Vinyl Scratch couldn't help but laugh at her own thoughts. It was her second month at the club, preforming for a small group of ponies that were either high out of their mind, or drunk. Vinyl just kept thinking all these ponies were multiplied, she imagined there to be over hundreds and hundreds of ponies doing this, dancing to her music and enjoying the deep bass and fast rhythm of her songs, but the reality of that really happening made the white unicorn falter and burst into fits of giggles.

She took her cup of beer off the sign hanging from the right side of the scratching board, reading “No Drinks”, and took a swig, nodding her head hard and fast to the beat. She was 18 years old, but drinking at this club didn't really fall under any laws. The drinks were passed around as fluently and easily as joints, which meant even as young as 15 year old ponies were getting this frisky in that very club. Vinyl would've said something against that, but at this point she didn't care, as long as she knew she was getting a paycheck at the end of the night, she was content.

Vinyl closed her eyes, imagining once again how it would feel to have such a large crowd indulge in her tunes. Vinyl's heart raced when she heard the loud rowdy ponies, their hooves clopping carelessly on linoleum flooring, all yelling and screaming while greeting each other and dancing. Vinyl knew she would want to be there some day.

Vinyl switched disks quickly while the song transitioned into the next, spinning it experimentally. She used her magic and thrusted her head forward, turning all the nobs up until she saw the board light up with more power. She smiled when she saw a little reaction come out of a few sober ponies and then held out a signature hoof to her audience. She pushed up onto her hind hooves and dragged the microphone that hung above her head down to her lips.

“Alright everypony, are you ready to get fucking crazy tonight!?” She yelled into the mic, receiving a couple yells back. She knew just by the warning looks from the staff members that she shouldn't be so profound, but she didn't really care.

After all this time in Canterlot studying night school music theory, the quietness of the town just numbed her very soul. The only other pony that liked being as loud as herself was a mare named Pinkie Pie, but the hyperactive pink earth pony was usually too much to handle after the first couple of minutes. Her parties were a riot though, and Vinyl often enjoyed being invited to them, but she felt so... disconnected to Ponyville. She didn't know why though.

“Maybe it's because I know I don't belong here.” Vinyl thought, looking out into the crowd once more and breathing in the thick air through her nostrils. “I know I should be somewhere else... I just know it...”

Finally the air broke into a subtle hum as Vinyl pushed up a few sliders gradually, increasing the intensity of the bass, a long low hum that rippled waves into the atmosphere, making Vinyl's body tingle. She closed her eyes and grinned, building up the suspense slowly, making sure everypony had their heart set right into the music before adding a soothing melody as the bass faded out.

Vinyl spun the disk on her left and let the tension of a harmonic but low-based instrument tune out all thoughts, all of her troubles vanished when she heard her favourite song, it was one she had picked up a long time ago in the record store by an artist named Filly Gaga.

The bass started to rhythmically pulse through the air as the white unicorn slowly cranked up a dial on her board. The low frequencies ran through the floor; one-two, one-two, over and over again. A white noise built up and then finally, when Vinyl thought she teased the crowd enough, she dropped it low, bringing forth a dangerously low rhythmic bass and throwing her head back in ecstasy.

It was like having an orgasm to her. Better than sex. Her music was her life, her passion, her joy. She never looked for a coltfriend because she never needed one. She had a million and one friends that were colts, but no lover. She was still a virgin too. Something about sex just put Vinyl off. She would rather be playing music than do the deed to be completely honest, but that was just an unpopular opinion she liked to keep on the down-low.

After the show, Vinyl got her paycheck of 20 bits, and went home after grabbing a spicy seasoned dandelion and tomato sandwich on a toasted tortilla, something she had almost every night. She went back to her apartment, a fairly well built tower that hung close by the main plaza. She walked up the two flights of stairs and then used her magic to crack the combination on her door.

“Hey, Neon, you home?” Vinyl called, not really looking around as she trotted over to the fridge to gather herself a second dinner, “I'm making apple and grain salad if you want any, I dunno.”

Vinyl stopped when she closed the fridge and saw a note float to the floor.

'Parents in town. Be back in a week. Be a good filly, alright? And also.... take out the fucking garbage!

