Tears of ecstasy

Previously: due to Vinyl's tragic past with her untrustworthy parents, she fails to trust Octavia fully with her 'game'. At the same time, Bon Bon is growing tired of her delicate marefriend who can't take anything without crying. During an uncomfortable breakfast with all four, Bon Bon and Octavia takes the opportunity to talk about their matching sex fetishes while the two others are gone for a while, something that sadly brings them closer to each other. In the end, Bon Bon reveals her desire for the perfect sex and suddenly taunts Octavia to strike her in public. After that, Octavia gets a taste of irony when Bon Bon says she will keep it a secret... and that she owes her...

Pappy

Would it really be that bad? Would Vinyl be so disturbed and harmed? Yes, of course she would? It is bad, you sadistic abuser! She would scream, cry and then hate you for the rest of her life if you as much as breathed about it! What is wrong with you?! Can't you see how obvious it is? No, because you're so ignorant! What if anypony knew? Have you thought even once about how many it would effect?! We can't let this out, so we'll never speak of it again! It's for the family name, Octa-.

“Octy?”.

The light gray mare known for her skills with the cello and also by her very prestigious surname threw her eyelids open when that fine voice woke her up. In an instant, she jumped up from her rest and sat up straight like there was a nail on the bed. Vinyl jerked her head back in shock, not expecting that sort of reaction from her very refined mare.

“Wow, relax, Octy! It's just me...” the white unicorn said from her sitting position next to her love. Octavia shook her head, realizing she was back in her room, or in the bed of THEIR room to be more precise. Her memory had chosen the role as a betrayer for the moment, forcing her to seek guidance from the DJ taking up space on the comfortable underlay.

“Vhere.... v-vhat happened?” she asked, only moments away from the painful recalls her dreams were about to deliver. However, Vinyl was a little faster.

“Well, after our breakfast you wanted to go back to the room. You looked pale and tired, so I followed you up. Then you just, smack, fell into bed like a tree. If I were a lumberjack, I'd yell timbeeeer! He he he....”.

Octavia would have smiled at Vinyl's ridiculous comparison, but the mental discomfort prevented such pleasant feelings. Because in that moment she remembered what she had hoped to forget. The images became clear and visible, something she would have paid everything to skip living with. Yes, it was obvious now. No, she was not too ignorant. But would it be wrong? Perhaps...

“Ah, yes.... ze breakfast.... yes... nov I remember” she said which brought a pure smile on Vinyl's lips.

“You feel any better?” she asked to make sure her beloved earth pony was alright. Those pale shades she had earlier looked rather nasty, very unfitting on Octavia's skin according to her.

The cellist didn't know, she was awake and far away from the dream, but still so close to it. Monsters locked behind a door can so easily escape when the guard is dropped for just a mere second. In fact, all needed could be something a friend said to you, a word so simple it brings back all the darkness hidden in that specific chamber.

Like the words Bon Bon used earlier...

However, she decided to use a white lie this time. “Yes... better. I feel much better”.

Vinyl tilted her head as a curious look came from her face. Her marefriend was still a little pale and she avoided eye-contact. Too much experience of lies had ruined her ability to not suspect ponies in general, and Octavia was definitely not an exception. Thus, she had to confirm by first laying a fore hoof on the light gray shoulder of her love.

“You sure?” she asked which caused a source of annoyance in the foreign mare's mind.

“Yes... I already said it...” she tried to end and got up on her hooves. After a careful movement, she could already feel a slight trace of the dizziness clutched to her head, a nuisance she managed to shake off and finally get away from the bed. Vinyl sat still, reminding herself that Octavia just let her soft touch slide off after a weak arguing. With nothing more as evidence, she sighed and watched the fine equine disappear into the bathroom. However, she knew this little certain mare was hiding something now.

The words kept echoing inside Octavia's head when she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. Was this her? Was this Octavia von Clef, only heir of the von Clef family, meant to bring the legacy further into the future? Yes, it was her. But... but if she fixed her mane a little, just rough it and perhaps drop this make-up and take off the bow-tie and...

No... she'd still be Octavia von Clef. The mare born and raised in Mos-cow, together with Vinyl Scratch, a fillyfooler hiding it from her pa-...

