Dominant Beats

The new and improved, Clocktower-members-only Club 29 opened on the Lunar Solstice. Preceding its grand opening, a special viewing of the moonrise convened at the highest balcony in Clocktower West, accompanied by a track that Vinyl Scratch mixed up specially for the occasion.

The synthwave track, dubbed “Winter Solstice,” with its multilayered, smooth, up-tempo synths and gently thumping drumbeat effortlessly evoked the majesty of watching the moon rise on the longest night of the year. Just the right kind of beat to make it almost impossible to not dance, even if just a little. The dancing crowd’s movements resembled waves, as mares in masks and stallions in collars held their arms up in a gesture of praise towards the moon. Vinyl couldn’t have choreographed it better herself! Ponies grooved to the beat with their hands in the air, either alone or with a partner, losing themselves in the music. Vinyl wished she could join in, but opted to make the experience better for the crowd as she carefully listened for her cues and manipulated the track to her liking. She had a genuine smile on her face at how well this all came together!

Once the moon fully graced the sky on its special night of the year, Vinyl ended the track with a smooth fadeout before bowing for the applause and led the partying dominant mares and submissive stallions to the newly opened portal to Club 29. The portal, built into a brick wall designed to look like a typical dance club entrance, bore neon lights around it, illuminating the club’s name, and a dark brick wall surrounding the door. It also bore a “Submissives Must Wear Collars” warning sign next to the portal, and just above it was a prominent sign that read “Where the Mares Run the Show!”

Vinyl stood alongside the entrance with one of the higher-ranking officers of Clocktower West, Braeburn, dressed in a black version of his signature cowboy attire for the occasion. He wore a loose-fitting cowboy vest, leather chaps, and a black thong leaving precious little to the imagination. Some freshly cleaned cowboy boots and his red collar with silver studs completed the stallion’s ensemble. Beside him stood Vinyl Scratch, her signature glasses covering her custom-made white mask, painted with purple, gold, and orange flourishes. Her clothing flaunted the little that it covered; a violet top that showed off her ample E-cup breasts, neon pink boyshorts stretching over her package with strings of her black thong riding up her hips, while black knee-high platform boots made the already tall mare tower over Braeburn even more. Three sapphire studs on her right ear, a couple silver rings on the other, a downward-pointing sword tattoo on her right arm with an Old Ponish inscription on the blade, fingerless black gloves, and a small nose stud depicting her cutie mark in blue diamond adorned her body. Her towering frame and barely-clad body made her the clear focal point of the room.

Braeburn began things by raising his hands. “Everypony calm down now,” he said, his voice magically projected with the help of Vinyl Scratch. “Now, y’all, I’d like to take the time to thank our loyal member of five years Vinyl Scratch, for donatin’ this here dance club to us.” A loud applause from the crowd ensued. “I had to promise her I wouldn’t make her do Square Dancin’ Sundays, or Rodeo Wednesdays,” he joked, to the audible amusement of the audience, and Vinyl, “but really, this here’s something special. I’d like y’all to know that Vinyl here went above and beyond makin’ sure her club is just as safe, just as private, and just as fun, as anywhere else in Clocktower,” he explained, causing a round of applause from the audience once more. “Now, Vinyl, are ya ready to cut this ribbon with me?” he asked, holding out the big pair of scissors.

Vinyl nodded and grabbed one loop of the scissors, while Braeburn held the other. After posing for a couple pictures, they cut the ribbon in front of the portal, as the two newly formed halves of the red ribbon fell to the ground. Applause and cheering followed, as Vinyl and Braeburn waved to the crowd. The two could even hear declarations of love directed towards them, nothing new, but always enjoyable to hear. After a few moments, Vinyl, in her characteristic bravado, effortlessly picked up Braeburn with her strong arms, causing him to gasp in surprise as she hoisted him over one shoulder. His head now behind Vinyl’s back his barely clad rear now faced the crowd with her. The DJ gave his thong-clad ass a spank before looking to the audience of new patrons to Club 29.

