It was a beautiful night. Nightsong closed her eyes and smiled happily, ears twitching lightly as she headed towards the distant bumping of the music. It was getting close to the colder months of the year, and there was a light breeze blowing, eddying the somewhat chilly air. Batponies were naturally thicker-furred though, and it was just the kind of weather that Nightsong loved. And her clothing did nothing to change the feeling.
Rarity had truly outdone herself with the outfit, and helped Nightsong with her mane-style. Her black mane had been washed and treated to a divine shampooing with some mane-care product that Rarity swore by, then done up in a bun. They had been going for a Neighponese style, and as such her bun was settled in place with a set of chopsticks. Her slim barrel was hugged by a red-and-gold brocade vest, with the pattern of a phoenix worked on the chest. All four legs were hugged by white stockings that climbed their entirety; it had left Nightsong blushing and spluttering, but Rarity had assured her that Vinyl and Octavia would love it. And she had to admit, the outfit’s effect had her feeling good.
The club was a converted warehouse in the newly re-zoned entertainment district of Ponyville: three stories tall, surrounded on all sides by neon signs and gleaming magotech displays, currently with DJ Pon-3 and Octavia spinning in slow circles, the colors changing and mingling between pink and bright blue. The Hot Trot gleamed out to ponies far and wide, lights shining to draw them in. Crowds were already in line, which was moving swiftly inside, eyed by a pair of bulky, neutral-faced stallions. A few ponies, Nightsong noticed, would routinely be drawn off by provocatively dressed mares and stallions and into waiting wagons or through smaller doors on the side of the club.
But why would they… oh. OH!
Nightsong blushed and stared straight ahead as to not make eye contact. She had seen her fair share of prostitutes in her travels; it wasn’t that she begrudged their work, or looked down on them! It… just was not for her, and it made her a little uncomfortable at times. She wanted her first time to be special, with somepony who…
Ah ah. None of that now. Tonight was about having fun, and seeing Vinyl perform!
Getting closer and closer to the building, Nightsong’s ears splayed as the heavy bass began to vibrate along her ears and down her spine. She hadn’t imagined it’d be quite that… loud. She nervously chewed the inside of her cheek, trying to tamp down on her leg shaking. The ponies around her seemed excited; many of them dressed in little, or as provocatively as the escorts.
Hope I didn’t overdress, heh...
“Miss?”
Eep! The batpony peeked up at the two stallions, who were now gazing down at her passively. The one on the left looked her over, then locked eyes.
“Name?”
Gulp. “N-nightsong, sir. I-I can pay, uh-”
But both stallions perked up at the name, with them glancing at her cutie mark, then grinning slightly at each other.
“Nah, Vinyl told us you’d be coming,” one replied quickly, stepped aside so she could pass inside.
“You have a good time, miss.”
It took NIghtsong a moment to work past her surprise to scramble into the club’s entrance, violet eyes shining. She was going to do it… she was really going to go to a club! Music and dancing and Vinyl and Octavia… Her wings fluttered off her sides with nervous giddiness as she hurried to press open the inner doors-
And stumbled through with a high-pitched screech, unheard in the long pulse of bass. The sound reverberated throughout her skull- Nightsong swore she could feel it pulsing behind her eyes like a thousand small ponies striking her with hammers. The mare tried to feel for the door, wings stretching out to feel her way. Her echolocation was thoroughly scrambled, and she-
A warm form pressed against her suddenly, and Nightsong’s eyes shot open in a panic. A dark-red furred pony had her pressed to the wall, and something thick and chilly was pressed into her… her… ears? She blinked a few times as the torturous bass abruptly dropped to a far more tolerable level, and her eyesight returned after a few blinks. The pony stepped back from her, and Nightsong perked instantly at the worriedly outstretched leather wings on her back. Another batpony!
The maroon-furred mare grinned at her cheekily once she was sure Nightsong was able to think, shooting her a wink as her ears and wings began twitching. Traveller bands had developed a rudimentary sort of sign language using expression and ear and wing placement, and it was something Nightsong had made sure to learn.
