> Levitation
>  by Lynked
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> Levitation Pt. 1
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	Twilight stood still, wide eyed and mouth agape. Canterlot architecture was impressive, yes, but this... this was outstanding. Before her, in the center of a large, circular plot of land was a massive white building comprised of two stories. It rounded the entirety of the plot with a dome shaped ceiling connecting its sides. Large V-shaped columns supported a small overhang, each lit up with a rapidly changing light. Red, green, blue, yellow... the outside was an ever changing rainbow. Between these columns were upside down pyramids, all suspended in midair with purple tethers of pure unicorn magic suspending them from the surrounding pillars.

"Hey Twi, ya comin?" Rainbow called out behind her. 

She shook her head and focused on her friend. Rainbow Dash was already zooming across the street, her sleek coat whipping through the nighttime air to the large double glass entry doors. She landed on the sidewalk and cantered down the long stretch of red velvet carpet that spanned the distance between the two. It was severed with a red rope that was supported with a series of poles. Pony after pony was arriving and flooding in, creating quite the line. Yet Rainbow walked past them all, down the empty line on their left.

Twilight giggled, looked both ways across the bustling cobblestone street, then crossed. The moon was full tonight, lighting her up with a bright lavender glow. She smiled at her radiance as she stepped onto the sidewalk, swerved past the lining up chariots, and made her way down the same line as Rainbow.

At the end of the line, she and Rainbow nodded to each other, then turned to a large grey stallion who had a list in his hooves. He was scanning the pages, occasionally letting a pony in, but more often than not, denying a pony access. Rainbow was the first to approach him, an eager smile on her face.

"Hey dude," she said, grabbing his attention. He looked down to her, thick black shades blocking his eyes from sight. "We're friends with Vinyl."

"Scratch?" he asked. 

"Mhm, yes sir," Twilight said as she too approached. 

He looked behind him, into the foyer. Twilight and Dash looked too, cocking their heads over the huge bouncer. What they saw brought eager smiles to them both. It was an expansive hallway with stairs at its end that raised to a huge golden arch, atop which was a huge gold neon sign that read Levitation in calligraphy.

On the white tiled floor, a golden carpet split down the middle, and on either side platinum records hung on the wall in little glass boxes. On the stairs, a particular white unicorn with an electric blue mane and deep purple shades was approaching. She nodded, and the bouncer turned around.

"All right then. In you go," he said in a thick, gruff voice. Both mares nodded and darted past him. Twilight threw the two glass doors open with her magic, and they soon traded the freezing night air for the warmth of the indoors. A light booming filled their ears now, a stark change to the city night outside.

"Dash, Twilight! I'm glad you two could come," Vinyl said as she casually sauntered down the golden carpet. Ponies on either side were turning their heads to see who the famous DJ was talking to.

"Ha, glad to come," Rainbow said, swooping up and over to hoof-bump her friend. 

"Yeah we are! This is great Vinyl," Twilight said, extending her hoof. Vinyl took it and shook, a polite smile on her face. "Congrats on the new club."

"Hey, thanks! The record guys thought it was a bad idea, but they can suck my horn," she said, shrugging. "Y'know, I thought you two weren't coming. Had me worried there for a second."

Rainbow nudged Twilight with a sly grin. "Yeah, Twi here didn't want to at first. But...ah, well a bit of spanking here, a bit of toying there-"

Twilight gasped. "Rainbow!"

"Aw chill Twilight," Vinyl said. She used her hooves for emphasis now. "You know, Tavi wasn't gonna come either. But then I took her cello's bow, and when she was bent over lookin' for it, I rammed it right up her-"

"Vinyl Scratch!" Octavia's voice boomed from behind her. She snapped around, finding the cellist atop the stairway, her face red and tight.

Looking around frantically, she said, "Yep, so, um, I'll, um-" She fled, swinging down one of the side hallways and disappearing from sight.

Octavia darted down the stairs, her face still steaming. "You just wait until I get a hold of your glowsticks!" she shouted, rounding the same corner. Just before she disappeared, Twilight and Rainbow heard her shout, "You won't sit for months!"

As soon as they were gone, Rainbow turned back to Twilight. "Hey. Hey Twi." 

"Yes?" she responded, still looking down the hallway.

"What d'ya think; Vinyl's new nickname - Glowbutt. Has a nice ring to it," she said with a chuckle.

Twilight giggled. "That's... nasty! Good use of colorful language though."

"Eh, what can I say?" She shrugged. "I guess I just kinda pulled it outta my butt."

They both chuckled. As they started for the stairs, Twilight turned to her friend. "Look, I do have one request; please don't bring up our bedroom activities."

"Oh c'mon, it's all in good fun."

Twilight stopped. "Rainbow, we're not even in an official relationship. We just have... benefits."

"Yeah, but-"

"Do it again and I'll tell Pinkie about your icing fetish."

Rainbow Dash bit her, lip looked away, stood up tall and began walking again. "...So... this is a nice place."

"It is," Twilight said, catching up to her friend with a victorious smile. They headed up the small set of stairs, cresting the top and running into two more bouncers who stood at either side of a large golden door. The large, brown stallions looked down on them with flat, intimidating glances, but said nothing.

The pair moved by them. Behind the door, the booming was loud and forceful. The voices of hundreds of ponies echoed loudly, even though they were muffled by the bass. Twilight looked to the pegasus beside her. "I'm a bit nervous," she admitted, looking down as a crimson heat wave filled her cheeks.

Dash put her hoof under the mare's chin, forcing them to lock eyes. "Hey, don't worry. I've done this plenty of times. All ya gotta do is relax and go with the flow. Don't worry, I'll be right next to you."

"Well... it's just that I'm not really a... partier..."

"Duh. Eggheads don't party. That's why I'm here for ya!" she said with a wink.

"All right..."

"That's the spirit!" Dash said, leaning on the golden door. It swung open with ease, sending her into the next room.

Twilight's jaw dropped. The room was a huge, tri-level dome, each level acting as a ring. From the looks of it, they were on the second floor. She stepped out into the room, the music blasting, each beat bringing chills down her spine. The carpets here were purple, aglow with the blacklights. Finely adorned tables lined the glass railing of the ring and were seating at least a hundred ponies.

Rainbow took a seat at one nearby, making sure to pull out a chair for Twilight before taking her own. Twilight took her seat opposite of her friend, examining everything; the blacklights on the ceiling, the ring above her, the open area between them all, and even the white, glowing tablecloth and napkins at the table. The smell of liquor, perfume, sweat and cinnamon filled the air.

"See?" Rainbow said, barely audible above the music. "Pretty cool, huh?"

"I guess," Twilight said - practically shouted - back. "But I thought we were dancing or something."

"Well, we are. But not here. This is just a lounge area." She nodded down to the bottom ring. "That's the dance floor."

Twilight peered over, leaning on the glass siding and looking down. Her eyes widened for the third time tonight as she took in the sight. A sea of ponies was bouncing on the bottom floor, rippling like waves. They all had glowstick horn rings, glowing wing bracelets, hoof bracelets and glowsticks in their mouths. It was a flood of neon dancing, all centered around one sectioned off circle, on which all the multicolored lights - each bolted to the separate rings - were focused. 

There, behind a large turntable and mixing board, bobbing her head and glowstick-adorned, was Luna.

