Spike's Odd Jobs

A month had gone by since Spike started his business and his business was quickly booming. Spike started receiving orders for his services within the first few days, mainly in Ponyville, but the young dragon certainly wasn’t complaining and neither were his employers. They loved his work and they certainly told their friends or anypony else in need of some extra hands. But despite his side jobs, Spike kept his promise to Twilight and kept up with his work with her and the Library. Twilight was very impressed, she didn’t believe Spike could work so well under such conditions, but he clearly proved her wrong and was very happy his business was such a success.

It was early in the morning and Spike had just finished mopping the floors of the library when Twilight had sauntered out of her bed room in her lavender plaid pajamas, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “Rise and shine, sleepyhead.” Spike said happily.

“That’s weird, normally I’m the one telling you that,” Twilight said as she finally reached the bottom of the stairs. “What are you doing up so early?”

“Nothing,” Spike said with a shrug of his shoulders. “I just woke up a little early and couldn’t get back to sleep so I decided to get a head start on my chores.”

“Hm, getting up early? Doing chores before breakfast? Who are you and what have you done with Spike?” The Unicorn said with a smirk and raised eyebrow.

“Haha, you don’t call me your number one assistant for nothing,” He said putting his cleaning supplies to the side. “C’mon, I got breakfast ready and I’m hungry.” The two walked off into the kitchen to have their meal.

Elsewhere, out in an apartment in Canterlot, a white unicorn mare with a cobalt blue mane with cyan stripes slept soundly in her bed. “tch . . . yl Scratch,” A dull voice sounded in her mind, rousing her from her slumber. “Vinyl Scratch, wake up this instance!”

The white unicorn’s cerise eyes widened in shock as she instantly shot up right in bed. “Wha, what’s happening!?” She said in a panic looking around.

Her eyes instantly looked over the side of her bed and found a light gray earth pony mare looking down at her with a less than happy expression. The mare had slender arms and elegant legs, a relatively ample chest and slender hips, her eyes were a beautiful mulberry and her mane was a slightly darker gray coat. She wore a white dress shirt with a pink bow tie underneath a grey vest with a matching long dress skirt. “Vinyl, we need to talk.” The gray mare told her. The white unicorn’s worry quickly changed to annoyance as she fell back, plopping her head against her pillow.

“Whatever it is, Tavi, can’t it wait till later?” Vinyl groaned.

“No, it can’t, now get up,” Octavia said as she stormed out of her friends room.

Vinyl groaned even louder as she forced herself up again and got out of bed. She dragged her hooves against the floor toward her door, her eyes still shut, not wanting to open them and just go back to sleep. She continued to drudge out of her room, but the second her hoof breached the threshold of her doorway, she felt her hoof slam into something. Her eyes widened in pain as she lifted her hoof up and yelped, “Ouch, what was that?”

“Look around you,” Octavia told her. Vinyl looked around at their apartment living room. The room was very spacious with a couple of couches in the center with a coffee table in the middle. There was a stereo system in the corner stacked with records and CD’s belonging to both girls. On the right half of the room was the adjoined kitchen/dining room with a small light fixture above the table; although that’s not what Octavia wanted her to see. The room was littered with trash, clothes, dirt and dust.

“Vinyl, I told you I would be practicing late this week and that I’d need you to keep up with the house cleaning, now look at this place. It’s a pig sty!” Octavia told her in an upset tone.

“I know, I’m sorry, but I got my own gig to work this week too, I’ve been trying to put together this new mix, but I’ve got a block and it’s buggin’ me.”

“And you’ve been lounging about trying to break it,” the gray mare said with her arms crossed.

“How’d you know?”

“I know you,” Octavia answered simply. “Vinyl, you promised me you’d do this, I can’t stay home to clean up after you.”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry,” Vinyl said as she ran her hand through her mane. “But I’m really close, just let me finish my latest set and I’ll clean the place up, I promise,”

“No, you’re a procrastinator, Vinyl,”

“I am not,”

“Yes, you are, you put things like this off till the last minute, that’s how I’m sure this whole mess started in the first place.” Octavia told her.

Vinyl’s eyes looked away, remembering that this mess started from her simply eating her lunch on the coffee table then leaving it there. “Okay, you may have point.” She admitted.

“Look, I have to go or I’m going to be late for practice,” Octavia said as she walked toward the door where her Cello case was sitting. “I’ll be home late tonight, but by the time I get home, this place had better be spotless, do you understand?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Vinyl said in a shameful tone as she lowered her head.

“Good, see you tonight,” And with that said, the cellist grabbed her instrument and left through the door.

Vinyl sighed heavily as she looked around her. Cleaning up the whole apartment would take her all day and she didn’t have the time. Her latest gig was tomorrow night and she hadn’t finished putting together her new mix she was going to debut at the club. Her day had just started and already she was feeling stressful. She quickly turned around and headed toward the bathroom to freshen up. She couldn’t clean the house unless she was clean herself.

She waltzed into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She then tossed off her nightgown and looked herself over in the mirror. Her figure was slender and thin, her chest was on the small side, but still perky and supple all the same, while her wide hips and butt was something she knew turned a few heads. When the water was nice and hot, she stepped in and did her usual morning routine.

