Night One - Party Popper/Changeling
Main Spring stops as he approaches the club’s exterior. Despite its location in the nicer part of Fillydelphia, it somehow manages to look even seedier than the rest of the city. He nods to the bouncer as he enters, his ears pinning themselves back as a wall of sound hits him, the music much louder than he had expected. The bass pulses through him, feeling like a second heartbeat. Underneath the bass, though, the periwinkle pegasus can feel the energy of the club: a frantic thrum charged with sweat, booze, and sex. Main Spring brushes a forelock out of his face as he scans the crowd in the middle of the floor, frowning when he doesn’t see any recognizable faces.
Sighing, he heads to the bar and takes a seat beside a gray unicorn. "Damn, dude, if its really getting on you that much, we can always try again later," he shouts to his neighbor. "I know this is a bit much, but just calm down and watch for a while. Take it slow; you'll get into it sooner rather than later." There is a pause as he takes a sip of his drink. "Look, just drink a bit. Even if you won't go dance, at least enjoy something."
Main Spring raps a forehoof on the bar to get the bartender’s attention. “Pardon me,” he shouts over the bass.
A sleek silver unicorn stallion glances sidelong at the new arrival and trots over, wincing slightly at each bass beat. He clears his throat and yells back. “Yes, sir? How may I help you?”
Main Spring looks behind the stallion to the selection. “Uh... I’ll have a cranberry and vodka, please. With ice.” By the time he is done speaking, his requested drink is already floating in front of him suspended in a golden glow.
“Will this suffice?” the bartender yells.
Main Spring leans back, impressed at the stallion's speed. "Yeah. Thanks. Start my tab. I'm going to be here for a bit." That said, he takes the glass in a crook of his foreleg and lays his head on the counter, enjoying the coolness of the stone on his face after a long day. His brow furrows as he recounts the day’s events to himself: the number three turbine threw itself out of alignment, Steel Siding decided that today was a good day to protest his fair wages, and to top it off, he had received a citation blaming him for the turbine. His furrowed brow transitions into a full-blown scowl as he remembers his reason for coming to the club in the first place. He sits back up and takes a large swig of his drink.
The bartender nods again and sighs, horn glowing to scribble on a scrap of damp paper. "You seem troubled, sir. Alcohol soothes many worries, but not forever." He would sound graceful if not for the fact that he has to yell every word.
Main Spring exhales heavily. "Bad day at work." Another swig of the drink. "Stuff got messed up and I got blamed." Swig. "Got any pretzels?"
The bartender nods, looking somewhere between businesslike and concerned. He levitates up a bowl of pretzels, lightly dusted with mustard and salt. "You know, there are more... permanent ways to get your mind off your worries."
Main Spring pulls a few of the dry morsels into a small pile in front of him and sighs once more. "Yeah, I thought about quittin'. But then what am I gonna do? There's only the one dam, and I doubt anypony's gonna be buildin' another major project that needs my expertise any time soon." Swig. Spring looks down at the now-empty glass. "Top off?"
Next to him, the other gray unicorn shouts something about heading to the dance floor and gets up.
The bartender refills Main Spring’s glass and clears his throat again. "Options you can... explore here, sir. These sort of places are full of ponies who'd be more than willing to help you forget all about your work troubles." He slides the glass over and finishes, "That's half the reason anypony comes here."
Main Spring looks up at the bartender, a curious look on his face. He honestly hadn't even bothered with the name of the club. He just remembered that a coworker often talked about how he visited after work. Spring had assumed that it was just a place to decompress, but the bartender seems to be indicating otherwise. "Oh yeah?"
Swig.
The bartender nods, a piercing look in his eye. He smirks. "Oh, yeah. Look at the crowd. Look at the DJ. At the dozens of back rooms, all mysteriously locked. You're in a hive of activity, friend. Make the most of it."
Main Spring ponders this morsel of information. Gears in his head turn, lubricated slightly by the alcohol. "Hrm. Never been in this sort of club before. But what the hay. I'll give anything a shot at least once." He slides off his stool, drink clutched in the crook of a wing, and heads for the most obvious place: the dance floor.
Main Spring stops just outside the reach of the crowd and looks it over. The music is even louder here, causing his ears to try to flatten themselves even tighter against the back of his neck.
Swig.
Main Spring spots a stallion who looks vaguely familiar. He tries to remember where he had seen him, his thoughts moving sluggishly. Right, the unicorn from the bar. He makes his way over to the gray unicorn stallion, polishing off his drink as he does so. "Hey," he shouts once he's close enough to be heard, "'sup?"
The stallion looks up as Spring approaches and stops his wild dancing, causing him to get shoved around by the crowd. "Uh, hey. Whatcha need?" He shouts, struggling to overcome the volume of the music.
Main Spring shakes his head. "Nothin' Just came over to say hey. I'm kinda new here and I don' see anypony I know. Saw you back at the bar with your friend." he shrugs. "Here I am." He transfers his drink to the crook of a wing and puts a forehoof out in greeting. "Main Spring."
The other stallion meets his forehoof with his own, narrowly dodging a dizzy mare. "My name's Highball." He narrows his eyes. "It’s weird; I can't help but feel like I've seen you before somewhere. Ah, who knows though. I haven't been watching Cloudy lately though, is he doing alright?"
Spring transfers the drink back to his forehoof and takes another swig, frowning when he gets only ice in his snout. He looks back over his shoulder at the bar. "Your friend at the bar? Eh, I dunno. Maybe? I can't really tell from here."
Highball sighs, inaudible over the thumping music. "I doubt he's enjoying himself. I dragged him here, trying to get him out of his little bubble. I hope I didn't mess him up with this, I mean, this club especially. I don't know what I was thinking. He's liable to get himself in some sort of trouble. Whatever though, I'll play it by ear with him. Why are you here?"
Main Spring holds up a forehoof as gravity attempts to assert itself in an odd direction. "One sec. Alcohol just hit." He shakes his head and steadies himself. "Weird. Usually takes at least three for that to start," he mutters. "Had a shit day at work," he says, louder this time, "Heard a coworker talkin' 'bout this place, thought it was just a regular club." He shrugs. "Never done this before, though. Should be interesting."
Highball smiles. "Yeah, at least you have more than one drink. If Cloudy knew I took alcohol like a filly, I’d never hear the end of it. As for the club... well, it's very... remotely normal. They have all sorts of... services. And I know I'm pausing a lot but seriously, this place ain't generally for quiet ponies. Been here only once before, some guys from work held a party here. And back then, I had no fucking clue."
"Oh yeah? That musta been interesting."
The stallion shakes his head. "Interesting doesn't begin to cover it. Started off normal enough, just a bunch of guys down from the workshop for a round of beers...then the entertainment arrived. Well, it was a fun enough time, and it’s sorta what got me out of my shell. I'm just hoping it does the same for my friend, Luna knows he needs it."
