Scratchen

A/N/ ^____^ hey guys this is Scully (well duh, obviously!) anyways I just went through and fixed all the mistakes that were made with the help of a very good friend Zack1006. Thank you for giving your time to my story. I hope you enjoy! Please rate and let me know what you think.

A mare of pure white coat with an electric blue mane and pimpen violet shades sat with a smile on her face as she bobbed her head in beat of her life. Vinyl Scratch (a.k.a DJ Pon-3) sat atop her throne in the DJ both staring over the countless ponies dancing and moving their groove thing. The ponies were having a time of their lives as Scratch worked her magic and pumped her soul and life fire into her music; it was her baby.

Sadly, not all the ponies where having a time of their lives: one mare who was dragged to the 'accursed hoax’ that was called music was Octavia who had been coerced here by her good friend Lyra.

Two mares sat at a makeshift bar that was off to the side of the mass of ponies. The bar itself had a good view of the stage, mainly so the pony behind the counter could see if the DJ needed a drink.

“Uuuuugghhhhh” Groaned a certain gray mare with a jet black mane and amethyst eyes. “I can't believe you talked me into this, Lyra!” She yelled over the heavy beats of the subwoofers.

“Oh chill out, Octavia, and pull that stick out of your plot for once.” Lyra said with a slightly annoyed expression on her face.

“But I don't understand how any one can listen to this nonsense. This is not music, it's garbage! Preposterous nosies thrown together with random abandon!” She spat the last sentence in a sign of disgust. Unknowingly to her, her hoof was slightly tapping to the beat of the electronic music.

Lyra on the other hoof did noticed Octavia's tapping and decided not to point it out. “Whatever you say, Octavia. I still think you need to let your snout down and take your dildo out of your plot for once. It'll help with your social life.”

Octavia stared at her friend, her mouth agape. “How absurd! How can you use that form of language? I do not have a 'dildo' in my plot; besides, that would be uncomfortable.” She replied indignantly with a noticeable blush.

“Why are you blushing Octavia? Are you saying you have a dildo?” Lyra responded a bit surprised.

“What? Nonononono I have no such thing.” she said trying to look aghast but the ever increasing blush ruined the effect.

Lyra just stared at her, astonished that a pony of such supposed dignity would have such toys of pleasure.

Before the conversation could continue a griffin security guard came up to them. “Ladies, your presence has been requested. If you would, please follow me.” The griffin turned and started to walk away on his hind legs, easily looking over the crowd of dancing ponies.

The two mares looked at each other with questioning looks, before quickly catching up.

Vinyl had switched to previous recorded music so she could get a break and a drink. But also so she can talk to this pony that apparently wasn't enjoying her self. As she made her way to the makeshift bar she came into ear shot of the two mares’ conversation. Vinyl couldn't rightly figure out what they where saying, so she took a seat a few down from the mares. She heard a few collective words mainly around dildos, but the rest was drowned out in the steady wubwubwub of the music.

Hummm, sounds like these two know how to have some fun. Vinyl thought to her self. I think I'll have a chit chat with the two after the show. Vinyl left with a sly grin on her face and walked up to one of the bouncers. Leaning over, she shouted just loud enough for him to hear her over the music. “Hey you! See those two mares over at the bar?”

“The cute ones?”

“They’re all cute. No, I'm talking about the gray earth pony and the turquoise unicorn.”

“Oh, the one with a treble and a lyre as cutie marks?”

“Yeah! Get them to meet me in the back!”

The bouncer looked at her and the two mares with a grin on his face. “Sounds like you have plans tonight.”

“Hehe, maybe! We’ll see!” Vinyl said with a small smirk on her face.

“Ok, then. I'll get them for you.”

“Thanks.”

The two then went their separate ways: one back to her turn tables, the other to retrieve the mares in question.

“Ladies, your presence has been requested. If you would, please follow me.” said the guard.

“Ummm, ok.” came an unsure reply form the both of them. Following the gryphon through the crowded floor, Lyra and Octavia were lead through a semi hidden side door with 'V.I.P.' clearly stamped on it. In the corridor it opened to, the contrast was huge. Here, sterile grey walls replaced the flashing rainbow lights that they had gotten used to. As they were walking down the corridor thoughts were racing through their noggins.

“Hey Lyra, where do you think he’s taking us?” Octavia said in a barely audible whisper.

“We must be below the stage or something.” Lyra replied in whisper of the same degree.