Love,

Neon.

Vinyl rolled her eyes and stuck the note back on the fridge as a reminder. She went over to go stand in front of her turntables and put on a disk, playing it loudly as she expertly moved her flank to the beat. Vinyl wasn't one to dance, but she sure loved bringing out the moves in the comfort of her home flat, as long as Neon wasn't there, of course. She would never dance in front of someone if her life depended on it. It was just her special secret thing.

Everypony had a special secret thing, even Neon, but Vinyl knew very well what his was and she had to find it out the hard way... which she could vaguely remember but was almost certain it had something to do with Rainbow Dash's PonyHoof page online.

Vinyl dug into her salad and then took a short shower. She turned off her music and finally went to bed. After a long day of grocery shopping and DJing she sure was beat -no pun intended-, which was very unlike her. It seemed the older she got the more tired and less energetic she felt, which scared the young mare greatly. She just had her 18th birthday and was already feeling like Granny Smith, but she knew after a good long rest she'd be back to her old self again by the morning.

~-*-*-*-~

Octavia sat up in bed, breathing heavily and sweating, touching her face with her hooves and frantically looking around. She hated these nightmares. She hated having to keep reliving her fears all the time. No matter where she went, the shadows of her past followed her and she reluctantly was being sucked in further and further into her insanity.

She knew she had a problem, ever since the day of that treacherous event she's had a problem. She hasn't touched her cello in weeks and she thought that maybe that could have been linked to her extreme feeling on longing.

She took a quick shower and dried off, cleaning the tub as she did every time she used it. She slowly walked into her bedroom and grabbed her brush, combing her mane thoroughly. She didn't bother putting on her pink bow tie or looking in the mirror. She didn't care how she looked today because she wasn't going anywhere anyway. She hated her reflection.

Octavia walked down the stairs of her mansion, her movements similar to that of a snail; extremely slow and observant, as if she had to analyse every step before she put her hoof down. She did that every time she walked down stairs, down narrow paths, or even around clubs and venues. She had to know exactly where she was going at all times.

After living in Canterlot for so long, the young cellist decided to move to the quiet of Ponyville. Well, it wasn't much quieter, but Octavia had managed to find a quaint and silent mansion near the Everfree Forest, where she was almost certain she wouldn't be getting many interruptions in. It took harsh encouragement to allow her to live there, seeing as there were already an elder couple occupying the home, but after long hours of convincing, she claimed the mansion as her very own. It was the largest home in Ponyville, but it was nothing compared to what beast of a home young Octavia grew up in way back then. And even though Octavia was lonely most of the time, the echoes of her hooves clacking the wooden floors made her feel less depressed and somewhat happy, a difference from her usual solemn self.

The grey mare trotted into the kitchen and made herself a small breakfast with whatever leftovers she's had kept since the last time she went out. After cleaning up, she turned to look at the door that hid just shy of her view. Octavia walked over, her shoulders slightly hung as she approached the giant wooden frame. She took a deep breath and grinned to herself, placing a hoof on the three locks she had set up a while back. She finally got to the doorknob and faltered.

She could feel someone watching her. A shiver danced along her spine and she quickly turned around and jumped... but nothing was there. Feeling foolish, she quickly hid her face behind her hair, turning back to the doorknob obstacle. She twisted it until the door popped open and a cool waft of air pushed her bangs out of her eyes.

The basement had a foul smell on some days, but today it seemed as fresh as flowers. Surely enough, she made her way down the dark and creeky steps of her underground chamber, keeping her eyes forward as she locked the door behind her. She felt around for the light string and, when she found it, bit down and pulled. The light switch flickered on and allowed Octavia to see her messy quarters. She bit down on her lip and smiled widely when she observed the area. Just as she left it.

“Shit.” She whispered under her breath when she saw a big rat gnawing down on one of her oddity collection pieces, “Get away from that, you disgusting fucker!” She ran over and tried to stomp down on the rat. The rat just hissed and attempted to bite Octavia, but finally Octavia gave it a good stomp to the head and picked the rodent up with her teeth to fling it across the room.