Main Spring chuckles. "Poor guy. So since I'm new here, do you have any suggestions as just what to, you know..." he flaps a wing distractedly, "do? To start off, I mean." The stallion begins to look around for a place to set his now-empty drink.
Highball looks up at the ceiling. "I have no idea. As far as I know, you're already past step one." The stallion nods his head at Spring's drink. "Maybe find one of the staff, if that's what you're into. I think I'm just gonna camp it and make sure Cloudy does alright."
There is a sudden change in the atmosphere as the DJ finishes her current song. There are a few ponies who stomp their forehooves in applause, but most simply ignore the change as she sets a premade mix to play.
Main Spring nods at Highball, appreciative for the temporary reprieve. "Good luck!" He heads to one of the empty tables along the walls and nonchalantly places his glass in front of a random chair. He blinks hard, fighting sudden vertigo. He half-wonders if the bartender had potentially mixed up his order with something else. Usually his cocktail of choice didn’t get to him this easily. He shakes his head, stabilizing himself on his hooves and heads back into the crowd. Main Spring begins to attempt to dance, or at least imitate the ponies around him. Honestly the music isn't half-bad despite its obscene volume. "So how about this music, huh?" he says to a random unicorn mare beside him.
The white mare grins, her dancing fluid and smooth, a stark contrast to Main Spring’s movements. "I'd say it wasn't half-bad if one of my friends wasn't the one producing and making it, but then I'd be lying. Honestly, this is one of my favorite tracks." The mare spins in place and ends up facing the stallion. "I'm Party Popper, and I'm guessing by your sub-par ice-breaker that you're new here."
Main Spring chuckles nervously, his laughter drowned out by the music. "Got it in one. I'm Spring. Uh, Main Spring." He attempts to imitate the mare, but stumbles over his own hooves.
The mare giggles, and helps the winged pony recover his balance, her horn glowing a faint purple as she gently levitates him off the ground.
Main Spring shakes his head. "Thanks. I think the vodka is stronger than I'm used t' havin'. 'S gone right to my head."
The unicorn gives Spring a bright, genuine smile. "No problem. As for the vodka, there’s a good chance the newbie grabbed some of the stronger stuff on accident. Judging by how you're already a bit wobbly, I'd say it was probably gryphon-grade."
Main Spring looks down at the floor, nervousness creeping onto his face. "So you, uh, you work here?"
Popper smiles again, gently tugging on the stallion with her magic. "Yeah, and I'll tell, or even better, show you what I do here if we can get out of this crowd."
The stallion's wings rise unwillingly from his sides as he follows the mare. This should be interesting, to say the least.
The off-white mare gently pushes the raving ponies out of the way as she leads Main Spring out of the crowd, eventually getting them to the outskirts were there are only a few ponies. She trots over to one of the seemingly random ones, chatting with him for a moment before returning to the pegasus with two shot glasses and a bottle of whiskey. "Let's find somewhere to sit and talk for a bit. I don't have much to say, but it doesn't mean we can't have a few shots while we're at it."
Main Spring contemplates this. On the one hoof, he's already had two rather stiff drinks. But on the other hoof he came here to relax. On the third hoof, he really doesn't know this mare at all, but on the fourth hoof the drinks are making it tricky to think. He takes a seat nest to the mare. "Sure, I'll go for a shot."
The mare laughs. "That's the spirit!" She removes the bottle’s seal and fills the glasses almost to the brim. "Don't worry about these being too strong; Pegasus Whiskey is a pretty low-level drink but it has a bit of a burn to it. Bottoms up!"
Party Popper tips her head up and gulps down the shot in one go, tears appearing in the corner of her purple eyes as she sets the glass down. "Alright, looks like that burn is more like a flame, a pretty intense one at that. Can't” ack “recall when I had a drink like that last."
Main Spring sips at his drink, wincing at the burn. "Whew!" He shakes his head. "That'll clear your sinuses up!"
“Yeah, along with a few other things... So, as you might have guessed, I’m a party favor here. Basically that means my job is to make sure everypony has a good time.” Popper stares at Spring, her eyes half-lidded. “In every sense of the word. That means I get to serve food, lend an ear to a drunk, or just plain get it on.”
Main Spring spittakes at this, coughing at the bit of whiskey that gets into his nose.
She smiles and refills her glass before taking a casual sip. “It’s a pretty nice gig: it pays well, I get free drinks, and I can’t get into trouble for having sex on the job.”
"You-" koff "you jus'-" ach Spring clears his throat forcefully. "Sorry. But you just.. and you're okay with that?"
Party Popper shrugs and slams the rest of her shot before speaking again. "Why wouldn't I be? I've never wanted to pursue an actual relationship and this way I get to have all the sex I want with no strings attached. The pay and drinks are a bonus, though the ponies I meet and talk to are why I think I stayed in the first place. They come here to relax and loosen up, but if they leave depressed and worse off than before...” Her face falls. “Well, let’s just say I had a friend who wound up in the morgue because of that. Nopony should be sad or depressed, and it’s my job to make sure that’s always the case here."
Main Spring frowns, laying his head on the table. "Well damn. That's... uh..." he substitutes an actual response with taking another shot. "Wow."
"Yeah..." The mare stares into her empty glass, her ears splayed back and a sorrowful look on her face. Unnaturally quickly, she’s back to her smiling self. "But enough about that, why don't we go have some fun? I know a place that hardly anypony uses and is a lot nicer then the other rooms."
The mare is saying words, but they just slip through Spring's alcohol-lubricated brain like water through a sieve. He lays his head back on the table and just stares at her. "How d' y' do it? How d' y' just shake somethin' like that off like it's nothin'?"
Popper sighs. "That’s the thing, I haven't. Every time I see a sad or depressed pony, I’m reminded of him, but I also remember that they don't have to end up like him. I do my best to make them happy and keep them that way so nopony else has to go through what I did."
Tears begin to form in the corners of the stallion's eyes. "You're... you're a good mare." He sniffs, wiping his eyes with a pastern and forcing a smile.
She smiles weakly in return. "T-thanks." The mare wipes her own eyes as tears begin to slowly form and drip down.
Main Spring moves closer to the mare, pulling her into a hug. She reciprocates, her forehooves wrapping around his neck gently as she buries her face in his coat; light sobbing audible through it "I-I-I should've done something about him earlier... I saw the signs b-but I just ignored them."
Main Spring closes the hug, wrapping his other foreleg and his wings over the crying mare. He says nothing, but strokes her mane as she lets her emotions spill out.
The mare continues to talk, but her words become jumbled and incoherent as time passes on. Eventually, she stops talking altogether and silently cries; though her tears gradually vanish as she is soothed and calmed by Spring's caress. Managing to gather her wits, she lifts her head up and gives the stallion a small smile. "T-thanks for... well, listening. Seems a bit odd for me to do all the talking when I'm the one whose normally listening."