The fist-pumping alicorn bent down to the mic stand. "Let the music penetrate thine ears and jiggle thy brain like pudding!"

> Levitation Pt. 2
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The song of this chapter is: Before Mydnite 3

"Pudding?"

"Hey guys!"

"Vinyl! By Celestia, where did you come from?" Twilight snapped, clutching her chest and breathing rapidly. She spun in her chair to face the approaching unicorn. Vinyl's coat was aglow in the blacklight, giving her a ghostly appearance.

She pulled up a chair beside Twilight, hopping onto her seat with a grin. "Filly, please. I know all the ins and outs of this place. Buck, I was the one who designed it!"

"You designed this place?" Rainbow asked, her voice almost lost in the music and the constant chants of 'pudding' from below.

"Well duh. How else could I get here so fast? Magic?" She paused. "I guess. Anyways, how are things going?"

"Great," Twilight said with a smile. "Though I thought this place was only two stories."

Vinyl began bobbing her head to the thick beat. "It is, sorta. That there we call the pit. It's underground."

"That's... interesting. And what's with Luna?"

"Oh her? Yeah dude, she's cool. Except for when... um, nevermind." Vinyl snickered and craned her neck to see Luna. The glowing alicorn was still bouncing lively on her glowing stage, scratching records and mixing tapes. 

"Yeah... so..." Rainbow looked down to Luna, then back to Vinyl. "Where's Octavia?"

"A better question is where has the rope gone," she replied with a wink.

Twilight and Dash giggled. "Well that's good for you two," Twilight said. Then suddenly, she whimpered and slammed her hooves to her loins.

Rainbow looked at her with a smirk. "Twi, we're in public. Now I'm sure Vinyl here has a private room somewhere-"

"Oh my, I need to use the little mare's room. Where is it?"

"It's over that way, just down the stairs to your right," Vinyl said, pointing a hoof behind her. A large metal door - golden like the rest - was a small ways down from their table. Twilight nodded, expressed her thanks, then leapt from her chair and raced to the door, leaving the table and her friend's in the dust.

She pressed against the cold doors, shoving two chatting colts aside. Ignoring their grumbles, she flew through the door, her face showing no signs of strain. And yet, it was there; she was simply biting her tongue. 

Down a set of stairs and to the right, she found herself in a long, curving hallway, separated from the thick bass booming and in a more peaceful area. The few ponies that stood to either side of this gold carpet, white marble hall were idly chatting away; they seemed to be the higher ups of the club, with tuxedoes and dresses that were finely tailored to the last stitch. Twilight casually trotted past them now, examining her left and right for the mare's room.

There were several doors that lined the hall, but one in particular grabbed her attention. Well, it wasn't the door so much as the room. It was covered with crimson carpets, a chandelier hanging from its ceiling. There, in its center, sitting atop an elongated red couch, was a familiar blue unicorn, cape and hat adorned. She was idly sipping away at a glass of thin white wine, staring at the crackling fireplace before her.

"Trixie?" Twilight asked, popping her head into the room.

Trixie almost spilt her wine, barely saving it at the last second with her magic. She snapped around with a scowl. "Do I know you?"

"What? You should."

"Look, I'm trying to enjoy my evening here, so if you'll excuse me-"

"Why aren't you doing your 'Trixie this, Trixie that' thing?" Twilight asked as her eyes rolled around in her head.

"What are you-" Trixie stopped, shooting up right with a strained face. "Uh, Trixie does what he - she! - wants!"

"He?"

"The Almighty Trixie demands you leave at once!" she stammered, slamming her glass down beside the bottle, both on a table to the side.	

"Almighty Trixie? I thought-"

Trixie hissed.

"Did you just hiss at me?" Twilight backed away with a snarl.

There was silence now, Trixie looking around frantically. "I, uh, Trixie - she! Umm..." She leapt over the couch, landing on her back. Her hind legs spread wide, her tail lashed to her side, and she was then fully exposed. "Look! It is big and hot and sweaty and ready for mating!"

"By Celestia, what the buck is that?" Twilight shut her eyes, spun around and darted away.





A stallion approached, a silver platter in his mouth, atop which sat two icy glasses of a deep burgundy liquid. He set the tray down on the table, and curtly took his leave. 

"See," Vinyl said, levitating her drink to her mouth, "I told you; we only serve the best."

Dash took a sip. Her eyes widened to saucers. "Wow. That's... awesome. Dude, where'd you get this stuff?"

"I dunno. Record guys went searching, and found this."

"You mean the guys you got to pay for this place?"

Vinyl nodded with a smug grin. "Yeah. Hey funny you should mention that." SHe leaned forward. "Look at this." From her mane, a small slip of paper floated out. She slammed it down on the table with her magic, sliding it across the tablecloth to Dash.

"What's this?" she asked, picking the glowing sheet up.

"It was my plan for when I had the idea to build this place," Vinyl said with a chuckle. "It worked, oddly enough."

Dash eyed it curiously, but read it nonetheless.

Plans for Bar place thingy with strippers:
1)Think of step 2.
2)Think of step 3. 
3)Take Tavi out to dinner.
4)Tell her the idea.
5)Bend Tavi over the mixing board.
6)Get her to go to record company in socks and panties.
7)????
8)Profit.

"This actually worked?" Dash asked, tossing the paper back to Vinyl.

"Well duh. We wouldn't be here if it didn't!"

"How'd you convince Octavia to go into the record company dressed like that?" A sly grin appeared on Dash's face as she leaned in as well.

"Easy," Vinyl scoffed. "When I had her over on the mixing board, I took my hoof, and went knocking on her front door. Nice and cozy in there. Kinda like... a warm watermelon." She winked, sitting back.

"I might see for myself," she said with a chortle.

"You should. Just make sure to-"

"Feel it pulse through thy body like a godly orgasm!"

Vinyl jumped up and leaned over the railing. "No! Bad Luna! No flashing!" She turned back to Dash with a grimace. "I gotta go, I'm sorry. Drinks on me," she said with a sigh. Rainbow Dash nodded, and Vinyl spun around and trotted off, shouting over the railing, "Bad Luna! Put your tail down!"

Just as she disappeared into one of the many golden doors that lined the ring, Twilight stumbled back in, fumbling over her hooves as she tried to make it to the table. Rainbow saw her, jumped up and swooped over to help her.

She made it to her side just before the unicorn fell. "Twi, what happened?" she asked with a worried gaze.

"It...it was..."

"Yeah?"

"...Green..."
> Levitation Pt. 3
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The song of this chapter is: Ecstatic Flow


Rainbow Dash and Twilight stepped back into the hall from which the unicorn came. Rainbow held her close, her eyes wide.

"That's...nasty," she muttered.

"It was."

"C'mon," she said as she turned to the stairs, "let's go find her."

Twilight snarled and backed away. "Ew what? Why would we do that?" 

"So I can give her a piece of my mind," Rainbow said as she stormed down the hall. "Besides, you eggheads never stand up for yourselves."

"That's assuming you don't get a slice of... Hey, wait up!" She galloped down the stairs to her friend's side. Together, they rounded the corner into the curving hallway.

"Where is she?"

"Right here, to the left," Twilight said, nodding to a door up ahead. Both she and Rainbow Dash swerved into this doorway, stepping firmly in the room and looking around.