With two subtle thuds the rat hit the wall, and then the floor. Octavia stared at it unmoving, watching it bleed out and join the other rusted colours that streamed down the floor and into the drain that lay right in front of her hooves. Octavia closed her eyes, turned around and sat down on the floor, looking at the collection piece that now lay mangled out in front of her.

“It would be a shame if someone found out your secret, Tavi.” She whispered to herself, handling the piece with greatest care and hugging it close to her chest, smelling the decay that seeped from the fleshy object. She shuddered in ecstasy and sighed, “A real fucking shame...”

Octavia left her home and walked the dead path along the Everfree forest, glancing all around her as she dragged a heavy knit sack behind her. She called it her “hotspot” for hunting for more equipment. She usually never hunted around the Everfree forest, but today she was feeling slightly more rebellious, especially knowing the fact that the sun had only set a few hours ago and that there would most definitely be ponies wandering about.

The cellist sniffed around trees and moved leaves with her hooves, looking around for any signs of life (or previous life, she hoped). She finally found a few bones from an anonymous animal and shuffled with pieces into her satchel before digging around for more.

“Hi, uhm, Octavia. I-is that you?” A small voice called out.
The grey mare froze in her tracks, trying to make out the voice.

“W-who's there?” Octavia called back, double-checking to make sure her satchel was closed before stepping around the tree to see a yellow Pegasus waddle slowly into view, “Oh, hi...”

“Hi.”
The two ponies looked at each other for a while. Octavia observed the mare in front of her and slowly broke into a smile. The Pegasus saw the action and blushed deeply, hiding slightly behind her pink mane. It got the grey mare slightly excited.

“I-I'm not sure you know who I am... b-but I just wanted to say that I love your music...” She gave a small smile back and Octavia raised an eyebrow.

“Do you now?” She asked, still smiling at the timidness of the mare.
“Oh yes, very much so.” The yellow pony nodded, “I'm Fluttershy, if you were wondering, but it's okay if you weren't.”
“Nice to meet you, Fluttershy.” The two mares nodded to each other in greet.
“What are you doing out here all alone?” Fluttershy asked, kicking a leaf or two at the ground nervously.

Octavia examined the stance and body language of the Pegasus and bulked out her chest boldly, taking a few steps toward the mare and cocking her head to the side, giving Fluttershy a wide smile.

“I could be asking you the same thing, Flutters. You don't mind if I call you that, do you?”
“N-not at all.” She smiled, her cheeks turning crimson, “Only one of my friends ever calls me that.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes. Her name's Rainbow Dash. She likes your music too, but she would never admit it,” Fluttershy giggled, “So what are you doing out so late near the Everfree forest? You know there are m-monsters living in there, right?” The yellow mare shivered as she peered into the darkness.

Octavia made a noticeable glance toward the pitch black forest. She blinked hard a couple times when she was sure that something was moving around in there, but she blamed her over active imagination and instead let out a strained giggle as she turned back to look into the blue eyes of her new friend.

“Why don't you come over for a bit? You look cold.” Octavia suggested. “I can make us some camomile tea with honey. I also happen to have a very comfortable living area with a fire place if that sounds nice to you.”

“O-oh, well, I couldn't possibly...” Fluttershy went back to hiding behind her mane, she stared at Octavia with wide eyes, “I wouldn't want to intrude or anything... plus Angel Bunny would get upset if I don't return home soon and tend to my animal friends...”

“Jeez, do you ever shut the fuck up, filly?” Octavia wanted to so desperately ask, but held her tongue. “Oh well, that's too bad...” She gave a little shrug and then turned her flank to Fluttershy, about to walk away until she looked back at the mare and sighed, “I guess it's about time I tend to my kitten anyway.”

“Y-you have a kitten?” Fluttershy perked up.
Octavia smiled to herself and turned around, immediately turning the smile upside down to match her façade and nodded slowly, “Yes. She was just born about a week ago, such a cute little pet. She loves cream cheese, too. I usually put a dab on my hoof and watch her cute little self waddle over and fall down before she even gets to the treat,” Octavia giggled, as if reminiscing on the past.

Fluttershy looked highly amused, seeing as her eyes grew wider and her bottom lip puckered out.
“She sounds like such a little angel!” Fluttershy squealed, “Maybe I can see her some time?”

