In The Beginning.

Octavia Philharmonica happily trotted down the side-walk, her light grey tail bouncing back and forth, her newly manicured hooves clopped against the stone path. She was very happy because today was the first day at The Venue. She was hired to perform a cello piece there after all the time and effort of making a good first appearance to the fellow ponies who owned it. They almost hired her on the spot, but wanted to seem somewhat professional and let Octavia wait a whole mind-racing week.

But... The Venue. Thee Venue. The most popular hall in all of Canterlot. And she was playing there!

Octavia jumped in glee as she thought about how many ponies would show up. It was smack-centre in the middle of Canterlot, just a little ways near where the royal palace was. She knew the hall would be booming with new, excited faces, horny and pleading Octavia to encore once the show was done. That large population in Canterlot of all the posh ponies were about three times population of all of Ponyville. Just the thought of it made the grey mare break into a galloping sprint.

Her blood bumped quickly through her veins, as adrenaline took over her legs, pushing them faster and faster. A couple unfamiliar ponies passed her by, gawking at her insolence. Octavia just waved happily and informed them about the show happening shortly at The Venue. Neither pony looked thrilled to be shouted at, but Octavia couldn't care less. She just happily sprinted on.

Octavia was so excited that she didn't see the purple mare lurking out of the shadows and onto the side-walk. When Octavia saw the pony, she quickly side-stepped out of her path before bumping into her. “Sorry miss!” She exclaimed, continuing on her way.

When Octavia finally got to The Venue, she made a beeline to the back entrance. Her manager, Mr. Fine Letters, used his magic to fix a strand of stray hair that strung carelessly over Octavia's face. Octavia paused and shot him a cautious look.

“Sorry, Miss Philharmonica, but I would recommend you make a good first impression.” Fine shot her an apologetic smile.

“Don't worry about it,” She nudged his dark brown mane with a hoof.

Fine cleared his throat and fixed his own hair with his magic, “Well, you're certainly happy about this. You seem different than the little Philharmonica filly I first met,” He smiled sweetly.

Fine Letters lead Octavia to a sketchy room in the back, it wasn't the cleanest, and usually she would be complaining about it, but Octavia didn't care tonight. She made a warning tone when she noticed Fine trying to clear some things out of the way.

“Here you are, Miss Philharmonica, your room.” Fine presented it to her by flicking on the lights with his magic.

“Please, for the last time Fine just call me Tavi,” She rolled her eyes and smiled at the sight of the room, “It's perfect.”

Fine snorted and then quickly silenced himself when the cellist shot him another look with those piercing pale purple eyes.

“Well, just tidy up yourself. Your equipment was already set up, so don't worry about that, alright? Just drink some water and fix your... whatever you need fixing up.” He nodded once and backed out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Once she was alone, she took advantage of the giant mirror that lay rested against a dresser. Octavia steadied herself on her hind hooves and checked herself out every which way she could, admiring how she looked. She patted her belly which was full from a big meal that was treated by Venue Banks, the owner of the hall. She smiled to herself and used her hooves to tousle her mane a bit, adding a little more volume to the matted down hair. And finally she tightened up her signature pink bow tie onto her neck until it was just the way she liked it.

She looked great, after all, and she knew that nopony could ever make her change her mind about that. She was exactly that type of pony, nothing could phase her.

Octavia fell back on all fours and started her before-show workout which consisted of a few tens of push-ups and leg stretches. She glanced once more in the mirror and flashed herself a smile. As confidence almost engulfed her and turned her into an ego freak, she opened the door with her hooves and made her way out.

She was more than ready for this night.

She wasted no time and galloped up the stairs to reach her stage. It was a wide stage with dark red curtain that hid it from the hall. The floor was made entirely out of wood except for the carpeted area that lay under the cello and stool, probably to make sure the instrument stand didn't scratch their hardwood floors.

Octavia walked up to her instrument and stroked the wine wooden neck, feeling the grooves and lightly polished surface of her beloved companion. She moved the stool away, certain she wouldn't need it, and then waited patiently and tuned her already perfectly tuned cello. She looked over at Fine and noticed he was staring at her... it was a little concerning, but once he nodded she knew he was only waiting for a sign to ask the stage manager to open the curtains.

