Tears of ecstasy

WARNING: this chapter contains RAPE and ASPHYXIATION! Don't read this if you don't like it. You HAVE been warned!

Previously: Octavia is an heir of the von Clef family from a foreign country, Vinyl Scratch is your casual DJ on the coolest parties and also Octavia's marefriend, Lyra is a musician and also friend of Vinyl, and Bon Bon is Lyra's marefriend who has no bigger interest in music. Both couples are experiencing problems in connecting love and sexual fetishes, something that might cause trouble between their loyalty to each other during their trip to Manehattan...

Before I forgive

In a flash, Vinyl's scarlet eyes opened as she felt a chill crawling up along the spine. She was still beneath the blanket, resting peacefully until now when a horrible feeling tainted her sleep. But the curtains were already pulled away from the windows, letting the sun lit up the room in a sweet morning of spring. After the obligatory yawn, she sat up in the bed and noticed she was alone in the hotel room. Her memory failed to serve for just a second before the obvious realization striking down.

“Mmh.... right... early meeting with... uhh... some musicians.... or whatever...” she mumbled in her newly awakened state, hardly being able to remember her own name if she hadn't been fed with it for her entire life. She scratched her blue, streamed mane and looked over at the alarm clock next to the bedside table. Quarter past nine in the morning. Octavia would be back in the early afternoon, so that meant Vinyl had to find company somewhere else during breakfast and lunch, if she even had the energy to care.

With another yawn, the white unicorn jumped off her unmade bed and strolled to the bathroom, taking a long and steady look at her mane in the mirror. Her expression didn't agree to the idea of perhaps skip fixing it. “Ugh.... seriously? I forgot to wash out the gel again? Now that's what I call a rat nest...” her tired voice uttered in annoyance when discovering the messed hair forming a rough bush on her head. Even her horn had problems being visible in the sticky and still dried out sea of blue chaos.

Her dedication to fix it only needed a moment, then the tip started to glow slightly. She looked down at the white sink and focused on the brush. “Nah... I don't wanna die in pain yet” Vinyl stated rather quickly to herself and put it away again. Another glance, the shower cabinet with it's rigid curtain carrying pattern of white and blue stripes which Octavia had used before she left for her meeting at the concert house. “Yeah... that's a better idea, little Vinyl...”.

After letting go of a smirk when remembering exactly which other mare would use those words, a frown replaced the slightly satisfied expression. She still remembered her lover's words, and they were true.

Perhaps it wouldn't be so easily forgiven next time. Vinyl had known Octavia for a year and a half, a relationship they've kept secret from everypony except Lyra and Bon Bon. It was not a big deal for her, she understood really fast that the party she met that light gray mare at was for snobbish ponies who only judged others after the size of their wallets and how many treats they DIDN'T eat during parties.

“Do ho ho! I'd say, old chap!” Vinyl imitated while pretending to push up a monocle over her naked eye. A weak chuckle echoed in the small cabinet once she stood inside it. A slight piece of magic pulled the curtain to hide her. “Now let's see... uhh... what?” she continued to talk to herself while looking at the shelf attached to the handles of the shower. A collection of different shampoos, conditioners, soaps... with names she didn't even could pronounce, all belonging to Octavia. An annoyed eyebrow cocked on her forehead as she sighed. They had only been her for two days now, and if Vinyl even would have suspected this to happen, she certainly would have placed her own shower apparatuses somewhere else.

But then she discovered one flask among all those, her own and regular shampoo without any fancy name or wall of text explaining details she didn't know she didn't care about. The beautiful glimmer of unicorn magic caught the bottle, lifted it together with the shower neck from its holster and opened the little white container.

A nice quantity equal to the size of a hoof poured over Vinyl's blue mane, slowly eating into the natural disaster in order to dissolve all filth. In the next moment, she got up on her hindlegs so her fore hooves could be used for other purposes. As she kept massaging her hair, a sneaky thought called memory entered the unicorn's head.

It was that fateful day when she had arrived to the wrong address for a party in Trottingham. There she was, standing in front of a fancy concert house with a wide arsenal of mixer boards and her own personal creation of techno, dubstep, and hardstyle, carrying a confused look on her face as she looked on the paper with the address again. Before her own rage could take over, a stallion wearing the most fancy black tuxedo she ever had seen walked up looking at her with a slight amount of disgust.

She smirked as her hooves were done with the shampooing, taking this whole visit to the shower into the next step. The handle controlling the levels of warmth and cold turned by it's magic grasp, letting a nice, warm beam of water rain down on her mane.

The warm water traveled down along Vinyl's fine body, soaking her white coat as the shampoo poured down from her head. The warmth was nice and gave a good comfort to her surrounding. Condensation covered the ocean blue tiles, absorbing the overwhelming heat this unicorn preferred the most. The curtains dragged towards the center of heat like a magnet to metal. Her breathing elevated a little as the next set of memories played on.

Being mistaken for a hoodlum, Vinyl spend a good five minutes with the dandy stallion arguing about what the hay he meant that she should get lost before the guards would be involved. In the heat outside the early winter cold, a light gray mare approached from the main entrance...

“Mmhh....” Vinyl groaned in hearty smile and leaned back on the blue tile wall, caressing both her cheeks with her fore hooves when she remembered the awesome beat her heart skipped when she saw the beauty walking out. Her hooves made their way down her wet coat, gently rubbing every part of her chest before walking further down to the white tummy...

