Author's Note

This chapter also stands as my entry into FoxInShadow's 20k DA Watchers Contest. The OC character used here, Coffee Bean, is one of Fox's OCs, and is used here with his permission.

Also, I had this beautiful track from Alesso in mind for Coffee and Vinyl's 'climactic' moment.

Edit 12/13/16: One of three top finishers in the contest!

Episode 11 - Indelible Ink (Vinyl Scratch-Coffee Bean [OC])

Dear Red Shoes,

I’ve seen the power music can have on a pony. With the right rhythm or the perfect notes, it can bring sheer joy, or terrible sadness. It can help them solve a problem, make new friends, grieve a loss, or make art of their own. Heck, I’ve even seen music draw ponies together in physical love; just ask two of my college dorm mates.

Of course, this all makes sense to me, at least. I literally have a piece of music on my flanks, after all. I guess the ironic thing is, I never realized how much music could change me in turn...

Neon lights flashing, music blasting, bodies dancing. Seven hundred ponies filling a dance floor meant for half that, in a building that literally shook with every bass drop. Rolling fog banks permeated the room, leaving a thick film of sweat, booze, hormones, and wubs on everything it touched. The speakers screamed to the crowd, and the crowd screamed back.

A chaotic scene for some, but for me, it was just another Friday night in the booth.

I was entering the second year of my residency as the headline DJ of one of Manehattan’s premier clubs, and so far, things had gone even better than I had hoped. The club was enjoying near record crowds every weekend, and my new pieces were selling like wildfire all over Equestria. I was even getting booking requests from places as far away as the Griffon territories. It was tiring work, even for this night owl, but as long as the ponies out there were happy, I was happy.

And right now, they were very happy.

“Are you ready Manehattan?!” I bumped two sliders on my board while my magic grabbed a couple of switches. “Hooves up! I wanna see you bounce! Three two one— Go!” The strobe lights kicked in on top of another bass drop, and the place went nuts. I slid my headphones down off my ears for a sec and joined in while my magic went to work prepping the next transition.

Now normally, it’s all but impossible to see much outside of the booth. Between the fog machines and the constant light show, everything looks like a neon-colored blur; it’s hard to see the back of the room, much less any specific ponies in the crowd. Yet despite that, when I glanced up from the sound board again, my eyes were drawn to something, or rather somepony, just to the left of the booth.

I couldn’t see clearly; whoever it was appeared and disappeared as fast as the strobe lights blinked. I could kinda make out a horn, a light, maybe cream-colored coat, and definite short black hair. All covered nicely in a shimmery, and very form fitting, black dress.

The ‘freeze frame’ effect from the strobes was especially maddening now, and whatever the markings on her legs were, they were hypnotizing to watch. They seemed to have a glow all their own, like they were leaving faint trails of light in their wake as she danced.

Then she turned, and my breath caught in my throat. I had never seen eyes like hers, ever. Even the tint from my trademark glasses couldn’t take away from those vivid, piercing teal eyes. Black liner and mascara deepened the contrast even more, making them shine like gems amidst the chaos around her.

And the look on her face… it was like magic. Everypony on that floor was happy and having fun, but she– she was in heaven. I didn’t need the strobe light to see the joy running through her every move. Every swing of a hip, every twist, every turn… every twitch of that surprisingly short – and sexy – tail was that of a pony who had fully enveloped themselves in the moment.

“Wow…”

I couldn’t help but raise my glasses a bit, just to get a look with my own eyes. I blinked a few times to adjust, and when I focused again, she was looking right at me. Our eyes locked. I smiled at her, and she froze. Her eyes widened for a moment, then began fluttering like crazy. She raised a hoof in my direction as if to point; I could see her mouth moving, but there was no way I could hear what she was saying.

Who… is that?

I had played to huge audiences in all sorts of places, but I had never become that distracted by any crowd, much less one pony. But I was definitely distracted at that moment– so much so that I came seconds away from completely missing the transfer to the next track, and trust me, that would have brought the party to a halt real quick.

But when I looked back again, after rescuing my set from disaster, she was gone. I even leaned over the edge of the booth to get a better look, but her spot had already been taken by some random stallion with four left hooves.

“Damn.”