Main Spring manages a half-smile. "It's fine. We all have things that we need to get off our chest. I mean, my day at work seems like nothing in comparison now." He chuckles lightly and shakes his head. "It's funny; the bartender said that there were ponies here who could help me take my mind off things, but I don't think this is what he meant."
Party Popper’s smile grows a little bigger. "Probably, but I don't think anypony could've seen our conversation coming. And do you, uh, mind if we go chat somewhere else? Preferably a place where we can speak without yelling or being this close? And where ponies won’t stare at us? Because I really don’t want word of my breakdown getting out around the club. Nopony wants an unstable mare as a party favor."
Main Spring reluctantly releases the mare from his embrace. "Where do you have in mind?"
"It’s one of my friends' rooms, but I don't think she'll be using it at the moment. Like I said earlier, its nicer than most of the rooms here."
"Lead the way." Spring gestures with a forehoof.
The unicorn nods and separates herself from Spring, turning almost all the way around before starting off. She moves at a noticeably swift pace, but not so noticeable as to draw unwanted attention, probably still uneasy from her heart-to-heart. She weaves her way through the crowd, her sinuous form parting the crowd like a knife. Soon enough, the ponies find themselves at a door not far from the DJ’s booth. “Stallions first,“ the mare says with a slight grin.
Main Spring cautiously pushes the door open, the emotion from earlier having burned off some of his buzz. He finds himself at the bottom of a short metal staircase with another door at the top. He startles as he feels an unexpected nudge on his rump.
"I've been in here plenty of times, and been caught a few, but she won't mind if we use it for a bit. Honest," comes Party Popper’s voice from behind him.
Spring trots up the stairs, curious as to just where the mare is leading him. He pokes his head through the door. The room is rather nice, with soundproofing on the walls and several couches lining the perimeter of the room around a short table.. What most attracts his attention are the four other ponies in the room: the gray unicorn from earlier, a white pegasus with a green mane, and a large creamy-coated pegasus who seems to be enjoying the wing massage being given to him by... Vinyl Scratch?
Main Spring takes a half-step back, looking back over his shoulder to the mare he came in with. "Uh... are you sure we're in the right room?"
She smirks. “Yeah, I’m sure.” She gives Spring another nudge with her head. “Go on, they won’t bite, Well, not aggressively, I hope."
The stallion on the couch lets out a soft moan as Vinyl’s magic concentrates on the bases of his wings.
Main Spring stumbles into the room proper, his wings splayed slightly and his cheeks flushed. "Oh, hey," he chuckles weakly. "Fancy meeting you guys here."
Vinyl glances at him and lifts her shades up to get a better look. "Whoa. Who let you in?"
Party Popper waves from behind Main Spring. "Me! I did! Though I didn't think you or anypony else would be in here... Heh." She flushes slightly.
Vinyl breaks into a grin. "Hey, my favorite mare!" She continues playing with the pegasus’s wings. "Heh, we really outdid ourselves this time, huh? How about -" she releases her hold on the stallion in her lap and gets up, levitating her shades over to the table. "How about we take this someplace a little roomier? This room might work for three, but six?" She makes an uncertain expression. "Just a sec guys, we got somethin' to show you. Popper, go on ahead and get everything set up, would ya?"
Party Popper nods. "Will do. Everypony follow me."
Main Spring follows the mare, the other ponies following him. He walks through the door the mare leads them to and looks around, noting the decor (or rather lack thereof), and more importantly, the presence of several beds. Unbidden, his wings flare themselves out further. Spring looks back at the rest of the ponies as they file in, absently forcing his wings down with a forehoof as he does so. "Wait, are we all..." he gulps. "Together?"
Highball chuckles at Spring's apprehension. "Well, it’s a single room. I'd assume that's the idea."
Main Spring shifts nervously on his hooves. "Well I did say I'd give anything a shot at least once..."
The white pegasus brightens suddenly and shuffles over to Vinyl, The two of them exchange words, and then the smaller mare makes her way over to one of the tables in the center of the room and pulls a bottle from one of the mini fridges underneath.
"You bucks and mares have nothing to be nervous about,” Party Popper announces. “Well, you do if you're not used to this kind of stuff, but we're not forcing anything on you if you don't want to do it. And if you're worried about other things, we've got that covered too. This is a professional establishment, and I guess we'd be the professionals if there were any." the mare trots over to a bed and lays down on it, gesturing for Spring to join her.
Main Spring follows her, acutely aware of the other ponies in the room and imagining their gaze zeroing in on him. His pulse increases as he goes to lie next to her, tucking his legs under himself.
Popper scoots closer to the nervous stallion, nuzzling his neck affectionately. "Calm down, there's nothing to fear. We're just ponies wanting to have a good time."
Main Spring startles at the mare's contact, but closes his eyes and takes several deep breaths, willing his pulse to subside. A few moments later, he opens his eyes once more. No big deal. Just about to have sex with a friendly stranger in the company of other friendly strangers. He breathes out slowly. "Right."
The mare's horn lights up as she lays her head on Spring's upper back, lifting it up every so often as she massages his back and the bases of his wings.
The stallion's eyes widen and then subsequently relax as the unicorn begins her massage. However, when her magic begins to press on his wing joint, a bolt of pleasure shoots up his spine. "Ngh!" Spring's eyes shoot open and his wings flare out, almost bapping the mare in the face. "Ohsistersthat'sthespot!"
The mare giggles as she deftly dodges the sudden wing movement. "Good to know. Now tell me how these feel..." The unicorn's magic alters itself to be more focused points, pressing all over Spring’s back, but concentrating on his wing joints.
Main Spring's back presses itself reflexively towards the bed, his shoulder blades pressing towards each other as Popper stimulates him. "Hey..." he manages to gasp out. "No fair being the only one on the giving end."
"Then why don't we switch?" the mare replies, her voice low and sensual, a grin on her face
Main Spring moves under the mare's touch, shifting as his stallionhood begins to emerge from its sheath. He begins nibbling gently down the mare's side, trailing towards her flank. When he reaches her Cutie Mark, he begins to massage it with a forehoof.
Party Popper stiffens under Spring’s ministrations but soon relaxes, laying her head on the bed as the stallion massages her. "Ooh, that's a new spot."
Main Spring smirks, his member extending to its full length and pressing itself against his barrel. He presses harder on the mare’s flanks, eliciting a throaty moan from her. Her tail flicks back and forth in excitement between Spring’s forehooves. The stallion moves so that his muzzle is just behind the mare’s rump, the mare’s tail swishing back and forth over his mane, tickling him. “How about an oldie but a goodie, then?” he quips, giving Popper’s outer lips a tentative lick.
He receives a moan and a twitch of the mare’s folds in response.
Main Spring presses his muzzle into the mare, licking her warm flesh on the inside all over. He savors her taste on his tongue, finding it to be slightly sweet and not entirely unpleasant. The smell of her arousal washes over his mind like a wave, causing his member to stiffen and dribble a little precum down his shaft.