“Well, I’m gonna get things started. You guys wanna come along?” she asked, to which the crowd responded with a few scattered cheers. “Oh come on, guys, for real now, who’s with me!” Vinyl called out, to which the crowd cheered. Vinyl swiftly twisted her body around to step through the Portal, allowing Braeburn enough time to look up at the crowd from his slung-over position and motion towards himself, signalling for everyone to come follow them! They didn’t need much encouragement; Vinyl was always a popular pony in CTS, where even in its stone corridors and common areas she occasionally signed autographs on her albums and posters. The DJ, to many, was a veritable goddess in terms of her looks, her popularity, her demonstrated strength, and her height. Thus, many ponies in CTS looked up to her as a paragon of female dominance, up there with the princesses themselves!

As Vinyl carried Braeburn through the portal, the whole throng of new club-goers followed and crowded through the portal. Once ponies started stepping inside, they looked around, and many gasped in excitement. Some even cheered as the ambiance of Vinyl’s new dance club flooded their senses. They were greeted by a huge dance floor to their right, a bar to their left, and a neon sign in the back reading “Private Rooms” with an arrow pointing to an arched doorway accented with squiggly pink neon lights. The dance floor lit up, illuminating in squares of white, red, blue, pink, and all the colors of the neon rainbow, all in tune with the music, a staple of Vinyl’s shows. A lighting rack hung not only above the stage in a perfect square, but above the dance floor in a wide rectangle, allowing beams of light and lasers to shine on and mix in with a light fog wafting in from the rafters.

Behind the futuristic, metal, mood-lit bar, a beautiful orange batpony mare with blue hair, dressed similarly to Vinyl with a black and purple color theme, waved excitedly at the new customers as Vinyl led them in. She already set up a few of the most feminine drinks, from strawberry daiquiris to pink martinis, to a set of filled shot glasses lined up in Vinyl’s colors of blue and white, ready for consumption. “Free shots this night only,” read a sign standing on the bar, something that immediately drew a good fifth of the crowd, while the rest headed to the dance floor. The batpony, Nightfire, wore a red mask over her eyes, designed in the style of the Night Guard’s armor, with purple and orange accents all over it. Behind the mask, though, she wore an excited smile, eyes darting from one pony to the other as she eagerly interacted with the crowd, while also explaining the rules of the bar, namely the time system in between drinks.

Back on the dance floor, a well-known track from Vinyl’s set played over the speakers, a throbbing bass line and smooth synth line filling the club with the vibe of a popular, vibrant dance club. The visuals projected onto the screens betrayed its erotic nature; pictures of mares in dominatrix attire, teasingly playing with riding crops, floggers, and paddles contrasted with images of stallions wearing ball gags, blindfolds, chastity cages, and all kinds of submissive wear. Brief shots of a mare’s hoof pressing down on their backs or heads interspersed between the shots, in a carnal slideshow of two-second clips.

Around the dance floor sat cages, illuminated from outside by the lighting, revealing their dancing stallion occupants. As Vinyl walked past them, and she did make sure to walk by each one of them, reactions varied, but all carried the theme of arousal. One of the display-only dancers, a lithe, feminine looking earth pony stallion in striped stockings, a plaid short skirt, no underwear, and a button-down shirt, gripped his cock as he watched the sight of Vinyl strutting by before him while swaying his rear to the beat. A free-use light brown unicorn, dressed in his birthday suit, collar, and a pink chastity cage, pressed his rear against the bars and looked back at her. With a sultry, slightly open mouth, lowered eyelids, and his arms holding onto the bars above his head, Vinyl found the display arousing. Had she not already had a stallion over her shoulder, she might have brought him on stage, but she left him where he was, only for him to be let out of the cage by a pegasus mare moments after Vinyl passed by.

