Microphone

by TheWraithWriter

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, Octavia, Fetish, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, DJ P0N-3
Length: 2219

Octavia gives a microphone a blowjob.

Octavia gives a microphone a blowjob.

Tangentially related to The Lateness of the Hour and OH GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE?

Newly edited!

Preliminary editing by Curify. Other editing done by BloodyLastWords.

Published 2018-04-01 07:30:07 UTC
Last updated 2018-04-01 07:30:07 UTC

BlowJob

"FUCK!"

The tranquil morning silence was broken by a loud and sudden shout. Birds scatted, glass shattered, and the sleep of one erotically dreaming disk jockey was quite rudely disturbed.

One moment, Vinyl Scratch had her legs around Spitfire's head, all but smothering the Wonderbolt Captain in her cunt, and the next, she was back in the world of the living, hot and sweaty from a pony that wasn't there. Her eyes shot open and she jumped out of bed. Or she tried to, at least. Her legs quickly became entangled in her bed sheets and her subsequent struggles only served to further her entrapment. As Vinyl fought against the cotton and polyester blend cocooning her, she felt herself tipping over. Vinyl let out a yelp as she rolled off her bed and hit the floor like a sack of potatoes.

Vinyl laid there for a moment, still wrapped up in her blankets, her back against the floor and her ass above her head. She was contemplating where this morning ranked on her worst morning's list. Well, for one thing she wasn't on fire.

A clear drop of mare honey, a remnant of her nighttime fantasy, dripped from her pussy to land squarely on her nose. Vinyl wrinkled her nose and sneezed. And almost like magic, her sheet-turned-net unraveled itself, leaving her to flop over onto her side like a dead fish.

Vinyl wiped her nose and snorted. What in the ever-loving heck was that noise? It almost sounded like-

"Fuck!"

Octavia.

Slowly, Vinyl got to her hooves. She stretched, working the kinks out of her back with a decidedly cat-like motion. She yawned and glanced out the window. The horizon was pink, but the sun had yet to rise over Ponyville. Vinyl trotted forward, pushing aside piles of dirty clothes and empty wrappers. She quickly found her desk, in spite of the predawn dimness. On it, at the very back, just far enough that to touch it she would have to walk all the way around the desk, sat Vinyl's alarm clock.

The little display read six thirty-seven.

Six thirty-seven in the fucking morning.

Full of indignation, Vinyl quickly carved a path through the clutter of her room to the door. It was a quick and simple matter of undoing the three deadbolts, two clasp locks, and door chain that kept her door secure during the night. Call her paranoid, but Vinyl had been down enough scalie throats to be a little cautious.

The hallway lacked windows and was far darker than Vinyl's room. The Unicorn shook her head and made her way down the hall to Octavia's room. When she was about halfway there, she heard a wordless growl emanate from beyond the closed door. Vinyl paused for a moment. Had Octavia's previous cries been that of fury or enjoyment. The last thing Vinyl needed was to walk in on Octavia and some big pony-eating monster again.

That might just bump this up to her second worst morning on record.

Shaking her head, Vinyl pushed on. Early morning fuck or no, Vinyl had a right to her rest. If Octavia wanted to slip around the guts of a... a... a fucking Minotaur, she was going to have to do so quietly.

Vinyl soon reached to door. She held up a hoof to knock, the polite thing to do, but hesitated. Why should she be polite? Why shouldn't she just burst in?

Because I might see some fucked up shit and get fucking eaten again, that's fucking why!

Snorting, Vinyl knocked five times in rhythm.

"Shave and a hair-cut," she muttered under her breath.

The door flew open, revealing a quite miffed looking Octavia. One who clearly had yet to shower or comb her mane. "What?" the cellist growled.

"Two bits," Vinyl finished, feeling annoyed Octavia hadn't played along.

"What?" Octavia said, her tone more confused than angry now.

"It's a- nevermind," Vinyl shook her head. "You woke me up."

"Oh," Octavia deflated a little. "Sorry."

"What's going on it there?" Vinyl asked, trying to maneuver her head to see past Octavia.