I played the rest of the set, and as usual, the finale literally rocked the house. Hearing the rafters shake never gets old, you know? But the second I was done, I made a beeline out of the booth. First to make a quick stop in the washroom, then out to the floor. I shook hooves, took pictures, and grabbed more than a few drinks passed my way, but my focus was elsewhere, scanning every face, every bit of movement, in an attempt to find her. But she was nowhere to be found.

As I made my way home that night, I began to think that maybe I just imagined the whole thing. Perhaps the strobe lights really were playing tricks on me. “Or maybe I should stop drinking vodka with Red Horse before my sets,” I muttered to myself.

Speaking of which, the last of the caffeine buzz wore out just as I collapsed into my bed. Synthesizers and hoof shaking beats filled my dreams… as did a pair of piercing green eyes.

Images of that mysterious mare were still floating around the back of my mind as I climbed out of bed the next morning. Who was she? Where did she come from? And where’d she learn those moves? Those questions and more flitted around my head as I fought to wake up. Thankfully, a cup of coffee and a hot shower had me bright-eyed and, thanks to my failure to buy more conditioner, very bushy-tailed.

My minimal primping concluded, I headed outside with saddlebags and errand list ready. Pay the rent, mail off a signed contract for a show I’d be doing next month in Vanhoover, pick up my spare synth board from the repair shop, and of course, buy more conditioner… and after a leisurely lunch at my favorite Neighponese joint, I had a full belly to go along with a cleared checklist. Well, clear of ‘responsible adult mare’ tasks, anyway.

And with six hours to go before I was due back at the club for my next show, I decided to see what was still sitting on my ‘not at all responsible adult’ checklist.

A cab ride across town and a few minutes of walking later, I found myself standing outside the door of Permanence – the first, and so far only tattoo shop in Manehattan.

The idea of a tattoo had always intrigued me, ever since I met some ‘inked’ zebras on my last tour. I’ll admit to being a bit skittish hearing them explain the process to me, since I don’t have a super-high pain tolerance. But they assured me it’d be no trouble, if I found a good tattoo artist to do the work. I couldn’t understand the tribal symbols that adorned the zebras’ fur, but I could appreciate quality artwork when I saw it.

So when I heard that a tattoo shop was opening up in the city, I was interested from the start; doubly so when I also learned that the proprietor, a mare from Ponyville no less, had a bit of a reputation as a good artist.

It was late in the afternoon, but the open sign was still out, so I ginned up a bit of confidence and walked in. The door closed behind me with a soft click and a final jingle from the bell mounted above it. “Hello?”

“Oh! Just a second, be right with you!” A voice called out from somewhere out of view. I could see a counter on the far side of the room, with a walled partition a bit further back. There was a door there too, partially open. I guessed that’s where the voice was coming from.

“Sure, no problem,” I replied as I headed for what looked to be a small waiting area. A pair of benches flanked a small coffee table, which itself was fairly covered by an array of magazines and catalogs. Flipping through some of them revealed striking images of ponies, zebras, even griffons and minotaurs, all adorned with tattoos, body piercings, and many other things I couldn’t even begin to describe. And I thought my idea would be a bit out there…

I half-heard a door closing and hurriedly tried to put the magazines back in some semblance of order again.

“Welcome to Permanence. How can I help y— Oh my.”

The abrupt shift in tone caught me immediately. “Sorry, I was just loo—” I turned my head and froze. “It can’t be…” Oh, it was. It had to be. There was no mistaking those colorful leg markings, or those bright teal eyes.

We just stared at each other for a second, mouths moving but no words coming from either of us. She broke the silence first.

“DJ PON-3?”

“Last time I checked, at least.” I smirked as I walked forward and extended a hoof. “And you are…?”

“Oh, I’m, um… My name’s Coffee Bean. I run the place.” She bumped my hoof in return, and the way she looked at it afterwards, I was beginning to think she was on the verge of ‘fangasm mode’, as I like to call it. But there was something else to her; I could sense it; like she was just as nervous as she was excited.

“Well, nice to meet you then. I, uh, hope I’m not coming in right before closing time."

That seemed to shake her back to reality for a second. “Oh, no, not at all! I’m still here for another thirty minutes, and my last appointment for the day finished up about an hour ago.”

Convenient! I thought. Take the plunge on this, and hopefully find out something about last night.

