Tears of ecstasy

Previously: when Bon Bon tries to deny her interest for Octavia's violent fetish, she faints after overexerting her mind. When she later wakes up, she finds Lyra in a craze of total desperation and anguish after finding her lover unconscious on the hotel room floor. Since Bon Bon doesn't know about Lyra's tragic childhood, she ultimately strikes her marefriend to the ground due to her horrifying and aggressive behavior. When Lyra wakes up after a short blackout, she cant remember anything of what just happened. Meanwhile, Octavia and Vinyl finally seems to have resolved their previous conflict... or have they?

Erase / replay

Without the traces of nightmares or heavy memories in her sleep, Octavia could easily open her eyes and greet the new day that had passed onto her as a gift from Celestia's sun. With a light groan and a simple glance down at her chest, she could confirm that at least something was weighting her... literally.

In a fit slumber with an even more fitting smile on her lips, Vinyl had found much comfort in her lover's body. Like a pillow, Octavia served the unicorn as such under the blanket. It was a scene of cozy love, luckily a result of what happened last night after the two mares' rejoicing conversation. The light gray pony had used her kind side to actually do what Vinyl wanted, a gentle and heartwarming event of sweet love-making without any unnecessary violence aside from the eager and passionate devouring of said pony's flower. A gentle lick over her own lips, and the earth pony mare quickly caught the taste of her beloved unicorn's sacred nectar.

She liked the dirty thought of not brushing her teeth this morning just to keep the sample on her taste buds, but being a breed of the wealthy and refined society, she had no real choice but to obey her strict rules. Just like that, her good mood lost a chip.

“Vinyl....” she said gently in order to wake up the mentioned pony from her personal dreamworld, sadly not doing so very well.

“Mmh.... I don't wanna....” she grumbled and squirmed a little to nuzzle deeper into the light gray chest, rubbing her fore hoof over the tummy. Octavia knew what cute meant, and she had no plans on arguing with herself if that hit the roof or not. But cozy as her marefriend was, she intended on waking her. So another sooth of her voice it was, together with a kind hoof running through the blue streamed mane.

“Vi~inyl...” she repeated using a tune, tilting her head a little to the side.

“Mm... no.... I don't wanna...” the mentioned unicorn repeated too, somehow sounding more annoyed and unwilling. The earth pony cocked an eyebrow but kept her smile in a belief that she was just stubborn as usual. Her playfulness developed, creating an idea she usually wouldn't even think of using.

The hoof she just recently used to caress Vinyl's mane moved down her neck, continuing beneath the blanket down the soft white fur along her back. After stretching her foreleg as far as she could, Octavia finally felt the comfortable flank. She was convinced a little nice rubbing on the cutie mark would do the trick, minding how sensitive some ponies could be at that certain spot... like Vinyl.

And as the first move in the form of a slow and circular touch played out, the cellist expected her sweet little pony to moan or at least coo in delight.

But in a swing so fast and hard she couldn't react in time before it happened, Vinyl grit her teeth and frowned like terror had grasped her heart.

“No! I said I don't wanna!!” she cracked out as her foreleg flew up and struck a bulls-eye with force straight into Octavia's face...

Meanwhile in room 142, another unicorn and earth pony sat in front of each other by the breakfast table in the small kitchen, sharing the last sandwiches they had brought from Ponyville. Lyra enjoyed her piece while Bon Bon mostly stared at her marefriend like she was a criminal. It didn't take too long for the lime green mare to notice the unfriendly stare, especially not when she glanced up with her mouth full of bread and hay. For another four or five seconds, they gave the impression of participating in a game of who'd blink first.

“Whah esh ich, honhey?” Lyra asked without bothering to swallow. The addressed mare just narrowed her eyes and raised an eyebrow in response. It was not until after Lyra managed to understand the hint and gulped that Bon Bon understood the repeated question.

“What is it, honey?” she said much more clearly and licked her teeth to get rid of the sticky crumbles in her mouth, seeming much more concerned than she did just a second ago. But Bon Bon looked away and sighed.

“Nothing... It's just... or well, it is something...”.

With those words, Lyra frowned and put down the sandwich on her plate, leaning a little forward in a try to show her great interest and worry. The cream pony didn't feel much more secure even if she was pretty much convinced her marefriend wouldn't flip out in a repulsive act of desperation and murderous grimaces. However, she finally looked back at her for a second before shifting to the sandwich, the floor, sink and then back to Lyra.

“It's just.... what happened yesterday. You were so.... changed” Bon Bon explained very bluntly and gesticulated even more incoherent with her left fore hoof, it looked like she tried to wipe up dust in the air or something similar. The unicorn eventually looked away too, understanding what she talked about had to do with that memory-gap between opening the hotel room door and suddenly waking up in Bon Bon's embrace on the floor. Her mood fell down a notch as a gloomy expression dressed her muzzle.

“I'm sorry... whatever I did... I'm sorry for it, sweetie” she apologized which caught the earth pony's attention like a fish on a booby-trapped hook. In an instant, her own apologetic behavior was turned on when she saw the saddened face on her beloved mare.

“No! No, no, no! Lyra!” she exclaimed and waved for the unicorn to stop. “It's alright, I promise. I understand you were worried and it was probably nothing you've... ever seen before. But believe me: everything is alright! You're alright, I'm alright, nothing's...”.

“Bon Bon...” Lyra cut off.

In that instant, the mentioned pony halted and realized she was halfway up from her chair. Embarrassment whipped her back when she carefully sat down again, keeping the eye-contact disconnected by turning her entire head away. Now it was Lyra's turn to talk.

