With the fortune she'd made from touring, not to mention all the merchandise she'd sold and autographs signed, Vinyl Scratch was set for life several times over. She'd mulled over what to do with that wealth for some time; donate to the needy? Expand her business? Maybe she could do both at once...in her own way. Thus she'd opened up her own, private club.
Entry fees were cheap, especially if you were a mare, who outnumbered stallions two-to-one. It hadn't started that way, but she wanted the patrons to feel safe here despite how wild it got, and there had been far too many incidents where guys got touch-feely without permission and wouldn't back off.
She'd had to boot out a number of them herself and banned them for life. Thankfully she had lots of bouncers to do that for her now, who were paid handsomely to watch the area like a hawk.
The first one she'd invited was of course her old friend Octavia Melody; but the prissy, overly proper musician had scoffed at first. “It's appalling,” she'd responded. “Shameless debauchery? Why doesn't that surprise me, Vinyl.”
“Lighten up. It'll be a chance to let your mane down, and loosen that stick up your ass!” With that said she'd delivered a swat to Tavi's evening dress clad behind, making it wobble while she snarled back. “Hey there...are you really not wearing any panties tonight? Kinky! No bra either, I'm sure.” She grinned in a playfully malicious manner as her friend huffed.
“So what? I wanted to show off these lovely legs without interference, that's all. My attire is still much classier than that.” She nodded to the DJ's fishnets with a bikini-like white top over them, the black booty shorts, and the lacy boots below.
“Oh yeah, hanging as much of those huge tits out as you can without getting arrested in public is real classy. Not to mention the stilettos heels that make you look like some escort! At least the bow tie's a cute touch,” she added to try and soften an argument out in the middle of Canterlot's streets that was drawing attention, even with the fall of evening.
“Yes, well...I suppose your shades are pretty 'cool' too,” she replied looking at the futuristic-styled sunglasses resting on the DJ's forehead. She crossed her arms under her plush bust with a sigh, gazing up at the stars starting to twinkle.
“It's simply a little fun without strings. You don't have to do anything naughty-”
“Other than get naked, you mean. I know what goes on in your establishment.” She stared her down evenly.
“So what? It's just flesh.” She shrugged. “You get used to it, after a while.”
“Unlike you, I have a reputation to uphold. I could be ruined. And before you tell me you do it all the time, it's almost expected in your line of work. Unfortunately, you know how cutthroat nobles can be.” Her heels clicked on the pavement while she paced about, her hips and buttocks swaying in an exaggerated manner, just like she'd trained herself to do.
“Come on, Tavi. It would mean the world to me.” She moved in closer and took her hands, their snouts nearly touching as she felt Tavi's warmth breath on her. Octavia tensed up, clearly lost in consideration, her bosom heaving. Pressing further, until her almost equally ample chest was mashing upon hers, she added in a breathy whisper, “I'll do that thing you like so much.”
“You devil,” replied Tavi who's cheeks reddened. “Fine. Just once.”
“You won't regret it!” She met Tavi's lips, hands clasped around the lower portion of her bare back, the dress cut so low the dimples of her bottom and a section of its crack were visible alongside a nice portion of butt cleavage.
She stared at it when Octavia withdrew and retreated into the night, studied the undulation of her round buttocks, her supple figure outclassing her own considerable one which was quite shapely despite the bits of muscle she'd acquired. Unlike her more bookish friend she enjoyed quite a lot of physical activity in her spare time, from the outdoors to her bedroom!
She frowned. Despite repeated offers to have her move in Tavi turned her down. They would meet up on occasion, sometimes make love, but she always told her it could never truly work between them. That she wished to settle down, and that sort of lifestyle would make Vinyl unhappy.
Was it true, she wondered? Could she ever stand to give up the party lifestyle for something more mundane, like Tavi seemed to want? She stared at the glowing moon that was rising, trying to stifle such thoughts.
