All Alone

The Next Day

The warm sunshine of early morning bathes the bedroom with light. The sleeping DJ, curled up in her dark blue blanket, gradually wakes up, taking in a deep breath and sighing. She slowly inches her front end up, balancing on her hooves and stretches, letting her messy bedhead drop to the side of her face. She raises her bottom half and stretches that out too, still slightly aching from the previous afternoon's adventure. She slides off the bed, fixes the sheets, and heads to the bathroom to take a shower.

Sitting down at her breakfast nook after taking said shower, Vinyl opens up a week-old newspaper and snacks on a carrot, trying to get acquainted with recent events. Skimming past the various pages of municipal political crap, she finds an advertisement about a new store opening up in the town square. The ad goes as follows:

Looking for some spice for the bedroom? Tired of just your normal nights? Or just stressed and in need of a few products to help you relax?

We've got good news for you, reader!

Come to Burning Fires! We have everything you need to spice up your bedroom adventures.

Here, have an offer! Clipping this advertisement from your newspaper and showing it to one of our friendly checkout clerks will let you receive a buy one, get one free for lingerie, toys, or any combination of the two!

1938 Derbyshire Ct. Ponyville, EQ.

18+ only, thank you.

The advert was adorned with fire graphics and red love-hearts. Seeing this, Vinyl pulled a pair of scissors from the drawer and cut out the advertisement. She wasted no time in getting a few shopping bags ready and heading out of the door.

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Within the hour, Vinyl stood in front of the store, which lies situated in between a bank and a law firm. The outside is painted a fiery red with blacked out windows plastered in posters advertising sales and deals within the store. The doors, also blacked out glass, stand firmly shut with a neon "We're Open" sign buzzing about on the door frame. The DJ sighs and walks into the store.

The inside is dimly lit comparatively to the outside. Ceiling mounted lampshades set to a lower setting of intensity light the shelves in between the walkways. The shelves along the walls and aisles held anything imaginable pertaining to sex; dildos, lingerie, whips, chains, handcuffs, blindfolds, masks, magazines, and other items of the such lined the shelves and are arranged in alphabetical order.

The store is sparsely populated, mostly by a few ponies here and there looking at the various merchandise. At the front desk, near the door, is a handsome sandy brown stallion flipping through some paperwork. His royal blue mane falls to his ears and behind him flutters a pair of wings. He lifts his head and looks at Vinyl, smiling.

"Welcome to Burning Fires. Let me know if you need anything, miss." He says to her in an Northeastern Equestrian accent and winks at her, continuing with his paperwork.

Butterflies form in Vinyl's tummy as she sashays past the checkout clerk, wanting him to watch her go past. She goes down a random aisle and looks back at the clerk, who quickly shifts his eyes back to his paperwork and off of Vinyl. The DJ bites her lower lip and sighs, looking down the shelves at the various pairs of leather, latex, and lace lingerie bits of lingerie.

"Black? No, too overdone. White? Nah, that'll blend in with my coat. How about red?" Vinyl mumbles to herself as she holds up a cherry red latex thong. The word "slut" is written on the back with sharp, white lettering.

She smiles and keeps it with her, turning to the other side of the aisle. This bit of shelves holds collars, masks, and leashes. After a few minutes of searching, she picks up a black leather dog collar adorned in spikes. Her heart flutters for a second, imagining herself wearing it while being penetrated. She keeps this with her as well.

The next aisle over, on both sides of shelves, are nothing but a vast collection of dildos including to different colors, shapes, sizes, and species. Scanning her eyes across the shelves, she comes across a sleek, silicone battery operated vibrator. The toy didn't resemble any species at all, only it was just a cylindrical, ribbed tube, about an inch and a half thick, with a rounded, phallic end. She picks that one up, too, heading over to the cash register.

She places the merchandise and the advertisement from the newspaper on the table before the cashier and smiles, blushing. The clerk pushes his paperwork aside, grinning, his light green eyes focused on the DJ.

"You're Vinyl Scratch, right?" He asks curiously, ringing up her items.

"Yeah, I am. I guess I'm not as recognizable without those dumb shades." She shrugs, still keeping an amiable disposition towards the handsome pegasus before her.

"Heh, seems like all the celebrities are going to Manehattan." He chuckles, placing her items in a plastic bag. "60 Bits."

"Well, not permanently, thank Celestia." Vinyl replies and pays him. "Honestly, I couldn't stand that place for more than a week before wanting to pull my hair out."

"It's good that you aren't abandoning Ponyville. Even though we aren't necessarily running out of celebrities, with the Elements of Harmony and all, we could still use a few good musicians as well." He replies, giving her the bag.

"Oh please, my songwriting is amateur at best. I mostly just do music for clubs and stuff, and those are all published artists." She blushes and pushes the plastic bag in her saddlebag, not wanting the rest of Ponyville to know what she's carrying home; she didn't care much about everypony watching her go into the store, but she doesn't want everypony to see what kind of kinky shit she's into.

"I'm sure you're great! You've got a good taste in music, industrial and that kind of stuff, you've got the aptitude, and you've got a cute voice, how the hell can you not be good at making music?" The cashier asks, smirking at Vinyl.

"You really think I have a cute voice?" Her tummy butterflies have doubled in quantity after he said that.

"Of course." He smiles.

Blushing, Vinyl fumbles around with her saddlebag. She pulls out a sticky note pad and a pen. Writing down a number on it, she gives the sticky note to the cashier.

"Ring me up sometime." She smiles back, face blushed to the bone.

"Thanks. Name's Zephyr." The pegasus simply said, astonished that she's given him her number.

"Zephyr...I like that name. Anyways, I gotta go." She bits her lower lip, smiling and blushing, then leaves, sashaying.

Now she's hoping with all her might that the checkout clerk is staring at her ass.