“Did I.... d-do something wrong?” she suddenly asked with a tone resembling the beginning of a sob. Bon Bon twitched an eye and established the eye-contact again. There she saw a lime green unicorn covering her snout with both fore hooves as soak contaminated her dry cheeks.

“N-no.... no, Lyra, no. You didn't...” Bon Bon had time to say and turn to her lover before the inevitable breakdown she had witnessed so many times before. It wasn't that insane and scary one, but the one with her regretting every word she just said.

“I'm.... I'm... so-ho-ho-ryyy!!” she burst and inhaled deeply for the next load of sobs to emerge. Bon Bon flew up from her chair and quickly grabbed the crying unicorn around the shoulders, receiving the sad muzzle leaning over her own shoulder. She could hear all the heartbreaking apologizes echoing all the way into her now tortured ears and her shoulder already taking a few drips of salty tears, that was her punishment for bringing up such a subject to the sensitive and naive mare in her grasp.

A light sigh escaped her own mouth, together with the furrowed eyebrows showing exactly how tired Bon Bon was of this. Now waited another ten minutes of consoling her marefriend and convincing her to stop crying...

A light gray hoof moved over the wounded snout, touching carefully while moving around to feel if there were any sensitive spots which could indicate a more internal source of damage. The reflection from the bathroom mirror helped Octavia guide her hoof as she stared angrily at it.

“Vhen I for once shov you kindness vithout you asking for it, you punch my face?” she asked as her accented voice traveled all the way to Vinyl who sat on the bed in shame.

“Heh... sorry, Octy” the white unicorn replied, hanging over the edge in a crooked position with her forelegs resting over her lap. The foreign mare snorted and finished her check-up, not being able to find any more casualties aside from the little piece of paper covered in blood in the sink. She flickered her snout and exited the small room to face her lover sitting completely still. She looked at the sight without any grimace of anger.

“It ez alright, my little Vinyl... I can see you had a.... er... vhat ez it called?” she asked since her memory failed to serve.

“Nightmare?” Vinyl answered while glancing up.

“Ah, yes. A nightmare. There ez no need to vorry about that...” she explained and walked closer to Vinyl, about to change the indifferent line her lips formed. “... because after last night, I'm almost in ze mood again...”.

A hoof reached out to caress the white cheek as Octavia almost touched muzzles with her lover. It was there her sly smile revealed itself, just a few inches away from Vinyl's lips.

“So let us say that you ove me again...” she ended and let go of the cheek. Sadly, that last sentence didn't bring any exaltation nor piece to the unicorn's heart. Instead she frowned in worry and followed Octavia as she walked past her. No, she didn't plan on letting that deal slip away to safety.

“Um, Octy? About that...” she began and scratched her neck while smiling sheepishly. She felt a little uncomfortable when her scarlet eyes couldn't hide behind those thick shades which currently resided on the little table next to the bed. And just like that her feeling of comfort and relaxed ambiance was ruined when the cellist froze.

Octavia looked over her shoulder to see Vinyl turning around in the bed while still sitting on her behind, truly doing her best to explain this after her best ability to reason. The earth pony then turned around when she understood there was going to be a protest about her 'game' even though she had promised to never be so rough ever again after the incident in the shower. A very vile and sinister clue whispered its theory to her.

“You see....” Vinyl said and soon had the image of walking over a field full of lethal traps in her head. “I've been thinking and wanted to discuss something with you.... about the... er, 'game', you know”.

The suspense grew tighter as Octavia continued to listen. “Yes...?”.

She could likewise have bucked her in the gut with that question, because suddenly Vinyl felt all courage to take up her subject washing away with that indifferent stare from her marefriend. She bit her lower lip and glanced everywhere in the room, trying to find new hopes of keeping her will to talk alive. After just a short moment of reconsideration...

“Um... you know what? Never mind, it was nothing important anyways” she avoided to further the subject.

But Octavia could practically feel the scent of how much Vinyl lied, it didn't really require a genius to figure that out even if she could be pretentious about that sometimes. She knew Vinyl was almost ready to beg for her to quit with the little game of being a violent lover just for her own pleasure. And yes, she understood it was a big deal for her too, but why bringing it up so soon? It was a question Octavia allowed to slip by for now. However, she couldn't avoid getting disappointed even if Vinyl had her reasons, good reasons too.

“Very vell, then..” she shrugged and did her best to not start showing her annoyance by facial expressions. The unicorn mare sighed through her nostrils, disappointed in herself for not taking up the guts to actually talk about her and Octavia's still remaining problem.

Octavia glanced in the upper corner of her eyes for second. “Say... vhy don't ve go breakfast?” she asked without noticing what she just said.

“What?” Vinyl replied.

“I said... vhy don't we go breakfast?” Octavia repeated after her sigh.

Vinyl muffled her giggle behind the smirking lips.

“Vhat?” the earth pony asked as her own eyebrow asked what the big deal was by raising itself.

“You mean go TO breakfast? Pfft...tha ha ha ha!!” the DJ suddenly laughed heartily and fell down on her side in the bed, crossing her forelegs over the chest to contain the teasing laughter. Octavia, however, felt like crossing her forelegs around Vinyl's neck and choke her. But instead, a snort blew from her snout as she rolled her eyes.

“You done laughing?” she asked and took a step towards the bed, glaring playfully at her lover rolling around in the bed. And after that question, Vinyl felt like stopping now, fully aware she was pushing Octavia's correctly wrong buttons. An epiphany struck her blind until she managed to kill the laughter and sit up again. She kept the mask on, knowing Octavia would get suspicious if she looked desperate to stop.

Sadly, the cellist already knew. Thus her very reason to be even more disappointed. It was at that moment Vinyl was supposed to continue so she could jump her... and do all those fun things. A shade fell over Octavia's eyes when she turned back to the door and started fantasizing about the punishment.

