When Two Worlds Collide

Chapter 17

Thanks to DragonLord RyuKizoku for editing and memes

I felt wet. Sticky too.

It was also concerning to my tired state at how many times I was jostled around. But I slightly recalled what I was doing. In the background, I could hear the shallow chugging of a train, followed by the slight jump of the wheels. Oh yeah… I was heading to Canterlot. Riiighhhttt.

I opened one of my eyes, cringing when it shut due to the sudden brightness, I felt like there was something in my iris. Regardless, I rubbed both sight seers, and groaned a smidge as I sat up.

I was in a box car. I think Dash paid for it and fell asleep somewhere in the back, but the overall placement and comfiness of the car was clearly visible. The seats we were in were Harry Potter themed, not literally, but like the colors Red Velvet and purple.

Don't even get me started however, on the train itself. I remember seeing it used a couple of times in the show, and still can't get over at how pink the thing was.

But besides that, I could easily look out the window, hiss at the brightness of Celestia's sun, peer around myself and probably fall asleep again if it weren't for the apparent wetness on my shoulder.

And as the recent memories of the Competition, followed by what had transpired after flowed back to my mind, I recalled Dash…

Oh… Eww… I muttered a few phrases that would make my grandpa proud and glanced at the technicolored mare. So… She had fallen asleep. Was still asleep. But asleep on my shoulder. Drooling a literal pool. No wonder I felt wet, I was covered in Dash spit. Great.

Her mane was a mess… But then again, I don't bleive she ever took the time to care about it… And she was half in her chair, half out, leaning all over me. Her back legs were splayed over the arm rest, and the other was out of her seat. Dash had placed both her front hooves near her belly and currently, was snoring lightly.

But my curiosity was attained when she moaned. Not groan, not an insufferable sigh, she literally pulled out a throaty coo, and smacked her lips. She moved her back legs and flipped slightly so that her face ate a mouthful of my fur. To my shock, and ever increased fucks now given, her wings slowly extended. Gulping, I could only look up at the train ceiling and pray.

But I felt my face heat up and eyes shoot open in nervousness when Dashs face slipped off my shoulder, fell on my left leg, her muzzle downwind and in a very sensual area. And as much as amazingly horrendous it had gotten, I was the better man. I was debating on whether or not i was going to keep her there, but judging from the trains speed and the sight of a station that was closing in, caused me to freak out about what would happen if she found herself staring at my crotch.

It'd be funny, worth it too, but I feel like Dash would punch my dick out if I kept her like she was.

Without looking down, I stuck my hooves out roboticaly and lifted her head off of me, trying my hardest, and failing at looking at her. Still drooling, Dash had a faint blush and a goofy smile as she let out another moan, opening her mouth and closing it, causing an insatiable amount of spit to drop to the floor.

Gross Dash...

Next thing I know, My ears shoot up and twitch in shock as a sudden, pomf, was heard. She had uh… Rubbed. Begrudgingly rubbed a part of her that was… Slightly arousing… And as I tried to find the source inside the sun lit car, I found out what it was as Dash squirmed quietly in my grasp.

I thought it was only a canon, that, it was something funny, and at the same time interesting for a pegasus to do. Followed up by for some reason me figuring out that I could get off by preening myself. But no, Wingboners were real, and dear god it was awkward as hell.

Both brown wings were standing at full attention, my face felt like a hundred degrees and… Dash… Was still drooling on me.

Fuck

I needed to wake her up, like right now before this got out of hand. So, I stood, still holding her face and was about to do something drastic, but was interrupted. The train ran into a slight turbulence and caused me to cry out, lashing me forward like a ragdoll.

I landed atop of Dash, the worst case scenario happening, my face crushing hers as we both hit the ground. My eyes, which were already widening from the still shock of my wingboner, about damn near popped out of my head when I realized what was happening.

I was smooching Rainbow Dash.

I blinked and moved my face down, awkwardly causing Dash's mouth to slant with it, just to see if she was awake.

Oh… Thank god… She wasn't…

"Alright Everypony! Canterlot stop!"

I grew so rigid, so insanely still, that if someone had placed a mason jar in between my ass cheeks, that glass jar would have broken.

Dash's eyes fluttered open, her rose colored iris's looking around in confusion, seeing as how she wasn't supposed to be looking at the ceiling. But when her gaze locked with mine, and the moments afterward of which her slowly awakening mind put the pieces together, she blinked.

With a flap so fierce, Dash propelled herself away from me and threw herself into the wall opposite of me, her eyes showing hurt, betrayal and a hint of something else I couldn't name. I landed on my face, my gaze never leaving the ground and my lips still puckered.

She sputtured, her mouth curling into that of disgust as she repediatly looked at herself and then at me,

"Did you?!... Did we?!... W-what?!"

