Scratch of Anticipation

Sometimes, the night can be so fulfilling in some areas of a busy city. There's the clubs, the bars, the raves; even a house party can turn anypony from zero to a hundred. The limelight really shines for opportunities and anypony who wants to receive them.

The world of Equis looks down on one city more than any others, due to certain instabilities, like crimes causing authorities to commit more crimes. It’s a place where ponies can disappear in the massive population that resides in such a territory, leaving anything behind that becomes detrimental or sacrificial.

But they come back anew. They get the chance of hitting the restart button on their lives, to be what they truly want back again: to be part of the ponies.

This place we’re talking about is Las Pegasus!

Yes, the land of opportunities with hoodwinks. The financially dubious city to get a fresh new start on life and have one goal in mind: to make it big.

L.P.

The biggest boom to this city's financial stability is the growing industry of entertainment. More actors, dancers and music artists come from different walks of life to share their genius to the populous and grow more fans than even Canterlot.

But, most may not have made it big without the club scene. And Vinyl Scratch knows this fact well.

She starts her DJ career in PonyVille while living with her best friend, Octavia Melody. PonyVille isn't as popular as other main cities, meaning it becomes more difficult to find an audience that likes her style. But, that doesn't deter the white pony.

She takes every opportunity she can to receive notice from everypony, like taking requests for parties and charity events. In these events, she meets contacts for shows and other events that leads to larger opportunities, much to her excitement.

Her ultimatum finally comes when she gets to engineer a wedding for Princess Mi Amore Cadenza and Royal Guard Captain, Shining Armor. After that, she's been getting attention from different parts of Equestria from different acts of musical entertainment, to the point where she makes collaborations with ‘bigger names’ every now and then. With the moves she makes, it's very hard to say she's not widely influential.

After a while, it comes up to the time where Octavia and Vinyl had to go their separate ways, ending their musical relationship in PonyVille to do their aspiring careers. It’s very unfortunate that it had to be done; they are so close when it comes to music. Octavia had Vinyl listening to different types of music rather than just EDM, trance and techno; her cello is the first instrument that Vinyl hears.

With Octavia’s expertise in instrumental play with actual acoustic instruments, it helps fill a hole in Vinyl’s heart and soul to learn of the foundations and functional structures of music. She didn’t even know that she can use a whole orchestra to make ‘dramatic hype music’. So, she starts experimenting with these sounds to see how they sound with a bass and a clap; haven’t she done that, she probably wouldn't be here today. She wouldn’t be here without Octavia’s help.

Vinyl misses her professionally snarky attitude. She sometimes likes to tease her for it, mostly trying to get her to ease up while she gets into her pants. She denies her every time however, saying that she’s straight and plans to keep it that way, much to Vinyl's dismay; she really wanted to smash in those times. And whenever she’s denied of giving services, she offs herself instead, just thinking about her; denial has always hit her just right.

She knows that Octavia still lives in PonyVille, but it’s been awhile since they last talked to each other, they do get busy on unfortunate times with their careers: five whole months of nothing. She feels that at the time, Octavia may have forgotten about her. It’s okay though, she never expects her around much. Work schedules can be tough, much to everyponie’s disappointment.

But, business is business.

After a few years of starting her prime, she decides to do shows mostly in Las Pegasus, clubs being her personal taste, only because of the ponies around that fill her up with vibe and excitement. But, she sometimes get certain ponies that have the ability to overflow her pleasures on a given night, just like this one.

Vinyl sits on a bar stool, leaning back onto the aluminum counter as she looks at the upcoming engineers and their gleeful audience from the closed in bar, her violet shades masking her eyes to prevent any expressions to be known. Whenever she finds time, she likes to go out into the scene and feel the vibes of a new kind of sound more unique than hers, giving herself an excuse to push harder with inspiration.

But, she hasn't seen anything that catches her distinctive eye for the longest since the last time she came in; she can feel the vibration, but there's nothing that makes her jitter like she wants it to. It's like seeing your crush’s friends at school while they're out sick.

She takes a long sip of her watermelon chatol, the tangy taste tapping her burning nerves; this is starting to get boring and it's not even twelve o'clock yet. Finally, the current DJ leaves the open booth for another to take over.

The next one is what gets her attention.

The next DJ is a stallion unicorn clad in black; black jeans and a black tank top. His face is too sublime to vainly say it's not worth it, but his signature cap blocks his visage from the demanding headlights of the spacious glowing perimeter.

His eyes still light in the darkness within the dark shadows; the mysterious character entices Vinyl to glare behind her shades and lick her lips.