The unicorn lets out a small “Eep!” as Spring's muzzle moves between her folds, the tip pressing against the thin flesh preventing the whole thing from entering. Her walls contract and fluctuate as the pegasus licks them, his tongue detectable even among the intense heat of her innards. Main Spring pulls his now-sodden muzzle from the mare's passage and rears up, placing his forehooves on her back, resting the tip of his stallionhood just below her entrance. "Ready?"
The mare says nothing, though she gives her rump a little wiggle, swatting Spring’s stallionhood with her tail.
Main Spring inhales sharply as Party Popper’s tail makes contact with his member, but recovers quickly. He pushes himself forward, his length sliding easily into the well-lubricated mare, who offers a sharp breath. Her walls offer little resistance, but still contract themselves around the stallion’s member, a moan escaping her as her body adjusts.
Main Spring pulls himself back, enjoying the sensation of the mare's passage surrounding him in its entirety before thrusting forward again, attempting to push deeper than before, causing the mare to squeak in pleasure once more. The tip of his dick lets out a small jet of precum as it presses against her innermost wall, and the mare shivers and moans as he hilts himself.
Spring pulls back once more, the tip of his cock flared, preventing him from exiting Popper completely. He thrusts in once more, the force behind it making his balls slap crudely against her coat. The mare’s rump rises, allowing Spring more control. The stallion uses this to his advantage, falling into a rhythm of thrusting and pulling, each time adding more force than the last.
Spring’s thrusts begin to grow erratic as he feels the pressure building in his loins. He pauses at the bottom of a downstroke, his hardness trembling. “Oh, k- Sisters! I’m about to come!”
“G-give me a second!” the mare shouts. Her horn glows bright purple for a second and each pony in the room briefly flashes in kind. “Okay! I-in or out, i-it’s your choice!”
Except at this point it really isn’t, at least not for Main Spring. He gives one last almighty thrust, burying himself as deep as he can into Party Popper’s core. True to his word, several ropy spurts of warm semen shoot themselves from the stallion's dick, coating the inside of the mare's cavern.
However, as he does so, there is a bright flash of emerald light. A tingling sensation sweeps through the stallion, and he panics, knowing what it heralds. As the magic sweeps through him, he can feel his body begin to change: feathery pinions become insectile wings, soft coat becomes chitinous exoskeleton, and more pressingly, what was once a thick meaty stallionhood becomes a slimmer, longer bughood. The once-stallion gives a gasp as he feels his genitals shift forward, allowing a mare’s slit to assert its existence behind his sack.
The mare beneath him appears not to notice, gasping in pleasure as his cock transforms, her inner walls spasming, trying to milk his cock for all its worth.
The former pegasus opens his eyes, the shock of the unintended transformation burning off his afterglow like fog in the morning sun. He looks down at his revealed form.
“...bugger.”
"That was... wow. I never experienced something like that. How'd you-” Party Popper turns her head to look at him. “Oh.” To the changeling’s surprise, she smiles and flips onto her back. He winces as she pulls out, still raw from his ejaculation. “So... how was it?"
The changeling can hear mutters from the other ponies in the room, their shock feeling like a bucket of cold water being dumped on the emotivore.
“Wh- what is that...”
“What!?”
“Kay, get behind me.”
In comparison, the mare in front of him is positively radiating warm compassion. "Wait, you... you're not scared?" His voice is high-pitched and scratchy, but it has an odd undertone to it that makes it sound like both a mare and a stallion are talking at once. He looks at the rest of the ponies in the room. "Everypony else is splitting their bits."
The mare lets out a small chuckle. “Scared? Not really, given how you acted earlier. I know you’re not bad; only somepony who genuinely cared would’ve done what you did. I am, however, a bit surprised and confused, what with your being a changeling and all.” She gazes seductively at him. “Doesn’t mean the fun has to stop, though...”
She sits up in a fluid motion, not even struggling as she gets to her haunches before wrapping her hooves around the emotivore's neck and pressing her plush lips to his in a passionate kiss.
The changeling stumbles back, breaking the embrace and falling off the bed. "Woah there, let's not... let's not get hasty. This- this wasn't supposed to happen. I was just supposed to scout out the area and report back." He blinks and shakes his head. "Wait, why am I telling you this? Look, the point is I need to get out of here." He disentangles himself from the sheets and gets to his hooves.
Overhead, a pillow slams against the wall with a soft poff.
Party Popper’s face goes from confused to disappointed to angry in the span of less of a second, her horn glowing profusely as she grabs the thrown pillow and sends it back at its thrower, accompanied by a withering glare. "We'll talk later.” The unicorn jumps off the bed, landing shakily on her hooves, and goes over to where the bug pony had fallen; using her magic to assist him in untangling himself. "If anypony needs to go, it’s her. We don’t discriminate here: minotaur or gryphon, dragon or changeling, everybeast comes here to escape their troubles and relax, not encounter them again.” She turns to the changeling. “You’re no exception, Spring.” She smiles brightly.
The changeling formerly known as Main Spring dips his head, his withered ears flattened against his chitin-clad neck. “That’s, uh... that’s not my name.”
“Hi! Um... what’s up?” Vinyl’s husky voice cuts through the emotional fog like a hot knife through butter. “You guys mind if we chat for a sec? Both of you?” The DJ gives the pair an oddly flat look. “I really don’t appreciate bein’ lied to.”
The changeling perks an ear up at this and tries to pull himself into a ball, his whole body quivering. He tenses up as he feels the soft touch of a mare’s hoof on his hide.
“What is your name, then?” Popper’s voice asks, apparently unconcerned with Vinyl’s opinion.
The changeling pokes his head up, but only enough so he can answer. “I, uh... I don’t have one.”
“Hey, w-what’s going on?” Vinyl asks, notes of concern and confusion staining her voice. “Why’re you sneaking into the club like that?”
Party Popper makes a shushing motion with her hoof towards Vinyl and gently nuzzles the changeling, trying to get him to raise his head further.
The changeling lets himself be coaxed out, uncurling slightly.
Popper giggles “Then why don’t we give you a name, then?”
The bug pony's ears flatten themselves once more and his eyes widen. "I-I couldn't do that! That' be like..." he searches for the right comparison, but comes up empty. "I just can't!"
The mare raises an eyebrow. “And why’s that? Surely taking a name couldn’t be that bad.”
The changeling gives her a look like she’s lost her mind. “Are you crazy? Drones don’t get names!”
Vinyl clears her throat. "Hey, uh, not to be a total bitch, but can you guys go to the booth? I think our friends are gonna lose their freakin' minds..."
Party Popper shakes her head and smiles a little "Well, you don't seem like a drone from what I can tell. Why don't we take this elsewhere? We can talk there without worrying about anypony doing anything rash." The off-white mare turns to Vinyl. "Hey, mind keeping the others in check while we talk? I just want to chat a bit; no need to get security or anypony else involved.”