Octavia narrowed her eyes and glared angrily at her reflection, forgetting the idea of trying to convince herself she was somepony else than this. She was indeed that Octavia, that one pony who likes to hurt and abuse her lover. Yes, that was most certainly who she was. And before she even knew it, her glare had turned into a devilish smile resembling the rapist hiding inside her. This she could get used to...

“For the last time, Lyra, it's nothing serious. I just bit my chin while eating!” the cream earth pony stated for the third time while drying her lips with a thin napkin in the bathroom. As she expected, the delicate little thing standing right next to her had flipped out when she saw the hardly visible trace of scarlet on her beloved's lower lip. There were no red flushes beneath her eyes, but she had been squeezing out a tear due to concern.

“O-okay... I was just... so worried something had happened to you” the lime green unicorn said and nuzzled her marefriend on the shoulder. In the beginning of their relationship, Bon Bon thought it was wonderful: being caressed and cared by somepony who loved her mutually. But no matter how much she would get it now, it faded in comparison to the sheer pleasure of getting her head slammed into the mirror and then get brutally ra-...

Just like an instinct she was born with, Bon Bon shook her head to get rid of the wrong thought, succeeding to do so before something could bring her ba-...

“I... I actually suspected Octavia a little....”.

Oh sweet Luna, yes. When she so stubbornly taunted the evil mare to slap her. Hardcore force and merciless assault striking her chin so hard she fell off the chair, forcing her to the ground like a helpless animal, ready to get sexually used in all ways possible. Fuck her like a whorse and then abandon her for the next pony to find and then continue the cycle by repeating the process! The pain flowing through her veins, the horror screeching in her heart and not to mention the degradation bucking up her brain!

In that silent moment, Bon Bon stared hollowly at her reflection and licked up the blood from her lip.

“S-sweetie?” Lyra asked when she saw the empty eyes in the mirror, causing the other mare to snap out of her imagination and drop the napkin to the floor.

Before another word was mentioned, Bon Bon turned around without the shade of an emotion on her facial expression, frightening her tender pony by pushing her back out from the bathroom.

“Bon Bon? Wh-... hng... what is it?! Bon Bon... hng... please, you're... hng... scaring me!” she exclaimed while grunting to each push hitting her chest, forcing her to walk backwards for each one. Without knowing it, she was being led closer and closer to the bed, soon feeling her hindlegs nudging the soft furnish.

After a scared yelp from Lyra, her confusing lover had quickly stepped around her and and grabbed the lime green forelegs right before falling into the bed on her back. Lyra was dragged down, ending up above Bon Bon like she had pinned her down. Her eyes widened for just a second when she felt the embrace around her waist. In the next second, she was laying on the warm, soft body seeking her, connected by the lips in a sweet, passionate kiss.

Lyra could finally relax and sigh through her nostrils, knowing this was something she didn't have to fear... on the contrary...

The passionate heat had contaminated enough to travel all the way through the hallway and in to another room, room 150 to be precise.

“Oh my, Octy.... you... mmh-msure are swe-dfmmh....” Vinyl failed utterly to communicate with her forward partner. She was alright being the bottom as long as Octavia would be a good filly, which she more than certainly was with her warm kissing while rubbing her entire body over Vinyl's.

Octavia was filled with heat for sure, but it couldn't compare to the fear getting stronger for each passing minute. She had to convince herself, she had to force it into her mind this was the one and only mare she wanted to have sex with. Vinyl was the only pony, the possible experience with Bon Bon was redundant. She had made a promise when entering this relationship, and it wasn't going to break just because her perverted personality needed to let out steam. Why hesitate when she had a mare who more than happily shared a moment of lustful heat with her lover.

Her fore hoof had already slipped down between them, seeking down to the private grounds only she was allowed to touch. This was her plaything, her sweetness, her divine blessing, her...

“Oh... yes, that's... ahh.... t-that's the spot.... Octy....” the enjoying unicorn moaned as a hot breath escaped her mouth. She down a hoof to caress the light gray one, helping her to feel the mutual desire in this. She wanted to guide Octavia around, show her just how good it felt when the love juices started to soak her hoof. Vinyl wasn't really that hard to turn on... especially when it came to Octavia's professional knowledge.

The wet kissing dropped, giving Vinyl the opportunity to lick her teeth while Octavia smirked.

“Vinyl....” she began softly with her thick accent massaging the mentioned unicorn's ears. “You're my toy... my little love-toy, made for me to enjoy....”.