They came to a stop and were told to wait in a room to their right. The two ponies where sitting in there for what felt like hours looking around with their imaginations running on the possibility's of why they would be there. In the corner there was a coffee table with 'Wing boner: exotic edition'. Lyra saw it and blushed, before trotting over to investigate it further. Gingerly lifting it up in her magic, she took a moment to peek inside with a giggle. Octavia watched this with a bemused look on her face. “What was that.”

“Heh, oh nothing.” Lyra said while scratching the back of her head somewhat shyly.

Octavia just looked at her, eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Hmmm..." She murmured to her self. Getting up, she crossed the room to stand next to Lyra. Looking down at the magazine in confusion, she flipped it open randomly, coming to a stop as an extending page fell out full length. Studying it for a moment, her eyes widened, and her blush returned full force. Unceremoniously shoving it closed, she throws it onto the table it had previously occupied. Nearby, Lyra was laughing so hard she had fallen to the floor.

“Hahahahah *snort* hahhaha you have never seen a magazine like that, haven’t you?” Lyra managed to say through her laughing fit.

“Well... umm... I..” Was all that Octavia could manage to say, but deep down she knew the magazine well, just not the exotic edition. She never thought she’d get aroused by a zebra and a griffin. She just sat there tapping her hooves, waiting for Lyra to calm down. She started to look around and noticed a picture by a mirror. It struck her curiosity, and she got up to look at it. It depicted a pony on fire; she let out a slight gasp. But on further analysis the pony was a pegasus, but he had a smug grin on his face.

But he was burning, how can he smile like that? At the bottom corner there was a note that read -Love you always! Keep up the good work! Your 1# fan, Dad- Hmmm, interesting. But before Octavia could contemplate anymore on the framed picture, the door opened behind her and a white mare with an electric blue mane and violet shades on her face walked in. “Hey! Glad you came.” She said in a somewhat tom-coltish voice.

“And you are-” was all Octavia could get out before Lyra screamed near her ear making her wince in pain and rub said piece of flesh that was attached to her skull. She wasn't sure if it still worked but after she rubbed it she could hear ringing. Well that is a good sign. Lyra was blabbing off how she loved the pony’s work and what not. Then the pony walked to Octavia and stuck out her hoof. “Hey there, my name is Vinyl Scratch. Most people call me DJ-PON-3.”

“Ummmm....hi.” Octavia waved shyly.

“Not one for words are you?” Vinyl said smugly.

“Well, I don't know who you are.” Octavia replyed through a blush.

“Wait. You don’t know who I am yet your at my gig?” Shocked that this mare has no idea who she was.

“Well.... yeah, Lyra brought me.” Octavia said, lifting a hoof to indicate the turquoise mare behind Vinyl.

Vinyl looked back at Lyra who waved cheerfully in response. “I see. Well... that leaves one thing and one thing only.”

“Whats that?” Octavia says with a quizzical look on her face.

“Well duh! We should get to know each other! I have to pack up my stuff then we can go get a drink. What do you say?” With that Vinyl took off her shades, layed them to rest on her horn and looked at Octavia with a winning smile.

Octavia just stares in bewilderment at Vinyl's ruby red eyes, trying to figure this mare out. Why would she go out and ask us to get a drink? I don't even know her.”But before Octavia could answer, Lyra burst in and cheerfully stated “Of course we’ll go with you, Vinyl!”

“Great! Meet me out front in ten.”

As the two mares walked out of the room and down the corridor, they contemplated what had just happened.

“Lyra, why did you agree to go?” Octavia asked, irritated.

“Because its DJ-PON-3, duh. I mean, come on! She’s the party pony of the world next to Pinky Pie.”

“But we don’t know the real her! What if she drugs us and takes us to a secret room where she cuts us up and guts us and, like, turns us into a cake or something, or ….cupcakes?” She said with a hint of horror in her voice and fear on her face.

“Oh, don’t be silly Tavi! You’re just a silly filly!”

“You know I hate that nick name, right?”

Suddenly they heard a loud, girly scream, and a blur slammed into Octavia with a force to be reckoned with.

A/N/ Hey guys this is my first try at creative writing....ever (a.k.a first fanfic). I never thought I'd actully post a story...... ever. So the real question is what did you think comment and rate plzz you can also pm me Ilove hearing(reading) what my fellow readers and bronies think. thank you have a nice day.

-Scully