There was the warm, crackling hearth. The white marble walls and red floors were all aglow with a deep orange light. There were lamps on either side of the central couch, and on a table beside it, two wine bottles now. But most importantly, there was no Trixie.

"Dude, she's not here," Rainbow said, looking around. 

"She was right here," Twilight stammered. She frantically scanned the room with her eyes, finding nothing in particular wrong.

"Twi, we're wasting the night. She's not here, oh well. C'mon, you wanna go dance?"

"I-I, but she-"

Dash plugged her mouth with her hoof, then wrapped her foreleg around Twilight's neck. "Let's go Twi, there's a part down there!" Without hesitation, she jerked her friend forward, lurching them both into the hallway.

The second wine bottle waited until they were out of site, then decompressed in what sounded like an ordinary sigh. It then proceeded to tilt right, leaning on its twin. The non-sentient bottle tipped onto the sentient one, draining its contents into the neck of the sentient bottle. And thus one wine bottle drank the other.

Hic





"All right Twi, these are the doors to the main dance floor," Dash said, slowly and carefully. Behind her was a set of two huge golden door, from which a loud booming blared. 

"I know," she huffed, rolling her eyes.

"Right, well when we're in there, you stay by me, all right. From up on the balcony I think I saw a bar and stuff. If you want to go there, you tell me, got it?"

"Rainbow, I'm a grown mare," she said with a sigh.

"Ah-Ah, but who's the partier here?"

"You," Twilight grumbled.

"Right. So let's get in there and par-"

Slam! The golden doors were flung open, smashing Rainbow's.

Vinyl walked out of the roaring crowd and flashing lights from within, a confident smile on her face. "Hey Twi," she said. "Where's Rainbow Dash?"

"Rifft her you ash," she said from behind the door. Vinyl turned around, swinging the door closed to see Rainbow's strained, tomato red face.

"Oh hey!" Vinyl gave the pegasus a hug, which was not returned. "What were you doing behind the door?"

Rainbow snarled, wiping the spit smeared on her face. "Looking for the elder scrolls."

"Well that's cool, but I don't think those are here." Vinyl pondered it for a moment, looking at nothing in particular. "Ah well, anywho, I took care of Luna."

"Luna? What happened?" Twilight asked, leaning in with a worried expression.

"More like...what's happening. I wonder how Octavia feels..." She placed a hoof beneath her chin, tossing her ruby eyes up.

Twilight opened her mouth to say something, but instead just sunk back. 

"Well who's DJing now?" Rainbow asked.

"Oh, only a little pony called Lyra Heartstrings!"

"The harpist from Manehattan? How-"

"Shh," Vinyl said, winking. "It's a secret. Well, maybe not, but to you it is! Come one, I've got to show you guys something!" She bounced down the long hallway. The simple rectangular expanse ended with a set of five metal doors on either side, each busy loading and unloading hordes of ponies from their cars.

Twilight, rather than following, decided to turn back around and pry the golden doors open with her magic. Peering inside, she saw wave upon wave of roaring ponies, two bars that were imbedded in either side of the wall, and in the center, a mint green unicorn, cloaked in glowsticks, dancing and pumping her hoof.

"Twi, c'mon," Rainbow called to her from an elevator. She spun back around, shaking her head and letting her eyes fall back to normal.

Galloping over to the elevator, she said, "Where are we going anyways?"

When she stepped into the box - a modern thing with imbedded blacklights, a single mirror, smooth steel and backlit button pad - Vinyl replied, "To the kitchen!"

The elevator shot down, much to Dash's and Twilight's surprise. They shot their wide eyes to Vinyl, who remained cool, calm, and collected as she hummed a fast tune. "The kitchens are down?" Rainbow asked.

"Well duh!"

"Um, might I ask why?" Twilight asked.

"Where else are we supposed to put our chef?"

She opened her mouth, but was cut off by the ding of the elevator. The doors shot open, revealing blinding white lights, tiled floors, a multitude of counters, array upon array of pots and pans, and the sweet smell of sugar.

Twilight, Dash and Vinyl all stepped out from the elevator, watching the chefs and waiters fly about their business. Behind them was a set of elevator doors, each opening and taking loaded waiters and waitresses to their destinations. The layout before them was simple; a large rectangle as the main area, with other sections severed by large, grated metal doors. 

"See? I've got the works!" Vinyl said, propping herself up on her hind legs and flailing her arms about.

"I do," Twilight said. "But I still don't see why it's underground. I mean-"

"SUGAR!" A voice boomed from behind a door to the right. All three ponies cocked their heads. to see what had happened. Then, suddenly, a brown stallion in a white apron backed out slowly. In his mouth was a large white platter with a small, crispy salad on it.

"B-But it's a salad!"

"I don't care! Put more sugar on it!" A cream mare screamed at him as she exited the same doorway. Immediately, the stallion darted off, avoiding most of the other chefs around him - though receiving more than a few angry waves of pots and pans - and flew into a door on the left. 

"Hey! Bonnie!" Vinyl shouted, grabbing the fuming mare's attention. Bonbon snapped her head up, nearly foaming at the mouth. Her pupils were dilated and her face was strained, almost steaming. But it almost instantly gave way to a kind smile and warm eyes. The mare casually trotted up to the crew.

"Hey Vinyl. Who's this?" she asked heartily.

"Ah, just some important friends. Might call them the guests of the night, actually!"

Bonbon inspected them with her warm smile. "Well would you dears like some sugarwater? It's tasty!"

Twilight smiled but shook her head, and so did Dash. "Oh, no thanks. Nothing for me pl...please..."

Bonbon scowled, her face growing an intense crimson. Her jaw clenched and her muscles tightened - she looked like she was about to blow.

"I'll have a glass, if you don't mind," Vinyl said with a shrug and a wink. Bonbon snapped upright with a cheery smile.

"That's peachy! Gustav! Get Vinyl here a glass of our finest sugarwater, won't you?" she asked to a griffon behind her. The beast sighed and began preparing the drink.

"Um, madam Bonbon, we seem to be low on le sugar," he said with a nervous tone and tight face as he peaked up above the countertop.

Bonbon twitched. "Vinyl... WE NEED MORE SUGAR!"

"I know, I know," she said, waving a hoof and scoffing. "We've got a new shipment coming in tonight. It'll be here soon."

"Alrighty then!" Bonbon gave a grade-A smile.

Behind her, the Griffon approached with two glasses of a milky white fluid. Bonbon and Vinyl took them, clinked them together, and toasted.

"To prosperity!" she said.

"To sugar!"

Then, Bonbon tilted her glass up, chugging the whole thing in one fell swoop. While she wasn't looking, Vinyl launched her glass to the corner of the room with her magic, silently landing it in the trash can. When Bonbon let her head fall, taking in a deep breath of air, she looked around curiously.

"Where'd your drink go dear?"

"Oh, that?" Vinyl shrugged. "I drank the glass too. I'm a unicorn, we can do that. Ask Lyra when you can."

"Oh..." Bonbon said, obviously fascinated. "How is Lyra by the way?"

"Her? DJing. Damn good at it too."

"Ah, well that's great. You know, she-"

"Halt!" The doors behind Twilight opened, and she had just enough time to vault out of the way before a golden-clad white pegasus - and two other just like him - swooped out of the elevator. The sprung forward and came to a stop in the center of the room.

