Sweepers

Another job well done. Not a particularly normal job for the average pony to be sure, but for Sharktooth it was all in a day’s work. One corrupted businessman, several outside accomplices, a failed trade and a couple of designer briefcases worth of illegal substance, all neatly wrapped and ready to be picked up by the authorities. All she had to do was follow the white rabbit down the hole and work her magic from there on, and score another one for the good guys.

Even if those stallions outdid her in numbers, height, weight and burliness, it was all too easy to slam their faces to the pavement and leave them gasping for air. What about guns? Pah, bullets never killed her before, fat chance they would’ve this time. Even if she took one, it would just leave another scar as a memento, a reminder of what kind of life she lead. A dirty, dangerous life that would probably be the death of her sooner or later, but she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Sharktooth didn’t have an official title when it came to her job, but she referred to it as “a Sweeper”. Part of an underground task force, regulated by higher ranked officials. Essentially a grunt to the higher ups, one who took care of the dirtiest, dankest jobs that required a bit more subtlety than screeching sirens and flashing lights, including drug busts, infiltration, the occasional interrogation and yes, in the most extreme cases, assassinations. Because of her rather sensitive and inflammatory position, she had to sign a waiver to keep her occupation a secret or be immediately ejected. If she were to fall during a mission, those closest to her would be given a false explanation on the cause of her death. Her true fate wouldn't be made available to anyone but those who needed to know. As bad as it all sounded, Sharktooth was perfectly content with this path in life. What else was she going to do? As far as she was concerned, she was scum, and busting heads was her one true calling, her true talent. Plus the pay was pretty good.

Not only that, Shark was not alone on this path. She had a partner, one she’d known since they were both just little brats. Her name was Vertigo. She was excentric to say the least, a troublemaker, a loudmouth, a fool and an insufferable pervert to name a few of her character flaws. Still, despite all that, she was a professional, and diligent enough to keep her head down when she had to. More importantly to Sharktooth, Vertigo was her best friend, and she trusted her against all odds.

All of that was why Sharktooth was sitting in that hotel room chair, a glass of recreational whiskey in her hand, in complete silence. Her eyelids were growing heavy. She didn’t catch much sleep last night for reasons that still dwelled in her mind. They were not negative thoughts, far from it. Last night was one of the most interesting ones she ever had in her life. She could still smell her and taste her. She sat meditating on those feelings she felt in that moment, ones that made her bite her lower lip and made her heart throb. She could’ve sworn she even blushed at the recalling of it. All in all, it was kind of a miracle her job that day went smoothly with everything that was working against her.

That was when the hotel room door opened and her train of thought was suddenly ripped to shreds. The inferno haired shark mare turned her head with half open eyes and saw that dark blue pegasus walk in.

“Honey, I’m home!”

Such a typical thing for her to say. “You’re still alive,” Shark answered hoarsely before sipping on her whiskey.

Vertigo threw her jacket on the bed and she followed suit, plopping down onto the soft mattress. The long chain hanging from her baggy pants rattled as she did and she stretched herself long. She groaned for a bit, taking off the baseball cap she nearly always wore, releasing her medium length red-orange mane. Her black shirt was wide and spacious, obviously meant for males, with the words “Knuckle Head” printed on the front with big, bold letters.

“I had a long and hard day,” she started, her hands behind her head, “then I come home and find you drinking and no dinner on the table. I don’t think this marriage is working out.”

Sharktooth scoffed and shook her head. “Put a ring on this finger, sunshine,” she retorted, before flipping her the bird.

“When I can afford one, hun,” Vertigo said with a grin. She sat up straight on the bed’s edge. “So, how was your bender last night? Caught anything good?”

“The fuck you goin’ on about?”

The blue furred mare gave her the slyest of grins as she stared her down. “Oh come on, you go out and hit the town without me, you must’ve been up to something. What lady could resist your sharkish charms? Those teeth alone are enough to make their panties drop,” she replied in a tone that made it hard to tell whether she was joking or not.

Shark grumbled and looked to the side, toward the window. “Don’t be ridiculous, ya bloody muppet. I went on me own because you blew me off.”

“Hey, I was busy, alright? Duty calling and all.” Vertigo got up and stretched her wings. “Besides, if you’re going out to hunt for ass, I wanna be there!”

“Vertigo, I swear, keep talkin’ and I’ll break yer wings and throw you out the window.”

The pegasus could not contain her laughter. Meanwhile Sharktooth could feel the heat rising in her face. She was doing her best to hide it.

“You’ve got that look in your eyes. 'Got crunk, got laid’ is what it tells me. You can’t hide that from me.”

Shit, was she really that easy to read, or was Vertigo just guessing? Either way, she had to act carefully or her cover would be blown. Shark just tried to keep her cool and took another sip from her drink. It was for reasons like this that she wanted to punch her in the face sometimes, and actively did from time to time.

Then, Vertigo walked behind Sharktooth’s chair with her arms behind her back, replicating some kind of interrogation scene. “So, on a scale from one to ten, how hot was she?”

The dark green mare clenched her eyes shut in annoyance. She grumbled. “Listen 'ere, you tit! I went out, had a few pints by the beach and came back, that’s it. Nothing else happened, so shut yer gob!”

Vertigo leaned in over her shoulder. “Big tits you say?” she chirped.

