Chapter 3: An Itch That Needs Vinyl-ing. ...wait.

Melody “Octavia” Scratch was used to a great many things. Loud music. Late nights. Fighting with her sister.

Fires in her house should not be on that list. She pondered this for a moment while she watched the flowers in her favorite vase in the middle of the coffee table burst into flames. No rhyme. No reason. Just foof. She tilted her head curiously at this development, as the mildly self-contained blaze came and went, leaving her favorite roses absolutely decimated by green flames.

“...Well, then. Time to get the Abusing Stick. Oh Vinyl~,” she crooned in her ‘nice voice’, getting up off the couch. She hadn’t made it halfway to the stairs, though, before she heard a soft ‘plop’ behind her. Turning to observe the source of the noise in the same world-weary manner she’d watched her centerpiece immolate, she raised an eyebrow in curiosity as a small scroll with a Royal Seal on it rolled to a stop near the edge of the table. “Oh. Well then. The Princess sent me a letter and set fire to my roses. ...I must admit that’s a new one.”

She heard from behind her, in a rather timid voice, “O-Octavia? Are you ok? You sounded upset.”

Octavia turned to glare at Vinyl, but decided against it as she reminded herself that her sister was not to blame for the loss of her flowers. “Oh, nothing. Just a knee-jerk reaction. We seem to have Royal Post,” she explained, waving a hoof to the small letter sitting on the table. “What exactly did you do this time?”

Vinyl had to think for a moment. Then, like many a time before, all the dogs started barking upstairs all at once, as realization crossed her face. “Oh! That must be a letter telling me about my interview today! Sweet!” Octavia heard the light hum of magic behind her and the brief shuffling of parchment as Vinyl levitated the notice across the room, unrolling it and reading it eagerly. “Cool, I got like, an hour to get there. Better get moving.” The white unicorn looked to her sister, who appeared for all the world like somepony had just smacked a dead fish across her face. “What?”

“You... you have a job interview?” the grey mare asked hesitantly. “At the castle? How?”

Vinyl smiled smugly, posing with an air of superiority as she explained, “I applied for an Apprenticeship with Her Highness Princess Twilight Sparkle! Not bad, huh?”

Octavia stopped thinking for a moment, completely lost in the series of words she’d just been presented with. “Eeeeehhhhhhhhh?!” she exclaimed, half her face going slack in confusion. “How did- what- I don’t- fuckin- HOW?!”

“Yeah, I had some free time and figured that setting myself up the cushiest job on the market would be a great time-sink. See ya later, sis! Also,” she added, pointing a hoof at Octavia’s twitching eyebrow, “You really should get that tick looked at. It’s kinda weirding me out.” She smiled and nodded goodbye as she slammed the door behind her.

Octavia stood in place for a moment as the entirety of the conversation finally sunk in. “WHAT THE FUCK?!”

Vinyl had been to the castle many times, and to be perfectly honest, she didn’t really see what everypony else thought was such a big deal. Yes, she understood the concept of priceless antiques, royal artwork, and the grand importance of where she was and who’s presence she was in. The reality of it, at least to her, was much less impressive; somepony had to rule the country, and it just so happened they’d been around for-fucking-ever. What really impressed her about the Princesses and their positions were what they actually did. Vinyl was never one to be impressed by titles.

Princess Celestia? Ran all of Equestria by herself for a thousand years, not to mention all the shit that goes with protecting it. Princess Luna? Ran it beforehoof, alongside her sister. Helped knock down Discord, Sombra, and a bunch of other baddies. Has a holiday named after her pure potential for pants-wetting badassery. Princess Cadence? Well, she wasn’t around Canterlot a whole bunch, but she did help kick in Sombra’s teeth that one time, and cuntpunt Crysalis halfway across the free world. She was also the Princess of Love, and was railing the Captain of the guard.

Props were to be had.

Princess Twilight, Vinyl mused with a smile, had done quite a lot in the time she’d been Princess, and the time before that. She’d saved both the leaders of the free world in like, a day, from a thousand-year-old chaos spell, re-unearthed the origins of ancient magic, and that wasn’t even touching on all the crazy shit she took care of before she went full alicorn.

And Vinyl was on her way to becoming her apprentice. Oh, fuck yeah.

The blue-maned musician trotted down the halls in what would appear to anypony else to be an aimless canter, but she knew where she was going. Whether or not she was paying attention was another story, as evidenced by her running full-on into something small, spiky, and male.

They both hit the ground with a collective “Oof.” Shaking her head and standing upright, she looked down at the dazed dragon kid and smiled. Pulling him up to a standing position with a quick levitation, she brushed the back of his head off a little. “Sorry, dude, got lost in thought. Whatcha doin’ out here?”

