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?!”
“Hey, Vinyl.” Octavia smirks while seeing Vinyl tremble under her touch, the embarrassment taking over her as she didn’t expect the mystery pony to be her. Where did she even come from in the first place? How did she know that Vinyl was going to be here tonight? And why is she touching her? Isn’t she straight?
So many questions run through her head as she feels Tavi slowly pull her hand away from her wet lips, making her body shudder and her tail flow in the same motion. With the faint sound of a door closing loudly, it’s enough to knock Vinyl’s vision away, breaking the blank void down like a wall of bricks to find out… she’s already in the middle of the purple room, Octavia standing right in front of her.
“W-Wait, wha…?” Vinyl feels the clothing on her body still covering her, not hanging off or sitting aside anywhere; it’s left the same way as before she got in through the doorway. A shift of metal behind her catches her attention, turning her head around enough to see Future locking the door behind her, sealing them from the outside world. The music is still audible. Even though it’s slightly muffled by the walls, the music still bashes through with a strong wave to try and break them down.
He moves over by a corner and turns off his earpiece with an audible beep before taking it off and tossing it on a smooth wooden countertop close by, the plastic material releasing a smacking sound in the small room. He then moves towards a red polyester couch close by and sits there patiently, looking over the two mares currently in the middle. Doesn’t he need that earpiece for his job, though?
“We’re good, Tavi.” He takes the room keys out of his pants pocket and tosses them onto the counter as well, this contact being louder than the last. Vinyl was initially at the advantage due to Future obviously wanting her. She could see that from the point she saw him in the bar. But, having Tavi here as well is such a surprise that she can’t take it in at all at the moment… She hasn’t seen her in months.
She still tries to figure out what may be going on that she isn’t aware of. While she does try, Octavia kneels down in front of her kindled friend. The look on Vinyl’s perplexed face shows off something that is coming soon, a sequence that's not of her own being. A smooth wave subtly operates within her heart, waiting for the beat drop to make it follow in an intense tempo only she understands… she just needs somepony to say when.
“Thanks, Future.” Octavia leans in close to Vinyl, giving her a warming hug. Vinyl stops concentrating on the questions in her head and looks down at the feeling of the warm caress of the grey mare currently attached to her. The warmth that Tavi gives transfers to Vinyl’s core, relaxing her muscles at the gentle gesture.
Vinyl pulls her shades off her face and flips them onto her horn, her cerise eyes now in the vision of those who are connecting with her. She immediately returns the gesture and her senses start to soften afterwards. Even though she still finds this confusing, at least she’s not frantically looking for answers anymore.
“Vinyl… it’s so good to see you again.” Octavia pulls away far enough to see Vinyl’s visage, her grin being ever so sublime since they had departed from each other. Vinyl looks back at her, her emotions running through her very veins.
Tavi looks much more different than before. She still has her bangs that she apparently let grow out more than what they usually are, making it look more natural without the cutting edge conditioning acidity. Her body is as firm as ever thanks to her carrying that cello around everywhere for the last few years Vinyl knew her. It pays off well for her slightly toned body.
Having to get everywhere with that heavy piece of work isn’t as easy as she makes it look. But, her commitment to let her emotions flow within her work and make everypony else feel what she feels is what keeps her going. It’s all about the message in her music that she wants to get across. This is what makes her great.
But, what stands out most to Vinyl are Octavia’s mulberry irises. They sparkle like the stars above in the cosmos, the color scheme glinting their beauty to the onlookers who can truly bask in their magnificence. They call out to her, letting her know the most critical detail she never thinks about: the caring gesture they show, the gesture that Octavia shows. And after five months of no contact, she still carries that same spirit within her.
And for the first time in a while, Vinyl becomes truly nervous.
“Tavi… Holy shit. I… I can’t believe you’re here!” She starts to stutter with reason, still in shock that Octavia came all the way from PonyVille to see her.
“Believe it, darling. I’m going to be residing here for the next couple of weeks for a concert I’m hosting. So, you’ll be seeing me for quite a while,” Octavia says as she gets up from the floor, grabbing Vinyl’s hands in her soft ones. Vinyl deliberately mimics her like she’s her image in a mirror.
“But, how’d you know that I was gonna be here tonight?” Octavia entwines her fingers with Vinyl’s as she says this, pulling her a little closer to her body, but not close enough to touch her.
She smells sweet like grapefruit mixed with lavender.
“To my surprise a few days ago, I received notice from somepony that you manifest yourself here every three weeks or so, which by precise timing, explains my informal presence,” Octavia exclaims, her sweet voice being smooth like the tone of a violin.
“Who told you that?”
“The bartender.” This makes the white pony roll her eyes in utter annoyance. As the saying goes, ‘the bartender always knows’. She didn’t even think that she comes in that often for the grey stallion to remember when she comes and goes. At least he doesn’t pay attention to what tasks she prepares herself to do in the whole club. If he does, he’s one nosy spectator.