“I see. Think you might have time for a walk-in then?”

If not for the physical limitations of the equine body, I think her eyes would have popped out of her head. and a good lookin’ one at that I added. “W-wow, I mean… sure! I-I’d be honored to, Miss… er, PON-3?”

I laughed a bit at that. It had been a long time since anypony had called me “miss” anything. “No worries. Vinyl Scratch is the name, but you can just call me Vinyl.”

She shook her head a few times and seemed to refocus. She slipped past me and flipped the sign in the window to ‘Closed’, then latched the door. “Well then, Vinyl Scratch, you get to be the last customer of the day.”

“You sure?” I asked. “I don’t want you to go out of your way or anything.”

She looked back at me with a playful wink. “Hmm, I think I can close up a bit early to accommodate my first real VIP customer. And you can just call me Coffee, by the way.”

“Can do, Coffee.”

I followed her back to the counter, which sported a register and additional design catalogs to peruse. I spent the next few minutes scribbling my name on some mandatory safety forms and acknowledgements while Coffee Bean pointed out some of the dozens of customer images that lined the wall behind her. Everything from small, simple tattoos to designs that covered nearly half of a pony’s body. And that was before the extra piercings were added.

“It’s beautiful work,” I mused as my magic scribbled out signatures on the last two forms and slid them across the counter. “Did you do all of these yourself?”

“Just the stenciling on these early ones, when I was still apprenticing in Zebrica.” She turned and pointed back to a few of the older pictures. “But after that, it’s all me.”

“They taught you very well, then,” I replied as I scanned the rest of the wall. “Gotta admit, I never thought you could draw on a pony’s skin like that.”

Coffee Bean flipped through the papers, quickly adding her own signature next to mine, and filed them away. “The body is just another type of canvas, is it not? In a way, we’re both artists; we just use different materials.”

“And a priceless one at that,” I mused. “Speaking of which, I suppose I should have asked about your prices before now.”

“This one’s on me.”

I choked on my next words. “R-really? Um, gosh that’s really generous, but you don’t have to—”

She gently waved a hoof at me and smiled. “I know, I know, but seriously, it’s on me. Besides,” she added with a chuckle, “consider it a repayment for so many great albums.”

“Aw, thanks. I deeply appreciate it.” I offered a slight bow and another hoofbump.

“So, do you already have some designs you’re interested in?” Her horn glowed to life and a wisp of light green magic quickly retrieved a fresh stack of catalogs. “If not, there’s plenty of ideas in these catal—”

“Actually, I was really interested in your legs.”

I let those words hang a for a second- which is about all it took for her face to turn as red as an apple. “More specifically, the wavy pattern that’s on your, um, cutie mark?”

Finally, she regained her composure and stepped out from behind the counter. “Oh, you mean these?” She glanced down at her hind legs, which were covered nearly from hoof to flank with those beautiful teal waves that had me hypnotized the previous night. They’re actually not part of my cutie mark at all.”

“Really?” I asked as I craned my head a bit to get a better look. “Oh, I think I see. So they’re just additions to your real mark then.” I gestured to what looked to be a paint brush of some kind on her flank.

“Well, sort of,” she replied, “But I’m…” her voice dropped to a whisper. “A blank flank.”

I couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at that. “Huh, wow. So… this image—”

“Is the first tattoo I ever got. A Zebrican master did it for me as a present after I finished the first stage of my apprenticeship with him.” She raised one of her legs a bit to give me a closer look. “The extra markings were added later. They represent some of his tribe’s ancient symbols and artistry.”

“Wow indeed. That’s just awesome.” My hoof twitched but I stopped and gave Coffee Bean a look. “Uh, may I?”

She looked surprised for a moment. “Oh! Um, sure thing.”

I reached out gently and let the tip of my hoof brush over her fur. The first thing I noticed was how well the various colors and gradients meshed with her coat. The second was the near electric jolt that ran up my leg the second I touched her. I didn’t need a mirror to know my cheeks were likely a bit flushed right then, though seeing the same on Coffee Bean’s face made me smile all the same.

“I gotta admit, that’s bucking awesome.” I pulled my hoof back down– after one more touch than may have been strictly necessary. “So, do you think you could replicate some of that style on me?”

“I don’t see why not,” she replied. “What did you have in mind?”