With a plug into his alien laptop from the Mustang Mixer, he's ready to go. A computerized voice takes over after he pulls up his playlist and presses play, his ego boosting introduction booming in the surrounding speakers before playing the first electric beat; Fr33StarZ is what he goes by.

He finally takes off his cap and doesn’t let anything shy away from the deserving eyes, making Vinyl pull her shades down as he plays his first song.

After an intense synth start, the beat drops its vibration upon the ponies who are taken aback by the monstrous sound, the speakers die slowly before resuscitating back to life with a few more.

The club now bumps to the new sound, sound that isn't foreign to EDM. But if it's done right, the uniqueness of the wielder will always be present in their flow of work. And since this work has so much extreme bass and electrifying claps and snares, Vinyl can get into it.

The touch of the clap hits like a machine gun unloading its whole clip. The bass continuously drops like a chemical bomb, getting everyone bumping to the beat.

Oh how good it feels to Vinyl to hear something different for once. The bass fills her with jitters because of them hitting harder than hers, the harshness of it clouding her mind into an eternal bliss that she hasn’t contract to before. But by closing her eyes and taking it all in with her imaginative senses, she wholeheartedly accepts it.

The beat slows down and changes to something else with a smooth groove and funk feeling to it.

Fr33StarZ creeps into her mind, those same eyes looking into hers like they are putting her into a trance, the smooth synths touching them with waves of passion. His whole body starts to form in front of her, slowly coming close to the kindling unicorn as he generates. Why Vinyl is feeling so hot right now is unknown to her, but she doesn’t stop thinking about him, neither stopping him from coming so close after his generation is complete.

His fur, his smell, his vibe: She can feel all of Fr33StarZ sucking into her as he grasps her body in his rough hands, his muscles shifting across her caressed hips. She wraps her arm around the back of his neck and shifts her leg up to his side, making him grab her by her hamstring. Her other unoccupied hand explores his chest as he leans in closer, his eyes still putting her in a trance.

Vinyl wants to stop him, but she feels that she needs this; it’s been awhile since she felt the touch of another. But, maybe this kiss will do her. Just this one kiss. It couldn’t hurt her, right? A gust of wind passes by her body through a whisper, making her shiver within his arms.

“Give in to your desires.”

His face sits in front of her, his bedroom eyes concentrating on her blushing visage as his lips move closer to hers. Vinyl, without hesitation, moves closer as if she’s being controlled by her own desires, her own body going against her brain. She needs this...

One.

Simple.

Kiss.

“DJ Pon-3?”

Fr33StarZ suddenly shatters into pieces, making Vinyl fall back into reality, much to her disappointment. And she came really close to getting that kiss. Why does it have to be ruined by an unsuspecting fan? Can’t she just enjoy her music like everypony else instead of taking the light of somepony performing?

She opens her eyes in irritation and turns to the stranger, speaking with a hint of annoyance. “Yeah, what do you… want?” Her tone in voice immediately changes to a more soft and calm one upon seeing who it is.

Sitting right next to her is the stallion she just thought of, wearing his signature black cap and an earpiece. Seeing him closer now, he's so much more than what she depicts. And oh Celestia, his smell is so invigorating. No detection of cologne or lotions, just his natural self.

She likes that.

“I just want to see one of my favorite artists. Wasn't expecting to see you here.” His voice is smooth like he's tasting caramel with every syllable, the enjoyment of it lasting until he stops.

“I make my way around here sometimes when I get free from my schedule.”

“it's one killer schedule, huh?”

“Dude, you don't know the half of it.”

He chuckles, flicking his cap up a little.

“Well, at least you can rest while getting in the groove of things, yo.”

“That's what I've been looking forward to all night, that and a good drink,” Vinyl exclaims, picking up her halfway finished drink, the pink liquid sloshing within the slim cylinder.

“What kind is that, strawberry cocktail?”

“it's called ‘watermelon chatol’: Liquor, St. Clip Parmae and watermelon mixed together, salt for the taste.” Vinyl takes another sip of it, making sure to intake on the salt.

“That kind of drink sounds exotic.”

“Not as exotic as Princess Luna springing in a wet dream.” They both take a pause before laughing aloud. This is so far the most fun she's had since she walked into the club; genuine fun rather than regular fun. Getting the chance to relax with the stallion she likes really gets her in a slow mellow mood.

Their laughing subside after the music overlaps to a song with a more retro groove in its foundation.

“That was hilarious! Oh by the way, name's Future Vibrations.” Future Vibrations. For what kind of music he plays on the regular basis, it's downright plausible for such a name. Or so Vinyl thinks.