Suddenly a large pony walked up to Octavi and leaned in.

“The hall is almost full. Once it's completely filled we'll give you the signal and then we'll open the curtains.” He whispered.

“Thank you,” Octavia smiled and watched the pony trot away with silent hooves to the edge of the stage.

Octavia closed her eyes, listening to the sound of hooves clopping lightly on the carpeted floors she imagined were on the other side of the thick curtain. It felt like only minutes have passed, but when she glanced up at the large digital clock on the far left of the stage, a half hour had gone by. Octavia looked over at the right stage as she heard the stallion from before clear his throat. He nodded and she nodded back, watching as he pressed a button with his hoof which activated the pulley. The curtains split down the centre and parted, relieving a light purple light that shone onto the stage as a spot. Octavia almost gasped when she saw just how many ponies have come by.

Hundreds of ponies were there, some standing up at the back seeing as every seat in the hall was taken. Octavia felt overwhelming joy as she heard hooves clopping together, obviously also excited to be there. Octavia closed her eyes once the noise settled down, which was her queue to start playing.

Octavia lifted the bow with her hoof, placing is slowly on the single string that started the piece, and then adjusted her hoof to the right pitch. She took a calming breath and let it out, pulling the bow slowly across the string and creating a low pitch. She played the J.S. Bach piece in G major, which was one of her favourites.

As Octavia played, she swayed with the pace of the song, her legs pushed against the instrument to steady it. The notes she played were all rippling through her body. Although her mind was in outer space, she could hear every pony breathing, every pony enjoying what she can play. She felt as though she could take on the world.

Though nopony in the audience heard it, Octavia even let out a low moan, feeling the vibrations run up her legs and enter her body at every angle possible.

The crowd was swaying mindlessly to the music. Octavia wasn't paying attention to them though, she just closed her eyes and panted slightly, feeling a heat rise up between her thighs. She tried to cross her back legs to relieve herself of the painfully pleasant sensation, but she just couldn't. She wanted to touch herself so badly, but realized that wasn't the best option. She forced her focus back on her music and continued with the show, constantly rubbing her legs together.

When a good hour or two passed, Octavia quickly rushed into her dressing room after receiving a warming and hyperactive applause from the crowd. Octavia could still hear their cheering as she locked the door with her teeth and got up on her back hooves, slamming her back against the dresser. Her bow tie fell off in the process but she could care less. She had to deal with this unbearable and harsh reality.

She ran a hoof down her stomach and reach the top of her sex. She paused and bit her lip, lowering her hoof ever so slightly. The cold of her hoof shot lightning up her body from her sensitive area and her breathing hitched. She stroked her clit with her hoof and hummed loudly, the feeling of her own hoof against her flesh made her whole body shiver in delight. She did it again... and then again. Then she took a deep breath and pushed the tip of her hoof into her wet and slick slit, gasping and letting out a low moan. She pushed it farther in until her entire left hoof was engulfed in warm and tight walls. Octavia swore under her breath and tumbled over, landing on the posh couch behind her.

She wished someone were at the door, she would've immediately let them in to help her out. She didn't own any toys but she found it was incredibly hard pleasing herself with her own hooves.

A knock on the door caused her to freeze entirely, taking back everything she was thinking. She peered over at the door as another knock was heard. Octavia quickly tried to settle down, wiping the sweat off her face and closing her legs, laying promptly on the couch now.

“Yes... come in,” She said, trying to catch her breath.

Magic made the door unlock and fly open subtly. Fine stood at the entrance and smiled cheekily down at the grey mare, “The show was excellent! You seemed eager to get to your dressing room though.” He chuckled, watching her breath heavily.

“Oh, well, yes,” She cleared her throat, “I had to, uhm... use the bathroom. Yeah.” She nodded quickly, shuffling in her spot as her lower area continued to throb in excitement. She didn't even get to finish.

Fine entered the room and closed the door behind him slowly. He looked back at Octavia and slowly walked toward her, hoof after hoof, until he reached the couch. He raised one eyebrow, and without saying a single word, Octavia politely shifted over, creating space for the stallion to sit. He sat on his haunches and continued to look at her, almost in an observing way, and then placed a hoof on her leg. Octavia's stomach twisted as the touch felt much more satisfying to her.