Spike smacked the side of his head to keep his eyes from spinning. “Ooh... I’ve been waiting for you. Well, I was about to, anyway. You’re here early Vinyl.”

The unicorn shrugged. “Not like I have anything better to do than an interview with the Princess, right? Besides, I think I remember somepony saying showing up early was a good first impression, or something. So anyway, is she ready? Or is there someplace I can sit and wait around?”

Spike was about to answer when the large door behind him swung open just enough for Twilight to poke her head out into the hall. “Oh, Spike, don’t forget to tell- Vinyl! Oh, nevermind! Come on in,” she said happily, swinging the door the rest of the way open, and ushering the white mare inside.

Vinyl smiled and waved hello as she walked into the throne room she’d been in earlier. She barely took notice of the guards on either side of the door, only remembering they were there by virtue of spotting the two next to the actual throne. “So what’s it like having guards all the time?” she asked casually.

Twilight walked past her as Vinyl stopped in the middle of the room, sitting on her haunches just in front of the throne. “Not as much fun as you’d think. We’re not allowed to 'fraternize'.” She emphasized the last word with air quotes, and punctuated the sentence with a heavy sigh. “Well, it’s good to see you show up early, at least. Thanks for coming.”

Oh, I’ll fraternize your horn off, baby, Vinyl thought to herself, making an attempt to hide a devilish grin. The Princess didn’t seem to notice. “Hey, thanks for having me. I know this ‘Apprenticeship’ thing is a little outside my area of expertise, but I’m still really glad you let me apply.”

Twilight chuckled at Vinyl’s eagerness. “Oh, don’t thank me yet. We still have an interview to do, you know. So, before that, is there anything you’d like to say in regards to your application? Some opening statements, as it were?”

Vinyl tapped her chin with her forehoof thoughtfully. “Hmm. I guess I should say that, even with all the awesome stuff on that flyer, my big interest is in scientific progress. I make a habit of tinkering with arcane technology for both work and pleasure, and I’ve seen it do some amazing stuff. I’d really like to be able to make something that useful available to everyone, and maybe start working on some devices that really level the tribal playing field.”

That last sentence caught the alicorn off guard. “What do you mean, ‘level the playing field?’ Are you concerned about tribal equality?”

Vinyl shook her head. “Not in a political sense, no. I don’t see a lot of tribalism or specieist types around, and those I do see get put in their place pretty quickly by anypony that cares. No, I’m more worried about stuff like making flying machines for non-pegasi, or devises that can do simple spells or magically mundane tasks that even an Earth pony could use. Like most of my sound systems, which can be run by basically anypony. I just have to make sure they’ve got some kind of magical charge, or give ‘em a good zap of electricity, and off they go. I just think that there are things in life you shouldn’t have to miss out on just because you weren’t born with the right parts.”

The smile on Twilight’s face was nothing short of approving, and radiant. “That, Vinyl, is a rather inspiring motivation. I’d still like to talk to you about what kind of background in magic and technology you have, and what some of your ideas are, of course. If you don’t mind?” she asked, motioning to the back room that she’d interviewed Sweetie in.

Vinyl nodded. “Ready when you are.”

An hour or so had passed in the study where Twilight and Vinyl were talking. “So, if you take some of the aether-optic cords used for lighting decorations for holidays, and widen them a bit, you can actually run magical currents through your devices?” Twilight asked curiously.

Vinyl nodded, pointing to one of many books they’d laid out on the table. “Exactly. It’s literally the exact same principle as the lighting fixtures, except you put frequency crystals at certain intervals to act as nodes that interpret different parts of the spell. Like here,” she pointed to a large blueprint she’d brought with her, indicating a specific part of the design. “If you run your typical mana current through this cord from here to here, it’s just gonna pour more energy into what it’s already doing, possibly causing an overload. But if you have a frequency node here,” she tapped another section, “that you can adjust physically to intersect the spell by making a physical connection with that expanse of optic cord, and that node has a predetermined spell matrix attached to it, the mana you’re running to here will actually deliver the effects of an entirely different spell. You can also use these nodes, and small optic cord splitters at certain intervals, to add or subtract power from different parts of the device.”

Twilight was particularly amazed at such intricate uses of such basic principles. Using a crystal as a spell focus was an old-school method used to help students cast spells they weren’t normal supposed to know, without teaching them knowledge beyond their years. But using said crystals to change the function of a device? “What, exactly, does this device do, anyway?”