When she was finished, exited the bathroom and dressed up in her usual home attire of a white t-shirt and jeans and went back into the garbage pit she called the living room. She wasn’t even sure where to start, but she guessed getting a few garbage bags would be a good a place as any. She went into the kitchen and pulled a couple out from the cupboard under the sink and as she opened the bag up and was about to start, when her eyes caught sight of something on the counter. It was sitting atop a stack of mail she had been meaning to sort out; it was a flyer. She picked it up and saw it was a flyer for some kind of Odd jobs business. Spike’s Odd Jobs, huh? Maybe this is what I need. She thought to herself.

She turned the flyer over and saw a request sheet to fill out. She immediately started looking for a quill and ink which was like looking for a needle in a garbage stack. When she couldn’t find them, she knew one place she’d find them. Octavia’s room. She practically flew into the room and quickly acquired what she needed and started filling out the form. It was pretty simple. Name, address, job request, payment and a time to be finished by (if required).

When Vinyl finished filling out the form and looked it over to make sure everything was in order. “Okay, that’s done,” she said looking over the instructions for sending the request. “Send, via magic and wait for response. Response should be sent in less than five minutes.” She read aloud.

With everything finished, Vinyl focused her cyan color magic into her horn and encased it around the request form. In a bright flash, the request vanished in a swirl of magic and disappeared. “Now, we play the waiting game,” She muttered to herself as she looked over the mess in the living room, praying to Celestia that somepony would come.

At the same time, back in Ponyville, Spike and Twilight had finished breakfast. Spike was doing the dishes, while Twilight went over her day’s itinerary. “So, what’s on tap for today?” He asked, looking over his shoulder at her.

“Not much, just a few experiments and fine tuning a few spells, nothing big.” Twilight said as she went over her schedule.

“So, I’ll finish up here, then we can get-” Spike was cut off when a familiar feeling rose in his stomach.

“Spike,” Twilight said with a raised brow, but stopped when Spike cheeks puffed up and he belched a puff of green flames. The flames swirled until a piece of parchment appeared before him.

Spike grabbed it and looked it over. “Is it a letter from the Princess,” Twilight asked as she stood up.

“No, it’s for me,” He said simply. He quickly dried his hands off with on his apron and looked the new request sheet over. His eyes quickly widened in shock. “Sweet Celestia of Equestria, I don’t believe it!”

“What? What is it?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I just got a job request from DJ Pon-3. The DJ Pon-3, Vinyl Scratch!” Spike said happily.

“You mean that DJ you’re always listening to?”

“Yeah, she actually sent me a request form.” Spike said, ecstatically.

“For what?”

“Apparently . . .,” He said looking over the form. “She needs me to clean her apartment.”

“Really, that’s it,” Twilight said in a completely unimpressed tone. “You do that here?”

“Yeah, but you’re not a famous DJ,” He pointed out.

“Oh no, I’m not a famous DJ, just the protégé of Princess Celestia, your mother, I might add.” She said with heavy sarcasm.

“Twilight, please, this isn’t a competition,” He said with an equal amount of sarcasm. “I gotta get back to this, unless, you need me here.”

“No, go about your business, I could use the peace and quiet,” she said, waving him off as she sat back down at the table.

Spike headed off to his bedroom and went to his desk, grabbing his ink and quill and started his reply message. When it was finished, Spike sent it, via Dragon fire and went about gathering his needed supplies. When he had everything he headed back upstairs and stood in the middle of the Library. “Twilight, I’m heading out,” He shouted to her.

“Alright, have fun with your DJ,” She said dismissively. He ignored her and prepared for his departure. Over the years, Spike always wondered about his fire, how he could teleport parchment from himself to the Princess and vice versa. He mainly wondered if he could ever teleport other objects as well. He tried it a couple of times and it worked, except it was all sent to the Princess and only her. He couldn’t teleport objects to other places, so he asked Celestia herself and she explained that his form a teleportation requires an anchor or a fixed point to teleport something and this fixed point is determines by what she called a Mana frequency. He barely understood most of her magical jargon, but in simple terms, it was a magical radio signal that his flames followed, allowing him to send parchment from point A (him) to point B (her).

So he learned to incorporate this into his business. It was hard for Earth and Pegasus ponies, but Twilight helped him fix that by enchanting the parchment; but when the parchment was sent by magic by a unicorn or simply burned, it created a Mana frequency from the user to Spike, allowing him to send the messages back to the employer, which also allowed him to send, himself.

Spike held his supplies close to him; he then took a deep breath and bent his head down as he unleashed a torrent of flames around himself. The flames instantly engulfed him and his supplies and then in an instance he was gone in a swirl of smoke. Twilight then walked into the room with her schedule in hand and looked to see a giant scorch mark on the floor. “He’s cleaning that up when he gets back.” She said as she walked past it and started her day.

At the same time, back at Vinyl and Octavia apartment, Vinyl paced around waiting for the response to come through. “C’mon, dammit, how long does it-” She groaned until she saw a swirl of smoke appear overhead as a piece of parchment materialized.

