The door to the backstage opened, allowing the sound of several thousand screaming fans to flood into the room and drown out everything else. The room’s previous lone occupant stopped and looked up at the three young mares as they walked in.

Sweetie Belle wore a flashy as well as reflective bright purple and white skin-tight outfit that looked like flames and ended at her neck in a wide open collar. Apple Bloom had a similarly tight suit though hers was black and white and made to resemble a stylized version of the night sky. Scootaloo was last, with the pegasus’ blue, pink, and purple leotard being covered in large rips. Each of the trio wore bright, exaggerated makeup, and despite looking quite tired, they also had on large smiles tinged with excitement.

“-totally can't believe you made out with that fan!” Scootaloo exclaimed.

“What? She was hot and she managed to sneak on stage. I had to give her something,” Sweetie Belle retorted.

“I’m surprised you didn't give her cunt a tongue punching given how vigorously you two were going at it,” Apple Bloom added, much to Sweetie Belle’s chagrin and Scootaloo’s amusement.

“I wouldn't do that. I’d think about it, sure but I wouldn't do that,” Sweetie Belle dismissed.

“Great show out there,” greeted their manager, interrupting the conversation and wrapping a hoof around Sweetie Belle’s shoulders. “Though I like how you uh, work the crowd there, Sweets, let's try not to do anything that may encourage ponies to climb over the barricades or fight security. I really don't want to have to deal with losing our insurance again.”

“That thing with that crazy fan was a total fluke,” Scootaloo dismissed, grabbing a beer from the concession table and falling into an open couch. “It hasn't even happened since.”

“That's because I hired more security, not because it hasn't stopped happening,” the grey-furred, and steely-eyed stallion retorted.

“It's fine,” Sweetie Belle stated, gently removing the stallion’s foreleg from her shoulders. “We’ll put out some statement that this was a one-off thing and that no one should attempt it.”

“That should put a bit of a dampener on the potential problem,” murmured the man.

“Relax Press Pass, we’re like, the fifth biggest band in Equestria right now. Even if it does happen again we can afford a bit more security at our shows,” Apple Bloom added, grabbing a bottle of champagne and plopping down next to Scootaloo.

“If we have to hire more security then we won't be able to get as quite a lavish spread here you know,” Press Pass warned. “We might even have to dial back on the booze and snacks.”

“If you touch my bowl of only red Skittles I am quitting this band entirely!” Scootaloo exclaimed.

“Woah let's just relax. This will probably blow over in a week or so,” Sweetie Belle offered.

“Let us hope so,” Press Pass muttered, straightening his tie.

“So are you here to have an after-party drink with us or are you hanging around for the orgy?” Apple Bloom asked before taking a swig straight from the bottle.

“For the hundredth time, I’m gay,” Press Pass exclaimed, throwing up his hooves. “How have you not gotten that by now?”

“Slipped my mind is all,” Apple Bloom shot back.

“Augh, no,” Press Pass murmured. “I actually came to relay you an offer from the Azure Trio, but since you all seem so intent on teasing me today maybe I’ll just hold on to this information.”

“What, really!” Sweetie Belle exclaimed, spitting out a spray of half-chewed pretzels. “What did they say?”

“Yeah dish Press Pass. You know you can't just dangle something that enticing and then just leave,” Scootaloo added.

“If it makes you feel any better, I am sorry about that jab earlier,” Apple Bloom stated.

“It does thank you and get this,” Press Pass began, leaning in close and gaining a mischievous grin. “As you know they have been in a bit of a rut lately, a deep rut.”

“They haven't put out any new music in like forever,” Sweetie Belle whispered. “Ponies are starting to worry.”

“No kidding. I overheard the roadies saying they had a pool going on how this ends and currently the biggest one is them breaking up,” Apple Bloom remarked.

“No way. They’d never break up. They’ve been at it a while, yeah but they’re still at the peak of their power and prestige!” Scootaloo exclaimed, throwing up her hooves and spilling a splash of beer. “It would be like if… I don't know. Princess Celestia just up and retired tomorrow for no reason.”

“I mean it wouldn't be quite the same but whatever,” Press Pass dismissed. “The point is that they’ve asked for help with this deep rut they’ve been in.”