Octavia sighed and turned around, trotting back into her room. After a moment, Vinyl followed her.

Octavia's room was bigger than Vinyl's. It was her house, technically. And technically, Vinyl was just renting a room there. So if Octavia wanted the master bed, Octavia got the master bed. The room was also significantly cleaner than Vinyl's was, not a single chip bag or sock left laying on the floor. It was also fairly sparse, the only furniture being a dresser against the far wall and Octavia's queen-sized bed.

On the bed lay Octavia's cello. Octavia trotted over to it and rested a hoof on the bed beside it.

"A few of my strings broke," Octavia explained, nodding to the snapped lengths metal. "I was rather... upset when it happened."

Vinyl nodded. She be pretty mad if something happened to her mixer or her music equipment.

"I was gonna head down to the shop later anyway. You can come with and we'll get 'em fixed."

Octavia frowned. "Vinyl, I can't do that."

"And you can't do that because...?"

Octavia ground her teeth for a moment. "Because I don't have the money, Vinyl."

Vinyl raised an eyebrow. "You don't? Since when are you the one with no money?"

Octavia sighed. "I... I made a few ill-informed investment decisions."

Vinyl smirked. "You went gambling with Lyra again, didn't you."

"Yes, and she assured me that hitting when I had twelve and the dealer had fifteen was a guaranteed win."

Vinyl chuckled and shook her head. "How many times do you have to lose before you remember that Lyra is a shitty gambler? Anyway, I can just give you the money."

It was Octavia's turn to raise an eyebrow. "You have money? You, Vinyl Scratch, have... eh, scratch?"

Vinyl grinned smugly. "The club hit some sort of bench mark or whatever and they gave me a bonus. I was going to spend it on drugs and hoes, but I guess I could give it to you."

"Lend," Octavia said.

"Huh?"

"You could lend me the money, Vinyl. I'm not going to just take your money,"

"You never had a problem taking it before,"

Octavia sighed. "That was you paying rent, Vinyl. This is different. It doesn't feel right."

Vinyl snorted. "How so?"

"Vinyl, I've grown accustomed to earning what I have. I-"

Vinyl had a sneaking suspicion that Octavia was about to go on another of her rants. Seeing an opportunity to cut it short, Vinyl jumped.

"Then earn it from me," she said quickly.

Octavia simply looked at Vinyl for a moment before speaking. "And how do you expect me to earn it from you, Vinyl?"

Eat my box.

"Wash my car," Vinyl blurted out.

Octavia shot her a glare. "You don't have a car."

"Then build me a car and then wash it,"

"Vinyl, I-" Octavia blew out a frustrated breath. "If you're not serious about this, then kindly fu-"

"Wait, wait, let me think of something," Vinyl hurriedly glanced around the room. Unfortunately, Octavia's rather empty bedroom didn't offer much in the way of inspiration. In fact, the only thing really of note there was a lone microphone sitting in a stand.

Hmm...

"Hey, Octy," Vinyl said, slowly looking from the piece of technical equipment to the cellist. "You've given someone a blowjob before, right?"

Octavia's face scrunched up. "Vinyl, how does that even remotely pertain to-?"

"Just answer the question."

Octavia sighed, a blush slowly blooming on her face. "If you must know. Yes, I have preformed fellatio before."

Vinyl bobbed her head. "Great, then this should be easy." She pointed a hoof. "Give that mike a BJ."

Octavia eyebrows shot up into her mane. "What?"

"Go wrap your posh lips around that microphone and start sucking."

"But- I don't-" Octavia stuttered. "For fuck's sake, why?"

Vinyl shrugged. "I've never seen anyone shove a microphone in their mouth and treat it like a lollipop before. And now I want to. Of course," Vinyl leaned in and grinned nastily. "You could always just take the money."

Octavia bit her lip, clearly fighting some kind of internal battle. After a minute, she hung her head and sighed. "Alright," she peeked up through her mane at Vinyl. "I'll do it."

"Ha, I knew you woul- Wait, seriously?"

Octavia nodded. "If that's really what you want me to do, Vinyl..." Octavia was silent for a moment, almost like she was hoping Vinyl would tell her to do something else.

