Author's Note

This is the new and improved version of the original one-shot version of this story. The edits were necessary in part to lead into the expanded story a little better, but mostly to address some potential issues with consent that the original had.

If you have already read the original version of this chapter, I encourage you not to skip the revision as there are points brought up in the additional content that become important in future chapters.

To Wub a Princess Redux

As the bathroom door closed behind her, the high and middle range pitch of the music in the club were muffled to near silence, leaving only the deep throb of the subwoofers that shook the very bones of the building itself.

The intensity of the bass grew until it rattled the walls of the stall, completely drowning out the tinkle of used cosmopolitans against the porcelain. Vinyl appreciated a good wub as much as the next DJ, but the vibrations coming through the walls were just further proof that Neon Lights was doing his damnedest to make a career out of them. Vinyl shrugged to herself as she washed her hooves at the sink. As long as the club’s patrons were still ready to dance when she started her second set, Neon was doing his job.

A soft blue glow shone from Vinyl’s horn as she set her trademark shades on the counter and retrieved a comb and a can of hairspray from her saddlebag. As she combed her mussed hair the rest of the way flat in preparation for restyling it, Vinyl was mildly surprised to notice that the rest of the bathroom was completely empty.

There was usually at least one couple having a quickie in the stalls whenever she took her break between sets. Not that she ever bothered them; that was basic club etiquette. To steal a phrase from the Neighponese: Sex was often seen, but never noticed.

There hadn’t been any to speak of recently, but Vinyl had certainly had her fair share of romps in here whenever she’d had a dry spell at home. Octy didn’t quite share her active libido, but being on a friends with benefits basis with her roomie was a pretty good arrangement most of the time.

Vinyl sighed at her flat-maned reflection. Unfortunately, it was getting harder and harder to find worthwhile hookups at the club, mare or stallion. The willing ones were usually pretty lousy at bathroom sex, especially the stallions. And the ones who were good at it usually took too long to convince to be worth the time in the end, at least for a quickie.

She squinted her eyes at the mirror, wondering if maybe she was just getting old. Just last week she’d been thinking about asking Octavia if she wanted to go ahead and start dating for real. They had once, half-jokingly, talked about doing so if nothing better came along, but now she was seriously considering it.

Vinyl’s ears perked and swivelled. Intermittent high pitched vocal samples joined the bass booms for a moment as the bathroom door swung open and closed again. However, she paid the other pony no mind as she checked her eyes in the mirror and applied some eye drops. Blinking hard, Vinyl made a mental note to lay off the fog machine during her next set.

The ever present bass throb died off just long enough for Vinyl to hear the other pony finish discarding their own used drinks and the soft spin of toilet paper that meant it was probably a mare. The door of the stall Vinyl had just used opened and confirmed her guess. The pony behind her was a tall, hot pink pegasus with purple highlights on the tips of her feathers and her three-colored mane teased up in a large, poofy afro that jiggled as the pony fumbled with the stall door.

A passing thought struck Vinyl that this chick seemed familiar, from a wedding she had DJ’d a while back. She almost thought she spotted the tip of a horn poking out of that tangle of hair, but that was crazy. No way would one of the princesses be drunk in a nightclub bathroom.

Vinyl gave the reflection another once-over. Her hair looked ridiculous, but the rest of the chick’s body was smoking hot; she was probably a supermodel with that tall, sleek figure. Vinyl gave the reflection a quiet wolf whistle and flicked her tail invitingly. Club tail hadn’t been up to par lately, but this chick seemed like a good reason to try.

The throbbing bass had returned in full force, but the pegasus chick must have heard her. Instead of heading for an unoccupied sink, she sauntered forward in that zig-zagging way that drunk ponies always did and slid her forelegs around either side of Vinyl’s body to wash her hooves in the same sink.

A moan escaped Vinyl’s lips as the pony pressed up against her back and nuzzled and nipped at her ear. The pony whispered something that sounded like her name, but Vinyl felt it as a buzz against her head much more than she heard the words. The reverberating bass tones from the dance floor were still overpowering anything less than a loud shout. Vinyl didn’t recognize the chick from any part of her sordid past that she could recall, but even though her hair was down and this chick was pretty drunk, the glasses were probably a dead giveaway to her own identity.

Vinyl twisted around and felt damp hooves wrap around her back as a pair of pink lips met her own. The chick’s eyes were closed, but neither that, nor fresh taste of cranberry vodka in her mouth seemed to hamper her skill. Vinyl felt her mind changing about the quality of club tail as their tongues met; this chick could really kiss.