The elevator to the lobby opened to let out the two mares who sought for the restaurant where the breakfast was supposed to be served like so many times before.

“... And I'm just saying, Lyra, that I need a little more than just a hay sandwich. There's nothing wrong with them, didn't you see me eating it after..... uh, yeah... when I ate it?” Bon Bon reasoned as she and the lime green unicorn walked down the hallway with the long and fancy carpet.

“If you say so...” Lyra said without seeming to care much more. But that was just a trap for Bon Bon to walk over so she could further this subject. She was just so worried there was something wrong with them. It could have been anything, perhaps the amount of hay, the dryness of the bread, the way she had packed them...

In the midst of Lyra's self-torment, the cream pony right next to her widened her eyes as something very unpleasant got stuck in her sight. In a sweep, she gently pushed Lyra around.

“Er, you know what? I'm not hungry after all...” she quickly stated which woke up the unicorn so she could look over her shoulder and see. She wasn't shocked, more pleased and glad.

“Hey, look! There's Vinyl and...” she had time to say.

“As I said, not very hungry after all. Let's go back and snuggle in the bed, okay?” Bon Bon fought for her life to not live to tell about the possible outcome. But no matter how much she resisted, Lyra had a hidden ability of summoning strength at the most random of times. Before the earth pony knew of it, the other mare had turned around together with her and were both now on rout to the very table where their friends sat.

“Come, let's eat with them!” Lyra suggested without actually wondering if Bon Bon had any problems with it. And when said victim of terror realized that, she decided to play along. The absolutely worst thing that could happen now was if Lyra found out about yesterday. Now her only wish rested on Octavia's shoulders for her to not even breathe the word. In the end, she put on the fake smile and nodded in agreement on the way.

Over at the small table made for two, Vinyl who had her shades on again looked over Octavia's shoulder and happily waved at the two equines she saw. The light gray mare quickly looked and turned back her head, just to widen her eyes and look at one of the approaching ponies again. In that unspoken moment, Bon Bon's wish was just returned right back at her.

“Ey, Lyra! What's up, Bon Bon!” the smiling unicorn said and pushed up her glasses for a second to see the mares in all their grace. Octavia smiled sheepishly, her pupils smaller than dots as she weakly waved a fore hoof too, just like Bon Bon who looked the exact same.

“P...p-privet*...” she welcomed and luckily avoided Vinyl's attention.

“Dude, you should have told us you were having breakfast too. We would've picked another table, wait let's do that!” Vinyl went on, quickly supported by Lyra who already had seen one not far away from them.

Done and done, the four mares walked just a few meters past the other fancy ponies enjoying their expensive treats around the small tables. Soon they all pushed out a chair and sat down around the larger table made for four. Unfortunately for two of them, Bon Bon and Octavia got to sit in front of each other next to their respective marefriend. None said a word, even if their minds screamed in pain and agony.

Vinyl and Lyra got straight down to talking, sharing their stories without mentioning the unnecessary parts, just how they felt on the surface and what they thought about the hotel in general. Meanwhile, the two others tried to think of anything else than talking to each other. Perhaps looking away or joining Lyra and Vinyl in their conversation? And just as both mares had the exact same idea and turned their heads to the other mares, the white one looked at them both in a flash.

“Hey, guys, me and Lyra are just going out to take a smoke. You two will be fine, right?” she said and got up from her chair together with the mentioned equine. Octavia's tongue fell over and Bon Bon's crashed into the upper row of teeth, preventing them both to protest while their lovers stood up and kissed them on the cheek.

“Order for us while we're gone, will ya!” Vinyl sad as she and her friend disappeared out the exit.

Octavia and Bon Bon had tried discretely to reach out after their lovers, but suddenly glanced at each other and saw the silly position they both sat in, looking like they tried catching something. In an instant they sat still and leaned back on their chairs, pretending there was no problem at all with them sitting all alone.

A sudden synchronization existed between the mares as they both grabbed a menu from the table to read. Their eyes moved in straight lines from left to right, occasionally disturbed by a glance over the edge to see the other one doing the exact same. Suddenly they put away the menus, finding no reason to sit and pretend reading anymore. Their forelegs went from crossed to relaxed in the lap, gently drumming on the knees while looking away in the corner of the eye. Both tried to figure out which god's mean plan it was to bring them together again. Celestia, Luna or perhaps even Discord?

It didn't take much more than another second for them to finally realize what in the actual hay they were doing. Octavia sighed and rested her head on her supporting foreleg pressed to the table, amazingly not imitated by Bon Bon.

“Zo... you vant to talk about yesterday?”.

“That'd be lovely...” Bon Bon replied with an exhausted sigh.

A cool breeze blew through the warm air, soon defiled with an even healthier dose of tobacco, nicotine and hundreds of other chemicals and substances meant to kill if collected in larger amounts. The smoke shot out from Vinyl's lips as she adjusted the cigarette to the other corner of her mouth. She loved the slowly growing satisfaction in her brain, rushing through her senses to bless the stressed parts into a temporary nirvana of relaxation. Of course she knew it was just the nicotine talking, not her actually basic needs. Sadly, that's why it's called an addiction just like food, air and sleep.

Lyra beheld the location they used for Vinyl's need, an empty parking lot behind the hotel with just a few carriages scattered a little everywhere on the white markings. There were nopony else than them right now since everypony were inside enjoying their breakfast, of course only if the rich upper-classes found the generosity to give their presence to all 'regular' ponies outside their rooms.

“So is everything really alright, Vinyl?” the lime green unicorn asked as she turned her head from the dead area before her. The other unicorn glanced at her best friend and thought, consulting with herself if it really was that safe sharing her relationship problems with a technical outsider after all.