Enough was enough. Swift as a beartrap and just as powerful, Sharktooth put her in a firm headlock, causing Vertigo to yelp. Her left, muscular arm choked her out good as the pegasus tried to struggle free to no avail. “You’re gettin’ on mine! So, are we gonna keep talkin’ ‘bout this?” she growled.

“F-fine!” she sputtered. “Uncle! Uncle!”

Shark released her from the chokehold and Vertigo reeled back, coughing and gasping for breath. “Jeez, you don’t need to get violent about it. Now I believe you even less!”

“Believe what you wanna believe, I don’t care,” the dark green mare said as she emptied her glass of whiskey down her throat.

“Heh, obviously,” she said as she popped her neck back in place. “But I’m not gonna be left out, and I sure as hell ain’t gonna lose to you!”

Sharktooth sighed in exasperation as she continued. “It’s my turn to paint the town red! You can come too, but only if you promise not to get in my way. Maybe you’ll learn a thing or two.”

At this statement , Sharktooth couldn’t help but chortle, knowing that Vertigo was about as smooth as sandpaper when it came to picking up girls. It was a little bit cute how hard she tried, and by cute she meant sad. As amusing as watching her bumble around would be, she had to decline.

“You can go by yerself, I’m knackered. I’m gonna have a kip.”

Vertigo blinked a few times, an expression of confusion on her face. “You’re gonna have a what?”

“A nap. I’m goin’ to bed.”

“Well, why don’t you just say that?” she said while shrugging her shoulders.

“Whatever. Just make sure you're back here in time. We’re leavin’ at 8 in the mornin’.”

“Yes mom, you just make sure you don’t oversleep,” the rowdy pegasus girl grinned while putting her jacket back on, “or I’m waking you up my way.”

That could probably mean a lot of things, none of them pleasant. Shark just rolled her eyes, laid down on the bed on her back and closed her eyes. “Just get the fuck outta here.”

Vertigo put her cap back on and turned it backwards so two locks of her hair hung from the opening. She then walked to the window and opened it, looking over the evening sky of the city. She raised one foot up on the windosill, held on to the frame and looked over her shoulder. “See you later then, Sharky!”

“Yeah, have fun,” she yawned with one eye open.

With that, Vertigo launched herself out of the window. After a short dive, her wings flapped and caught the draft of warm summer evening air underneath her, lifting her easily. In no time, she was cleaving through the air at breakneck speeds, her jacket flapping in the wind.

“WOO-HOO!!!”

Sharktooth was finally left alone. She relished in the quiet time she got every now and then. Still, she couldn’t stop thinking about the whole situation just now. She just saw right through her lies. With how different their personalities were, Shark sometimes forgot that Vertigo knew her better than anyone else in the world, and vice versa. She smiled, chuckling to herself.
“She fuckin’ left the window open… That cunt…”

Even for a pegasus, Vertigo adored flying. Why use your legs when you have those awesome appendages attached to your back that can carry you through the sky at blazing speeds? Another thing she loved doing was show off, both in the air and on the ground. Flying straight was for chumps; Vertigo preferred to go freestyle. Slaloms, aileron and barrel rolls, loops, nosedives, you name it, she probably did it.

The warm air made flying so pleasant and her wings felt in amazing shape. Still, she had no real idea where she was going. She knew she was heading into town, but with no particular destination in mind, she scouted the area with a bird’s eye view to find out where the party was at.

Then, her eyes lit up and a smile grew on her face. There, a bit further down the street was some sort of nightclub. Perfect! As she approached and her altitude decreased, she noticed two very fine specimens standing just outside. Even more perfect! She landed not too far from them. She heard the slight droning of EDM coming from inside, but the place didn’t seem particularly bustling. No line or anything. Probably because it was a weekday. All the better, that meant she had a good chance of getting inside.

Vertigo shifted her attention to the two mares standing outside. One was a yellow unicorn and the other a brown-orange earth pony, both wearing very alluring outfits. Short skirts, high heels, nice thighs, oh my! Her eyes leered down to their butts and she checked them out thoroughly. Not bad at all. Not very big, but firm, and the tightness of those skirts complimented their curves quite well. Pretty good start overall. After she was done feasting her eyes, she approached them with her usual cheeky smile.

“Excuse me, ladies!” she said as she threw her arms around both of their necks, catching them by surprise. It’s not that they didn’t notice her standing there before, but she was a total stranger. They quickly assumed she was drunk. She wasn’t.

“Quick question. Do I need to be on some kind of list to get inside this joint?” she asked.

“Ehm… no…” the young unicorn responded, still not sure what was going on.

“Really? Phew, that’s good news,” she sighed in obviously exaggerated relief. “You see, I ain’t from around here, so I’m not on any lists just yet.”

Well, maybe a blacklist.

“So, maybe you girls can show me around the place? I could buy you a drink for your troubles,” she proclaimed with a grin, eyeing the both of them.

The two mares looked at each other, both frowning. They both knew the answer to that offer.

“N-no, sorry,” the earth pony replied. “We were actually just leaving…”

“D’aww, that’s a shame.” Vertigo released them from her embrace and headed for the entrance. “Well, you ladies have a good night then, I’ll explore on my own. Looking fine, by the way!” she winked at them and signed out, vanishing into the building.