But even though it somewhat bothers her, it’s not enough to block out her most curious question.
“Well, that’s something… but wait, why were you touching me earlier?” Octavia’s grin only gets wider after the question passes her way.
“I never touched you.”
This answer confuses Vinyl immensely.
“What do you mean you ‘never touched’ me?”
Suddenly, Vinyl feels a couple of rough arms wrapping around her waist while a substantial amount of weight sits on her back. Future’s masculine smell from before fills her nostrils once again as he moves his muzzle to her neck, ruffling her trimmed fur. His boldness makes her gasp breathlessly, like she’s dipping in ice water; she didn’t expect him to inconspicuously be behind her so quickly.
“Think of ‘mystical illusions’ when mixed with magic...” his voice has become more smooth than before, a little more relaxing like the sweet temptation of hot chocolate mixing with smooth caramel. As he explains to her, Tavi removes her hands from Vinyl’s grasp, much to her minor dejection.
“...she was there, but was never there. Recollection is what brings these thoughts of what you endured, like looking at me while I’m in the booth and how my beats touched you; just that alone is what can make any imagination go wild. And all Tavi did was spectate.” Vinyl blushes under her white coat.
The sexy bastard already knew that she was looking at him from the bar earlier, even if she had her shades on at that time? Having to keep up appearance with music in front of a large crowd, it’s almost impossible to focus on any other task when in the booth, other than getting the word from a manager that you’re good for the night, and even still can prove to be a hassle.
“Otherwise, I wouldn’t feel the vibes rub off you from the sound of my music, which leads us to now.”
Maybe that’s why he’s called “Future Vibrations”. It sounds so cheesy now, but he has a point.
“Bu… but, I-” Octavia wraps her arms around Vinyl’s neck, making her look back into her mulberry eyes before pressing her lips against hers, interrupting Vinyl from completing her unfinished sentence. Her body swells with surprising heat as she tries to take on the ambush from her best friend, if that’s what she still considers her at this point.
Tavi pushes her tongue inside of her slightly ajar mouth, exploring the new land of opportunity, to take the chance at colonizing the perimeters of the invaded maw. The sweet taste of watermelon still lingers around the crevices, encouraging Tavi to mine for more of this sweet nectar before pulling away from Vinyl’s cave of wonders.
Vinyl’s body starts to crumble from the obvious attention she’s receiving from Tavi. She didn’t think that she would do something so hasty and inexplicable, but while Tavi’s soft and luscious lips taste so good, it’s plausible for her to not think of such; the only thing she’s thinking about now is when she’ll break under the two dominant forces of unfilled lust. And from this point, Vinyl mentally lifts the anxiety off her shoulders and slams it down with force.
Tavi reluctantly pulls her lips away from Vinyl’s, looking into her soul with her bedroom eyes. She speaks to her with a soft sultry voice, but with a hint of annoyance.
“Just shut up and enjoy this, okay?”
“Okay…” Vinyl whispers her last word before her lips were occupied by her lust filled assailant once again, the experienced tastebuds going in for another wave of divine dominance.
Future moves his hands up from her waist to the top of her jacket, surveying the cotton surface before finding the first button. He unbuttons Vinyl from top to bottom, slowly releasing her from the confinements of her jacket. Once he takes it off, Vinyl can feel her pores deep within her skin breathe in the fresh air they solely desire, cooling her down physically. But being mentally fried of almost any reason, it doesn’t matter much while these two continue to do whatever they please.
The music changes over to something with a bit of jazz soul to it, the snares and the bass of the drums sounding as if they are playing right in the room with them.
Everything happens so fast for the alabaster mare; her best friend locks lips with her with much enjoyment and the stallion behind her already makes imperative moves to see her satisfied, much to her delight.
She wonders if this is all another ruse, like if this is another sick game being played by her emotions. She bets that if she tries to climax once again, something stupid will interfere her progress and prevent such events, becoming just another wild unfilled fantasy. But, this all feels too good to be fake. It makes her break down easily and relax under the sensational touch of these two talented ponies. She hopes to Celestia that this isn’t fake; she doesn’t know if she can take anymore disappointment, especially to this extent.
Tavi pulls away from her and grabs the hem of Vinyl’s shirt, pulling it upwards to take it off; Vinyl cooperates and raises her arms up over her head for the fabric to slide off like shedding skin, leaving her blue polyester bra exposed for her attackers. Tavi kisses along her cheekbone after grabbing a handful of Vinyl’s covered breasts, the softness of the material blocking her from experiencing the fullness of her. Her hand feels so good, Vinyl had to close her eyes and enjoy this sweet caress.