“They’ve asked us for help?” Sweetie Belle gasped.

“Yup. They apparently saw one of your recent concerts incognito and were blown away by your unique energy,” Press Pass offered, chuckling to himself.

“You mean our raw sex appeal! Hooraw baby!” Scootaloo shouted.

“I’d like to think our technical skill would have counted for something,” Apple Bloom muttered.

“They liked that too but they admitted that it was that drive that really made them think that you three would be the right ponies for the job,” Press Pass finished.

“Oh my gosh, this is amazing!” Sweetie Belle shouted. “If we could collaborate with the Azure Trio, we wouldn't be the fifth biggest band we’d be the third, or maybe even the second!”

“We could finally beat out that hack Swift Water,” Apple Bloom declared.

“Let's not get too hasty girls. Press Pass hasn't even said if our help would come in the form of an official collaboration or not,” Scootaloo cautioned.

“Yeah, it would be in the form of a song, or possibly more than one song if you play your cards right,” Press Pass whispered, leaning back. “But a guarantee of at least one provided you are able to break their collective creative funk.”

“I’m down, what about you girls?” Apple Bloom inquired.

“Seems like a good idea,” Scootaloo added.

“A good idea? This is a great idea. This is the best idea anyone has ever had since the person who thought of sliced bread thought of sliced bread!” Sweetie Belle shouted, the mare jumping excitedly into the air.

“Ha, that's the spirit, now there are a few details,” Press Pass cautioned.

“Spit it out, man. Don't keep us in suspense. Sweetie Belle might explode,” Scootaloo added.

“They want to meet with and work with you girls in a one-on-one type of manner,” Press Pass replied. “Scootaloo would be with Sapphire shores-”

“Hell yeah. The costume mistress herself. I am so down,” Scootaloo proclaimed.

“-Apple Bloom, you would be meeting with and assisting Countess Coloratura,” Press Pass continued.

“Aww cool. She’s my favorite,” Apple Bloom declared.

“Wait, that means I’m with Songbird Serenade!” Sweetie Belle squealed in excitement. “This is the best day, ever!”

“Yes, it's amazing now would you keep those high notes on the stage?” Press Pass whispered, clutching his ears. “I’m afraid you’ll blow an eardrum.”

“Best get used to it now boss man,” Scootaloo warned, getting off the couch and bumping her shoulder against the male’s. “She is going to be like this until this collab happens. Speaking of which, when is this going down?”

“A week. Just enough time for you girls to finish this leg of the tour,” Press Pass answered.

“That's sure nice of them. I’d hate to have to cancel on all those nice folks,” Apple Bloom muttered.

“Who cares about those peons? We get to work with the Azure Trio themselves!” Sweetie Belle shouted at the top of her lungs. “Bring out the hard alcohol and all those hotties you got waiting to join the orgy!”

“Oop looks like things are starting early. Are you sure you won't stick around Pressy? We usually get more than a few bi dudes,” Apple Bloom offered.

“I don't know,” Press Pass murmured.

“Oh come on. You never join us. Just this once relax, get a few drinks in you, and while you're at it, maybe a few hard dicks too,” Scootaloo added.

“This is a pretty momentous occasion,” Press Pass whispered, only to throw up his hooves. “Aww what the heck. You’ve talked me into it.”

“Fuck yeah. We are going to get wasted tonight, bitches!” Sweetie Belle screamed before smashing two bottles of champagne together and guzzling the liquid that actually landed in her mouth and did not cover her.

“Oh it is going to get crazy in here,” Scootaloo murmured.

“Should I be regretting my decision already?” Press Pass muttered.

“Nah. You’ll be fine… probably,” Apple Bloom remarked with a shrug. “Just uh, stay out of Sweetie Belle’s way unless you wanna lose a leg.”

Sweetie Belle excitedly poked her into the small booth and looked around. She immediately noticed the longboard filled with hundreds if not thousands of tiny switches. Panels, speakers, televisions, and other banks of equipment were arrayed around the lone mare sitting on a black office chair in the middle of the room.

“Hey, uh, is this the right sound booth thingy?” Sweetie Belle asked hesitantly. “I might be in the wrong room again. This place is a labyrinth.”