The light gray mare just stood there for a moment, watching the scene about to get more violent with physical contact then just verbal insults. Vinyl cooled down in an instant, locking her rare eye color behind those shades at the source of her new interest. The stallion noticed where his opponent watched in silence, thus turned around only to gasp in shock. It was the young madam Octavia von Clef herself, and in order to show his respect and somehow some submission, he acted like it was a reflex when stepping aside.

The mare known as Octavia walked down the wide and few stairs reaching several meters out to the left and right, gracefully moving her body like an expert in natural beauty. Slow but steady, Vinyl's mouth opened a little more for each step the other pony took to get closer. And when she finally stood just a hoof or two away, the purple eyes scanned all the big boxes the disoriented DJ had brought with her. Then... she separated her gray lips to ask who she was.

“Ooohh.... that accent...” Vinyl mumbled to herself as the white forelegs wrapped her own body like she was being hugged around the waist. Soon The hooves rubbed her a little more intensive around the hips where her foamy substance ran down, covering the cutie marks so she could rub it into them. She felt the nice signals, short but warm pulses telling her brain it was a good feeling once her hooves reached to fiddle her flank. “Aww.... yeah!”

Vinyl couldn't speak due to the extreme flash her mind just went through after seeing this walking beauty with her sexy accent. Her tongue couldn't obey, so some incoherent splutter came from her mouth. Octavia cocked an eyebrow and quickly asked if she was drunk.

“I was drunk on you, sexy lady...” the unicorn now getting her body continuously showered from the nozzle levitating above her body whispered in ecstasy. In the rain of hot water, Vinyl dragged her hooves all over the white body that was her own. Each slide over her wet coat excited her further as the image of her beloved mare took place more clearly.

Like thunder had struck from above, the white mare shook her head and giggled in an embarrassed scratch to her neck. After gaining the courage to look straight into Octavia's eyes, she explained that she probably must have gone wrong. The earth pony agreed and glanced over her shoulder, exposing her entire mane hanging ever so beautifully over her neck.

The wet strokes kept ravaging Vinyl's body. They increased in speed when she suddenly couldn't control herself over seeing that sexy dark mane her lover had one and a half years ago and still does. A shiver moved up to her spine again, vibrating in a cold way to tell that it was time for more. After a quick glance like Octavia did at that time, the blood red eyes saw one of the flasks of fancy soap she knew her lover always used. It was her scent.

An awkward silence remained once Octavia turned back her head and scanned the pony before her again. Her facial expression didn't show much else then a lack of interest from her side.

With an impulse to further this conversation, Vinyl reached out a hoof while trying to turn on her coolness. Sadly, she only had time to say her entire name, Vinyl Scratch, and her nickname, DJ PONE-3. Then, the light gray mare smirked and said it was nice meeting her... before turning around without shaking the hoof given and walked back inside.

As the nozzle was moved aside with its purifying water temporarily turned off, the moist and sticky substance poured down on Vinyl's flat, equine chest as she squeezed the bottle gently with her hooves. The cleaning soap traveled down to her tummy, continuing down to the thighs with its chilly touch. A sensual moan escaped the showering unicorn as the water she already wore forced the soap to travel down further. The bottle levitated back to the shelf before she gathered some of the remaining stickiness on her hooves and started to rub her body carefully.

The DJ was left alone in the cold with a frozen pose. It only took her a few seconds, however, to understand that she just got rejected in the most humiliating way without getting a direct attack. When she had absorbed what just happened, she also realized that the blush on her cheeks didn't disappear. This mare... this earth pony mare... rejected her like nothing. Sure, she beautiful, but that personality was worse then the most snobbish pony she'd ever seen. A thoroughbred, stuck-up, ignorant and not to mention bitchy mare who only knew how to respect her own kind, if even that.

It was at that moment Vinyl asked herself why she so desperately wanted to run after her...

“Because she was the hottest mare you'd ever seen and heard, you dumb-nut!” the unicorn spoke out with a louder voice as she covered her shoulders with the gooey soap. She sighed deeply and finally exposed the blush on her cheeks when the hooves moved down over her body and went for the thighs. The caressing had become lengthy touches, every soft inch of her well-shaped body had to feel the nice stimulation. Her moans didn't go without a grin anymore

With just a shred of hesitation, the white unicorn looked at her stuff packed in three boxes and enchanted them to levitate right behind her. Vinyl trotted up along the small number of stairs and looked up at the big, wide-open door where she saw the somehow interesting mare walk past. A decided step later and she could now feel the warmth of the big room filled with different kinds of upper-class ponies passing through in their own sense of grandness. The boxes she had brought with her were stacked up on each other and placed right next to the door, now her search could continue.

Vinyl gasped in the steamy air. Her hooves had found her sacred grounds, the last spot she hadn't coated in soap yet. A little whimper forced itself out through the lips enjoying a soft nibbling. Vinyl opened her eyes and looked down, pausing the lustful grin as she inhaled deeply before the next tender touch. But when the image of Octavia kept chasing her, there was no possibility for another reaction then an explosive one. Her hind knees trembled, her stomach tensed and her teeth began to truly chew on her lips.

The big room had three different doors leading to either a hallway, an even bigger room, or the entrance to the concert ball room. Using her wild guess and secret 'ability' to smell attractive mares on a mile's distance once she'd seen them, the door to the right leading into a hallway felt strangely correct.

Without any further hesitation, the white unicorn had found her way past a countless amount of paintings and small statues decorating the fancy walls painted in a pink red shade. Each decoration received a strange look from the DJ as she kept following the sense telling her to continue. The hallway was virtually empty aside from another mare wearing a pompadour dress who walked past with a standard, snobbish snout in the air.

