Music for the Masses

For a time, Rarity kept her promise. She would not dare to disappoint Sweetie Belle, and for a long time after their conversation she constantly watched her actions. Sweetie Belle was, of course, ecstatic. Rarity privately cancelled gigs for her, and even though Sweetie never knew about this, she could intuitively feel that Rarity was sacrificing things for her.

Rarity's sudden change in attitude impressed all of her friends, especially Rainbow Dash. Dash, being the element of loyalty, never broke her promises. She was proud to see that Rarity was beginning to do the same. She felt it was the only way to live. The only real way to prove your love to your friends, in Dash's opinion, was to stay by their side and be as reliable as possible.

Rainbow Dash was very proud of Rarity, and constantly expressed her satisfaction. Whenever Rarity would go and see something Sweetie Belle was in, Dash would accompany her. Even though she and Rarity had certainly had their disagreements in the past, and their personalities were not always the most compatible, Dash began to see her from several angles.

She really liked what she saw. She liked the amount of initiative she took. She liked that Rarity really liked and got along well with other ponies. Even though Rainbow Dash wasn't in any sense fashionable, she admired beauty. She admired Rarity.

She really admired her. But she also had another unicorn on her mind, a DJ she'd met in a nightly club.

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"Hey hot-stuff," Rainbow Dash said to the DJ, winking.

"Uh, hi," Vinyl Scratch greeted. It was one of the days when she was simply too nervous to talk to Dash. She didn't want to let any inside knowledge slip, or accidentally let loose one of their inside jokes.

"What's up, Vinyl?" Dash asked.

"Nothing," Vinyl muttered coldly, playing with an oscillator to see if it would warrant any reaction in the crowd. Ponies didn't seem to pay much attention, they just needed something to dance to Vinyl frowned in disappointment. It was a really good song, filled with lots of bass and twinkling keyboard.

"Nothing?" Rainbow asked. This confident and cool DJ seemed pretty insecure and uptight.

"Yes," Vinyl said, "now go away."

"Hey!" Rainbow shouted, not used to being told what to do, "What the hell did I even do to you?"

Even though Dash couldn't see it, Rarity was rolling her eyes. She ignored Dash, keeping her eyes on the records she was spinning. Suddenly she saw a little flash of blue and a slight breeze on her face.

"I'm talking to you!" Dash demanded Vinyl's attention, and looked her in the eye. Without her glasses on. In fact, Rainbow Dash was waving her glasses in one hoof. Vinyl tried to reach forward for them, but Dash snapped her hand away. She had amazing reflexes.

Vinyl looked at Dash, feeling more like Rarity every second. Dash suddenly felt sorry for her, seeing a sad look her in her beautiful eyes. They truly were amazing eyes, sapphire blue and huge. Dash slowly handed Vinyl back her glasses, and she took them more than happily.

"Thanks, darling," she said quietly.

Rainbow Dash cocked her head in confusion. Something was off. Had she seen Vinyl around somewhere? Did she know her in high school or something? She just seemed so familiar suddenly.

"No problem," said Dash, feeling uncomfortable. Vinyl moved towards her suddenly, with slow and careful movements. She kissed Dash passionately, and Dash was unarmed. The tension on their lips was comfortable, and soon Vinyl gently licked Dash's. Kissing with tongue, the two mares began to wrap around each other. A careful white foreleg wrapped around Dash's neck, and soon their chests were touching. They blushed, it became hot, Vinyl took off her own glasses, and down on the floor things became more serious.

Vinyl was hot, she was cold. She had strange highs and strange lows. It was simple strange love, and Vinyl would gladly give it to her.