I blinked from where I was at and said nothing. How exactly can I explain this to her? Oh sorry Dash. Hey! Got a free kiss from ya! First fucking kiss, and I have to thank the trains bullshitty conducter!

Go shove a piece of coal up your ass and light it.

Rainbow slowly stood, her face lighting up a deep crimson as she wiped her mouth,

"What… Happened…"

About that time, I think she noticed that both her wings and mine were erect, and she straightened her back. Those rose pupils shrinking in realization,

"Oh Celestia…"

O.o.O.o.O

After maliciously beating the conductor and never saying another word to Dash until we got into Canterlot itself, we both moved on. However, I explained to the best of my abilities, and to my charigin of a persistent arousal showing, that nothing happened... Dash got the picture.

So! The Derby. To move into that section, and watch it, which was Tommorow at around lunch time, we had to wait. Like said before, Dash had rented a hotel for the both of us to sleep in. It was called Squeaky Clean, something like that. It was top class and real close to the stadium. Dash had also told me that someone named Head Start died there. 'Parently, he was famous.

Why the fuck does she want to stay in a hotel when someone died in it? Minus ten points to RavenClaw.

But I swear to god if it is a single bed bedroom.

I'm sleeping on the mother fucking floor if it is.

Lord, I was still fuming over what had happened. My first kiss. Gone. Wasted on a blasted pony. A rainbow colored one no doubt. And it was pretty obvious that Dash was feeling the same way, as whenever I wasn't looking at her, she sent me a cold glare. I mean, I had gone out with a few girls, but I've never kissed any of them, and now I don't even know if I want to kiss anyone else. I dont know about Dash though. She seemed like the type of gal who only dated tough stallions.

I am wimpy and proud. So Patrick, tone down the lessons.

I mean kissing Dash was kinda great… I groaned inwardly as Dash and I stepped out into the Canterlot streets. Now I was liking it. Someone kill me now before the romance blossoms into angst…

I'm putting the events in the back of my mind and moving forward… As Dash and I followed each other side by side, I saw from the edge of my view, Nitch poke himself out of my saddlebag and look around. A green hue taking his form.

Note to self, switch Nitch out for a real lamp.

I guess he was… Jealous? Dont know why… But Canterlot was after all, the Jewel of Equestria. And for good reasons too. The ground wasn't gravel for starters, instead a smooth cobblestone that contrasted beautifully with the houses that lined the street. Every now and then, we would pass by lampposts, what was inside made me stop and chuckle.

Fireflies. Huh. Unbeknownst to me however, Nitch, that ball bastard, silently crept from the saddle bags and had floated away. I didn't even know about it until to late. Which was like the next day I think…

Anyway.

The houses here and there sported Celestia and her colors. White and yellow. With of course the copious amounts of Pink, Green and… Red I think. Bah.

But they were filled with the residents. Snobbish bunch of folks I'll give them that. The kind that would scan every pore of your existence and with a sniff! They would judge you accordingly. Which at the present time, was happening.

From the windows and from the couples that littered the cobblestoned streets, Ponies, both Stallion and Mare lent their head to their partners and ushered rumours and whispered false lies, belittling us with words of their power. Damn assholes… Dash could take it, as per she was probably used to being called lazy, and uncooth. But when I heard several grievances against me, I felt about ready to snap.

And I was clearly showing it too, I believe.

"Dude. Let 'em talk. Ain't nothing we can do about it."

Rainbow Dash had apparently gotten over the awkwardness between us and had stepped in front of me as a pair of high and posh fuckers glanced at me, laughing. Element of Loyalty. Thanks Dash.

With a shake of my head to dispel the red haze, I nodded,

"Let's just… Get to that damn Hotel… Quickly. I'm tempted to see if a unicorn can fly if I buck it hard enough."

Dash sent me an agreement disguised as a harsh laugh, causing several faces who had heard me light up, and they who didn't want to feel my wrath, quickly vacated the streets.

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"You cannot be serious right now."

Dash smiled and wrapped a hoof around my shoulder, "Eeyup! Granite. This! Is the Squeaky Clean, residents to all!"

Residents to all my ass. This place sent chills up my spine. It was clean, yes. But squeaky? No. Not at all. The hotel was about 4 stories high, and I was pretty sure that the back of it was rather far. It was colored a bright yellow, the bottom of it was white. The windows allowed us a quick peek into the lobby, showing off a very bored stallion at a front desk.

Good. No snobbish ponies.

Dash pushed open the doors and… Oh thats why its called Squeaky. Hah… funny.

We entered the lobby announced, saddlebags full and our spirits raised in hopes for our room. The chestnut brown stallion scrambled in his chair, flailing about for a few seconds before clasping his hooves together, sporting off a nervous smile.

His voice was a slight higher baritone, like… An English nobility, the squeaks and British clearly defined,

"Oh hello! Welcome to the Squeaky Clean Hotel! I can either guess you have a reservation, or.." He gave off a sly grin, "Are looking for a special accommodation."

