Sunlight shone mercilessly through the open blinds onto the sleeping couple. It seeped through their eyes, invading their dreamless sleep. Though they struggled and turned away, the damage was done.

Button blinked, eyes adjusting too slowly to the bright morning. He wasn't in his dorm. The blankets were far too soft and the walls were covered in actual tasteful decor rather than his tacky posters. It smelled cleaner too.

Right. Sweetie's place. She lived closer and neither of them had much energy to spare after...

He sighed as a number of blurry memories flowed back into his mind. He likely wouldn't have believed them had they not been accompanied by dull aches in equal measure. Speaking of aches, the mare clutching his side groaned out her own complaints at the remnants of last night.

"Morning," he croaked out, throat a little dryer than he realized.

Sweetie Belle just squinted up at him and ran a hand through her mane. "Eugh," she muttered at the sensation.

She wasn't really dirty. Neither of them were. This was just another consequence from one of Vinyl's spells. She could make them all presentable for a ride home and a night's sleep. They'd just wake up feeling filthy. A handy trick for certain lifestyles.

"Shower?" Button asked.

Sweetie frowned. "I'd have to get up for that, wouldn't I?"

"Unless you want me to carry you."

"Later," she mumbled, retreating deeper under the covers.

The stallion drew her in closer and stared back at the ceiling. If he tried, he could probably go back to sleep. But for all he knew it was already midday. He glanced at the table beside the bed at his phone but he didn't dare check the time.

"Hey wait," he said. "We didn't get our picture."

The mare lifted her head and furrowed her brow. "Didn't we? I feel like I remember taking one."

"Well she didn't give it to me if we did."

"Shoot."

The bummer of that missed opportunity woke them up a little. They admittedly got a little more out of that meet and greet than they expected even if it was the norm for Vinyl. The memories of that night were worth more than a corny picture, surely.

Sweetie, the slightly more responsible adult, opted to check the time to see just how much of the day they wasted in bed. Surprisingly, it was a perfectly reasonable hour to sleep-in. More surprisingly, she found a message from an unknown number.

"You guys get home alright?" she read aloud.

"Huh?"

"I got a text. Is this your mom's number?"

He squinted at the screen. "No. And she doesn't check on me like that every night."

"I don't think I believe that," Sweetie joked. "Should I answer?"

"If you want. Don't give them a credit card though."

"Who is this?" Sweetie answered after shooting Button a flat look.

A response came almost immediately. Whoever it was, they were already on the phone. "Nopony ever saves my number. This is Sweetie or Button, right?"

The unicorn's eyes widened, as did the stallion's looking over her shoulder.

"Vinyl?!"

"Yo. I'm gettin a goodie bag ready for you guys but I wanted to send you these first. Came out pretty well if you ask me."

A couple images started downloading in the chat while Sweetie's jaw hung open.

"She's texting us?" Button asked. "You have Vinyl Scratch's number and she's texting us?"

"I- I guess I gave her mine before we left?"

The images finally loaded and revealed a familiar green room with Vinyl's arms around the two of them smiling ear to ear. Luckily this was after they'd gotten dressed so they could share this memento with family.

"I barely remember this," Button said, scratching his head.

"Same."

In the next one, they all sported a pair of shiny purple shades. Vinyl threw up a pair of horns while her guests tried to copy her cocksure grin.

"Those are in my bag," Sweetie assured Button. "That much I remember."

In the last picture, Sweetie and Button pushed their glasses to their heads and planted their lips on either of Vinyl's cheeks. The DJ somehow managed to grin harder.

"Send me those," Button said with urgency like they'd somehow disappear. "Please."

"Thank you so much!" Sweetie replied "This is the coolest!"

"Got the autographed copies coming your way too if you care about that. But before that, is anypony else there with you?"

Sweetie frowned. "Button's here. Why?"

"Sweet. Hang tight for a sec. And make sure nopony else comes in for now. You can share them later if you really want." She finished off with a winky face.

The couple watched the chat intently for some time, though nothing appeared.

"W-what's she doing?" the mare asked.

"Maybe she fell asleep?" Button offered. "Even she's gotta be tired after all that."

"I'm honestly not sure about that."

Her phone finally chirped again. Vinyl was trying to send them an album. A sizable one at that. Sweetie quickly accepted and opened the first of the new photos.