“Huh?” The producer murmured, glancing over to the new arrival. “Who are you again?”

“I’m-”

“Wait!” She shouted, rising from her seat, stars sparkling in her eyes. “You are Sweetie Belle! The one Songbird was so intent on meeting.”

“She really wanted to meet me?” Sweetie Belle exclaimed.

“Yes, she heard rumors of your great skills and after running into this metaphorical wall, knew you’d be the one to help her out,” the producer stated confidently.

“Could you repeat that a few more times, please? I really wanna savor this moment,” Sweetie Belle purred.

“No time. We need you in the booth immediately,” the producer urged. “Time is running out, and Songbird simply must hit that high note today, or else we will not be able to record her parts for another three months!”

“And the album is supposed to come out in only a month and a half,” Sweetie Belle murmured, snapping to attention. “You can count on me, ma’am! I’ll do whatever it takes!”

“See to it that you do. Now, get in there,” the producer demanded, pointing over to a black door that presumably led into the recording booth itself.

“Alright, thank uh whoever you are!” Sweetie Belle exclaimed.

She didn't get an answer, however, as before Sweetie Belle knew it she was shoved through the door. The moment she was pushed into the slightly cramped room Sweetie Belle expected to be greeted with instructions on what she was supposed to do. Instead, she found herself face to face with Songbird Serenade herself.

She looked exactly as she did in Sweetie Belle’s dreams. Her yellow and black bangs covered her face, her wings were tucked regally at her side, and her signature shirt was unbuttoned and open. Upon the mare’s head was the large pink bow that Sweetie Belle expected, but there was also a pair of headphones covering her ears.

“Hey there Sweetie Belle,” Songbird Serenade greeted with a smile. “How good of you to join us.”

“Uh bwuh?” Sweetie Belle muttered.

“Who were you expecting, Elvis?” Songbird teased, her smile growing crooked.

“I uh don't know what I expected to be honest,” Sweetie Belle blurted out. “A bit part as a backup singer maybe. I didn't actually expect you to be to be here in the flesh.”

“I thought the instructions I gave to your manager were clear,” Songbird remarked.

“Oh they were,” Sweetie Belle hastily replied. “I just didn't believe him.”

Songbird Serenade chuckled, the sound coming out more akin to the tinkling of tiny bells rather than laughter.

“Even her giggles are beautiful,” Sweetie Belle whispered to herself.

“Yes I do need your help, but I warn you that what I had in mind was rather well… crass,” Songbird murmured, cringing slightly.

“I don't care what it is. I’d kill for you Sonbird,” Sweetie Belle boldly declared.

“I wasn't thinking of anything quite so… bloody,” Songbird muttered awkwardly, shying away from Sweetie Belle’s intense, gleaming eyes. “Though it might be a rather dirty request.”

“Hit me. If you want to you then literally,,” Sweetie Belle offered, turning her cheek.

“I heard of your particular oral talents with the uh, flesh flute as they say,” Songbird remarked.

“Flesh Flute? Oh you mean dick!” Sweetie Belle loudly proclaimed.

“Yes, that,” Songbird quickly interrupted, placing a hoof over Sweetie Belle’s mouth. “Though there is no need to shout it quite so loud.”

“I can whisper if you want,” Sweetie Belle asked, already whispering.

“That would be great and as for the details I was hoping you could help me hit an exceptionally high note,” Songbird continued. “I’ve not been able to get quite that high and I think with your um, unique talents. I could finally hit it.”

“Even if I’m able to wouldn't that not help you in live performances? Unless you want me to suck you off on stage. Which is something I would be totally okay with doing,” Sweetie Belle replied, grinning already.

“No need for that,” Songbird dismissed. “Once I hit it for the first time I am confident I will be able to repeat it after the fact.”

“Oh… okay,” Sweetie Belle muttered in defeat.

“Let's talk about this after you’ve helped me hmm?” Songbird offered.

“Right. Where do you want me? Right here?” Sweetie Belle asked, kneeling down and opening her mouth as wide as she could.

“No, not right here,” Songbird hastily declared, gesturing toward the center of the booth. “Over there please.”