Vinyl grins. “All ‘ya had to do was ask, sister!”
The changeling looks around at the ponies, feeling their judging stares and cold fear. He looks to the DJ, feeling a slight bit of warmth from her direction hidden behind a wall of cool nervousness. The mare next to hm, however, is positively radiating warm feelings. The nameless changeling uncurls fully and stands up. "If it means that you won't let anyone know I'm here, then yes; I'll follow you."
Party Popper nods, getting off the bed and gesturing with her tail for the changeling to follow, a kind smile on her face.
"Have fun, you guys,” Vinyl calls after them. “Remember, there's couch cleaner under the desk! Don't use the bleach! You hear me?"
The mare blushes slightly at the DJ's playful comment. "I hear ‘ya!"
The changeling says nothing as he follows the off-white mare, his head bowed. Once through the door they originally came though, he turns to Party Popper. “Well now what?”
Popper trots over to the couch and pats the spot next to her. "Simple: We talk. Not your purpose for being here, wherever you came from, what you plan to do or whatever, but about you as an individual. I could care less about your motives or reasons. I just want to get to know you."
The changeling raises an eyeridge. “What. Why... why would you want that?”
Party Popper shakes her head and smiles lightly. "Because what I saw earlier? That was a pony. Changing your appearance doesn't change who you are."
The changeling stares back, unblinking. "You don't care that I'm... well, you know?"
The mare rolls her eyes. "A changeling? No, I don't care what you are. ‘Sides, it’s rude to judge on appearance, and I doubt all of you are bad."
The changeling looks back and forth nervously before sitting down in the previously-indicated spot. "So where, uh, I mean, what..." He bites his lip, fangs obvious over his bottom lip. He sighs deeply, then starts again. "Where do you want to start?"
The mare gives a small smile. "Well, tell me your name; or whatever you go by. If you don't have an actual name, like a name-name not a number or designation, then we'll have to come up with one."
The changeling looks wildly at Party Popper. "You can't just give me a name! That'd upset... everything! If I came back to the Hive and anybuggy else knew, I'd get exiled in a heartbeat!" He pauses and shudders. "Or locked in..."
Party Popper lets out a humorless laugh. "Wow, sounds like a kind and loving family if they're going to throw a fit over something as trivial as a name..." she says, voice dripping with sarcasm. "But seriously, you deserve better then them from what I can tell."
The changeling raises an eyeridge again. "Huh? That's just how things are. If you're not the Queen, you don't get a name. Simple."
“Then what’s the problem? I don’t see what harm getting a name would cause.”
The changeling shrugs. "That's just the way it's been since anybuggy can remember.”
Party Popper also shrugs as she adjusts herself. "Then I don't see whats the issue with getting a name if no, uh, 'buggy' can remember the original reason."
The changeling throws his forehooves into the air. "Because that would upset the balance! If somebuggy had a name, that would place them above the Queen, and that just... it can’t happen!"
Now its the mare's turn to raise an eyebrow. "How would that place them about the Queen? If she’s anything like the one spotted in the palace, if that was a Queen and not just a female Changeling, then there's a big difference between you and her."
The changeling sighs. "That's the point! It would put somebuggy lower than her on the same level! They'd have authority!"
Party Popper deadpans. "So you're saying a name, not power or sway or whatever, determines who’s in charge? That's absurd!"
The changeling shrugs. "Is it all that different than your Princesses? They have the ultimate authority in the land. Our system just cuts out the middlemare: orders come directly from the top. No miscommunication, no instability."
"But names aren't what give them power! They were chosen to be our leaders some... I don't know how many years ago since I didn't pay attention during history class, but the point is they didn't become leaders because of their names! ‘Princess’ is a title given to them by the ponies of Equestria, not a part their actual name!"
The changeling frowns, a look of confusion crossing his face. "Wait, what?"
"You heard me: ‘Princess’ is just a title the ponies gave Luna and Celestia a really long time ago. We could call them...” Party Popper waggles her forehooves, trying to come up with an example. “’Apple farmers,’ for instance, and it wouldn't change how much authority they had."
The changeling cocks his head in curiosity. "Then how do they make sure the others know they're in charge if not by their names?"
Party Popper sighs. "They don't make sure the others know they're in charge because they don't have to. They're alicorns, the most powerful pony race. Trying to go up against them any way, either in an out-right battle or political one, would be suicide. Besides, they're both benevolent and kind to their subjects so there’s really no reason for anypony, emphasis on the ‘pony,’ to challenge their authority."
The changeling finally blinks. "Huh. I never even considered something like that." He shakes his head. "Still doesn't change the fact that giving me a name would be a bad idea."
The mare furrows her brow, humming in concentration.. "How about this: We do a, uh... Luna dammit, whats the term again? Oh yeah, a cultural exchange! I give you a name, albeit temporarily, and you teach me about changelings as I do the same for you with ponies!"
The changeling taps a ragged forehoof to his snout, a contemplative look on his face. "I... guess if it's just a temporary name... hm..." The changeling looks down, thinking. Moments later, his head is back up and staring at Party Popper, a slight smile on his face. "Sure."
Party Popper beams at the Changeling. "Great! But just so we don't confuse you with another pony or have someone spot you copying somepony they know, you're going to need a fresh disguise; a personal one unique to you. Think you can do that?"
The changeling thinks for a bit, then brightens up and hops off the couch. A look of concentration crosses his face, and a bright emerald fire envelops him as he transforms. There is a flash, and the changeling is gone.
Standing in his place is a large earth pony with a dark, nearly black coat and a silver-gray mane. An image of a bit with a bite taken out of it adorns his flank. "How do I look?" His voice has a deep timbre to it.
Party Popper lets out a whistle. "Pretty good, handsome even. Whats with the odd cutie mark?"
The stallion looks at his flank then back to the mare. "Oh, it's, uh, part of my cover. Supposed to represent my talent for eating the inedible."
Party Popper can't help but giggle. "Can't say I've heard of anypony who'd have that same talent, so I'm sure you're good there.” Popper perks up as a thought comes to her. “Speaking of eating, what do Changelings eat anyways? I heard it was something along the lines of love or something to do with emotions."
Lead Belly nods. "We draw energy from positive emotions of other beings. Happiness, friendliness.. the whole shebang. Places like this would usually be a magnet for other changelings, but Canterlot's been off-limits ever since the Wedding Incident." The stallion rubs one foreleg against the other sheepishly. "That's actually why I was here: I was supposed to scout out the city and see if there was any place we might be able to rebuild. Somewhere out of the way where no ponies would notice us. But then..." he trails off and sighs.
The mare lets out a small chuckle. "I imagine it'd be a biiiit hard to rebuild... whatever you lost in the capital city where your species suffered a major defeat.” Her face turns serious. “I've seen the guards practicing new techniques and mages asking for new ponies to join them in researching things. They're preparing for another changeling attack, and this time it won't be as easy to you, or the other changelings, to win.” She taps her chin thoughtfully. “A more rural city with a small, friendly community would probably be a better choice."