“Well, she wouldn't be going to sleep anytime soon. The little fur-ball is so full of energy! I would enjoy your company as well, so why not now? You don't have to stay long if you don't want to.” Octavia offered with a kind smile.

“W-well... if you insist I guess I could pop in for a few minutes... hopefully Angel won't be too mad...” Fluttershy drifted off and followed Octavia, eight pony hooves crunching through the leaves as they walked along the Everfree Forest border.

Octavia pried the giant door open with her hooves and tilted her head, letting her yellow Pegasus friend access to the lobby.

“Your place is so nice, Octavia! Oh wow, am I jealous! You know how many animals I would keep in here if I had a place like this? The chickens and bears could even sleep inside!” Fluttershy rambled as Octavia closed the door behind them and made her way into the kitchen. Fluttershy followed carelessly, still keeping her eyes fixated on the grand home, admiring the stain glass windows and painted murals that covered the ceilings.

“Here we are, some tea for you,” Octavia pushed a tall mug toward her friend and sipped her own, “I picked these leaves my self. I find it to taste better when they're closer to the water's edge, but that's only a personal opinion.”

“Why, thank you Miss Octavia.” Fluttershy smiled and sipped her tea, “Mmmm, this taste very good! Better than the stuff at the market!”

“Here, would you like some honey?” Octavia asked, spooning a gob into her own drink before passing it to Fluttershy. The yellow mare smiled widely and spooned a slightly smaller bit into her drink, twirling the spoon around to get all the flavour.

She took a sip and giggled, “Wow, I've never tasted anything like it! What kind of honey is this?”

“It's a secret,” Octavia whispered and winked, Fluttershy giggled again, “Once your done your drink I can introduce you to the kitten! I was trying to think of a name for a while but it still hasn't come to me... would you suggest anything?”

“I would have to see her before I make one up.” She smiled, sipping her tea again and again.

“Understood. It seems like you've opened up to me quite a bit, are you finding my presence comforting?” Octavia raised an eyebrow, staring down at her own drink and watching closely as the frothy top slowly vanished away.

“For some strange reason, yes! I usually only act this way around my friends, but I never thought I would be this talky with somepony I just met, let alone a pony as famous as you!”

“Well I don't think there's anything you should be afraid of. Quite frankly I find your presence comforting as well, Fluttershy. There's something about you that makes me feel... kinder. Maybe calmer? Or that could just be my silly imagination again.” The grey pony watched intently as Fluttershy rapidly licked the bottom of her empty mug. “I see you enjoyed the drink. I can send you some honey one day if you would like.”

“Oh yes, that would be lovely. Thank you!” Fluttershy nodded and picked the mug up with her teeth as she walked toward the sink.

“Sweety, it's okay, I can clean it later. Let's go see that kitten!” Octavia laughed and led Fluttershy out of the room slowly.

As the ponies walked, Octavia could almost smell the nervous tension in the air radiating off the yellow mare that walked ever so slowly in front of her. Octavia was never the best at making others smile, unless it was through flirting, but she knew now wasn't the right time to pull any of her old tricks, knowing that the lobby was only metres away from their hooves.

The two ponies stopped in front of an old, heavy-looking and familiar door. Fluttershy remained quiet as ever and only waited patiently for the cellist to let her in. As Octavia unfastened the locks on the door and pushed the door open, she heard a little cry come from the smaller mare's throat.

Octavia quickly looked at the Pegasus and saw that she seemed a little upset.

“What's wrong, Flutters?” She asked, watching the pony wipe tears from her eyes quickly.
“I-I'm sorry, I just don't really l-like the dark that much... are you sure your kitten's down there?” Fluttershy asked, peering down the stairs briefly before looking back at Octavia, “Sure looks steep and unsafe... maybe I should come back another time...” She suggested quickly and spun around to run toward the lobby.

Octavia put out a sudden hoof and blocked Fluttershy's escape. Fluttershy looked at Octavia with wide, moist blue eyes and the grey mare found herself being subtly hypnotized by the beauty, but quickly shook it away as she stroked Fluttersy's coat.