Future starts to unbutton and unzip her pants, pushing his furry trimmed chest onto her back to take in her smell as he does so, Vinyl’s tail swishing softly and gently against his crotch. His nostrils dig into her back to take in her sweet and sweaty scent, not to forget about the smell she gives off already. It’s like he purposely got her ready for tonight and, for the rest of it until now, let’s her marinate on it.
As a response to his actions, Vinyl regains her sense of sight and kicks off her kicks to make it easier for him to pull them all the way off with her help, making Tavi stop fumbling and kissing her for the moment. But, she takes this opportunity to take off her slip-on shoes and pull down her gray rah-rah skirt. By the push of her waistband, she loosens the skirt until it slides down to her ankles to show off her pink lace panties underneath, the fabric slightly wedging inwards to detail her lower lips, her purple clef note cutie mark on her butt cheeks showing who she truly is.
After focusing on taking off her pants, Vinyl eases her eyes upwards to meet Tavi’s, but they lay their attention to the obstruction of fabric that discontinues her progress. This is the closest that Vinyl has ever come to seeing Octavia naked. In the days of them being roomies, she only did this whenever it was just another lazy day for her to relax or when the temperature outside started to rise and her clothes were weighing down her body.
On those times, Vinyl loved to check out those detailed legs of hers, the sweat dampening her fur when it gets hot enough for it to trickle down her trimmed thighs, sparkling in the sunlight. When this happens, she wants to touch her thighs as she pushes the rest of her body on top of her hot sweaty friend, licking her everywhere she can to take in the cold salty taste as Tavi moans in enjoyment, crying her name in absolute bliss as their sweat mix with juices of passion… Oh how she loves that indeed.
Now seeing that she’s made it to second base, the anticipation increases as they continue the night in this unwonted but special illicit tryst. It’s time for her to make a move.
Once she’s back at eye level, Vinyl wraps her arms around Tavi’s lower back and kisses her, pressing her chest against hers to carefully push her down on the nearby red couch before falling onto it with a distinct thud, the force of momentum being enough to knock off Vinyl’s shades and Tavi’s… earpiece?
Then, the realization hits her. Back in the bar with Future…
“You set all this up, didn’t you?” Octavia giggles, grabbing both her earpiece and Vinyl’s purple shades to move them out of their way. She presses down her thumb on the earpiece until she hears a high beep sound, signifying that it’s turned off.
“Geez, Vinyl. For a ‘Master of Mixes’, you sure suck at finding the twist.” She moves her hand down to the bottom of the couch, throwing both accessories under the flaps beneath.
“Shut up, you sexy pony.” Vinyl straddles the mare beneath her and moves her hands down Tavi’s mauve Linen shirt, getting to the first button on the bottom to start off her wonderful quest upon her potential main squeeze.
One.
Two.
Three…
Four…..
She stops on Tavi’s fifth, her eyes examining the already exposed flesh underneath; Tavi isn’t wearing any sort of fabric upon her bosom, her mammaries just waiting there to be touched by the musician. The lust in Vinyl’s eyes can rival that of Celestia when she wants some cake. These last two buttons are the only obstacles delaying her from getting what she wants: the good tender taste of the raw meat she craves.
Fuck going slow, she wants this badly.
Finally, she grabs the placket front of Tavi’s shirt from both sides before roughly pulling them apart, the buttons immediately popping off and falling to the floor in haphazard positions. Tavi can see that Vinyl desires for her, her libido heightening to levels she knows she can break with every article that comes off her so far. And Vinyl knows that she’s loving every moment, even when it’s time to get aggressive.
She pulls back for a good minute to admire the grey figure that is currently under her control, taking in the bodacious body detail. Tavi's got it going on and it's like she's not even trying to hide it. And even if she did, it'll be futile.
Nopony can just walk away from those succulent curves of hers, and from the way on how her shirt rumples under her and adding the ‘extra flavor’ to her already delicious looking core, it makes her look like a tired office executive who successfully seduces her assistants to relieve her stress from the ongoing reports that hit her everyday.
Octavia readjusts herself on the couch to get more comfortable under her turnabout aggressor, along with adjusting her mind and body to realize that Vinyl is the aggressor. Vinyl can see her handing over the wheel, to take her on a journey she’s never gone on before, a journey of unnoticed pleasures with powerful parameters. Whatever happens next is all going to be Vinyl’s doing while Tavi follows her every order. And Vinyl knows she won’t fight against it; leaning in and looking into her mulberry iris, it tells her everything she wants to know… She has the greenlight.
“Fuck me.”
Tavi grabs Vinyl by her mane and drags her down into a sloppy kiss, ruffling her mane to get a feel for her. She closes her eyes to relish in the faint essence of watermelon that still lingers inside of her cave of wonders. The warmth of the kiss is so great and brain frying, it makes Vinyl close her eyes as well, not being able to see Tavi’s beautiful face as she helps herself to the thrill. But even as she melts into the kiss, she still has a job to do.
