There was excitement, and then there was excitement.
The kind that made her twitch if she tried to stand still, or giggle when there was nothing to laugh about. The kind that, if her friends saw, would have them saying “Oh, that’s just Pinkie Pie.”
She bit her lower lip softly. If all it took to get her this excited was a few hushed instructions and a peck on the cheek, she could hardly wait to see what the DJ had planned.
It had been just before the wedding ceremony. Pinkie was getting everything ready for the main celebration that would occur afterwards when the white unicorn with a blue, unruly mane approached.
“Hey Pinks,” she said in that electrifyingly smooth voice. “You up for doing something… crazy?”
The party pony giggled and leaned forward to whisper in the other mare’s ear. “I am if you are, Scratchy.”
They had worked together a few times before, with Pinkie providing a steady flow of work to Vinyl and getting a steady flow of quality music in return. Due to this, (and perhaps their mutual desire to party) they had built up a rather flirty camaraderie. Neither mare wanted to be the one to make the first move, so they had instead spent months revelling in subtle teasing-
-knowing her earth pony acquaintance would be watching, Vinyl started bobbing her flank to the beat ever so slightly, sometimes even flicking her tail aside enticingly. Pinkie always did seem to end up behind the stage more often than other partiers. Sure, there were always a few that would step behind her just to see what it’s like on the other side, often tossing an impressed remark to the DJ regarding the number of switches under her command. But Pinkie didn’t keep going back there to watch the mixing table. No, she had her eyes on a very different but no less impressive sight. And Vinyl loved it-
-and not-so-subtle banter-
-hungrily licked her lips without seeming to realise. That was how Pinkie knew she had the upper hand for once. “What’s the matter Scratchy?” she whispered in a tone that was reserved for the unicorn. Their bodies rubbed against each other carelessly, being shoved by the clamour of ponies on the dance floor around them. “Something bothering you?”
“Nngh… N-nope. I’m cool as a mule, Pinks.” Vinyl grinned shakily to try and illustrate her point.
“Oh?” The party pony was hoping she’d say that. “So if I do this…” In a fraction of a second, Pinkie darted in and ran her tongue along the white pony’s neck. It was over so quickly that Vinyl would have doubted it had happened at all if she hadn’t felt it. The high-pitched noise that escaped her lips revealed that she was quite the opposite of ‘cool’, and Pinkie smirked in satisfaction.
As a new song started playing, Vinyl realised that it was only halfway through the playlist… and they had been partying for four hours. She still had the rest of the night to get through, and at this rate she was going to be an absolute wreck. Well, the least she could do was give Pinkie the same treatment-
-which left both of them hot and bothered with no real closure. It was a fun game, but it took incredible amounts of self-control. Every time they worked together, it was torture. The mutual attraction between the two mares was getting to the point that merely being in each other’s presence was enough to get their hearts pumping irregularly.
It seemed that was about to change. Whether it was surviving the attack on Canterlot that gave Vinyl the resolve to finally make a move, or something unrelated, Pinkie didn’t know. What she did know was that the DJ wasn’t planning just another stage in the game. She was going to make good on every little half-coherent promise made on the dance floor, every slight touch and flick of the tail, every nibble and lick and impatient whine. After months, they were finally going to cross the last boundary.
No wonder she was so excited.
And now, as she trotted down the garden path with her tail carefully lowered (just in case), Pinkie couldn’t help but ignore the extensive party decorations for once, her eyes instead searching for a flash of bright blue among the tables. There was nopony else out here yet, as most were hanging around the ceremonial hall still, chatting to the new couple and exchanging whimsical hopes for children and future weddings.
The party pony had excused herself under the guise of checking on the next stage of the celebrations. Namely, the garden party. By her timing, she still had a good fifteen minutes until anypony else showed up. Judging by the warmth in her face… and other places… they would have more than enough time.
“Scratchy?” she called out carefully, walking amongst the tables and decorations.
“Psst, over here!” replied somepony from behind the mixing table and speakers.
Pinkie grinned and leapt over them, but frowned when nopony was waiting to greet her. “Um, hello?”
“Down here.”
She turned and found the DJ sitting beneath the desk, shielded on all sides except the side facing her.
“What are you doing under there, silly?” giggled Pinkie.
“I’ll tell you in a sec. First, can you tell me if anypony will be able to see me in here?”
The earth pony looked around carefully. From this angle, she would be able to see anypony coming down from the castle before they got close enough to notice Vinyl, and the way the speakers were positioned it would be impossible to see her from the dance floor or food tables. “Nope, there’s no way anypony will see you. Why?”
“Because…” the DJ raised her glasses to perch them atop her horn, “I want you to check my equipment.” She winked.
“You mean… your switches and stuff?”
“Yep. Just put your hooves on the table above me, and fiddle around with them.”
Pinkie’s eyes widened. “Ohhh.” She quickly stood up on her back lags and made a show of twisting dials, if only in an attempt to distract herself from the fact that Vinyl now had a very, very clear view of her excitement.
As tempting as it was to just dive straight in, the DJ couldn’t help but tease her just a little bit longer. “You seem bothered by something, Pinks. Anything I can help with?” She leaned closer, breathing harder just to make sure the party pony could feel it.
The pink hips jerked suddenly, as if shocked by electricity, and Pinkie began to pant. “C-cool as a m-mule, Scratchy.”
“That’s not what you’re saying down here.” Vinyl inhaled the scent of excitement that she had only had the pleasure of smelling a few times before, never for long, as it meant they were getting dangerously close to crossing the line. But that was then, and this is now.
“Will you hurry up and-“ the party pony caught herself with a squeak. Every time one of them accidentally slipped up and let the other know how excited they were, it gained them another point.