I coughed awkwardly as Dash blinked and shook her hoof several times, "No...no no… No.. Hah.. Nonononono…. No. No….." She breathed in, "No."

"We got a reservation. Should be under a Miss Dash and Granite." I quipped in as Rainbow repeated the phrase several more times. Occupied with searching, I turned to Dash and sighed through my nose,

"So we're here. What do you want to do after we get our room?"

The rainbow mare stopped her no's and looked towards me. Dash shrugged, her shoulders causing her mane to shift to one side of her muzzle, "I dunno. Heard Vinyl is playing at a club tonight. Wanna see what all the wubs are about?"

I chuckled, "Sure Dash."

After a moment later, the stallion raised a hoof, "Ah yes, Miss Dash and Granite, you have been reserved for a… One King sized bed with a bathroom and balcony."

My head snapped to Dash so fast, that during the conceded effort, I counted 57 snaps of my vertebrae. Said mares face lit up in a blush before she giggled nervously, correcting the Brown fucker,

"Uh.. I think you may have us mixed up with somepony else…"

The guy snorted, throwing a nonchalant hoof out, "Nonsense! It says here that a Miss Rainbow Dash ordered a couples retreat!"

"Dash. You didn't."

Rainbow looked at me with the most apologetic look she would ever muster,

"I am so sorry."

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Sleeping on the floor it is then!

Luckily the room has a damn carpet for me to snuggle on. It was comfy, and surprisingly bouncy, colored a vibrant green. Best color ever. It didn't have any pattern, or special quality to it, which was the best part. A green carpet.

Now, the room was definitely a couples retreat. The bed was not and I repeat nooottt a King sized bed. It was meant for up close and personal cuddles. And hell to the no, I was not sharing. I'm going on a damn carpet ride to sleep.

The bed was laced with a bright red, flared by the two bed sheets of blue and pink. It was wooden, and the headboard of it was humoungus, the only large thing about it.

Jesus, why has and everything I say have to be sexual? Good Christ…

There was a fan, the bathroom and the balcony. Nothing at all peculiar about those three sidearms of the room we had been secluded in for a day or two. But what pissed me off, was that every other single fucking room was taken. This was the only room Dash and I could secure.

Oh look. A heart shaped lamp. Lovely.

"I hate you."

"Oh shut up."

"Make me. I don't see the reason of why we had to do this. I mean, we could've taken the train tommorow and been early to the show!"

Dash slumped onto the mattress, "Oh stop being such a Opalescence… Besides there is a sale going on down near the manzbcbcyfkfghsm…"

I raised a brow and straightened up, what the hell was that last part? Turning away from the light, I tried to figure out what was happening,

"What was that last part?"

Before me, and I shit you not, was Rainbows ass. Not her body, her tail yes. But from what the bed hadn't swallowed, was just her back legs and ass.

"Mfgh ghfm hertdf mehg?" Dash muttered from the depths of the bed,

I flatbrowed, "You know, I think I'm just gonna leave you here to suffer the wrath of the fucking bed."

I got one hell of a screech as Dash verbally assaulted my ears with her legs thrashing about.

"Alright, Alright! Jeez… Don't need you to get your pa-" I stopped midway as I glanced at the drawers beside the bed, seeing a very familiar piece of undergarments,

"Right. Hold still."

I popped Rainbow out of the bed, sideways this time. No way was I about to recap the events that played this afternoon. I've seen this several times in movies and fanfics about how lovers, supposedly collapsed atop of each other. Not to fuckng mention, it already happened, followed by that bastard stallion aND THEN THIS GODDAMN ROOM!

O.o.O.o.O

I need a drink. Like, a hard drink.

I sighed as I looked around the darkened streets. Dash was up in the room doing… Mare shit. So I was outside waiting for her. Our destination? Oh the nightclub of course. I know. My Little Pony just got a smidge kinkier with the sudden upbringing of that. And in truths, I was slightly intimidated at trying to test out this nightclub. Might just be some kind of literal night and club.

Through and through though, I was going to find out. And on top of that, actually hear Vinyl play. Score one for Gerald!

Off in the distance, a merry laugh was heard, followed by the shut of a door. Above me, the lamppost filled with fireflies that glowed a bright yellow, casting me in its warm hue against the rather cold wind.

I looked to my right to see Dash come trotting out, a content smile on her face,

"Alright, I'm done. Now! To the club!"

Did she even do anything to herself? Her mane was still a mess, hooves trimmed. Oh… She was wearing sunglasses. The… Badass sunglasses. I unconsciously faltered.. God… I wish I had- WAIT! NO WISHES.

Dash led us off into the night, the both of us making a good progress towards our destination. And might I say, that the club was… Like a sore thumb? Wait. Let me rephrase that.

All of the houses had a familiar nobility to them. High class. Posh. Uptight. Like as if the house had a nose high in the air.