I had a few possibilities bouncing around in my head, but I settled on the lowest risk option for starters. “I’m thinking something small and simple, at least to start. First time and all, you know.”

“Really? Well then, Vinyl I’d be honored to be your first.” Coffee Bean’s ears twitched playfully, flashing a glimpse of two small piercings near the top of her left ear. “Follow me.” She threw a wink over her shoulder as she began to walk away.

Wow… My mind was still processing how to take that, but the spike in my pulse made it obvious which context the rest of me was hoping for just then. I shook myself out of my stupor and hurried after her.

I followed her through the open door and entered into what had to be the heart of her studio. Coffee Bean was already busy magicking some supplies and inks out of a couple of cabinets. “Make yourself comfortable, Vinyl. I’ll just be a minute...” Her voice trailed off as she returned her focus to her preparations.

After hanging my saddlebags over a nearby hook, I let my eyes wander the room. At first glance, it was a very inviting, almost homey atmosphere. There were wood cabinets and a counter along one wall, while supply cabinets and equipment racks covered another. Polished wood floors and warm paints gave the room a homey, relaxing air, as did the various soft light fixtures. But if the room’s decor was meant to be warm and relaxing, its centerpiece was quite the opposite.

I looked carefully at the huge chair-like object at the center of the room. Polished metal and black leather seemed to comprise its entire makeup, and it stood on a solid round base, like the chairs I sit in at the salon. Head and leg rests stuck out from either end, and I lost count of the number of extensions, flaps, or other objects that protruded from its frame. Really, it was hard to tell if it was a chair, a bench, or something else entirely.

By far though, the most interesting item in the room was the mare across from me. As I watched Coffee Bean continue to check equipment and organize inks and stenciling tools onto a small cart, I couldn’t help but admire her attention to detail, to say nothing of the way her rump swayed as she rummaged through one cabinet after another.

The more I looked, well, stared, the more I saw the beauty in her body’s color pallette. Under more normal lighting, the contrast between her raven hair and her cream-colored coat was much stronger, but also perfectly balanced out by the subtle streaks of grey and blue that weaved through her mane and tail. Add in those gorgeous teal eyes, and legs that seemed to go on forever even without the tattoos, and I was looking at one of the sexiest unicorn mares I had seen in a very long time.

The things I’d do to her… I thought as my mind wandered toward the proverbial gutter. If for no other reason than to prolong the view, I tried to reopen the conversation.

“By the way, I was wondering if you enjoyed my set last night.”

Her ears drooped a bit and she glanced over her shoulder at me. “Ah, I guess you did see me then.”

“Sure did,” I smiled. “Hard to miss those tattoos, strobe lights or not.”

She gave a sly grin of her own. “Heh, got me there. But to answer your question, the set was amazing. I’ve been a fan of your work for quite a while, but seeing you live was something I couldn’t pass up.”

I threw her a small wink of my own. “Consider this a private encore then.”

Her breath hitched in her throat. “O-oh, hehe, of course!”

One innuendo each now. I thought while I smiled at her bit of flustering. My confidence in where this whole situation was leading was growing by the minute, but I couldn’t let my hormones run totally wild – yet. Just keep playing the cards in your hoof, Vinyl.

After a few more moments, Coffee Bean seemed to have regained her composure. “Well then… I’m ready to begin if you are, Vinyl.”

“Then let’s get going, before I have chance to change my mind.” We both chuckled at that one before she motioned to the chair-bench thing in the middle of the room.

“Just hop on up there and make yourself comfortable.” A light green glow enveloped her horn as she pushed one of the metal carts alongside her. As she stepped up, a burst of magic hit several of the chair’s levers, and in seconds it transformed from a big recliner to a nearly flat bench. “And, uh, lie down on your side if you could.”

It took a bit of shuffling around, but I managed to arrange myself well properly. I had about put my head down when I stopped. “Actually…” I removed my glasses and floated them over to the nearby counter. “I’ve fallen asleep on my synth board enough to know better.”

Coffee Bean laughed, but stopped abruptly and focused her gaze on me. “So… the rumors were true. They are red.”

I feigned shock for a moment. “Ah! My secret is out!” I even threw a hoof over my forehead for good measure. “My whole persona is ruined!” I peeked an eye open and looked at Coffee Bean, who managed to maintain some composure for a few more seconds before bursting into laughter.