Lead Belly nods. "That's what I gathered from my looking around, yeah."
"Huh. But aside from emotions, can you eat other things like pastries and stuff and actually taste it or get energy from it?"
Lead Belly grins, either unable or unwilling to hide his changeling incisors. "Like I said, this disguise's special talent is eating the inedible. It's not really filling, but it tastes good."
"Well that's good. Hate for you to miss out on the sweet side of life." The mare says playfully, giving him a slightly-sultry look.
The changeling returns the glance. "You know, I don't have to make up forms all the time..." There's another flash of emerald, and Party Popper finds herself looking at her reflection, except there's no mirror present.
Party Popper blinks a few times. "I-I-uh, w-what are you doing?"
Not-Party Popper smirks. "What, nopony ever told you to go fuck yourself?"
The mare blushes as she gets to her hooves, fumbling and pressing herself against the couch's back; shock and arousal coming off her in equal measures. "T-they have b-but I don't think they meant it like this!"
The disguised changeling frowns, her ears turning downward. "Oh, I mean if you don't want..."
"I never said that..." The mare says as she finally regains her wits, sitting up on her haunches and spreading her hind legs apart slightly; revealing only a fraction of her folds and clit. "I was just taken by surprise s'all."
Not-Party Popper closes the gap between the two mares, nibbling on the other's left ear gently. "Shall we?" she murmurs, the party mare’s arousal carrying over to the emotivore..
Party Popper squirms, her emotions temporarily a confused bundle. In a flash, one emotion asserts itself stronger then the others: lust.
The spike of arousal from Party Popper causes a thrill of feedback to run down her doppelganger's spine, who gasps in surprise at the reaction. "I'll take that as a yes.." she murrs, cutting off any answer by placing her lips over Party Popper's, sealing her into a kiss. The changeling-turned-pony's tongue dances inside Party Popper's mouth, searching for a partner.
The other mare tenses in surprise, but quickly relaxes as her tongue meets her copy’s, the two fighting for dominance. Pleasure and happiness rush off the mare like a waterfall.
The changeling inhales as she feels Party Popper's emotions rush over her. Her pleasure is like fine wine, muddling the changeling's thoughts. She presses forward, pushing the mare towards the couch. She offers no resistance as she guides the pair onto the slick seats, the emotivore now lying on top of her copy. She finally comes up for air, but puts her mouth back to work nibbling at the base of Party Popper's mane, twisting her neck around the mare's as she does so. Her forehoof moves to Party Popper's slit, where she begins tracing circles around her mound.
Not-Party Popper slowly spirals her teasing forehoof inwards, pausing as she feels her hoof brush against the original’s lust-engorged outer lips. She drags her hoof slowly up, flicking her double's clit, before sliding her hoof into the mare. Party Popper moans as her double slides her hoof in, her walls already beginning to squeeze greedily around it.
The emotivore feels her own marehood moisten in sympathy, her walls' contractions causing her hind legs to tense up. The changeling flattens her forehoof, pressing it against Party Popper's slit and clit and begins to slowly move it in a circle. Popper’s moans intensify as she slumps further into the plush couch, her body relaxing in bliss under her double’s touch.
Both mares startle as the door to the room opens with a creak.
Highball walks in, his face reddening as he sees the two mares on top of each other.
The disguised changeling is the first to react, swinging her face to glare at Highball. “Hey! Can’t you knock?”
Highball stumbles slightly and mumbles an apology, heading as fast as he can for the door out of the booth, almost tripping on a few loose cords on his way. A small white form darts across the room, reaching the door just before Highball. The shape resolves itself into the small white pegasus from earlier, who throws the door open, smacking the gray unicorn right in the snout. Both ponies zip out, their destination unknown.
The disguised changeling relaxes as the door closes, returning her gaze to her doppelganger. "Now where were we?" she murmurs, giving the other mare's clit another flick. Party Popper squirms at this, pressing herself further into the couch. Not-Party Popper takes this opportunity to pull her forehoof free from the original’s marehood and press her own mound against the other mare’s. An electric thrill runs up the changeling's spine as her clit flicks against her double's.
The other mare’s slit slickens as the two come in contact with each other. Party Popper moves under her clone so that the changeling is effectively mounting her, the mares’ slits sliding slickly back and forth. The changeling moves her hips, the sensation of the mare’s lust causing her to pant slightly. Each time their nubs connect, it sends a shiver up the changeling’s spine, causing her to press herself into the other mare. Popper groans, and her walls clench under the changeling as a small trickle of marecum escapes her.
The moan triggers something in the changeling, causing the heat that has been building in her depths to intensify. She feels the connection between the two of them slicken further as more of her juices spill out to meet Party Popper's. The mare quickens her pace, grinding back and forth faster and faster until she feels an almost constant buzz of pleasure.
The real Party Popper presses her head against the back of the couch and cries out in ecstasy as the disguised changeling feels her own inner walls spasm, attempting to milk a nonexistent cock for all its worth, juices running out of her marehood and into the pony’s. Waves of pleasure wash over her ans she lets out a loud moan. In the back of her mind, some small part of her is grateful that the DJ's booth is mostly soundproof.
She rolls off Party Popper and onto the floor, her transformation vanishing in a flash of emerald fire. The changeling lays there, panting.
The mare on the couch is in a similar state. "That..." She pauses, taking a few deep breaths. "was amazing."
The changeling's breath slowly stabilizes itself as he pulls himself upright. "Wow. I haven't felt that kind of a rush in... a while now."
"Yeah, it was pretty awesome," Party Popper huffs in agreement.
The changeling sighs contentedly. "Should we go find the others again?"
"Probably, but we should clean the couch first. And ourselves. We... kinda made a big mess. Besides, its not like they got far."
The changeling looks at the now-sodden couch. "Oh. Right." He taps his chin with a forehoof. "What was it the DJ said about cleaner?"
Party Popper shakes a bottle held in her magical aurora. "Already got it. Give me a second to clean this up and then we can clean each other."
The mare pulls out an oddly soft rag, and begins to clean up the sexual body fluids.
"Here, lemme give you a hoof with that." The changeling looks around. "Where'd you get the rag from?"
The mare shrugs. "Got it under the couch along with the cleaner, though it was closer to a case then the cleaner. Didn’t bother looking inside of it."
The changeling peeks under the couch, pulling the aforementioned case closer. He curiously pops the lid. Inside the case is an unusual number of the changeling assumes to be various types of sex toys, all of then clean as a proverbial whistle. If he didn’t know better, the changeling would have said that they were planted there for him to find. He looks back over to Party Popper. “You sure you missed this?”
"Missed what? The box?" The unicorn doesn’t turn her head, still focusing on removing the drying cum.