But outcropped, and far away from the Canterlot poshness, I dare say near the castle, was where we were going. You could hear it before you got near. And man, it was jumpin.

Dash and I rounded a corner, and as if someone had waved a magic wand, or uncovered their hand with a white cloth, the clubs lights flashed off my glasses, making my mouth go slack with awe.

"Holy…"

Dash snickered and nudged my still form,

"Dude, thats only the outside. Wait till you see the inside." I could only nod dumbly as we made our way to the line outside the club.

So, it was called the 40 oz drop, probably a reference of to how hard the bass hits you. But either way, It was flared with purple neon lights and shadowed blue. Reminding me slightly of Luna, which is funny due to how it's a Nightclub. Eh? Eh?

The line held a different type of crowd, those respectively being the type of ponies from Ponyville. I saw no distinct high and mighty attitude from this crowd. Rather, they showed the type of excitement of someone who was about to go bungee jumping, That adrenaline. That's what makes nightclubs so amazing. Of course, it's also what happens inside, as per if you start a fight, your ass is grass. But besides that, the moments you are about to enter a place such as this, is what gets your heart racing.

Ah, the bouncer let us in. Let's see what is going on inside shall we?

After opening the doors, the immediate smell of sweat assed my nose. But it passed over with other distinct smells, those being salt, perfume and a… Peculiar aroma.

A mare passed by Dash and I, and my head distinctively followed her, seeing her velvet fur sway… Wait… that was where the smell was coming from. Pheromones?

Rainbow nudged me from my stupor, "Hey there cowpony."

"Sorry. Just.. Wow."

Dash laughed, egging me to follow, "You haven't seen nothing yet. Just wait till Ol' Scratch gets up here." I nodded, too dumbfounded to even make a reply.

Just the whole club inside was beautiful. Albeit smelling like ass here and there, but beautiful. The lights that flashed vibrant colors mixed well with the crowd and their forms. It was like as if someone was taking millions of pictures, the silhouettes of the ponies fading into and out of existence. Thank Talos I was prone to strobe, otherwise I would be having an aneurysm or stroke.

Dash led me to a bar, the smell of hard cider and other drinks hitting me hard as the rainbow mare rapped against the counter top. A brute of a unicorn appeared moments later, wearing some glowsticks around his neck and horn. Good god he was built… I'm surprised his white shirt hadn't screamed bloody murder and Hara Kiri'd itself.

"What'll it be?"

Oh my god… They said that?

"Two waters, singed. Make 'em Sparkle."

The barkeep eyed me and Dash before huffng and setting off to his assigned job. While doing so, I was able to take the environment in.

Apparently, the bar needn't have the purpose of having chairs, nor stools. It was all stand up. Or in the case of my Sonic Ripoff, Lean back. The actual bar was made in a variety of nonmalogonic colors that flashed from different settings. Debilitating, but mesmerizing at the same time. Not to mention that there were several booths around us, containing more than… Comfy couples. Oh dear god… Were they actually…

"Yo! Granite? Dashie?!"

Ripped from my obvious shock and appraise towards the dudes literal balls, I looked towards the voice and saw none other than Miss Vinyl Scratch. Oh wait, DJ Pon-3 now because of her alias.

I smirked, "And here stands the Powne 3. What is up?" I said holding out a hoof for her to bump, which she did,

Sempai noticed me..

Vinyl snickered, mirroring the action to Dash, turning around to view everything that was happening,

"Well, 'bout to head onstage. Surprised to see you two out this late. What's the occasion?"

I deadpanned, "Derby. Nothin more. Nothing less."

Barkeep slammed the two drinks on the table, his smirk quite evident,

"Drink up. Enjoy your night."

Heh. Awesome.

The shot glasses we had been given were rather large, and were indeed sparkling. But it was rimmed with… Salt? Wait… Ermagerd… isn't that a dr-

"Drink up Granite! To the Derby."

Dash raised her glass, to which I mutely picked up mine, careful as per I hadn't been able to quite grasp both the concept of how to pick up stuff with my hooves, and the objects themselves.

"To the Derby."

Clink and drink. Let the party begin. Oh good lord… It was… Salty… And tasted like soda at the same time. I coughed and shook my head, turning to try and find Dash. But the rainbow Pegasus was nowhere to be seen.

Vinyl cleared her throat, "Hey Granite?"

I looked towards Vinyl, actually gazing at her this time, an eyebrow raised,

"Yo?" She looked rather stunning in the flashing light, the purple tints in her glasses reflecting the awe and rejuvenation that comes from the resonant sound of wubs. Vinyl smirked and lowered the glasses to the bridge of her muzzle,

"How would you like to help me DJ for a bit? I may or may not have had a bit to drink. Don't wanna mess up my performance."