She frantically caught it in surprise and quickly looked it over. “Your request has been accepted. Please place response on the floor and step back.” She read aloud. Vinyl did as the note said and placed it on the floor and backed away. A short moment later, a giant puff of smoke appeared as Spike and his supplies materialized over the note. Vinyl’s widened in shock as she practically jumped back. “Whoa, who are you?” She asked with a raised brow.

“Hi, I’m Spike of Spike’s Odd Jobs, where no job is too odd,” He said with a professional smile.

“So, you’re the cleaner,” she said, finally calming herself down. “Sorry, I wasn’t expecting-”

“A Dragon, yeah, I get that a lot.” He chuckled.

“I guess I should introduce myself, I’m-”

“Vinyl Scratch or DJ Pon-3,” He interrupted again. “I know, I’m a big fan of your music.”

“Thanks, always nice to meet a fan,” She said with a smile.

“So, according to your request form, you need a house cleaner for the day?” He asked as he looked around at the garbage pit around him. “Must have been some wild party if this is the aftermath.”

“No, sadly, this is all me,” She said, looking around too as she scratched her head. “I’ve been busy working on a new mix for a gig tomorrow night and my roommate has been busy with her own thing late into the nights. She asked me to keep up with this cleaning, but I kept putting it off until . . . well, you can see for yourself.”

“Ah, I see, well, no worries; I can have this place cleaned up in no time. Leave it to me.” He said with a reassuring toothy grin as he puffed his chest out with pride.

“Alright, big guy, have at it. I’ll be in the back working if you need me.” Vinyl smiled at him as she patted his shoulder. Spike turned to watch her walk off, her hips swaying with a little something extra as she disappeared into a room down the hall.

“Well, time to get started.”

Four Hours later

Vinyl lounged around in her studio trying to put her new mix together and it wasn’t easy. Every new set she put up didn’t synch up the way she liked it and it was killing her. She had blocks like this before, but nothing like this. “Grr, dammit all to Tartarus, why can’t I get this,” She groaned as she slumped over her sound board. She turned it off and removed her headphones. “I’m getting nowhere, fast. Maybe I should take a break. Actually,” She pondered as she stood up. “That Dragon has been awfully quiet. I wonder how he’s doing?” She said as she walked toward the door.

When she opened it and walked out into the hallway, she found it was completely quiet. Long before she reached the living room, her nose as assaulted with the fresh smell of lavender. When she reached the room her eyes widened in shock and her jaw went slack at the sight before her. The room was completely cleared of all debris, clutter and garbage.The couch was cleaned, the floor and tables dusted, counters and dishes scrubbed. Everything was clean. “Un. Freakin. Believable!” She chuckled to herself as she looked around with a smile slowly growing on her face. “He did all this is four hours? What kind of Dragon is he?”

A second later, she heard the door opening. She looked to see Spike step in, his chest bare, showing her his toned muscular frame. “Hey, I just got finished taking out the last of the trash,” he said as he walked in. “Sorry, about loosin’ the shirt, it got pretty messy real fast, I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, not at all, if I knew you offered that kind of service I’d have asked for it,” She said with a sultry smile as she walked into the kitchen to inspect the rest of his work.

Spike tried to fight the light blush that started rising in his cheeks. “Seriously, this is awesome and even more so, you did this by yourself,” she said as she looked at him with a raised brow.

“What can I say, I’ve spent years picking up after a certain mare,” He said with a shrug.

“In any case, wait here,” She said as she ran off. She returned a moment later with a coin purse in hand. She pulled out the promised amount of payment and handed it to him. “Here you go and thanks for everything, you really saved my flank.”

“No problem, really, it’s my job,” He said as he took his payment and put it in his pocket. “So, anything else you might need while I’m here?”

“Not really, not unless you know how to spin a mix,” she said sarcastically with a chuckle until she saw Spike give a shrug. “Do you?”

“Well, I’m no disk jockey, but I’ve done a few gigs for my friend Pinkie and from what I’ve heard, I’m pretty good. Maybe a fresh perspective can help.” He suggested.

“I guess that could help,” She said thoughtfully, “this way.”

Vinyl lead Spike toward the back until they walking into a room filled with speakers of various sizes against the right and left walls and Sound board in between. “Cool, you got this whole room to yourself to put your music together?” Spike asked.

“Yeah, I have to put a sound proof spell on the walls when my roommate is home and she likes practicing out in the living room anyway, so, I can’t complain,” Vinyl said as she took a seat at her sound board and grabbed her headphone. “Here, listen and tell me what you think.” She said as she passed him her headphones.

Spike took the headphone and put them on, while Vinyl got her latest track going. Spike closed his eyes and listened as the beat started. Almost immediate Spike started banging his head to the beat with a smile on his face. “Alright, not bad so far,” He told her.

“Okay, here comes the mix,” She told him as she readied her hands on the board.

Having listened to it so many times, she didn’t need to hear the beat to know when to mix the next beat in and when it finally came, she started messing with the dials and knobs, throwing in the new beats. Spike’s eyes shot open in confusion as he listened and shortly after removed the headphones. “Ooooookay, that’s little off.” He told her with a raised brow.

