Word of the rave orgy spread like wildfire, especially with the flier promising an unforgettable sight. It took most ponies quite some time to make it there given the streets were already an orgy and it was difficult to go more than a few blocks without getting dragged over or dragging someone over themselves solely out of the inability to hold it in any longer, but eventually many ponies made it to the party. Everyone who didn't know about the library rumours was surprised to find something other than a Pinkie Pie orgy.

Instead, the promised entertainment was something unpredictable entirely, though certainly unforgettable. Professional, classically-trained, staid Octavia was strapped to a giant speaker, being given a crash course in modern music by Vinyl Scratch. With the bass cranked way up, the dubstep the DJ pony played vibrated through the violinist's body, leaving her moaning and writhing against the tight bindings keeping her spread eagle for the party to see, pussy lips spread apart and leaking down steadily. As reluctant as she was to accept the offer, she had gone through three orgasms so far and wouldn't stop leaking, and had come around on the matter.

On the dance floor, the just-short-of-sexual writhing that usually constituted dancing at a rave had been forsaken in the name of pure orgiastic madness, the pollen-induced lust keeping everyone happy and fucking as strobe lights ran across their colourful bodies and the throbbing beat of music set the pace for them to fuck.

The Cutie Mark Crusaders had finally met up and were eager to stick together, ending up daisy chaining when they didn't have a random fourth they could pleasure in tandem, the three fillies all eager to please someone together. When they arrived they were certainly alone, leading to them ending up on the floor, Scootaloo eating out Apple Bloom who ate out Sweetie Belle who ate out Scootaloo. All three fillies had a potent amount of cum in their pussies when three colts decided to take up their wiggling flanks as they all lapped at their teacher's flank in unison, and they were more than glad to clean each other out.

At least until they met up with Rumble. The colt surprised them by being rather well endowed for a boy his age, and they wanted nothing more than to give their classmate some loving together. Assuming their positions, they got started on the colt, the girls slapping hooves together as they set out to give yet another resident of Ponyville the Cutie Mark Crusaders Harem Experience.

Sweetie Belle took his cock into her mouth, arguably the least embarrassing role; she wasn't Rarity, after all. Her muzzle closed tightly around it and she bobbed her head quickly, the colt already blushing and squirming before the others were in position! Apple Bloom took his balls, lapping at her with her big, wet tongue and smearing saliva all over them. They weren't big; in fact, they were the smallest pair she'd slobbered on all day, but she didn't care too much about size. Her brother was likely the biggest, but he'd yet to have his way with her, and she knew better than to start up at unreasonable expectations for every boy. Then there was Scootaloo, feeling the most adventurous of the group, going right for the rimjob, something she'd overheard Rainbow Dash mention in the past, and of course she wanted to be just like her!

They worked in tandem, a wonderful pace that was set by the aching dubstep rhythm, rapid and building louder into something great. Their sense of timing was impeccable, the three fillies so accustomed to being together that they settled quickly into a speed and pattern that they all followed to the letter without even trying, and the result was more than Rumble thought he'd be able to handle for very long.

“Ponyville!” Vinyl Scratch screamed into the microphone. “Are you having fun?” Her voice tipped up higher as she moaned, Nurse Redheart down behind the control panel, eating her out hungrily. She loved being so close to the speakers, the vibrations at their most powerful up at the DJ booth, shaking her to the core and making her pussy drip. Slobbering all over Vinyl Scratch's flank kept her in that position, keeping the DJ happy. “Because get ready, this shit's about to drop!”

Octavia screamed as the drop hit, shaking every fibre of her being as another intense orgasm came, her pussy gushing forward and sprinkling quim down on the orgygoers who'd taken places in front of the speaker she was bound to. Her eyes rolled back and her tongue lolled out as she was fucked silly by vibrations, given a clear lesson in just how much sexier “modern” music was, ending an argument with the DJ that she was fairly certain would lead to much more merciless loss conditions than she was already subjected to.

In the bathroom stalls, Rarity's intense desire for humiliation only worsened as she sat in front of a glory hole, panting and clopping impatiently as she awaited a cock pushed through the hole for her to suck. Her jaw still hurt a little from being used by Trixie, and in fact she'd missed a few strands of cum that lingered in her perfect mane, but she couldn't help but chase more of this strange thrill. Spending her whole life proper had left her with a strange love for being left helpless and degraded.

Carrot Cake slipped into next stall over, hoping to get away from the loud music. Raves were not really his thing, but he was dragged there by his wife so that they could watch each other fuck random people on the dance floor. He hoped some time in the bathroom, where the music was muted and dulled out, would help him relax and get himself back together before his wife noticed anything; she'd kind of pulled a gangbang over to herself, so she probably wouldn't even be paying attention.

He had only just sat down and sighed, relaxing his weary legs, when he noticed a hole in the side of the stall, and below the muted music could hear the sound of someone clopping quite furiously. Various insulting words were written in marker around the hole, urging him to stick his cock in and denigrating whoever was on the other side of it. It left him curious, and focusing further on the moans certainly got his cock rigid again, so he got up onto his hind legs and eased his cock through the hole.

Rarity nearly came as the thick member pushed through into her stall, thick precum oozing down from the tip. She leaned forward and took it hungrily into her mouth, forehooves rubbing along what she didn't manage to fit in; no matter how hungry for cock she was, she wanted to take it easy after her treatment at the hands of Trixie. Her head bobbed steadily, focusing on the forehalf of the exposed shaft while her hooves worked the other half over steadily. She was rewarded with plenty of oddly sweet precum, which mingled with all the saliva the lust-addled, crazed mare was producing to leak out the sides of her muzzle.

She felt filthy and degraded, the seclusion and anonymity of the glory hole even worse than being publicly facefucked as part of a stage show! She wasn't even rubbing her mound anymore, but she continued to drip, pussy throbbing as the mere indulgence of whatever streak had come over her pushed her nearer to a messy release. Not helping matters was the married baker on the other side, who really got into it, calling her a whorse over the stall. She wasn't a whorse. W-was she?

Photo Finish had set up cameras all over the rave to capture the writing orgy, and though she refused to join for the sanctity of the shoot and the influence of an artist to be contained in what she chose to capture rather than molding it with her own involvement, she made no attempt to hide the way she rubbed against the tripod of her cameras, moaning as the cold metal provided a bizarre, amazing sensation on her soaking moud. “Vunderbar!” she moaned, rapidly snapping pictures as she came messily all over the tripod. The flashes barely even registered with the rave goers amidst all the lights running along their bodies.

As the afternoon drew onward, Ponyville showed no signs of stopping, let alone slowing down, and the only mare with the ability to stop it certainly had her hooves full.

Author's Note

Whoo, double update! The Photo Finish bit in there was requested.
Next chapter, we return to Twilight.