Both eyebrows raised, "Well… I mean Neon is over there looking kinda down." I said gesturing to the said Stallion in a booth working the lights. Like said, his face was down trodden and rather devoid of life as he worked.

Vinyl blew her lips, "Eh. He'll be fine. Now c'mon. Need some help setting up."

Oh Sugar Honey Iced Tea…

O.o.O.o.O

I plugged in the last output cord, securing the sound and making sure it led to the speakers. That was the easy part, now all I needed to do was test the DJ Pad. The squarish instrument was above me, all set up and ready to go. I sat up from my lying position and went over to the colorful buttoney pad.

Grasping Vinyls signature headphones, I took one slider and moved it forward and back, hearing the signature, wikka sound. And in response, I got a few cheers from the crowd, causing me to let out a hearty laugh.

Vinyl had dipped, showing me what needed to be done, and how to do it. Needless to say, It was easy. And I finished in record time too. Took me five minutes. Now, all I need to do is wait for Vinyl to appear and the party can really start. So, I hopped onto a speaker, putting my face in a hoof, trying to blink away the sudden dreariness I can only couraless to being buzzed, sighing.

Helping Vinyl bring in the speakers and stuff was hard, even more so getting to help her set them upright. But we got it done, all the while the dance floor was clear, all of the dancers taking a break and the like.

I saw Dash a few times. A few. I use that word heavily as per Rainbow was kind of a lightweight. She was stumbling here and there, and I had always found her holding a glass of cider. At least she was enjoying herself.

Ah, there she is. About fucking time too.

Vinyl appeared from the side of the stage, holding in her magic several records. God her smile was devilish as she winked a greeting from behind her shades,

"Dude, great work. You just saved me like ten minutes of prep time."

I joked, "Yeah… Something tells me you ain't using none of that time wisely huh?"

Vinyl shrugged, pulling legitimately out of her ass, another Scratch Pad, a familiar one at that,

"Nope. But you are. You left this at Lyra's the other day. And I heard what you made man. How about you show some of that on stage?"

My eyes widened like saucers as I heard the clear implications in her words. Looking at the gathering crowd, I could only chuckle nervously as Vinyl set up the stand for me,

"Tell me you're joking.."

The DJ threw me a serious look, even moving her shades so that her red eyes were clearly visible. Sighing in defeat when I realized it was hopeless, I nodded, trying my best to shake off the nervousness. Shit. Why was I so calm? Well, nervous, but not as nervous as I should be. I blame it on whatever was in that drink.

So before I start the next portion, might I extrapolate on how gorgeous the DJ palatte was? Oh goodie!

Because of the extension, it was nearly three school tables long, allowing me enough room to coincide with Vinyl, granted, my space was smaller, I had memorized nearly every key and button, making my space, that much bigger.

The Palatte we were in was a dark black, thin rods on the edges matching Vinyls color, light blue. Those rods were on the outside, for the crowd to see. But on the inside, the rods were a dark blue. And nearly everything glowed, casting both Vinyl and I in a multicolor glow.

And that's how we kicked it off.

Vinylicious by The real PON3

Vinyl held her headphones up to ear and started the beat. I smirked, this song. Neon took the beginning of the song in stride and actually smiled, pulling his signature glasses down as Vinyl cried out through the speakers,

Bass?

Cue the show, cue the music, and let the song blast through the air. Lights flashed in sync with the beat as I added signature spots inside the drops. I pulled the headphones over my ears and smiled lengthily, grinning eventually like a maniac as my fur stood on end when Vinyl led up to the bass drop.

From my position beside her, I couldn't help but notice her differently in the literal light. The way she manipulated her instruments, she was like a pale ventriloquist, or a puppeteer, the mere mention of wubs bowed to her sk-,

I'm over exaggerating it aren't I?

Vinyl, scratched her turntables in line and passed off the portion to me, readying for her moment. Laughing to myself at the sheer guts of this mare, time froze as she smiled to the crowd, the lights all trained in sync,

D to the J to the P-O-N-3, And ain't no other pony drop the bass like me, I'm Vinyl~!

Her magic flared to life, blowing everyone away as her table was coated in her aura. She punched several knobs, throwing so many switches at once to tune the sound to her liking. She even smirked, throwing her head back in laughter as several whoops and hollers jeered her on. Neon Lights showing his true mastered skills as the lights changed into small pinpricks and expanded, blinding several of the audience. But with the way they were light on their hooves, they could care less.

This continued, me just standing up there with my little tidbits of sound, and Vinyl blasting everyone away. Even though I was wearing protective earphones… Well earphones nonetheless, I could feel the rhythm and hear the wubs collide against my eardrums.

The lights went crazy, so did everyone on the floor. Hell, I think one guy was trying to pick his brains off of the wall from where the bass had fucked him. But it came to an end quicker than I thought. The song died away with the whole club stomping and cheering like mad.

But did it stop there?

