Berry Punch staggered forward. "Maybe that third, um, sixth? Something with a three, that many..." She leaned up against a barrel, the world spinning around her. She heard somewhere that a good sky gazing could clear the mind. Turning her eyes upwards, her mouth hanging a little, she saw something odd.

Two ponies, coming straight for her. One of them was good ole' Derpy, in the process of derping it all up again. Hugging her from behind was Time Turner. Wait, was that a... hug? Berry squinted, trying to make it out. "You crazy girl." She sat on her haunches, laughing manically. "Seriously? Is that even legal?"

Turner was entirely unaware of Berry's witness to his desperate moment. He reached low around Muffins, teasing around her mostly hidden teats in time with his quick pushes into her heavenly interior. What would it take to properly please his new marefriend, and not smash into the ground? He didn't know, but he wasn't ready to give up just yet.

Muffins was in her own world. She squealed as she felt his hooves gently brushing sensitive flesh. The rigorous pounding of her was exquisite, but the greater pleasure was knowing that the doctor mounting her really cared for her. It was great all over, her entire form alive with completion. It was so much, too much. She wailed, a distorted siren for those listening below as her entire body clenched and convulsed, hitting its proper peak as she hadn't felt in so long.

Her wings sprang free, going wide and stiff. They caught the wind quite suddenly and she came to an abrupt and complete halt. Shame Time Turner didn't.

He slipped from her when she stopped without warning, yanked from her in all possible ways. He gave a panicked scream as he plummeted to the ground, his hooves flailing wildly.

Berry tilted her head up at them. "Finders Keepers." She hopped up to her hooves and moved to the left, then the right, trying to put herself just under the falling stallion. "Come here, you stud..."

Turner squinted against the oncoming wind. The ground was coming all too quickly. Wait, was there someone down there? Yes, it was Berry Punch. "Get out of the way!" he shouted down at her. Flattening both of them would hardly help.

Up above, Muffins let out a happy little sigh, contentment ruling her form. "Thank you so much, Doctor." She looked over her shoulder and saw he wasn't there. "Doctor? Time?" She spun in place, looking for her missing paramour.

Berry giggled softly. She couldn't make out what Turner was saying, but he was shouting something. "He wants me!" She threw out her hooves wide and stood up just in time to receive him. They were thrown to the ground with the force of Turner's plummet, bouncing off the dirt with the tremendous impact. Fortunately for Time Turner, she served as an adequate cushion. Though he felt sore in places he was normally not aware of, he was breathing.

He groaned as he pushed up on his hooves, them on either side of Berry's still form. "Oh my..." Had... "Berry? Please tell me you're alright..." He perked an ear and shoved it against her chest. He didn't hear anything. Panic surging, he put both of his hooves against her chest and started thumping her. "Wake up! Wake up, damn you!" He would not live his life knowing he'd flattened a mare.

"Doctor!" came an excited voice as Muffins swooped down and came for a landing beside them. "Where'd you go!?"

"No time, Muffins." He leaned in and pressed his lips to Berry's, breathing into her still lungs.

"Are you... kissing her?" She blinked slowly. Jealousy flared bright, but fizzled almost as quickly. Berry wasn't moving. Her eyes were closed and she was limp beneath Time Turner. The realization of what was going on came to her like a splashing of ice water. "O-oh no! No no no no!" She danced from hoof to hoof, looking around in a panic. "Save her!"

"Trying. 1, 2, 3..." He had gone back to compressions, trying to coax some life from her still form. "Muffins, go to the hospital, get help."

"R-right." She spread her wings, but didn't fly. "Wait, Doctor! Didn't you say you had your zappy thing?"

"Zappy... thing? Oh!" He reached into his pocket with his snout and came out with his curious little multi-tool. "Excellent idea." It crackled to fitful life, arcs of electricity jumping from it before he plunged it down on the unconscious mare's chest. Blinding light forced them to close their eyes a moment.

Berry jumped and shook from the force of the jolt before a ragged gasp escaped her lips. "Oh wow, that was a good hit." Her eyes opened and her breathing resumed at a softer pace. "Anyone get the number of that cart?" That was when she noticed she had a stallion on top of her. Her stallion. "Ah ha!" She wrapped her hooves around the stunned doctor and hugged him tight. "I caught you, fair's fair!"

"Group hug!" Muffins dived onto the two and hugged them both eagerly. "I'm so happy you're alright."

Berry kissed the mare's snout pressed close to herself. "Well, shoot. I thought I'd have to fight you for him, but if this is turning into one of those three-way things, I'm not complaining."

Derpy sat up with a confused expression. "What?"

Time Turner took the momentary lull to slip away himself, sitting down a short distance away. "Look, um, Miss Punch, I'm glad you are alright. I certainly didn't mean to make such an... entrance. Are you certain you're not hurt?"

