I’ve been on tour but never one like this

Mic opened his eyes to the bright sunlight piercing through Vinyl’s shutter blinds to which he recoiled and moved his hand over the light, creating shade, then he realised something, he wasn’t at home he looked around familiarising himself with the surroundings noticing in the corner of the room a miniature set of the equipment Vinyl would use. Upon looking at that he knew where he was, he also knew he had a thumping headache the worst he had come across “oh Luna thou’s sweet nectar dost make me feel ill, oh but to what end dear lady?” Mic said before setting his hand on his forehead trying to ease the tension in his cranium. That was when he discovered he had no clothes on, it wasn’t uncommon of him to have no clothes on in bed but when it was someone else’s bed he tended to be more polite and have at least boxers on.

“Morning Miiiic” a sultry tone came from behind him he turned to find Vinyl Scratch clothed in just her bra and pants, to this he tried to put two and two together and came up with the best night he couldn’t remember “don’t worry we didn’t do what you think we did” which was now ruined, as Vinyl turned around giving Mic a quick peak at her curvy, yet fit figure “I’m heading into the shower, need in?”.

Mic snapped out of his trance “er nah you go on ahead” perfect now he can find his clothes, well the major part he needed was on the bedpost. He stood up to try and get his boxers as Vinyl came in to give some news she remembered.

“oh and by the way y-OH!” Mic slipped up his boxers before she had the chance to see him naked “ha-ha almost seen you…but aren’t you an attractive stallion?” Her sultry tone returned frankly turning Mic on, Vinyl then started to walk towards Mic swaying her hips making him notice everything about her body from her rather hefty chest to her wide hips which he assumed led to quite an ass “I’m sorry but when confronted with a topless stallion I have to take advantage” she planted her hands on Mic causing him to have flashbacks of the night before.

Mic’s mind returned to the bar the moment after the 3 shots of ‘apple extremes’. The now drunk Tenor Mic and tipsy Vinyl Scratch start laughing, Mic out of nervousness and Vinyl? Just because. After his fit of laughter Mic took a sigh and attempted to slur out a statement “I gotta thank you Vinyl, you’ve helped me get over getting booted out of Blind*hic*sided”.

“That’s ‘kay Mic you were getting stressed over the gig on the 5th and needed some sort of release…I’m just surprised you didn’t go for the other type of release”.

Mic raised an eyebrow as he swayed left and right due to his intoxicated brain “other release?”.

Vinyl couldn’t help but find his swaying rather amusing and so smiled “yeah I mean you’re an attractive stallion why not?”.

Mic’s mood U-turned as he said “Nopony wants neither me nor do they want an ex star so…” He swivelled his stool around to the bar once more before ordering another two shot of just apple vodka and slamming them down within seconds.

“HEY! Let me catch up!” Vinyl ordered 4 throwing them down at the same time before shivering as the translucent green liquid burned her throat still admiring how Mic intelligently spoke even as the devils nectar took over his brain, it was working faster than she intended and within the hour she was fully white filly wasted “whoa that was a bigger hit than I expected” she looked up and down Mic studying his physique, his core muscles were of top condition because of singing for the majority of his life, his arms were slightly built after playing bass for a previous band he’d wriggled his way into and as much as Vinyl hated to admit it he was hot.

Mic turned towards Vinyl and asked “what now? Wanna head to a rock club to see what real instruments sound like?”.

It was a rather cheeky remark coming from a pony whose job didn’t require an actual instrument but Vinyl smiled “hey I produce good music you shut your trap…I’m kidding but yeah I’d love to, where to?”

“My favourite place is ‘…and a hard place’ has a funny little title but has a good size stage” Vinyl stifled a laugh at the title before they both hopped out of their bar stools holding onto the bar for stability “you too?” Mic stated rhetorically. Vinyl asked for the barmaid to put everything on her tab.

Mic and Vinyl slumped out of the club Mic Clutching Vinyl’s shoulder Vinyl on Mic’s waist dependent on his body mass to keep her upright they made a strange sort of B-line for ‘…and a hard place’ and once they got to it they were greeted with a cheery smile resonating from their bouncer “Ahh Mic long time no see how’s Blindsided?”.

“I couldn’t tell you man” replied the white, black and blue pony. The place reeked of what Mic called ‘the smell of hard work and entertainment’ but really it was of leather jackets, sweat and blood. “And this is my usual watering hole, Hey Beardo 2 stout glass’ of whisky for Vinyl and myself” he did as asked and slid across two glasses half full of applejack’s standard of which Mic started sipping immediately. He and Vinyl found a seat in one of the booths just opposite that bar and sat down, Vinyl sitting right next to him, Mic didn’t seem to mind or notice.

“So what happens here? There’s just albums being played through the P.A system yet there’s a stage?” Vinyl couldn’t understand the reason before Mic started.

“Yeah this is just the intermission before another band comes in, I think it’s Kataponia tonight” Mic and Vinyl took another sip of their rather metal beverage.

“Speak of the devil” Vinyl said as she popped her head above the booth “what are they like?”.

“Oh they’re really good, give them a chance” As they set up for their set Mic walked out the booth holding a drunken hand out to Vinyl who accepted it and they both hopped down to a lower floor where the spectators would stand to view their favourite bands preform, that’s when Mic noticed there were no electric guitars or basses, just acoustics.

“Wait what? I thought you said this place was metal?”.

Mic replied with surprise in his voice “yeah it is but this must be an acoustic night” they both looked at eachother and shrugged before picking a spot to stand.

Kataponia hopped onstage as their singer announced “Hey guys we thought we would play tonight with acoustics as none of us are in the mood to swing our heads too much” Mic and Vinyl looked and smiled as the band played their first song called 'Lethean' before their singer announced the next song “Our next little diddy is called The Racing Heart, I want to see everybody slow dancing” Mic and Vinyl looked at each other nervously, knowing they would not be able to keep eachother standing however they looked past their better judgement and got into position to indeed, slow dance. As soon as the music started playing Mic seemed to keep himself steady, not enough to release him from the clutches of alcohol but steady none the less, Mic and Vinyl stood there slow dancing neither of them saying a word, two minutes of the song had passed and Vinyl took her chance she planted a kiss on Mic and at that moment their love sparked they were applauded by the surrounding fans and band. They parted their lips only for Vinyl to pull Mic out of the bar and towards Vinyl’s place.

It was there that Mic took control. Vinyl opened the door, pulled him in but Mic pushed her against a wall gripping her hips as he pushed his mouth against her luscious, tender lips. Vinyl accepted the kiss returning it as she slid her wet, alcohol soaked tongue into his open mouth, running her fingers through his mane and moaning into their act of shared appreciation. He separated their heads only to ask “you pulled me here, I guess you have to pull me to a guest room or something?”.

Vinyl recoiled and snarled “guest room!? No, my room” As the words left her saliva ridden mouth she pulled on Mic’s wrist, dragging him to her room. She pushed him onto her bed and commanded him “Stay there I’ll slip into something more comfortable” before Mic could object she was gone. Mic’s head wasn’t allowing him to stay conscious for the remainder of the night and so he passed out leaving Vinyl to sort him out. Basically stripping him of everything and sliding him into a better position which she didn’t mind at all it just meant she could get a full view of the stallion she was to have sex with in the morning.