Of course it was.

“Well.... after what happened yesterday, me and Octy talked about it. We were cool about it, I guess” she explained, leaving so much room for a 'but' that Lyra almost added it herself. “ But I actually wanted to talk more, even if she pretty much just got on with it”.

Lyra cocked an eyebrow, fearing her suspicion was perfectly true.

“You mean she...” the naive mare allowed Vinyl to finish that sentence.

“Could do it again, yeah” Vinyl ended without any facial sign of concern, just another puff from the cigarette.

A new ambiance took place as Lyra understood that Vinyl still wasn't safe from the clutches of that obviously horrible mare Octavia. She didn't like it at all, not even one bit. Knowing her best friend much well could end up dead was...

“You must do something, Vinyl! If you can't call the guards, at least break up with her!” she exclaimed and walked up to the white unicorn with determination as her argument, using her most intensive look of worry. Vinyl looked at her friend who she knew didn't plan on dropping this subject until she at least had a valid argument to not care so much about it. The DJ didn't find those arguments. Instead she turned around so Lyra walked up right next to her, keeping the stare.

“Relax, Lyra. You if anypony knows how much I can take...” Vinyl sighed.

The mentioned mare jerked her head back, gulping in the process when she realized what her friend talked about. It was no pleasant story, exactly that kind she couldn't stand or tolerate that it actually existed. She had subconsciously suppressed most of the past and buried it like a dead body in a secluded grave. Sadly, memories can rise from the grave unlike ponies.

Vinyl looked at her friend again, keeping them there for a few seconds so she could send the message of what her point actually was. But since she knew how Lyra worked, another thing had to be mentioned. Something she also knew about Lyra.

“You remember when we were little fillies... and always found a place to hide at?” she asked with a playful smile, virtually radiating the lust she still remembered from that age. Lyra widened her eyes right before the blush on her cheeks heated up. After a nervous glance up in the corner of her eyes, she smiled too, even giggling.

“Ehee hee hee... yeah, but that was a long time ago. We hardly even knew what we did back then” Lyra said with her naivety convincing her that 'we' didn't only include herself. Vinyl, however, rolled her eyes as a nagging feeling of guilt attacked her briefly. Despite that, she could still smile.

Even if the memories reflecting in her scarlet eyes recalled themselves in an instant, lasting much longer than just briefly...

Seven years ago, Vinyl's apartment.

A cloudy day covered the skies of Equestria once again like so many times before, the perfect reason for why the white teenage unicorn filly known as Vinyl Scratch decided to hurry back after another day of school together with her best friend and.... well, only her.

She couldn't hide the fact that many ponies had decided to follow the prejudices they had heard about her, that the stallion and mare who brought her to the world were nothing but meth-muzzles. It was painful to hear, knowing it meant something bad, that you were a low-life who had fallen to the grasp of a drug that kills ponies everyday. She hated the rumors, she hated the other foals, and there was only one other thing she hated more than anything else.

The truth.

As she reached the door located on the first floor of the southern apartment block, she opened it to get met by the thick air choking the life out of her. She didn't cough, however. That disgusting and unhealthy air had been by her side for many years, and she always saw it from the bright side; you could just open a window.

“Hi mom, hi dad...” she said weakly and walked through the short hallway to the door at the right, not actually caring if her parents heard her. However, they did.

“Vi~inyl!” another voice called out from the living room around the left corner of the hallway. The mentioned filly pretended she didn't hear that and just kept going towards her room, carrying that gloomy expression she simply couldn't lose. But she was not to be left alone just yet.

“Vi~iny~yl!” she voice called with a more seductive and lengthy tone.

“What?” the filly returned after tensing her shoulders in annoyance.

“Come and give daddy a hug and kiss...” the male voice said, using a more gleeful tone.

“Dad, for the love of Celestia, I'm...”.

“Viny~yl...”.

“Ugh, fine!”.

So close, Vinyl thought as she accepted defeat and walked down the remaining part of the hallway to enter the small living room. It wasn't much to look at, just enough room for a sofa, a coffee table and perhaps a plant in a corner or so. Aside from that, there was lots of space between the table and the balcony door of glass. If you'd open them, there would be a little lawn that needed some attention, minding the high grass.

As soon as Vinyl turned around the corner, she immediately looked at the sofa where she knew her father would be, Live Record. She was greeted by a set of drowsy and bloodshot eyes, right beneath the horn hidden in the heavily untamed dark green mane and the pale gray coat. His scent was so clear you had to lack a sense of smell to miss it, a defiled and thick aroma of whatever was in his illegal pipe.

“Eeey, there she is.... Vinyl the.... er.... uh, something... he he he. Come here and give your old man a hug!” the elder stallion cheered and opened his forelegs.

Vinyl sighed and facehoofed, what was in her sight right now certainly didn't please her even the slightest. So instead of obeying her father, who couldn't think straight even if he had an arrow pointing him in the right direction, she let the fore hoof pressed to her face get dragged down along her snout to show the disappointment.

“Daddy, what the buck are you doing?! You told me you'd stop smoking that stupid shit at least before dinner!” the female unicorn scolded her father. She was too mature to not understand the scene displayed here, something her father seemed to have forgotten.

“Whu... what? No, Vinyl! I... I swear to Luna I don't know what you're... er, talking about... yeah. Daddy hasn't been smoking, he pro...” he tried to say with his forelegs in the air until Vinyl decided to cut this bullshit.

Without words, she pointed at the live joint smoking up in the ashtray on the table.

Live Record looked at what his daughter pointed at, realizing quite soon he had been busted, even if it seemed totally unimaginable to him. He scratched his neck and looked awfully sorry back at Vinyl.