Vinyl smiled, happy to answer the question. “Well, you see this flat panel here?” Twilight nodded. “That’s actually a micro-lattice of thousands of tiny photocrystals. Basically really really tiny versions of Heart’s Warming lights. All these tiny tiny cords are set to deliver specific mana currents at regular, and ridiculously fast, intervals, to change the color of each crystal in the panel, which is actually the display. I’m working on a partner device that’s still wayyy in the alpha stages that is designed to capture live pictures of real-time events, translate those images into a series of color-coding spells, and transmit that information to the base control node here,” another tap on the blueprint, “which will be responsible for the distribution of steady and regulated mana bursts that correlate with the signal you get from the other device, and thus display it on the micro-lattice. I call it Spectravision. Still kinda working on the name,” she added sheepishly, realizing it sounded much cooler in her head.

Twilight was amazed at the detail and progress Vinyl had made in her concepts for such a useful device. “Do you have a working prototype?” she asked hopefully.

Vinyl laughed shortly. “Ha! Yeah, no. This is so far from actually building the thing it’s crazy. Right now all I have is a bunch of theories and concepts. It sounds really good and looks decent on paper, but I’ve done some of the really heavy research on putting that many spell matrices that close together and running that many aether-optic cables together that closely with that much power, and lets just say if I built it the way it’s designed right now it’d be considered a threat to national security.”

Twilight looked disheartened at not having a physical device to observe and tinker with, but another part of her was very hopeful. “Well, Vinyl, I can honestly say you’ve got the mind for the work, and your drive and initiative on doing all of this yourself is extremely impressive. I’d love to have you back for the next part of the application process.”

Vinyl grinned widely, and gave herself a small cheer. “Yesss,” she hissed, sitting on her haunches and pumping her hoof in the air. She looked up to see Twilight levitating all the books off the table, getting ready to put them away. Vinyl, seeing a few she’d missed, and her blueprint, made to do the same. It was as she was picking up her blueprint, however, that something happened. Twilight, either not seeing Vinyl’s move to help, or trying to gather up her applicant/guests materials for them as a polite gesture, made to levitate the large sheet of paper at the same time.

Their auras met, at the middle, as bright violet met pale white, and each let loose a small gasp as the overlapping magic sparked. They could each feel the feedback from one another’s spells, and both dropped the drawing at the same time, letting it bounce harmlessly back onto the table. Gracefully, Twilight had kept hold of all the books she’d been already carrying.

Vinyl did not. The tomes fell into a small pile around her, and she flinched as they hit the ground with large thuds. “I-sorry. Didn’t see you were goin’ for it,” she apologized, taking a moment to catch her breath before picking up the books again.

Twilight smiled, her cheeks slightly flushed. “Oh, no, it’s ok. I wasn’t paying attention, just grabbing stuff up. You ok?”

The white unicorn, despite having taken a moment to calm down, was still slightly breathless. The spark of magic meeting magic had been... exhilarating. “Huh? Oh, yeah. I’ll be fine.” Wow. She’s... potent. She looked up to see Twilight setting the last of her books away. Apparently she’d lost herself in thought long enough for the purple alicorn to do most of her work. Just as Twilight was getting ready to leave, however, Vinyl found the rest of her voice. “H-Hey, Twilight! Oh, shi- I mean, Princess!”

Twilight turned around, raising an eyebrow at the musician. “Yes Vinyl?”

“You... uh... you said earlier that you weren’t allowed to like, fraternize with the guards, or whatever. Do you... I don’t know... wanna fraternize with me?” ...that is the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever said.

The princess looked taken aback for a moment, at first because she didn’t understand what she was being asked, then once more when the realization hit her. “Well... Vinyl...” she sighed as a thought struck her. “Listen, if you’re looking to get a step ahead of the competition, that’s not the way to do it.”

Vinyl shook her head, setting the books down in a pile on the desk. She jogged up to Twilight, holding out a hoof for her to stop. “No, that’s not what... Ok, I can see where it looks like that. Yeah, it looks really suspicious. But I honestly wouldn’t forgive me if I lowered myself to sleeping around to get a better job.”

Twilight raised an eyebrow. “Ok, I can understand that. So why...” she trailed off, leaving the obvious question in the air.

Vinyl returned the confused expression. “Um, how about, ‘You’re really hot?’ or ‘I’ve kind of been staring at your flank since you moved to Ponyville two years ago?’ or ‘That magical spark thing back there was a major turn on?’ Look, I get my timing sucks. It usually does. My sister seems to love reminding me of that. But I mean, how often am I going to get an opportunity like this? Alone with the freakin’ Princess of Magic in her private study? I’m not dumb enough to think this Apprenticeship is a sure thing, and to be honest, I’d rather go through the whole application and lose knowing I’d at least asked then go a whole year working with you and not saying a word.”