A little interruption in the hot sensation wrapping up Vinyl. That mare was not even close to Octavia's sexiness and irresistible accent. But when the next part came up, she could smile again while rubbing her sensitive sweet spot. A squishy noise from her inner fluids combined with the soap filled the air. Her cheeks grew redder for each moment steadily walking towards a nice satisfaction. At the same time, her magic turned on the shower right above her slippery body...

And suddenly she discovered in the hallway that somepony else walked out from a door carrying a less typical but still resembling symbol for the little fillies' room. The white lips arched into a grin when Vinyl saw the attractive mare turning her way from the restroom. In the next second, Octavia flashed once her eyes saw the white thing standing in her way just three hooves away.

With a less welcoming and significantly more annoyed tone, the light gray mare stated that she thought they were done talking. But Vinyl just smiled while scratching her fore hoof on the carpet, she couldn't admit the fact she already had been smitten by interest for pony she didn't even knew the name of.

However, her self-confidence knew how to handle reserved and shut-in ponies if they were inside her radar. So she stared at the purple eyes from a tilted position with her head, adding the sexy touch for a perfect confrontation at this moment. But before she knew it, Octavia walked away again...

“You... hahh.... ignorant... ahh... b-bitch!” the unicorn exclaimed in the shower with her breath high up in the lungs. A warm and refreshing downpour brought all the cleansing soap off her body in wide gushes. And all water searching down to the warm marehood got squeezed inside it by the hard working hooves spreading Vinyl's labia while rubbing the most important part of her flower. ”Yes... yes... ahh... Octavia... s-speak... to me!”. Her voice cracked for just a second as she recalled that foreign voice...

What Octavia didn't know was that her new admirer had a really stubborn personality. She kept walking down the hallway, ignoring whatever this unknown pony had in mind for her. Sadly, Vinyl kept walking behind in a slightly respectable distance, hoping to catch at least this sexy mare's name. After hardly a minute, the grand concert room was the new location Octavia had led them both till. The white unicorn felt thrilled by all of this. She used her most fail-proof ways of seduction, used her sexiest and still discreetest way of swaying her flank, tried several ways to walk before the other mare without causing a scene.... all in vain. She had in other words never felt so tempted to keep trying.

Finally, when the two females had walked a few steps in the alley of vacant soft cushions for all the viewing ponyfolk to sit on while watching, Octavia twitched an eyebrow and stopped. Her voice carried a signal for Vinyl to stop following her. But what her voice said had a very opposite effect.

Since they were practically alone in the almost empty room Octavia felt safe to say what she wanted. Thus, she stated the facts that she 'knew' were true. That Vinyl was just a pony who didn't know what landmarks she walked on right now, that there was no way they should talk or even look at each other again. That there was a reason for why she left from the very beginning.

The unicorn tilted her head, using a silly smirk to enhance the fact she didn't know what this earth pony talked about. It was then the name finally got revealed from the light gray lips, Octavia von Clef. It was a name few ponies in the world of music didn't know of, and this heir of the respectable family knew for sure that her admirer's real intentions would see the the light of truth now.

Vinyl cocked an eyebrow after hearing this. Sure, she knew who the von Clef's were, but she didn't understand how that was a valid argument for why they couldn't talk to each other again.

When Octavia realized that Vinyl wasn't even the slightest impressed or effected by her words, she raised an eyebrow. She asked why, only to be answered by a devious smile. Vinyl didn't actually know what was the deal with that. Yeah, even she could imagine what fancy and famous life Octavia lived through, but it didn't really change her look at her..... at all.

The light gray mare snorted and turned around, doing her best to keep ignoring this little odd acquaintance she never asked for from the beginning. But Vinyl was stubborn, thus continued to follow...

The white fore hooves' pace had increased into a rapid motion. All the warm water squished out from Vinyl's preciousness. Her moaning resembled a dying animal struggling for the simple taste of air. And just when the last key from Octavia's voice hit Vinyl's imagination, she slid down along the ocean blue wall down to the tiled floor as the sweet orgasm shook up her body. She jerked her trembling hindlegs in a failed attempt to escape the intense sensation striking every part of her mind and body.

“Aww!! Ye... yeah...” she mumbled without trying to do anything else then enjoying this pleasure she happily had brought upon herself. But this wasn't enough. No, she wanted to feel the electricity moving though her body, she wanted to enjoy the throbbing pulses ravaging her brain, she wanted to extract more love from her sexual orifice while thinking about her beloved pony. She wanted to cum again...

If there was any ability at all Vinyl had mastered, it was being more stubborn then ten mules. And thanks to this eternal patience just to get the goods, Octavia actually began to listen even if with just a weak ear. They gently walked along the carpet leading up to the scene where the earth pony wasn't really supposed to reach. She had made all her performances today, but this was the only way she could have taken in order to get away. However, she quite soon understood that there was no idea struggling anymore. Yes, she felt even more sure about what to do now.

Once they've reached the scene, Octavia sighed and turned around and asked once and for all why Vinyl did this. The unicorn didn't even need a second to answer that. Putting things bluntly was also another qualification Vinyl had excelled in, so she thought there was nothing wrong at all about telling the truth that she wanted to buy Octavia a drink at the local bar just because she looked like she deserved it for having such beauty and awesome accent.

The earth pony mare widened her eyes in shock and slight disgust. This was truly the most hirsute and rude pony she'd ever met. Not to mention the most annoying and stubborn too.