Their tongues battled hard for dominance and Vinyl couldn’t tell if she was getting light-headed from lack of oxygen or from a contact buzz off all the fruity alcohol still on her breath. A strand of saliva still connected their lips as they finally broke apart, both ponies breathing hard. Vinyl was still a little cross-eyed as she felt the pegasus lean against her body, pinning her up against the counter; something warm and wet pressed up against her hind leg, leaving the fur there damp and sticky.

Vinyl slid a forehoof down the pony’s slim, pink barrel, reaching between those long, lean hind legs. She grinned as she felt a moan vibrate against her forehead. The pegasus kissed around the base of Vinyl’s horn, grinding her hips against the movement of the hoof teasing her. Vinyl rubbed her wet sex gently, nuzzling the pink chest, then stiffened suddenly. She let out another, louder moan to be swallowed up by the thumping bass; the pony’s long tongue had swept up her horn, soft, pleasurable sparks erupting as it dragged along the fluting.

The bass rhythm pounding the bathroom walls slowly caught up both ponies in its wake. Vinyl’s tail bobbed the way it always did when she got into what she liked to call the ‘wub-zone’. Her forehoof found the pegasus’ stiff pink nub, rubbing it in little circles in time to the beat. The pegasus’ pink wings rose to full spread, showing off each and every purple tipped feather. Her wings shook with the movement of her body while her tongue was busy tracing circles up and around the length of Vinyl’s horn.

Vinyl let out a moan as the pegasus’ tongue teased the tip of her horn. With no way to make her voice heard over the steady pulse of the music, she decided that a little encouragement might get those lips around her horn. She preferred earth ponies for their stamina in bed, but this pony was not her first pegasus by a dozen. Leaving her hind leg to grind against the wet pussy straddling her, she raised both forehooves and gripped the pegasus’ powerful wings, marvelling at their size, strength and softness.

She grinned and moaned, her goal achieved, as she felt a pair of lips touch the tip of her horn and slide down its length. Vinyl gave a little shudder as the pony’s lips passed each flute, the spiral groove making it feel like her horn was spinning against the pony’s firm tongue. Her mind fogged up from the pleasure in her horn and she let her DJ instincts take over, her hooves becoming one with the rhythm. Her forehooves stroked those powerful wings, while her hind leg pressed into warm wetness, all in time to the thumping bass beat.

Vinyl nipped at the pink chest tickling her nose with soft fur, shuddering from pleasure. She hadn’t met too many pegasi who knew how to give horn, but this chick was a match for Octy. She was just plain good with her mouth all around; first kissing, then hornplay, Vinyl couldn’t wait to see how well she ate pussy.

The bathroom stalls began to rattle again as the bass throb grew in intensity, drowning out the moaning of the two chance lovers. Vinyl pressed her wet leg more firmly against the marehood above as the pegasus started actively grinding on her. She sped her forehooves, stroking those pink wings and teasing the feathers, coming back to spots that made the pink pegasus suck so hard on her horn that it let out soft sparks.

The beat grew to a grueling pace, and suddenly quit, letting the sound of wet, frantic sex echo off the walls for a moment before the song ended on a single powerful bass note. Both ponies stiffened and arched against each other as the shockwave hit them. Vinyl felt pleasantly as if her horn had been struck by lightning. She could feel her leg drenched in the pegasus’ wetness, the scent of it wafting up to tickle her nose, mingled with the scent of her own arousal. The pegasus’ wings flared high with her orgasm, then Vinyl’s hooves dropped to the pony’s hips as her wings slowly folded back to her sides.

They panted in unison, their chests pressing against each other as both ponies rested for a moment in the afterglow. The pegasus shifted down, meeting Vinyl’s lips again as a pink hoof dipped between white hind legs. Vinyl parted her lips, but the pink pony stopped cold. Her eyelids flew open and she stared directly into Vinyl’s raspberry irises, her pupils shrunken to pinpricks.

“Y-you’re not my husband!” The pony’s voice cracked, echoing in the now silent bathroom.

Darting forward, Vinyl gently bumped noses with the pegasus. She grinned and wiggled her hips against the pink hoof still touching her. “Nope. Wrong equipment for that, babe.”

The pink pony’s mouth hung open, her wings rustling in the still air. Her hind legs trembled as if she wanted to spring away, but lacked the conviction to move. Her wide eyes simply stared back at Vinyl.