Vinyl remained quiet. Octavia... wasn't actually going to give a microphone a blowjob for money.

Was she?

"I just have one question," Octavia licked her lips. "How am I supposed to know when I'm done?"

Vinyl chewed her lip a moment before answering. "I'll let you know when you're done."

Octavia merely nodded and slowly made her way over to the mike-stand. She reached up and adjusted it so the microphone was at mouth level. Octavia looked over her shoulder at Vinyl, an almost pleading look in her eyes. A part of Vinyl wanted to laugh and tell Octavia to go do laundry or something. The rest of her wanted to see where this went.

Octavia sighed and faced the microphone. Slowly, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to the bulbous, pocketed head of the device. Vinyl scooted forward, watching as Octavia tongue slipped forward and licked over the head, leaving a wet trail of saliva. Octavia leaned back, taking a deep breath before diving forward and engulfing the head of the mike in her mouth.

Vinyl's breath caught in her throat. This was happening. Right in front of her eyes, this was happening.

Octavia turned her head to the left and then to the right. Her jaw worked as she undulated her tongue under the curve of the mic head. She began bobbing her head, making the stand squeak as the joint was forced to move up and down. She pulled back, the head pulling free of her lips with a wet pop. She leaned farther forward, rubbing a hoof over the head while she dragged her tongue along the side.

Vinyl swallowed past the lump in her throat, her fore-hoof going to her groin almost of its own accord. She started rubbing, slowly at first, eyes flicking between Octavia's head and her subtly bouncing ass. Her pace soon picked up as warm juices coated her hoof.

Octavia reached the base of the microphone, where the cable dangled. She stretched out her tongue to snag the cable and bring it into her mouth for nibbles.

Vinyl sat on her haunches and leaned back against Octavia's bed. Her left hoof stayed where it was between her legs while her right went into her mouth, to stifle her moans.

Octavia let the cord slip from her teeth. She grinned, sexy and predator-like. She kissed her way up the side of the mike, ending with a big wet smooth on its round head. She gave it a few more licks before again wrapping her lips around it. She moved down, taking the head further and further into her maw. She had to stretch her jaws open wide just to make it fit, drool flowing freely from the corners of her mouth.

Vinyl bit down on her hoof. Not in some kind of fucked up masochism way, but merely in reaction to hitting a particularly sensitive spot. Moans, too muffled to be heard by a distracted cellist, slipped by her hoof as Vinyl jilled herself silly. She watched as Octavia took the head right to the back of her throat. For a brief, gloriously insane moment, Vinyl thought Octavia might actually swallow it.

Alas, Octavia backed off after a moment of teasing, a dozen or so strings of spit still connecting her lips to the now glistening device.

"Okay Vinyl, hows-?" Octavia said as she turned around. She stopped in her tracks as she saw what Vinyl was doing.

Their eyes met.

Vinyl came hard, hot, and wet. A loud, muffled groan escaped her, eyes rolling back in her head as she drenched her hoof and the floor below in warm mare-cum. Vinyl's hoof fell from her mouth as she sagged back against the bed, her bones suddenly turning to jelly. She gasped for breath, eyes slowly coming back into focus as she detected someone approaching.

Octavia's face came into view, her expression flat.

"H-h-hey there, Octy," Vinyl stuttered out, little sparks of pleasure still going off in her head.

Octavia smiled broadly. "Hey,"

Octavia, with calm and gentle movements, reached down and took Vinyl's head in her hooves. She then twisted Vinyl's head suddenly and violently, snapping her neck with a wet crunch.

Vinyl wouldn't, and indeed couldn't, tell anyone, but she came again.

Vinyl Scratch bolted upright.

Her hooves flew to her neck, happily finding it to be unbroken. Sighing, Vinyl laid back down. She shifted her legs, feeling a distinct wetness there. Sighing, she slipped a hoof down between her thighs and tried to remember how the dream went.

Author's Note

WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO LAST NIGHT?

~~I have not edited this and indeed refuse to do so.~~
Changed my mind, kid.