“Vinyl, Vinyl Scratch,” she says, a grin forming on her face. Suddenly, a subtle low beeping noise can be heard, not loud enough to drown out the music, but loud enough if close to it. It repeats until it ends with a high pitch beep after Future presses on his earpiece.

“Sorry, Vinyl. Gotta take this real quick; work stuff.” Future says as he picks it up.

“Do it to it.” After she says that, he turns his whole body around, facing away from her to have a private conversation with the caller. Vinyl takes this chance to let her eyes explore his back; his broad back and shoulders pop within the shirt as it tries to accommodate his mass, making it look small and tight.

He looks so alluring to take in and Vinyl can see it. Her thoughts start to come back in just a quick second. God, it's so dirty, so lewd, so… fucking sexy.

He taps his ear before turning back to her, that same grin still occupies his face.

“So, I gotta head back up to the booth for a few,” he says, fixing his cap back down to mask himself in the shadow once again. Vinyl doesn't want to hear that. He's so far making this trip fun from his chill vibe and someone decides to ruin it? She knows it's his job to stay on point, but that just kills everything they built up to now.

Vinyl lets her ears flop. “For real, dude? We were just having a good talk and everything.”

“Yeah, I know… but if you want, we can continue this to the V.I.P. room afterwards.” Her ears perk up as a response to his offer. The V.I.P. room is the very sacred area of the bar that gives ponies the best of the best when they’re there. Only a few at a time can go in from this establishment due to past aggressions within the room.

So, it's a perfect place where celebrities, journalists or politicians can be if they want a more private setting away from the loud crowd and music. However, Vinyl sees this as a chance to make a move while she still can; she's not letting that pretty face get away.

“You know what? Yeah, I'll do that. Few minutes?”

“On Celestia, Vinyl. On Celestia, I'll be there.” He gets up from his seat, displaying his height. He's a little taller than her, maybe by an inch or so. She's okay with that; at least she doesn't have to reach far.

He turns away from her and walks out the bar, his tail swishing left to right to follow his hips.

After he leaves, Vinyl downs the rest of her chatol and leaves as well, but heads for the bathroom instead. She needs to get prepared for this. She needs to make sure everything looks perfect. Her fit slender body already checks out, now she just needs to make it more presentable through her black jacket and designer hole jeans.

After looking in the mirror to push up her breasts, pull up her panties on her crotch and tighten her pants belt some, she looks in the mirror one more time with intensity, like a barber giving a haircut.

“... I'd fuck me. I'd fuck me hard.” She runs her hand down her body, going over her jacket and all the way down to her thigh. She imagines Future's hands roaming all over her body, caressing her sensitive breasts, squeezing her alabaster thigh and groping her firm ass.

The sensation makes her brain lose control from the overwhelming imagination of him nipping at her neck, letting his tongue go down her already naked body to take in her salty sweat afterwards. He kisses her cutie mark before giving her a good smack, fueling Vinyl with more electric vibes of adrenaline.

Another gust of wind passes by her whole being again. A couple of shadow hands caresses her breasts and slowly massages them, her nipples hardening from the chill.

“Go ahead and suffer. I know you love it, you always did.”

He moves down to her lower lips, edging ever so closely to her entrance. His hot breath taps her clitoris, making her shiver with arousement. He knows that she needs this. All he has to do is fulfill her hungry desires.

Vinyl looks down at him, only for him to look up at her with those gorgeous eyes, staring at her with severe dominance.

“I'm gonna fuck you until you start speakin’ stupid.”

Vinyl shakes in utter stimulation, the enjoyment of it being too much for her to grasp. It only lasts until somepony decides to barge into the bathroom with firm force. She quickly looks over to the pony that urgently makes her way to one of the stalls, her hand over her mouth. From how she looks at the moment, it’s obvious that she drank too much. But, the burst of sudden awareness is enough to get Vinyl out of her little bubble of self-pleasure; there’s somepony else that plans on giving it to her anyway.

Once she checks herself one more time and feels that she’s ready to go, she walks out of the bathroom and into the club once again, the cacophony of ponies mixing with changing trap music tuning her ears. She looks over to the V.I.P. entrance, the door being guarded by a bodybuilding bouncer.

That’s where she sees Future walk up to the door. He talks to the bouncer for a quick minute before giving him a special handshake. He walks past him and opens the door, walking up a flight of stairs that can be seen from outside before the door closes itself. Vinyl waits for a couple of minutes before moving away from the bathroom, giving Future some time to settle in before going up there.