As soon as she was gone, the two mares turned to each other and broke out laughing uncontrollably. “What the hell was that?” the unicorn said with a guffaw.

“Weirdo!” the earth pony remarked.

“More like perverted creep! Who does she think she is?”

“I know right?”

They couldn’t stop snickering in amusement.

Meanwhile, Vertigo passed the bouncer without any fuss. She praised herself lucky that she avoided the rush, and that this wasn’t some kind of place where you needed to adhere to some kind of dress code or they’d have turned her ass back to the streets at first glance. Vertigo was not a snob, and she’d be damned if she conformed to some arbitrary standard. She came here to have a good time, not feel like a whore who compromised her own ideals, whatever those were.

As she walked into the main room, she immediately began to scout it. As she figured, it wasn’t exactly packed, but there was enough activity and ambiance for her. The ceiling and walls were well decorated with many blue lights, and paired with the smooth, clean finish on every surface, Vertigo felt like she was walking inside some futuristic spaceship. A couple of folks were getting drunk at the bar and some particularly good looking chicks were standing at the edge of the dancefloor, some of them wearing rather revealing outfits. Guess they didn’t get the memo it wasn’t weekend, but that didn’t matter to Vertigo. She got her eye candy and she was happy about that. It was hard to tell because of the darkness and flashing lights, but there were definitely more peeps out there, getting down on the floor, so to speak.

The sweeping, seamlessly mixed Electro House music was pounding from the many speakers dotted around the club. There was definitely a DJ at work here, as she could faintly see a silhouette standing behind the turntables in the back, every time the spotlights behind them positioned themselves properly.

“Well then, time to see what’s on the chopping block,” she said to herself. With her head bobbing to the beat, she ventured deeper into the dark hall of noise. Along the way, her gaze became momentarily locked on the rump of a cute looking mare in a tight cocktail dress. She deliberately grazed past her, only barely avoiding collision, and the mare took notice of this.

“Whoops!” In a swift motion and without slowing her stride, she turned around and winked at her. “Sorry ‘bout that, babe!”

What she got was the usual puzzled look and a small smile, and she just kept strutting on. As she kept going, the crowd on the dancefloor became easier to make out, even with the flashing, disorienting lights. She could even see the DJ much more clearly from there.

She had to do a double take. That pegasus guy standing behind the turntables, in between two towers of speakers and subwoofers, with his dark blue coat and light brown mane. She recognised him!

“Oh, get the fuck outta here!” she said to herself in excitement. “Isn’t that…?”

Without hesitation and without thinking, she stormed up to the small stage and climbed on top of it. “MIXI!!!” she shouted over the music. He turned his head at this, and it wasn’t long before a genuine look of recognition set in. He removed his headphones, placed them around his neck and smiled.

“Vertigo? Oh shit! What are you doing here?”

The two of them met in a brief but firm hug. Night Moon, DJ MixiMoon or Mixi as Vertigo affectionately called him, was a DJ she knew from her days back at the underground fight club, when that was still a thing. Sort of ironic how she used to take part in such illegal activities a short while back when she was technically working for the law now, but that was easily overlooked in return for her skills and discretion. Anyway, Night Moon used to play at some of those gigs back in the day. With Vertigo being the social butterfly, the two hit it off pretty quickly, but they didn’t stay in touch ever since she left.

“Dude! Bro! That’s what I was gonna say! How’ve you been? Do you work here now?”

“Not really,” he answered while taking care of the mixing and record flipping again. “Freelance, whoever needs me, so I’m filling in here for a couple of nights. What about you, you still fighting?”

“Something like that,” she answered, but it was kind of difficult to hold a conversation with such loud music blasting right by their ears.

“Hey, listen. I’m working now, but my set’s almost done. We have to catch up! Go bust some moves out there, I know you’re good at that.”

Vertigo grinned wide at him. “A chance to show off? You got it! Give me something with a good tempo, baby!”

With that, she removed her jacket and threw it to the ground. Then she stood at the edge of the stage with her arms stretched to the sides. Everyone who was still standing there knew to get out of the way. She dove, gracefully. Even though the stage was not highly elevated, she still made some impressive air. She flipped in the air and right as she landed, Night Moon briskly stopped the music with a record scratch. This sudden silence forced everyone in the room to turn their heads and pay attention.

Vertigo remained in her superhero landing position, one hand planted on the floor, one knee hovering right above the ground, her head tilted down and her wings spread wide. As all eyes were now on her, and nothing but murmuring filled the room, she slowly lifted her head up.

“Fuck, that was epic!” She looked over her shoulder back at Night Moon and he flashed her a thumbs up.

“This is gonna be fucking CRUSHING! HIT IT!”

When that bass suddenly dropped hard, Vertigo launched from the ground into an aerial cartwheel. From then on, her momentum hardly ever stopped and her feet never stopped moving. She began to breakdance like a maniac and made that dancefloor her bitch. Powerful leg sweeps flowed into backward flip kicks flawlessly, and as her lower back rolled onto the ground, she bounced right back to her feet only to keep going. Her form was perfectly in balance when she stood on one hand for several seconds, her body like a statue.

Her audience cringed for a moment when she pulled her arm from underneath her, and it looked like she was about to break her neck. Instead, her upper body curved in the nick of time and she rolled over the floor unharmed. The energetic music fueled her frenzy and she pulled nearly every trick from her book. The corkscrew and the classic dropkick with the smooth, casual landing pose got some more “ooh’s” from the crowd.