“Yes ma’am,” Sweetie Belle eagerly declared.

The young mare all but sprinted the half dozen feet to the spot Sonbird indicated. There, waiting for her was the podium just large enough to fit her rather large flanks, and wide hips.

“A little snug,” Sweetie Belle whispered.

“Alright, let's get started,” Sonbird stated.

Sweetie Belle looked up in time to see Songbird mount the podium, placing her forehooves on the upper section. This left her undercarriage exposed, including the enormous, semi-flacid futa cock that flopped against Sweetie Belle’s face. Mostly a light yellow color, it had mottled black spots along its length, as well as an enormous dark medial ring bigger than any Sweetie Belle had ever seen before.

“Holy shit,” Sweetie Belle muttered. “That thing’s as big as my leg… awesome.”

Scootaloo whistled a nameless tune as she wandered the seemingly endless hallways. Meandering from one practice room to another, she was met by unhelpful strangers, and sometimes contradictory directions. Not like the young mare minded, she was still in awe at how big this place was.

“Hopefully this is it,” she remarked aloud.

Pushing her way through a new set of doors, she passed through a set of black curtains before emerging into an enormous theatre room. The audience area was empty, as was the spot where a band would sit, their instruments standing ready. Only the stage was occupied, and even then it was only by a single individual who was strutting back and forth with a look of irritation on her beautiful face.

The mare was instantly recognizable as Sapphire Shores, the pony wearing her usual casual dress, Scootaloo noticed. Sapphire Shores was impeccably dressed, with poofy blue hair, a short, curled tail, a dainty white top hat with a purple ribbon, and shoes that added a touch of royalty. Her dress was similarly fabulous in Scootaloo’s mind, with the teal, white, and purple ensemble having a bit of ruffle but not so many that it looked overly fru fru.

The piece of cloth sitting on a ponyquin before her, wasn't quite so endearing, however. Sure it was pleasant to look at, with its long graceful side swoop, and tasteful transparent sections but at the end of the day, it was a simple black dress.

“Sup?” Scootaloo greeted.

“What who’s there? I thought I told you not to disturb me while- oh it's you,” Sapphire Shores muttered, her anger melting away. “You have arrived at the perfect time my dear.”

“Let me guess. You’ve got a blank canvas and nothing to put on it,” Scootaloo offered, jumping up onto the stage with a flutter of her wings.

“Most insightful,” Sapphire Shores replied. “I am indeed stuck in a bit of a creative rut at the moment.”

“Hmmm, mind if I give it a look?” Scootaloo asked.

“Of course. Be my guest,” Sapphire offered.

Scootaloo stepped forward and began to inspect the dress before her. Sure enough, it was nice, but plain, almost painfully so. It may be nice in a more casual and intimate setting but on stage in front of thousands? It wouldn't work, not one bit.

“Right, well. I see what you mean,” Scootaloo muttered.

“I assume you have studied the materials given to your manager?” Sapphire Shores asked.

“Yeah, I saw them. You got a really coherent theme, lots of black, lots of white, classy but still grimy in a way,” Scootaloo replied.

“Not exactly the words I’d use but thank you I think,” Sapphire murmured.

“This is gonna sound obvious to you but have you considered a splash of white?” Scootaloo inquired, gesturing to the dress.

“Of course I have. In fact, I’ve ruined nearly two dozen of these dresses attempting to create something truly befitting our image,” Sapphire replied bitterly. “I’m fairly certain Rarity is going to have an aneurysm if I request another.”

“Yeah, she might have a conniption. Hopefully, that won't be necessary,” Scootaloo muttered, tilting her head to the side and catching a glimpse of the large, rather noticeable bulge jutting out from Sapphire Shore’s crotch. “Say, have you ever considered painting with a different brush?”

“What do you mean?” Sapphire Shores replied.

“I mean I assume you’ve tossed paint on it and whatnot but have you ever used something a bit more… organic?” Scootaloo pressed, raising an eyebrow invitingly.

“Again. What do you mean?” Sapphire retorted, growing irritable.

“Easy. Cum on the dress,” Scootaloo stated. “Let your dick be the paintbrush.”

“How crass,” Sapphire remarked, lip curled in disgust.