Still, Octavia actually felt a little enticed to the idea of just leaving this place she actually despised most of all and do something... a little out of the upper-class...

Vinyl had only been outside the shower for a couple of seconds. Wet hoof prints were left on the floor as she returned with a little useful thing in her magical grasp. She had kept it in her suitcase all this time, but now she certainly felt it was necessary to use for her own purposes while she still carried the scent of Octavia.

A dildo with the exact same light gray colors like Octavia's coat. Her most precious inanimate belonging only challenged by her loudspeakers and mixer board. Whenever her lover couldn't be present during Vinyl's need for intimacy, this 'little' thing with fourteen inches of nothing but plastic love was always there for her stimulation. The shower turned on again, soaking Vinyl once again even though she couldn't get much more cleaner then she already was.

She levitated the thick toy up to her muzzle. A gentle lick from the base up to the tip so she could taste the fine plastic coated in warm water. Her fore hooves moved up to touch it, stroking up and down like it was an actual stallion she pleased. And she wouldn't have minded if Octavia was a stallion, it would just include a possible improvement in their sex life. Suddenly, the image of her marefriend transformed into a stallion rutting her while she had the dildo deep up in her other hole began to shape itself. And just like an instinct, her hungry mouth couldn't resist the urge to surround the mighty illustration of a male's pride with her lips...

Octavia considered for a moment, rubbing her chin while staring suspiciously at the insistent unicorn trying to treat her out for a drink. She had a strong feeling about where this was going, but so far she had only received good and rather impressive signals from Vinyl the DJ. And speaking of which, before she even should try to come up with a decent response, it felt necessary to at least know this unicorn's name.

Vinyl laughed and reminded Octavia that she already had mentioned her name but gladly did it again, something that brought the shadow of a blush to the light gray cheeks. After just another moment of thinking, Vinyl had just earned herself something that could be interpreted as a date...

“Mmh... hah... you couldn't resist me... could you now, sweetie...?” the once again aroused unicorn said after letting go of her toy, leaving nothing but a strain of spittle between it and her tongue. The warm water tore the strain to pieces, forcing her to swallow the whole thing again. Letting go of a lustful groan, she forced the light gray dildo into her mouth and sucked on it like a baby pony would do to a nursing bottle. Due to her need, a strong concentration of saliva gathered up in Vinyl's mouth, dripping out when the head of her toy went a little to far down.

It was way more moist then it had to be in order to slip easily inside the white marehood, but Vinyl just couldn't control herself when she imagined this to be Octavia's actual dick, which she enjoyed to her heart's content. She started to slowly thrust her head, moving up and down along her sweet rod of ecstasy while recalling the major event of her first meeting with Octavia...

Vinyl walked with her most satisfied smile to the bar with the foreign mare. There wasn't much talking during the short trip through Trottingham, but once they'd reached the destination of Viny'l choice, Octavia decided to ask why they suddenly were inside a bar filled with nothing but mares. The DJ shrugged and answered that she thought it would be the best of choice, here they wouldn't get disturbed by annoying stallions... or colts THINKING they are stallions.

The cellist didn't want to, but she truly agreed that it sounded like a good idea. After another set of minutes, they had ordered their drinks in the cozy filly-fooler bar and sat down at a table in the corner. Octavia wasn't used to the kind of music they played or the kind of ponies who were here, but since the volume was at least a little tolerable and the crowd rather indifferent to their presence, she could live with it if this company of hers knew what she talked about.

They both looked at each other for a little while, carefully scanning what they sat in front of right now. Vinyl was already infatuated by the earth pony mare, seriously dedicated to at least make this into a one-night stand if nothing else. The cruel truth was however that Octavia wasn't even close to that idea. She knew that the odds were good for it, but she had already walked this far so why not try to enjoy this as far as possible before rejecting the hay out of this cocky unicorn.

Vinyl used all her oral strength to suck her prized toy one last time. With a loud pop and a small stench of spittle flying away from her mouth, she panted in the renewed ecstasy. The warmth her shower brought, the very sight the dildo gave, the white flower aching for a taste, all this and a little more to finally force her into submission by her own sexual arouse. It was time now.

The magically shrouded rod levitated out from Vinyl's grasp so it could float down to a way more sensitive place which her fore hooves already had been to. Only this time it was going to be so much better. She leaned on the wall and held up her right hindleg, exposing her soaking wet treasure to invite the hard dildo.

Using the method of showing interest, Vinyl wanted her date to tell about herself while sipping the alcoholic drink in her glass. Octavia wasn't interest, and instead cut off the white unicorn mare to ask HER a few things instead. For starters what Vinyl had in goal with all of this. The addressed DJ didn't expect to get such tough resistance, but she was none the less prepared for such a sudden turn of event. Thus, she took a couple of gulps from her glass before going on...

“I wanted to… do you... s-so bad! I want... wanted that body... so much and I... didn't even... knew why!!” Vinyl yelled in the warm rain when the hard toy teased her dripping labia by circulating around it, rubbing the lips and casually separating them. It was not only water, but a good quantity of love juice too that fell down to the wet tiles she stood on.

The thick spear of pleasure finished the foreplay and went straight to the main event. In one powerful push of magic, the scarlet eyes widened once the beating muscle inside her chest accelerated to unbearable levels. “Ahh! Ohh... yes! Aahhh.... mmmhh.... oh, Octaviaaaa!!” she roared out between each groan escaping her throat. Her inner flesh could only widen so easily thanks to the very thought of her lover doing this to her. A thrilling experience spreading her thick nether lips apart to the point that she wished that they could be tighter so she truly felt it to the max.