Twilight was taken aback yet again, and at somewhat of a loss for words. “Vinyl...”

“No, I get it. I’m totally impulsive, and being really inappropriate asking you to sleep with me out of the blue like that. It... happens more than you think. But now I’ve at least asked you, so if you don’t want to, can we at least pretend we didn’t have this conversation?” Vinyl ranted, growing more nervous by the moment.

“Vinyl-”

“I mean, I know it’s totally a bad idea to proposition a Princess, in her own study, when you’re asking for a job. That’s like, three strikes of stupid. But I really think-”

“VINYL!” Twilight barked, desperate to get a word in edgewise.

“...yeah?” the white mare asked.

Twilight sighed, and looked around the room, as if to reconfirm the presence of only the two of them. “Can I tell you a small secret?”

Not sure where she was going with this, Scratch just nodded.

The princess took a moment to compose herself, then took a few steps towards the musician, until they were a breath away. She looked Vinyl in the eyes for a moment....

And flung her hooves around the other mare’s neck. “Oh thank youuuuuuu,” she cried, squeezing Vinyl around the neck until the blue-maned minstrel thought she would pass out. “I have been positively aching for somepony to roll around in the hay with! Do you have any idea how annoying it is when somepony tells you ‘Oh, hey, we’re giving you this round-the-clock guard unit of really attractive and muscular stallions that all have like, years of endurance and strength training, but you can’t touch or flirt with any of them!” Twilight had foregone choking Vinyl, and instead took to standing right in front of her and ranting. “I’m not gonna lie, half of this apprenticeship thingy was so I could find somepony smart enough to keep me on my toes and sexy enough to sweep me off them. And no,” she added quickly, “I didn’t do anything with Sweetie Belle. She just came in here, set off a damn brain bomb, and walked off. Kid’s like... Raincolt or something, I dunno. But you!” Twilight punctuated her sentence by draping herself over a now extremely confused Vinyl’s neck. “Ooh, I saw you yesterday and remembered you from Ponyville. Ooh, the things I wanna do to that flank!”

Vinyl Scratch was a pony that rarely had nothing to say to any given situation. Now was no exception. “So, the short and skinny of it is...” she said slyly, once her brain had caught up to the present.

Twilight hugged her closer, and pressed her muzzle firmly against Vinyl’s. Their lips met and neither one of them wasted time in opening their mouths to let their tongues explore the other mare’s. Finally getting caught up with her current... predicament, the musician returned the embrace, tucking a hoof behind Twilight’s head and tilting it slightly to guide the kiss, and deepen it.

Moments passed where the only sounds in the room were the breathless, muffled sighs of the two mares and the soft, wet slurping noises of their oral exchange. Then, pulling back just enough to break free, Twilight caught Vinyl with a seductive stare. The musician mewled in anticipation of what would happen next.

“The short and skinny of it is,” Twilight answered, “get over here and fuck me."

It was all the motivation the white unicorn needed. She lifted the Princess off her feet in a sweep of levitation, and planted the nonresistant alicorn in a library chair. Twilight looked up with an expectant, half-lidded smile as Vinyl pulled herself up to straddle the purple mare in the chair.

From her vantage point, Vinyl could literally feel the beginning of heat radiating from Twilight’s crotch. The spreading warmth to match her own slowly building arousal left a light fog in her head, as she leaned forward and let the full weight of her chest lean in on Twilight’s sturdier frame. Vinyl brought her lips down on the other mare’s again as she leaned heavily into her embrace.

Twilight pulled the musician even closer, if that were possible, gripping the mare’s flanks firmly in her hooves and lifting herself up to grind slowly against the DJ’s whole body. She moaned blissfully into the other mare’s mouth as her wings unconsciously wrapped themselves around her partner. A slight shift in gravity made her aware of the precocious position of the chair, so she absentmindedly set a small spell in place to glue the infernally teetering seat to the floor. Returning her full attention to Vinyl, she noticed just what her wings had been doing without her noticing, and an idea struck.

Moving the tips of her wings farther down Vinyl’s back, she loosened their grip on her body just enough that the tips of her feathers drew tickling patterns up and down the other mare’s flank.

The effect was immediate. Vinyl broke the kiss with a loud gasp, and groaned pleasantly as she arched her back into the soft, graceful touch of the alicorn’s wings. “Ooh, hell yeah,” she moaned, pressing her pelvis further into Twilight’s hips as downy wingtips played mercilessly with the skin around her Cutie Mark. She looked down with a lustful expression at the alicorn. “You got anything -softer- to play on?” she asked huskily.