Then came her big finale. She went into a headstand and began to spin around her axis. Moderate speeds at first, but her wings propelled her to an rpm that honestly was a bit distressing. Like a drill, or a tornado, she spun and spun to a degree where everyone was surprised she hadn’t lost her lunch yet. Then, somehow she managed to push herself off the floor and she spun out to a pose similar to the one she started in. She stood up and flicked the locks of hair out of her face. Amazingly, she didn’t appear even the slightest bit dizzy.

“And that is why they call me Vertigo,” she said proudly, and took a bow to an applause.

“Your moves are still as sick as ever! You’ve obviously been keeping up,” Night Moon said, putting his drink down on the table.

“It’s my trademark fighting style, gotta keep that machine oiled.”

After Night Moon’s set was finished, it took a little while for him to store away his stuff, but he met up with his old friend soon enough to catch up. The two were now chilling in the padded seats in the corner of the place, in front of a black, square table. Vertigo slumped into the backrest, her legs stretched and intersected and her hands behind her head.

“But we’ll get right back to me, what’s up with you?”

“Well, I got a pretty steady job at the Cloud Stone Club in Ranchtown. That’s where I play most of the time, but like I said, I take freelance jobs, so that’s how I ended up here.”

“Ranchtown huh? You live there now?” Vertigo asked.

“Uhuh!” Moon replied, moving a strand of his brown hair out of his face. “You wanna know who else lives there?”

“Hmm?” she turned her head with a smile, her interest piqued. “Who?”

“Death Metal,” he said as he picked up his glass for another sip.

“Fuck off, really? That shortstack?” she laughed, leaning forward again. “Did you run into her?”

“Yup, I saw her at the club one night.”

“Okay, now I know you’re lying. What would she of all ponies be doing in a nightclub? What, did you have a guitar night or something? Not her music, not her people. She wouldn’t even hang out with me back in the day, ME!” she grinned while pointing at herself.

Night Moon chuckled. “I was surprised too, but she was with someone, and get this! Apparently, that someone is now her girlfriend!”

The red haired pegasus’ eyes went wide and her mouth fell open as far as it could. “Fuck off for real this time!” she exclaimed in genuine disbelief. “Death Metal has a girlfriend?! How? What? Who?”

Night Moon was seriously loving her reactions and he couldn’t hide it. He began to snicker out loud. He simply couldn’t wait to see the next one. “Glad you asked. Pearl Necklace, daughter of Obscenely Rich. One of the richest ponies in Equestria.”

Vertigo was rendered absolutely speechless at this point. She stared with massive eyes back at him for several seconds. Then, her forehead slammed down onto the table, causing their drinks to rattle. “Oh my fucking God!” she exclaimed with her muzzle pointed to the floor. “She’s got it made! That antisocial headbanger’s got it made! She’s probably loaded right now too! How did that happen?!”

One thing was for sure, Moon did not expect that kind of reaction. He was about to pat her on the shoulder when she shot right back up, her fists balled and raised, and a fierce grin on her face.

“But she’d better not gone soft! I’m gonna find her, I’m gonna fight her again, and I’m gonna win!”

Night just smiled and shook his head. “Well, you two were always on par with each other, but I had the impression that she didn’t like you very much.”

“Pah,” she replied, leaning back in her seat again, her hands folded on her stomach. “That was just her bitchy attitude, she was like that to everyone.”

“Not to me,” he frowned. “Not as much anyway. Maybe all of your sexual harassment had something to do with it.”

“Hey, that’s just my way of showing love. Besides, those cargo pants didn’t show it, but damn did she have a nice ass underneath them,” she said smirking, close to drooling at the memories of those times.

“I’m just saying, man. Slapping asses may be your style, but most girls don’t respond well to it. I remember plenty of nosebleeds to prove my point.”

“And those were exactly the kinds of reactions I was looking for, so there!”

“Well, okay then, but you’re not gonna net yourself a girlfriend anytime soon with that approach,” Moon reasoned, taking another sip from his drink.

At this, Vertigo pointed a finger in his face, making him raise his eyebrows. “Okay, first of all, I’m not envious of Death Metal, okay? So don’t go around thinking that. Second, maybe so, but I can always get a boyfriend.”

The indigo pegasus’ eyebrows went even higher at this. “Boyfriend?” His eyes shifted from side to side. “But I thought you were-”

“What? Gay? Hell no dude, I’m bi!”

“Really?” Night Moon’s response was a little bit shocked.

“Yeah, really. Is that so hard to believe?”

“N-no, I guess not, it’s just that you were always talking about girls, and checking them out, and... you know… So I figured…”

“Well yeah, duh. I like girls too, that’s what bi means.” She moved her hands to the back of her head again and looked at Moon from the corner of her eyes. “I guess girls are just more fun to check out and stuff, but guys are nice too. They just don’t respond to it in the same way.”

Moon cleared his throat and ran his hand through his mane. He wondered if she would be offended at what he wanted to say next, but this was Vertigo he was talking to. He figured it’d be fine. “Well, the thing is, you’ve got this kind of tomboy thing going on. In your fashion sense too.”

“So? Some guys dig that.”