Her pink pearl didn't go unnoticed either. Thanks to the size of 'male Octavia', every little millimeter of her warm and soaking wet love opening had its own share of sweetness and physical treatment beating everything senseless. Thoughts not involving dirty or sexy images were removed, she only wanted the sweet imaginations of Octavia covered in perspiration and red cheeks inside her eyelids. Her gasping grew more rapid and almost everything stopped to matter at all. The earth pony mare with her mane loose, resting on the bed panting with pleasure, caressing her body and frowning while mentioning Vinyl's name over and over again...

Vinyl told her a mild version of the truth, that she found Octavia very attractive and even more interesting due to her self-confidence and ways of dejecting ponies. The earth pony let go of a snicker, believing she had this unicorn around her hoof. Feeling playful, she actually took a little sip from her own drink too, fully aware there was alcohol in it. Vinyl giggled, believing she had this earth pony around her hoof. None of them knew how resembling their thoughts actually were.

The night went on, and part by part, the two females had consumed their current drinks. Vinyl felt a little hesitant to the idea of ordering another round, the pure opposite to what Octavia thought. The unicorn would soon learn that her company was a weak drinker, half a glass of premium Trottingham liquor was all needed to get her out of the refined ways in how to spend a good time. While Vinyl grinned in satisfaction, the light gray mare ordered another round of what they just had... on the Clef's tab.

The thrusting had developed into a more serious manner, forcing Vinyl's to hold up her hindleg even more as her pleasure took the upper hoof. She felt it deep inside her, slipping in an out to summon her strongest cries of love for every second she could enjoy this nice and kind penetration. Her pink walls carefully squeezed the inanimate object serving as a source of consolation for the fact that she couldn't have Octavia down there instead. But this was good too, of course. If not, she wouldn't have panted so hard and willingly thrusting back. Her moans went louder and lengthier, proving what pleasures she lived through.

“Hnngg... aahhh.... oh, yes... yes... yes.... uhh.... ah! Ah! Ohh! Ughh....” she jumped between the edge of orgasm and resistance to prolong her moment. She didn't want to cum just yet...

It was not too far from midnight. The two equines leaned over the table they shared, leaving nothing but a few inches of distance between their snouts while looking deeper into each others eyes. Two glasses were Octavia's limit, and now she wanted to find out another thing in her undeniably drunk state: why didn't Vinyl take of her shades? The unicorn grinned in an embarrassed blush and looked away.

This was her ace in the hole, hiding her eyes behind the thick shades to add a little mystic aura around her. It always worked, especially if her victims already had consumed a few drinks. And minding how influenced Octavia already was, she could already prepare another spot in her trophy room.

Vinyl used the lie of saying that it was her special secret and something she didn't dare to show anypony unless they make her feel REALLY comfortable with it. To her own big surprise, Octavia frowned like she truly adored it. And truth was, her less sober personality really did thought it was the most adorable thing she'd ever heard. Vinyl froze up, heavily unprepared for such a strong change from her company. Octavia froze too, locked in a state telling her to obey emotions created by a temporarily infatuated personality.

Vinyl lost her track, this was no hunt for a one-night stand. By seeing that adorable expression Octavia suddenly used, her cheeks exploded with crimson as her even redder eyes beheld this astonishing mare. Something clicked.... seriously clicked.

None of them regretted this. And before they knew it, their snouts were closer then an inch to each other, playing with their warm breathes from the lightly separated lips. Vinyl had lost her sense of hunting and replaced it with captivation. Octavia had lost her dominant and mean plans, switched them out with the role of a caught prey.

And then their lips finally connected...

Vinyl only needed another second to reach her climax. She had struggled valiantly to hold it back, but now was the best time of them all to let go. All the images of what happened later that night, how they abandoned their regular ways for each other, how kind and sweet Octavia was, how...

“So this es vhat you're doing vhen I'm gone, Vinyl...?” the light gray mare who stood in the door frame said while looking straight into the shower cabinet without its curtain covering the showering unicorn.

The mentioned pony felt the power of a hundred fears kicking away her balance, causing her eyes to open wide in shock as she fell down to hurt her precious behind on the slippery floor. Her magic lost focus and accidentally turned off the shower nozzle and dropped it to the floor. After yelping in pain from the hard landing, she could hear Octavia's mean snicker from seeing all of this. To put it straight, it wasn't appreciated by Vinyl.

She rubbed her sore flank and threw a painful glance at her lover who decided to walk closer from the bathroom door after locking it properly. “Here I spend ze entire morning going on a meeting vith annoying ponies, vork hard to keep my official reputation strong even though I hate it, struggles through ze entire day vith a smile.... do you knov vhy I do that.... my little Vinyl?” the approaching mare asked after her series of statements with a devious look in her eyes.

Vinyl frowned in a sort of fear, believing she had pissed of Octavia for reasons she didn't know of. The answer came, however, once the beautiful cellist just had to take a single step to get inside the shower. Her devious eyes became a deadly glare radiating disgust and hate.

“... Because I can alvays expect that you vill be there at ze end of the day to comfort me vith your hungry body” she virtually hissed and walked inside the cabinet, soaking her hooves in the process in front of the frightened Vinyl.