"Clearly, I can never buy any of your records ever again. It just won’t be the same!” She fell back into laughter for a moment, and I right along with her. Finally, we both calmed down a bit and looked at each other again, and I noticed she was really looking at me intently now. “Have they always been red?”

“Since the day I was born.” I propped myself up a bit on a foreleg so I could more directly face her. “And all natural color too. No spells or trickery here.”

Coffee Bean drew closer and leaned in to get a closer look. “They’re beautiful, really,” she whispered as a smile crossed her lips. “Good thing you don’t take the glasses off at your shows; it’d distract the audience.”

I wasn’t sure what was driving me crazier in that moment – being able to see her teal eyes that close in return, feeling her breath on the tip of my nose, or the urge to lean forward and close the small gap between our muzzles.

“Hey now, you’re gonna make me blush over here.” In truth, she very nearly had. Not that there was anything wrong with that, of course. Then a thought hit me; a way to turn the tables a bit, so to speak.

“So, now you know what’s behind the purple glasses. You even beat the tabloids to it,” I added with a chuckle. “Now, anypony who knows me knows I like to keep things fair and even. So, if you know one of my secrets, then it’s only fair to return the favor.”

Coffee Bean hesitated for a moment, like she was scrambling for any words at all. “W-well, I, um, oh, geez— I don’t know...”

“Don’t know which to choose maybe?” I playfully tapped her shoulder. “Don’t worry, if my secret’s safe with you, your secret’s definitely safe with me. Remember, as far as Equestria’s concerned, I never talk anyway.”

I kept my eyes locked to hers. It took a moment, but I could almost see her hesitation melting away inside of her, as if she had crossed some sort of threshold in her mind.

“Well, there is one thing…”

Coffee Bean trotted out of the room, and returned after a few moments with a small black pouch suspended in her magic. A quick flick of magic untied the pouch and a fairly small rectangular object floated into view.

“A portable music player,” I observed. “Wow, that’s much smaller than they used to be too.”

Coffee Bean smiled. “A Neighponese model; latest and greatest. Very hard to find on this side of the ocean, but I lucked out when I found this one.”

“What’s the ‘secret’ part of it though?” I gave her a curious look. She was holding something back, but I couldn’t tell what it was. “Did they give it to you for free or something?”

“Ha! I wish,” she chuckled. “But no, this cost me some bits, trust me. The secret though, is its rather unique capabilities.”

“Like what?”

I watched as another object, this one multi-colored and with a deliberate curve to it, emerged from the pouch. A wicked smile crossed Coffee Bean’s lips as she turned it over in the air in front of me.

“Let’s just say it creates a very, shall I say, immersive experience for the listener.”

My eyes were as wide as dinner plates. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

She hovered the object over and set it down next to the music player. “Care for a demo?”

I lit my own horn and retrieved my headphones out of my saddlebags. I eyed the now trio of objects in front of me, then looked up into her eyes. “What do you think?”

“Mhmm… W-where’d you say you found this?”

It had taken me three attempts to ask that simple question; though in my defense, it quickly becomes hard to speak coherently with a vibrator buzzing away inside of you.

“At a specialty store in Horseshoe Bay.” Coffee spoke in a low voice as she slowly paced around me, watching me. “I was down there for a small convention aimed at body artists when my cycle hit a week early. I needed something to help take the edge off, and another artist recommended the place to me.”

She caressed my fetlocks as she passed in front of me. The shiver it sent up my hind legs was only amplified by the vibrator. “I had used vibrators before, of course, but never one that works with music. It wasn’t cheap at all, but I was hooked after one try.”

“I-I’d say it was worth… Mhmm… every bit spent.” I let my eyes flutter closed as I continued to melt into the chair.

I was no stranger to bedroom toys myself, but this was a whole other experience entirely. The toy itself was not wildly different than others I had seen, but everything from the soft-touch material to the flowing lines and comfortable grip showed the extra attention to detail that Coffee’s bits had purchased. And the two-tone purple and white color was a nice touch besides.