“Don't be a prude, Shores,” Scootaloo retorted. “This entire album is about attraction isn't it? It was in the mission statement.”

“I suppose that is correct,” Sapphire Shores muttered.

“It sounds silly but it fits your theme, it suits your style, and worst-case scenario you blow off some steam, and we toss this thing in the laundry after,” Scootaloo continued, wrapping a hoof around Sapphire Shore’s shoulders. “What do you say?”

“You are doing this because you want to have sex with me, aren't you?” Sapphire Shores deadpanned.

“I mean that's a part of it,” Scootaloo admitted. “But if I’m being honest, I do think this idea has merit. When in doubt, embrace the chaos as I always say.”

“It would be nice to get a bit of relief as it were,” Sapphire Shores remarked, growing bolder with each word she spoke. “And perhaps something unorthodox is just what I need.”

“That's what I like to hear,” Scootaloo proclaimed, releasing her hold on Sapphire and walking over to the ponyquin. “Now just give me a second to put this thing on.”

“Do hurry darling. I’m afraid you’ve made me quite aroused with your little proposition,” Sapphire Shores exclaimed.

“I’m coming I’m coming. Just hold onto your dick for a second,” Scootaloo retorted.

As hastily as she could, Scootaloo pulled the dress from its stand and then wiggled inside of it. Thankfully it didn't take long for her to adjust the thing until she was comfortable, her wings emerging from the small holes on either side. Once done, Scootaloo looked down at herself and whistled.

“Damn, I look good,” Scootaloo remarked.

A sudden thud drew Scootaloo’s gaze to Sapphire Shores. For a moment the young mare was confused as to where the sound came from. Then she saw it, the mammoth cock resting on the floor, only semi-hard and still long enough to touch the ground.

“Dear diary,” Scootaloo began, grinning to herself. “Jackpot.”

“Why would she want to meet at a place like this?” Apple Bloom remarked, glancing up and down the second-story walkway of the seedy motel.

Despite it only being noon on a weekday people loitered everywhere and there seemed to be a drunken pool party going on below. Not like Apple Bloom cared, she had been to enough places like this to know that unless you spilled someone’s drink you’d be fine.

Probably.

“Hey, uh Countess? It's Apple Bloom!” Shouted the mare as she knocked on the door. “Is this the right place?”

The door opened suddenly, and a hoof pulled Apple Bloom inside before she had a chance to blink.

“Woah what the hay man?” Apple Bloom muttered.

“Shhh, keep it down,” whispered a female voice.

Glancing up at the mare looming over her, Apple Bloom immediately recognized her.

“Countess Coloratura?” Apple Bloom murmured.

“Keep it down,” hissed the other mare. “If word got out I was staying at a place like this the paparazzi would be everywhere!”

“Uh yeah I guess,” Apple Bloom muttered, standing back up. “But speaking a which, why are you here anyway?”

“Look. Time is short, so I’ll be frank with you. I’m here because I’m stuck in a rut,” Coloratura declared.

“What like some kinda creative rut or what?” Apple Bloom retorted, scratching her head in confusion.

“No, this kind of rut,” the other mare replied, pointing between her legs.

“What do you… oh,” Apple Bloom murmured, her gaze landing on the fifth limb sticking up from between the other mare’s back legs.

It was at this point that Apple Bloom realized that it wreaked of sex in here. Not only that, but the other pony was covered in sweat, her fur matted and dense. She also had a wild, needy look in her eye that both terrified and aroused the young performer.

“You get it now?” Coloratura hissed.

“Oh yeah… totally,” Apple Bloom muttered, unable to tear her gaze from the dark appendage bobbing up and down under the other mare’s midsection.

“So are you going to help me or do I have to call my ninth prostitute this week?” Coloratura demanded.

“Ha, when I’m done with you you won't have a single drop left in those fat knockers of yours,” Apple Bloom proclaimed.

“You better be as good as you say you are. Because until now no one’s been able to keep up with me, not when I get like this,” the older mare stated.

“I’ve drained more dicks than I have bottles of cider. Trust me, Countess,” Apple Bloom began, a wide, confident grin spreading across her face. “I got this.”

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