“I know, I know,” She groaned as flopped back in her seat in aggravation. “I just can’t figure it out.”

“Hm, may I?” He asked, gesturing to the sound board.

“By all means,” Vinyl said as she got up from her seat. Spike sat down and put the headphones back on and went to work on the sound board. Vinyl watched with rapt attention as Spike played with the many dials and nobs in front of him. After a few minutes, Spike pulled the headphones off and handed them to Vinyl. “Here, I think I got something,”

Vinyl took the headphones and secured them to her head and nodded, giving Spike the okay to start. Spike started the track and Vinyl listened intently as she did the other hundreds of times she played it. When the time to meld the new track came, Spike began playing with the sound board. When the new track hit Vinyl’s ears, the Disc Jockey, couldn’t help the grin that grew on her face and her head started bobbing to the new beat.

She continued to listen as Spike let the track play out, melding in new tracks as it went. Vinyl closed her eyes and found her body being hypnotized, being led by the music as her body began to dance in time with the beat. Spike watched her, his face going red as her slender frame and voluptuous hips swayed to the beat. While Vinyl found the new track hypnotizing, Spike found her body held the same power since he couldn’t take his eyes from it.

Lucky for him, the track quickly reached its end, allowing him to pull his attention back to the sound board as Vinyl stopped dancing and pulled the headphones off. “Hot damn, that was incredible! That was awesome!” She said ecstatically.

“It was n-” Spike’s sentence was quickly cut off as Vinyl took his head in her hands and clasped her lips against his kiss. Spike’s eyes widened in shock before the DJ pulled her back with a wide smile on her face. “Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou so much,” She said as she wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug, pressing her body against his.

“R-Really, it’s no problem,” Spike said, his face, blushing red as he felt her supple breasts against his bare chest.

“Like Tartarus it’s not,” She said as she pulled herself from him. “How much do you want?”

“What?” He asked with a raised brow.

“How much? I have to pay you for your help,” She told him, her resolve to pay him back burning in her eyes.

“No, really, it’s no problem,” He assured her with a chuckle.

“No, no, no, I have to pay you back,” She told him adamantly. “I’ve been trying to figure this track out all week and got nothing, then you come along and fix the whole thing. That mix was phenomenal! I need to pay you back for this.”

A thought then clicked in her head. “Wait right here,” She said as she ran toward the door and disappeared into the apartment. She soon returned and handed him a small business card that read “The Beat Box”. “My gig is at that club here in Canterlot. Be there at eight.” She told him.

“Really? No foolin’?” Spike asked happily.

“You said you were a fan right? What better way to repay you than to get you into my show?” She said with a cheerful smile.

“Thanks,”

“No prob,” She assured him.

The two headed off into the living room where Spike left his cleaning supplies. After gathering everything, Vinyl stood at the front door, holding it open for Spike as he walked through. “Seriously, thank you for . . . everything. You really are something else.”

“Thanks, years of practice,” He chuckled as he scratched his head. “So, see you tomorrow night?”

“It’s a date,” She said with a smile as she closed the door, “Bye.”

“Bye,” Spike said as he turned to walk away, but before he took a step, something clicked in his head, halting him. “Wait, what?”

Spike quickly shrugged off the confusion before he took a deep breath and spat torrent of fire at his feet, teleporting himself home. Back inside Vinyl’s apartment, the young DJ watched through the door’s peephole as Spike disappeared in a pillar of green flames. “Hm, he’s definitely a cutie, I’ll give him that,” She said pulling herself from the door. “I think you and I can have some real fun tomorrow night, Spike. I hope you’re up for it.”

With that said, Vinyl headed off into the living room to do something she’d been dying to do all day, relax.

Back at Golden Oaks Library

Back at the library, Spike had returned home in a maw of green flames, feeling pretty good about himself. Not only did he get to meet his favorite DJ, but he also helped her put together a new mix and got invited to her latest gig. “Hahaha, tomorrow night is gonna be awesome.”

“What’s gonna be awesome?” Asked a familiar bubbly voice from beside him. Spike screamed in shock and fear as he jumped back away, grabbing his chest, trying to keep his heart from jumping out of it. He turned to see a pink earth pony mare with blue eyes, a well ample chest that flowed down her curvy body to nice set of hips and arms and legs that were nice, slender and lithe. Her most noticeable features were her puffy pink cotton candy mane and her wide trademark smile. She wore a white shirt with blue polka dots that showed a good amount of cleavage with a short blue skirt that just barely showed off the pink panties she wore underneath. “Dammit, Pinkie, you almost gave a heart attack.”

“Me? You almost gave me a heart attack, showing up all ‘puff’ and ’woosh’ in bunch of green flames.” She told him, flailing her arms around for dramatic effect.

“Right, sorry,” He apologized before shaking his head. “Wait, what you doing here? Where’s Twilight?”

“Oh, she just stepped out a while ago, something about running out of parchment and ink. I came over to borrow a cooking book to look up some new recipes to try out.” She answered as she slowly walked behind him. “Actually, now that you’re here it’s even better.”

“Why’s that?” He asked.