“Yeah, some, won’t deny that. But most of us- I mean, them, prefer a more feminine style, you know, something tighter that shows off the body more. So if you’re looking for a stallion, maybe you should conside-”

While he was talking, Night Moon turned to her to see that she was staring at him, her eyes squinting and her lips pursed, so he stopped in his tracks instantly. If looks could kill.

“What are you trying to say here, buddy?”

Moon broke out in cold sweat. The silence between the two was more deafening than the music playing in the background. Even if they were cool, she could still kick his ass lickety split. He looked away. “N-nothing, nevermind.”

Very uncharacteristically for her, Vertigo remained silent for a long time, just staring him down while he tried to avoid her glare. Finally, she took a very deep breath and stood up.

“‘Scuse me, nature calling.”

Then she just walked away, heading for the bathrooms. Moon felt a knot in the pit of his stomach. In all the time he knew her, she had never behaved this way toward him. He cussed at himself. He knew he probably shouldn’t have said that in the first place, but how was he supposed to know it would actually offend her, let alone get her mad. He single handedly destroyed the mood, and all because he couldn’t keep his mouth shut. Now she ran off pissed, and for all he knew she wasn’t coming back. So much for that happy reünion.

At least, that’s what he thought, but then Vertigo returned a couple of minutes later, and she looked just as chipper as she always did. He could tell by the way she walked, that energetic but carefree stride and the cocky, optimistic look on her face. Maybe she just needed to blow off some steam. Vertigo was never the type to stay mad for long. Night Moon was relieved to say the least.

“I’m baaaack!” she chirped as she plopped down right beside him. “Man, what a relief!”

Moon chuckled, still a bit nervously. “Welcome back. H-hey, about earlier, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Huh? Whatcha talkin’ about?” she said while she took off her jacket and laid it next to her. She then stretched herself long, arching her back and pushing her chest forward. “Did something happen?” she groaned.

First there was a moment of confusion in Night Moon, but that was quickly overpowered by a sudden realisation. He was about to say something, asking what the hell she meant by that, when his eyes fell upon Vertigo’s chest and his eyes widened a little.

Were they always that big? Maybe it was because of the loose clothing she always wore, and that her current pose simply made it look this way, but in that moment he could’ve sworn her boobs had grown a cup in size, maybe even two! It was rude to stare, and he knew that, but he was absolutely perplexed by this. Could he chalk it up to simply never noticing before?

“Something caught your eye, Mixi?”

Moon’s eyes went back up to see her sly grin, and he quickly looked away embarrassed. “N-no, it’s nothing.”

Vertigo looked down to her now bulging, ample chest. “Is it these?” she chuckled. “Yeah, I usually bind them with a sports bra. These puppies just tend to get in the way at times, you know? But damn, does it feel good to let them breathe every now and again.”

As she said this, she grabbed one with each hand, pushing them up and letting them drop. That jiggle, the surprise at this side of Vertigo he had never seen before, Night Moon couldn’t help but swallow hard. “Haha, I see. That explains why I never noticed them before.”

“Uhuh!” That devious grin never left her face, especially after she saw him getting visibly flustered. “And check this shit out!”

Vertigo then did something he never saw coming. She scooted closer, grabbed him by the wrist and forcefully placed his hand on her boob, and it was a damn good handful. Night Moon blushed furiously, and in his head, fireworks started going off, not to mention that sudden, pressing sensation in his nether regions.

“Doesn’t that feel fucking amazing?”

At first he thought she was just stating the obvious, but then he started noticing what she really meant by that. In that spacious T-shirt, her breast felt so free, so unrestrained. He could feel the plumpness and weight of it to an incredible degree. It was like she was naked, but at the same time, not really. The soft, thin cotton of her shirt added an extra layer to the sensation, literally and figuratively. It felt cool and smooth to the touch, and wrapped around her breast as he closed his hand around it. It was thin enough for him to feel her nipple poking through. It was honestly kind of addicting, like a stress toy you can’t stop playing with.

“Y-yeah,” he said entranced, making Vertigo nod.

“Fun, isn’t it? I tried doing this to myself with a tighter shirt, but it just wasn’t the same. Here, you gotta try this one too!”

Furthering Night’s bewilderment, Vertigo sat down in his lap, her knees on either side of him. She pulled her shirt about halfway up, just barely missing that underboob, and guided his hands up her shirt. His palms now pressed down against her squishy tits with no filter in between. When they were both in place, she let go of her shirt, letting it hang freely.

This time the sensation was equally pleasant, but in a different way. While the underside of his hands were now squeezing her warm, malleable flesh, the back of his hand was gently grazing against the cool cloth, almost getting tickled by it at times. Moon really appreciated how much room there was in there, giving his hands free reign and creating a contrast between warm and cold against his hands. The edges of the shirt rubbing against his lower arms also felt really good. He even mixed things up by caressing her tits with the back of his hands instead, as to get the most out of the sensation.

He began to become more frisky as time went on, squeezing tighter and taking her nipples between his fingers. Vertigo’s flat, well toned abdomen began to contract and her breathing grew more intense. It wasn’t long before she forgot about the point she wanted to get across and started getting into it. Night Moon’s cock was bursting with activity at this point, and she could feel it; that rapidly hardening rod pushing against her groin.

