In Which the Characters are Introduced
The blue-maned Unicorn pony surveyed the crowd. Everypony in it was dancing, although it may have looked more like to thrashing to somepony looking in from the outside. The unicorn held her position on an elevated platform, with a large turntable in front of her, and stacks of speakers three times her standing height on either side. The powerful bass which was pumping out of the boxes shook her to her core, and the rapidly flashing lights of the club (coming in every color a pony could imagine) only added to the excitement she felt. The DJ's horn was illuminated in a pale blue glow, and the sliders in front of her slowly drifted in her direction. The volume of the music was lowered to a dull buzz, the lights stopped flashing, and she floated a microphone towards her muzzle with magic. By now, all eyes were on the unicorn, whose white coat stood out against the dark backdrop of the platform. The mare gave a large grin, and then spoke into the mic.
“How is everypony doing tonight?!” she shouted. She waited for the wave of cheers which erupted, and then continued as they settled down.
“I can see you're all having fun, buuuut...it's time for us to close. Every sane pony out there has been asleep for hours!”
Her announcement was met with “Awww...”s and the like, as well as a shout of “Come on Pon-3! Just one more!” from a particularly enthusiastic pony in the middle of the dance floor.
“Come on, everypony, it ain't that bad! You'll just have to come again tomorr-er...tonight!” she exclaimed enthusiastically, in an attempt to console the now crestfallen ponies.
After some more assurances of partying to be had, the mare stepped out from the platform and descended the set of stairs resting behind it, in order to go through the narrow hallway at the bottom of them which led to a small room at the back of the club. As the white unicorn left the bustle of departing ponies behind her, she stepped into her small preparation room. The DJ jumped a bit as she noticed another pony occupying the room, before realizing that it was just her boss, Mic Starr. As she walked into the room, he spoke up.
“Ah! Vinyl, if I may have a moment, please.”
The DJ pony put on a forced smile. The club owner (who oh-so-originally called his club “Mic's”) was a bit too stuck up for her tastes, with a generally smug demeanor and rather terrible fashion sense. On top of this, the DJ knew her boss disliked the music that she normally played. Regardless, he was a good source of income and influence, both of which the party pony found useful.
“What is it, Mr. Starr?” she asked.
“Ah, well, I was given some tickets - three, to be exact - to a dinner party which is to be accompanied by some ponies exhibiting their musical talents, but, unfortunately, I am unable to go. As such, I would like that you go in my place. I was originally going to ask along some other mares I know in the music business, but, since things have turned out this way, I suppose you, Miss Heartstrings, and Bon-bon can enjoy the event in my stead. So, what do you say?”
The white pony held back a sigh, then said “Uh, sure.”
Her boss gave a smile, and then started talking again. “Wonderful! Here are the tickets...” he said, as he reached into his saddlebag, pulling out an envelope. “I’ll leave telling the others about this event to you, as I must take my leave. The event is tomorrow night at eight, and the location is printed on the tickets.”
As Starr finished talking, he walked past Vinyl and out of the room, tossing the envelope onto the lone desk in the room. Once he was gone, the mare sighed and plopped down onto a large seat in the room. Looking around, she found that the room was just the same as always: it had no notable furnishings, along with plain white walls. She supposed that the simple room served its purpose very well, with a desk to place various papers, records, and whatever else on, as well as a single seat in which she could relax.
Vinyl sighed yet again. She supposed she’d have to tell the other two about it now, so that they weren’t ambushed by the suddenness of the news. “Miss Heartstrings” - or Lyra, as most everypony else called her - was the barkeep at the club, and was a Unicorn pony with a mint green coat. She was similar to the DJ in many ways. The green mare was more brash and spontaneous than the average pony, and knew how to enjoy a good party. On the other hand, Bon-bon, a cream-colored Earth pony who handled the finances of the club, was much more deliberate in thought; she also tended to have more calm and feminine interests, such as fashion, and the very type of event they were going to attend. Despite this evident rift in their personality, the green unicorn and cream mare were in a relationship which had few, if any, lasting problems.
Vinyl followed this train of thought as she went on her way to tell her workmates about the event. The word most often used to describe mares that “preferred” mares (such as was obviously the case in the couple) was “filly-fooler”, a name that had always made the DJ laugh. She held a like for mares herself, but she didn’t really feel that there was a need for any sort of special nickname for her feelings; they just were.
