Background Pony #8633

I'm not much of a writer, so expect cheesiness.Pacific Glow felt herself get exhausted. Never would she have thought she'd get to party with the Vinyl Scratch, on the floor!She nodded Vinyl to the side."Yo, what's up? Getting weak already?" Vinyl asked."Heh… I guess so… How about you?""No sweat, same here. Was aiming for a break myself.""You know, we could keep going — it'd be a shame to let the flow go to waste."Vinyl peered over her shades. "Not the model citizen, eh?"Pacific flashed her a huge grin, and pulled out a little bag."C'mon, just one."Vinyl smiled. "Never said 'no'."They each cradled a pill on their tongue and proceeded to swallow."Well, what are we waiting for?!"Soon it all overwhelmed the two. The beat, the noise, the lights, the colours, the sound, the smell of sweat and musk of all the ravers around them.Pacific started grinding her plot against the first body she hit. She'd stopped caring about her movements long since, and amidst the torrent of sensations she faintly noticed, somewhere tucked in the farthest reaches of her mind, that Vinyl did so, too.A lump between her legs. A stallion. And he was quickly unsheathing."Mmmffffuck… Go ahead…"She kept grinding against him, her tail flailing about to try and invite him to finally DO SOMETHING!!"Fffuck me! ANYONE!"Vinyl was already getting spitroasted, lavishly servicing some raver's cock. That filly didn't waste any time. But finally, it was her turn. If anyone around the club gave her second notice, her mind was too preoccupied to care. Her stallion began pounding her in time with the beat, driving her trembling body into the dancefloor as lights kept flashing around them all. Her nose picked up another trace of musk — another cock right in front of her. Clearly she had to taste it."Mmfff… Moar…!"Her moans grew into loud, high pitched shrieks around the shaft in her mouth, desperately sucking it off like a champ. She needed his semen, on a deeply emotional level, and she needed it right now.Finally, they came, pumping even their rich load in time with the music — the warmth caused her to shudder, nearly losing her strength as she struggled to keep her legs rigid. And the taste! Nothing could have prepared her for the sheer succulence of her partner's cum on her tongue. Greedily, she gulped it as fast as she could. A shame she couldn't savour it for longer, but it was irresistible to her.Soon she and Vinyl began engaging in a sort of race — it didn't matter who, as long as they managed to get more of that sticky, salty goodness into their bodies. 'Sort of', because, honestly, who bothered to keep track when the attention was better applied milking semen out of big, fat, hard dicks?Hours later, the two mares laid on the dancefloor in a tight embrace, sticking together in places, with big blotches of dried cum in their coats and manes in others, surrounded by used condoms and covered in all sorts of derogatory writing, some smudged from the sheer excess that had transpired. Not that they terribly minded. Pacific lifted a week hoof and felt around her abdomen. She can't seem to recall what exactly happened, but she felt warm, full, and thoroughly exhausted.She shot Vinyl a little smile. "Best rave ever! You up for next week again?"