Stepping out of the limo and onto the front yard, the three ponies all gaped as they looked upon the house before them. “Its huge.” Sweetie Belle murmured.

“Massive.” Scootaloo added.

“Did you girls see that?” Apple Bloom asked, facing the opposite direction from the rest of her friends. “They have a whole orchard of different fruit trees! Imagine being able to walk out your front door and grab whatever you want!”

“Yeah that's cool, but look at the house Apple Bloom! Its huge.” Scootaloo replied, physically turning her friend around.

“Looks more like a club than a house.” Apple Bloom pointed out.

And indeed it looked exactly like such an establishment, with the entire first floor resembling the entrance to a popular club, complete with red carpet, bouncers in suits, and a long line. The upper floors of the house were numerous, and very modern, making the act of counting how many there were a difficult task. The solid wall of glass, was only interrupted near the top of the building, where several ponies stood, leaning on the railing while wearing swimsuits.

“Do you think they have a pool on the top floor?” Scootaloo asked.

A resounding splash, followed by laughter made the three young mares all gasp in shock and surprise. Their manager chuckled at their shocked faces, and strode towards the bouncers, pausing when he realized he was not being followed. “Are you three coming or what?” He asked.

“I don't know, shouldn't we wait in line?” Apple Bloom asked nervously, glancing to the line that stretched nearly to the other side of the building.

The manager laughed and shook his head. “You were invited! You girls get the VIP treatment! See?”

The stallion turned and walked towards the bouncer who stood further from the line, his broad shoulders and massive frame enabling him to look down on the tall unicorn with ease. “Invitation?” He barked.

“Right here my good stallion.” The manager replied, pulling a quartet of tickets from his jacket and handing them over. “Name’s Bright Stock, and this is Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo and Apple Bloom. They are the idols that are in town.”

The stallion nodded slowly and stuffed the tickets into his own jacket before pulling aside the divider and making room for the three young mares. “Welcome to the Music Box, please, make yourself comfortable and feel free to order whatever you like from the bar.”

“But we didn't bring any money.” Sweetie Belle pointed out.

The bouncer chuckled and shook his head. “Oh you three are new, aren't you? This isn't actually a club you know. The drinks are complementary.” He leaned down, his gaze narrowing dangerously. “Just don't go overboard, otherwise you may become well acquainted with the curb.”

Sweetie Belle nodded hastily. “Don't worry, we won't overindulge. Right Scootaloo?”

The pegasus frowned. “Why are you asking me that? Of course I’ll be fine.”

“Good, enjoy your stay.” Announced the bouncer, who gestured towards the large double doors invitingly.

The three mares all looked at one another before trotting inside with varied levels of excitement, followed by a grinning Bright Stock, who exchanged a knowing smirk with the bouncer.

Somewhere in the line up, Diamond Tiara cursed under her breath and kicked a stone. “I can't believe the cutie mark crusaders got in before us.”

Silver Spoon snorted irritably. “And I can't believe you thought that dress was good enough for The Music Nox.”

Diamond Tiara growled. “This is a ladouge, you bitch!”

The slightly taller bouncer sighed as he watched the two mares roll across the driveway, each one punching and biting the other. “Not again.” He murmured.

“Woah.” Sweetie Belle muttered. “This is quite the aesthetic they got going on.”

“Looks cool as fuck.” Scootaloo exclaimed.

“Looks like dubstep roam.” Apple Bloom muttered.

Which was a fitting description, as the walls, and just about everything was a pure, marble white. Including the statues and busts of beautiful mares that were sprinkled randomly all over the area. The lighting was almost completely purple, and was hidden just out of sight, giving the walls a somewhat eerie glow to them. A combination you wouldn't think would work, but clearly did, as everything amazing, and was a perfect blend of old, and new.

“This is really cool.” Scootaloo remarked. “I wonder who owns this place.”

“You will see soon enough.” Bright Stock announced cryptically. “Feel free to take a look around, and then meet me by the back door.”

Sweetie Belle raised an eyebrow when she noticed that there was a solid black door along one of the walls, which was flanked by another pair of bouncers. Though where the last two were large, these two were slim, but radiated a far more dangerous aura then the earth ponies they had met earlier. Their eyes flashed dangerously in the dark, and they both appeared to be bat ponies, one male, one female.

The young unicorn was about to ask a question, only for Scootaloo to tug her aside at the last second. “Sweetie, look, its Miss Spears!” She squealed, pointing to a booth where the titular pop star sat, surrounded by her entourage.

“Pfft, screw that namby pamby pop star, Dethklok is here!” Scootaloo countered, pointing to another booth, this one absolutely covered in empty beer bottles, and seating five earth ponies of various levels of intoxication.