“Oooohhhh, shiiiiit~”

Her hips began to move back and forth, pressing down, grinding in desperation to transfer that feeling through several layers of clothes and to her flooding snatch. The contact point between their groins started to feel hot and damp, and the continued mashing only made it all the messier. Not a single thought in her mind went anywhere else but “I want that cock”. She could tell that Moon was having similar thoughts, directed towards her pussy.

That grin never truly left her, but now it was a lot more laboured and exhausted. Her violet eyes stared into his light green ones as he continued to manhandle her jugs. This situation was rapidly becoming too hot for public eyes, if it wasn’t already.

“Hey, Mixi,” she finally said. “Do you wanna fuck me?”

Such a blunt and straightforward question, but it was the first thing that popped into her mind, so as per usual for her, she blurted it out. It absolutely sounded like music to Moon’s ears.

“Bathrooms?” he answered with another question.

“Too sleazy, and too cliché,” she replied, slowing down her rhythm a bit. “Have any other ideas?”

“There’s a storage room in the back, but…” he answered after a few moments of trying to think.

“Perfect, come on!”

With that, she stood up from his lap and grabbed her jacket. Hesitation be damned, Night Moon’s cock was enraged and his body washing with hormones. He couldn’t rise from that seat fast enough.

The storage area that Night lead her to way in the back of the club was employees only. He had access to it, but Vertigo wasn’t allowed. He had to make sure to be careful and not let anyone see. Once they made it inside, he discreetly closed the door behind him. This very dimly lit room was jam packed with all sorts of equipment. Spare speakers, spotlights, boxes upon boxes full of cables, decorations for special events and many other things. Vertigo grabbed him by the wrist and marched to the farthest corner of the room, hiding behind a bunch of shelves and near a table.

She threw her jacket on the table when Moon came up behind her and grabbed her breast with one hand, while sliding his other between her thighs. Vertigo responded with a delighted hum, pushing her ass backwards to feel that raging hardon pushing back. That thing was so focused on the job at hand, it was still full mast even after the journey to get here. It was screaming her name, so she reached behind and ran her full hand up and down his lengthy member.

“You horny fucking bastard.”

She turned around and closed her hand around it, jerking him off through his trousers. It was so eager she could feel it throb even like that. When she squeezed the head, Night Moon winced a little, and Vertigo licked her lips. She shoved him against the table and crouched down before him. “Lemme see what you’re working with.”

She unbuttoned his jeans and pulled it down, along with his boxers, and watched his blackish blue horse cock flop out, mere inches from her face. As it pointed toward her, she could see that her work already did a number on it, as the head was already drenched in precum. Only for a moment though, because she almost immediately took it into her mouth.

Night’s head cocked backwards and he let out a surprised moan at the sudden feeling of her warm, wet tongue sliding along the bottom of his glans. Vertigo did not start off slow, her head bobbed frantically, her lips sliding up and down his shaft, like she was working super hard to make him cum as fast as possible. She popped his meat out of her mouth, licking the bottom of his head while giving him full strokes before going down on it again. She slurped and slobbered, saliva trailing from his dick to her chin, dripping down on the floor, spattering on her shirt and running down to his nutsack. She pushed it to the back of her throat, causing her to gag for a second before taking it out again and sucking along the side of it, his prick covered with another coat of warm spit. She hugged it and rubbed it against her face, smearing the mess all over herself. Night marveled at the sloppiest blowjob he had ever witnessed firsthand, the kind he’d only seen in porn before. Vertigo wasn’t just sucking his cock, she was devouring it, and it felt incredible.

“Uuurgh, Vertigo, s-slow down!”

The cock hungry blue pegasus spit on the head of his engorged wang in response and massaged it firmly with her thumb and forefinger. This sent him ever closer to that inevitable moment. Just the sound of it alone was driving him crazy.

“What for, Mixi? Does it feel too good?” she quipped, then leaned in for a moment to give his base and his balls a good lick. “Go ahead and jizz, you know you want to.”

“Here, look!” She took off her cap and pulled her shirt up over her head and threw them to the side, showing off her plump, bouncy tits with slightly darker shaded nipples. “You can do it all over me!”

She grabbed his well lubed cock tightly and jacked him off in fast, firm strokes. She put in a little bit of distance, opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue. The universal language for “I’m ready to receive your load”. She looked up at him with mischievous, lust filled eyes, before taking a moment to spit on his cock once more, suck on his head for a few moments, then assume the same position again.

Night clenched the edges of the table and his body began to twitch. His legs moved involuntarily and he panted intensely. He was mere moments away from climaxing, and he could feel it was gonna be a big one. Vertigo could feel the spasms in his muscle, as it tried to bob up and down in her grip.

“That’s it, give me your cum, Mixi!”

Only a second passed before that first wave of thick splooge erupted from his dickhole and blasted Vertigo across the face, along with an ectstatic cry from Night Moon and a quick, shocking thrust of his pelvis. Her eyelids flinched for a moment, but she took the rest without wincing. Then came another, and another; lines of warm seed were painted over Vertigo’s face, tongue and upper body while she continued to furiously wank his glans. Some of it even shot inside her mouth. There was so much of it! She took 8 big jets of flying spunk before it started to turn more into dribbling. After the last few globs were squeezed out and fell to the floor, and Night came down from his high point, he assessed the mess he created.