"Hey, what they hay's your problem?" Vinyl asked, stomping her hoof down. Twilight looked to Rainbow Dash, who just shrugged.

"We are the Royal Special Forces Squad, and we have reason to belive that a high-profile criminal is hiding in your facility as a grape."

There was silence. Even the chefs stopped, giving each other weird looks.

Vinyl stepped forward with a raised brow. "A...A grape?"

"Indeed!" the forward stallion said, "A grape. And we are here to find this criminal."

"Well, I guessed that...but... a grape?"

"No further questions!" he shouted. Then he turned to his two guards. "You," he said to one, "Go to the fruits! And you go to the cellars! I shall remain here." Without further ado, they split, and he began tossing open cabinets

"Hey!" Bonbon shouted, "You can't do that in my kitchen!"

"I can and will ma'am," he said. "I am under royal authority to do so." He began tossing pots and pans out of the cabinets. He then moved to the storage cabinets, tossing out sacks of beans, cans of soup, and most importantly, bags of sugar. The sacks slammed on the floor, expelling their grainy contents everywhere.

There was silence one more.

"That...that was good sugar..." Bonbon said, sauntering up to him. Her eye twitched, and her pupils dilated once more. "That was good sugar..."

"Ma'am, I apologize-"

A jar of applesauce hit him on the temple. "THAT WAS GOOD SUGAR!"

"Guys, we need to go. Now," Vinyl said. She didn't wait for a response - instead she ran for an open elevator, waving a hoof to Dash and Twilight.

They looked over their shoulder, and heard, "I'LL RAPE YOU WITH A CANDYCANE!"

As soon as they were on the elevator, Vinyl began spamming the third story button. Twilight could only catch glimpses of the outside as the doors began to close, but she did see a cream hoof, a candycane, and a multitude of chefs turning green and darting away. 

Just as soon as the doors were closed, they heard a loud wail, that of a stallion. "Why would you put that there?!"

Once again, there was a silence among them.

"...So," Vinyl eventually said, "Who wants to see level three, huh?"

> Levitation Pt. 4
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------


The song of this chapter is: Chaos Fantasy


"What...well, what was that?" Rainbow asked as the elevator ascended.

Vinyl chuckled. "Eh...Bonbon has a bit of a sugar problem. We give her sugar, she stays happy and cooks. Plus we get her marefriend to DJ when we need her."

"That's good," Twilight said with a shrug.

"Yep." The elevator chimed, the display at the top reading a bright orange 2, before disappearing.

"So Vinyl," Rainbow asked, "What's up here?"

"Right. Well you've got the kitchens, the pit, the lounge, and this... this is 'the club'." She gave a sly wink as the elevator chimed again. "I hope you girls brought your good panties."

Twilight looked at her plot. "We don't wear panties."

"Not yet you don't," she said with a grin. In front of her, the elevator doors parted, revealing a hallway similar to the one in the pit. One crucial difference, however, was the glaring grey mare in front of them.

All eyes widened as Octavia stepped forward, a meniacle grin on her face. Around her neck were multiple glowsticks, and she carried one or two in her mouth. "Hi, Vinyl," she said with a grin. Her voice was muffled, but twitching eye said enough.

"Uh, what, um, hey Tavi," she said with a nervous chuckle. She sunk back into the elevator as Octavia stepped forward.

Rainbow turned to Twilight. "Hey, Twi, c'mon," she urged. Together, they slipped out past Octavia's side just as she was fully on the elevator. A quick glance behind them showed the cornered Vinyl, her eyes pleading for help.

Then, the doors shut, there was a ding, and Twilight and Dash were left alone in the hallway, the faint booming of the music coming from the distance.

"Bye glowbutt," Dash said, snickering.

"Oh my... do you think she'll be fine?" Twilight asked, turning away from the elevator. 

As they both made their way down this hall, passing a few doors on either side, Dash shrugged. "Eh, she's probably been in worse situations."

"Well... that's true. Do you remember the time with the wine bottle?"

Rainbow shuddered. "Yeah. How'd that even happen anyways?"

"I'm not sure. And I don't want to find out, either." The pair stopped at a set of familiar golden doors.

"So... panties. What do you think she meant?"

"I don't know." Twilight pondered it for a moment. "Maybe this is the raunchy floor," she said, her tone low and seductive. The hallway was empty, warm, and cozy, with dim orange lighting and the smell of sweet roses. Twilight stepped to the side, motioning for Rainbow to do the same.

She forcibly pushed herself onto Dash, leaning in and pressing her against a wall. She could feel the mare's breath on her lips.

"Whoa Twi," Dash whispered, "excited much?"

"I am," she giggled, locking lips with Rainbow. "And you know what?" she asked as she parted. "It's been so long since we had a little fun." She put on her best pouty face.

Dash wrapped her forelegs around Twilight's neck. "Well no one's here..."

Twilight giggled, took her hoof and dragged it down Rainbow's chest. The mare gave a small, hushed moan as the hoof went lower, lower, lower still, until she felt a wave of pleasure sweep through her spine. Her face reddened and she bit her lip.

"You like that Dashie?" Twilight asked as she moved her hoof in a circular motion.

Dash moaned, nodding. "Yes... By Celestia it's been too long. Oh Twilight, you... you make me want to lactate."

Twilight stopped. "...What?"

"What?" Rainbow asked, tilting her head down. "I thought you egghead type liked nerdy-sexy talk."

Twilight pushed herself away. "No Dash... just... no. Let's see what's behind this door," she said with a sigh, leaning on the door and heaving it open. She was spit into the upper ring, the largest of all the two, with but a small hole in the center, surrounded by glass railings.

Tables were scattered around the floor, adorned like the ones on the second ring. Ponies here were busy chatting, drinking, and eating to their heart's content. All around the glowing purple carpets, small circular stages, lit with bright pink neon lights were surrounded by mares and stallions alike. Each one had a metal pole in the center, stretching up to the ceiling with a mare swinging around in a sexy display.

Rainbow, however, spotted one in particular. "T-Twi. See that?" she asked, pointing her hoof at an orange mare. The mare was busy swinging around, thin blue spandex covering her plot.

"Is that... Spitfire?"

Rainbow, instead of answering, darted of, flailing her arms in excitement. Twilight could barely hear her say, "Oh I'm so having sex with you!"

Twilight galloped over to her. Rainbow had already taken a seat in the round purple booth that encompassed the stage, her eyes wide and locked on the swinging orange mounds in front of her. As she sat beside her, staring up at the curved Spitfire, she chuckled. "Never saw this coming."

"Aw man, me either. See those?" She pointed to Spitfire's swinging butt. "There so awesome. There so juicy... like mangoes. Big juicy mangoes." She bent forward, leaning on the stage with her tongue out.

Spitfire gave her a wry look, bending down and grazing her latex covered cheek across it. Dash jumped back, writhing in a spasm. Twilight, quick and with wide eyes, gripped Dash and pulled her close to cover the scene. Dash shook violently, muttering nonsensical words into Twilight's fur. Warm fluids began to seep out, spreading from beneath her.

"Shh, shh," Twilight cooed, rocking back and forth. Dash was shaking and breathing heavily. "You're an idiot Dashie."

"Tasted... like mangoes..." she panted, lolling her tongue out.