But that’s where any similarities to more conventional toys ended. In addition to the usual plug that would be used to recharge its internal mana battery, this toy could be plugged into most any type of music player, from record players to the newest portable devices from Neighpon. Once connected, the toy could literally react to whatever song you played, altering the strength, intensity, even the pattern of its vibrations as the song progressed.

And right now, my own music was making me incredibly horny.

“This is… just… mhmm yes...” I managed to open my eyes a bit between one moan and the next, and looked right into Coffee Bean’s smiling face– and very hungry-looking eyes.

She leaned down and slipped one headphone off my ear. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve always found your tracks to work the best,” she whispered as one of her hooves began stroking my fur. “Needless to say, I’ve become very familiar with your almost your entire library.”

“You feel every nuance of every song in a whole new way. Wouldn’t you agree?” She must have been able to hear the music a bit as well, because she softly nipped the tip of my ear right as a drop hit in the song, giving me a jolt through both ends of my spine. “Hmm, I think you do.”

“You… you could say that,” I managed to speak while trying to keep any kind of check on the fire that was quickly building in my gut. “I gotta say though, I– Mhmm… not sure why this has to be so secret. Th—” a final pulse from the toy at the end of the song took the words out of my mouth. “Why hide this?”

Coffee Bean stepped closer, her eyes falling into a sultry, half-lidded gaze. “Because for me it’s not just the music. It’s the gorgeous mare who creates it.” I felt one of her hooves slide across my flank and slip into the crease between my hip and my inner thigh, stoking the fire inside of me even more. “It’s imagining her in the booth, on stage, playing to an audience of one, rocking my world with every beautiful beat.”

She leaned in closer, leaving only inches between our lips. “It’s giving myself over to the music, then to you; to let you play my body in the same way your music plays on my soul.”

Then her lips were on me. Soft and tentative at first, but any shock on my part vaporized under a surge of hormones and I quickly reciprocated. I felt the tip of her tongue tease the edge of my lips, as if asking to be let in. A soft sigh escaped my lips as I snaked my free hoof around her neck and pulled her closer, eagerly inviting her in. Our tongues met instantly, and I could almost feel the surge of adrenaline coursing through her as our kiss deepened. Only the inevitable need for air interrupted that moment of bliss.

“Wow… that was…”

“Amazing.” Coffee Bean finished my thought as she leaned back and licked her lips. Her eyes were awash in a lusty haze, and I didn’t need a mirror to feel the same fog building in my own mind.

I still hadn’t fully processed how I went from deciding to get my first tattoo to putting a musical vibrator inside of me and making out with a beautiful mare at the same time. But that was a question I could investigate later. Right then, the only thing I wanted was more. More music. More scintillating pulses from that vibe. And most importantly, more of her.

“So…” I sat up a bit to fully reorient myself, watching with bemusement as the vibe slipped out of me and plopped onto the chair, leaving a trail of lube and my own arousal in its wake. “Besides fantasizing about getting very intimate with my music—” I pulled her in for another kiss, “Any other big secrets I should be aware of?”

I felt the edge of her hoof brush the inside of my thigh before dragging just across the edge of my haunches. “Maaaybe...” Coffee Bean’s voice had dropped into a low, husky tone that sounded like music all its own. “But if I told you, I believe that’d make it two of my secrets to your one.” Her hoof moved squarely across my outer lips, drawing another needy moan out of me. “And as I recall, you like to keep things even.”

Such a tease, I thought, but she does have a point.

“Got me there, but you’re right.” I fought for some level of control over my thoughts, if only for a moment. “Would it count if I told you that I originally went to the Academy of Music on a piano scholarship?”

Coffee Bean sat back for a second, playing at thinking on this long and hard. “Well, that is pretty interesting, and I wouldn’t have pictured you as a pianist at all, but I don’t know, personal fetishes against university classes…” she waved her hooves up and down, as if weighing her options.

I blew a raspberry at her in return. “You can continue to think about it from the VIP seats at tonight’s show. How about that?”

She sat up and smiled before leaning in and kissing me right on the nape of my neck. “Mhmm… I guess that’ll work.” She added a little nip for good measure.

“Alright, so now you get one more secret from me, and it has to do with your show last night.”

That got my attention. “Oh?”

“I know you saw me dancing. We made eye contact right as your third track hit its apex, remember?”

“Absolutely. Tight black dress, horn lit up, short black hair, and a damn nice sway in those hips if I might add.”