Looking up, she realized that she had reached her destination - the staff lounge, though it was actually only used by Bon-bon and Lyra. Thinking about it, this made sense, seeing as they were the staff. The DJ raised her hoof up to knock on the door three times (she had learned to not barge in on the two ponies when they were alone from prior experience). She heard Bon-bon's gentle voice call out “Come in!” and she did just so. Upon walking in, she immediately noticed the cream-colored mare and her mint green companion cuddled together on the couch.
“Hey, Lyra, Bon-bon.” she said, nodding at them.
Lyra was the one to respond. “What's up, V?”
“Nothin' much...but I got something I have to invite you guys to.”
Now it was Bon-bon's turn to speak. “Invite us to? What is it, dear?” the mare asked quizzically.
“Well, Starr was the one who gave me the tickets. It's some kind of dinner, with a group of musical ponies strutting their stuff while you eat.”
“Oh! Why, that sounds wonderful!” Bon-bon (unsurprisingly) said.
“As if! Sounds like a snore-fest,” Lyra immaturely replied.
“Just because some ponies don't appreciate the fine things in our lives doesn't mean that there aren't those who do.” Bon-bon retorted with a snort.
“Oh, I certainly enjoy some fine 'things', just not boring socialite get-togethers.”
“Really? You enjoying so-called 'fine' things? Please, do go on, I simply must hear this.”
“Well, there's you, for starters.” the mint mare said, with a hint of a smug grin on her face.
After hearing the mare's response, Bon-bon turned a deep shade of red and looked away from the other pony. “I-I am most certainly not a 'thing'.” the cream mare said.
“Well, maybe not, but you are fine.” the unicorn replied, going in to kiss the flushed mare.
“Yeaaah, right, well, I'll just leave these tickets here, on, uh, this table. And, uh, leave. Right, leave.” the forgotten DJ blurted out, rushing out of the room and down the hallway at top speed, pushing the door closed on her way out. It seemed one was in danger of having their comfort boundaries infringed upon simply by being in the room with those two. After Vinyl left, the two remaining ponies looked at the door, looked at each other, and then shrugged.
“Well, now that we're alone...” said the green mare, drifting off towards the end.
A blush immediately resurfaced on the other mare’s face.
“H-here, Lyra?” she asked, her voice almost a whisper.
She simply got a large grin in return.
The Earth pony gulped. “I-I don’t think it’s a good idea…”
“Well, I’m sure I can change that opinion.”
“You’re welcome to try,” Bon-bon replied, a move that could only be seen as tantalizing by the unicorn. It was because of this remark that the blue and pink-maned pony found herself lain upon the couch, with the green unicorn standing above her. Lyra licked her lips, then brought her head down and met Bon-bon’s muzzle with her own. The mare on the bottom proceeded to flush about five shades of red, though she was not discouraged from spreading her lips to allow access to her partner’s tongue. She truly reveled in the time she spent with the mare, and thank Celestia they worked in the same establishment; she doubted she could spend even a day without Lyra.
The pony’s thoughts were brought back to what was happening now by the movements of Lyra's tongue in her mouth. Eventually, Lyra pulled away from the Earth pony, leaving behind a trail of saliva and a panting mare.
“I think we should head back home now, Bon.” Lyra suggested.
“I-I agree….so long as we hurry up.” The mare responded breathlessly.
~~~
The white unicorn opened the door to her house, and then floated her keys over to a hook by the door. Her glasses floated over to the small table underneath the hook, and she went towards a door at the far corner of the room. Opening the door, she flicked the light switch to her right with her hoof, and proceeded down the stairs leading to a home studio, which she had made in order to produce outside of a professional studio. It was relatively simple; most of the space was occupied by her masses of equipment that she used for synthesizing and mixing audio, but there was also a small booth in the back for the recording of audio.
The mare walked over to one of the machines and flicked it on. Music blasted out of a nearby speaker system loud enough to shake the walls. She went back up the stairs and across the unfurnished living room to a hallway which led to the bathroom. Entering the bathroom, she turned on the hot water knob in the large tub, and then stepped off of the tiled floor and onto the carpeted flooring of her hallways. She turned left, and opened up a closet using her magic, floating a towel out after the door opened. Returning to the bathroom, she waited for the tub to fill with water before sinking into it. 'A nice hot bath always helps relax...' she thought.
Getting out of the bath about thirty minutes later, she returned to her studio to turn off the music, and then went through the living room and to her bedroom, directly across from the front door of her house. Plopping down on the fluffy structure, she pulled the bed sheets and blankets over her form, falling asleep almost as soon as she covered herself.