“These producers must be the real deal.” Sweetie Belle murmured. “They even got some of the best producers in the business here.”

“So? Who cares about those old fogies?” Scootaloo remarked with a snort.

“It means that if they are brushing elbows with folks like that, they have money to burn.” Sweetie Belle explained. “Maybe they really could launch our career.”

“I don't know Sweetie Belle, didn't you already say that we were doing fine without them?” Apple Bloom replied cautiously.

“Yeah, but this is on a whole nother level.” Sweetie Belle declared. “They could finance our careers until the end of time, even if we never made them a single red cent.”

“Woah.” Scootaloo muttered. “Thats intense.”

“So do we schmooze for a bit or do we go see them right off the bat?” Apple Bloom asked nervously, while looking around the room. “Cus this is cool and all, but I’m kind of curious as to who these mystery ponies are.”

“We should see them right away.” Sweetie Belle announced.

“What? Why? I thought that bouncer guy told us to enjoy the party?” Scootaloo reminded.

“Do you want to chance blowing this all just because you got distracted by some rock band?” Sweetie Belle shot back.

“Dethklok is not rock, they are metal! Black metal! Blacker than the blackest black times infinity!” Scootaloo shouted back.

Sweetie Belle rolled her eyes. “Fine. Do you wanna risk blowing this all to talk to some black metal band? Or do you want to lock this thing down and then go embarrass yourself?”

Scootaloo grumbled, and gave the five earth ponies one last look before sighing. “Fine, but we are all going to have a shot first. I am not doing this completely sober.”

Sweetie Belle chuckled. “Alright, Apple Bloom. What do you… think?” The unicorn mare looked around. “Apple Bloom?”

The earth pony pony in question laughed, and threw a hoof around her friend’s necks, a wide smile on her face. “Did y'all know they got a bottle of Granny Smith’s secret stash here? It's the real deal too!”

Scootaloo pumped a hoof in the air. “Atta girl A.B, let's do a round!”

“Augh, that stuff tastes like paint thinner though.” Sweetie Belle remarked in disgust. “Plus I thought you agreed not to drink.”

“It tastes like apple flavored paint thinner!” Apple Bloom corrected. “Thank you very much.”

The unicorn mare rolled her eyes. “Whatever, lets just get this over with.”

“Good, cus I got a line of shots waiting for us already.” Apple Bloom added.

Scootaloo sniffed and wiped away a fake tear. “I love you man.”

Apple Bloom chuckled. “Save it, lush.”

Scootaloo threw off her friend’s hoof, and made her way over to the bar. “Shut up and drink your alcohol already, ya hick.”

Apple Bloom smirked. “Flightless chicken.”

“Rainbow Dash fangirl.” Sweetie Belle added, taking a spot next to Apple Bloom.

“Hey, that last one wasn't even an insult!” Scootaloo declared, before all three ponies erupted with laughter, before hastily downing their shots.

Sweetie Belle immediately gagged, nearly tossing her cookies before quenching the taste with a glass of water set aside for just such a reason. Scootaloo tried to act cool and to take it without flinching, only for the pegasaus’ face to screw into a mask of disgust and the pony to grab her own glass of water and down the entire thing. Apple Bloom meanwhile just laughed at her friend’s disgust, patting her stomach and sighing contentedly. “That really hit the spot.”

“How do we keep falling for that?” Asked Sweetie Belle before she went right back to her water.

“I thought I could handle it this time!” Whined Scootaloo before took another gulp of her water. “I was so wrong.”

“Oh quit your bellyaching, we got some rich folk to shmooze.” Apple Bloom announced before grabbing both her friends, and all but dragging them away from the bar and their waters.

“Wait, my water, I can still taste it!” Whined Sweetie Belle.

“It's not so bad -urp- ya wuss.” Scootaloo insulted before covering her mouth with a hoof and stifling the urge to throw up.

Apple bloom just shook her head, and deposited them both in front of the two unamused guards, and their manager who was shaking his head. “You know I probably should have stopped you the second I noticed that shit eating grin of yours.” Bright Stock remarked while giving Apple Bloom a stern look.

The earth pony shrugged. “Yet here we are anyway.”

“The owners are ready to see you now.” Announced the male bat pony who gestured to the door.

“Alright then girls. Are you ready to knock their socks off?” Sweetie Belle asked, after she turned to face her friends.

Both other young mares nodded confidently. “Heck yeah we are!” Scootaloo exclaimed.

“This will be easy, we’re awesome.” Apple Bloom added.