“Heh.... eh, that's not mi-”.

“DAD, FOR BUCK SAKE!!!” Vinyl roared at her father, causing him to twitch and hide his face behind his hooves.

“Sorry, sweetie! I'm sorry! Daddy just... needed to cool down his bad anger, that's all... chill...” he excused again, however catching the panting Vinyl's attention this time. She furrowed her eyebrows as the apology she just heard actually was new. Thus, she leaned towards her father to look clearly in his widened pupils.

“What anger? What are you...”.

She halted herself when the nice and fine silence could be heard better, and what was breaking it. Her ears flipped up as she heard that faint sound coming from another room. The pale stallion curled up in the sofa and turned his muzzle away from the sound, knowing exactly what it was and why he hated it. He wasn't alone, because Vinyl widened her eyes and grit her teeth as she recognized it.

Her mother's moaning from the bedroom...

In an instance, she turned to the only other door in the living room and bucked it open, using the frustration as fuel for her strength. Once the door hit the wall, she stepped inside the bedroom to see what she feared the most but also had seen before.

Yes, that was her mother laying on her back in the bed, and yes, that was a random stallion she had never seen before, holding the mare's hindlegs up as he looked over his shoulder in the middle of a thrust into her...

“Get off my mom, you freak!” she roared yet again and charged at the stallion, grabbing him around the waist while he still was shocked and tossed him to the floor, resulting in a hard thud.

“Ouch! Wait, what the... I'm not done yet!” the stranger protested as he got up on his hooves.

“You've done enough! Now get the buck out before I bust your neck, you disgusting... ARGH!!”.

As Vinyl took out her rage on the scared male by beating his back, the mare in bed quickly pulled the bed sheet over herself, trying to hide from her scary daughter. Before another set of seconds had occurred in a row, the frightened stallion had rushed out the main door and escaped Vinyl who kept chasing him all the way to the entrance just so she could close it. As she walked back, her father got up from his bed and shook his head.

“Vinyl, why did you chase him away? He was...” he had time to say until the white unicorn with the blue raved mane ripped off her shades and glared angrily at him with eyebrows so arched it looked like she literally was going to kill him. The stallion flinched, giving Vinyl enough time to grab him around the neck with her right fore hoof and drag him inside the bedroom. He didn't struggle nor said anything, knowing he'd probably get a beating just like the visiting stallion. Soon he was dragged to the bed where her mother still remained in and pushed him into it.

The bed springs squeaked as he landed on the soft underlay, but soon silenced as Vinyl slammed the bedroom door without exiting it, she had something to do right now.

She got up on her hindlegs and slammed her fore hooves to the door, leaning like that with a hanging head until the two adult ponies glanced at each other and then back at Vinyl.

“Mom...” she uttered, implying on the light blue mare with the white, short-cut mane only long enough to hide the bottom of her ears, Spring Break.

“Dad...” she then added, causing the pale gray stallion Live Record to grab his head like he suffered a headache. Meanwhile, Vinyl got down on all four and put away the shades before turning to her parents.

Tears in her eyes.

“C-can't you both see... where this is going? I can take dad's lies and his.... b-bucking stubbornness to never quit, but.... b-but, mom!” she exclaimed to send a ripple of shame at the grown mare. “How in Equestria can you just continue selling your body for that shit?! Do you understand what the hay goes through my head when I see some random idiot stallion fucking you? And you just take it? DO YOU?!”.

The tears flew away from her exposed, scarlet eyes as she shook her head every time she raised her voice. The mare and stallion flinched several times, experiencing that painful moment when they had to feel submissive to somepony who once was their little foal.

“Don't you bucking get it?! Do you know what they say at my school? They are spreading rumors that I know where to get a fix! That you can just go up to me, ask for the good stuff and I'll give them some! THERE WAS EVEN ONE BUCKING IDIOT WHO ACTUALLY DID IT!!!”.

Vinyl's throat was sore, already exhausted and practically torn to pieces by her own rage. She knew what she did, and it was the only aggregation she received after the haunting images still throbbing inside her head. Seeing that stallion rut her mother, making her moan in delight just because her body says it's good when her mentality screams and squirms in pain. To let her husband sit in the next room so he can hear the random stranger sexually abusing his wife, enjoying her like it's everyday business.

The shame...

“You're ruining your lives! And my life too, you know! I love you because you're my parents, but that's also it! If I weren't your daughter, I'd bucking send the guards after your flanks! And sometimes I actually wonder if we really are mother, father and daughter, because you spend all your bits on those.... bucking drugs!”.

She stomped her way to the bed, scaring the two ponies in bed enough to make them both crawl back. Their tired eyes focused on Vinyl, afraid to drop the contact since everything she said just hurt on the inside.

As soon as Vinyl could do more than cry for food because she was hungry as a foal, she always had to take care of everything. Taking out the trashes, do the dishes, cleaning the apartment, getting the groceries and everything else needed to make this an at least livable home.

But not any more, now this place was filled with thick air, lies, broken promises and the pure fact that Vinyl's mom was a drug-addicted whorse. Kind words and subtle implements were no such things needed in her world. Spring Break the earth pony, sold her body for bits, only to smoke them up later to deafen the pain after her multiple sessions. It was a shame really, she once used to be a beautiful equine who caught an ambitious young colt who fell in love with her at first sight.

The sorrow...

“I hate this. You've both promised me so many darn times you'd quite lying and whorsing around and get real jobs! But, no! Let's just continue what we are so bucking good at and forget about the little filly whose crying because she's hungry!!”.