“Tavi,” Fine Letters spoke softly, looking down at her cutie mark and then back to her eyes, “What were you doing before I got here?”

Octavia looked away from Fine and pressed her lips together, “I was just... sitting here.”

“But you're all warm and you're breathing heavily, there must have been something else you were doing,” He circled his hoof slowly across Octavia's flank, “You can tell me, I promise I won't judge you. I'm your manager.” He reminded her friendlily, lowering his head and looking at her through thick eyelashes.

Octavia felt extremely uncomfortable and slid her body off the couch, away from Fine's touch. Octavia was still young, and although she was a prim and proper and polite pony, she was also extremely quiet and uncertain. It was times like these she wished she could speak up, but her inner weakness leaked out uncontrollably. She looked at Fine again and saw he was peering at her still, his head slowly turning to face her.

“We never talked heart-to-heart before and I'm kind of curious about who I'm working with, to be honest,” He laughed. “You look good, Tavi,” He said, getting off the couch too, “how do you like it here? It's nice, right?”

Octavia wondered why Fine was acting so weird, but she just went along with it.
“It is very nice here.” She said quietly.

“I never noticed how incredibly talented you are... I mean, I always knew you were a top notch cellist, but something was different tonight, about the way you played that piece.” Octavia wasn't sure what to say, but was saved by Fine continuing his thoughts, “I was wondering, do you ever right music for other ponies? I would love a composition about myself one day. There's just something so... serene and romantic about partners writing music for one another, don't you think?”

Octavia balanced her weight into her left legs, and then her right, trying hard not to be rude by making little to no eye contact with the stallion in front of her.

“I guess so. Yes.” She nodded slowly.

“You know, I took art once, a long time ago when I was your age. Although I wanted to be a musician, I was often called an impeccable artist. Obviously I only drew faces, until the strangest thing happened... I requested to draw a beautiful mare's nether region. Have you ever seen a mare's nethers before? Besides your own?” He asked. Octavia opened and closed her mouth several times, trying to comment, but she couldn't think of one damn thing. How could anypony reply to such stories?

“I've never seen another mare's nethers before, no.” She shook her head slowly, “Not to be a prude, Fine, but where is this story leading?”

Fine chuckled a bit and smiled, “I just believe you're being too hard on yourself sometimes, Tavi. You're always stressed out with family, you never go out and have fun anymore. You just always look so tense and troublesome until you hold your cello and play that beautiful music.” Fine walked closer to Octavia and then circled her, reaching a hoof up and placing it on the back of her shoulders, “You are very tense.”

“T-thank you for the offer, Fine, but I'm alright,” Octavia told him, stepping away suddenly and giving him an apologetic smile, “I don't like massages anyway.”

“Alright then, how about a hug?” He asked with a friendly smile. Octavia smiled back, at least his smile was still sincere and not as discomforting as the rest of the conversation had been going. But while they hugged, Octavia felt a strange feeling fall in the pit of her stomach when he said: “You don't seem like you get enough affection from your parents, isn't that right?”

Octavia didn't say anything and tried to pull away, but he held her closer, stroking her hair lightly, sending tiny ripples of shivers down her spine. He pulled away and chuckled, looking into Octavia's pale purple eyes, his own dark blue ones twinkling. His breath smelled like alcohol.

“Have you ever had a coltfriend?” He asked suddenly.

“N-no,” Octavia admitted quietly, looking down at her hooves.

“A fillyfriend?” Octavia looked up at Fine in alarm. Fine raised an eyebrow and chuckled, “How many times have you had sex before, Tavi?”

Octavia's body felt like it was fully submerged into a pool of ice. She shivered as she felt the hot breath of the much older stallion who was now close enough to press his muzzle to hers. He just rustled her ear and hummed soft words into it.

“I'm very experienced, you know. I can show you a good time. I can get you famous anywhere in Equestria if you do this one little favour for me.” He whispered in her ear.

