Pinkie Floyd: The Wall

Pinkie Pie had been without Braeburn for months, and she wasn't one to fool around with groupies. She was still young and inspired, still full of energy and prowess. Currently she couldn't consider herself dedicated to any relationship, and was having trouble deciding whether or not to give in to her urges. She breathed in deeply, kicking a leg out and having another sip of her drink. She was sitting calmly backstage, as those surrounding her drank and ate small dishes. She thought carefully back to her teenage days. She hadn't waited to screw Braeburn, in fact they made hay in the barn at least once a week, but should she stay celibate now?

Pinkie made a decision. Fuck safety. It was time to be a real rockstar, a sponsor of sex, drugs, and rock and roll.

A group of stallions in tight clothing confidently walked forward, fronted by dark gray pegasus with an icy blue mane. The stallions were confidently prowling onward, and their intent was clear. They didn't have to ask how they were going to get into the party they were going to, they already had a dirty, wonderful plan.

They had relied on this plan plenty of times in order to meet their favorite rockstars. This group, led by music and sex loving Thunderlane, quickly approached guards standing near. The guards, female pegasi, stared at the groupies. Many of them told the colts to get back, but none could deny that they were so incredibly attractive.

As the stallions embraced the guards seductively, Thunderlane continued forward with confidence. All guards were the same, and just like usual they gave into the charm of the groupies and let them past. Thunderlane kept his eyes on the prize and grabbed a stash of backstage passes from the back pocket of a guard. They were probably for someone else, but she was too distracted to notice him taking them.

Lane whistled and the boys triumphantly continued on towards the backstage. Some of the guard ponies followed, and they all emptied into a trailer for a bit of fun.

Pinkie looked around to see an incredibly handsome pegasus stallion taking a sip of cider. She watched him for a few seconds. He was clearly very social, and looked awfully clean-cut. Pinkie knew that Braeburn didn't care about her anymore, and she was dying to get some action.

She stepped up to him, trying not to lose her nerve.

"And what would your name be?" she asked, flipping her hair to one side.

"Thunderlane, I'm a really big fan."

Pinkie almost laughed aloud. She was so used to that answer, and it hardly affected her anymore. The first hundred times she'd heard, "I'm a really big fan" her heart was warmed, but not so much anymore. She wondered if he would worship her.

"Nice to meet you," Pinkie said, taking off her stylish sunglasses and winking at him.

"I brought my vinyl record of your album 'The Lyrist at Dawn'. Do you think you could sign it, I'd really appreciate it," Thunderlane asked, looking somewhat embarrassed. Pinkie admired how calm and collected he was, unlike most fans.

"Sure, cutie. Why don't you step into this room over here with me and I'll sign all over," Pinkie answered, opening up the green room door. Thunderlane took a step back, then grinned and nodded. They entered the room, and Pinkie locked the door behind them.