Dubstep music blasted into the warm evening air as strobe lights lit up the dance floor. This was one of the biggest parties of the year; DJ P-0NI's Spring Rave. Many claimed it was the best way to kick off the slow, bitter chill of the Winter season and jump into that sweet, Spring heat. Everybody from no-names of Ponyville to the high-end of Cloudsdale to the aristocrats of Canterlot were invited. Drinks were being passed around and good times were meant to roll in a new beginning for many, or to shake off the misfortune of the previous year.
For Record Scrape, though, it was just a chance to host the biggest party he could and help keep his brand alive. He might not have been what many would peg as a man with business sense, but he did know how to keep up an image. And Winter was usually a slow season for him; rarely anyone needed a disc jockey like him during winter events. But when Spring came around, he made his move and wanted everyone to know that DJ P-0NI was always down to party!
"Aw yeah! Best Spring Rave ever! Lemme hear it!" The DJ shouted into his mic as the crowd screamed. One hand adjusted his headphones as his hands worked like greased lightning, adjusting the music and making it bump. The paler-skinned DJ was garbed in a sleeveless, white hoodie with his musical note emblem on his back. He was so caught up in the music he couldn't help but shake his hips to his own beat as well, standing behind his table in a pair of jean short-shorts that did nothing to hide his bubble butt. He was only broken out of his own rockin' when someone gave his ass a sudden smack against his ass.
Record blinked; for a moment, he thought that nobody should've been back there and would've turned around to chew someone out, but when his eyes saw pink hair, even through his visor-like red shades, he quickly remembered who it was that helped him get this party started-literally.
"Yo, Record!" Bubble Berry had a large grin on his face, standing in a yellow crop top with a fishnet shirt underneath. He was in a pair of pink sweat pants and giggled a bit. "Sorry about that, couldn't help myself."
"It's cool." Record leaned back on his table, expertly avoiding any of his disks or switches that would mess with his music. "If I were you, I'd do the same!" A short laugh was shared before Record said, "thanks a ton for helping me set this up! This would've taken me so long that Fall would've hit if you didn't save my ass." He normally had to start planning and setting up this rave in the middle of Winter so it was ready for Spring. This year, things got kinda complicated and couldn't get any prep done until the snow started to melt.
"Hey, it's what I do!" Bubble assured him, his own fair skin glistening with sweat under the lights. No doubt from partaking in the party he had helped set up and dancing into the night. Record had no doubt that the party planner was being literal in his statement, but a smirk did start to crawl on his face.
"Yeah, well, it still means a lot to me." His hand expertly flipped a switch on his table as the music changed tempo. It was a pretty standard song from Record Scratch's personal collection of rave tunes that he never seemed to be without. It was fast and hard and the energy of the entire floor seemed to fire up as the intense wubs flooded the air. "This is the biggest party of the year for me."
Bubble Berry giggled and was about to say something, but he suddenly felt Record grab him by the wrist. In a flash, Bubble was pulled in and his lips were smacked against Record's! In the heat of the moment, Bubble leaned into the kiss, but Record had already taken the lead and was forcing Bubble to follow it. He slipped his tongue into Bubble's mouth as a shiver of pleasure went down his spine. This wasn't Bubble's first time kissing, but this was the first time someone jumped straight to tongue; everything was going so fast and the intense music was doing nothing to help him think.
(Hmm, cotton candy.) Record thought as the kiss broke and Bubble Berry was left to catch his breath. "Interested, babe?" Record had let go of his wrist and started to walk away from the party. Bubble was bewildered, looking at the turntable before turning back to Record, watching him get further away for a second before he started to tail after him. It was dark, but he was able to follow Record by the glow sticks sticking out of his back pocket, which also gave Bubble Berry more time to ogle his ass. His hips seemed to sway with each step, a deliberate decision by Record as he took Bubble to a room.
Grabbing the key from his hoodie pocket, Record Scrape unlocked the door, leading Bubble Berry inside a well lit room. The sudden jump from loud, pitch darkness to quiet, blue velvet felt like a shock to Bubble Berry as the door then closed behind him. Suddenly, all the noise of the party was gone. Pure silence.
"Welcome to the Blue Velvet Room~" Record Scrape began, plopping himself down on a blue couch. Everything was blue: the couch, the floor, the walls, all the chairs, even the table-nothing but blue velvet. "Like it? I made it special for my In-House Shows." The DJ snapped his fingers as much softer music started playing, jazz Bubble Berry thought.
Bubble Berry mouthed a 'wow' as he looked around the room. "This feels kinda intense." He let out an awkward chuckle as Record smirked.
"Oh, don't worry about it." Record chuckled, "I just thought maybe we could talk about your...payment."
"Eh? But you already paid me." Bubble Berry blinked as he walked over to Record's couch. Record adjusted his shades as he suddenly sprang up.