"Hive, if I hadn't just come..." The changeling snaps the box closed, grabbing the rag sitting next to it in a forehoof. He turns to the couch and starts scrubbing at a spot Party Popper hadn't gotten to yet. "Good thing this is plastic, or it would take forever to clean.”
The mare’s ears rotate towards the source of the click. "What was that? And where'd you get another rag? I only found one..."
"It was under the box." The changeling points to the named object.
"Under? But I heard a click... What was in there?"
"Toys. Lots of 'em."
"Oh..." The mare spaces out for a second before an impish grin appears on her face. "Say, do you think you're up for another round? It'd teach you a bit more about our culture."
The changeling frowns. "Not unless you have some sort of spell; I’m kinda spent for the next hour or so."
Party Popper makes an odd chuckle-giggle noise and levitates the box over, setting right in front of her on the couch. "Now what kind of party favor do you think I am?" She pops the lid open, and her smile grows wider.
"Party favor?" the changeling cocks an eyeridge. "That sounds so... debasing." He stares at the mare in concern. "Are you sure you're a pony?"
The mare shakes her head, her grin replaced with a playful smile. "I am a pony, but my job title is "Party Favor.” It’s not like I’m a whore; I don’t take money for sex, but making sure ponies are having a good time is what I signed up for, and hey,” she flicks her tail playfully, “if that means having sex, I’m not going to complain.”
The changeling scratches his/her head. "Ponies are weird..." He mutters. "I'm assuming that you mean you have a spell expressly for getting ponies back into action?"
"So are changelings." She trots playfully as she continues to examine the toys. "And yes, I do. Several kinds, in fact. What I use depends on what you're up for." The mare levitates out an odd assembly consisting of a metal ring with a post attached to it that ends in a ball bent at an angle. “Hmm...”
ass-and-cock ring, making a 'hmmm'ing noise as she does.
The changeling cocks his/her head in curiosity. "What is that?"
"Here..." The mare's impish grin returns. "I'll show you." Without warning, the mare turns around and kisses the changeling; her magic, as well as the ball on the toy, stroke the underside of his sheath, sending shivers up his spine. The mare’s horn glows even brighter for a split second as she casts a spell.
The changeling feels the magic wash over him and suddenly feels refreshed and ready to go again. The teasing of the cold metal against his sheath feels amazing, the small shocks occurring when it bumps against his hidden mareparts doubly so. The changeling murrs in satisfaction as he feels both his cock begin to emerge and his slit begin to moisten.
Popper presses the ring down to the changeling’s sack, then pulls his balls through, sending a spike of pleasure through the emotivore. She raises an eyebrow when she discovers the changeling’s hidden marehood. “Oh, this just got even more interesting...” She tugs the toy so that the ball drags across the changeling’s outer lips, coating it with his juices. She continues tugging so that the ball is just outside his ass. She presses in, popping the ball into the changeling with little effort.
The changeling moans in pleasure as he is penetrated by the toy, the constant tug on his member a new but very pleasurable experience. “Oh, Hive, that feels weird.” Then the mare begins stroking his member once more, “Ooh. Keep doing that.” The pleasure causes his cock to fully emerge, its length and slickness causing it to look like some sort of dildo.
Popper grins. “Sure thing. But let me know how this feels...”
The mare’s face disappears from view as she lowers herself under the changeling. He wonders what she’s doing and is about to say so when he feels the toy shift and the mare’s tongue licks against his slit. To the changeling’s chagrin, Popper removes her tongue after the one lick, but the sadness quickly turns once more into pleasure as the changeling feels something new enter him: a dildo lined with bumps. “Oh Hive that feels amazing. YES!” the changeling shouts out as each of the bumps on the dildo slowly presses itself further and further into into his passage.
Party Popper reappears, a grin on her face. "Ha, I knew you’d like it! Now let’s make this interesting..." The mare trots back over to the box and grabs an identical dildo to the one inserted into the changeling. She flicks a switch near the base before carefully inserting the toy into her own marehood; biting her lip as she does so. "These babies are linked together, meaning if you cum, it'll send a jolt over to mine and cause me to orgasm too. Works both ways too. I've had more then one session where we literally tried to see who could cum first and how fast... First time doing it with a herm though so it'll be even more fun."
She turns to face the changeling once more and focuses her magic, sliding the dildo on and out of his slit as she presses her lips to the changeling’s.
The emotivore leans into the kiss, drinking deep the mare's heady lust. The changeling once more sends his tongue into Party Popper's mouth, the forked tongue tickling mare’s. Her eyes widen in surprise, but she soon closes them once more as she relaxes. The dildo in the changeling’s slit slows its pace, causing him to let out a disappointed sound, but that quickly changes into a pleased murr as Popper’s magic begins stroking his dick once more. The triple sensation form the toy in his ass, the dildo in his marehood and the magic shrouding his dick are almost too much, and the changeling finds his knees weakening. He puts a tender forehoof on Party Popper's back, pressing down to get get on the floor.
The mare offers no resistance, and the pair lie on the floor. The changeling pulls himself closer to Popper, embracing her as much as he can with the toys stuffed in him. The mare, in turn, pulls him as close as she can, moaning as the metal bar of the ring toy presses into her folds. The emotivore wraps his tongue around hers, securing their bond. The movement causes spikes of pleasure to rush through his body, and he shivers as a small droplet of precum leaks from the tip of his cock.
The dildo inside the changeling gives off an intense pulse in response to Popper’s arousal. The pleasure from the changeling’s marehood sends a similar pleasure to his stallionhood and ass, which is feeling not unpleasantly full as the ball portion of the toy presses against his prostate. The pleasure from the toy makes its way back to the changeling's dick, which lets out a larger drop of pre. He unwraps his/her tongue from Party Popper's, breaking their kiss. "I'm getting really close," he moans.
Party Popper smiles. "I know," is all she says before she resumes the kiss, her horn glowing more intensely as she increases her grip and the speed of her thrusting.
The changeling pulls back from the kiss as the pleasure loop created by the dildos reaches maximum. "Oh HIVE!" He shouts as jets of cum launch themselves from the changeling's dick. Simultaneously, the changeling's marehood attempts to draw the dildo even further into itself as is spasms wildly, soaking the carpet beneath the emotivore. The changeling's ass clamps down on the ball, causing even more pressure to be put against his prostate, filling him with pleasure.
Party Popper breaks the kiss off abruptly as she cries out loudly, her eyes rolling upward as her body is wracked repeatedly; her hips bucking wildly as cum gushes out of her busy in miniature waves.
The changeling rises unsteadily to his hooves, wincing slightly as the toys attached to him rub against still-sensitive areas. "Wow. I can honestly say that I've never done that before, and it was amazing."
Party Popper is still in a haze, her eyes cloudy as her grin widens stupidly. "I love changelings."
The changeling leans over and plants a kiss firmly on Party Popper's muzzle. The mare’s eyes begin to clear the longer the kiss is held, soon finding herself pulled out of her bliss-induced stupor and locking lips with an emotivore. Seizing the chance, she kisses him back, hints of passion and lust spilling off her
.