“Because,” Pinkie said as she stopped behind him and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her chest against him. “Twi’s gone, we got the place to ourselves and I’m in the mood for one of my favorite deserts.”

“What’s that?”

“A Pinkie Cream Pie,” She whispered into his ear. A toothy grin stretched to the corner of Spike’s face as he snorted a puff of green flames from his nostrils. “I’ll take that as a yes then?”

“You know I love to cook with you,” He told her.

“Me too,” She giggled as she kissed his cheek. “So, where do you feel like ‘cooking’?”

“I figured the kitchen would be a good place to start. Then maybe afterward, we could hit the shower. You know how messing cooking can get.”

“I love the way you think,” She said as she grabbed his hand and lead him toward the kitchen. “C’mon, let’s get cooking.”

The day went on per usual. Spike and Pinkie had their little fun, took a shower and had a little more fun as promised. Luckily they finished up just as Twilight returned; even more so since Pinkie pulled her non-magic ‘vanishing act’, so she wouldn’t be caught. After he finished cleaning himself up, Spike raced downstairs to tell Twilight the good news. While she was happy for him, Twilight was also a little apprehensive to let the young Drake go to a club so late at night. It took quite some convincing, if not begging to get Twilight to let him go, but he eventually got the okay. Spike never usually asked for much and this was a gift from his favorite DJ. Where was the harm?

The next day

Spike woke up excited and energized, ready for the night he was going to have. He did his chores, ran his errands all by noon. The rest of the day he spent getting ready for his night at Vinyl’s gig. Normally he wasn’t the kind to fuss over such trivial things like attire, well, except for whenever he accompanied Rarity to one of her social events, but this was a special gift from his favorite DJ; he had to look presentable.

After many hours putting his outfit together, Spike spent some time wondering what the club would be like. While Spike was of legal age to go clubbing, he rarely ever went to any, mainly because Twilight wouldn’t let him, but every once in a while, he’d get invited out with Applejack and Rainbow so long as he kept it from Twilight, which he most certainly did.

He walked over to his bed and fell back onto it and started to relax. He could already hear the music pounding in his head. He closed his eyes, stomping his foot to the invisible beat. The beat continued, but soon something new came to mind, Vinyl Scratch. In his mind he envisioned her dancing form once again; her slender frame, her voluptuous hips, her supple breasts. “Spike,” called Twilight.

Spike immediately sat up in his bed as Twilight called, “Spike, c’mere, I need your help.”

Having been pulled from his daydream, Spike headed on upstairs to help Twilight; the rest of the day passed by rather quickly. After helping Twilight with one of her magical experiments for a few hours, dinner time rolled by. He quickly fixed their meal and when he was finished, he cleaned the dishes and headed downstairs to get ready. When he finished up, he headed back upstairs to find Twilight reading on the living room couch.

“I’m headin’ out, Twi,” He said, walking toward the front door. “Don’t wait up.”

“Alright, have fun,” Twi said, refusing to pull her nose from her book. “And don’t go crazy, those clubs can be a tough scene.”

“I’ll take your word for it.” He said with subtle sarcasm, which Twilight didn’t seem to pick up on. “Later.”

Spike opened the door and headed out into the dark streets of Ponyville. When he got clear of the Library, Spike spread his wings and with a powerful beat of his muscles, he took off in the night sky. While Spike was no Rainbow Dash, he did have the good grace to be taught by her, so making a flight to Canterlot wouldn’t take long, about a half hour, forty minutes tops. Either way, he’d make it just in time to make the gig.

Spike put some ‘umph’ in his wings, flying as fast as he could. In twenty minutes time, he could see the Equestrian capital, Canterlot in the distance. Ten minutes later, Spike made it into the city, but didn’t touch down just yet. He stayed airborne, scoping the ground for the club. Despite Canterlot’s reputation for being full of high end snobs, at night it was pretty lively.

Spike continued to glide about the skies, until his ears picked up the distinct sound of thumping basses. He followed the sounds and as he got closer, it was if the air itself was shaking. He finally dove down as he spotted it. It was a large rectangular building with the name in neon light, flashing above it but the ‘B’s’ in the title were plastered on big stereos.

There was a whole line of ponies reaching toward the end of the street and even around the corner from there. When Spike landed he couldn’t help but let out a whistle in astonishment. “Damn, Vinyl really knows how to bring in a crowd.” He muttered to himself.

Spike walked up to the entrance were a massive wall of burly stallion stood, blocking the entry way. The gruff bouncer looked Spike over with a raised brow. “Name?” He asked as he pulled up a clipboard.

“Spike,” The young drake answered calmly, trying not to feel intimidated.

The bouncer quickly looked over the list on his clipboard before he gave an approving nod. “Spike, alright, you’re on the VIP list from Vinyl Scratch. Here,” The bouncer said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a card on a strap and handed it to Spike, “a backstage pass.”

“Wow, cool,” Spike said as he draped the pass around his neck. The bouncer opened the door and Spike eardrums were assaulted with music and bright flashing lights. He had to shake his head to brush off some of the ringing in his ear before he walked inside.