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...ow...ow.. My head… God.. Oh…

I groaned from my stationary position, feeling like a ton of bricks was atop of my chest. Shit… What happened? Better yet… Why did my head hurt so bad? I tried to sit up and stretched, hearing a rolling sound followed by a thump. I sniffed and saw that I had caused a mare to roll off of me. Ah...

Oh yeah… That's right. After I finished one song with Vinyl, I snuck off stage and left her to weave her wubs in peace. My main duty was to try and see if Dash wasn't to wasted. Thankfully she wasn't. And indeedly so, wanted to go back to the hotel.

Little fact. When you drink, there is a slight chance for all of it to come back up later on. In Dash's case, when I helped her into her room, the place wasn't so, Squeaky Clean.

So I trotted back, and found out that Vinyl was done with her showing. When she saw me, she decided and thought it was best to buy me a round of drinks to thank me for helping her out.

One drink turned into two… Two turned into three… Three turned into sharing with everyone… And now here I was with a migraine and Vinyl nowhere to be seen.

Blinking away the dreariness, I could make out that I was in the Club still. Albeit on the stage also. The club was messy and was cleared, devoid of instruments. But what was mildly concerning was the amount of bodies piled everywhere. It looked like someone had come through here and dumped everyone in random spots. Hell, the only normal pony was that huge unicorn. Who currently was cleaning a cup, tsk'ing softly as I stood from the mass of pony bodies,

"I said enjoy your night. Not to mess up mine."

I snorted, wobbling unsteadily on my hooves as I tried to make my way out of the club,

"Oh, shove a sparkler up your ass…"

Humorously enough, I passed by a booth that had a singular dude inside of it, and on top of him were at least ten mares, Sparklers still sparking here and there from their drinks that coated the floor.

I again stumbled out of the club and into the streets of Canterlot, Celestias sun bearing down harshly on me as immediately, several snobbish ponies took notice of my appearance.

I wasn't exactly ready for people to be looking at me. Mane was a mess, my glasses were crooked, and all in all, I was rugged. Not to mention my breath reeked of salt and ass. The ass part being because I forgot of brush… So it was like morning breath.

Fuck your dirty mind.

Gods had I slept that long? On top of a guy no less… Awkward. I looked up back to the morning sun and cringed, hopefully it wasn't what time I think it was. So with a shiver, I drunkenly stumbled away.

Fuck where was the hotel again? Oh yeah, this way… Followed by a left turn… Piss off Fancy Pants… Oh hello Fleur de Lis, I'm Dad…. Ah. There it is.

A familiar squeak later followed by me falling face first onto the floor of the couples retreat, I groaned aloud and propped myself on my elbows. My glasses had been placed with my things, of that I'm certain, so as I looked up, I had to squint from just how bright the room was. Cascaded in a different view… I now noticed that the lining of the walls were a bright pink…. Not a… Color I was a fan of…

But again, For the second time during this damnable trip, Dash never ceased to amaze me. For the humorous effect, she had fallen asleep on the squish bed. But forgot in her stupor that once you give into it, the bed shall never let you go. And so, Dash made the rookie mistake of falling asleep face first, thus causing the whole bed to swallow her up. The only way I knew she was alive was the sound of muffled snoring coming from the spot I could see her. Well, her ass mostly.

Not that I was complaining.

I grumbled as I stood, shaky on my feet… Hooves… Still even after I was far away from the nightclub. Waltzing over to the bathroom to do my duty, I pushed open the door and closed it with a quiet shut.

Turning, I merely sighed in dismay. I should've been surprised. Maybe even shocked. But I was so tired at that moment, that I didn't even care to see Vinyl Scratch half inside the bathtub and half out of it. From a sideways glance at her decrepit from, I could clearly see that her mane was a complete wreck, her glasses were perched on her back, her fur was matted with sweat still, and ever so non ladylike, she snored like she was riding a motorboat across a lake.

Well in this case, the goddamn bathtub.

Pushing her hooves out of the walkway, I merely did my business and walked back out, hearing the DJ slowly awake as I flushed the toilet for good measure.

How did she even get here in the first place? I traversed back into the room and took a spot on the bed, careful not to lean to hard into it. One by one, my eyes slowly blinked, and then unblinked. Peering to my left as Vinyl stumbled out of the bathroom, I watched as she face planted the wall and slid down before simply flipping herself rather lazily onto her back.

She emitted quite the yawn and shook her head, her crimson gaze catching sight of me within seconds,

"Heya there G…"

I yawned in response, albeit too tired to actually form words. Vinyl used her muzzle and inched her way to me, taking a spot next to me laying beside the bed, chuckling at Dash., who in turn was just starting to awake, her legs bucking in surprise.

As Vinyl and I watched her in tired humour, eventually though, it got to the point to where I begged the question,

"So Vinyl."

She snickered, "Yeah?"

"Care to explain as to how you got here?"