An ambiance called uncomfortable and uneasy filled the small, quadratic area they now shared. It was only made for one pony at a time, not that Octavia cared even the slightest. She enjoyed the fact that the little defenseless pony with her scarlet eyes just sat there in front of her forelegs. “But vhen I come back because ze meeting ended early.... I catch you enjoying yourself vithout me” her voice changed to a disappointed but still hostile tone. Then, she inhaled through the nostrils and arched her eyebrows even more. “... Vhile using my soap too”.

Vinyl wanted to gulp there, but now she knew exactly where this was going. The 'game' was one.

“Tell me, my love.... am I really... no good at pleasing you?” she finally asked, revealing the true power behind her glowering eyes. At that moment, Vinyl felt confused. “But... Octavia. I thought about you! And I'm still in the mo...” she had time to say before a violent and wet fore hoof covered her mouth. “Shut up, you little ungrateful vhorse!” Octavia stated with a harsh tone, flinching the poor unicorn she now pushed into the wall “It's been a horrible morning, zo I've decided to cash in that orgasm you ove me. Just shut your pretty mouth before I 'accidentally' hurt you...”.

The other fore hoof reached down to grab the dildo still stuck in Vinyl orifice, but it wasn't to pull it out. “Aah!!” the white unicorn yelled out in pain when she felt the tip of the toy hitting her deepest core. It wasn't pleasant, it wasn't even the slightest comfortable, it was just scary and hurtful.

But knowing that she owed Octavia this, the white mouth stayed shut even without the gray hoof's help. She could only sit there as the dildo dug deep inside her before getting ripped out again in an instant, bringing out more pain. “Does this feel good?! Huh? Does it, you little suka?!” she roared out while keeping her usual habit of only swearing in her foreign language.

Vinyl shook her head, acting just the way her lover wanted it. Thus, her reward was to hear a little snicker in the same moment her favorite toy was shoved inside with a brutal touch again. Her eyes widened and her mouth yelled. She had already lost the ability to hold back tears and relax her forelegs, now struggling by bucking her hindlegs weakly while trying to jerk away her head from the fore hoof sealing her mouth. Octavia loved it...

“Oh really? Not zo fun anymore having your little toy ripping your slutty hole, huh?!” she scolded her marefriend and twisted the dildo carrying her own color. This was just the beginning of the punishment, after all. Her hoof covering Vinyl's mouth would soon get a new mission... right now.

In a quick move, Octavia pulled away her fore hoof from the white muzzle, only to charge it straight into the equally colored cheek. A bruise was born on it in the background of the unicorn's yelp. And at that moment, Octavia could finally feel her own pleasure awakening when the sight of her lover's tears after the mean punch appeared. This was definitely something she had been looking forward to the entire morning, even though they usually save this for late nights.

The same gray hoof pressed up Vinyl's throat to the wall, smacking it up while the other one kept shoving the hard rod up her ravaged preciousness. Octavia breathed deeply, enjoying every second at the cost of her pony's health and comfort. The pressure was gentle, only summoned to keep the neck firmly in place to the hard tiles.

Vinyl had however already lost her mood to participate in this. In usual cases, she would just bite the bullet and think of a better moment with her love, reminding herself why she did this. But it wasn't that easy this time, not after what Octavia said to her last night. That it perhaps wouldn't be so easy to forgive next time. It could only mean one thing, and she didn't approve it at all, it was just beyond her imagination of what horror really is. Something she wanted to avoid forever and ever after.

As the mean thrusting continued to bring discomfort to Vinyl, she opened her teary eyes and looked at the dark gray mane before lowering her scarlet eyes to the brighter tone. She could still speak without problems. “Octavia. Please... I don't want to... I.. I don't... want to!” she increased her voice from begging to demanding, showing that this was going from a game to something far worse.

Octavia felt her climax approaching when hearing that...

With a sinister grin and still arched eyebrows, she kept staring into her lover's eyes, burning with passion to continue this so she could get what she wanted so much. Suddenly, a higher pressure was added on the white throat, suffocating all pathetic noises from the puny vocal cords, just like the violator wanted. “Yes... beg, you disgusting son of a vhorse! You've brought this upon yourself!” she screamed with the eyes of a madpony melting Vinyl's inner emotions of security and love. This was not Octavia one and a half years ago, not even close.

Focusing all her physical might, she started to struggle for real, actually trying to break free from this nightmare. Her hindlegs started to kick violently, her forelegs grabbed Octavia's foreleg stuck to her neck, and her entire body started to squirm for everything she was worth.

But with no success, the weak and terrified muscles had no chance against the cellist's unrecognized might. Thus, she just held on to the gray foreleg in vain and her hindlegs kicked thin air without even scraping their intended targets. Octavia started to pant intensively, this was getting good for her now, way better then she had imagined it'd be this time. So without even the slightest thought about stopping, she slipped out the utterly soaked dildo and flipped it to point up at her own flower.

A stronger squeeze to the white neck, asphyxiating every bit of the warm air. More noises from the light gray mouth. Vinyl felt panic inside her head, screaming at her to struggle and squirm even more before she'd.... die? Would Octavia actually try to kill her lover just for the sake of her own pleasure? It wouldn't be so easily forgiven, no it wouldn't be so easily forgiven.... no it wouldn't.

“Ghhuu... hrrgghh... rho... crhhvi.... ahrh” her strangled voice tried to say in fear. She tried to say her lover's name. Her most beloved and dearest pony of them all. She didn't want to die, especially not by her hooves. She wanted to love her and be loved back. She didn't want this.

Octavia grimaced every now and then, her body jerked when she saw the horrified face of the only pony that ever had impressed her, that ever had loved her for who she was, not for her title. She couldn't help it, she wanted to see this wonderful spirit on the edge of life and death, she had to see and feel for herself how it was to be on the road of loosing her love.