“Heh, thanks for noticing.” She turned slowly in front of me, making sure to swing her tail out of the way as her rump came into view. Yeah, her hips aren’t the only smooth things on her.

“So besides the obvious,” I gave her a wink, “what didn’t I see while I was thoroughly distracted from my set?”

Coffee Bean gestured to the vibrator, which still lay between us. “That.”

I arched an eyebrow at that. “You mean the music player?”

“Yes, that was involved as well.” She replied with a wicked grin. Now I was really curious what she was after here.

“The vibrator reacts to whatever music the player sends to it, right?” I nodded my head. “And the player has a nifty feature that lets it record sound and pass it through to whatever is plugged into it.”

She paused and sat back a bit, a smug grin plastered on her face; like she was just waiting for me to figure it out. “Got it yet?”

“Hold on…” I tried to focus on what she had said, instead of the light flush in her cheeks, or the lingering smell of arousal in the air, or the way her tattoo cutiemark hugged those flanks so well. “You had the player on you somewhere, recording the music…”

“Yes…” she answered, egging me on.

“And the vibe reacts to whatever the player is doing…”

Coffee Bean slipped off the bench and began resetting into a flat surface once again. “Uh huh. Getting warmer...”

“And you implied that both of them were with you last night…”

She giggled like a schoolfilly. “Getting very warm there. Almost there…”

“Then how did you get away with th—” The puzzle pieces clicked together in my head and I stopped mid-word. “The dress…” I looked to Coffee Bean, who was giving me the hottest set of bedroom eyes I had ever seen. “That look on your face when—” My blood turned molten as the images raced through my mind. “Dear Celestia, that’s hot.”

She gently laid me flat on my back before slipping the snug headphones back onto my ears. “Whoops, I guess my secret is out. You won’t tell anypony, will you, Vinyl?” She punctuated that with a deep, slow kiss that brought the fire in my nethers roaring back to life.

“Of course not,” I panted. “But you might need to convince me again, just to make sure.”

“Gladly.”

The next thing I knew, I was looking at the top of Coffee Bean’s head, as her muzzle was buried in my haunches. “Oh! C-Coffee, yes…”

Any other words I had in mind turned into whimpers, moans, and squeals of delight as she licked, kissed, and nipped her way across every inch of my nethers. I was too far away to reach a hoof behind her head, but arching my back and pushing my marehood into her face more than did the trick to spur her on.

“Th— Mmhm, yes! So good… Aahn!” An especially loud cry burst forth when her tongue found my clit, then slipped inside of me to lap up every drop of the arousal that was flowing out of me. She kept this up for some minutes of pure bliss until she came up for air– and a hungry, tongue-filled kiss.

“Ready for one more song to close out this little set then?” It was hard to even try to think of a witty response with her hooves tracing lazy circles around my nipples and up the tender skin on my belly.

“Absolutely,” I finally managed.

She grabbed the music player and flipped it back on, then reached for the vibe. No lube was needed by then; she just slowly rubbed it up and down my swollen outer lips until the tip of the vibe was as soaked in arousal as I was.

“Any requests from the audience?” She added with a wink.

“Mhmm… how about DJ’s choice? She seems to know all of the right notes to play anyway.”

She flashed me a knowing smile, then used a wisp of magic to flip a couple of buttons and knobs on the player. “Ready?”

Moments later, my ears were flooded with sound. She had picked one of my newer tracks, a remix I had done for another artist from Scandineighvia. It was a slower, more ‘chill’ track than I was usually known for, but the final product was smooth as glass, and the crowds loved it.

And interpreted through that devious vibrator, it was taking its sweet time blowing my mind. One transition after another, a series of high notes mixed with underlying lows had me reeling. “Oh, wow— Ah, yes!” Then the first bass drop hit, and the vibe pulsed hard inside of me. “Aahn! Oh, buck!”

The same seamless integration from one section to another that made the track so sublime now left me with no reprieve from the vibrator’s sultry wishes. Arousal was flowing out of me like a tiny river, adrenaline was racing through me, touching every nerve at once. And that was before I felt Coffee Bean’s lips leaving a trail of fire down my barrel, around my nipples, and back again.