"Oh no, not talking about money." He grabbed Bubble again and planted him on the couch, "just a little something extra. You know, since this is such a big deal and all."
Bubble Berry might've not have been the sharpest, but even he could pick up on what Record Scrape was implying. A crooked grin formed on his face as it started to brighten up into a pink color. A sudden twang of awkwardness came over him. He tried to find his voice, but Record didn't waste time, grabbing at Bubble Berry's sweats and started to peel them down. They were a bit baggy and slipped right off, giving Record a full view of the matching pink briefs he was wearing underneath.
But more importantly, Record got an eyeful of the bulge that was pressing up against the fabric. Record felt his own bit of blush form on his face, not expecting Bubble to already be erect, let alone being so...hung.
"Hehe, was this cause of my ass or were you busy grinding on da floor?" Record Scrape smirked as Bubble gave an awkward laugh.
"Yeah, well, I didn't tap it for no reason." Bubble replied, getting a chuckle from Record as he peeled off his briefs and let his cock hang.
"Whoa. Nice cock."
Bubble Berry covered his laugh, trying not to break out into a laughing fit. Suddenly, he was silenced when Record took a long lick across his dick. The flat of his tongue glided up his shaft, almost getting a feel for its length. He pulled back, taking his cock in a firm grasp before he started to lap up the head of his cock with his tongue in quick, short licks. Bubble shuddered, feeling Record treat his dick like a lollipop before he took the head into his mouth.
The hum that escaped his throats gave a soft vibration against his cock head, his tongue swirling around and flicking at the head in his mouth. Bubble bit his lower lip as he felt the DJ tease his head, hands twitching as he felt Record's hand slowly stroke the remaining shaft of Bubble's dick.
Record's mouth gave a 'POP' as he took it off of Bubble's dick. "Hey, don't be gentle for my sake." Record's opposite hand grabbed at Bubble's and planted it atop his mop of blue head. "Grab onto what you need to, babe."
Without waiting for a reply, Record started to take Bubble's cock into his mouth, bobbing up and down as his hot saliva started to slather Bubble's cock. His pillowy lips tried to take in Bubble's cock, taking in more and more with each thrust of his neck. Meanwhile, Bubble Berry was giving off hot moans from his own lips, hips starting to thrust his cock into Record's mouth. Record felt the tip of Bubble's head tickle at the end of his tongue.
(Fuck, I'm not at the base yet and he's already about to fuck my throat.) Record thought, feeling his own cock tighten and press against his shorts. He tried to pull back off of Bubble's dick, but he suddenly felt the party planner grab at his hair. Record realized too late what was happening before Bubble started to thrust his hips forward, forcing his cock to go down Record Scrape's throat.
Bubble Berry was lost in his lustful thoughts as he throat fucked the disk jockey, Record Scrape giving garbled moans as he choked on Bubble's dick. Feeling his manhood go from tickling his tongue to swabbing his throat was wild, but this wasn't the first man Record brought back to his private room. He firmly took hold of Bubble's hips as he moved in motion with Bubble. With his senses recovered, he realized just how deep Bubble Berry was, with his chin hitting the party planner's balls. Part of him wanted to keep going, to let Bubble Berry just fuck his skull until his stomach was pumped with nothing but cum, but the way his hips began to grind against Bubble Berry's shoes told him that his body wanted more than to just blow him off.
Tightening his grip, Record forced Bubble to stop as he got himself off of Bubble's cock, managing to take a full breath as a few coughs escaped his lips.
"S-sorry." Bubble gave a nervous grin, "g-guess I got a little carried away."
"Yeah, babe. Ya did." Record Scrape said as he got off of the ground. He grabbed at his shorts and smirked, "and it was pretty hot." He began to slide out of his shorts, wiggling his hips as the tight shorts gave way to the bright red thong he was wearing underneath. Bubble Berry watched, his cock twitching and ready for more as Record turned his back to him.
"Ya know, I was thinking of just giving you a blowjob and calling it a night." Record bent over, exposing more of his plump ass to Bubble as his shorts slid down his thighs. His thong gave little to the imagination. Bubble Berry nearly shot off his seat to grab the DJ's ass that was teasingly just a hair's length away from the head of his cock. "Didn't have to, but you're pretty cute and thought you deserved a treat for setting most of this party up, for helping to promote it, and all that shit."
Finally, Record Scrape stood up straight as his thumbs grabbed at his thong and it started to follow the same fate of his shorts. But now, he turned back to look at Bubble, his thong giving away and finally freeing Record Scrape's own dick. It wasn't as impressive as Bubble Berry's, but it was obviously erect. The smirk on Record's face sent a shiver up Bubble's back and it brought a smirk on his face to match.