The changeling's tongue snakes out once more, pressing itself into Party Popper's mouth where it wraps itself around hers. The mare lifts her head up and intensifies her effort, this time making the changeling invader work for his prize, her tongue wiggling away and shooting past into the emotivore's mouth. The changeling half-smirks, his dexterous tongue darting around and trying to keep up. The forks in his tongue brush against the roof of Party Popper's mouth as he attempts to catch up. The unicorn can't help but giggle a bit, causing her tongue to lock in place as she does so.
The changeling seizes the chance and wraps his tongue around Party Popper's, reaching out to pull her up to her hooves and into a snug embrace, one eagerly returned by the mare. He pulls Party Popper back onto the couch, simply content to relax in their embrace. The mare nuzzles into his side as she relaxes.
The changeling disentangles his tongue from the mare's and nudges her with a forehoof. "Thanks. That really was the best."
Party Popper smiles faintly. "No problem, and I agree with you: I can't recall anything that could top what we just did.” She pauses. “A second round, however, might come close..." her voice is low and sultry.
The changeling has to suppress a gulp as he shakes his head. "It's getting late, and if I miss my check-in, the Hive is going to know something's up..." He moves to get up, but a certain tightness keeps him lying down. "Uh, could you give me a hoof getting this thing off? It doesn't look like it's designed for hooves."
Popper looks confused for a moment. "What are you- Oh right, that." The mare closes her eyes for a moment as her horn lights up, her magical aura grabbing the unusual toy and its more common partner. The changeling moans as the dildo is slowly pulled from his marehood, its bumped surface making sure he knows it’s taking its leave. The ball pops out of his ass, and he feels a strange sense of emptiness both there and in his marehood. The mare’s magic cleans the toys and puts them and the dildo that was in her own marehood back in the case.
The changeling looks at the mess he’s made on the carpet from his/her arousal. "We should probably finish cleaning up."
Party Popper frowns. "Oh yeah, that. Probably." The mare levitates two rags over and hoofs one to the changeling before getting to work.
The changeling begins scrubbing away, but nearly jumps out of his exoskeleton a minute later when the door to the booth suddenly opens and Vinyl Scratch walks in, a pair of bright red panties advertising herself. “Doesn’t anypony knock around here?” he asks.
The DJ has a decidedly neutral expression. "I ain't gonna knock to go in my own room. So, uh, how's our friend doing?" she asks Party Popper in particular.
"See for yourself." She points to the stains on the couch and those near the changeling before gesturing to another farther away. "Couch was second time, used a pair of the bonded dildos and ass-and-cock ring. First time was over there using no toys."
Vinyl steps into the room proper, examining everything and nodding. "Heh, niiiiice.” She turns her attention to the changeling. “How ya feelin', buddy?"
The changeling exhales sharply. "Spent. You have a great friend there," he says, nodding at Party Popper, "She really knows what she's doing out there."
The DJ smiles proudly and winks at Party Popper. "Yeah, she really does. I still gotta get her to teach me how to do that one thing with her tongue. It's incredible, seriously. Thinkin' about coming back here anytime soon?"
The emotivore nods. "Definitely." He looks around nervously. "I need to get going, though. I don't want to miss my check in."
Party Popper nods excitedly. "Awesome! But before you go, though, you never told me your, uh, disguise's name. What is it?"
Vinyl makes a pouty face. "Hey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt or nothin'... Just makin' sure my favorite mare's having a good time."
The changeling blinks, trying to process two different conversations at once. "Which disguise?" He asks before turning to face Vinyl. "You're fine. I was just a bit... nervous is all."
The DJ shrugs. "Alright. And, yeah, lemme know who you're gonna be coming as next time so I can mark ya down. We make sure every changeling who comes here is registered, just to prevent bad shit like what almost happened in there from happening."
The bug pony blinks again in surprise. "Other changelings have been coming here?" He puts a contemplative forehoof to his chin. "Why wasn't I told about that?" he mutters, "Is there some kind of..." The changeling shakes his head. "Never mind. Next time you see me, I'll be disguised as Lead Belly. Earth pony, black coat, gray mane, bit with a bite out of it for a Mark." He winks at Party Popper. "But if you want, I could just come as-is."
Vinyl rolls her eyes and smiles, shaking her head slowly. "That was terrible. You let this guy have sex with you? Moon above... So, Lead Belly it is. And, yeah, we get all kinds of people in here. Hard not to when you got the best service in the city." She smiles suggestively.
Party Popper trots over to the changeling and playfully drapes a forehoof around his neck. "Yes, I had sex with him and it was damn awesome. Couldn't move for a bit afterwards and this hunk had to revive me with a kiss. You ever have a forked tongue enter your mouth and play with yours? Its pretty damn sensual."
At Party Popper's words, the changeling's cheeks flush teal.
The DJ gives a derisive snort. "Pff, you know I have."
The changeling shakes his head. "W-wait, you have?"
Vinyl seems to break a little bit. "Duuude, yeah! I've been working here with her for, like, ever! Only thing I don't think I've seen is a dragon, yet. There was this one boar dude, too, but he was kind of an asshole. Good riddance, heh."
The changeling leans back in surprise. "Well then. That's, uh... certainly new information to me."
The DJ shrugs. "Eh, it's like havin' something different for dinner. A lot like it actually, eheh. Tastes different, smells different, but you eat and swallow just the same."
Party Popper pats the side of the emotivore’s neck. "Buck, there's going to be a whole lot of things new to you. Better just to roll with them as they come."
The changeling nods. "Right." There is yet another flash of green light and heatless flame, and Lead Belly stands in the changeling's place. "I should get going," he says in his tenor voice, smiling at both mares as he does so. "I'll see you tomorrow."
Vinyl grins. "Alrighty. Party Popper, I'm gonna get my buddy, you mind showing him out?" She gestures to Lead Belly.
Party Popper shakes her head. “Not at all. Come on, follow me,” she swishes her tail as she leads the way out of the DJ’s booth and back into the heat of the club.
The air continues to thrum with energy, both sexual and otherwise, as Lead Belly follows Party Popper out of the club. At last they reach the exterior, the cool night air a balm on the disguised changeling’s coat. A bell chimes in the distance, signaling the arrival of 2:00 AM. Lead Belly has a sinking feeling in his gut as he realizes that he is far overdue. However, the feeling is dispelled when Party Popper puts a forehoof to his cheek and kisses him on the lips. Lead can taste their sex on her, and it excites him.
“Hey, I wanted to thank you for tonight. It couldn’t have been easy, what with how the others reacted, but you were great.”
Lead Belly smiles and returns the kiss. “I’m looking forward to tomorrow already.”
The party mare grins mischievously. “Oh, I’m sure you are...” She scampers back into the club before Lead can properly respond, leaving him with only the air to talk to.
He shakes his head and begins walking. “Ponies are weird...”