“Ear plugs,” the other mare signed, sitting on her rump, properly revealing a shirt that read Tech on the front, “You keep. Help. Alone?”
Nightsong let out a slow breath, then shot a shaky little grin over at her new friend, “No. Two friends. Thank you.”
“Welcome. Must go. Fun!”
The mare beamed and playfully thumped her smaller compatriot before fluttering up into the rafters of the club’s first floor, lost amid the haze of lasers and flashing lights. Now that she could properly hear and, most importantly, think, Nightsong had to admit that the music was not half bad! A little bass-heavy for her, even with the ear plugs in, but…
Peering up at the stage, the DJ there was definitely not Vinyl, but instead a light blue unicorn stallion with a short black mane, bangs hanging over his goggled face as he worked the board with skill. She bobbed her head in time with the beat as she turned to look the dance floor over, noting a pair of signs set up by a stairwell.
Second Floor: DJ Scrawlz
Third Floor: DJ Pon-3
Bingo!
Glancing around for any signs saying not to and, finding none, Nightsong took to the air, flitting on the hot air up the staircase. The second floor was a little more packed than the first, but seemingly between sets- ponies were mingling around the floor’s bar and around a few tables set off to the sides. But the third floor… that was where the party was at!
Nightsong landed at a quick trot as she rushed into the floor, looking around alertly. She recognized quite a few ponies from Ponyville here! A rainbow-haired mare was sidled up against a blushing Twilight Sparkle, who had entwined her wing with the pegasus. Rarity was swaying to the quiet beat playing in between songs, her tail entwined with a yellow pegasi. Indeed, the young batpony noted quite a few couples and herds among the crowd here, and it set her more at ease in an instant.
“ALRIGHT PONIES!”
The batpony gasped and shuddered as the voice rolled up her spine, sending goosebumps all over. It was powerful, intense… so much /passion/ in her voice! Nightsong turned to look up at the stage. Vinyl Scratch was settled at her board, smiling widely as she waved out at the now-cheering crowd. She was naked except for her ever-present sunglasses and a glow-stick necklace, and that smile was absolutely infectious, widening Nightsong’s own.
“Are you aaaaaaaall ready… to party!?”
Nightsong found herself cheering right on back with the crowd, wings fluttering happily- which left them vulnerable to the warm foreleg that slid up her back to drape along Nightsong’s neck. Octavia beamed over at her young friend, eyes bright.
“You look amazing, Nightsong!” she told her cheerfully, a light blush across her charcoal colored cheeks, eyes practically sparkling.
“S-so do you!” Nightsong stammered back, watching her lips more than hearing her words.
Octavia was dressed in a simple black dress, short in that it flared around her flanks, showing off just enough to be mildly salacious and enticing. Her ever present bowtie was settled on a simple white and black collar, though tonight it was a dark blue. Her long, dark mane had been pulled back into a ponytail, flaring out across the back of her dress.The earth pony smiled at Nightsong happily, rubbing gently along her side; she smelled like vanilla and a hint of whiskey.
Octavia perked up as the music became louder- a more upbeat tune than those below, lively in a sense that quickly got Nightsong all but bouncing on her hooves. Octavia’s gentle but insistent pressure on her withers led the batpony out onto the dance floor. Fear clutched at her heart- for just a moment, until their eyes met. A gentle smile and warm affection infusing her thoughts…
“Follow my lead!” Octavia shouted to her as the music began, and Nightsong felt every bit of nerves fall away as she followed her.
She could trust Octavia to lead her true; to be her guide. The earth pony gently helped Nightsong stand on her hind legs, wings flaring lightly to help with balance, while Octavia held onto her forehooves. The lights dimmed around them as Vinyl began her set, flashes of the strobes above and the blues from the stage the only illumination as they began swaying to the beat.
Her violet eyes captured Nightsong’s own, that smile sultry and loving; soft hooves stroking along her sides where the brocade met fur, sending shivers up the younger mare. Her white stockings slid along Tavi’s dress, and before Nightsong could even begin to be embarrassed, Octavia danced lightly against her stomach and chest. She could feel the up and down and rumble of a giggle, even if she couldn’t hear it.
