"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."

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'?"

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