"But since you've got that monster, I can't just let you leave my little velvet room without the VIP experience." He began to climb atop Bubble's lap. One hand grabbed upon the party planner's shoulder for support, legs planting themselves atop his lap. Record started to align Bubble's cock with his excited asshole, twitching with excitement. He wasn't a virgin, but he was grateful to have lubed Bubble Berry's cock with his spit.
A loud, sloppy sound struck both their ears as the tip of Bubble Berry's cock started to push into his ass. A low, raspy 'fuck' escaped Record's lips as he started to slide down Bubble's dick. Meanwhile, Bubble Berry gave off his own gasp as he felt Record take his dick. Slowly, but surely, Record's tight ass started to take Bubble's manhood. Bubble began to lustfully grab at Record's ass before starting to push his cock in deeper.
"Fuck, that's deep." Record gasped as his ass started to slowly bounce up and down Bubble's dick. Record could see Bubble biting his lip, letting out a few grunts as his dick started to get more use to Record's tightness. His cock probed inside of Record's ass, slow thrusts grinding inside of Record's ass. Feeling secure in Bubble's grip, Record's hand rested gently on Bubble's face. "Hey now, don't you be gentle with me now." The DJ gave him a wink, leaning in and landing a light peck on his lower lip. "Now fuck my ass."
Bubble Berry gave a cocky grin as he said, "okie dokie lokie." Record tried to hold back a snort, but it was in vain as Bubble Berry pulled his cock back and began thrusting with renewed vigor. Record gave off another gasp as Bubble Berry's dick pushed his cock as far as he could with quick, powerful thrusts.
Record Scrape's grip tightened on Bubble Berry's shoulder as he started to bounce his ass atop of his dick. Both men were letting out hot moans, their noises only rivaled by the creaking of the blue velvet couch. The room seemed to shake around the two of them as Record and Bubble were losing themselves in the heat of sex, words melting into moans.
"O-oh f-fuck!" Record managed to choke out as Bubble's dick rammed his ass.
"N-now this is a party popper!" Bubble moaned between his thrusts. Before Record could even think of a witty remark, Bubble Berry raised one of his hands and gave a smack against Record's pale ass. In the heat of the moment, Record gave a loud howl, a short string of cum spurting from his own dick as it trembled and shook.
"D-do it again, Bubble! I-I'm so close!" Record shouted, leaning in as Bubble kept thrusting his cock. "F-fill my ass!" His free hand grabbed at Bubble Berry's pink hair, forcing him in close as their lips smacked against each other in a hot kiss. This time, Bubble Berry was the one shoving his tongue into Record's mouth. Their collective moans were mixed into a loud chorus from the back of their throats. Their bodies hot and drenched in sweat as their bodies all but melted into the other.
In a final scream into the other's mouth, Record Scrape's cock erupted with cum all over Bubble Berry's crop top. Meanwhile, Bubble Berry had reached the peak of his own arousal, erupting cum into Record's ass. His cum overflowed and began to drip from Record's ass as Bubble's thrusting finally started to slow down. Record's legs shook and trembled as he wiggled his butt, Bubble's cock giving a 'POP' as it plopped out of his ass. A sudden sigh of relief came from Record's lips as his legs gave in and he fell on top of Bubble's chest.
When the humping and bouncing finally came to a halt, both parties were panting, desperately trying to recover their breath as their sweaty bodies leaned onto the other.
"S-so," Record managed to breathe in as he looked up at Bubble Berry, giving a toothy grin as he adjusted his shades. "Was it good for you?"
"Was it good?" Bubble snickered, "it was...cum-tastic~"
Record Scrape snorted, "babe, don't say cringe in the afterglow. You're killing the mood."
"Sorry~" Bubble Berry sang as Record Scrape started to climb off of his lap when he noticed the cum smear on his crop top. He took a look at his hoodie; with its white color, the cum didn't show and he could just wipe it away. But Bubble's shirt was ruined. "Oof, sorry about the shirt. That's pretty noticeable."
"Oh, it's fine." Bubble Berry tossed the shirt off, leaving him in his fishnet top. "See? Now nobody will notice."
"I think they'll notice that your shirt just vanished." Record snickered, shuffling around as he recovered his shorts. He took a moment to look at his ass, seeing the bright red hand print across his right cheek. "But jeez, did you have to smack my ass so hard?"
"Didn't like it?" Bubble asked as he adjusted his pants.
Record replied, "didn't say that." He began to tug his jean shorts back on over his bubble butt. "But ya could've warned me you'd be so handsy~" Once the two were relatively dressed, Bubble Berry started to head for the door of the room. "Hey, wait a sec."
Bubble Berry turned around to see Record scoop up his thong. He slid over to Bubble, suddenly pulling Record in for a surprise kiss on his lips. Before a full make-out session could start, Record slipped his thong into his pocket.
"Most would give you a number. But you always know where to find me~" Record lifted up his shades, giving Bubble Berry a wink before he popped the door open. Bubble Berry was grinning like mad before he followed after him to resume the party.