“Holy damn, dude! When was the last time you rubbed one out?” Vertigo sat there crouched, her face covered with white, viscous drips dangling from her chin and hair. Her chest was equally drenched, drops running along her tits down to her tummy and even onto her pants. She rubbed the cum from her left eye so she could open it again. “Or maybe that was because of me?”

She soaked in the scent of his sex. That strong, spicy smell of his batter entered her nostrils. It was a smell that made her pussy turn into a waterfall. She leaned in and licked the very last drops from his wet cock, which had not lost any of its hardness even after that explosion. Night was still in the mood, and that’s exactly what she was betting on.

She got up and stood close to him. She took off her sneakers and unbuttoned her baggy pants, dropping them to the floor. Now wearing nothing but her light grey panties, she placed his rock hard dick between her thighs. It was long enough to stick out from the other side, and she teasingly rubbed her soaked cunt against it. Night Moon removed his shirt, and Vertigo placed her hand onto his chest, beginning to grind more intensely. The friction made her bite her lower lip.

“So, about that fucking…” she said, and Moon responded by grinning at her, lifting her up by the ass, turning around and placing her on the table. He forcefully removed her panties to uncover her gushing slit. Her clit was swollen and her outer lips deliciously plump. He caught a waft of her scent, pheromones so powerful they overrode every other thought in his head. It turned him into a one-track minded animal; he wanted only that pussy and all for himself. Without warning, he pushed his snout into her crotch.

“Aaahhhh! Ahahahahah! Mixi! What are you doing?” she laughed as his tongue began to lap up her juices with ravenous hunger. “That tickles!”

His eager tongue wormed its way past her labia and into her tunnel. Vertigo leaned back onto the table and her body began to wriggle and squirm. She grabbed his head and pushed it into her, while wrapping her legs around his shoulders too. “Oohh, it feels so good though!”

Vertigo moaned non stop, with random expletives sprinkled in. He was using his mouth so damn well, sucking on her clit, mashing his tongue against the pink flesh, placing his whole mouth on her vagina and creating suction. After all that pent up arousal and getting showered with jizz earlier, Vertigo was so on edge that she was already barreling towards her first orgasm.

“Fuck! Fuck!!! I’m gonna cum! Shove your cock up my pussy, now! Now now now!”

Her order was crystal clear, so Night got up and after a small moment of adjusting and finding the orifice, he slammed the entirety of his schlong down her pussy hole in one, violent motion. He crashed into the back of her vagina and the muscles immediately tightened around him. The dark blue pegasus mare’s body lurched up and she cried out in delightful agony.

“Oh God, Fuck! Fuck! Oh, don’t stop, don’t you dare stop! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

Her climax was like a tsunami in more ways than one. Crashing waves of rapture manifested themselves as waves of juices squirting from her quivering sex hole. They covered Night’s phallus as it continued to relentlessly pound her. He grabbed her by the sides and pulled her into his brutal thrusts. Vertigo’s orgasm passed a little while later, but her fervor was unending. Her G-spot was being assaulted and her tunnel of love stretched to capacity by his massive meat scepter. She only got louder and more delirious as time passed on.

“Oh yeah, that’s it, mister DJ, play my fucking record! You’re getting me in the groove!”

Her scrambled brain kept her mouth active and her sweaty body rocking, and her wings stretched as far as they could go. Meanwhile, Night Moon revelled in the feeling of her tight, sloshing pussy hugging his sausage and sucking him back in whenever he pulled back. He was too focused on that feeling to really say anything. He just huffed and moaned in pleasure as he slammed her over and over. It felt like every muscle in Vertigo’s snatch was working to suck the sperm right out of his nuts, and he soon felt it bubbling up again.

Vertigo was getting close again too. Moon was fucking her so hard she was losing her damn mind, but she still recognised the pressing urge of an incoming orgasm.

“Vertigo, I’m about to cum!” he finally spoke.

“Yes, nut inside me, Mixi! Don’t pull out!”

Night repositioned himself for those final few thrusts, leaning over her with his hands flat on the table to either side of her and his arms stretched. For both of them, their hard fucking was mere moments away from reaching the logical conclusion.

That’s when something happened, something that made the both of them stop dead in their tracks.

The music from the main room that was only audible as rumbling and thumping before, suddenly became louder and much more defined. The door to the storage room had opened, and they could hear faint footsteps over the noise, getting closer.

Someone was in the room with them.

Night Moon and Vertigo looked at eachother with wide eyes and their hearts began to thump. They got deathly quiet and didn’t make a single movement. Unfortunately, there were more pressing matters that made such a thing very difficult.

Night fought, and struggled, and pleaded, but that orgasm was way too far in development to be cancelled. His jaw clenched as he tried once again to push it back, but it was no use.

As he heard the mystery pony rummaging in the shelves right behind him, he sprayed a massive load of spunk deep inside of Vertigo’s twitching poon. His hands clenched into fists and his body shook. He tried his darndest not to give so much as a groan as his cock kept spewing gallons of semen inside of her body. His thoughts switched between “Oh fuck, that feels so good” to “oh fuck, there goes my job” rapidly.