Vinyl grinned and watched the smooth hind legs before her shuffle restlessly. “Hurry up and what?” There was no way she’d let that pass.
“N-nothing… just… please…” Pinkie smacked a hoof on the table in frustration.
“Please what?” Oh, this was pure gold! And the best part was that the DJ could see exactly how much her friend loved the teasing. She had all the power, and she wasn’t going to waste it by giving in early. “Speak up, Pinks.”
The balloon-marked mare growled. “Sometimes you’re not a very nice pony, Scratchy.” Vinyl stuck her tongue out on reflex, realising only a split second later what she had done as the sweet taste of Pinkie Pie flowed between her lips. Her mistake yielded a very nice surprise as the mare let out a high-pitched whine.
The DJ leaned back and broke the strand of liquid that hung between them with a hoof. “Damn, filly, you’re sweeter than I thought you’d be.”
Puffing angrily, Pinkie shuffled her hips forward, trying to get closer to the pony under the desk. “Work in a sweets shop all day, you pick up a few things. Now will you get back to-“ she squeaked once more as Vinyl did just that.
Finally doing what she had been dreaming of for months, the unicorn gave a shuddering, happy moan. It had begun; no more games, no more points. She didn’t need to pretend she didn’t want it just as much as Pinkie.
Finally being free to enjoy herself without restraint, it was almost a sensory overload.
The sight of the usually-dominant mare writhing and struggling to stay upright as a result of her actions was one that would stick in her mind forever. Everything from her slender neck and heaving chest to her thighs soaked with excitement radiated beauty and lust in equal measure.
And the smell, that tantalisingly familiar and invigorating smell of a mare in heat made Vinyl’s cheeks flush red with the exact same desire. The small encounters before this, savoured and cherished as they had been, were nothing compared to having her muzzle buried in the source. In a simple scent, the roiling emotions of lust and fury were encapsulated perfectly, driving her wild.
Her touch, as unwilling as it had been at first, was soft yet insistent, thrusting forward at her unseen partner with barely-contained enthusiasm. It seemed she, too, had decided to put aside the rules of the game for the moment when faced with her desire manifest.
The noises she made only enhanced the entire experience. For so long, Vinyl had wanted to make Pinkie squeal like this, but she had been forced to make do with her imagination. The real thing was infinitely more enticing, and every shift in tone sent fire running through her veins.
And the taste… sweet Celestia, all the candy in the world would now taste dull and grey. It was the height of flavour, a mixture of everything that the Element of Laughter stood for. Sweetness tempered with texture, spice balanced by the coolness of sweat, simple yet crucial. In her frenzied mind, Vinyl vaguely wondered what it would be like when combined with other flavours. But the thought was gone quickly, replaced by an urgent need to drink as much as she could.
Pinkie’s eyes rolled up in her head as her tongue lolled out. In place of the previous multiple squeaks, she now emitted one long, low note of pure pleasure. Where did the DJ learn to do this?! Wherever it was, she wanted lessons… right after this, of course. She wasn’t going to put a halt to their activity to ask some inane question. For once, Pinkie decided the absolute best thing to do was nothing at all.
Vinyl disagreed.
No more playing around. The DJ took a moment to catch her breath, a determined grin spreading across her face as several strands of excitement dangled from her lips.
“Why’d you stop, Scratchy?” complained the earth pony. This was just mean!
“Heh, I love it when you call me that.” Vinyl was panting as she slid a hoof down between her own hind legs. “Are you ready, Pinks?”
“Yes yes yes, come onnn!” She stomped her back left hoof impatiently.
“Yeah, you will.”
With that, the unicorn dove back in, burying her tongue deeper than ever before, while at the same time rubbing at herself and encountering a large amount of her own excitement. Vinyl suspected the hoof wasn’t even necessary at this point; the act was just meant to speed things up. Her own satisfaction approached quickly, and she briefly feared that it would be upon her before Pinkie’s.
Thankfully, the kind pony put those fears to rest.
The soft, wet walls clenched around the DJ’s tongue magnificently, and those lithe pink hips jerked forward purely on reflex, the orgasm robbing her of the ability to moderate her movements. Juices of a new kind flooded Vinyl’s mouth and she swallowed twice before even realising. And then three times, just for fun. The rest she drooled out the corner of her mouth, letting it run down her chin and splatter on the ground. It was everywhere, soaking her entire face, and she loved it. It was like the ending to her saucy dreams, always just out of reach until now.
“Ohh… Vinyl…” mumbled Pinkie.
And that was what pushed her over the edge. She had never heard Pinkie call her by her first name before, and there was something about it that hit her so much harder than ‘Scratchy’. Her hoof rubbed even harder, desperate to ride the wave of intensity for as long as possible. The faint sound of herself dripping onto the ground only made it that much more exquisite. They were in public! Anypony could have walked up and seen them if they stood at the right angle.
As the feeling slowly began to fade, she let out a happy moan into the pink flesh that still surrounded her tongue. Pinkie giggled and took a few shaky steps backwards before dropping onto all fours again.
The two mares shared sheepish smiles. It’s one thing to joke and flirt; it’s another to have public lesbian oral sex.
The hum of approaching voices quickly ruined any possibility of a meaningful ‘after’ talk, with the DJ touching a hoof to her sticky face. “Uh, I’m not exactly looking my best right now. There’s no way I can be seen like this!”
Pinkie thought for a moment, then motioned towards the space under the desk that had been occupied moments before. “Hide in there and try to clean yourself up. I’ll come and get you when the music has to start, okay?”
“Gotcha.” Vinyl quickly slid beneath the mixing table once more.
Pinkie took a second to replace a stray hair in her permanently frazzled mane, then began bouncing merrily over to greet the wedding party.
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I claim the first clopfic based on the new episode in the name of Dawn.
