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.

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:

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