*****
Whenever the late hours arrived, Canterlot came alive in a whole new way. All the little colts and fillies were put to bed while mares and stallions prepared themselves to make new ones. Swinger couples, playboys and girls, or just those hopeful to get lucky made their way to Vinyl Scratch's club, which had quickly become the talk of the town, at least underground.
The bouncers did a quick search of everyone before they were allowed in. A newcomer like Octavia was immediately assaulted by neon colors and droning sounds the moment they crossed the threshold.
She raised a hand to block the brilliance luminescence that halfway blinded her, and she maneuvered her way through a sea of bodies along the dance floor.
While many were dressed in scant costumes no one was naked yet. She breathed a sigh of relief, almost feeling overdressed in the same costume she'd worn when Vinyl and her had their little chat. The click of her heels was swallowed by constant noise.
Her ears twitched when a number of guys and a few gals tried to proposition her, but she ignored them and pressed on. She narrowed her eyes when they settled on the DJ, who was at her place behind the turntables, overlooking the party-goers before her. Looking over her futuristic shades, she nodded with a coy smile and beckoned her over with a waggle of her finger.
“Ready to get down? This is still amateur hour,” said Vinyl when Tavi arrived by her side. “Soon, I'll take it up a notch!”
“Here it goes,” mumbled Tavi who stared at the disco ball glittering over the multicolored dance floor covered in strobe lights.
“Don't be such a spoilsport!” She grabbed a microphone. “Hey, everyone! I have a guest here tonight!”
“Vinyl~” Octavia grit her teeth and bristled, all attention falling on her. She innocently waved back.
The lights dimmed a little, contrasting with the flash of bright colors that pierced the darkness. The reek of cologne, perfume, sweat, and the unmistakable musk of arousal from both sexes filled the atmosphere.
But the real treat came with Vinyl's patented signal; usually she would start with the removal of her top, and toss it aside, until she stripped entirely before her rapt audience.
However this time she sneaked up behind Octavia and suddenly yanked down the uppermost portion of her dress. Tavi's eyes went wide and her mouth opened in shock, her massive mammaries flopping out with an exaggerated bounce and smacking together. “Vinyl,” she hissed between her teeth as the mobs jeered, whistled, and hooted at the glorious sight.
She didn't bother to try and stop her girlfriend when she finished the job, drawing down the rest of her gown to expose those long, shapely legs and the vulva topped with neatly trimmed pubic hair between her wide hips and thighs.
Shrugging it off, she managed a smile, watching Vinyl similarly discard her own thin costume, as did quite a number of the onlookers who laughed and gyrated about. The music picked up speed, some fusion of trance with classical that made her ears twitch.
“Always work better in the nude,” said Vinyl who scratched one of her vinyls. “Makes me feel so free!”
“I suppose I'll indulge you...as usual.” It was tiresome having to be the mature, responsible one, but Tavi knew that was precisely why she was attracted to her; she liked to bring a little order into the more chaotic parts of the DJ's wild lifestyle.
She raised her arms and danced beside Vinyl while she worked the crowds. The music drummed, and she rocked about, working herself up into a sweat that rolled in droplets down her luscious curves. She scanned their numbers, spotted some familiar faces; Lyra and BonBon, the couple pressing their nude flesh together while they made out. Other townsfolk from Ponyville like Carrot Top, the Flower Trio as they'd been dubbed, and most unexpected of all the mailmare Derpy, who happily bounced about.
Vinyl pulled her close by the waist. “Ready for the last step, lover?”
“No drugs or alcohol,” warned Octavia darkly. There were certain lines she refused to cross even here.
“Nothing like that! No, this is much better...” She winked and reached under the stand where her turntable was situated. Below was mostly a bunch of equipment, but also hidden within were a number of sex toys she flashed. “Remember what I said about doing that thing you like? No one'll see back here if we positioned ourselves right. I'll give you the ride of a lifetime!”
