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When I came to, I woke up on a large comfy couch, with a cup of water sitting on a table close by. As I drank, I checked my surroundings. The room was dim and pretty old, but it was well taken care of. However, judging by the sounds and vibrations from outside, I realized I was still in Club Wink.
Another pony came in, and I recognized her right away. Her name was Vinyl Scratch, but she usually goes by her stage name DJ-PON3. She gave me a small pamphlet to show me the source of the weird fog that makes the club attendees act weird. They were called Libido Lilacs, rare flowers grown in the Everfree Forest that can make things... interesting for creatures in love. It was later mass-grown to avoid harvesting the plant to extinction and would be used for special occasions such as this. I blushed as this news, but Ms. Scratch just smiled. It was no wonder this place wasn't suited for little foals. She nudged over to the door. I guess she wanted me to follow her, so I did until we made it to the stage where she performed. She went back to mess with the records on the turntable as I watched.
It felt awkward just pacing around on stage while everyone else was moving to the beat. I'm not a four-left-hooves kind of pony, but I'm not much of a good dancer. I stopped behind Ms. Scratch and couldn't resist staring at her butt. Just shaking up and down... left and right... Almost hypnotic movements. She looked behind me and I got my focus back. She moved her head in a way to tell me to come closer to her. As I did as she suggested, and she stepped away for a moment. She tapped on the turntable a few times before I finally got the message; she wanted me to sit on it. I jumped up and sat near the records that were being played. I noticed the smell of the fog again from those lilacs. It was much stronger this time, as if this area was where they sprayed it. I felt so dizzy, so hot, I could feel my penis growing stiff again. Before I said anything, Ms. Scratch opened her mouth around it. Like the others before, she began to suck on it but, even more surprising, she started to bob her head up and down, like she was matching the music. I could feel my penis hitting the back of the throat, but it didn't end there. She kept going closer to my crotch, that it went down her throat. It was becoming better than last time, but I was worried that I might make her choke. I tried to gently push her away, but she just pushed right back. The feeling of my stiffy in her mouth, the fuzzy feeling from the smell of the fog, the loud, deafening music. After all that, something happened inside me and I just couldn't take it anymore.
Without even thinking, I grabbed her head and pulled her as close to me as possible. Then I started humping her face. Nothing else mattered to me at that moment except the feeling of DJ-PON3's throat hugging my penis so much, I could cum inside her. Nothing else matted, not even the party-goers behind me on the show floor. I couldn't even tell if I was crying out in pleasure, but the feeling was so good. All the while, she was messing with the records, making scratchy noises for the crowd to hear. I lost all focus, but I could tell she was skilled at this. That rising urge came back hard in just a few minutes later as I pull her all the way for her nose to touch my underside.
I literally screamed in pleasure, drowned by the deafening blasts of the music around me, as I came in the DJ's mouth. I think it was the hardest I ever came before, but I wasn't to sure. By the time that weird wavy feeling left me, I looked down at her. Some of my cum was coming from her nose like thick milk. Before I tried to apologize, she looked like she was smiling. She looked like she liked it. I would be lying if I said I didn't as well.
I felt myself becoming soft again, but she didn't let me take out my penis just yet. I felt her tongue lapping at me and I soon became hard again, even harder than before. She did what happened before and bobbed her head to the rhythm of the music. Once more, I could feel her throat tightening around me and I came again in her mouth; this time, a lot quicker. My body tensed again before the feeling passed and I was exhausted. She kept my penis in her mouth until I became smaller and gently signaled me to get off the turntables. The moment I did the crowd behind me cheered and stomped from enjoying the show we did. I looked back at her and I saw her lift her shades up, revealing ruby red eyes. She winked at me and nudged her head to the back of the stage. Apparently, she wanted me to wait in the backroom again.
When the club closed and clean up was over, she brought be back to do a a private interview and a "special dance" while it was the two of us on the open dance floor.
Once we couldn't "dance" anymore, we showered and shared the couch in the room together for the night. I asked for her to tell me everything about herself for my paper before going our separate ways. In exchange, I couldn't tell anyone about this club. Just as well; I can't see myself coming back until I'm much older, but I can't deny that it was fun.
I think she may have discovered (or known) I never met the age requirement to even be in here, but she didn't tell anycreature.
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