damynorb - Firing up the Vinyl (unfinished)

"You ready for the party tomorrow Vinyl?"

"You betcha Spitty, I just got some wubtastic new speakers for the stage. They're like 50 times better than these old things!"

>Vinyl lightly kicks one of the small dusty speakers sitting on the stage of the school hall. It was badly worn, chips and scratches covering the top and sides.

“Where are they? Can I see 'em Scratch?”

“Sure ya can Spitty!”

>Spitfire follows Vinyl towards the back of the stage.
>Behind the curtain, 2 large speakers sit, brand new and with some of the packaging still attached.

“Now those are some wubtastic speakers Scratch!”

“I know right?!”

>Vinyl grabs a box from behind the speaker and opens it.
>She pulls out some wires and places them on top of the speaker.
>She pulls off the packaging on the speaker, then pulls off the packaging on the other speaker.
>She gets behind the speaker and pushes it across the floor, towards the centre of the stage.

“Spitty, bring that other speaker over will ya?”

>Spitfire gets behind the other speaker and pushes it across the floor with ease, not even straining with the effort.

“Thanks Spitty, check this out!”

>Vinyl grabs the wires and plugs them into the speakers.
>She walks over to her turntables, plugs in the wires and turns them on.
>She fiddles with a few knobs and switches, then loud dubstep like music blasts from the speakers, making the whole stage shake and vibrate.
>Vinyl darts over to one of the speakers and straddles it.

"Whoo! Come over here and try this Spitty! It feels awesome!"

"I bet that's the best sex toy you've ever tried Scratch!"

>Spitfire laughs and jumps up onto adjacent speaker.
>The vibrations hit her instantly, travelling through her legs and up the base of her spine.
>The vibrations reach her pussy, sending shock waves of pleasure through her body.
>She nearly doubles over from pleasure, and stifles a moan.
>Next to her, the DJ laughs and rocks wildly on her vibrating throne.

>Spitfire feels a hint of wetness on her panties.
>Celestia walks in.
>Like a boss.
>Spitfire leaps off the speaker faster than Dash getting wet on a coach.

"Is everything ready for tomorrow night girls?"

"Yes ma'am, just testing the speaker's ready for tomorrow."

>A little smile played across Celestia's lips. She may have been the principal, but she didn't mind a bit of silly antics.

"Good, if there's any problems, please don't hesitate to tell me or vice principal Luna."

>Scratch and Spitfire answer at the same time, and resume their task of 'testing the equipment'.

"Ya know, this speaker could get me moist any time!"

“I bet the new speakers could make you cum in seconds Scratch.”

>Vinyl laughs and pretends to moan as if riding a vibrator.
>Vinyl and Spitfire always made lewd jokes like this. They'd done it ever since they met.
>Best friend's since the beginning, they'd had some crazy little adventures together.

"Hey Spitty, this reminds me of the time I bought that dildo for your birthday, hehehe."

"That wasn't even funny then, my parents found it and questioned me all night!"

"That made it even funnier! Haha, we did have a fun time with it though."

>Vinyl winks at Spitfire and grins seductively.

"We were drunk at the time though Vinyl, I didn't know what I was getting myself into!"

"You certainly weren't complaining about it hahaha!"

>Spitfire gave Vinyl the moodiest glare she could muster, which wasn't a very big one since she could never get mad at her for playing around.
>It's what made them such good friends in the first place.

"Well I'm gotta go, I've got noobs to train, slow noobs."

"That snails fella again?"

"Yep. I swear he gets slower everyday. Just yesterday I caught him putting his shoes on the wrong feet."

"Hehe, he's always been retarded like that. I'll see ya later then, or tomorrow."

"Will do, see ya Scratch!"

"Later Spitty!"

>Spitfire stood on the field in front of the class, her hair tousled and her brilliant gold skin covered in a thin film of sweat.

"Alright you lot, get moving! Snips! Snails! Move it!

>The dumb pair bolt upright and run to to join the rest of the line, stumbling and falling over each other in the process.

"Nice going Snails!"

"You made me trip!"

"ENOUGH! Move! Now!"

>Everyone jumps at the sound of their trainers voice.
>Spitfire closes her eyes and rubs her temples.
>Only half an hour left, she thought, relishing the feeling of going home to relax.

"Alright. I want you to get into pairs, attacking players on the left, defending players on the right. Attackers need to try and get past the defenders.
Defenders need to stop them from getting past. Is that clear?!"

>A resounding yes went through the ranks, as they all got into position.
>Nearly done Spitfire, nearly done, she thought.

>The bell rings out across the field, signalling the end of the school day.
>Immediately the class runs to the changing rooms, thought's of getting home for relaxation flooding their minds.
>Spitfire was just happy to be rid of those lot.
>She walks towards the changing rooms, glad to see everyone had already gone.
>Well, almost everyone.
>Snips and Snails walk towards the doors.
>They avoid her gaze, nervous about making her mad again.

"After you Snails."

>Snails turns to Snips, a vacant look plastered across his face.

“After I what?”

“Move you morons! Chop chop!”

>The pair jump at the sound of Spitfire's voice and dash out the door, running for their lives down the corridor.
>Spitfire sighs and walks to her locker.
> After fiddling with knob the locker pops open, and she grabs her bag and towel.
>She strips off and jumps into one of the showers, the hot water washing away her daily troubles.
>She opens up her shower gel and squeezes some onto her hand.

>She massages the gel into her chest, rubbing her moist breasts and squeezing out the stress of the day from her muscles.
>She rubs her arms with gel, cleaning away the sweat and grime from the days trials.
>Her phone buzzes, snapping her out of her calming trance.
>She turns the shower off and grabs her towel.
>She walks over to her phone and picks it up, holding the towel over her slender, toned, athletic body with her other hand.
>The message is from vinyl.
>"Hey Spitty, meet me at the hall when you're done, got something awesome to show ya!"
>She puts her phone down and jumps back into the shower, washing the soap and bubbles off her body and grabs her towel.
>She dries herself off and wraps her flowing fiery hair in the towel.
>Carefully, she reaches over and grabs her clothes from the rack, and pads into the changing room.
>She straps on her bra, pulls her T-shirt over her head and quickly pulls on her thin panties and worn out, faded jeans.
>Spitfire grabs her bag and strolls out of the changing rooms, and makes her way to the main hall, curious as to what Vinyl had to show her.
>She navigates the corridors expertly, turning left, then right.
>She arrives at the main hall and pushes the heavy doors open with ease.

"Surprise!"

>Spitfire stares in amazement at the wondrous sight before her.
>6 huge, brand new speakers were lined up on the stage, plugged in and ready to go.