She shifts her body slowly over to one side to expose some of Tavi’s body. Then, she moves her hand up the grey mare’s chest, tousling her trimmed hair before getting to one of her breasts and gingerly caressing the soft mammary, eliciting a softly muffled moan from the equine as she shifts her legs from the attention. The first hand experience feels amazing. Vinyl’s had sex before, but with her friend? Her best friend? That just takes everything to a whole new level, especially as she knows almost everything that gets her off.
Vinyl may have never gotten the chance to have some hot sex with Tavi, until now of course. But, that doesn’t mean that she doesn’t pay attention to her. She may not say anything, but body language is key.
Vinyl breaks the kiss between them and immediately attacks her vulnerable neck while she squeezes Tavi’s breast, a soft and breathless moan escaping the latter’s lips. The melody changes to a different beat with a smooth sub-bass, but hard kicks and claps that demand attention.
Future makes his presence known by kneeling on the couch behind them, by what Vinyl can tell by the uneven balance of the cushions. He puts his hands on her thighs and rubs his way up that tight ass of hers to her black single note cutie marks, giving her marshmallow cushion a good squeeze on both cheeks and spreading her ass some for her blue panties to dig into her crack.
Vinyl can see what kind of stallion he is: a butt stallion. He loves her tight ass more, how her curves shape her whole body. He wants the fullness of what Vinyl can dish out, he just has to work harder for it. Who doesn’t like a hard worker though? They stay determined in what they’re doing until they get their well-deserved rewards. And if he keeps up this kind of work he’s putting in, Vinyl just may let him be all over her mixtape instead of the cover.
Finally after some fun ass play, he moves his hands along both sides of her hips to hook his thumbs into the straps of her panties, clamping them with a firm grip before pulling them off Vinyl, her wet lips exposing to the cold air, making her shiver with excitement. After tossing them out of his way, he clasps one of his hands onto her rump and grabs her tail with his thumb to move the extension out of his way. Then, he moves his other hand to her hot lips to push and glide just the outsides underneath her with his fingers, making her sigh from the delay he’s stressing.
Vinyl moves her hand down Tavi’s body to explore the rest of her house, detailing the mares expressive core on top of her chest and belly. She keeps going downward until she makes it to her inner thigh, rubbing inwards ever so slowly and closely to her covered lips, making Tavi hum with pleasurable enthusiasm. She tries to squeeze her thighs together to get Vinyl’s hand to actually make contact with her nethers, which succeeds to her slight satisfaction as she flops her ears from the enjoyment. Vinyl snickers while her soft hand gets a feel for her friend’s warm pussy through her panties, the juices damping the fabric the deeper she goes in.
“Eager, aren’t we?”
“Does my persistance show too much?” Her husky voice sounds so cute in this kind of situation. She looks desperate for the giveaway, so Vinyl cuts her some slack. Afterall, she’s more interested in seeing her afterglow.
“Keep going. I love it when you ask me through your actions.”
How quaint it is to hear that from a best friend.
To get to the point, Vinyl frees her hand from Tavi’s thigh trap and digs into her panties, eliciting a gasp from the equine who squirms from the touch of another. It feels more wonderful for Vinyl to explore her friend’s main asset, moving her hand around the insides and outsides, her fingers consensually violating her over and over again, releasing the squishy sounds of hot sticky substance that smack along her tight walls. Octi’s moans of passion push for her to continue this rowdy bombardment with gusto.
She moves her head down to Tavi’s bust, her sensitive horn gliding along her chest as she does so; she subtly shivers from the contact and hopes that neither pony had seen it happen. She has a feeling that Future noticed it immediately however; conjuration seems to be his strong suit as long as music is being played, like how Princess Cadence can notice love from even the most heated of arguments: it’s there, just not fully exploited.
Before Vinyl can put one of Tavi’s upper love buds into her watering mouth, She grunts and groans from the wild sensation she’s getting behind her. She picks her head up off Tavi’s chest to look under her. She looks at her juices flowing down her legs like water cascading off rocks in a stream. The amount of juice becomes greater as she eases her eyes past her luscious alabaster thighs. Then, she sees Future holding her rump at a position just above his neck, getting a good look at her pink lips. She feels this sensation once again, forcing her to lay her head back down.
He’s eating her out.
Vinyl didn’t expect to go this far within the tryst. She hasn’t felt such pleasure like this in a while, so it’s plausible for her to act in such a way that is… incomprehensible?
“So how is he, Vinyl?”
Vinyl moans incoherently as a response to Tavi. Words cannot describe how awesome it feels. But she doesn’t care about responding at the moment. All she wants to do is relish in this thrilling moment of Future’s hot tongue twisting and looping around, in and on her hot pussy. She pushes her ass closer to his face for his tongue to go deeper.
