest had already found her shorts not far outside the DJ booth, and looked for all the world like an absolutely stunning pin-up model in her topless and high-heeled fashion as she accompanied the DJ. She unabashedly blew kisses and used her hands to shake her breasts at everyone who complimented her via wolf-whistles, even being generous enough to pose for the men and women who took pictures of her with their phones. (There were a lot of these cases.)
They never did find Vinyl’s top, however. In the end, after ten minutes of walking around with her large boobs jiggling on full display, a bouncer had to lend her his t-shirt, which she gratefully accepted. Being a form-fitting men’s shirt, it inadvertently did a fabulous job of showing off her well-sized assets in spite of covering them up. She was well-aware of how her nipples were visibly poking through the fabric, but at this point, she didn't mind much, and she gave the bouncer a flirtatious hug as thanks, squeezing her breasts into him. The muscular man managed to blush only a little.
Though Golden Harvest had found her top, she didn’t bother putting it back on, opting to hang around the club topless for the rest of the night, already having lost any modesty she might have previously had. When it finally came time for her to head home, late into the night, Vinyl saw her off at the door. Golden seemed almost reluctant to cover herself up, saying that she found the freedom of not needing to worry about decency a relieving experience, but in the end, she had to. She playfully put on a show of replacing it on her form as she mock-unintentionally rocked her naked midsection side-to-side.
“We gotta do this again sometime, Goldy,” said Vinyl with a laugh as she watched Golden.
The country girl flashed her boobs one last time, giving them a sensual little shake before covering them up with a laugh of her own. “Absolutely! That was the most fun I’ve had at a club in a long while,” she responded sincerely, the blush having left her face hours ago. “Thanks a lot, hun.” She smiled as they shared one more smooch.
All in all, Vinyl and Golden Harvest both left late that night in high spirits, having traded numbers and agreed that they could do it again in a couple weeks’ time when the Golden would be visiting Canterlot.
Yep. That sweetheart’s a real keeper. Vinyl smiled happily to herself, eagerly anticipating their next get-together.
Author's Note
When I first wrote this story, it was roughly 1,500 words. At some point, another 2,500 appeared. Wow, when the heck did that happen? Seriously, didn't know I had that in me.
This little story was inspired by EVOV1’s fantastically sexy drawing, The Real Party Starts Now – One of the best humanized DJ P0N-3s I've ever seen. The drawing has a sense of fun, something that I've always thought should be the main focus of recreational sex, and something I tried hard to capture here (And I'd like to know if I succeeded). The activities portrayed in this story are really quite softcore as far as clopfics go (there's not even any penetration of any kind! Imagine that!), but it's the kind of thing I like to read, whether it appeals to the clop audience or not. Hope at least some people can appreciate the sense of sexy-but-clean fun I tried to get across with this fic.
So thanks to the ever-classy EVOV1 for prompting this little story. I encourage you to go show him some love – He makes some really marvelous pin-ups, featuring simply voluptuous humanized ponies, and without any of that weird fetish stuff one sees in a lot of R34. Just beautiful, sexy girls – Who sometimes do this.
Stay classy,
~Nordlen