“Don't worry, the dark never hurt any pony before, so why should it now?” Octavia gave a genuine smile, “I think you should face your fears, what do you have to lose? I'll be right here with you. Do you trust me?” She asked, holding her hoof out for Fluttershy to grab onto.

Fluttershy glanced at the locks with concern, but quickly forgot about them as soon as she saw Octavia's hoof patiently waiting for her in front of her muzzle. Fluttershy looked into Octavia's violet eyes and bit her lip. She took the hoof and gave a small smile as Octavia giggled.

“I do trust you...” Fluttershy nodded.
“Well then, come on! My kitten is down there. I was thinking of maybe calling her 'Moonstruck'.” Octavia pulled Fluttershy down the stairs, her voice seeming to fade out the farther they went down, making Fluttershy extremely nervous.

“O-Octavia?” Fluttershy whispered. “Octavia, it looks really s-scary down here...” A loud creak from behind her made her squeak and bolt down the stairs, letting go of her friend. Her wings picking her up into the air as she covered her eyes and shook, floating swiftly down into the darkness, “Octavia?” She whispered again, feeling that her hooves were no longer grasping the soft coat of the cellist.

“Fluttershy.” Octavia said softly and a loud banging noise made the yellow mare jump.
Fluttershy couldn't see anything as she mindlessly landed on her hooves and fell over. She quickly lifted herself back up and tried to look around, but no light was to be seen anywhere. Suddenly the mare jump as she felt a hoof on her flank.

“Octavia?” She whispered again, “Please turn on the l-lights.”

“Shhh.” Octavia hushed as her hoof stroked up the yellow mares slender spine, “How do you like it here? It's nice, right?” She breathed into Fluttershy's fur, feeling the small mare tremble under her touch, “You can stay with me if you'd like, I'd really enjoy the company.”

“T-t-that's okay...” Fluttershy mumbled, “I-I don't like this g-game, Octavia... C-can I go h-home now...?”

“No.”
The word rang through the Pegasus's ears and she dropped to the ground, as if the words held some sort of gravity and forced themselves down on her.

“W-what? But I have t-t-to go tend to my p-p-pets.”
“I said no, Fluttershy. You're not going home.” Octavia said, a little more sternly than before, “I want to make you my pet.”

Fluttershy was silent, but her entire body was shaking violently, Octavia loved the feeling, crawling on top of the yellow mare and nestling her muzzle into the soft mane.

“You smell just like nature, so free, so... sexy.” The grey cellist traced a tongue around Fluttershy's ear, “You taste just like freshly cut grass too.”

“N-n-no...”
“I want to have a little fun with you before I kill you, so try not to struggle or you'll make your own death worse.” Octavia slid off of Fluttershy and pulled the light string, revealing a grungy-looking basement and, to Fluttershy's dismay, made her feel sick to her stomach.

Fluttershy watched as Octavia walked away, flank swinging from side to side in a hypnotizing and teasing matter, looking back and watching the worthless mare on the ground as she opened a drawer slowly with her teeth. Fluttershy screamed loudly as Octavia pulled out a long and thick glass object. Octavia started to laugh.

“No! No, no, no, no, NO! Let me go!” Fluttershy struggled to get up and then, when realizing she couldn't, completely stopped moving. She stopped breathing too and stared at the ground, “I-I-I-”

“Having a little trouble getting up? It's quite alright, I don't need you to move around much in order to play with you.” Octavia walked back over to the Pegasus, who was now crying and gasping for air, “That delicious honey you had with your tea consisted of three wonderful ingredients: cum, sugar, and tranquillizer. Luckily you used just enough to keep your muscles weak and your mind awake as I fuck you senseless.” Fluttershy whimpered and tried to cover her face with her mane. Octavia didn't like when her subjects refused to make eye contact.

The grey mare walked slowly up to Fluttershy and gathered some of the pony's soft hair into her mouth, than with a great shoulder-jerking tug, ripped a few hairs out of the pony's neck, beads of red gathering up on the broken skin. The yellow mare screamed and cried, still attempting to stand up, thinking she could run away.

“W-why are y-you doing th-this to m-m-me?” Fluttershy screamed, her voice louder than Octavia ever thought.