Twilight didn’t hesitate. In a second she teleported them both to her bedroom, far removed from the study and well and tightly locked. Of course, she took the opportunity presented to put herself on top when the two of them reappeared. She smiled down at the breathless musician with that same half-lidded expression, dropping down to kiss her roughly and all but push her farther into the silk sheets.

Vinyl wasn’t complaining, instead moving her arms from around Twilight’s neck to explore the rest of her body. Her hooves stopped as she brushed the base of the purple mare’s wings, and a gasp escaped the amorous mare as a new sensation stole her attention. “Oh! I didn’t know they were so... sensitive...” she trailed off, almost gasping for air, as she looked from her now fully-extended wings to the mischievously grinning Ms. Scratch.

“Oh they are, are they?” Vinyl teased, pressing softly on the muscle tissue at the base of Twilight’s wing joint. Another gasp escaped the bookworm as she arched her back, grinding herself slowly against Vinyl’s soft fur. The gesture only invigorated Vinyl’s attentions, as well as bring to mind the now radiant heat from both of their nether regions. The unicorn shuffled her lower extremities a bit, wiggling one hind leg between Twilight’s, arching the limb to press firmly into her partner’s slit.

Each tender motion or amorous gesture elicited squeaks, moans, and excited gasps from the Princess. Vinyl worked the muscled in Twilight’s wing joints, pulled her body flush against the soft-well, tended fur of the alicorn, and pressed her thigh firmly into her ‘victim’s’ crotch. Overcome by the sexy assault, Twilight could only move and grind according to the guiding gestures of the much more experienced party-girl. “Ah, I didn’t know you could... hah... do that with a wing...” she panted.

“Oh, I’m not done yet,” Vinyl jeered, moving her hooves from the base of Twilight’s wings to her rounded flanks, massaging the alicorn’s cutie mark tenderly. Twilight barely noticed as Vinyl’s horn began to glow, and didn’t even pay attention to the magical aura surrounding her wings until she felt the warmth of the spell flow over her feathers and joints.

“Wait, what are you... hah...” her words were lost in lustful panting as Vinyl sent soft pulses of vibration through Twilight’s wings. Unused to any kind of stimulation in her new limbs, let alone the relentlessly pleasant pulsing of Vinyl’s massage spell, her back arched and she ground her crotch into Vinyl’s leg so hard she thought she would bruise. Or, the thought would come to mind, if not for the soft pink haze slowly settling over her thoughts. She had enough presence of mind, though, to tense the muscles in her hind leg, namely the one settled between Vinyl’s thighs, and press firmly forward, using the involuntary arch of her back to guide the slender limb back and forth across Vinyl’s lips.

“Whoa... hey... that’s not...” Vinyl gasped, taken aback by the stimulation. She leaned forward, foregoing the flank massage in favor of gripping Twilight’s ass and pulling the two of them as close together as it was possible for two ponies to be.

The sounds of gasping and moaning filled the room as the two mares’ focus was reduced to lustfully grinding against each other, as what little of Vinyl’s focus remained was put towards surrounding the both of them with the massage spell, and turning it up a few dozen notches. Heavy, measured pulses of warm pressure worked their way up and down the two mares’ bodies as they mindlessly pressed themselves together in rhythmic thrusts.

It didn’t take long for either of them to break after that, as the warmth and vibrations of the spell and each other’s bodies eroded all resistance and focus. Twilight and Vinyl cried out one at a time as their bodies gave in to nearly explosive orgasms, clenching each other tightly as the muscles all across their bodies spasmed in satisfaction. Twilight even went so far as to clamp her mouth down on Vinyl’s neck, stifling her screams as her body all but abused itself in spasmodic bliss.

Once they had both settled down, they laid beside each other, their breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps. Weak, sloppy grins plastered on their faces, they simply laid there and stared at each other for a while.

After a few almost-silent moments, Vinyl asked, “So, boss, about round two?”

Twilight’s eyes lit up as she stretched playfully. “Oh hell yes round two,” she exclaimed, wrapping her hooves around the white mare’s neck.

Vinyl laughed. “Uh, I meant the application?”

Twilight caught herself, and laughed along with Vinyl. “Yes, that too,” she said, planting a small kiss on Vinyl’s cheek.

Author's Note

I have officially lost my clop-writing virginity. I'm no stranger to writing smut, however, but I await the scathing abusive words from my over-expectant and over-entitled readers.

Love you guys.