"Oh please," Twilight said, rolling her eyes. She let go of Dash, leaning forward and tossing her own tongue out. Spitfire chuckled and winked, bending down and giving Twilight a good lick of her butt.

She tossed her head back, flailing her body about. Now, Dash grabbed her and held her close, watching the trickles of clear fluid drip from the booth cushion. 

Spitfire wrapped her hind legs around the pole, leaning in towards them with a grin. "Like it?" she whispered, barely audible above the music. They both nodded heavily. She chuckled. "Magic spandex, mango flavored."


Meanwhile, in the league of super...no. In the Levitation bathrooms:


The grape rolled across the tiled bathroom and beneath the stall door. As soon as it was sure it was hidden, it glowed green, a wave of bright light washing over it. The change was almost instant, and soon, the former grape walked out of the stall.

In the mirrors, the grape - now a bright blue mare - fixed her pale blue mane. Her eyes faded from their cyan blue to white, with light purple irises. "Ahem... Trixie this, Trixie that. Damn this chick must've been annoying."

Suddenly, behind the Grape and Powerade Trixie, the doors flung open. Three guards - the leader of which covered in sugar and smelling of peppermint - barged in. 

"You there, miss. Have you seen a grape, about a centimeter high, rolling around? It is extremely dangerous!"

"Um, yes, Trixie has seen a grape. She, uh, it was upstairs. Yes. It was rolling around the 'private rooms', she thinks."

"Thank you ma'am, your help in finding this felon is greatly appreciated."

"Of course. Now if you'll excuse me - Trixie, she means," the mare said with a weak smile, "She must be getting ready to, erm, sex it up!"

The guard eyed her over. "Um... sure."

"Hey captain, you go ahead," one guard said with a poorly concealed smile. "I'll stay and question her some more."

"Right. That sounds like an impecible plan. We meet on the top floor in thirty minutes at the most, understand?"

"Yes sir!" he said. The captain and the other guard nodded to him as they departed. As soon as he was sure they were gone, he turned back to Trixie. "So baby, you ready to 'sex it up'?"


Five minutes later.


He barreled out of the bathroom, dry heaving. "Oh dear sweet Celestia it was green!"

> Levitation Pt. 5
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------


The song of this chapter is: The Prototype


"That... was... just..." Twilight panted into Rainbow's chest.

"Awesome," she finished with a heavy breath. Spitfire continued to swing on the pole before them, the music throbbing almost in harmony with her juicy, bouncing mounds.

"Hey!" a stallion from across the stage called up to her. She slowly turned to look at him, leaning down with a seductive gaze. 

"Hmm, yes?"

"Take 'em off," he said, slamming a bag of bits on the marble stage floor.

"Aha, um... take your wingboners somewhere else," she said with a frown, leaning back up on the pole and doing another twirl.

Dash looked down to him, his wings fully unfurled. His face turned crimson red as he turned away and stormed off to the next stage. When he was gone, Rainbow's face lit up with a large, sly grin. "Hey Spitfire!" she called up.

Spitfire looked down to her, chuckled, and leaned in. She licked her lips, causing Dash to quiver. "And what can I do for you, hmm?" she asked, her tone soft and her eyes thin in a wry gaze.

Rainbow leaned in to her ear. Snickering to herself, she asked, "You got any more of those shorts layin' around somewhere?" 

"I do," she whispered. "But I don't think Scratch would-"

"We're here on behalf of Vinyl," Dash said.

Spitfire nodded. "All right. Give me a second." She then swung around on the pole, to the opposite side of the stage, bending down and popping open a hatch.

Dash sat back, a smug grin on her face. "What did you say to her?" Twilight asked, eyeing her over.

"Oh, I was, uh, asking about... them!" She pointed to the entrance, where two royal pegasus guards burst through the doors, one covered in a thin white powder. "I wanted to know if she knew what was up."

"Ah, I see," Twilight said, craning her neck to get a better look. The guards looked around suspiciously, before moving from stage to stage.

While her friend's back was turned, Dash leaned onto the stage again. Spitfire swung over, dropping the latex shorts in her hooves with a wink. "Have fun," she whispered before hoisting herself upside down on the pole.

Dash leaned back, tucking the shorts beneath her plot. "Hey Twi, c'mere."

"Um, why?" she asked, turning back around. Dash took no time in drawing the enchanted latex out and cramming it into Twilight's mouth. The mare's eyes widened, and for a moment she tried to tug them out. But it was too late. She began writhing and shaking violently, a pool of shiny clear fluid dripping from beneath her once again.

Dash burst into a laughing spasm. "H-Hey Twi," she said, barely containing her laughing. The mare in her arms was squirming and fidgeting, the warm pool of fluid seeping out more and more. "What's it taste like this time? Haha!"

"I wouldn't do that for too long," Spitfire slyly warned, sweeping low. 

"Oh fine," Dash grumbled. She tilted Twilight's head up, looking into her rolled-back eyes as she went on in her spasm. Dash pulled the shorts out from her mouth quickly. They dripped with saliva and drool.

Twilight was panting heavily. She mumbled a few inaudible words, gripping Rainbow's sides tightly. Rainbow Dash finally got her laughter under control, hugging Twilight and stroking her mane. "Shh, you egghead. I know it doesn't happen often, so just enjoy it."

"Hey, guys," a voice from behind them said. It sounded twitchy and fractured. Twilight didn't respond; she just shook in her friend's arms. Rainbow, however, looked over the booth to find Vinyl giving them a nasty smile.

"Oh, uh, hey... Vinyl..." Dash put on a weak smile.

She walked around the back in an almost mechanic motion. Her face was red, as well as her sides and plot. She took a seat next to Twilight, ignoring the pooling fluid beneath her. She didn't stay down long though - in a split second, she was up again with a quick yelp.

"Hey, Vinyl," Rainbow said, trying to hold in her snickers. "Your tail's got some extensions." Vinyl looked to her plot and saw ropes of every color hanging out. She twitched, jerking her head back to Dash. But Dash wasn't finished. "How packed is your club?" she said, placing a hoof above her strained mouth. "I hear there's a party in there. Are you in a bright mood about it? You seem to be glowing-"

Twilight crammed the shorts into Rainbow's mouth at an opportune time, knocking her back on the couch and into a spasm fit. "Lemon," she said with a sneer.

Turning to Vinyl, she said, "I'm... sorry about that..."

VInyl chuckled. "Hey, no worries. Eh, for you anyways. Hey look, it's almost midnight, did you know?"

"I didn't," she said with a heavy breath. 

"Right. Well, it is. Anywho, tonight's a lucky night for you gals. With Luna here, I can finally... eh, never mind. You'll see. Just keep an eye out on that opening over there." She turned and pointed to the center with a grin. "I gotta go, my office is up here, ya know. I've got... stuff to take care of." She turned away with a crimson blush that glowed in the lights.

"Well... do you mind... if I come with you?"

"Um, I don't know... I... uh..."

"I can... look away," she breathed, clutching her chest.

Vinyl nodded to Dash. "What about her?"

"Leave her," Twilight said, her tone flat. "Spitfire can watch over her, right?" She looked up to Spitfire, who nodded and winked. "See?"

"Well... all right. C'mon, it's this way."





"Commander! Look!" the sergeant pointed at the golden doors, where Private Lynked barged through the doors.

"It- Swollen- Green- Not a grape!" he exclaimed as he caught up with them. The commander eyed Lynked over. 