As a response, he moves his body back some and wraps his strong arms around her thighs, pulling her closer in a different position. One good thing is for certain out of this: Vinyl’s face sits just above Tavi’s lower lips now, the juices flowing past her underwear. She motions to take them off, grabbing the laces from one side and pulling on it until it untangles from its own knot, the panties now just laying on and under Tavi, the latter biting her lip from the close encounter.
Vinyl grabs it by the string and pulls it out from underneath Tavi, tossing it somewhere out of the hot bubble. She takes a long gander at her swollen lips. She desperately needs this. It looks too delicious to neglect, too mouthwatering to refuse. The smell is so sweet, the stench lingers and dances along her nose like the smell of fresh pecan pie.
She puts her mouth close to the hot entrance, sticking her tongue out to get that succulent classic taste from the classy cellist. Once she makes contact, her tastebuds catch every detail of her pink flesh and every flavor that comes with it. The taste is so invigorating and delectable, Vinyl can get drunk from it. She wants to have more of it until the supplier just can’t give anymore.
She moves her face closer to Tavi’s snatch, digging her tongue deeper into her, both moaning in bliss from the augmenting pleasure as the music overlaps to a song with a little more inspirational fire amongst its foundation.
The room is filling with just that; moans of pleasure. They all have it in their minds now: there's no turning back from this speeding train. The night is still young and theirs is just beginning. To Vinyl, she hopes to be the one that doesn’t end first. But, it’s so hard when she has a stallion that knows how to use everything besides his dick. Come to think of it, she wonders what he can do with his appendage more than ever as the moment comes close for the sheathed sword to wash her with its presence.
“Vinyl… Oh, fuck yes…” Tavi grabs onto Vinyl’s head and pulls her closer to her pussy, making sure she gets her tongue working hard to appease her frustration; Vinyl can feel her walls tighten around her tongue like a vice grip slowly squeezing her to limit mobility, her moans being more repetitive and sporadic. Then, the most fulfilling orgasm overtakes Octavia, her legs buckling and her body spasming from the overall excitement that she can’t handle; Vinyl accepts her award wholeheartedly, letting the hot sticky liquid pleasure flow onto her tongue, to take in her best friend’s release.
And it tastes so good.
After the intensity of the release is over with, Tavi relaxes her legs and catches her breath, her chest heaving from the creative actions of the white mare. Now, Vinyl awaits her impeccable ending. She awaits for the stallion to finish her off, so she can ride on the train of ecstasy. She’s so close to the edge of bliss, that she wants to jump off and land into the sea of milk and honey, the sweetness of it portraying her afterglow…
But, he stops…
He fucking stops…
Is he trying to mess with her emotions? Because that’s the kind of shit that gets ponies mad. She’s so close and all of a sudden, he quits. He’s delaying her, but why? Why is he mentally killing her like this?
She turns her head back to him, but not enough to actually see his damn beautiful face.
“Dude, what the fuck did you stop for? I’m almost there!” She explains in a husky voice, obviously not playing games with this.
“I’m getting you ready for something else special.” He lifts one of Vinyl’s legs to swing her around and lay on her back, now facing the naked stallion that somewhat looms over her. She never got a clear look at him this whole time, what with Tavi taking over her attention. But, she regrets on missing out what she wanted from him ever since she agreed to the V.I.P. room in the first place.
His body is downright gorgeous. His appendage is perfect. And his eyes? Awe-inspiring. All of this is complete with a white eighth note cutie mark as his true self.
This information makes a chemical reaction that develops inside of Vinyl, compelling her livid attitude to turn soft, her cheeks flushing after realizing what he meant. She moves back a little until she hits Tavi’s chest, the latter wrapping her arm around Vinyl’s waist. She gives Vinyl a wet kiss on the cheek before pulling her closer and in a more relaxing, but vulnerable position.
“He’s a sweetie. But, he can be a little... contemptible at times,” Tavi admonishes the DJ as she unclasps and removes her bra, tossing away the only thing that covered Vinyl to the floor. Future now completely looms over her body, moving his face closer to hers, their hot breathing brushing against each others chest. He lays his penis on top of her pussy, the hot addition putting pressure on top of her clitoris, forcing her to gasp under her breath, his heat radiating like an electric blanket continuing to rise her arousal.
Before he does anything else, he stares into Vinyl’s eyes with astonishment and wonderment.
“Your eyes, I’ve never seen them this close before... They look so amazing, Vinyl.” Vinyl’s cheeks become darker than they were before from the sudden compliment. she didn’t expect a compliment out of this. Mostly, she thought that this is just some special sex provided by the hosting DJ that found someone to fill in for him so he can have his fun for the night. But after hearing those words come out of his mouth, she realizes that it’s not even about the sex anymore, it’s about the special connection she’s having with these two ponies that are riding on this one way trip to rapture, to propel their way to ultimate pleasure that’s stronger than lust: love.