Vinyl stated it like it was obvious, "Dash invited me. Gave me a spare key too." For added effect, Vinyl dangled said key in front of me like bait, and her smile turned into a Grinch like grin,

"She has a taste in rooms though bro… But I bet she tas-"

"Vinyl, I have a headache the size of Dash's ego. Fuck with me, I dare you." The irony of how much kink was being passed was sickening. And I was about ready to throw myself off a cliff. Which was pretty close by, I might add.

Vinyl held a hoof to her mouth as yellow and crimson gazes clashed. Eventually, I sighed and laughed aloud as Dash let out a sound as she popped out of the bed and hit the wall with a sickening squish.

She looked like Coyote the Coyote from Looney Toons. The one episode of where he looked like a bullseye marker when he slammed into the cliftside. Hilariously enough, Dash peeled herself off the wall like a suction cup, landing next to Vinyl with a groan,

"Oh… I think I had to much cider…"

Both Vinyl and I sniffed, "Lightweight."

To our surprise, Dash chuckled inwardly, peering at us both from her upside down state,

"Yeah. I know. But its cider. Not Applejacks, but cider nonetheless."

Vinyl cocked her head and tapped her chin raggedly, her voice sounding slurred,

"Oh that's right… Isn't cider season coming up soon?"

Heh… And the introduction of Film Flam no doubt as well. But Dash smiled goofily, righting herself onto her side,

"It is actually.. Man… Now I wish I had some more of that stuff… Maybe later…"

I cackled mischievously, causing both mares to round on me as I remembered the night before,

"Yeah, imma have to revoke that wish. Does anyone even remember what happened yesterday?"

Vinyl looked at Dash and raised her hoof slowly, all the while Rainbow looked down in confusion as her eyes seemed to grow cross.

She ended up shrugging with a smile, "Nope."

Both Vinyl and I threw her a grin, to which Dash's smile faltered,

"I'm… Guessing I did something embarrassing… Right?"

I nodded slowly, A creepy smile crossing my features,

"Rainbow Dash, I didn't know you could sing so well. Under the influence, you sound even better."

"... You're lying."

I snickered at her pale expression, "Oh quite the opposite my dear. Vinyl? Care to help me?"

Said mare would've, but she was on the floor rolling in laughter, tears covering her face as Dash sputtered, a blush gracing her muzzle. All the meanwhile, I struggled too, trying my hardest not to laugh.

"W...what else did I do?"

Stopping myself for a moment to try and recap on what had transpired before I took her back to the hotel, I clicked my tounge and tittered,

"You know a Hoity Toity?"

Dash instantly paled further, Vinyl now intrigued,

"Y-yes? What about him?"

I gestured for both of them to lean closer, to tired to say it aloud,

"Well, you might have accidentally coated him with puke, Dash."

Next thing I know, Vinyl and Dash surprisingly, are roaring with laughter, the former taking it as far to lean on my choking self.

All of this was true amazingly. And I was eyewitness to the act of Dash upchucking all over Sir Hoity.

Exscuse me sir, but could you- HUWAGHHHHHH

Fucking Priceless.

O.o.O.o.O

I feel it's adequate to recite in a SpongeBob narrator voice,

Four Hours, Later.

Dash gasped aloud, her hooves pushing her cheeks out into a puffy state,

"Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh!"

Blinking slowly as I was transported from looking at a record store, to a… Wonderbolt emporium… It was like, a museum dedicated to the group. So everywhere I turned, Spitfire, her friends and the egotistical Dash was to be seen.

It was interesting, to say in the least, the emporium was. Outside, it was a bright orange building, inside, it was a dull blue. Very few windows, but the ceiling was a glass dome, with various pegasi dummies hung on strings with the form of flight on their bodies.

There were many ponies there, most of them the obvious race, and others the surprising Unicorn and occasional Earth Pony. What… Made my heart churn, were the fillies that ran around, laughing and playing in the small outcrop that the Emporium dubbed,

"Flight Training."

It wasn't much really. But it was a park for those who wanted to, and could fly. It was just… Cute… To see friends like that. Differences were obvious as a Pegasus and two unicorns played on the flight park, but they were kids. I doubt they really cared.

I heard Dash come up beside me during my gaze at the young ones,

"You okay there dude?"

Snapping back to reality, I glanced at the Rainbow colored mare,

"Yeah. Just thinking is all."

I watched as one of the younger fillies, a unicorn, jumped from the tallest spot on the playground, and was caught by her father, an earth pony. Just the… Similarities. Everyone admired flight. At least I wasn't alone in that thought. As the young green filly giggled with delight, her dad letting out a similar gesture as they both nuzzled.

Seeing this… Was nice. Dash and I watched from the distance as the adults cared for the young ones. Me being the one to smile faintly,

"I remember the days I wanted to fly."