The beat changes to something more calm and loose, the bass not as harsh as before and the claps not as ear bleeding; just more relaxing, like standing in a hot shower after an intense workout.

As she walks out into the club and to the V.I.P. room, she looks out into the misty dance floor to see a lot of ponies slowly moving to the beat, getting closer to one another as they dance to the somewhat relatable slowjam. They grind on each other, they fondle each other, they slowly dry hump to the rhythm; their significant other whisper sweet nothings into their ear, knowing it’ll rile them up for later activities. Some show affection by even biting down on their ear, the shock making them grunt or gasp from electrical thrill flowing from their brain.

The playlist fits so well with what’s going on right now in Vinyl’s head, filling her up with more anticipation in every passing minute that goes by. Everytime she takes a step to the door, the song gets louder with its strong melody touching her being, making her shiver.

She gets to the door and the hefty stallion opens it for her to enter, the vibrant purple aura glimmering in her shades. She walks in and the door closes behind her; up this flight of stairs is a stallion she’s been longing for all night, the one that'll take her on a trip to boundaries they dare not pass.

The song digs deep into every step Vinyl takes as she walks up the stairs, the walls crumbling to the beat as she walks up the glowing staircase. Her vision fills with vibrant colors with every bass hit, like stars going through their cycle of life before going away in the vacuum; the gas the stars leave behind moves with the melody, moving Vinyl into a relaxed state. But, relaxing too long makes her lean back. With one attempt, she falls back.

“Guh-” Before she falls, she hits her back on something soft and firm. She finds this confusing; is she so out of it right now that she never left the first step yet? Is the enjoyment starting to be too much for her? She can’t just go up a damn flight of stairs for somepony to get her off for tonight?

“I got you.” the same whisper from before comes to her right ear, making her shiver like a ghost passing through her whole being. Then, she feels a pair of arms from each side move from behind her, starting to unbutton her black jacket. The more the hands unbutton her, the more she’s able to relax her muscles that reside in the confinements of it. The unknown voice speaks again.

“How do you feel?” Vinyl’s surroundings start to leave her, the stairs descending until they become straight like a walkway, leaving her to go nowhere. The stranger takes off her jacket and tosses the article aside, moving to her shirt next. Vinyl doesn’t stop them from doing such; it’s not like she wants to anyway.

The music subsides until it drops into a blur volume that’s barely audible, the stranger taking Vinyl’s full attention.

“What do you think?” She asks, having her shirt taken off to show her plump swollen breasts that are aching to be touched right now within her blue polyester cups. Their prayers are answered as the stranger’s hands caresses them, gently squeezing them; Vinyl softly moans under her breath from the sensation, making her relax more than what she should be.

“I think you’re just like ice cream…” one of the hands move down from her breasts, moving its hand down her body. They take their time to survey her chest and belly before going all the way down to her inner thighs, rubbing just under Vinyl’s nethers; this action makes her buckle and fall to her knees, the figure falling with her but still holds its place. They continue as they move her bra away to expose her mounds more, continuing to rub them.

“Once you get a warm touch, you start to melt. And when you start to melt…” they slide their hand from her thigh to her waist, immediately digging into her pants to feel her panties soaking wet. “You start to make a mess.” They start to rub the panties, taking in the smell she gives off in the void of subtle stars.

Vinyl moans louder than before as the hand decides to dig into her panties and touch her lips, trembling from the sheer thrill. She reaches down to the hand that currently attacks her opening and grasps onto the hand, not daring to stop them from making her continue to melt in their arms. She notices that their hand isn’t rough however, just very soft and smooth.

“That's a good girl.” All of a sudden, the hand rapidly rubs her wet pussy, making Vinyl go over the edge as she spasms, letting her juices flow and soak the hand within.

“Vinyl.” Another voice comes out of nowhere, but this time she recognizes who it is.

“Future?” Future appears in front of her, crouching down to her in the same clothing as she saw him before. This becomes perplexing to her; most of the breaks she had so far, just like this one, only consists of him being the dominant one while she relishes in the satisfaction of his work. But, he has rough hands and muscles; these limbs currently on her didn’t supply such features.

“Look behind you…” Just like that, he vanishes into the void. Since there’s nothing else to do, she might as well find out who’s violating her with gusto this time. She moves her hand up along their arm and continues to feel the softness of their figure until she reaches the bicep, her eyes following the whole way. As soon as she stops there, she eases her eyes over to look at a grey face of a mare with violet eyes and black bangs.

“Tavi?!”