Paparazzi

by D4RTH4NN3

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, DJ P0N-3, Romance, Comedy
Length: 1220

A second-person story starring you and Vinyl Scratch. You work for a famous magazine and are sent to interview the famous DJ for an article. Needless to say things get hot and heavy. ;)

A second-person story starring you and Vinyl Scratch.
You work for a famous magazine and are sent to interview the famous DJ for an article. Needless to say things get hot and heavy. ;)
Inspired by GorisTheDeathclaw

Published 2013-04-06 13:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-04-06 13:10:01 UTC

Paparazzi

Paparazzi

You trot towards the building. 'Party Hard' the best night club in town, where the famous DJ PON-3 (AKA Vinyl Scratch) performed. You were here to interview her for an article for the famous magazine of which you worked for, 'Musicians Gallery'. If this interview and article went well it could skyrocket her fame. If it went poorly, well, ponies would lose respect for the famous DJ. You reach the backstage entrance and find it locked. You sigh and trot around the building to the front entrance. When you do, you see the long line of hopeful ponies, anxiously waiting to get inside. You can hear the music pounding through the cement walls. You make your way to the bouncer and show him your ID.
“Hey I'm here to interview Vinyl Scratch.” You say.
“Ugh I HATE paparazzi. I'm not gonna let you in.” He says. You sigh and give him 20 bits. He laughs. You grumble and hand him 50 more. You make a mental note to write about the poor response to media. “That's more like it.” He says grinning ear to ear. He turns and opens the door, allowing you to enter.. The music is deafening. You see flashing lights and lasers bouncing off the walls. All the ponies seem to be wearing glow sticks across the necks and glow-in-the-dark make-up. You make your way through the crowd, reaching the backstage door. You open the door and look inside. There are beanbags that look well used, and you see lava lamps and a cooler. There are pictures of various artists, some you know, like Octavia and Noteworthy, and some you don't know. You make your way towards one of the beanbags and lay down. You look at your watch, it's still 30 minutes until the show ends, so you decide to grab a drink. You head over to the cooler and look through it to find it filled with apple cider and whiskey. You pour yourself a mixture of both, and down the glass. You pour yourself another and head back to your seat.

35 minutes and five drinks later, you notice that you feel a bit tipsy. Vinyl Scratch enters the room and looks at you puzzled.
“Oh yea, I forgot about the interview.” She says, looking embarrassed.
“No worries.” You say, smiling.
“Let me just grab a drink first, then we can get started.” She goes to the cooler and pours herself some of the whiskey. She downs the glass and then grabs the whole jar.
“It's my favorite thing to drink after a show.” She says after seeing your startled look.
“OK, let's get started.” You say, grabbing your notebook and pen. “So, how long have you been a DJ?”
“Uh, about five years.”
“Is it true you're planning on releasing a new album?”
“Yea me and Octavia worked on it together, it's called You & Me, it's my third album to date and my first working with another artist.”
“How was it working with Octavia?”
“Pretty awesome!” She says. “She's GREAT to work with and an amazing violinist.”
You continue talking to her, asking her questions about her life, hobbies, interests, and love life. You're surprised when she answers that she's currently not seeing anyone. You and her continually drink until by the time the interview is over, you are both completely drunk.
“Wow,” She slurs. “I'm wasted.” She hiccups.
“Ditto.” You agree. “Well I think it's about time that I uh, leave.” You grab your stuff to leave and wobble trying to get up. You're surprised when Vinyl gets up and pushes you back down onto the bean bag.
“Wait, don't go just yet. Don't you want to have some fun?” She says, looking at you seductively.
“Like what?” You ask, confused.
“Like this.” And with that she leans in and kisses you. The room seems to spin and all you can do is focus on her kissing you. You sigh and kiss back just as passionately, and are surprised when she pushes her tongue past your lips and invades your mouth with it. You push back with your own and it's a game to see who can push the longest, yet she eventually tires and retreats and you explore her mouth.
“Oh, I'm so wet, come down here and lick my pussy.” She moans. She pulls you off the chair and swaps places with you. She leans back, opening her legs, exposing her gaping pussy.
“Are you sure?” You ask nervously.
“Of course,” She purrs. “I just want this interview to go as well as possible.” You bend down and begin eating out her cunt, smelling the aroma and tasting the juices sliding down the lips. Vinyl moans and begs you to keep going. Agreeing, you push your tongue in and invade her cavity, loving the taste. You move your hoof down and circle her asshole. She moans loudly and looks down at you, her tongue lolling from her mouth. You Shove your hoof inside her ass and she screams in delight. You begin moving your hoof in and out of her asshole, pumping faster gradually.
“Ugh, I can't take it anymore, I need your cock in me NOW!” She cries. You pull out your hoof and place your hooves on her hips, positioning your dick in front of her cunt. You slowly move your dick inside her until you fill her completely with it. You look up at her and she nods, grinning. You smile back and begin pumping your dick in and out of her. She screams and you moan and go faster and faster, but that's when you feel it. A deep rumbling in your stomach. Your mouth begins to salivate and the room spins and shakes. You stop fucking her, feeling queasy.
“What's wrong, why'd you stop?” She asks, obviously annoyed.
“I uh, I-” You start to speak, but that's when it happens. You vomit all over Vinyl Scratch. For a moment none of you speak, but then she yells, ending the silence.
“HOLY SHIT, WHAT THE FUCK, IT'S ALL FUCKING OVER ME, GROSS GROSS GROSS! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! NOW!”
You stammer, trying to explain that it was only the drink but there's no way you're talking your way out of this one. You wipe the puke from your mouth and wobble away from her, still feeling upset. When you exit the room, you can hear her screaming behind you.

The next day, you go to work and find out that you've been fired. Apparently Vinyl Scratch called your manager and told him what happened. Your boss can hardly contain his laughter when he fires you. You leave, the shame hanging over your head like a cloud. You get home and look through the newspaper's classified ads. You find a job at a newspaper company and make a mental note to apply there tomorrow. You head to bed, the embarrassment choking you. When you awake, you head over there and give them you're resume.
“This is good, but if you want to work for us, you'll need to do an interview.” He says.
“Who?” You ask.
“Vinyl Scratch.” He says, looking at your horrified face.
This is going to be the worst interview ever.

Author's Note

Inspired by GorisTheDeathclaw