Spike slowly walked in as the music boomed from just about every angle. It was so loud it felt like his insides were vibrating and he definitely like it. He looked around and saw an ocean of ponies dancing and drinking the night away. To his right in the wall was a full open bar. On both walls were rows of table booths and the whole center of the room was a dance floor tiled with multicolored lights constantly changing under the dancers hooves.

And finally on the back wall, high above the dance floor was a booth where the mare of the hour, Vinyl Scratch stood surrounded by stereos and her mix table. She wore her signature shades, a black crop top with a pair of jean short shorts, a pair of fingerless gloves and a pair of navy and light blue knee socks. The young DJ was bobbing her head and swaying side to side to the tune of her own beat every pony on the dance floor as well.

Spike checked around and spotted a door on the back wall under Vinyl’s booth where a single bouncer stood guard. Spike stepped onto the dance floor and made his way to the back wall through the crowd of sweaty, flopping, dancing ponies. After finally making his way through, Spike walked up to the bouncer guarding the backdoor. Instead of saying anything, Spike simply held up his backstage pass and showed it to the oversized stallion.

The Stallion looked at the pass for a moment or two before he opened the door and stepped aside. Spike smiled and walked into a stairway that he assumed led him up to the booth. He quickly made his way up the stairs and turned the corner to see Vinyl’s beautiful flank swaying to the music. Spike couldn’t help but stare, not simply because he didn’t want to disturb her, but because he was certainly enjoyed Vinyl’s ‘backstage’ show.

“I know you’re there, Spike,” She shouted over the music, startling Spike. “I can feel you staring at my ass,” She said as she turned to face him with a smirk on her face. She put her headphones down, letting the music play out as she walked over to him.

“So, you made it, enjoying the show?” She asked as she crossed her arms.

“You know it, that mix is sick as Tartarus.” He smiled.

“I meant my ass shaking?” She clarified.

“Oh, pretty good, but I’m a breast drake myself.” He chuckled, trying not to blush at her straightforwardness.

“Really, that’s a first, normally my flank turns heads,” She chuckled. “Anyway, I’m glad you could make it. I got a surprise for you.”

“What’s that?” Spike asked with a raised brow.

“You’ll see in a minute, just let me finish this set.” Vinyl said as she went back to her booth and started mixing the tracks again. Spike stood and watched as Vinyl continued playing, the crowd going crazy from her music. Spike let the music take him as he began to sway and rock in place to the music, never once taking his eyes from Vinyl. Before he knew it, Vinyl finished her set and began to set up another. She turned slightly to him as she waved him over and said, “C’mon, you’re up.”

“Up? What do you mean?” Spike asked as he walked beside her.

“What do you think it means?” Vinyl said with a devious smile as she finishing up her next set. She then leaned in toward the microphone sitting in front of her station and shouted, “Hey Colts and Fillies, enjoying the show?”

The whole audience shouted and jeered in agreement. “Alright, well guess what I got a special surprise for yah tonight. I got a new track never before heard on my new album and you’re gonna get the first sneak peek at it.”

The audience practically went into frenzy at the mare’s announcement, but she clearly had more to say as she continued. “And even better, I’m not gonna play it.”

Almost the entire audience gasped, even Spike, but he managed to hold it in. “That’s right, instead, I got a friend of mine here, a fellow DJ who’s gonna drop this beat for me. So give it up for my Drake, Spike,” Vinyl shouted getting the crowd nice and riled up.

“They’re all yours,” Vinyl said as she tossed the headphones to him. “Knock ‘em dead.”

Spike caught headphones as Vinyl stepped out of sight of the crowd, giving him room to work at her station. When he put the headphones on, he leaned into the microphones as he looked down at the crowd. “Alright, Beat Box, this the Drake-Jockey and as a request for my friend Vinyl, I’m here to spin her latest badass track, so listen up and get a load of this,” Spike said as he started the track.

The music began to play and Spike instantly knew what it was. This was the track he helped Vinyl fix the other day. Vinyl, you sly mare, alright, let’s drop some beats. Spike thought to himself.

The music picked up and the second Spike played in the next track, the crowd had become completely lost in the beat. Spike rocked his body along with the audience, listening to the music and the crowd’s cheering for more. Unknown to him, Vinyl was dancing to the music as well, her body swaying and gyrating as if she had no control of her body whatsoever but not because of the music; it was Spike. Watching his fingers dance around her equipment, changing the tempo and bass, speeding it up and slowing it down.

Vinyl had met some good DJ’s that could stand with her in DJ battles, but listening to him was . . . different. Maybe because he was fan and knew her style, but listening to him was like somedrake playing with her body with her own music and she loved it. Spike continued to play, driving the crowd into frenzy and he certainly enjoyed watching it. But unfortunately, all good things must come to an end as Spike finally came to the end of the track.

Vinyl’s body finally came to a stop, but she didn’t want that to happen, not yet. “How’s that, everypony, did yah love that?” Spike shouted into the microphone.

The crowd roared in excitement, causing Spike to give a toothy grin. “Well then, don’t forget to it pick up on Vinyl’s new album. Thanks, everypony, you’ve awesome,” Spike said as he set the headphones down, but before they left his hands, Spike saw Vinyl’s hand touch his, keeping them gripped on the headset.

