Celestia and Pinkie walked into the club and immediately regretted it. The music was so loud that they could swear that their ears were bleeding straight away.
One of the door ponies trotted up to them, she saw that they were holding their ears and held up a piece of paper. "Take one of these! it helps with the noise!" It had written on it. The pony levitated two small pills over to them.
The pair looked at each other and then back to the pills. Celestia, being more drunk than sensible, swallowed it and felt the pain in her ears slowly fade away; the noise lowering to a more reasonable level in her head.
Pinkie didn’t look quite as convinced, but took it anyway. Feeling the same thing happen. She glanced at the door pony and saw she had vanished, nowhere to be seen.
Turning to Pinkie, Celestia shouted, “Come on, first drinks are on me!” She laughed and pulled Pinkie further into the club.
Everywhere they looked, every spot in the building was packed with ponies either dancing, making out or talking; when Scratch says it’ll be crazy, she means it.
As they moved further in, their eyesight began to get obscured by the smoke that the multiple smoke machines were pouring onto the dance floor.
Celestia was having a blast. The last time she had gone to a club, it had been at least thirty years back; it was a very different time, full of leg warmers and fuzzy hair.
They made it to the bar and found a pair of chairs to sit on, “What do you want?” Celestia asked, somehow getting a server to notice her and walk over.
“Tequila, please!” Pinkie grinned.
Celestia turned to the server, “Two tequila and a triple whisky please.”
The server looked her over, “Are you sure you can handle it?”
Celestia gave him a look, “I know what I’m about. Trust me, I can handle it.”
“Alright, on your head be it,” he replied, making the drinks.
He lined the tequila up on the bar. Placing the lemon slice and salt shaker next to Pinkie, then the shots.
Pinkie picked up the glass, placed some salt on her hoof and nodded. Celestia did the same and waited for her, “Here goes nothing.”
Together, they downed the liquid, licked the salt and munched on the lemon, making the mandatory faces. Pinkie opened her eyes, saw Celestia’s face and laughed.
Celestia joined in and soon they were holding their sides. “I’m supposed to be the drunk one here,” she said, grinning and touching Pinkie’s shoulder.
She liked how Pinkie didn’t shy away from her touch. “I should do it...” Celestia thought, as she picked up her glass of whisky. Needing more courage, fake or not, she downed the whole thing while Pinkie was staring away at the dance floor.
“Pinkie,” Celestia said, making Pinkie turn to her. Now was her chance, she had to take it or regret it for a very long time.
“What’s u-” Pinkie asked, before receiving Celestia’s lips on her own. She closed her eyes and accepted them.
Celestia pulled back and gasped, “I’m so sorry,” she said, “I didn’t know what came over me!” She lied, trying to save face, just in case Pinkie rejected her.
“Sunny,” Pinkie beamed. “Kiss me again,” she ordered.
Celestia was shocked, “Pinkie Pie wants me to actually kiss her...” she thought, only not in her head.
Pinkie giggled, hearing all of it. “Yes, I would like that.”
Celestia blushed, but didn’t look away. She kept her attention on Pinkie. “Let’s see where the night takes us,” Celestia said, getting up from her chair and pulling Pinkie onto the dance floor.
As Pinkie was being dragged, she couldn’t help but shake her head. She was going to get that second kiss, by any means possible.
The pair found a rare spot that didn’t have ponies so close to each other you could count their eyelashes and started to get into the rhythm of the music.
Pinkie moved closer to Celestia. Their faces mere inches from the others, she could feel Celestia’s breath on her lips. She had a hard time thinking about dancing when such a prize was so close, waiting to be taken.
But as much as she wanted these lips, she wanted Celestia’s other, larger lips. She wanted the Princess’s lips to kiss her, not Sunny’s.
The only problem was that the princess couldn’t drop the spell, meaning Pinkie had to do one thing, invite her back to hers.
Normally she wouldn’t, but the situation had changed and ever since the last time they were together, Pinkie had a hard time thinking about any pony else.
She didn’t know what it was. Maybe it was Celestia’s large figure, Pinkie always did like the larger mares. Maybe it was the fact she was a Princess, as shallow as that sounds; there’s a lot of ponies that would try and get into bed with her, just for respect, but Pinkie wasn’t one of them.
She watched Celestia dance and laughed. Celestia looked at Pinkie with a grin. In that moment, she knew why she was falling for her; it was her eyes.
They were the same colour as her normal form, light magenta. Pinkie stared into them, imagining herself falling deep inside and not caring.
Celestia tilted her head and smiled. Pinkie had enough, she needed to kiss her again before the end of the night. She leaned forwards, placed a hoof behind Celestia’s head and kissed her, infusing the kiss with everything she couldn’t hope to say normally.