A warm and lengthy lap from the wet tongue soaked Vinyl's cheek, actually turning her on like a light switch after a snap.

“Oh C-celestia... yes, Octy...” she responded with a thickening blush growing up on her cheeks. Could this possibly be how it felt being her own dildo? Really used in all ways imaginable so the receiver could scream out in satisfaction? The mere thought made her bit her lower lip in a wide smile, answered gently by the earth pony licking her on the same cheek again.

Vinyl giggled and almost bucked with her hindlegs, surprised and extremely delighted to see such kind behavior coming from the usually so violent mare. Could she perhaps be trying to change herself just for her sake? That idea was even more arousing...

“Take me, Octy... make love t-to me...” she cooed right the second before the light gray lips sealed her own, inviting Vinyl to stick her tongue out and meet Octavia's in the middle. She loved the slithering feeling grasped onto her senses, filling her taste buds with the only mare she truly had been in love with.

An arrow of doubt hit Vinyl's chest when she thought about that. Octavia hadn't really been the only pony for her. But that was in the past, long forgotten and buried as a childish experience. She knew what it meant to be faithful and even the tiniest idea of breaking that had failed to sneak inside her mind.

Or at least that was what she tried to tell herself...

Feeling hot enough, Octavia spread her hindlegs to push aside Vinyl's so she could feel the white thighs stroking her cutie marks. Perhaps this could satisfy her, a simple position where she is the symbolic 'male' in the session. If she just pretended, held back but still imagined, perhaps then she could go all the way to create a happy ending for both of them. It could work, just as long as Vinyl didn't say anything too exciting.

Octavia pulled back to kiss the white neck, caressing her lips in the soft and warm fur while listening to Vinyl's randy breathing. It was still working, she could now feel the embrace around her waist showing exactly how much she wanted this right now.

Their pelvises met correctly, but there was still a mere inch of distance between the flowers hungering for each other. The heat connected and greeted with its musky scent meant to drive the lusting ones insane if not played with, a lack of sanity the forward mare soon would experience to be much fiercer than anticipated. She grabbed Vinyl's shoulders and tensed her forelegs, pulling the equine towards her awaiting need. It was then she could rejoice in the actual stimulation she received from feeling her pink slit colliding with Vinyl's.

The mares moaned in unison, hardly finding the time to enjoy that sensation to the fullest before Octavia raised her hips and thrust forward to push the unicorn back. She got the rhythm and hang of it, understanding this wasn't so tough to do. And then, she repeated by thrusting again while at the same time pull Vinyl towards her nether.

Harder...

Octavia opened her eyes and swallowed with her dry throat, Vinyl was still in ecstasy from the mating, so she was still okay with this. A light sigh, and the working mare could get back to her focus. And perhaps now she could go on a little stronger. Vinyl sure would love that, she convinced herself. And by that, she inhaled and rammed her glistering marehood into the opposite one.

“Ahh! Oh, yes... hah.... yes, Octy...” she heard which brought a gladder mood to her. This was going to be perfect, and just feeling that single push was gloriously arousing for Octavia.

Harder...

Perhaps if she just kept going like this for a little while to show her own obsession to this love-making, Vinyl wouldn't mind if it went a little harder again. How could she deny this? The pulses of lust rippling from her marehood up to the brain after a detour past her entire body, consuming her perspiring body screaming for another thrust into her naughty area. Yes, how her pearl reacted to it, the sweet rocks it engulfed with passion.

Octavia gasped straight into the white ear almost covered by the blue mane, clenching her hooves harder as a sign that her pace would increase. Vinyl didn't complain, she just laid her head on the side and exposed her neck to her lover. She gasped faster and faster, enjoying in a strong symphony of dirty lusts to feel her body rocking back and forth on the bed while her climax built up inside her. She felt so bad right now, like a real pervert. Her limits within perversion were strongly questionable according to Octavia.

Bite her...

Octavia flashed her eyes wide-open for a second, realizing something tried to break free from her. It was not an orgasm, she was still far from it. No, this was way more intense, it wasn't a voice anymore, not even an imagination. The sight of Vinyl laying there, practically in heaven due to the divine treatment she experienced, all careless and so glad to be here. She didn't regret it, she loved it, she wanted it, she wasn't scared, she smiled, she... she...