Their manager merely smirked, barely containing a laugh. “Well then girls, go right ahead. I’ll be right behind you.”

Sweetie Belle took one last deep breath before nodding, and doing just that, pushing her way through the door and into the room beyond. Look out future, here I come. She thought triumphantly to herself, unaware of just how much her life would change before this night was over.

Immediately after entering the next room all three girls stopped and gawked at the sight they beheld. The room was relatively large, had its own bar, and was absolutely filled with pillows, some small, some large, and some that seemed able to fit together. It was like if someone couldn't decide between a bedroom or a living room, so they just threw a ton of pillows into a space and called it both. The usual purple and white motif from the last room was also present in this room, as well, though it was slightly brighter in here.

“Vinyl Scratch?” Sweetie Belle exclaimed in shock.

“And Octavia?” Apple Bloom added in disbelief.

The two mares in question were lounging next to a large, round table which had their drinks on it. Both were the picture of calm, and cool collection, the pair eyeing the trio that had just walked in, measuring them. Though a little older than the last time any of the trio had seen them last, they hadn't seemed to have changed very much.

Vinyl Scratch wore her signature sunglasses despite the fact that they were inside, in a less than properly lit room, though if that impeded her vision, she didn't show it. Her long, two tone blue and teal mane was as wild as ever, as was the rest of her fur, which was bordering on shaggy. She smiled as they entered, giving the trio a small tip nod of approval before sipping her bear and reclining into the small mountain of pillows she was using as a chair.

Octavia on the other hand was the picture of grace, and poise, laying on several pillows, and watching them closer than her partner. She wore her signature bow tie as usual, and her long, flowing black mane was perfectly coiffed, as usual. Her grey fur was brushed to a shine, and she idly sipped on her martini as the cutie mark crusaders walked over to the cultured mare.

“I do believe the surprise worked.” Octavia declared, turning to her partner.

Who nodded and flashed the younger mare’s a wide smile and a raise of her glass.

“Wait, you two were the mystery producers?” Scootaloo asked in disbelief. “You guys are like the biggest names in modern music!”

“I see our reputation precedes us.” Octavia remarked, while her partner just chuckled aloud.

“I’m sorry if this sounds rude but…” Sweetie Belle gulped. “Why?”

Octavia raised an eyebrow. “Why what, exactly? Because if you are asking about the decor, I thought it was rather inspired, don't you say think Vinyl?”

The unicorn nodded quickly.

“No its just…” Sweetie Belle blushed and looked away, the pony stumbling over her words too much to say anything.

“I think she's just wondering why you would consider our band. The cutie marks aren't exactly super popular.” Apple Bloom added hesitantly.

Scootaloo snorted. “And you’ve signed like all the best artists from every genre!”

“Y-yeah.” Sweetie Belle concluded.

Octavia chuckled. “But do you know when we signed them?”

Vinyl Scratch smirked as she watched the ponies, evidently knowing where this conversation was going from experience.

“Err no.” Sweetie Belle admitted.

“Before they were super popular.” Octavia answered.

“Ahhh.” Muttered all three ponies in unison.

“Please, sit.” Ovtavia urged, gesturing to the other side of the table. “We have much to discuss.”

Vinyl Scratch waved off the guards, who took positions on either side of the door before pointing their manager to the bar. The stallion didn't seem to mind being ordered around though, and did as he was told, standing idly by the bar and eyeing up the collection of booze.

“So what's the catch then? There ain't no way you think we are going to be as big as all them other acts you have under your belt.” Apple Bloom asked out of the blue.

“Bloom.” Sweetie Belle hissed, trying to get her friend to be quiet.

Scootaloo shrugged. “Well it's true, we don't quite have the widespread appeal of most others.”

“Not yet you don't.” Octavia corrected, the earth pony mirroring the smirk on her partner’s face. “And why would there be a catch? We just want to help you achieve your full potential after all.”

Vinyl Scratch nodded enthusiastically.

“Alright…” Sweetie Belle muttered. “What exactly do you want then?”

“Cus I am so not cool with you guys having any say on the songs we do.” Scootaloo announced firmly. “No offence.”

“None taken.” Replied Octavia cooly. “I assure you, as musicians ourselves, we know how annoying it can be when producers think they know more than you.”

Vinyl Scratch scowled.

“So, like is this an investment type of deal or what?” Apple Bloom asked, while scratching her head. “Cus we don't exactly know a lot about this type of thing.”

“Don't worry, we'll go over all of that in a bit.” Octavia replied, nodding to the trio’s manager. “And with your associate here, I’m sure we’ll come up with something mutually beneficial. First though, I think Vinyl and I were hoping you’d join us for a drink and a show. We can chit chat about the details after.”