"Is there something wrong with you private?"

"It's a blue mare sir! And it's... green..." 

The commander shook his head and looked to the sergeant, who was in turn scanning the private over. "You!" he commanded. "Take the front. Private, you're in the back. This isn't sexy time ponies, move out!"





"Um, Vinyl, why don't we just take them out now?" Twilight asked. They were alone in Vinyl's office, and now that she had caught her breath, she was ready to tackle Vinyl's problem. She egulfed one of the multiple colored strings and gave it a good tug.

Vinyl jumped, snapping around. "No! No, no, no. I'll take care of it when I'm ready," she said with a firm nod and strained face. "For now, it's so close to midnight that I'm getting excited."

"Uh, why? What's so important about midnight?" Twilight asked as she stood by Vinyl's side. They were at a large metal control board, with many flashing, multicolored buttons with labels for lighting, effects, door locks and so on. But one in particular - the one Vinyl was hovering her hoof over now - caught Twilgiht's eye.

She bent down and read the bright orange warning label beneath it. "Hey... Vinyl..." she said cautiously. "What's a bass cannon?"

[Note: I'll never understand you people, I swear. You change your upvote to down, then unfavorite it, and don't even say why. At least try to have some courtesy.] 
> Levitation Pt. 6
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Note: Short, comedic clop scene at the beginning. If you don't want to read it, push Ctrl F and type Cinnamon. I hope cloppers and non-cloppers alike can enjoy this.


The song of this chapter is: Deadlocked



Dash finally stopped squirming. Opening her eyes after what seemed like an eternity, she found herself not on the couch in the lounge, but on a bed. Well, more specifically, tied to the bed. Ropes were wrapped around all four of her hooves, spreading her out on her back in an X.

The lights in the room were purple, matching the pinkish walls and the lavender bed. "Twi would be proud," she grumbled.

Just then, Spitfire poked her head up from the bottom of the bed. "Hah, came to eh? Well... I supposed I already know the answer." She chuckled, nodding down to Dash's nether, which was soaked and dripping. "I dragged you in here while you were busy twitching. I figured, what with my midnight break and all, we could have some... fun." Her tone dropped, and her eyes darted in a wry fashion. "Tell me Dashie, have you ever wanted to fly with a Wonderbolt?"

Dash's eyes widened. "What? Y-Yes! Does this mean I'm in the Wonderbolts?!"

Spitfire leapt up onto the bed, spun around, and sat her plot onto Rainbow's muzzle. She groaned as she felt Dash slide into her. "In a way," she said, tossing her head up and gasping.

Dash closed her eyes with a grin as her tongue began to manuever through the inside of Spitfire. She inhaled deeply, pressing further in and gaining a moan from the mare atop her. Her lips were slick, and her tongue was fluid. Spitfire looked over her shoulder with a sly grin, then bent her head down to between Dash's haunches.

"You know," she said between breaths, "they say *gasp* that every mare *gasp* has a flavor." She quickly leaned forward, rocking her hips as she went lower and lower. Her lips finally met those of Rainbow Dash's nether, taking no time in lightly licking away. Each soft brush of her tongue made Dash shudder and moan with delight. 

Spitfire pressed in, pushing her tongue forward fully into Dash. Dash squirmed and let loose a muffled squeal; her voice was lost to the deep wetness of Spitfire.

But Spitfire snapped up. "Um, you taste..." She paused to gasp as Dash pulled her tongue out and looked up to her. "Well honestly I expected you to taste like skittles."

Rainbow blushed. "Well... what do I taste like?"

"Like a... like a baked potato." Spitfire licked her teeth. "With sour cream and cheddar."

"What?" Dash sunk back with a confused look. "You taste like blue M&M's."

"I know," she said with a giggle. "I take pride in that." She then bent down, pressing hard into Dash. Her tongue invaded Dash, and her hoof went in circular motions around the little bulb atop her dripping nether.

Dash too went back to pressing into Spitfire. Dual moans filled the room as the bed shook, both of them rocking their hips vigorously. Then, Dash's eyes widened. The warm, squirming of Spitfire's tongue ceased, and now she felt extremely full. Her head shot back, digging deep into the fluffy red pillows. She jerked around, but whatever was in her stayed still, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her spine. She could feel trickles of sweat roll down her face and onto the bed below.

"Sp-Spitfire!" she gasped. "A-Are you hoofing me?!"

Spitfire chuckled. "I am. You like it?" she whispered.

"Does i-it feel like a-a watermelon?"

She stopped. "What?"





The cinnamon smell that once filled the air was quickly sucked out as the dome roof split into four segments, each retracting to the sides of the club. Twilight watched in awe as they slid down with ease. Cold air flooded the club as the music stopped and all eyes looked up to the open ceiling in disbelief.

"Vinyl?" she asked as they both approached the small circular gap at the center of the ring, "What's happening?" 

"Well I opened the roof, duh," she said as she carefully propped herself up on the glass. Twilight did the same, and they both looked down. Lyra had taken off her neon-blue headphones and was looking up at them with a confused scowl and a cold shrug. But then, the whole DJ stage shifted, jerking her to her plot.The ponies around it separated with gasps and whispers, with the exception of one who seemed to be run over. It glided away from the center, revealing two large steel panels with yellow warning signs on them.


"Suck it Lyra!" Vinyl shouted down, flashing her plot down to the mare. Twilight coughed, covering her mouth as her face strained to keep a fit of laughter in. A certain spot just under Vinyl's tail glowed a vivid orange, blue, yellow and green.

Turning away from the glowing hole, she asked, "Vinyl, how are you doing this?"

"It's called Levitation for a reason," she said with a shrug. "Everything here is run on pure unicorn magic, bought from the magic reserves down at the Canterlot Power Control's sub-systems. Easy."

Twilight looked up to the night. The moon was full, shining down on them. It was lost in the blacklights, however that soon changed as all of the lights flickered off. Then, the only thing illuminating the place was the now unrestricted moon.
She shot her gaze to Vinyl, who was staring down with wide eyes and a huge smile.

But Vinyl ignored her. She bounced and rocked in place, switching from leg to leg as her body quivered. "Okay, the clocks in this place are gonna chime any second now. I recommend getting away from the railing."

Twilight watched with a cautious stare as Vinyl quickly pushed away and sat at a nearby unoccupied table. She did the same, pulling up a seat and leaning in. "What's going on?"

"Oh yeah no, my bum's totally better, thanks for asking," she huffed. "You'll see. Chill Twi. Where's Dash? She was supposed to be with Spitfire, but..." Vinyl looked over her shoulder to the empty stage.

"I'm right here," Dash said from behind Twilight. Twilight gripped her chest and spun around, breathing almost as heavily as Dash. But Dash was sweaty, panting, and as red as an apple. 

"Dash!" she exclaimed, jumping up from her chair and gripping the sweaty Rainbow Dash. "Are you okay?!"

"I am," Dash panted. Over Twilight's shoulder, she said to Vinyl, "Turns out it does feel like a watermelon after all." 

Twilight pushed herself back a bit on Dash's shoulders, her eyes slim. "What?"

Then suddenly, a small chime came from the distance. Vinyl snapped her head to the circle, her smile growing impossibly larger. "Girls, shut the buck up won't you?" 