Octavia arched her eyebrows and grit her teeth as the boiling flood of anger rushed into her brain. The darkness filled her skies like a storm of nightmares. A crack of lightning broke down to her decisions, killing the kindness and tainting its corpse with sinister ideas. Thus, her teeth sunk into the fragile coat of Vinyl, diving down like she just was going to plant a kiss.

“Hah... ah... aah... a-ouch! Octy... hah... you... aah!!” the soon to be victim responded and opened her eyes weakly to see the dark gray mane beneath her chin. The smile was just an inch from being lost, a fact the earth pony mare was fully aware of. It was her guiding will.

The bite grew viler and nipped the white coat just so it could get mauled between herbivore teeth. Not bleeding, but much well pain.

“AAAHH! Octy! No, stop it! Don't... just don't sta-” she had time to say and release the hug to try break free until she experienced the worst...

“Shut up, you vhorse!” the inner demon in Octavia demanded her to say, which immediately left her light gray lips. The time of soft gloves was over, now meant to sate the cravings she had to fulfill. In an instant, the foreign mare used brute force to pin down the weak forelegs into the bed. She was caught without any ability to escape. Another kiss played out, only this time you could hear Vinyl's strong rejection in the form of muffled yells. The oral organ in her mouth wasn't fair and kind anymore, it violated her and pressed back any attempts to fight back. And when she tried to bite the invading tongue, she was thanked with one herself.

She yelled in pain when the mean crunch likewise could have split her tongue, blood poured out from the small wound, enhancing the horror growing like a tidal wave. She couldn't fight back, the ache took over and consumed her remaining arousal and anything else not connected to uncomfortable emotions.

As Octavia knew the control was hers to use and abuse, she slammed her pelvis into Vinyl's without the trace of any kindness or concern. Suddenly she felt the malevolent amounts of pleasure infiltrating her brain, giving her everything needed to keep walking towards a perfect climax so harsh and ruthless it didn't know what 'stop' meant.

The beast continued to ravage, devour and digest its downed prey, feeding itself in a gluttony leading to mental obesity of self-confidence and desire for power. The monstrous thing stared through Octavia's eyes, beholding with great rejoice the tears coming from Vinyl's scarlet circles in their pools of white. It wanted more, thus forcing its host to work harder for it. The violent pounding raced her heart for the sake of more blood pumping through every vein. It all elevated to critical levels which soon would burst in joy.

But for a moment when the first tear quickly fell down Vinyl's cheek, she hinted the leftovers of mercy. She saw the deep colors in those eyes, reflecting her image.

The light gray coat and darker mane. The crazed eyes above that devilish smile. The perfectly shaped snout and that... fire in her eyes.

Octavia grit her teeth, but no longer with a twisted grimace of evil. Her lips arched down as the power in her forelegs died out. The beast stood no chance anymore to her inflict of terrifying revelation. She stared deeply, beholding herself for another couple of seconds until she had stopped moving at all. The moment froze to ice, Octavia couldn't be angry anymore and Vinyl couldn't smile.

Like a shock had moved through her body, the earth pony mare threw herself back, gasping from the previous heat now combined with fear. She sat back, leaning on her forelegs to not fall all the way. Vinyl slowly moved her trembling legs to get creep away her so-called lover. This scene was not what she had imagined to be in when she met Octavia one and a half year ago.

“O.. o-octy.... Octavia...” she whimpered between the snivels and sob, crying those salty tears without any ability to hold them back. “I... I can't t-take this... anymore.... I can't m-make love to you.. l-like... this”.

Octavia felt the chills running through her spines, vibrating into tremors so strong she lost her balance. She laid down on her side and curled together. Her forelegs tightly wrapped around her hindlegs, holding them together so she could hide in her own misery.

Vinyl shook her head slowly as her lips started to tremble too, moments away from her eruption of despair and sorrow. In the next moment she got up from the bed and aimed for the door leading out from this nightmare. Octavia followed her progress with merely a glance, that until she saw the scared pony open the hotel room door and run out without closing it.

She was alone. Octavia von Clef was alone yet again after her villainous deed. She couldn't blame anypony. She didn't have the right to. What would they say? How did she think the others would see her now, knowing her true self was a monster. Her mind collapsed and broke down into pieces which nopony could glue together again. Her mentality ached, screamed and forced her to the edge of sanity. Her tears fell, the anguish set them on fire, and her self-loathing rose from the ashes as a new being. She had given birth to the crack in her memories, the gush sucked her thoughts inside and brutally destroyed her. All that remained was her lungs collecting air for one last word she wanted to damage herself with.