He slowly begins to rub his shaft along her pussy and against her love bud, applying more pressure towards her sweet spot to hear those succulent moans again, encouraging him to continue by grabbing her horn firmly in his hand. This action compels Vinyl to sharply gasp and squirm under him as she tries to squeeze her legs together, only to be suppressed by his grinding body and member, the sensation becoming hotter as she cringes from the excitement. He still looks at her and adds a sly grin to his curious eyes.
“I can’t wait to fuck you and see how many more expressions they can give me.”
Please don't be fake, please don't be fake, please don't be fake…
In a swift move, he enters inside of her. The warmth of his member fuels Vinyl’s ongoing excitement as her walls try to accommodate his mass. Sweet Celestia, It feels so good to her. She’s finally getting what she’s been craving for this whole time from him: some good dick. But, she didn’t know that this sort of quick action from the stallion is enough to actually get her to realize that this is no game, that this is no fantasy. This is real and happening right now. Vinyl’s response is a well surprising gasp.
“Oh, f-” Future immediately shuts her up by pressing his hot lips against hers, letting her release the rest of her newfound frustration within his wet ingress. She can taste herself on his lips, the residue of her unkempt overflow still stained on the outsides. It fills her with so much excitement as she bears her own taste; it’s so dirty, but it’s so good.
He thrusts faster after Vinyl wraps her arms around the back of his neck, clenching onto dear life as he rides her hard with rhythm, their thighs slapping against each other to signify the pounding, their bodies grinding and tousling their trimmed hairs to look messy. What makes things more interesting is that Tavi moves her hand down to Vinyl’s pussy and rubs her love bud, driving her mad in this sweaty sandwich. Vinyl pulls away from the hot kiss, eliciting a beautiful moan to their tuning ears, letting them relish in her mannerisms. She doesn’t know if she can take it any longer. And after Tavi decides to roughly rub her clit expeditiously, it confirms her feelings.
She spasms and tightens her hold on the stallion, her walls closing in on Future as she gives a sweet and succulent moan close to his ear, forcing him to slow down, let go of her horn and shudder in ecstasy in a way that she hasn’t seen him do until now, cursing under his breath. he looks so cute while he lets his guard down for a quick second. But, it’s not enough for him to go down, much to her delight.
Without pulling out, He wraps his arms around Vinyl and pulls her close to his chest before falling backwards onto the couch; Vinyl takes this opportunity to move all of her force to her pelvis for when the time comes right. And as it comes to them hitting the couch, she uses the momentum of the fall to slam down hard on his member, making him bottom out inside of her.
They both moan loudly from the hard contact, their horns grinding each other and pushing their stimulation to the limit, their eyes closed shut from the deed. The shock becomes one thrilling and awesome sensation that washes over them. Vinyl thought that she had enough from just him assaulting her, but he was just holding back what he actually can deliver. With this move, he completely hits her G spot with unaltered acceleration, filling Vinyl’s cup to the brim. She curses under her breath, her pants lacing her voice as she looses breath after every word she speaks.
“Fuck, that feels good...”
After they sit there for what feels more like minutes rather than seconds, relishing in the sweet deprivation of breath, Vinyl puts her hands on Future’s sweaty chest and straddles his thighs, her tail brushing against his legs. Now, she takes over the critical role of dominance. She has the opportunity of working this stallion off, to show a demonstration of what would’ve happened if he found her sooner, to let her pussy powers activate a certain part of his brain to say ‘she’s going to rock my fucking world’.
Tavi comes beside Future and gets on the couch again, crouching above his head before sitting above his forehead, her juicy pussy grinding his horn to tease him and herself, moaning softly from the contact. Vinyl looks at her with astonishment, wishing that she was in Future’s place right now. The creativity that she shows is so broad and demanding as her hand runs the top of his horn, like it’s the tip of his dick. She continues to rub herself with his narrow and sensitive adornment before lifting herself over it and letting his addition slide inside of her wet access point, her whole body shivering in pleasure.
Her sigh sounds so relaxing and anxious, like she’s happy that it went in, but wonders why it hasn’t gotten her off yet. Of course, Vinyl finds a solution that over exceeds her expectations. She leans closer to Tavi and starts off with what she didn’t finish: sucking her sweet nipples.
As a response from the two participants, Tavi leans back so vinyl can have more room to work with, her body automatically flowing in undulation. And fully aware, Future grabs onto Vinyl’s ass and repeatedly pulls and pushes her on his member, deciding to take over some of the control while she gives attention to Tavi.
The music slowly blurs until it’s completely silent. The music no longer matters; there’s just too much action going on for them to even make it obtainable to grasp at this point. The noise of their bodies slamming and rubbing against each other and the squishy sounds of accomplishment overlaps everything that doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is the tremble inducing moans that makes them want to release quicker than they expect, letting each others heat be known in the now steamy room. The smell of sweat and lotion lingers in the room to mark their glorious event.
