You stood in your doorway, mouth slightly ajar at what had just transpired. You raised your left hand and slowly place it against the frame.

“Uh, what?” you said to yourself.

You shook your head slightly and adopted a slight smile without realizing it as you turned and closed the door. You sat back down on the simple brown leather couch with the grin still on your face. You felt light for some reason, as if a weight had been lifted. You couldn't place the feeling.

Two hours and some rare happy thoughts later, you got off your perch on the couch. You grabbed your sunglasses off the coffee table and made your way to the door and stepped out into the early twilight. Without any particular destination in mind, you made your way into town.

Ponyville seemed peaceful at night, almost eerily so. The sound of child's laughter was gone, the cries of the vendors as well. What daylight had illuminated before was now bathed in the dim glow of the streetlamps. You saw the occasional pony milling about but mainly the town seemed deserted.

As the wind blew in from your left, you heard the soft sound of music playing. You slowly turned and started headed toward it. The music got louder with every step you took. After walking for close to five minutes, the sound was near deafening. You saw a huge building with green and purple lights flash about in no discernible pattern. A fairly huge line was gathered around the front. You walked to the back and stood, shifting you weight slightly from one foot to the other.

The unicorn mare in front of you turned around and faced you. The first thing you noticed was the blasphemous tube top she was wearing, concealing a perfect pair of love mounds. The next thing was that her fur was teal colored.

“Hey, bud, what's up?” the mare asked, her voice a bit tomboyish.

Feeling slightly bolder due to your sunglasses, you reluctantly tore your vision away from her eye magnets. She had stunningly golden eyes. Her mane was the same color as her fur, but with a white stripe down the middle. “Oh, h-hey,” you tried to adopt a nonchalant pose. “Oh, you know, just chillin'. Waiting to get in. Uh, do you know who's playing?”

Her eyes widened, then she started laughing. “Oh, you don't know(you better call somebody)? You're not from around here are you?”

You smiled awkwardly. “Yeah, I just moved in yesterday.”

“Ah, I see. Well, you've probably heard of her. She's famous from here to Canterlot. She goes by the name DJ Pon-3 on stage, but all her friends know her as Vinyl Scratch.”

“Oh, so this is the Horn and Scepter. Vinyl told me she was playing.”

The mare looked shocked. “You've met her?”

“Oh, yeah. She's my next door neighbor. She said she was the local DJ. I had no idea she was the famous DJ Pon-3.”

Any further conversation was cut short by the doorstallion asking for the mares name, which was Lyra Heartstrings. She turned back to you and gave you a wink. “See you inside bud.”

You walked up to the doorstallion with a goofy grin on your face.

“Name?” he asked in a gruff voice. You told him. “You're on the V.I.P. List. Go on in, sir. Drinks are on the house.”

Your eyes widened behind your sunglasses. “Thank you, sir.”

The burly stallion smiles for the first time. “Don't thank me, thank Vinyl, she calls the shots. Hehe, literally.” He motioned for you to give him your hand and he stamped it. “Show that to the bartender.

You walked by him and gave him a light pat on the arm. As you walked through the doors, you were immediately assaulted by a wall of music. Green and purple lights matching the ones outside were flashing erratically, still no pattern to be found. Vinyl Scratch was up on the raised stage, standing behind her turntable. She wore a black bikini top, denim shorts that looked like they had once been considerably longer, and her purple shades. In short, she looked damn sexy.

With great effort you turned away from Vinyl and survey the room. To your right was a seething mass of bodies, to your left was the bar, right in front of you was the mare you were looking for, Lyra.

You grinned again and sauntered over to the voluptuous beauty.

She smiled seductively back, “Hey, you.”

“Hey,” you replied, somewhat breathlessly. “Uh, can I get you a drink?”

She laughed slightly. “I was just about to ask you the same thing.”

You stuck your tongue out playfully. “Well I asked you in first.”

She laughed again, a beautiful, lilting sound. “That you did. I'll accept.”

You extended you arm. She laughed as she took it, and you led her to the bar.

“I'll have a Manehatten and whatever the lady wants,” you looked to Lyra.

“Long Island iced tea please.”

“Coming right up,” the mare behind the bar said. When she brought the drinks to you, you showed her the the stamp on your hand, and she smiled and nodded.

Lyra raised an eyebrow at you. “V.I.P. Huh. How'd you get that? Vinyl rarely hands out free drinks.”

You shrugged. “I don't know. She asked me to come, so I guess that could be it.”

“Probably.”

You finished your drinks, and she grabbed your hand and led you onto the dance floor.

You stopped as you stepped on the floor. “Lyra, I don't know how to dance.”

She smiled sweetly at you. “That's okay. Just follow my lead.” She grabbed your hand again and pulled you deeper into the crowd. When you were in the middle, she stopped and pulled you into her back, her flank pressed right up against your crotch. She started swaying her hips back and forth, causing you to feel slight tension in your groin. She grabbed your other hand and placed both on her hips. She pushed them down to her upper thighs, then slid them slowly up her body until your fingertips were brushing the bottoms of her breasts. She placed you hands back on her hips before turning around to face you, and sultry smile gracing her lips. She draped her arms over your shoulders and leaned in for a kiss.

You two stood in the center of the dance floor for a good minute, making out, before Lyra breathlessly broke the kiss. She smiled again. “So, uh, what do you say we head back to my place.”

Your mouth dropped to the floor. “S-sure, thing.”

The two of you left the Horn and Scepter, arm in arm, and walked back toward town. Lyra rested her head on you shoulder as she led you through the streets of Ponyville and to an apartment building.

Lyra led you up the stairs to room 217. She pulled the key out of her shorts pocket and unlocked the door before walking in. She motioned for you to come in behind her. You followed her into a room with a queen sized bed. She turned toward you, her hand on the zipper of her tube top. She slowly pulled it down, letting the garment fall to the floor, baring her chest to the room.

Her nipples were a darker green than her fur and sticking up, whether from arousal or cold you didn't know, though, judging from the situation, you hoped the former. They had a slight sag in them due to their volume. In all, perfect.

Lyra's constant smile turned into a huge grin. “You like what you see?”

All you could do was silently nod.

Author's Note

Ugh. Sorry this took so long guys. I've been really busy lately with work. Please don't hate me. I hope yall enjoyed the chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. It felt nice to write again. Hope you like the little cliffhanger I gave.
Love,

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