“OTEEEETS!!!*” she yelled at the top of her lungs as the void reached out with its giant claws... and made her remember...

10 years ago, Mos-cow, in the manor of the von Clef family.

The big manor made for the wealthier was located at the end of a big and graceful garden. Carriages moved around it along the roads shaped as half-circles, soon reaching the main entrance where the upper-class of the upper-class gently walked inside, dressed with expensive clothing and hats. The monocle chains made of gold and the imported make-up was worth enough to feed an entire village for ten days. Poverty was a taboo for these ponies.

The inhabitants of this country spoke a language vastly different from any other, making their accent rather thick. However, in this country of Mos-Cow, nopony needed any other strange Equestrian language.

“Welcome, enjoy your stay! Good to see you again! Thank you for accepting our invitation! Good evening, the cocktail table is in the ball room! Glad you could come...”.

The dark brown earth pony stallion known as Clavier von Clef kept standing in the entrance, using all kinds of greetings to make sure his guests felt the warm welcoming to his so-called humble home. The beard on his chin was thick and grown to be a visible characteristic sign on his muzzle. His tuxedo spoke volumes of bits in his wallet.

In the big hallway which everypony had to enter before getting into the ball room, there was a stair in the middle forming a T-crossing. Left was to the ball room, right to the dinning room. But in that very stairs decorated with a red carpet, the light gray filly with the darker mane and small bow tie stood still while looking at each passing pony. She was meant to greet them further and redirect everypony to the left, but she had decided to remain silent.

“Octavia von Clef!” an elder mare exclaimed while walking down the stairs. That mare was nopony else than Rouble von Clef, a very pale gray unicorn married into the family from another wealthy breed, also known as Octavia's mother.

“Yes, mother...” the filly responded weakly to her parent without looking over her shoulder. She didn't care a bout what she had to say, but the unicorn mare was insistent to speak with her daughter.

“You're supposed to nod to all incoming guests and greet them, not standing there like a exhibition doll waiting for its dress on sale!” she stated angrily and walked past her filly. “Today we have important ponies coming; some of them all the way from Amareica even. So keep your dignified pose and drop your ignorant self”.

Octavia narrowed her eyes in annoyance as her mother walked away to the ball room, keeping her snout ninety degrees up on the way. But this little filly didn't have the neck muscles to do so, she liked keeping her head forward so she could see what was in front of her in difference from the society she actually disliked.

No, she was not the pony who thought she was so much better than anypony else. She was just a filly who had the sheer bad luck of getting born into this family who only knew the value in money. Concerts weren't for the passion of music anymore, it was all about the bits filling their fat purses so much they almost broke. Octavia liked music, she liked playing on a scene for thousands of other ponies just because she wanted to hear their responses afterward. That was her liking and nopony's else.

But she wasn't alone, there was supposed to be a very special pony coming today. Somepony she had been looking forward to very much. A pony who shared her interest in remaining polite and not so darn judgmental. And yes, there he came. That handsome earth pony colt dressed in a blue coat and a dark blonde mane. He too the only pony who thought it was okay to just wear a tie during invitations like this one. Her heart fluttered and her eyes widened together with the smile.

“Penny Wash!” the exalted filly called out to the young colt who turned his head directly to her.

“Why, hello there, miss Octavia von Clef. Pleased to meet you aga-”.

Before he could finish that greeting, the mentioned filly had already walked down to him from the stairs.

“Oh, quit that talking. You know I hate it” she stated and waved a hoof towards him. The colt chuckled while the other ponies behind him passed by towards the bigger room.

“Yes, I know you don't like when I talk like everypony else does...” he explained and glanced over his shoulder before whispering back. “... and that's why I like you, Octavia. You're not like everypony else, making it relaxing for me”.

Octavia giggled. “Hee hee. Yeah, me too. I'm glad I have as a friend, Penny” she then said before the momentarily silence, giving the colt an opportunity to gently gesticulate with his right fore hoof towards the main door. “Would you like to get out of here?”.

It didn't take much more than that to convince the filly...