Tavi considered if with a rub of her chin. “Oh, very well.” Her cheeks blushed in anticipation.
Naturally Vinyl selected their favorite; a strap on she stepped into and locked into place. Only this was was an expensive mix of cutting-edge technology and magic, designed to maximize the pleasure of both parties. She had it equipped with a pair of thick stallionhoods that looked and felt exactly like the real real, down to their vein-lined dark meat and precum which leaked from their flared tips. There were a number of buttons on the sides where she could adjust the settings at her leisure.
“Bend over,” she commanded and when Tavi draped herself forward she patted her buttcheeks a couple of times. She positioned herself directly behind her, raised her shades for a better view, and started to prod at her lower holes; her puckered anus and her puffy, moist pussy lips which teased the slimy pink tunnel within. Her partner chewed her lower lip and whined. "I'll make you sing like that cello you play!"
"It's a double-bass you uncultured swine," she hissed under her breath.
“You want it, don't you?” She probed at the entrances but refused to sink the erect cocks in. “Beg for it.”
“P-please,” whimpered Tavi whose eyes watered when her loins heated over and she dripped down her inner thighs.
“Not good enough. I want to hear exactly what you want from me.” She pressed a button, and the rods started to buzz, the vibrations sending waves down her orifices which made Tavi squirm and wave her bottom, ready to be impaled.
“Damn you. F-fuck me, Vinyl.” Still the DJ hesitated. “Breed me,” she screamed thankful no one could hear them over the music. “Make me your mare! Breed me! Claim me! Do whatever you want to me, just rut me absolutely senseless already!”
Vinyl chuckled evilly. “You asked for it...” She plunged into her, spreading Octavia open, who moaned while her canals were forced to conform to the shapes. Loud slaps landed on her buttocks, which wobbled and blushed under her audible smacks, thick hand prints left upon them. Her tits knocked about and swayed, her black mane roughly pulled while she was gleefully pounded.
Vinyl started a tad slow to the music's beat, then sped up the song ever-so-slowly, banging her with bucks of her hips. There was another dimension to the enchantments placed on her sex tool; it allowed them to share each other's pleasure, effectively doubling it. It was like she was pounding her own fuckholes, and likewise as if Octavia was back there dominating her in turn.
Neither would last long at this rate. The dancers were a blur of sweaty, naked flesh and color, some splattered with neon body paint to penetrate the shadows. Vinyl wrapped her aura around Tavi's breasts, manipulating them, paying special attention to her nipples which she distended with playful pulls.
Their pussies churned, Tavi's sexholes clenching around the dicks to milk them, pre leaking down her warm, wet tunnels which noisily sucked her in with each thrust which continued to pick up speed.
“I-I'm close,” warned Vinyl who relentlessly battered her, smashing against her cervix entrance, desperate to bottom out in her.
“I know,” responded Tavi between low moans. To onlookers it probably appeared they were dry-humping. They were straining by now, faces warping into silly expressions under sheer bliss, edging themselves to the absolute limits.
Knowing they were well past the point of no return, Vinyl flicked another button and put the vibrations on full blast. They yelped, and with a final, savage thrust she pierced past Tavi's final barrier, sinking into the slippery confines of her womb and striking the walls, her flare curving up while it and the one spearing her ass started to throb with imminent release.
They moaned in unison, Vinyl leaning over her when the cocks fired magically-induced fake sperm into her uterus and ass. Again-and-again she spurted, and their cunts erupted in tandem, spurts gushing while the toys emptied themselves of excess synthetic seed. It dripped around Melody's funholes, which continued to wink, as did Scratch's while they rode out their climax.
“S-so...” Vinyl draped herself atop her lover's sweaty back. “Satisfied...?”
“Yes, I do believe I am.” She heaved her breasts, the DJ still locked deep inside her. It was the most daring, lurid thing that she'd ever done; nothing she'd done in college compared to this! But if this was the result, how could she refuse another?
