"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.]