Vinyl talked about all those countless times her parents had run out on bits and not been able to feed their daughter, a truth they both wanted to forget since the ache penetrated their souls all the way to the marrow of their bones. Seeing their now little older Vinyl getting this furious was nothing new, but it was an absolute horror only outmatched by the next one. They were so close on losing everything until Spring Break finally came up with the desperate and easy idea, as long as she just had an attractive body, it'd be fine. But the sad fact was that Vinyl would much more like to die than forcing her parents to this just for her sake. All because of her.

The pain...

“And the worst part of them all is that I'm the one scolding you! I'm the child, I'm supposed to get scolded! But here we are, ME SCREAMING AT YOU!!”.

The unicorn panted while gritting teeth, finally dry on things to say after screaming for almost a full minute. She kicked over the ball to her parents now, waiting for their failing arguments to try convince her they told the truth this time. But unless they said the drugs had imprisoned them forever, she wouldn't believe them.

Spring Break looked down at the bed sheet she still held in her fore hooves, realizing how pathetic she looked together with her husband. Yes, she knew what prison she had fallen into. But a mere epiphany wouldn't help when it came to something that brought such awesome kicks to her spiritual feeling and physical awareness.

Of course... that was a long time ago. When Live Record, who still only was her coltfriend, had visited a cousin in Hamsterdam and brought home a few souvenirs. What seemed like innocent cigarettes had turned her life upside-down ever since, slowly consuming her free will and made her into another slave of unnecessary addictions.

She decided to keep her muzzle shut, knowing Vinyl had more braincells intact than she did. However, the awful guiltiness still nagged like never before. And she knew just the cure for it... as soon as Vinyl would go away.

“Ugh, why am I doing this for the twenty-eleventh? Since I know you're both just gonna sit her and feel guilty for another five or ten minutes and then go back to lighting another one of your 'fun-sticks', I'll go hang out with Lyra for the rest of the night...” Vinyl stated and turned away to put on her shades again and walk to the door. But already after her first step she heard a voice from the pony she least expected to do such a brave thing.

“I'm glad you have Lyra”.

The filly unicorn stopped dead in her tracks and staid like that for another amount of seconds. That was her father, saying what he felt like saying after getting the usual scolding from his daughter to prove that he still was something. Vinyl looked over her shoulder to see exactly that grown stallion carrying the gloomiest eyes perfectly decorating his even sadder lips. He had the courage to open his mouth, but not to look at her.

“You've always had your friend Lyra when... when we haven't been enough. And I understand that, because we might not be...” he paused and finally looked at his beloved daughter. “... t-the best parents in the world. But I know... for sure that no matter what happens... no matter how much we ruin our lives....”.

Another pause so they all could inhale and then exhale, eyes still connected.

“We will always be your parents... and we love you, Vinyl” he finished, feeling he had relieved his heart and at least won back some hope and faith from his daughter. The mare next to him smirked, agreeing to that truth as she also looked at her little filly.

Vinyl smiled with a fresh tear falling down her cheek.

“Dad, that was...” she said casually as she slowly walked to the door and opened it. Her heart filled itself to the brim with her own truth and complete honesty towards those words. She hated the truth, especially the honesty. But in cases like this, she had to accept and swallow what was given to her in life.

“That was touching... the FIRST time you said it....”.

With those words, Vinyl held back the additional tears and slammed the door behind her, leaving the two adult ponies in their loneliness, she didn't plan on coming home for a little while.

She had been forced to live with this her entire foalhood, always fed up with lies and promises dying on the executioner's block when she one after another thought they were all true and released from an inevitable life of condemnation. She hated her family, but...

She hated herself even more for still believing and hoping for them.

Along the way to Lyra's apartment, she took off her shades and wiped away the soak ruining her cool expressions.

She had to hide the traces of her broken home.

After all, she wanted to look good for the pony she pretended was her fillyfriend...

As she inhaled another polluted breath of air and smoke, Vinyl kept her eyes on the mare she currently thought about, beholding the elegance of naivety and gullible dumbness balanced into one single subject standing on four hooves. She could see Lyra tilting her head up a little and close her eyes to enjoy the cool breeze floating through her muzzle and mane, something she couldn't deny she still found incredibly sexy.

If she just would have found the courage so many years ago, she might have been able to just walk up to Lyra now and kiss her on the lips, using the tongue and all and be fully justified to do so. She would grab her flank and slowly wrestle her down to the ground in a lustful hugging.

But no, Vinyl thought and looked away. She was convinced Lyra wouldn't feel the same way back like she did. It was just a crush, a silly-filly crush never meant to be. Just like Lyra said recently, she didn't know what they did back then. It always brought a little ache to her heart every time she reminded herself how impossible it was, and how jealous she actually was at Bon Bon when she stole Lyra from her...

“What are you thinking about?” Vinyl suddenly heard from her best friend. After a simple shrug she cleansed her heart to continue on the subject at hoof.

“I was wondering how I'm supposed to be able to trust Octavia when I couldn't even trust my own parents...”.

Lyra noticed the clever trap she just had walked into. Thus, she looked at the white unicorn and tried to escape it after her best capabilities.

“Aha.... by the way, how are your parents doing?” she asked.

“I dunno. Last thing I heard from them was they were going to rehab...”.

“Oh my, isn't that goo-”.

“For the fourth time....”.

They suddenly fell into a silent state again. Lyra didn't find any will to keep talking, and Vinyl was done with her cigarette anyways as she crushed it beneath a hoof. Soon she suggested they should walk inside again, an idea the lime green equine smiled and nodded at.

“Okay, so let's state the obvious now... to get this straight” Bon Bon said with a sigh over the table, preparing Octavia to listen and answer correctly after each statement.

“You like to be, let's say 'overly dominant', in bed”.

“Yes...”

“And I like to be.... 'overly...”