“Sorry,” Vinyl said, her eyes darting to the floor as she realized her mistake. “That was totally not cool of me. I just figured you knew who I was. The shades usually give me away.” She waved a hoof at her trademark purple glasses still sitting beside the sink.

The pegasus’ eyes followed slowly. Her lips twitched, but she said nothing.

“Um, anything I can do to make it up to you?”

Vinyl’s question finally broke through the pegasus’ shocked state. She blinked slowly and knit her brows in thought. “I… No. No, I guess not,” she said eventually. “I mean, you didn’t exactly force yourself on me or anything.”

Silence returned to the bathroom, broken only by the slow drip of water from the sink behind Vinyl’s back. The pink pony still hadn’t moved, her eyes fixed on the DJ, as if sizing her up. After the splash of several drops, she cocked her head to one side, causing her ridiculous hairdo to jiggle. “Do you do this sort of thing often?”

“What, bathroom sex?” Vinyl asked, blinking at the sudden, personal question. She paused for a moment, thinking as the mare nodded in confirmation. Bathroom sex never really involved much talk aside from things like up a little, keep going, or just like that, I’m almost there. But at the same time, it didn’t usually involve being mistaken for a drunk and horny mare’s husband either. And there was just something about this chick that made her feel at ease despite the sticky situation.

“Sure. A couple times a week usually,” Vinyl explained with a shrug. “I’ve got a really active libido and my roomie has trouble keeping up with me sometimes. But it’s cool, we’ve got an open relationship. I trust her, she trusts me.

“It’s a fair trade. They get off, I get off, we both leave happy.” Vinyl grinned, continuing on. “And don’t ask me why exactly, but part of me just likes the idea of ponies getting to brag about snagging some tail from Pon-3.” Her eyes darted to the side and a small blush colored her cheeks as soon as the words came out of her mouth. “Good ponies, I mean. It’s not like I don’t have standards.”

“It sounds like an… interesting lifestyle. But I’m glad to hear you do think of other ponies’ happiness.” Her pink lips curled into a small smile for the first time since she’d recognized that the DJ was not her husband. Vinyl let out a sigh of relief.

“Well, I think I should be the one to tell my husband about this.” The pony’s wings rustled a bit as she spoke. “I don’t think he’ll be mad, but maybe it’s better if I soften him up first. I can count on you, right?”

Vinyl grinned, glad to be off the hook. “No sweat, babe. You restored my faith in bathroom nookie. And after a hornjob like that, I figure I owe you a favor.” Vinyl winked. “Your husband’s a lucky guy.”

Her pink cheeks flushed a bit, but she smiled and leant forward to give the DJ a soft nuzzle. “Thanks, Vinyl. You know, Shining looks a lot like you do with your mane down, except for his eyes and the shield on his flank.”

As Vinyl ticked over the description in her mind and thought about his name, her first impression of the chick came back to her. Her eyes darted up to the ridiculous yellow, pink, and purple afro and she raised a hoof to push it back and reveal a long, pink horn. “I thought so! You are Princess Cadance!”

Both ponies stared into each other’s eyes for a moment. Cadance blushed a much deeper shade of red, while Vinyl just looked smug.

Vinyl smiled and patted Cadance’s shoulder. “Relax, babe. I already promised not to say anything.”

The young princess smiled in return and started to back up and unpin Vinyl from the counter. A soft moan from the DJ brought her up short as the hoof she’d still had between Vinyl’s legs brushed against her slit and came away quite damp. Her eyes darted between Vinyl and her wet hoof.

“Sorry about that, babe,” Vinyl said, biting her lip. “You got me talking about sex. And after that hornjob, seeing yours got me flowing again.” The DJ dropped back to all fours, her hind legs shaking slightly. “It’s cool, I’ve got an hour or so ‘til my next set. Just enough time for a date with Lefty before I do my mane.” She held up and flexed her left forehoof, balancing precariously on three legs.

Cadance stared at her damp hoof for a moment, flexing it a little and watching her matted coat stick together in different patterns. Her nostrils flared and her eyes twinkled for a moment before she took a deep breath and smiled. “What kind of princess would I be if I left you frustrated like that?” she said, and added, “but let’s get a bit more privacy just in case.”

As Cadance turned, her tail swished to the side, giving Vinyl a quick peek of glistening pink folds. Before she could enjoy the sight, she let out a squeak as she found herself picked up in the princess’ magical aura and levitated into the relative seclusion of one of the stalls. A new bass rhythm started up, rumbling the walls of the bathroom once again.

Sex with a princess… Octy’s going to be totally jealous!