Another cage contained Soarin, a prominent Wonderbolt, wearing a tight-fitting blue chastity cage and a revealing skin-tight, blue and yellow Wonderbolt-branded bikini top, paired with matching rubber elbow gloves. Below them, he wore matching thigh-high rubber stockings that fit his lean muscled body perfectly. A sign near the locked door read, “For Display Only. Please Take Pictures! Tributes and tips accepted. Phaser level: Virginity Loss. By order of Master Thunderlane,” followed by a number through which to send the aforementioned pictures. Soarin, in an attempt to make his master proud, gripped the cage bars, and pressed his front into them, showing off and encouraging passers-by to touch him. A few of the newcomers groped him eagerly, feeling up his taut chest muscles and caged package. Another cage dancer, a peach colored male kirin, wore a skin-tight firefighter outfit, complete with a hat, a black collar, and a sign on the cage indicating his mistress’ signature, contact info, and set rate of three lashes per hour. He blew a kiss to Vinyl. She had to chuckle, enjoying the contrast of a creature known for bursting into flames when angry dressed as someone who extinguishes fires. Finding it just as clever as he was sexy, she slipped him a paper scrap through the cage bars, before Vinyl blew him a kiss in return as she walked up to the stage with the cowboy stallion still slung over her shoulder. ‘See me after the show. Got a brand (or three) with your name on it,’ read the note.

Vinyl carried Braeburn on the stage, strutting around, dominance exuding from the way she carried herself before she set him down, and with her magic, summoned a pair of headsets for them to speak to the club. She casually pulled him in, her hands on each cutie mark of Braeburn’s pert rear, as she ground him against her bulge, licking her lips. “You stay up here, cutie, I’m gonna have fun with you during this set,” she practically growled with lust, “But lemme say a few words to the audience, first,” she said with a smile before she gave his ass another spank and stepped forward. Her presence, her attire, ear piercings, and tattoo on her arm, gave her the air of a sexual rebel, speaking to her deviant followers.

“I wanna take a minute to dedicate this club,” she began, “I wanna dedicate this to all of you, all of you awesome ponies out there who never felt like you fit in! This club is for everyone who ever felt left out when they saw all the others having their vanilla relationships while you wondered ‘Why don’t I like this?’” she proclaimed to the crowd as she began to pace across the stage. “This is for all the stallions who wondered ‘Why do I have to be the one to ask a mare out?’ This is for all the mares who never understood why having more than one partner was a bad thing! This is for the new members in the house, let me know you’re here!” she called out, and about a third of the audience erupted in applause, “Lemme tell you, newbies, whether you’re a dom or a sub, all of whatever it is you want done to you, or want to do to somepony else, or with somepony else, it’s right here! It’s at The Clocktower Society! So get down on the dance floor, chill at the bar, or check out those sexy performers in the cages here, and make a new fuckbuddy tonight! Everyone who’s not new, remember to show those newbies some love, and remember… we were all newbies once, and needed someone to show them the ropes! Now let’s get this party started!”

Cheers erupted from the crowd, and the DJ mare twirled to face her barely-concealed rear to the crowd, and strut behind Braeburn, playfully grabbing him by the hip as she walked the two of them behind the DJ booth. Vinyl ground herself into his rear as she flicked a few switches and dials to begin the set, before feeling up the subby male; possessively fondling his chest, his abs, and firmly between his legs, she truly gave off the air of “I take what I want.” The grinding became more forceful as the music changed gears into a much more intense, dancing beat. Dancers throughout the club threw up their arms and grooved to the beat as Vinyl used her magic to keep manning the DJ booth. All the while she grinded with Braeburn to the sounds of the staccato bass line. The DJ clung onto the cowboy’s chest, and perched her head over his, standing easily a head taller than the male.

“Ever been with a mare like me?” she asked, her heart racing from the faster pace of the music, and the imminence of what they were going to do as her bulge ground against the small of cowboy’s back.

“I ain’t,” Braeburn replied smoothly, “I’m more a stallion’s stallion, but… I’m willin’ ta see if my barn door swings for a mare that’s packin’ as much as you,” he admitted. He stood up on the hooved tips of his feet, bringing him just high enough to grind his pert rear against Vinyl’s impressive arousal. He put his hand on his hat, lowering it in the typical sexy cowboy pose.