“I think it vill be easier if you just say 'raped', dear Bon Bon”.

The mentioned earth pony mare twitched her entire body when that vulgar word escaped Octavia's lips. After a cringe and serious grit, she glared at the light gray pony for a brief moment.

“Fine, yes.... raped. You like to pretend you're raping and I happen to like being raped so...” she said until the cellist cut her off again.

“Pretend to be raped... or... actually raped?” Octavia asked as she brought together her fore hooves over the table in a manner of speculation and serious conversation.

It had been a while since she could talk this openly about such a taboo subject due to her social circuits, a rare and very intriguing treat for her. But for Bon Bon, this was already so unnerving she didn't know where to go soon. This was the first time she had found somepony to talk equally open to about her fetish, a rare but none the less delicate subject. They had one thing in common: both found great pleasure in letting out the steam by simple talking about it.

“Uuh.... well, It's hard to say. I'd have to pretend being unwilling for it to actually be a 'rape'... but I suppose it's true” the cream mare answered the question while glancing in every corner of her eyes.

“Mhm... to vhat limit, that is? You said impressive things yesterday” she continued, pulling the string labeled forwardness. Bon Bon furrowed her eyebrows and looked around her one last time, ensuring nopony was close enough to hear. As she leaned over the table and brought up a hoof to her mouth, Octavia understood she wanted to whisper this. She leaned forward too and listened carefully.

“To be honest, my ultimate fantasy has always been...” she paused and gulped.

“... Having a really tight collar in a leash around my neck while my forelegs are tied behind my back with ropes so thick they cut into my flesh. And that the pony raping me h-hits me over and over until I... bleed from several places”.

Octavia kept listening as Bon Bon took her time to breath in again and continue.

“I want her to... to scream at me, calling me degrading things like I'm... a-an actual whorse, treating me like trash only meant to be fucked while strangling me. And sometimes she even... cuts off pieces from my mane and tail just to destroy me further...”.

The listener held her expressionless face, seeming heavily unimpressed.

“And when she's done with me... my butt is covered in red lashes, I can hardly breath, my... pussy and ass is completely ravaged and my entire body hurts. I can still... taste my rapist's cum in... my mouth while she prepares to just... leave me like that...”.

Then Bon Bon took one last breath while Octavia still didn't move any facial muscle.

“But before she leaves.... she... s-she tosses a bit from her hoof at me.... like... the ch-cheap whorse... I... am...”.

As the cream mare closed her eyes and leaned back with hot crimson cheeks, she breathed out like the largest boulder ever created by ponykind fell from her heart. She had never been able to say all that in a row to anypony, especially not Lyra. And even if it was an impossible dream, she still fantasized about it every now and then with a hoof between her thighs.

It was not until then Bon Bon heard the sound of something metallic breaking.

She opened her eyes from the supportive chair and saw the spoon made out of metal in Octavia's fore hooves. Half of the hard tool was in her left while the rest was in her right. She had with unimaginable strength managed to break it in half after Bon Bon had finished talking. And just as she was about to get shocked, she accidentally glanced at the crimson blushes on the foreign mare's cheeks. Her grimace spoke of arousal and an extreme disturbance in concentration, a twig of brain activity had been snapped just like the spoon in her hooves.

“That... vas a little more interesting than I expected...” she said with a strong refusal to meet Bon Bon's eyes, keeping her muzzle away at all costs to prevent that single eye-contact to not make her do something she'd regret. All focus was put on that suddenly highly interesting corner of the restaurant, her only escape route.

Bon Bon looked at her sides while chewing on her lips in an attempt to do the same. She didn't know if what she just said was all a big lie or the cold, daring truth making its approach from the darkest and most lustful parts of her brain...

She blushed since the second option sounded way more possible.

“So... what are we going to do?” the cream mare asked which encouraged the other mare to finally meet her eyes after discretely putting back the fork where she picked it up from the napkin on the table.

“Do? Vhat ve are going to do? Ve are going to stop talking about this silly nonsense and eat our breakfast like nothing just happened! Okay?” Octavia stated in desperation, hiding her excitement and another definitively more embarrassing fact. She had become vulnerable when such an occasion sat right in front of her, practically begging to get used and beaten up just the way she liked it. It was incredible, she was perfect! Everything she wanted to do was like copied from Octavia's wish list, aside from that last part with the bit which had passed her radar of desire without getting discovered.

Bon Bon stared at her friend, somehow losing control of what she was supposed to do because of her excitement over finding positive response. Just one single thought echoed in her mind, and it would be something she had practiced so many times before on her marefriend but never succeeded with.

“What if I don't?” Bon Bon asked boldly, sitting straight up in her chair with hanging forelegs.

“Vhat?” Octavia returned like she just had been told she looked like a disgrace.

“Yeah. What if I just tell Vinyl everything we talked about recently? That her friend gave you a lady-boner out of this world and that you're tempted to cheat on her?”.

Octavia narrowed her eyes as confusion gave a high bid on her thoughts, but the winner was her frustration and fear. And also a little to what the hay 'lady-boner' meant.

“A-are you out of your mind? Then Lyra vill find out too!” she argued with her forelegs towards the pouting Bon Bon.

“Peh! Lyra will just cry a little and then pretend I never said it the next day as long as I apologize. I'm on dry land in difference from you”.

“You vouldn't dare....”.

“Oh, yeah? What you gonna do about it?”.

“I... I vill....”.

“Will what? Pronounce better, miss I'm-a-rich-filly-from-MosCow-and-my-daddy-gives-me-everything-I-want”.

After that extraordinary long name, a moment of absolute zero degrees sheer cold froze Octavia's body, just so it could burst in an eruption of boiling hot rage tensing her muscles. She gasped with wide eyes...