“Not so fast, Drake-Jockey,” Vinyl said as she walked over to his side. “DJ Pon-3 would like to do some free styling with you. Is that alright?”

“I think I’d be crazy not to accept,” Spike said as he pulled up his headphones.

“Good, but feel free to get crazy,” Vinyl said as she grabbed her spare headphones and put them on. “I like ‘em wild.” She said with lidded eyes and a seductive smile.

Spike felt a bit of a jolt go up his spine. Huh, a little musical foreplay, is it? Alright, Scratch let’s see if you can keep up. Spike thought to himself as he started putting on the next track.

Hours later

Time seemed to fly by as the DJ duo practically blew the roof off the club with their sick beats. The whole club was in an uproar as the two set up such awesome music that everypony was on the dance floor, completely high off the music. But even more so, Vinyl found herself completely captivated with Spike. She had never met somepony let alone somedrake so in tuned with her music. As the two mixed track after track, Vinyl and Spike never once spoke to each other, yet they melded the music together perfectly as if they were one and the same.

Vinyl heart was beating in time with each track she and Spike played as if her body were an instrument and Spike was playing her and she loved it. When the night finally came to an end, both Spike and Vinyl said their goodbyes to the club goers and made a break for the exit before they were swarmed with fans. The two finally made it back to Vinyl’s apartment, standing just outside her door. “Wow, I knew tonight would be fun, but I didn’t expect that.” Spike gave a hearty chuckle as Vinyl unlocked her door.

“That makes two of us,” Vinyl said with lidded eyes as she turned toward Spike with lidded eyes. Suddenly, Vinyl closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around Spike’s neck, her face inches from his.

“Whoa, Vinyl, what are you-,” Spike was cut off as he felt the DJ’s soft lips meet his. He soon felt her tongue prod his teeth as she moaned into the kiss, demanding entrance and Spike was more than happy to oblige. When her tongue entered his mouth, it immediately started wrestling with his. Spike quickly fought back as his serpentine tongue wrapped around hers and forced it out of his mouth and into hers.

The young drake quickly followed through and caught the mare off guard as he wrapped his arms around her thighs and hauled her of the ground. Vinyl yelped in surprise before she wrapped her legs around his waist, not breaking their hot make out session for a second. She then quickly concentrated as her horn lit up in her cerulean aura. The door knob became enveloped in her magic as it turned and opened the door. Spike quickly rushed into the apartment, closing the door with his tail behind him.

Despite his lack of vision Spike managed to find the couch and plopped himself right down with Vinyl straddling his lap. Finally hearing their lungs scream for oxygen, the two broke the kiss, panting heavily as they caught their breath. “You . . . are . . . amazing.” She panted between breathes.

“What?” Spike said in slight confusion.

“You,” She said she tore her glasses off, her red eyes piercing him like a predator. “I never met anypony who could spin a track like you. It made me wet just listening and I’ve been dying to get you here all night.” She told with a toothy grin.

“So that was musical foreplay,” Spike said with a smirk.

“What can I say, I like to tease,” She said with a shrug.

“Me or you?” Spike asked curiously with a raised brow.

“It was supposed to be you, but you ‘turned the tables’ on me,” She chuckled at her poor word play.

“Wow and I thought Twilight’s word play was bad.”

“Just nut up and shirt off, Dragon boy,” Vinyl said as she grabbed the hem of his shirt.

Spike quickly pulled his arms up, allowing Vinyl to remove his shirt. Vinyl tossed it aside as Spike grabbed her crop top and pulled it off of her with ease, revealing her blue bra. Vinyl went in for another quick kiss before she pulled herself off of Spike and took a few steps back, giving him a full view of what was to come.

The white mare turned with her back to the drake but kept her head half turned to keep her eyes on him. Spike heard the distinct ‘clip’ sound of a button coming undone before the sound of a zipper fly falling down slowly. Spike felt his lower dragon rising form his sheath, giving his pants a slight bulge that Vinyl noticed. She gave a smirk as she wedged her fingers around the edge of her shorts. She gave her glorious ass a few wiggles as she shook it free from her shorts before letting their fall to the floor. She stepped her left hoof out and kicked them to the side with her right before turning back around to face him completely. She then reached behind her back and unclipped her bra, and tossed it aside, revealing her supple chest. “You said you were a breast guy, right? So what do yah think?”

“They look delicious, but I can’t give a proper assessment from all the way over there,” Spike said as he pulled his hand up and crooked his finger, beckoning her forward. “C’mon, let daddy have a taste.”

Vinyl gave a wide smile before practically pouncing on Spike’s lap. She held herself up with both hands on either side of his head with chest right in his face. Spike pulled his hand up and grasped Vinyl’s breast, causing a sharp intake of breath and a shudder from the mare. Spike began to gently knead her soft flesh in his palm, quickly feeling her nipple harden in his hand. Spike listened to her moan as he pulled his other hand up to attend to the other.