The watchful eye of the father, Clavier, noticed right quick the little couple walking past him. He smiled, knowing that colt was one he more than happily invited to his family, giving his proved class and high social status in the name. However, he knew Octavia was a filly who required a lot to be tamed, even if by such a promising male such as the inheritor of the von Wash fortune.

Soon the two young ones bathed in Luna's moonlight, enjoying the darkened skies as they both walked around the corner of the big manor. Octavia liked this, walking away from the snobbish ponies and spending time with her friend. She glanced with a smile to him, receiving an equal response from the colt. Soon they would reach the next corner of the manor, directly behind it, beneath the large windows.

“So... Octavia...” Penny started, bringing the hopes to the certain filly that he was going to explain why they walked away this far. “... you do know what your father is hoping from us?” he then finished sincerely and stopped walking after passing the corner.

Octavia sighed, already aware. “You mean his plan on putting us together? Phe, he probably wonders every day why you haven't brought out the wedding bracelet to me yet. But... you know I won't say yes...”.

The colt tilted his head a little sideways, knowing too where this was going.

“Well, you've already told me about yo-” he had time to say until Octavia hushed him down.

“Sch! My father has eyes and ears everywhere!”.

What Octavia so desperately wanted to hide was the fact that she preferred to look under the skirt of a cute filly than between the hindlegs of a handsome colt, something Penny von Wash knew about. It was a secret between friends.

“Yes... in fact, he has mouths everywhere too” Penny stated matter-of-factually, surprising the filly in front of him.

“What? What do you mean?” she thus asked. The colt cleared his throat and looked around, noticing they were all alone.

All... alone...

“You see, Octavia. I've been your friend for a few years now. Your father has more than certainly noticed our friendship, and he's very glad to know this. But to be honest, he's already prepared to welcome me to the family as your future husband.... he has talked to me and my parents about this”.

Octavia raised an eyebrow, confused and unable to understand what he was going towards. Penny continued thus uninterrupted.

“It is obvious that a union between the von Clef family and von Wash family would elevate our status, including a massive increase to our wealth”.

Octavia did NOT like hearing this, thus her reason for laying back her ears. However, Penny didn't stop talking while changing his neutral expression into a smirk.

“As much as I value our friendship, Octavia, I'm afraid it won't last much long than this”.

“Penny. Wh-what are you...”.

Suddenly, a blue hoof ran through the side of Octavia's mane, followed tightly by a mean smile from the very owner of that hoof.

“You know... you look even more beautiful in the moonlight...” he whispered, sounding awfully disgusting to the young filly in front of him him. A quick smack sent the hoof flying.

“Penny, stop it! It's not funny, I thought y-” she almost finished until the colt wrapped his forelegs around her head and forced her to a rough kiss. There was no softness, nor any mutual feeling bringing her to the fields of ecstasy. There was only disgust and anger. She put her fore hooves to his chest and pushed him away, freeing herself and wiping her lips angrily afterward. A glare meant to kill shot at Penny.

“What the hay, Penny?! I don-” she once again got interrupted... but not so gently this time.

The air cracked from the merciless slap hitting Octavia's face, sending her back to the wall and falling into the bush. Her cheek and the back of her head ached, only to serve as fuel for her fears when the shadow fell over her. This time it was the colt's turn to be angry when glaring down at his friend.

“I admit I've been running for this ever since that day, little miss Octavia. I thought my charm would have what it took to turn your interest towards me. But I was also afraid it would end like this when you spilled your safely kept secret to me...”.

The stare ran through Octavia's spine, bringing her the shivers without its like. Her eyes turned scared, her eyebrows turned into sad arches, and her hooves just wouldn't stop shaking. She didn't even knew this side of her friend existed.

“But I suppose it's obvious the male has to show the female how it's done... without any fillyfooling” he furthered and lowered his head to create the perfect aura of intimidation. “... so I'm going to take the freedom of riding those thoughts from you...”.

As the hissing voice echoed inside Octavia's head, she could hear the strong snort from Penny as he grabbed her shoulders and brought her up to her hooves, only to turn her around and press her to the wall. She yelped when her cheek and pads met the cold surface, she didn't believe this was happening. Did it really happen? Right below the large windows to the ball room? Were her parents and the other ponies really just on the other side of this wall, enjoying their time while... this happened?