“Come on now, audience, let me hear you.” Her words made it through to my brain right about the time she began flicking one nipple with her tongue while her free hoof drew tight circles around the other. My body obliged fully, arching my back while a long, loud moan burst from my lungs.

Even for me, I was on nearly overwhelmed with sensations; the music in my ears, Coffee’s lips and hooves all over my body, the dulled buzzing from the vibe as it enacted an erotic torture on my inner walls. I was so wet, I had to keep clamping my muscles down on the vibrator just to keep it inside, which only made the next burst that much more powerful, and the resulting growl that much more raw.

The song was beginning its slow crescendo now, and the vibe was picking up every little uptick in the tempo, hitting me a little faster with every note. I could feel the release building in my gut, and I knew once it really came on, there’d be no stopping it. But there’s no way I’m leaving her totally out of this.

I leaned my head up just enough to catch her gaze, and I beckoned her up with a hoof. “Please… up here.”

“Up there?”

“T-the audience— Aahn!” Another bass hit, another surge from the vibe that stole the words from my lungs. “Wants to show their appreciation.” I gave Coffee Bean the best ‘come hither’ stare I could. “The DJ has earned it.”

She gave my nipples a final lick before standing to her full height. “Well then, what the audience wants, the audience gets.” I watched her intently as she flipped a few more levers on the sides of the bench, causing two more wings to unfold that added even more width to the bench. She clambered up, positioning herself right above me, then slowly lowered herself down.

Our bellies were pressed together, and I now had a perfect view of her unbelievable smooth – and very aroused – marehood. Words weren’t needed. We just acted. I wrapped my forelegs around her flanks and pushed her rump down, and she went right back to teasing every inch of my body she could reach.

The rush came on strong after that; the music building into its crescendo more and more, raising the tempo and the intensity with every beat, my tongue slipping deeper into Coffee Bean’s snatch with every stroke, her lips sucking on my swollen nipples as if they were candy.

“So g-good, Vinyl… don’t— Aahn! Yes!”

Her moans joined my own, and the smell of her arousal mixed with my own to fill the room with an intoxicating mixture of sex, sweat, and pheromones. And all the while, that beautiful tune rang in my ears, and that devilish toy buzzed away inside of me, driving me closer to the edge with every beat.

“I’m getting close, Coffee. S-so close— Ah! Oh, buck!” I felt Coffee’s tongue flick over the top of my clit and I nearly lost it right there.

The track was nearing its apex, and the toy made me feel every last thump along the way. My walls were squeezing the toy for all it was worth, making every surge feel like a lightning strike to my system. My mind was all but gone now, totally lost in a fog of sex, in the taste of this beautiful mare’s juices, in the heart-pounding rush that was ready to explode inside of me. All I could think to do was squeeze harder, push my haunches closer to Coffee Bean’s waiting tongue, and lap up every drop of nectar flowing from her core.

The vibe paused for a split-second, as did the music. That one last, single pause before the final, monstrous drop. I didn’t even try to brace for it, and neither did she. We both knew what was coming, and we rushed headlong into it.

The drop hit, the track peaked… and so did we.

“Yes yes yes yes Coffee yes! Flick my clit— Aahn!”

“I’m cumming Vinyl! D-don’t stop— Oh buck yes!”

Mind-numbing orgasms rocked us both to our cores. I drove my tongue as deep into Coffee Bean’s soaked folds as I could while her free hoof hilted the vibe inside of me. My walls clamped down on the vibe like a vice, and I could feel her inner walls do the same to my tongue.

We pushed each other’s bodies as far as they could take us – drawing out every moan, lapping up every drop of each other’s juices, begging each other for one more jolt of pleasure. And we didn’t stop until the song was finally over, and we had been reduced to shaking, panting, marecum-covered heaps of equine flesh.

Finally, we somehow untangled ourselves and Coffee Bean managed to slide down from the table without falling over. She righted herself and leaned back in for a long, tender kiss.

“Now, about that tattoo…”

That next night at the club, I got a lot of compliments about my ‘fresh ink’ – a teal green outline around my cutiemark, and a small set of wavy shapes that curled around it as if to embrace it. But that was only the part that everypony could see. A big chunk of the full artwork was inside my chest, tattooed on my heart. And the rest?

It was under my tail, happily buzzing away while a certain mare in a black dress looked on and smiled.