Vinyl felt her body shivering as Spike’s claws ever so slightly dug into her skin, causing her nether region to moisten even more. “Hm, definitely a good pair; not too big, but not too small; they fit so perfectly in the palm of my hand I can feel your nipples brushing against it.” Spike commented with an impressed tone.

Vinyl then gasped in surprise as Spike dove forward and latched his mouth onto her right breast. She moaned in pure bliss as Spike suckled and licked at her tender nipple. The sensation was rocking her body so much; she couldn’t keep from grinding her hips against the growing bulge in his pants. Spike gave the other a small tweak causing her to shriek and throw her head back. “Yes, that’s it, keep going!” She screamed.

Wow, sensitive too. These could give Pinkie’s a run for her money, He thought to himself as he gave the nipple in his mouth a bite.

Spike pulled on her nipple with his teeth before letting go and taking the other into his mouth. Vinyl was breathing heavily, moaning in ecstasy and continued to rock her hips against Spike’s crotch, drenching it in her love juices. She thrusting hips began to pick up speed as she felt her impending release. “Yes, almost there, almost there!” She said as Spike started biting at her nipple and tweaking the other with his fingers.

Spike gave her nipples a final pull, sending Vinyl over the edge. She threw her head back, screaming in orgasmic bliss as her marehood erupted, soaking Spike’s crotch in her nectar. Vinyl’s body shook, locked in place as she rode out her orgasm. After a few moments, Vinyl finally collapsed atop Spike with her head resting atop his and his face resting comfortably between her chest, allowing him to listen to her pounding heartbeat. “Yah liked that, huh?” He chuckled into her chest.

“What . . . gave it . . . away? My screaming . . . or my . . . squirting?” She panted.

Spike chuckled as she wrapped his arms around her and lowered her down onto the couch. “I’m ready for another go,” She told him.

“You sure?”

“I’ve been sure since the club,” She said as she pulled her hand down to her crotch and moved her soaking wet panties aside, showing off her equaling soaking wet pussy. “Rut me. Now.” She told him with a predatory grin.

“Yes, ma’am,” Spike said as he sat up on the couch on his knees. He quickly undid his belt and tore his pants and underwear off. Vinyl’s eyes widen in surprise as she got a good look as Spike’s massive member. Oh, this is gonna be fun! Vinyl thought as pure excitement and anticipation took hold of her.

Spike positioned himself as her entrance. Normally, he’d tease her and lube himself up, but clearly Vinyl was past such actions; so he grabbed her hips and with a mighty thrust he bottomed out inside of her. Vinyl shrieked as she felt Spike’s member spread her tight walls wide open. Spike groaned as he felt her wall instantly tighten around him, but powered on through as he quickly pulled out and started thrusting with great gusto.

Vinyl moaned and screamed as Spike worked up a good pace, plowing into her with long and hard strokes. “Damn, you’re so tight.” He grunted.

“Yes! Sweet Celestia of Equestria, yes! Faster, Spike! Faster!” She pleaded.

Spike leaned forward, holding himself up on his hands on either side of Vinyl’s head as he picked up the pace, pounding the DJ like a piston. Spike felt smoke pouring from his nostrils as Vinyl wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him in place. The alabaster mare was screaming as she felt Spike’s hot rod hitting her depths in rapid succession. Her walls tightened around his shaft desperately to make the sensation last, but even so, she could still feel her walls contracting, indicating her own orgasm. “S-Spike, I’m gonna c-cum again!”

“Yeah, I’m cumming too,” He said as he picked up speed.

At the same time elsewhere, Octavia was drudging to her front door, towing her cello in hand. “Argh, what a day,” She groaned as she reached her door. “Practice went longer than expected, but it’s finally over and I’m home.”

She rested her cello against the wall beside the door and pulled out her keys to open the door. She put the key in the lock and turned it, but could tell the door was already unlocked. “Huh, Vinyl must be home,” Octavia said as she grabbed her cello and turned the door with her free hand. “I keep telling her to lock the door before she leaves and when comes in. Honestly, anypony can just walk in an-” Octavia’s sentence was cut off when she heard the district sound of Vinyl screaming.

The gray mare dropped her instrument and rushed inside as fear gripped her heart. “Vinyl, what’s-” Octavia stopped midsentence when she reached the living room and found her roommate lying practically naked underneath a purple, muscular naked dragon who seemed to be balls deep inside her, pounding away with total abandon.

“Vinyl, I’m cumming!” He groaned as he gave a final thrust and hilted himself inside. Vinyl screamed at the top of her lungs as she arched her back up, her own orgasm hitting her like a tidal wave. Octavia’s face was beat red at the sight before her, her voice caught in her throat and her eyes widen in shock. As the two came down from their high, the young musician finally managed to find her voice as she called out, “Vinyl!”

Both Spike and Vinyl’s eyes shot open in fear. The white mare tilted her head back to see her roommate staring at her and Spike. “Tavi!?” Vinyl said with a weary smile as her cheeks went red.

“Octavia?” Spike said with a raised brow as he quickly recognized the mare.

“Spike?” Octavia said in equal confusion as she recognized the dragon. The silence filled the air between the three individuals and only one word filled all three of their minds.

Awkward, They all thought at once.