“Well don’t you worry…” Vinyl whispered as she spun him around, to press herself against his firm abs, “I may be a mare, but… I’m a stallion where it counts…” She grunted, pressing her bulge into Brae’s exposed abs, feeling the stallion’s growing arousal pressing against her bulge. With a grip on his rear, Vinyl easily hoisted Braeburn up to the edge of the DJ booth. Braeburn gasped as the mare effortlessly manhandled him into a position with his legs resting on her shoulders, laying back on the DJ table. Vinyl’s horn lit up and in an instant, Braeburn’s thong disappeared, and Vinyl’s hands brought down her boyshorts, to reveal her sizeable, blue shaft, dwarfing the stallion’s own by a couple inches. Another flash of magic bound his wrists together above his head, and fitted him with an appropriately apple-shaped ball gag. A final flash lubed up her cock and his smooth, slightly concave entrance, as she pressed the two together. The stallion blushed and smiled as best he could through the gag, nodding to give the big, strong mare the go-ahead she’d waited for this whole night.

With a swift motion, Vinyl thrust into the stallion’s well-prepared and accommodating rear, eliciting a blush and a moan from the stallion that even Vinyl and some of the front row crowd could hear over the music! Cheers erupted as mares wearing masks and glowsticks, along with collared stallions in similar raver attire danced to the thumping beat and the new show they found themselves treated to on stage. Nothing outlandish by CTS standards, but as Vinyl pummeled her sizeable cock deep into the willing male’s rear, she immediately made clear the underlying message of the new and improved Club 29: Mares run the show around here.

The show went on as Vinyl continued to flaunt her dominance over the cowboy stallion. Braeburn wasn’t quite as tight as she was used to, but he had plenty of practice at the stocks every other weekend at Clocktower West. Vinyl didn’t mind; a willing and capable stallion was all she needed to get the most out of a session, and few stallions were as willing as Braeburn, especially as a stallion used to other stallions. Still, Braeburn willingly gave himself to Vinyl for the night, and she took it and ran, slamming her cock into him over and over, filling the DJ booth with the staccato sounds of slapping flesh. In-time with the music, their lust on display, the crowd watched and cheered, dancing more lewdly to the music as the two broke in the club in the way Vinyl always wanted it to happen. The excitement overwhelming her, she finally turned her turntable to an auto-mix so she could focus entirely on fucking Braeburn, not wanting to forget a second of this spectacular moment, months in the making.

She looked into his eyes, as he looked back into hers. Even as the music thumped throughout the club, for a moment it all stilled. Almost forty-five minutes after Vinyl penetrated the most famous and well-respected submissive stallion in all of Clocktower Society, Braeburn finally relented. Unable to hold back, his cock flared up and erupted in cum, spurting much of it onto Vinyl’s face, splattering thick ropes of white onto her mask and signature glasses, and a not insignificant portion shooting into the crowd. With a wicked grin, Vinyl leaned over him, approaching his blushing, sweat-dripping face. His mouth leaked drool around the ballgag, panting from the intense orgasm that wracked his body mere moments ago, his eyes turned to face Vinyl’s cum-splattered face and glasses.

She said nothing, but slapped his ass hard with her right hand as she continued pounding him hard, her pace picking up. Vinyl herself, finally couldn’t hold it back much longer, outlasting Braeburn by a mere couple of minutes. Her seed filled Braeburn’s ass, her flared cock keeping it deep inside as she grunted, and finally let out a roar of pleasure. “RRragghh!” she cried out as her thrusting stopped with one last powerful thrust into Braeburn’s ass. The music reached a crescendo as Vinyl’s cock throbbed, her cum spilling from his rear, out from around her shaft, as the DJ panted in exhaustion

A whole hour into the set, the two ponies basked in the afterglow. Vinyl took the ballgag out of Braeburn’s mouth and gave him a playful kiss on the nose. “Looks like playing with all those stallions really prepped you for me,” she chuckled, “I should get back to actually playing my music, but… feel free to stop by anytime, cowboy.” After a few moments, Vinyl grinned as she leaned in closer, “but first… why don’t you clean up the mess you made on my face?” she commanded in a playful tone, pointing to her cum-splattered face and glasses. Obediently, the submissive male leaned up and, like the showboat he was, slowly dragged his tongue along Vinyl’s face and signature glasses, drawing it out as long as he could on every line his tongue drew, giving sly, sultry looks to both Vinyl and the cameras on stage that projected onto the big screens, collecting any seed along the way. Many in the audience cheered at the sight; ponies danced, swaying their bodies, grinding against each other as they watched male submission in action. It really helped drive home the whole thesis of the club, especially on its first day!