Neither Button nor Sweetie had moved since the last one, though they seemed to have lost their shirts.

Also they were no longer kissing Vinyl's face.

Memories flooded back into their minds at the sight. Memories of slobbering over Vinyl's erect blue dick a number of times last night. And so much more.

Sweetie wordlessly swiped her finger to the next image, this one a closeup of the DJ's absurd bust with the slightest hint of Button's brown tip poking out of her cleavage. Vinyl appeared to be mid-laugh and Button mid-orgasm.

The stallion's grip around his girlfriend tensed. She swiped again.

The next was a full shot of Sweetie, legs spread around Vinyl's hips with only a sliver of her cerulean cock visible between them. Sweetie's face was contorted in pleasure while Button latched onto her neck from behind and groped her with reckless abandon.

Not unlike the reckless abandon with which Button's hand was currently absently creeping under her shirt. Neither took much notice as they continued through the album.

This one was a side profile of Sweetie's ass sitting atop Vinyl's face, the DJ's hands digging into her like she was holding an overstuffed sandwich. If memory served, Button was somewhere out of the shot hilted inside of the DJ. The following photo confirmed that.

Sweetie hid her mouth behind her hand. Button's breath grew heavy and hot upon her shoulder. They pushed on.

Vinyl made sure to return the favor. The next had Vinyl behind Button, hips flush against his ass while she pressed his head between his girlfriend's legs. Then she had him on his back, forcing out another of his loads on her chest while she added to the bulge in his gut.

Sweetie swiped and swiped, watching both herself and her boyfriend grow more exhausted with each passing image. Their reciprocation grew less frequent until their bodies hardly moved between shots. Vinyl merely alternated between them with the growing puddles and stains on their coats as the only indications that time was passing.

Finally, Vinyl set them on their backs and lay down between them. With a comatose fan in each arm, she shot the camera a pair of finger guns to finish off the album.

"Hope those are enough souvenirs for you two," came the next text. "I had a blast."

Sweetie's mind wasn't in much of a shape to respond just yet. Luckily years of texting instilled some instinct in her fingers to type "omg".

"Text me if I'm ever performing in your area again. I'll hook you up. And we can hang out again if you're up for it."

The suggestion that they might reenact all those photos in the future caused both of their hearts to skip a beat only to resume pounding shortly after.

"We will! Thank you again!"

Vinyl's thumbs up emote wrapped up the conversation nicely and let Sweetie set her phone down.

Words continued to evade the couple while they processed the now photographic evidence of their tryst with a famous celebrity. Horniness, however, did not. The stallion's hands had already pushed aside Sweetie's clothes and she made no attempt to stop him.

"We already did so much," she breathed, not quite protesting.

"Mhm," Button agreed, nose digging into her mane.

She twisted in his grip to face him. "I'm still sore. And I'm a mess."

He rolled onto her, gently pinning her hands next to her head. "Me too."

"So why are we still like this?" Sweetie sighed, face expressing none of the frustration in her voice.

Button didn't bother shrugging, too busy nipping at her neck. "Maybe she rubbed off on us."

Sweetie squirmed as Button teased her, her fingers curling around his hands.

"Or maybe I'm finally taking the hints you keep dropping," he said in a low growl.

The mare's eyes widened briefly, then narrowed as her magic pulled on his boxers. "Once, okay? I still feel gross."

Button didn't answer and Sweetie wasn't so sure of that assertion herself. In the back of her mind she felt some inkling of embarrassment. As much as Vinyl may have enabled them, in the end it was her and Button that initiated all of this. That started the conversation about what she did or didn't have in her pants. That started making out around her cock without even a word. That scoured the internet for those videos in the first place.

Blood rushed to Sweetie's face, shame accenting her lust quite nicely.

"We're so weird."

"Oh and send me some links if you wanna get serious with singing. I can't just hand you anything but I can get you in touch with the right ponies."

Vinyl returned from her shower and frowned at her last message. She wasn't looking for crazy gratitude or anything but that was a strange place to leave her on read.

"Either passed out or they're fuckin' again," she thought aloud. "Probably fuckin'."

Vinyl's mind conjured some images from that absent thought and, before she knew it, the towel around her waist was ripped from her hips and draped over her erection. She looked down and frowned again.

"I should've brought them home with me," she muttered.

Always end your chapters with an erection.