The hoof pressed harder, ensuring that it only would take a few moments from now on before Vinyl would die. The voice kept repeating, doing its best in an increasingly mortified rate to beg for mercy. Her fire of life burned low, slowly dying as the forced sex brought out the anguish everypony had inside them. Vinyl was about to learn that fear truly was her best friend, it was currently the only thing that wanted to keep her alive...

Octavia groaned and twitched, enjoying the hard stimulation her slit received from Vinyl's toy while her eyes became tainted with the sight of a dying being. Yes, she was dying. Yes, she was about to disappear forever. Yes.... this turned Octavia on more then ever. The suffering, the torture, the fear of death, the brutal and unforgivable act. This was her way.

The thick dildo had spread the gray lips apart, walked deeper inside to touch every spot she knew was good for her. Her tight inner walls embraced its visitor, hugged it so hard to milk out ever inch that was inside her. And when she finally looked into the eyes of the silent and hardly moving Vinyl, she felt all warmth crawling up her body, teasing her brain in an instant when the imaginations and made up realities united to take her to that special place in the entire world.

Octavia's sweat broke from her forehead.

Vinyl's heart was just a second from stopping.

And then, in the blissful moment of a perfect stimulation, the earth pony mare grit her teeth as her eyebrows frowned. Vinyl slowly extended a shivering foreleg towards her love, unable to even touch her face once she couldn't stay alive anymore. All lust and desire gathered up in the light gray body and exploded when her female nectar poured out from her orifice of love.... and released Vinyl's throat exactly the second before she truly was doomed...

Sitting in the corner of the steamy cabinet, Octavia enjoyed the afterglow to the sound of Vinyl's gasping. She had escaped the clutches of death thanks to the early ejaculation of her lover just because it had been a while. However, when she looked at the almost suffocated pony laying flat on the tile floor, she developed concerns, understanding that what she said yesterday was true.

She was really that close to do something unforgivable. She almost actually killed Vinyl just for her own pleasure.

A few minutes had passed, the dildo was laying next to Octavia and had been there an equal amount of time since her orgasm. It was the best, a thing she wanted to do more then just this time. But she was even more sure that this unicorn wasn't open for that idea. However, she had to talk to her.

Leaning a little forward while embracing her hind knees in her sitting position, the cellist gulped to give herself a last moment for the best words. “Vinyl.... I knov I vent to far this time even though It...” she explained just a second before the mentioned mare cut her off like nothing. It wasn't with words or gesticulations.

Vinyl just gathered all her strength after the short moment of resting, got up on all four legs... and walked out from the cabinet. “Vinyl...” Octavia tried again without any success. The unicorn had with wobbling legs, due to the lack of oxygen, reached the bathroom door and unlocked it with her fore hooves. “Vinyl! Vait, please listen to me!” the earth pony tried again, raising her voice to show that she really wanted to talk about this. But once again ignoring the accented voice, Vinyl walked through the hotel room, trembling with a hanging head while she reached the door. “VINYL!!!” was the last thing she heard before the door slammed after her departure.

Defeated and brought to solitude, Octavia sighed while facehoofing, realizing too late that this had left a stronger mark on Vinyl the she even had imagined from the start. How could she even think that she would stay and listen after almost getting KILLED? Octavia deserved to be alone, she deserved to feel regrets, and she agreed to every part of it. It would take time before Vinyl even could look in her eyes again.

It was just like that moment one and a half year ago. And she hated herself for saying it at that time. Now, she could only curl together and suffer her mental pain...

In room 142, Bon Bon and Lyra had a visit from the most awkward silence there was while sitting around a little table in the kitchen of their hotel room. It was small and only came with a freezer, a microwave, a few cabinets on the wall and a sink hardly able to fit plates in it. But if they wanted some more, they just had to get down in the cafeteria or the restaurant of the hotel, where they could get anything between main dishes from deserts all on the expense of Octavia's parents.

However, they felt like taking a regular breakfast of daisy sandwiches from their own little bag they had brought for the travel from Ponyville to Manehattan. This was the last they had, so it would serve perfectly for a good and healthy meal. But the aura between the two equines was everything but good and healthy.

“Is everything alright, sweetie?” Lyra asked before taking another bite of the sandwich in her hooves, looking with deep concern at the cream earth pony wearing a less satisfied expression. “Yes... everything is alright. Nothing wrong at all...” she replied, still looking at her own treat resting on the plate.

Lyra knew she was a little too naive, but in this case she knew that something was wrong even if she couldn't put her hoof on exactly what. Was it that she bored her with the story of von Clef? Or perhaps the sandwiches she had made personally wasn't good enough? What else could it be?

The lime green unicorn was way more naive then she thought, and Bon Bon was fully aware of it. She didn't mind ignoring her problem, but she also felt it would be really nice to clean the air with some truth about last night. It wasn't the first time Lyra had failed with the little 'game'. And the saddest part was without doubt that Bon Bon wanted it to be more then just a 'game'. If her true wish could become true, it would be to have a really, then she meant really, brutal and merciless act of forced sex. It would be like rape, with her being treated like trash, a worthless piece of whorse who's only existence was for the pleasure of her violent lover. Beating, wounds, a little blood, some disarming while she struggled to get away for the sake of the ardor and ambiance...

That imagination she just pulled through her head made her smirk a little on accident as she picked up her sandwich and took a bite, unintentionally sending a signal to Lyra that everything really was okay. The unicorn swallowed her piece of bread and daisies, returning to what she actually wanted to talk about.