Not long afterwards, once Braeburn licked her face clean, he and Vinyl stepped to the side of the DJ booth, before the cowboy fell to his knees and treated the audience to the sight of him cleaning off Vinyl’s cock. Making it all the better, he hiked up his tail and swished it to the side to show off his gaping, cum-dripping rear to the audience, presenting what Vinyl did to him. Vinyl’s solid blue cock still throbbed with arousal, thanks to Braeburn’s ministrations. The display elicited excitement and a stray cry from a male submissive of “we love you, Vinyl!” that proved just loud enough to be heard over the music, prompting vocal agreement from the rest of the crowd.

Once Braeburn licked her cock clean, Vinyl went back to the turntables, where Braeburn joined her, gently grinding against her crotch as the amazonian DJ reached her arms around him to play the music and sync up the beat for the next song. As Braeburn ground against her, Vinyl smiled. This whole opening of Club 29 went far better than she could have expected. Sexy, fun, and with the mares really letting loose and only having stallions who wanted to serve them, rather than stallions who seemed intent on “convincing them” to make it the other way around. As these thoughts raced into her mind, she knew that it was time to really send the point home on this opening night.

The lights dimmed enough that the glowsticks ponies carried and the mood lights made up all the illumination in the room. Small strobe lights flashed, pointed up from the stage floor. Some ponies hooted and hollered at the display, when a blue light illuminated Vinyl from beneath her DJ booth.

“Now… this is a special lil’ thing for me… that I made just for tonight.” Vinyl began in a low, sultry voice, with a grin easily visible beneath her glasses, “It’s been a long process in making this, but I think you’ll love it. So, ladies… hold your stallion close… show him how you feel about him. And if ya don’t got one, then grab the nearest studded collar. This… this is a little thing I like to call… ‘The Haze Lifts.’”

The whole dance floor went dark once more, and a dark, almost industrial beat started sounding off from the speakers. The screen lit up to display a series of artificial-looking stallions marching in line across a drab, generic looking street. Their faces and much of their exposed bodies appeared manufactured in plastic rather than flesh. The dreary sequence, thankfully, cut off to show Vinyl and Nightfire, in what could best be described as “Tactical Dominatrix attire,” dragging one of the fabricated stallions through a dark hallway, before chaining him up to a post, arms extended above its head. As they set up, the scene shifted to showing other rooms, where mares had similar stallions affixed in various states of bondage. The music shifted slowly to something slower and sensual, as the camera soon focused on two different mares, fully in the nude. One of them clearly a futa, while the other fully female, had a plastic stallion tied to a chair. Even as he struggled slightly, the mares made out with each other, pleasuring each other’s parts.

“All right ladies,” Vinyl whispered in a sultry growl, “get real close with your stallion… it’s time to set him free…” Vinyl whispered sensually into the microphone of her headset, as the two mares on the screen reached their orgasm, with both of them spurting their fluids onto the plastic stallion’s face. But yet… something fantastic happened as the fluids dripped off… the fluids as they leaked and smeared across his face, seemed to wash away the plastic, to reveal a live, fleshy stallion. Ponies in the crowd let out gasps of amazement, as the mares all ground and felt up either each other, or the stallions they had collared, either for the night or for a longer term. The sequence on the screen continued, as other groups of mares managed to remove the plastic from these stallions in other BDSM-inspired ways; one mare spanked a stallion with a hole-filled paddle, causing the plastic to shatter from his body to reveal the live, fleshy stallion making a face of ecstasy, while another slapped him across the face, breaking the plastic in a similar fashion.

The effect in the audience was palpable; as these images coincided with intense, long drum tones that expertly blended epic orchestral music from movie trailers with the rebellious dance club aesthetic that Vinyl lived and breathed on stage -- the ponies in the audience immediately seemed to take the cue. A small dance circle in the audience formed as one of the mares, with a handsome, collared stallion, bedecked in a chastity cage, a muzzle, and a leash, began to enact stylized domination, combined with dance popular dance moves like the Westside Canterlot Shuffle and the Alicorn Ascension Trot. Riding crop blows and leash tugs combined with stylish dances from the two ponies, showing them being intensely in-tune with each other. “Look at these guys, they know what’s up!” Vinyl called out from the stage, as she used her magic to shine a spotlight on the dancers on the floor.