W-wha...
They danced through most of Vinyl’s set, Nightsong’s eyes either locked on Octavia’s, or sometimes turned by her to see a beaming, joyous Vinyl looking down at them while she worked. Octavia’s hooves wrapped around Nightsong from behind as Vinyl watched them, and the batpony couldn’t help but mold back against Octavia, swaying to the fast-paced beat. Sweat was lathering her fur, but she could not stop. She never wanted this to stop. Her ears, even with the plug protection, were twitching and swivelling, trying to catch every bit of it as she could. Emotion was welling up in her chest and throat like she had never experienced before, a few happy tears mingling with the sweat in her fur.
Nightsong gasped as the coolness of a faux-leather seat touched her back, and she blinked her eyes open blearily. Octavia was smiling at her, eyes shining beneath her loose, sweaty bangs, her fur fluffed out from a recent quick brushing to remove the sweat from their time on the floor. A quick glance around revealed them to be in booth near the back of the room; a few others were set up in the area, most of them empty still.
This… this place was a warehouse once? It was nice! The acoustics were great! Something shimmered in the corner of her vision, and she glanced back up at the stage. A pony that was not Vinyl was behind the board now; another stallion, bobbing his head slightly. Nightsong frowned slightly and tilted her head. Was Vinyl done with her set? Well where was she-
A hoof poked her side lightly, and Nightsong spun back towards Octavia… aaand apparently Vinyl! Both mares were looking at her curiously, and Vinyl’s eyes had softened from their usual playfulness into concern.
“Sorry guys!” she shouted, smiling sheepishly, “I was just thinking and-”
Both mares had leaned back from her in surprise, ears flattened against her head. Nightsong’s own ears splayed back, a little bit of nervousness clenching at her heart again. Vinyl was studying her- then blinked, a smirk crawling onto her muzzle as her horn lit up. Nightsong tensed as she felt her earplugs sliding loose.
“No wait it-!”
But the overwhelming sound did not come! Just a comfortable hum, with a study backbeat of light bass.
“Vinyl casted a sound-proofing spell, dear,” Octavia told her with a little chuckle, “So that we could talk.”
The curious unicorn was looking the two earplugs over- they were thick and made of a kind of enchanted jelly, glowing green under the lights. Nightsong bit her lip and quickly raised her hooves, not wanting Vinyl to get the wrong idea.
“I-I could still hear, I promise!” she stammered out, “I-it was just… overwhelming, a-a-and another batpony downstairs g-gave me those. I could hear it, j-just a little muffled. Your music was amazing, Vinyl…”
“Don’t worry, filly,” Vinyl replied with a smirk, “I ain’t mad. M’glad, if it means you can enjoy the beat. And you two certainly looked like you were enjoying yourselves…”
Octavia’s warm body was suddenly settled against Nightsong’s back, with a giggling muzzle settled on her shoulder.
“Oh, I certainly did,” she purred softly, soft forehooves beginning to work at Nightsong’s spine and along her wing-joints, drawing a surprised gasp from the batpony, “Did you, Night?”
“Y-yes,” she breathed; oh that… that felt /nice./ Her eyes widened as Vinyl sidled up to lean into Nightsong’s chest, crimson orbs gazing into her with a tender warmth.
“You look fuckin’ amazin’, Nighty,” Vinyl told her seriously, grinning as she lifted a stocking hoof to kiss, like a gentlestallion straight out of a story.
The other hoof gently slid up Nightsong’s vested chest, which was trembling just slightly. Were they really… Nightsong’s lips spread softly as Vinyl slinked closer, breath mingling in the seconds before they met. Vinyl was gentle with her, kissing and lightly suckling a lip before spreading her mouth, tongue lapping out softly. Nightsong mewled so softly as she opened herself, allowing Vinyl to take the lead and to explore. Any nerves and panic was massaged away by Octavia’s tender hooves and gentle nuzzles along her sensitive ears.