… and slapped Bon Bon's muzzle with all her physical force.

Everypony in the restaurant heard the air cracking into an uncomfortable sound, and in the next moment they could all witness the earth pony mare Octavia von Clef standing up on her hindlegs, leaning over the table with a pose worthy a boxer as the other earth pony mare Bon Bon fell off her chair and landed on the hard floor. Silence echoed out the shock from the fancy snobs and upper-classes.

Octavia inhaled deeply through her nostrils as she stared with glower eyes on her friend. Bon Bon shook her head and dried her lips to discover the stain of blood on her hoof. They were meant to continue being hostile, perhaps even scream at each other before continuing their savage competition. Or at least that was what the rich ponies in the restaurant expected, it most certainly would be a show to tell about, minding one of the involved was the heir to the von Clef family. Dirt like this would be worth much.

In fact even more worth if they could hear Bon Bon's aroused breathing or see Octavia's strong blush. They both had a strong injection of excitement pumping through their veins at that moment after Bon Bon's successful taunting had brought out what she sough for so much. The masochistic one had been struck so hard she bled, and the sadistic one had felt her hoof hitting a pony's face. The reality of this fact was so strong they both actually woke up and remembered what just happened.

“Heh... sorry, everypony! There was er... a fly on my face and... and my friend here accidentally hit my face... instead when trying to get rid of it. He he...” Bon Bon said out loud with the clean fore hoof in the air, doing her best to hide the even more horrible fact than the one the ponies suspected them for. However, none of it was good.

The upper-class ponies remained quit for another moment until one of the mares from the society of wine tasting broke it.

“Ah ha ha ha! Well, I'd say, you must have made a grotesque miscalculation then, miss von Clef” a chubby pink mare said as her table company chuckled in an insistent tone. Soon half the restaurant joined the light laughing and one after another turned back to their treats while Bon Bon flipped up her chair and sat on it again.

Octavia's reflex to hide facts caused her to immediately sit down and hide her lower muzzle with both fore hooves. She looked at Bon Bon who fixed her navy blue and pink striped mane, noticing the faint strain of blood on her lip. A healthy dose of guilt washed over her, along with the sad truth she actually regretted every ounce of force used in that slap.

“B-bon Bon, vhy did you...” she was about to ask, unable to understand why the mentioned pony voluntarily saved her when she had her cold with both assault and physical abuse as charges. Even if court wouldn't give her any bit, she'd completely ruin Octavia's reputation and bring it down to levels low as dirt due to the prestigious value of her name.

Unfortunately for Octavia, that was exactly what Bon Bon knew of.

“Let's just say you... owe me....” she stated with the hint of a sinister aura around her stained lips.

Octavia tensed her eyelids, shocked and nervous after hearing that line. For an instant there, she knew exactly how it felt to be Vinyl, the fear brewing up in her body when getting involved in an unfinished deal including sexual favors. This was not good, not good at all. Bon Bon had her in a leash thanks to that slap, now she could take back what she just said in front of the snobs and put charges. And if it came out she's a suspect for assault...

Bon Bon had her in a really tight leash now.

“Hey, guys! Have you ordered yet?” Vinyl suddenly came up from nowhere and sat down next to Octavia. The cellist flashed out of her unnerved state and met her marefriend with a little less focused smirk. Bon Bon had already dried off the remaining evidence on her lips, now fully able to smile like her heart had nothing to hide.

The breakfast was casual with all four mares talking about everything between thoughts to ideas, resembling the ideal picture of peace and quiet so everypony could relax with their chosen treat.

Octavia had a steamy plate of nervousness spiced with anguish.

Vinyl had doubts graved in anxiousness.

Bon Bon had confusion between loafs of selfishness.

And Lyra a tasty bowl of strawberry cream and milk...

Two hours later, when the breakfast dish was over and the chefs prepared for the lunch inside the kitchen, a certain yellow colt stood up on his hindlegs with a broom in his fore hooves. It was only a quick clean, nothing advanced since he wasn't supposed to bring out the mop and detergent until after dinner. When he had been sweeping around for about five minutes, his eyes got stuck on a very rare sight.

“What the...” he said and leaned the broom on the able above the object of interest. Soon he held the two piece in his hooves, shifting between them. “Who the hay breaks a spoon in half?”.

His thoughts weren't informed enough to even suspect that beautiful cellist he loved to look at every know and then... aside from a couple of other mares around the hotel.

“It's like... why..... how....... what?” he said to himself and laid the broken spoon on the table, reminding himself to throw it away after finishing his tour here. As the high point of the day slowly faded from his excitement, another song he knew of came up in his head. The tune echoed out from his mouth.

“I watch the sun go down like anyone of us.... hoping that the dawn will bring a sign. A better place for those who will come after us... this time. I'm just a dreamer... I dream my life away...”.

To be continued

Author's Note:
*Privet = Hi

First of all, guys. For all of you who thought Vinyl's parents were funny and/or awesome:
No. Whatever argument you might have... just... no, they're not anything good.
I know how it is.

Anyhow, the song at the end of this chapter is dedicated to the fact many kids of today live with parents who are addicted to drugs, and I thought Ozzy Osbourne was a good example...and that's my favorite song made by him. You might also notice this is the first chapter in this story WITHOUT a sex scene. Everypony give me a big woop..... meh, whatever. Just going to tell you guys my internet here at home has been down for a little more than three weeks now.

So yeah, that's why my rate of update is still effed up. As soon as it works again, I will start updating like hell is on fire..... wait...

Brohoof on ya all!

Disclaimer: “Dreamer” is made by Ozzy Osbourne. I do NOT own this song. Please support the official creator.