It didn’t take long, though, for the video to finish, showing off the formerly plastic stallions enjoying their domination at the hands of these mares, and finally finishing off with Vinyl Scratch and Nightfire, with the plastic stallion they caught from earlier, cumming on the stallion’s face, to show off that effect of the real stallion revealed by Vinyl and Nightfire’s futa cum. The stallion gasped for air, as if breathing for the first time, and had a look of awe and incredible relief, finally freed of his plastic prison.

Cheering ensued, as did applause. Vinyl bowed from behind the turntable, and with her track finished, she and Braeburn dismounted from the stage. Braeburn parted ways with Vinyl, giving her a kiss on the shoulder, lacking the height to reach anything above it. Vinyl leaned down to give him a kiss on the nose. “Thanks, cutie,” she acknowledged, “feel free to come by anytime… I’d be glad to have you performing up on stage again or in one of the cages,” she suggested. With a wink and a smile, Braeburn nodded. “Sure thing, darlin’,” he replied. “It was a real fun night here, I sure can’t wait to be comin’ back as soon as my schedule frees up,” he said with a genuinely grateful smile and a tight hug. After that, he disappeared into the crowd, while Vinyl decided to head to the bar and kick back. Nightfire stood behind the bar, and the two gave each other a friendly kiss - one that might make many think they were lovers, but Vinyl just liked to kiss those she felt close to, even if she did slip them the tongue. Nightfire, her closest friend for years, kissed back and casually squeezed Vinyl’s tits. In one swift motion, she tore off the boob tube Vinyl had been wearing this whole time, letting those E-cup mounds hang free, eliciting a relieved moan of pleasure from the DJ. The two mares kept it up, until Vinyl finally broke the kiss. “See you tomorrow?” she asked.

“You know it,” Nightfire replied with a grin as she stepped back and slid Vinyl her favorite energy drink, which the music mare took eagerly, sat back, and took a long gulp. Once she set down her drink and could see in front of her, she noticed a few red and white collared stallions eyeing her lustfully, but the male kirin from earlier strut forward, still wearing his firefighter outfit, and licking his lips.

“So I hear you’re interested in hiring me for the night,” the kirin spoke in a sultry, almost feminine voice. Vinyl licked her lips at the sight, pulled out her phaser, and motioned him over with a gentle “come hither” gesture with her right index finger.

The kirin strut towards her like a model on the runway. “I sure am,” she admitted. “Never been with a kirin before… I hear you guys are… durable.” Vinyl handed the phaser to him, so he could adjust the pain/pleasure settings to his liking.

“We’re quite fireproof,” the kirin replied as he tweaked the phaser’s setting gingerly, trying to get it to the right setting, “and have somewhat thicker hides.” He handed the phaser back to the DJ. “I think this should give you an idea of how much thicker.”

Vinyl took the phaser back and looked at the setting, and her eyes widened just a little. The dial was only a few ticks away from the maximum possible pain setting. Her expression of surprise turned to a grin, as she quickly, and without warning pushed the phaser against the kirin’s chest. She held it there for the required five seconds, in order to make the electric-charged mark appear properly, and watched his reaction. It was one of wincing, gritting teeth, and gripping onto Vinyl’s arm as he helped her to hold the phaser right in the middle of his chest. “NNghh… hurts so good!” He panted once Vinyl pulled the phaser off and left behind the horseshoe-shaped currency mark on his chest, enough for an hour and change.

Vinyl patted her lap as the kirin climbed up onto her. She reached around to squeeze his bubble rear as she coaxed him to suckle on one of her neon blue nipples, something he did eagerly.

“Fuuuck,” Vinyl panted, throwing her head back in pleasure. As her head fell back, her eyes, partly open, looked around to see other mares partaking in some of the other stallions, just as she did. Each of the free and for-hire cage dancers were occupied by a mare or three, while the other stallion guests busied themselves with letting the music move them, or pleasuring a mare in whatever kinky manner she desired. Heartened by the display, and excited by both the prospects and the kirin atop her, she spanked her companion for the night hard and just had to speak out her enthusiasm. “This is gonna be one hell of a club!”