“Aww! Pinkie Pie, you know I don’t go to clubs!”
“Exactly!” Pinkie pointed out. “I wanna make it up to you for not trusting you at Shining Armor’s wedding!” She pushed her friend up to the velvet rope, where Ziggy Stardust, the sleepy-eyed bouncer, stood before it.
“Hey, Ziggy,” the pink party pony greeted the earth pony casually. “I’m on the VIP list tonight, and I’ve got a plus one.”
Ziggy opened his mouth to speak.
“...And no, I don’t have any party poppers this time,” she interrupted with a sheepish smile.
A small grin tugged at the corner of Ziggy’s lip, and he pulled the velvet rope aside.
“Ow, hey!”
Pinkie Pie pushed Twilight past the velvet rope and the sleepy-eyed earth pony, keeping a hand against the unicorn’s back as she opened the door to the club. A green laser light flashed over their heads as the thrumming of the bass resounded in their ears.
“Pinkie...!”
Pinkie immediately stopped the door with her hoof and put two fingers to Twilight’s lips. “Nope! You’re here to get away from Spike, from the Princesses, from everypony, except for me, of course, and you’re gonna have a few drinks and have a time you’ll never forget!”
“I doubt it,” she muttered against Pinkie’s fingers.
*-----*-----*-----*-----*
Vinyl Scratch, her eyes closed, bobbed her head to the beat of the music, her right hand on her earphone. With a snap of her fingers and a quick summoning spell, a record flew from the small pile on a low table behind her. She twirled it on her fingertip and slapped it on the empty turntable at her left. She flicked the arm over it as it began to spin, and she started to adjust the volumes, seamlessly starting the next song as the first one ended.
She opened her eyes and leveled her gaze over the dance floor. It was no surprise that the dance crowd was bursting with energy during her shows (it seemed brighter and livelier ever since she met one of her biggest fans that would become her best-friend-with-benefits), and, as usual, said friend-with-benefits was at the center of it all, driving the crowd that much crazier with his acrobatics, his glowsticks and his expertise in light-based magic.
She looked past him, noting two familiar faces approaching the edge of the dance crowd. One was a friend she met at the big wedding gig she landed a month and a half earlier. The other was a face she hadn’t seen in many years. Like the following weeks after the last night they shared back in Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns, that face haunted her dreams, and the voice that went with it sent chills all through her skin and down into her very core.
I guess I owe Pinkie a pitcher of beer and G a pair of my panties, she thought to herself. Smiling, she took a glowstick from her underwear strap. She cracked it and levitated a microphone to her lips.
“G, catch!”
*-----*-----*-----*-----*
The black-coated pony with the neon-red and neon-green mane with matching tail finished a backflip as he heard his name. He looked up above the stage and saw a bright pink glowstick flipping through the air from the turntables.
I wonder if Scratch is gonna honour our bet, he thought to himself with a smug smile. He caught the glowstick in his hand, and without missing a beat, he summoned a quick mist spell followed immediately by a teleportation spell. He disappeared from the center of the dance floor in a cloud of pink mist and reappeared behind the turntables beside Vinyl Scratch.
He raised his arms over his head and twirled his self-crafted two ‘glow-chaku’ rapidly, creating two discs of light, one neon-green the other a deep neon-blue, over his head. They exploded into two harmless starbursts, driving the crowd into near-hysterics.
“Show-off,” she said, her voice barely registering over the din of the crowd and the music.
“You gonna honour our bet?” he asked with a smug grin.
She narrowed her eyes, barely visible behind her shades. “Shut up and take the tables, Glowstix,” she said, matching his mischievous expression, “otherwise I’ll start calling you by your real name around here.”
He raised an eyebrow before laughing. “Will you be back?”
“Dunno.” She glanced over to Pinkie and Twilight, the former showing the latter awkwardly how to dance to the current song. “I hope not.”
“I’ll tell Left Hook and Right Cross that you’ll be back tomorrow,” he said. “I’ll tell ‘em you got your girl.”
“Buck you, G,” she said playfully, swatting at his chest, his thin black coat and white wifebeater soaked in sweat.
“You would, but you’d be thinking about her the whole time,” he countered, eyeing Twilight playfully. “Better get going, before someone tries to take your mare.”
She leaned into him and kissed him, her tongue dancing across his lips. “Later, babe.”
He nipped playfully at her tongue in reply. “Have a good time, sweetcheeks. I’ll get your song playing in a minute.”
With a grin and a flash of electric-blue light, she teleported off the stage to the exact spot where Glowstix was wowing the crowd on the dance floor moments ago. With a look of determination, she doffed her headphones, letting them settle around her neck as she wove through the crowd, making for Pinkie Pie and Twilight Sparkle.
*-----*-----*-----*-----*
“Okay, this is kinda fun,” Twilight conceded as she finally managed to dance in step with Pinkie.
“One thing, though,” the pink mare interrupted, noticing a familiar pair of purple shades and a shock of two-toned electric blue hair advancing slowly towards them. “You’re gonna need a partner, and I think she’s coming.”
“What are you talking about? I thought you were my partner.”