Dash turned her head abrasively, her eyes trained on me in concern as I continued,

"I got a cardboard box, taped a couple of paper rolls to it, and plastered it on myself. Thought it was the coolest set of wings ever."

Dash giggled aloud, her hoof nudging me gently. She said nothing though, her own features slowly returning to the smallest smile as the adult and his daughter walked away from the park. After they disappeared, she whispered,

"My dad thought that doing things like that were weird. Why make something you can't fly in when the skills to, were at your side…"

She paused in her monologue, "Literally."

My eyebrows slowly raised at her sudden outburst, Dash had a dad?

Oh hush. I've never really noticed until now, that each character in MLP had family. So maybe Dash had a brother. Maybe a sister. Same for Fluttershy. I wonder if her dad was like her… And her mother was a polar opposite. Ha! That would be awesome.

But I inquired,

"So he pushed you?"

Dash snorted, "Nah. He wanted me to learn, but take my time. Mom was different in that idea. She wanted me to learn as fast as I could. So, the normal family time was spent bickering about what we should do, and how it should go."

I chuckled lightly, turning to follow Dash into the Emporiums store, "I can agree with you on that Rainbow. I'm just surprised that you're going sappy on me."

Rainbow craned her head with a sly smirk, "And you had to notice?"

I shrugged, "Hey, if not me, then who else?

We split up for a smidge, both of us admiring different sections of the corner store. I want to say I found some cool stuff, but all I came across were a pair of weird goggles. So I gave up early, eventually going back to the last spot I had seen Dash.

Hearing another familiar gasp, I glanced to my right to find Dash gawking at something. Upon closer inspection, I found this something to be none other than the poster I had back home, hanging up on my bed.

It was the wonderbolt poster, Spitfire in the middle, Fleetfoot and Soarin' at her side. Two others I couldn't name at the time were in the background blasting off again.

I smiled, "Hey I have that one."

Dash gasped even louder, "You do?! Where?!"

I shrugged, "Back home. Found that poster on sale and couldn't pass up the offer."

Dash simply poked me in awe,

"Celestia guide us, You aren't a complete failure."

I frowned, "Thanks Dash. Now you're sounding like my Dad."

Dash looked at me and then the realization hit her, "Oh… Well I mean…"

I gave her a grin to show I was just messing with her, to which Dash sucked in through her teeth and shoved me back, causing a Spitfire Dummy to quiver,

"I hate you sometimes."

I retorted, "Glad we could come to an agreement."

With that aside, and towards the fact that I couldn't look at the music store again, decided to chalk this trip to the emporium and look around. Probably wouldn't hurt I guess. I mean we are going to go see the Derby in a moment. Don't want to go in there without at least a little knowledge.

So as Dash was viewing the rules of the Wonderbolts and how to join, I somehow found myself in the historical section of the pegasus group. The room wasn't that large, but it made up for it with the actual objects inside. The color scheme was that of a Indigo-ish blue and dark orange.

I trotted around the space and looked to and fro, noticing some very choice pieces of the Wonderbolts, some of which, I had no idea about in the first place.

The first piece of history that caught my eye, was gently hung up in its carapiece, the glass protecting it from prying hooves, a suit. Below said suit was the article that generally explained from what point in history it was from and what it pertained to during that time.

This, suit, was the suit that were handed out to the Featherhooves, a pegasi group that I surmised to be the first moments of the Wonderbolts. And back then, I had to guess that they reallyliked to dress accordingly. The suit I was looking at was basically a tux in standards.

I moved on from there and took a moment to gaze at some of the more modern pieces. And apparently Spitfire, the mare I spoke to at The Gala, was the youngest mare in history to make the team, proving for all that all it took was heart, guts and determination.

Cue Sans.

Her team was hoofpicked by her, those two being Fleetfoot and Soarin', her lifelong friends and most trusted colleagues. Not to mention, that after Spitfire was announced to be part of the team, the amount of Pegasi that asked to join, and those who participated in qualifications increased, making the normal applications skyrocket.

Pegasi I tell you. Every single one of them try to out do each other. Case in point history, and Rainbow Dash herself. I simply rolled my eyes as I moved onto the next piece.

But as I had tried doing so, I bumped into somepony. We both met side by side, and me being caught off guard, jumped into the air, the stranger doing the same. After getting my fur to lie flat, I glanced at said stranger and gulped.

Why oh why did it have to be her?

*gasp*

Derp, cliffhanger? Actually. No. I'm just taking an early break. I got Jesus tommorow to worry about XD, My norm release dates are Sundays, but today, I give you dis.

Now, I've bee told, that the story would be better, if it were more kinky. So, I ask of you, how would you feel about the rating of M? And based on from what has been shown,

I tried. But, if you go on fimfiction, I am restarting this story on an M kickoff.

Probably failed too. And don't worry about Nitch. I have many things planned for it.

:3

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Keep on Derping!