Vinyl stops sucking on Tavi’s mammary and leans closer to kiss her on the lips, getting a taste for those delicious lips again, following her rhythm to make it a smooth connection for a sweet delivery. Then, she moves her hand down immediately to her hot snatch to attack her clitoris as a dosage of revenge, rubbing Tavi hard and fast like she did Vinyl. Such actions force Tavi to quickly restrain from the kiss, moaning from the sufferable orgasm that washes across her body with more force than the last, letting go of all feeling in her body.
She slips off of Future’s horn, the evidence of hot cream coating the visible bone. Now it’s just Vinyl and Future, the only two that are standing in this heat of passion. Now that he has her undivided attention, she can focus on trying to get him off tonight, to get him to say her name in ecstasy as he struggles with maintaining his stress. She plans on trying to destroy him: failure is not tolerated.
He wraps his arms around her back and pulls her body closer to his, pressing his lips against hers. Vinyl accepts this and takes it further by pushing her tongue inside his mouth, taking over his whole mouth by complete superiority, moaning breathlessly into his mouth as he pumps faster into her trap. He makes sure to grab a great amount of her ass and squeezes hard with one hand, using the other to slap her hard a few times, getting her riled up for the finale that is soon to come.
She pulls away from his hot mouth, the saliva disbanding between them. She relaxes her eyes and starts to moan incoherently again, her tongue lolling out from her mouth. He’s so good. Where did he come from and why didn’t Vinyl see him sooner? Did he come as a gift from Luna from all those days of unsatisfied wet dreams? Did she know that she needed some good loving?
If so, she owes her one.
“You want it in or out?” he inquires, panting hard as he says this. He must be getting close.
“Don… stop. J-just… do it!” she finally gets across, her brain no longer working at this point. And why should it? If he’s doing great work, them let him continue until his job is done. For now, she just wants to ride on his plane until it takes her all the way to the unknown.
But in a quick second, Vinyl moves herself forward a little to get to his horn and grabs the sensitive addition, making him shudder. After she licks Tavi’s cum off his horn, her tongue entwining and slithering all around to get every bit of it, it’s enough to make Future strengthen and tighten his arms around the soft DJ.
With a loud exhausted grunt, the excessive stress that has been riding him all night, the stress that Tavi and Vinyl prolonged until they found satisfaction; it all transfers to Vinyl, the heat being over the top, like she’s a turkey roast being filled with hot delicious stuffing. The immoderate amount is plenty to make her moan in pure bliss from the warm feeling of sloshing goodness, making her squeeze more around him to dry him out as she releases on his member, their contents commingling in the afterglow.
Tired, she relaxes her muscles and lay on top of the stallion, relishing in her own misery, but also feeling imprudent. Damn, that was some good sex. But, why did she do exactly to make this so? Now there’s a possibility of her getting knocked up from this frivolous round.
“Damn, Vinyl. Look at what you made me do...” He rubs his hand on her cutie mark, forming his point across as her tail swishes calmly from left to right. She hums softly from the contact, the movement of her butt also sliding his soft member inside of her. He pulls her up until his wet flaccid appendage slides out of her, his sperm leaking past her outer walls. Now that her face looms just over his, she looks into his face and stares into a couple of bedroom eyes filled with unaltered lust, his lips looking calm instead of quivering from the thought of having a running little one. Is he getting off to this?
She speaks softly, following along. “Why’d you listen to me?”
“At this point, I’d do anything for you.” Vinyl leans closer to him by wrapping her arms around his neck, her lips being close to his enough to glide off with every word she speaks next.
“Like staying with me?”
He looks away from her for a second, chuckling under his breath like he’s having second thoughts. Is he having second thoughts?
“Maybe, if you want me too.” He reverts his eyes back to Vinyl. He’s definitely getting off to this. To sweeten the deal, she whispers.
“Why not, daddy?” she kisses him again, not breaking eye contact as they make this special seal. Even though it’s not official, it’s spiritually set as time can only tell, thanks to her well accredited ‘plugin’.
As this happens, she hears a subtle hum in the distance, must be Tavi getting up from this point. Maybe she was knocked out for a minute there? Vinyl doesn’t know for sure, but she knows that Tavi had one hell of a night.
As for Vinyl, it was like she went to a different universe and came back with a word to tell her fellow ponies of the great beginnings they will have if they go there. From how amazing she feels right now, she gives credit where credits due. Future surprises her by having Tavi come out of nowhere and the latter in turn shows her true self. Come to think of it…
“Tavi, how come you never told me you were bisexual?” Vinyl asks her, watching her put on her clothing again from bottom to top, her minorly tattered shirt already on and somewhat drenched in her sweat. She gets off Future to do the same, the latter also doing such actions after getting off the warm couch.