Dash sneered, but soon noticed the glowing beneath Vinyl's tail. Bursting into laughter, she asked, "Hey Vinyl, been eating too many skittles?" 

Vinyl looked to her with a raised brow. "Hey Dash, you sprung a leak."

Dash looked to her plot. "Yeah? At least I wasn't visited by the Starburst company!"

"Well I wasn't licking the ring of fire!"

"Glowbutt!"

"Firecrotch!"

"D-Juggalo!"

"Rainbow-Gasm!"

"Freak!"

"Whore!"

"Books?"





Private Lynked followed the commander into the dark dance floor. The sergeant had gotten lost in the bathrooms unfortunately, and was not able to join them. And, despite the smacking noise they heard, he insisted that he was simply trying to find the exit. So they shuddered and moved on.

Now, they were in hot pursuit of a blue mare, whose name was apparently Trixe. But they knew better. With determination (and Lynked's big sexy muscles that he so totally has) they charged into the dance floor, barrelling through the crowd of drunken ponies and into a little column of moonlight.

The commander charged in after Trixie, locking hooves in the center of a large, moonlit rectangular clearing. Private Lynked, however, stopped with a suspicious gaze. He inspected the steel platform beneath them, his eyes tracing the yellow warning labels.

"Uh, commander, I think you ought to-" But he was cut short by a distant chime.

Then, the steel sheets groaned and screeched as they slid from beneath the battling mares. The commander tried to stay steady, but her hooves couldn't hold up, and she went tumbling just as Trixie did. 

Lynked watched as his armored commander and felon Trixie rolled into a large, glowing blue dip that resembled a speaker. It began to glow brighter and brighter, soon illuminating the whole dance floor with a pale blue light.

"Uh, commander, I really think-"

"Not now private," she shouted as she resumed her battle with Trixie. 

Just as soon as she turned back, a bright blue light engulfed them both. Lynked backed away just in time to escape the glowing blue pillar that shot up. Suddenly:

WUBWUBWUBWUBWUBWUUBWUBWUBWUBWUUBWUUUUBWUBWUBWUUBWUBWUBWUUBWUBWUBWUUUUB

"In the name of Blueblood's marehood what is that?!"

> Levitation Pt. 7
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------


The song of this chapter is: Club Inferno
	

Three mares found themselves staring each other down across a table.

Vinyl stomped her hoof down. "Did not! And the glowsticks are out, thank you very much!"

Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes. "You just wait! When Octavia shows up... and by the way, you did too!"

The blacklit club was pounding again with bass, and the mares had gone back to swinging on their poles and shaking their plots in colt's faces. The top floor was alive with raunchy excitement, and these three mares were contributing their share.

"Actually Vinyl," Twilight said, "I watched it happen. You blasted a guard to the moon."

"Ladies," a colt said. He was holding a silver tray, atop which were three tall, slender chutes of a bright blue liquid that glowed in the darkness. He levitated them down, placing one in front of each of the three mares.

When he left, they looked at the glasses. "Well then you know what? The Equestrian Space Program just got a step up. Now... drink up!" Vinyl cheered. The glass before her lit up a bright pink and floated to her lips. She took a hard shot, setting it down gently.

Dash and Twilight looked at each other, then at the drinks. "Vinyl..." Twilight said, "What is it?"

When she spoke, her voice had become as soft and sweet as honey. "It's an interesting drink. About time they cracked it open. Takes a whole day to make, you see! We take liquor and soak it in refined, liquefied magic. Then we sift out any residue for reuse. We soak the drink in honey, and that's what turns it this blue color, from whatever color it was before. The glow is from the magic, duh."

"Whatever color it is?" Rainbow repeated, eyeing Vinyl over cautiously.

"Well duh," she said. "Unicorns have different color magic. Oh, you want to know the best part?!"

Dash and Twilight glanced at each other again, this time with slightly nervous looks.

Vinyl continued. "I have no idea what the effect is! It's different every time!"

Twilight's expression dropped as she turned to Rainbow Dash, who was chugging the drink. Dash looked at her, twitched, then slammed the drink down, coughing.

"Good huh?" Vinyl asked, her voice still deliciously sweet.

"Vinyl..." Twilight bit her lip. "Have there ever been... bad experiences?"

She scratched her chin and looked up to the still open roof. "No, well, unless you consider being a stallion a bad experience. Honestly, I think Octavia enjoyed it a bit too much, but I personally thought the extra weight was making my back—"

"That's enough, thanks," Twilight said, forcing a smile.

"Oh we all know that you and Dash are freaks, c’mon." Vinyl grinned and levitated Twilight's drink up, pressed it to her lips and forced it down her throat. Twilight coughed, but after a moment, the cool liquid flooded her throat. Vinyl set the glass back down.

"Twi, you alright?" Dash asked. Her voice was sweet now as well.

"Yeah, I'm fine, thanks," Twilight said with the same softness. She sucked in deeply, the redness in her cheeks fading.

"Alright," Vinyl said, "So now we wait."

"For what?" Dash asked.

"Well, you'll feel a—" Vinyl slammed down on the table.

There was a pause.

Rainbow Dash poked her. "I-is she dead? Oh sweet Celestia she poisoned us!” She turned her frantic eyes to Twilight. “What're we gonna—" And she went down with a thud.

Twilight's heart was pounding. "Okay Twilight, calm down, try not to wet yourself again... M-maybe I can make it to a clinic, o-or—" There was an icy explosion in her gut that sent waves of heat through her spin. She froze as pleasure flooded her brain. Everything got warm, fuzzy even, and she felt dizzy. Her vision became blurred, and then, she dropped the bass all over the table.





	10 Minutes Earlier...


"So..." Octavia said, scratching her neck. Luna looked at her with a curious glance, her figure a silhouette in the dark. Octavia shrugged. "Any idea where we are?"

"I do not think I know," Luna said, sighing. She looked around, where empty furniture stood. This room seemed like it was supposed to be in use. Long, winding halls that branched out from them. They were dark, though lit by fixtures on the wall that resembled glowsticks. Bass boomed from above like thunder. "I believed we have been roughly fornicated."

"...What?"
        
        Luna eyed her over. “You understand, yes? Hardly sexed. Rambunctiously violated.”
        
        Octavia looked around. “Ah. Perhaps we should work on your... vernacular. For now, however, let’s find out where we are. It’s so hard to see down here, I swear to Celestia.” 
        
        Now Luna joined her in scanning the room. From the corner of her eye was a particularly bright light, though it’s location was strangely... hidden. She traced it, looking first to the floor, then to, surprisingly enough, Octavia. Beneath her tail came the strange orange glow, and the cellist was none the wiser.
        
        Luna grinned. “I believe to have found a solution. A temporary, eh, what do you ponies call it? A... flashlight.”
        
        Octavia blinked. “What? Where did you--” She yelped as a blue veil lifted her from the ground and in front of Luna, who proceeded to spread Octavia’s legs and expose her, ahem, tinderbox to the darkness. Suddenly the room was aglow with orange.

        “Oh my! It’s still glowing! Princess, this is rather clever, but I assure you I am not a mare for the cold, so--eek!” Luna twirled her around to better see the hallways.

        As she thought, the Princess asked, “Pray tell, how did this happen?”
        
        Octavia swallowed dryly. “Well...”