Vertigo didn’t have it much easier. The feeling of that hot cum exploding deep inside of her belly pushed her over the edge. With a twisted face looking Night in the eyes, she bit her fist in an attempt to stay quiet as the orgasm tore through her. To make matters worse, that vicious bonking just seconds earlier caused her to squirt! Her lady cum discharged from her pussy and splashed all over Moon’s pelvis. It was a short and sudden burst, but it was still enough for it to patter down onto the floor. She grabbed her vagina in an attempt to stop it, but that sent another ping of pleasure through her that made her body shock. She suppressed a whimper.

When they finally calmed down from that, they could only stay absolutely still and pray to everything that was holy that they wouldn’t get caught. Night was having a silent panic attack. His mind raced, wondering what the hell he was gonna do if that person, whoever it was, turned around that corner and saw their DJ balls deep in a patron in their storage room. He felt like a character in a horror movie, hiding from a monster.

“Please don’t come over here, please don’t come over here!”

He looked down at Vertigo, and judging by the fact that her mouth was covered by her hand, trying to stifle a laugh, she found the situation more amusing than he did. That’s when the sound of a cardboard box being pushed onto the shelf was heard. The rummaging stopped and they could hear that person walking away from them. The door then closed and the music turned into a damped rumbling once again.

Their hearts were still thumping in their throats, but they felt like they could finally breathe again. Vertigo bursted out laughing, and while Moon stayed silent for a couple of moments more, he eventually began to join in.

“Oh wow man, that was soooo fucking close,” Vertigo said in disbelief of what just happened. “Holy shit!”

“Yeah, that was scary!” Night smiled. “I thought my heart was gonna burst out of my chest.”

“Well, you should’ve known that was a risk when you took me here.”

“I was gonna say something, but you cut me off before I could,” Moon retorted.

“Hmm, maybe so, but you obviously didn’t make that big of a deal out of it.”

Vertigo sat up straight, going muzzle to muzzle with Night. She grabbed his hand and placed it between her breasts. “You feel that? My heart is still pounding like crazy. I loved it! Yeah, it was scary, but it’s that kind of danger that excites me. Not to mention, it turns me the fuck on too.”

Night Moon raised his eyebrows as he stared into her eyes. “Ehm, does that mean you… But I just-”

“I have to get going soon, but do you think you could give me an encore before I go, stud?”

Vertigo’s eyes trailed down to his dick, which was only half mast right now, but it still seemed to have a little bit of life in it.

“You want me to go for three?” he frowned slightly. “You’re unpleasable, Vertigo.”

Vertigo chuckled and shrugged. Then, she reached behind Night Moon and slapped his ass with her full hand. He flinched, looking back, then back at her again. She winked at him, and he sighed and shook his head.

“Okay, fine then.”

“Yes! That’s the spirit, Mixi!”

6:48 AM the next morning. Sharktooth’s eyes slowly opened to see the sunlight shining in through the still open window in spades. She blinked a few times before she became aware of a presence behind her, one that was partially on top of her as she could feel a weight resting on her waist. She looked down to see a dark blue arm around her. She sighed and looked behind. There was Vertigo, smiling at her with groggy eyes.

“Good morning, love.”

“Vertigo, what the fuck?”

Shark got out of her embrace and sat on the edge of the bed, stretching and yawning with fully bared teeth before standing up.

“Come back to bed, honey,” Vertigo groaned.

“Get up, you wanker. We have a train to catch soon.”

“Hnnnnn, I didn’t think it was gonna get that late,” she said while flipping over to her other side. “Yeah, I’ll get up, keep your knickers on.”

Sharktooth grabbed her pants off the floor and slid inside them. She took her cigarette pack from the desk and lit one by the window.

“Duuuude,” Vertigo started, still very sleepy in her voice. “Last night was sooooo fucking awesome, you have no idea. You should’ve seen it!”

“Oh?” Sharktooth leaned out the window on her elbow and flicked the ashes off. “Did ya find what you were lookin’ for?”

“Fuuuuuck, dude~ I ran into an old friend. I was all like, ‘hey, you wanna bang?’ and he was all like ‘hell yeah!’”

Shark just chortled. “Yeah, I’m sure that’s how it went.” Then her eyebrows raised and her eyes widened a little at the realisation. “Wait, ‘ang on a sec… With a bloke?”

Vertigo rolled over on her back. “Oh, don’t you start too. You know I’m bi.”

“Well, yeah, sure, but ye’re always-”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, I’ve heard that one too.”

“Well, as long as ya had fun, I guess.”

“You don’t believe me, do you? C’mon man, what kind of a friend would I be if I lied to you? Alright, honestly, I wasn’t really going out to get laid, just to have some fun, but things just happened, and, well, there you go.”

Sharktooth looked back at her. She remained quiet for a couple of seconds. Then she laughed and looked out of the window. “Same ‘ere.”

At this, Vertigo’s ears perked up and she sat straight.

“You were right. I did meet someone when I went out two nights ago, and yeah, things did get interesting. Prolly ‘cause she was….interesting to me to begin with.”

Vertigo smiled and laughed. “I knew it. I told you, you can’t hide that kind of thing from me.” She got up from the bed and started putting her clothes on too. “I take it she was pretty?”

“Very,” Sharktooth said with a smile. “But that’s all I’ll say.”

“Fair enough. You know, Sharky, one of these days, you and me,” she said, arching her eyebrows and winking.

“Don’t be fuckin’ ridiculous, you twit.”