Vinyl Scratch grinned from ear to ear and made complicated motion towards both of the guards, who nodded and began to move. One slipped through the door and disappeared while the other moved over to the bar and began to mix a few drinks using rather expensive alcohol.

Sweetie Belle frowned, the pony already able to feel the booze in her system, and the heat that came from it. “I don't know.” She muttered. “We aren't exactly big drinkers.”

Octavia smiled and nodded slowly. “So I’ve heard. Don't worry dears, mister North Star knows how to mix an excellent martini. Don't you mister North Star?”

The bodyguard nodded while he shook a drink. “That I do miss Octavia.”

Vinyl flashed the trio a huge, confident grin.

“A few drinks couldn't be too bad, right Sweetie Belle?” Scootaloo half asked, half stated.

Sweetie Belle nibbled her lip for a moment before reluctantly nodding. “I suppose a few couldn't hurt, so long as there are no more shots.”

Octavia chuckled. “Oh don't worry. We won't have any of those. No matter how much a certain somepony would enjoy that.”

Vinyl rolled her eyes and crossed her hooves over chest in a dramatic fashion.

Apple Bloom chuckled, and leaned a little closer to the sunglasses clad pony. “Hey, don't worry I’ll do a shot or two with ya. Unlike those namby pamby ponies, I wasn't raised on wine and coolers.”

The older mare smirked, and threw a foreleg around the younger pony, laughing and nodding as she did so.

Sweetie Belle frowned. “Try not to get too drunk Apple Bloom, we still have to-”

The door opening, and the guard announcing their return interrupted whatever the unicorn was about to say. “I have been able to find Monsieur Lucky Doo.” The female bat pony exclaimed.

“And I am ready to knock your socks off.” Finished a short, feminine pink pegasus stallion with a long, straw colored mane.

“Woah.” Muttered Scootaloo, who was already blushing furiously.

Apple Bloom gulped, the young pony shaking her head. “Woah is right.” She murmured.

Sweetie Belle raised an eyebrow and watched as the newest pony all but strutted into the room with all the grace and poise of a pole dancer who knew just how attractive they were. They wore a pair of black stockings on their forelegs, and an equally dark pair of floral pattern stockings on their back legs. The male also wore a similarly colored garter belt and a skirt so short that it even it couldn't contain the small bulge in the pony’s tight black panties. He also wore lipstick, eyeliner, and blush, all of which was as dark as his clothes, creating a stark contrast from his brightly colored fur and mane.

All in all, Sweetie Belle had to admit that he was pretty, like really pretty, to the point that even after seeing the small bulge in his panties, Sweetie Belle still wondered if it was indeed a guy. His long mane was tied into twin pigtails that were colored black at the ends, adding to his look significantly and making his appearance even more striking.

He strode over to the group of ponies, absolutely drinking up their naked lust with an arrogant smile. Without missing a beat he hopped onto their table and strutted into the center before frowning down at Octavia. “And here I thought you wouldn't call on me all night. I nearly wiped off my make up you know.”

Octavia chuckled. “And what a shame that would have been.”

Vinyl Scratch grinned lecherously and nodded along.

“And I suppose that these are the esteemed guests I will be helping to entertain?” Lucky Doo asked, before smirked. “I loved the act by the way girls. You were absolutely fabulous.”

“Not nearly as fabulous as you.” Blurted Scootaloo.

The male blushed, and batted his long, black eyelashes at the pony. “You are too kind sugar, but I’d save such sweet talk for after the show if I were you.”

A second later and a round of drinks were placed in front of everyone by the deft hooves of the male bat pony. “Here you are. An Irish Car bomb for miss Vinyl Scratch. A Black and Tan for miss Octavia and a round of Redheaded Slut’s for the cuties.”

The trio looked down at their tall, fruity smelling beverage, and couldn't help but feel a little of their worries disappear. “Hey, aren't you joining us Stock?” Scootaloo asked.

The manager shook his head. “I’m afraid I am going to have to keep a clear head. Wouldn't want to let you girls get fucked over now would we?”

Scootaloo shrugged. “Your loss old man.”

“So, are we doing this thing or what?” Lucky Doo asked, the stallion giving his hips a wiggle.

“Absolutely.” Octavia declared, before raising her glass. “Bottom’s up, girls!”

A small cheer echoed in the room, followed closely thereafter by several drinks being chugged or sipped. IT was at this point that Lucky Doo began his routine, the stallion strutting his stuff with all the skill and expertise of a trained dancer. With spirits high, the night rolled on, with many more drinks, and titillations coming over the next while.

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