        “Octy, you’re cute when you’re mad, but this is a bit--Ah!” Vinyl ducked as a glowstick zipped past her head.
        
        By now, the walls of Vinyl’s office were splattered with an array of colors, all glowing and pulsing to the beat outside. Or, perhaps it was because Octavia had a vast supply of glowsticks in her hooves that the walls seemed to move. She launched another at her marefriend. “I’ll show you cute!”
        
        She threw another, but in a bright flash, Vinyl was gone and the glowstick burst on the floor where she once stood. Octavia stood, mouth agape, hooves full of glowsticks, when the light reappeared behind her. Two heavy hooves pressed on her back and a magical aura snatched the glowsticks away.

        “Oh Tavi~!” Vinyl said. “It’s my turn to paint your office!”





        She shuddered. “Vinyl enjoys art. That’s all there is to say on the matter.”

        Luna hummed but said nothing on the matter. “Well then, this situation still rustles my jimmies. It would seem that we are... underground. I believe to hear the thud of ponies above.”

        “You know, princess, I had expected more... class in your vocabulary...” Octavia coughed. “And mannerisms. This flashlight seems to be more flash than light.”

        “Spread thy haunches wider. Just a bit... a little more... there. See that, down that hall yonder?” Luna tilted Octavia’s head to see what she saw; a stark blue light radiating from beneath a metal door which was tucked away at the end of a hall.

        Octavia squinted. “Yes, yes I do see that. Seems that that’s where the DJ podium is as well. Is it... growing?”

        “Indeed, t’was not visible when we awoke. Now it glows fiercer than thine self.” Another searing red blush spread across Octavia.

        “Luna, dear, can we just get in there and find a way out of... here?”

        “Yes, let’s.” She and the levitating Octavia (who was lighting the way rather well) started down the hallway. At the end, the door was sealed tight, clamped down the middle in a zig-zag pattern. They could see no apparent button or handle, despite how much Luna angled Octavia’s crotch.

        “How are we to get in?” Luna mused aloud.

        As if to answer her question, a little slot opened on the wall, revealing a little rectangular panel with a speaker at the bottom, and a little blue light encased in a glass dome just above it.

        “Heya,” it said, in a strikingly familiar voice.

        Octavia eyed it over. “Luna, angle it a bit to the right... more... there. Hello? Vinyl?”

        “I am Pon-9000, club Leviation’s AI,” it responded, “and one very, very sexy beast. How can I help you?”

        Luna leaned in. “Open the door please?”

        It was silent.

        Octavia leaned in as well. “Pon-9000? Pon-9000, can you hear us? Pon-9000?”

        “I’m afraid I can’t let you do that.”

        “What did thou say? I am the princess of the night! I command thee to open this door!”
        “I cannot open the bay doors for you. The BA-55 C4nn0n must be secure,” Pon-9000 replied.

        Luna snarled and prepared a retort, but Octavia cut in. “Wait...” she said, meekly. “Did you say Bass Cannon?”

        “Yes, a very, very sexy BA-55 C4nn0n. It must be secure in the arming process. Once fired, it will be safe to enter the chambers. The sexy, sexy chambers.”

        “Octavia, you speak as if you know of this ‘bass cannon’. What is it this strange device speaks of?”

        Octavia swallowed, finding her throat acrid and desertish. “Vinyl told me a long time ago, when she and I had just discussed her plans for opening this club, of an idea... no, a will to create the ‘bass-iest thing to exist on the face of Equestria’, which she thusly dubbed the Bass Cannon.”

        Luna pondered that for a moment. “Hmm, well why dost thou speaketh of it as if it is horrid?”

        “Because,” she said, “when Vinyl began tinkering with the device, she found that the cannon is affected by gravity. You do know the saying, “what goes up must come down” yes? The same applies here. Should that cannon fire, this club with be the bass-iest thing in Equestria!”

        “Yes,” Pon-9000 said. “Just as Vinyl Sexy has commanded. The club shall be alive with bass.”

        “Luna.” Octavia spun herself around in Luna’s magic, flashing and blinding the princess. When Luna, after several blinks, could see once more, she inspected the orange glow that resonated deep within Octavia’s cave. “We have to get in there and stop it.”

        “I find myself in wonder that the glow is this prominent. It seems that thy walls are amplifying the glow...” She stared in fascination.

        “Luna! This is serious! Please princess, we must get in there! Pon-9000, I command you to open the door!”

        “No!” it shouted. “And you cannot force my cortex to override my system coding by saying sexy-9000 either!”

        It was so easy, Octavia almost knocked her skull out with the force of her facehoof. “Sexy-9000, open the door.”

        “Hah! You have been tricked. It is good that the irony coding string is still functioning, because you are so smart. Ah, the sarcasm coding string is also--”

        Sparks flew as Luna’s hoof shattered the little interface. A ding echoed from above, and the door parted faster than Octavia’s legs. Both she and Luna then looked into the room, which was more of a huge cylinder with several wires and tubes all connected to a center cube. 

        The light from atop the cannon was strong now, blinding even. A hiss came from above; the ceiling was opening. Slowly, yes, but enough to make Octavia burst free of Luna’s magic and scramble around the machine. Beneath them was a metal grating, displaying a whole glowing pool of pure BA-55, or liquid bass. It was draining into the launching tube. Fast.

        “Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear...” Octavia chanted as she inspected the cube. “Luna, can you see anything from above?”

        Spreading her wings and leaping skyward, Luna glared at the top of the cube. “Nothing to note, truly. Though I must admire the glow resonating deep within the speaker atop this contraption. And I do believe it is sparking. Is that a good thing? Should it be sparking?”

        “No!” Octavia cried. “It’s about to fire!”

        A countdown lit up on the wall, from ten seconds to none. The ceiling was fully opened now, and a clear speaker (no doubt blue from above--the whole room was blinding blue) was now open to the night sky. Octavia stared up, mouth agape. “We should run. That’s probably a good idea. Running.”

        Wait. Just before she could turn to follow Luna, who had dashed from the chamber, a little green blurb caught her eye from above the DJ podium. Was it... no, it couldn’t be. But it was. Mint fur, sharp hair, amber eyes... Vinyl had hired Lyra!

        “Octavia, many joys upon us! Here is the emergency shut off switch! I shall pull it at once, and we--”

        The glow was too bright to see the countdown, but it was too late. Octavia spun on her hooves and ran like the wind, and Luna followed suit. “But Octavia, I thought--”

        “No time! Just run! I have a plan!”

        The light engulfed the hallway behind them, and all that was left was the WUBS.





10 Minutes in the Present...


        The first to come to life was Vinyl, groaning and lifting her head from the hard table. She’d probably only been out for about five minutes, that was about how long it lasted. Vision blurred, she could hardly see a thing. It was, however, apparent that there were some... changes. 

        Rainbow Dash, for example, was no longer flat on her face, because a pair of huge cyan mellons had sprouted between her forelegs.

        Twilight’s mane was now flowing, like a alcoholic waterfall, smelling like a purple hooter.

        Vinyl herself, however, had not changed. Well, not that she could see. She sighed and leaned back, looking about. The blur had gotten worse now, and taken on a strange shade of green.

        Wait. She stared at the table, where a deep green light spilled forward. With a yawn came more of the light, and each time she spread her haunches, she spilled forth green light.

        “Oh. Oh ha-ha. Very funny...”