Her own grimace of a glad pony revealed itself as she put down the half-eaten treat on her plate. “By the way, wasn't it fun last night?”.

Bon Bon widened her eyes as the piece she had bitten off instantly fell down her throat and got stuck there. She dropped the sandwich and beat her own chest until she could cough it up in her mouth. Lyra flinched in shock until the earth pony finally got up the piece after a violent series of pounding with her fore hoof. “Oh my goodness! You sure you're okay?!” she exclaimed in horror of that something bad had happened anyways. Was it the sandwich after all?

The cream mare swallowed the sticky and mangled bread again, successfully getting it right this time. She panted as her forelegs pressed to the small table with its cloth of differently colored squares, this had taken too much on her nerves now, she had to do something before this conversation went from bad to worse.

After catching enough breath to talk, Bon Bon looked straight into her lover's terrified eyes. “Lyra, I think...”.

She didn't have much more time to say anything before the was a knock on the door. Both ponies looked at the door opening from the kitchen where you only could see the bedroom which was the biggest part of their hotel room. Both then looked at each other, waiting for the response any of them had the opportunity to give now. Finally, the earth pony mare tilted her head towards the noise of disturbance. Lyra knew that signal, it meant it was okay for her to go and open.

After a quick trot from her chair through the kitchen to the door in the bedroom, she cleared her throat and brought up a wonderful smile on her lips before pulling the handle on the door. As she now had found out who the visitor was, and what condition she was in.... her smile quickly turned upside down.

There she was, a shivering unicorn carrying a nasty bruise on the left cheek, a wet mane and coat, a mark from a hoof on her throat, and minor balance problem obviously connected with her heavy panting and utterly mortified and frowning scarlet eyes. Lyra gasped in shock once again, enticing Bon Bon to cock an eyebrow from the kitchen.

“Oh, no! W-what's happened to you, Vinyl?! Were you assaulted?! Where is Octavi...” she kept asking until the white mare carefully held up a fore hoof to stop her from saying anymore. As the other unicorn was silenced, the DJ could speak. “D-don't... just... don't. Can w-we talk outside?” her puny voice stuttered in a pleading tone. Lyra bit her lower lip and thought for a second, then realized quickly that her friend was in desperate need of help. In the next second, she looked over her shoulder. “Sweetie! I'll just go on a little walk with Vinyl! I'll be back soon!”.

“Okay!” the recognizable voice responded from the cozy room. At that moment, Lyra walked out of the room and closed the door behind her. Vinyl was in no condition to walk on her own, so as soon as the lime green lyrist had turned to her friend, she was greeted with the weight of a grown mare falling over her. Lyra yelped but managed to catch the heavy body over her back. But Vinyl could still talk, however. “Just... get me out... in the fresh... air...” she whispered between each silent breathe.

Dedicated to help her best friend, Lyra didn't waste any time on stupid questions and instead carefully walked down the hallway with the white unicorn laying over her back....

When they two unicorns had left, the door to room 142 creaked open again. A cream muzzle stuck out in the empty hallway, a snout that had seen more then Lyra knew of. Yes, Bon Bon had peeped from the kitchen and discovered what condition Vinyl was in. And minding that she probably had been in her room the entire day, and to add the fact that she didn't want to talk about Octavia.... could mean some things. The mare sneaked out from her room, curious to find out a little more about all of this.

But as soon as she closed the door, the elevator both ponies she knew of opened again. Her heart rate skyrocketed until she saw that it was just a cleaner of the hotel. A light yellow colt with a short, green and loose mane wearing a white shirt and cap. He had a floor mop and a bucket of water and detergent hanging from a belt around his waist, he was on his way to clean some of the rooms again. Bon Bon sighed out in relief and walked towards the door she looked for, but she had to pass him of course.

When the mare passed by, the colt gently nodded his head towards her and put down his tools on the floor in front of a temporarily vacant room. She smiled back and kept trotting down the hallway just when he was about to turn the key inside the lock and sing the new tune he had memorized so perfectly even thought the artist was from Germane and sang in his foreign language.

“Ich mach die Augen zu.... Wir sind allein. Ich halt sie fest, und keiner sieht sie weinen. Sie macht die Augen zu... sie wehrt sich nicht.... liebe ist für alle da... nicht für mich...“.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Author's Note:

Hope this chapter wasn't TOO strong for your taste, but I guess I'll find out in the comments/reviews later ^^'
I HATE spoiling what's going to happen in every chapter! But since there are so many haters, I must put a disclaimer telling exactly what the hay every update contains.
And speaking about the devil, all of you who reads this on DA have surely noticed that almost all of my chapters are gone, so I'll redirect you guys to fimfiction from now on in every update.

And yes, for all of you who knows rock and/or metal can surely find the little musical hints here and there (even if some of them requires knowledge about indie bands). As you also might have noticed, Octavia's accent has been significantly changed. And for all of you who still needs a little help to understand, here comes a quick list:

1. There are no “W” in the Russain language, so the can't even pronounce it (kinda cute, actually). Henceforth, all of those are replaced with “V” instead.

2. If you say “the” with a Russian accent, it's pronounced “tze” (it's even cuter!) so in order to simplify, I made it “ze” instead.

That is all so far, tell me if you want it differently.... but I won't make it less accented :( I frigging love it...

Brohoof on ya all!

“Liebe ist für alle da“ is made and own by Rammstein. I do NOT own this song, so please support the official band.