Octavia closed her eyes and drew in a shaky breath, feeling the heat rise between her legs, a tingling feeling rose up in her belly. She wanted to do it, but she's never had sex before. Would Fine make her famous anywhere in Equestria? Would he really be able to do that? She ground her teeth together and sighed.

“What do you want me to d-do?” Octavia stuttered in a low voice.

Fine just chuckled and bumped his body into hers. A wet tongue flicked the fur around Octavia's ear. Octavia just pressed her lips together, clenching her legs and trying hard not to cum at this new sensation. She just hummed softly and gnawed recklessly on her lip, tasting the iron of her own blood.

Fine Letters bit softly at the flesh around Octavia's jaw, leading her closer to the couch.

“I want you to lay down here,” He whispered, pushing her slowly onto the couch. Octavia obeyed and laid on her back, looking up at the ceiling as it became blurry. Was she doing the right thing? “Let me see you... all of you.” He ran a hoof down her midsection as she spread her back legs, her front were still crossed over her chest, “Fuck, you're so Celestiadamn beautiful.” He moaned, kissing her belly.

Octavia squeaked a little and then covered her mouth. Fine looked up at her face and smiled.
“Still a virgin, I see?” He grinned wider when she didn't say anything, “Not for long, little filly. I'm gonna rock your world.” Suddenly a strong, wet object stroked Octavia's pulsing clit, causing her to jump and scream, “Yeah, you like that?” He growled, licking it again and again, each time receiving a quivering yelp from the pony under him.

Octavia's head spun with possibilities. Maybe he was going to hurt her... maybe she was doing the wrong thing. This was the wrong thing. This was definitely the wrong thing... but did she have the willpower to stop him? It felt too good...

“Spread wider,” He demanded. Octavia tried to, but without warning, Fine pushed her legs forcefully apart, causing her to whimper in pain. He stared at her, making her blush brightly. He moaned, going right back to licking.

Octavia couldn't hold it in anymore and she tried to close her legs, but Fine's strong grip disabled her from doing so. Her front hooves tried to grab onto something as she tightly closed her eyes and hummed loudly.

“Ah-ah-ah-AH,” She screamed, releasing her orgasm onto Fine's tongue. She felt his lips wrap around her dripping cunt and it made her squirm uncomfortably as another orgasm built up quickly, releasing into his mouth this time. He pulled back and licked his lips, moaning in ecstasy. Vinyl closed her eyes tightly, trying to disappear into the shadows, “C-c-can you let m-m-me go now?” She whispered, “Please?”

Octavia grew scared when she heard a low chuckle come from the stallion in front of her. “No.” He growled. Octavia looked at him in shock, his lips curled up into a tight smile, “You see, Miss Philharmonica, I'm not here to be your lover or your pleaser. You're here to be mine. I'm going to fuck you until you can barely stand. I might even have you kept as my pet. If you go now, you'll be fired. You'll never have another job again. You'll be homeless, broke, and have nowhere to turn. You might even be dead by the time they find you.” Octavia just kept staring at the man who was once thought to be supremely kind and posh, and now she was finally seeing the monster within him, “You're only 16... it would be a shame if someone found out your secret, Tavi. A real fucking shame.”

Octavia began to cry, but tears froze in her eyes and blood trickled down her face as her head snapped violently to the side. It took a while before she realized she had been slapped by the stallion's hoof. She looked back at him, scared now. He smiled sweetly at her and leaned in to lick the blood off her face. She just laid there, unmoving. She wanted to run, but her body wouldn't let her.

She screamed loudly as a large object stretched her cunt, forcing itself into her. Octavia could feel something tear and an overwhelming waft of nausea overcame her. Her body bobbed up and down as the stallion's thick member burrowed its way through her. She thought she was going to split into two the farther it travelled, and she thought somepony would hear her horrific screams for help, but she noticed then that her throat wouldn't open. She had lost her voice from screaming so much, it was the loudest she had ever screamed and it put such a strain on her usually minuscule tone.

Suddenly everything was a blur. She couldn't see Fine anymore, but she could hear more than one voice screaming at her. He could hear things tumbling over and object crashing to the floor. She felt liquid trickle down her thighs as somepony helped her stand, but everything was incredibly numb and the last thing she could remember about that day was throwing up and passing out in somepony's arms.