“Because you were such a horn dog, Vinyl; still are even after this.” Vinyl looks at her in disbelief, but she immediately chills down and shrugs. She’s not going to deny it, she does have a valid point.
“I may be a horn dog, but I’m your horn dog, Octi...” Now fully clothed, she walks over to the mare who tries to somewhat fix the top of her shirt; it’s futile, but she gives it a shot anyway. “By the way, how do you and Future know each other?”
Octavia moves over to the counter as Future is just now scraping up the keys, looking inside one of the drawers for something to keep it together and still presentable, but she gives some indication of paying attention by answering.
“Well, we met in Manehattan in a music festival a few months months ago. I was there hosting with a few other contributors to show everyone in the modern generation that classical orchestrated music is still the backbone of the rowdy music today…” She luckily finds a safety pin inside. She grabs it and sticks the needle under her collar from one end to the other, locking it in place.
“Before we did our show, he was there already performing for the populace that likes his style. I didn’t like a couple of songs that he played at first, but one of them afterwards caught my interest.” She moves away from the counter and goes to the couch, kneeling down and reaching under the flaps to get Vinyl’s purple shades and her earpiece. She hands the glasses to her, which Vinyl puts them back on her horn. Afterwards, she warns Future before chucking the earpiece to him, to which he chuckles and catches it, putting it in his pocket. Maybe it’s toward this little trip down memory lane, to which Vinyl finds amusing.
She chuckles in response to her little ‘love story’. Knowing Octavia, of course it’s going to involve music.
“How?”
“Even though it was trap music, it changed my perspective on the genre; he used actual acoustic instruments in his instrumental...” Tavi looks over to Future on one side of the room, watching him put on his signature cap before turning back to Vinyl. “It consisted of the original use of a baby back piano as its foundation, adding some well placed violins and shallow harps. It surprised me that he added some specific hits and bass that worked well with it, enough to try and talk to him and find out how he did it.”
She walks slowly with Vinyl to the door, seeing Future next to it already.
“Y’all ready to go?” he asks as he opens the door to the stairs, the music being more audible.
“Yeah, we’re ready. Let’s go, Vinyl.” Tavi says, grabbing her hand and dragging her along down the stairs. While Vinyl copes with the undeniable fact that Tavi is actually touching her by sheer willpower, they continue while Future locks the door behind them.
“I interviewed him. Something about him gave off a chill vibe, like I can really relax around him. I find out later in the conversation that he indulges in orchestrated music; this gave me the opportunity to ask him to join me in my show, to which he accepted.” Once down the stairs, she opens the door to the club, the light being the same as it was. But, it seems that someone else took over as a whole different genre takes over; Alternative Rock.
Really, it’s just about the same as other genres, but being more underground than mainstream. It’s great, but the genre changed its meaning some time ago to something else entirely different; biggest reason on why it sounds more like mixed tropical music and trap than most things now.
Vinyl flips back on her shades as the both of them walk out into the area while Future follows close behind, closing the door behind them and putting up a sign in front of the door to mark its inaccessibility until further notice. It’s great to have that around after an event like that. Can’t have other ponies walking into that noticeable wreck.
“After the show, we kind of… talked a little more to the side. One thing led to another, and here we are now,” she finishes as she walks with grace to the front door. Nice way to start a relationship, but what kind of talking did she mean? Vinyl shrugs, not caring that much about it as she wants to; she’s too tired to try.
Vinyl follows just behind Octavia, Future finally catching up to them.
“Well ladies, I got some stuff to talk about with Lost hope, the owner.” Future nods towards his direction at the bar. They look at the grey pony as he tries to pick up on a blue unicorn mare that looks like a magician, having a long pointy hat and long cape with the same moon and star patterns, also sporting some nice stilettos to strut around and reel in some deserving eyes.
He must’ve said something bad, considering his face is now covered in red wine as she leaves his presence.
They look back up at Future chuckling, who is considering consolation over business after that fiasco. However, he shakes it off and looks back at them. “Anyway I got to get this done. I’ll see you two later. Enjoy yourselves.”
Giggling from the last remark, they nod and turn around walking out the door to the now quiet night, nobody being up front to wait in line. But before Vinyl can walk three steps away from the front door of the establishment, Future calls for her.
“Vinyl, by the way...” Before she could try to turn around, Future wraps an arm around her waist and grabs her ass, surprising her by giving her cheek a good squeeze. He leans close to her ear and says a few words that makes her face dark red from sudden excitement, something that she didn’t expect.
“I told you I was gonna fuck you until you started speakin’ stupid. I’ll be seein’ you real soon.”
Author's Note
There's your five seconds of fame, JustAnotherEarthPony. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this as much as I did creating this story. Greatly appreciated if you have any comments that y'all would love to give to this hobbyist.
See y'all next time!
P.S.: Damn, that took forever. My bad for being such a slow writer, but patience is a virtue. Thanks for waiting!