“You have such beautiful features, Fluttershy. I need you to keep still until I pluck every last hair from your mane so you don't stain it with whatever fluids manage to come out of you,” Octavia said calmly, placing the few hairs inside a nearby basket, “Do you understand what's going on here, Flutters? I need your hair and beautiful yellow coat so I can make money in order to live. You think this house is mine? It's not. Do you remember your neighbours, Flutters? That elderly couple that supposedly moved out?”

Fluttershy looked up at Octavia and watched her mouth spread into a psychotic smile.
“I killed them and made them into stable furs. I then brought them over to your friend Rarity and asked for her to make them into fabulous coats. She's a curious one, Rarity... sexy too," Octavia sighed and moved her hoof along Fluttershy's bleeding neck, moving the blood around mindlessly. "It took a little while, seeing as she's never worked with real fur before, and the fact that she wouldn't stop asking questions about the material, but she managed to create the coats and I sold each piece to some Manehatten folks for 1,000 bits each. Worth the trouble, I'd say.”

Octavia walked over to a large item that was hanging in the shadows. She dragged out her large, handmade cello and showed Fluttershy, who was still in shock from the story earlier. Octavia strummed the strings on her instrument and closed her eyes, listening to the deep bass tone it gave off. Octavia opened her eyes to look at Fluttershy and sighed.

“This is my prized possession, made from the pony who raped me when I was only 16 years old.” Octavia bit down on her lip, trying to force the memories of the stallion out of her mind before continuing. “You see these strings?” Octavia plucked one, “This was made out of his hair. And his coat is what the shell is made from. To keep it from caving in I had to use saw dust that I mixed with his blood. I never thought it would work, but here it is...” Octavia nestled against the instrument.

“P-p-please don't k-k-kill me. I promise I wont t-t-tell anypony about all this...” Fluttershy whispered, crying silently.
“It's too late now, you know too much already, Flutters.” The grey mare looked down at her prey and smiled sweetly, “But don't worry, I'll massacre that gracious pussy before you go. I'm sure your afterlife would appreciate it.”

Octavia trotted over and picked up the glass dildo. She moved it close to Fluttershy's lips and stared intently at her.
“Lick it.” She demanded.

Fluttershy looked at the item, cocking her head back away from it only slightly before Octavia pushed it even closer.
“Do as I say, bitch.” She said calmly, “I want you to lick and suck on this while I masturbate. I plan on cumming, and if you're successful at it, I'll kill you quickly and painlessly, I promise.” Octavia nodded and took a few steps away from the yellow pony before slumping in a fold-out chair that was never noticed before, “You can start anytime,” She smiled and opened her legs, reviling an already-excited twat.

Fluttershy gulped roughly and closed her eyes, sticking out her tongue slowly and giving a quick flick to the glass object before sucking her tongue back into her mouth.

Then a loud gong tone rang throughout the whole house and echoed in the basement. Fluttershy started to whimper as she was extremely confused about what that sound could've been.

Octavia sighed and got off the chair, “Stay here.” She said, and quickly trotted up the stairs.
Octavia's violet eyes darted around once she poked her head out from the door of the basement. She closed the door quietly behind her and bolted it shut before turning to head through the lobby. Once she got to the big main entrance, she peered out the peep hole and saw nothing. She pulled her head back and waited, straining her ears to listen carefully to whomever was standing outside her home.

Was it the police? It couldn't be... who would suspect a rich-looking cellist be any kind of trouble?

And finally, a crackle of leaves and a thumbing hoof was heard. Octavia gritted her teeth nervously and then took a deep breath, letting it out and immediately calming herself before opening the door.

“Hello there.” She greeted the small bunny that had its paws crossed over its chest and a foot thumping rhythmically against the concrete step, “You must be Angel Bunny, isn't that correct?”

The white bunny raised an eyebrow and then peered behind Octavia into the home, pointing inside.

“Would you like to come in? Fluttershy is just tending my sick kitten right now. Come in, make yourself comfortable. Would you like some tea?” The bunny nodded and hopped around the grey cellist who smiled devilishly before closing and locking the door behind them.

Author's Note

Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Questions, comments, concerns, and judgements are all encouraged.