Berry sat up with a little pout. "I was happier when I was buried in ponies." A wave of nausea suddenly rushed up from her belly and she scrambled to her hooves, barely getting a few steps before much of what she drank was sent splashing against the ground in a great voiding of her abused stomach. "Oh wow... maybe just a few too many."

Muffins stepped after the other mare. "Are you... alright?"

Berry spun back to face them, a foreleg over her snout. "Oh, yeah, just... a little partied out."

"Really, Miss Punch." Time Turner shook his head as he moved to offer a supporting hoof. "You need to get yourself home."

She leaned up against him, half draped over him. Her nose wriggled before she buried her snout in his mane. "You smell nice... Are you coming with me? We can all go to my place."

Muffins frowned as she approached. "He does smell nice, but that's my nice smell." The frown eased a little, noticing how weakly Berry hung off of Time Turner. "Look... let's go, back to your place. You need to lay down."

Turner nodded in agreement. "She's absolutely correct. Come on." He nudged himself under her suddenly, hoisting her up onto his back. "Allons-y! Off we go." He stepped into a lively trot towards her home. "Come on, Muffins. I think she could use a pair of helping hooves."

"Of course, Doctor." She trotted up beside him, smiling. It wasn't how she imagined her first time with the doctor would end, but she was with him, and they were united. She could think of so many worse ways to go. Her cheeks suddenly colored as she leaned in closer. "By the way, you were, um... very good."

"Dibs on the next shot," suddenly cried out Berry Punch before she flopped back across Time Turner, muttering something lost in her haze.

She bobbed her head in time with the music being played in her headphones. Silent to the rest of the world, she ran a hoof across the portion of her record collection she had brought with her. Vinyl considered a moment before selecting one. It floated up under her power and landed lightly on a turntable. She gave it a little spin, producing a discordant squeal, and she just nodded.

"Everything alright?" A stallion approached her with perked ears. "The speakers are all hooked up right?"

Vinyl gave a firm nod to him and adjusted her glasses. She held up a hoof and bobbed it once, twice, and on the third time the turntable began to roll properly. Music began to come free, playing the original song the record held for just a precious moment before her hoof came down to distort it, making it jump and dance to her practiced touch. A second record came up to join it, both hooves working manically across the two to produce a beat worth listening to. Just as it was getting good, it stopped. She lowered her hooves.

The stallion laughed at it. "Saving the good stuff for tonight? That's fine. With the famous DJ-Pon3 in the house, I doubt I have a thing to worry about." He slapped her on the shoulder with a hoof. "I'll hear you tonight." He ambled off with a pleased look on his face.

Vinyl's eyes dipped back to her selection of discs, considering them before noticing something amiss. She knew her collection well. That was not part of it. Her magic wrapped around the odd cube and pulled it free. "What the..." Speaking before a performance could be bad luck, but to hell with that. "What is this thing." She turned it this way and that, but she couldn't make heads or tails of it until she spotted a small metal stud poking out of one end, just the right size for a record. "No way!" Searching harder, she found the sound plugs. It was a record player!

With a big smile, she set it down beside the two she had brought with her and got to hooking it up to her sound system that the speakers of the club. A record player that interesting looking? "You must make all kinds of crazy noise." She grabbed one of the records off of her existing players and placed with all due reverence upon her newer player. "Did 'Tavia get you for me? That mare is absolutely the best!" She willed the player to begin, and it began spinning the disc.

Giggling with expectation, Vinyl looked for a pin to lower, but there was none. Her look of joy turned to confusion, but suddenly sound began to ring out loud and clear. The record was playing. She shrugged her shoulders softly. Magic, why overthink it? It was a quality play. "But now let's see how you dance" She lowered a hoof to the record and gave it a spin. It slid smooth as butter. It didn't scratch at all. The play simply moved with the speed of her motions. Her insides fluttered as an unseen magic flowed through her. "That was... amazing." She propped up her goggles a little before she shook her head out.

She had to feel that again! She got the base beat going and began to play with the track of the disc on her new players. That internal shifting felt like she was being rocked to the same beat she was crafting, and it was hypnotic and wonderful with every thrumming pulse. "I'm gonna drop this beat so hard," she spoke through clenched teeth and a face of determination. It wasn't play time, but she didn't care. She had to play more, and harder. She had to feel that aching pulse of naked music itself running through her body, making her feel more and more alive with every step.

With some willpower, she raised a hoof free of the record. It was too early. She would bust out her new player in the middle of the session that night and rock people's worlds. With a growing grin, Vinyl got to making sure everything was perfect, ignoring the heat that had built up behind her. There was no time for that. Her truest passion had need of her, and she tried not to keep the mares of her life waiting if she could help it.

Author's Note

So! As you may guess, Berry and Finishing won, with DJ-Pon3 coming in right behind. There is no vote this time, as we'll be pressing on with her performance. Any other option would just... feel odd. How will her music be received?

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