Pinkie shook her head. “Nopey-dopey-lopey! My friend wanted you to come tonight. She wanted to see you again.”
“Again? Who…”
The last song faded away to silence. As Twilight turned to look at the stage to see what was going on, she found herself staring into a pair of hypnotic ruby red eyes behind a pair of purple shades.
“Vinyl…?”
The mare before her nodded. “Been too long, Sparky.”
Twilight immediately blushed. “No one’s called me that in years.”
“Saw you at Princess Cadence’s wedding, but I didn’t get a chance to talk to you.” She held out a hand for Twilight. “Lemme dance with you, Sparky. I missed you.”
Twilight nodded slowly. Vinyl whirled and waved to the stage, and immediately the beat of another song started up.
“This is how much I missed you.”
Vinyl immediately touched her horn to Twilight’s as the singer began crooning sensually…
*-----*-----*
Twilight was wrapped in Vinyl’s arms, her lips being assaulted relentlessly, her mouth being invaded by Vinyl’s eager tongue.
And she was savoring every second of it.
“I’ve wanted to do this since the wedding, Twilight,” Vinyl said in a husky voice as she broke the kiss. “It’s been years, Sparky, years since I last saw you, since I heard you sing, since I felt your touch.”
“I know,” Twilight panted. “Had things been different, I would have never left.”
“Let me kiss you again,” she said, a tinge of desperation in her plea. “Let me touch you. Please. Just like old times.”
Twilight smiled shyly and nodded. “Just like old times, Vi.” She gently put her hand behind Vinyl’s head, running her fingers through the other mare’s hair and bringing her close to kiss her. Her other hand snaked around to Vinyl’s lower back, pressing the unicorn mare’s hips against hers.
Vinyl laid one hand flat against Twilight’s back while the other snaked down and cupped Twilight’s rear, squeezing one of her cheeks tightly. As Twilight threw her head back and moaned, Vinyl dove at her neck, kissing the side of her throat and along her collar, her horn flicking against the lavender mare’s ear.
“Vinyl…”
Vinyl Scratch kissed her way up Twilight’s neck and nipped playfully at her ear. “Sparky…” she whispered, trying to restrain herself. “If this vision is too much, even here, even now, let me know. I’ll stop. For you, I’ll stop.”
Twilight brought her hands to Vinyl’s face and forced the white mare to stare her eye to eye. She tapped the tip of her horn to Vinyl’s as she kissed her. “No, Vi,” Twilight whispered against Vinyl’s lips. “Keep going…”
*-----*-----*
Vinyl had one arm wrapped around Twilight, her hand just below and between her breasts and her other hand on Twilight’s thigh, her thumb dangerously close to where she wanted to be at that exact moment. The lavender mare, facing away from Vinyl, had her eyes closed, dancing and grinding her hips against the white mare. A faint glow of magic emanated from both their horns, their fantasy still playing out in both their minds.
“Twi, you want me to keep going?” she whispered huskily, knowing Twilight would hear despite the din of the club.
“Oh Celestia, Vinyl, don’t you dare stop,” Twilight breathed back…
*-----*-----*
Twilight was sitting on the edge of the bed, her legs spread wide open, Vinyl on her knees at the edge of the bed between them. The white mare raised her head from between Twilight’s thighs, her eyes half-lidded in bliss. She slid two fingers between Twilight’s lips and into her while her other hand snaked down between her own legs.
“Oh Celestia, Vinyl…” Twilight gasped.
“Sing for me, baby,” Vinyl urged her. “Let me hear that voice of yours calling my name.” She slid a third finger into Twilight.
“Goddesses, Vinyl!” Twilight panted. “I’m going to…”
“That’s it, Sparky,” she purred seductively, lowering her face back to Twilight’s soaking nethers. “Cum for me. Let me hear you sing.” She flicked and teased Twilight’s sensitive button with her tongue.
Twilight tried to cover her mouth with the back of her hand, but she couldn’t hold in the scream of ecstasy that erupted from her throat as her orgasm hit. She bucked her hips helplessly against Vinyl’s mouth and hand.
“Vinyl…” she cried out, panting. “Goddesses, Vinyl…”
“That’s it, baby,” Vinyl crooned against the inside of Twilight’s thigh. “Just like that…”
*-----*-----*
As the song ended and Glowstix started up another song, Vinyl felt the shaking in Twilight’s body ebb and heard her breathing slow to a calmer rhythm. Luckily for her she only screamed in that fantasy, Vinyl mused. I’m sure the crowd would have been able to hear her scream over death metal.
Twilight immediately wrenched herself free of Vinyl’s grasp and whirled around to face the white unicorn mare, her cheeks flushed and her eyes dark with lust.
“We need to go. Now,” Twilight said urgently, her voice a husky whisper. “Your place or…?”
Vinyl nodded and took Twilight’s hand and led her towards the backstage area and through the rear exit.
“Come on.”
Author's Note
And so I finally let my crackship sail here on FIMfiction! Thanks for taking the time to read. Comments and concrit are always welcome. There might not have been much sexytimes right now, but rest assured, there will be more in the next chapter.
As always, I will take concrit. Don't hesitate to be brutal.