Little trills bubbled up unbidden as Nightsong began to return the kiss, tongue shyly batting and slipping against Vinyl’s; she tasted like fruit and alcohol, strong and heady, and Nightsong… she liked it. She slowly lifted a hoof to rest on Vinyl’s shoulder, and the unicorn pressed more firmly into their kiss, quite happy to let the young batpony wrap her forelegs around her neck. This had to be a dream…
The pressure on her back let up, and tobacco smoke filled the booth, tangling amongst Nightsong’s ears and filling her nose. It was fragrant and thick, almost overpowering. Vinyl chuckled softly as she finally pulled away, panting softly- and reaching to tilt Nightsong’s head to one side. The batpony had no break, not with /two/ beautiful mares; Octavia met her lips with a hum, smoke slipping down into Nightsong’s lungs and sending her head into the clouds. Octavia’s tongue slid in to do battle with Nightsong’s immediately, and she moaned her shy submission. Beyond the smoke, she tasted bourbon and mint. Vinyl’s muzzle pressed to one ear, and Night cried out softly as she felt the tender nibbles along it.
She wasn’t sure how long it all lasted; minutes? Hours? Her mind was a hazy, giddy, frightened, /excited/ mess when the mares let her lean back into the cushions, eyes unfocused. She swallowed a few times, unable to keep herself from grinning like an idiot.
“W-wow.”
Vinyl cackled, her and Octavia’s hooves clicking in a bump as they looked Nightsong over, ears perked up.
“I think you can guess what we’re going to ask you, hrm?” Octavia whispered to Nightsong playfully, tail swishing across the faux-leather seats; that defogged Night’s brain well and good, yup.
“I-I… are you s-sure?” she stammered, glancing between the mares; their expressions never wavered from kind and supporting.
“Damn right we are,” Vinyl replied, grinning, “Octi and I talked it out. We like you, Nighty, both of us.”
“Do you like us?”
“Yes!”
Nightsong was not about to seem like she was hesitant on her attraction to the mares, “I-I do, absolutely. I just… I’m-”
Vinyl was fast. She had scooted close to the batpony, a hoof pressing to her lips to keep her quiet. It was… surprisingly calming.
“You are an amazing craftspony,” Vinyl whispered in a toan that would not be challenged, “You’ve got a good heart. And you’re fuckin’ hot. Got me?”
No, no, no tears!
Nightsong nodded shyly, giving a little mew behind the hoof, which quickly turned to slide up Nightsong’s cheek, and to bring her into another kiss.
“Good girl.”
Nightsong’s wings darted out to thump the back of the booth as a tingle ran down her spine. Vinyl blinked and began to smile, a slow but unstoppable process that left her mouth beaming widely, practically about to split her face.
“Awwww yeah!”
“Public, Vinyl,” Octavia replied with a smirk, though her face was a nice cherry red beneath her fur, “And your song?”
“Oh shit, right!”
Before Nightsong could properly understand what was going on, or restrain her wings even, she was being tugged back out onto the dance floor, her earplugs slid back into place by Vinyl’s magic. The music was new, something she hadn’t heard before. It was slow, with a steady rumbling bass, and quiet vocals throughout. Slow enough that dancing was… different.
Vinyl and Octavia wound their way around Nightsong, eyes half-closed and little smiles on their muzzles. Fur brushing on fur, magic tingling as it slid along her ears and wings. As the beat suddenly picked up, Octavia broke away, a smile on her face as she rose on her hind legs again and began swaying to the beat, hooves sliding up her barrel and drawing up the dress over her stomach. Nightsong’s wings throbbed with her heartbeat and the beat of the song, and as it slowed, Octavia folded herself into one of the broad, leathery limbs, twisting to lock Nightsong into another kiss.
This was different, their tongues writhing to the beat of the song; it wasn’t the gentle, welcoming kisses. This was something more primal, pulling soft, shaky trills out of the batpony, making her body tremble. Vinyl was still dancing, but closer to the two mares, sunglasses in her teeth. When Octavia let Nightsong go, the unicorn slipped in close, settling her glasses onto Nightsong’s head before claiming her in a kiss as well. Even through her earplugs, Nightsong could make out Octavia’s musical laugh, as the night faded away into the beat of the music…