Truth had never struck her so hard as now, especially when she felt the weight of the colt on her back. Her second yelp was more of a desperate sigh, a sign of her shocked state, the inability to understand. The pain hadn't even started, yet she was already feeling it creeping up in every part of her body. The warmth from the male's body wasn't pleasant, no she just found horror in it.

“No... please, stop it, Penny!” she protested, on the brink to tears. Sadly, the only answer she got from the brutal personality behind her was another slap on her cheek, hammering her to the hard obstacle she was pressed to.

“Shut up, you filthy bitch! It's not only your parents who're tired of your rude behavior! I've had enough of your attitude, so I'd say it's only about time somepony taught you your place...” the blue earth pony exclaimed, just in time to tighten his grip around the fine waist he had decided to defile.

In a swift stroke of perversion, his mind had already made up the images of how sweet his intrusion would be. The sight of soft flanks, pulsing blood through every vein in her body, a tail so easily brushed aside to reveal the virgin lips and the flawless pearl. In a matter of seconds, he had grown to full size.

Hesitation didn't exist as he forced in his first thrust into Octavia, making her grunt in pain. Her nether resisted, fighting against with a strong source of dry flesh, not showing the faintest will to proceed. However, what she wanted or not wasn't of Penny's concern.

Soon he had ripped up her passage, silenced the screams by covering the mouth of his reluctant partner, ruined the innocence of this young flower and annihilated the spirit of Octavia von Clef. He felt the resistance and ruthlessly annihilated it with another thrust. Inch by inch he dug deeper inside her, enjoying the tight embrace around his stallionhood. His smile had grown into a sinister grin.

“Yes... hng... that's the... filly we want. A good... and... obedient little pony who does...hnn... what she is told!” Penny said between the grunts and lustful groans escaping his lungs. He liked where this took him, and the only thing sweeter was the rocking of his pretty pony.

But Octavia lived in a world of terror. She could feel each hump searing her fur and skin like a brand, marking her a whorse. She couldn't find worse words for her imaginations. The penetration made her dizzy and short of breath. For a moment she was convinced death approached her. The instincts told her to beg for mercy so she could live another day, but the fear had tainted her lips to speak. Rendering her still and obedient, just like she was complimented to do.

Complimented. Was this her position? She was seriously just going to shut up about this and let him go away? No, she knew exactly where her hooves would bring her next after this.

But until then, the pain managed to remain unsettling and noticeable. Soon she could feel the tight clench around her waist loosening, something she would learn to hate. The swift hoof collided into her face again, causing her teeth to accidentally bite her own cheek. Blood found its way from the wound and spilled on her lips. Suddenly the mane felt a strong force pulling it back, bringing Octavia's head with it. The long straws were stuck between the male's teeth.

He huffed out his rejoice to experience this, but the craving demanded of him to grab her forelegs and do the same like he did to the dark gray mane. Octavia's forelegs disappeared behind her back, evilly pulled towards Penny who used this to truly humiliate her dignity. He knew she didn't want this, and that turned him on so hard it couldn't compare with his rod pumping in and out.

Octavia could only lean on her head against the wall and live through the thrusts into her body. She saw him in the corner of her eye, all warm and lusty to rut her. His will enhanced and thus brought himself to the ending game. The filly's tears fell to the ground. She couldn't see her friend anymore, only the strong monster burning in his eyes. The reflection grew stronger, hypnotizing her. She was under its command, a humble slave to its invigorating extension to her.

It reached out... and caressed her chin with its sharp claws.

“Hnng... buck! Take it all inside, sweetie!” Penny von Wash called out and shot his pelvis inside his victim one last time. His erection tensed up to extract the male seeds pouring inside Octavia's female hole. His eyes rolled back in the climax, leaving the taken filly unguarded for a mere second. It wasn't long enough to let her do anything but stare hollowly at him.

An exhausted sigh, and the colt finished by slipping out from the filled marehood. He couldn't smel any estrous from her, so she wouldn't be with foal after this. It was a safe card, safe enough for him to stand and watch as the filly he just had mated with fell to the ground, shaking.

He looked with satisfaction at her while his member slowly grew limp. “See, Octavia? It wasn't so bad, was it?” he then asked.

The mentioned pony simply stared, feeding a desire to make him regret this.

“I... I will tell father... and... a-and everypony else about what you did... to me...” she stuttered without losing her tearful look at the rapist before her. She was convinced his life would be forfeit now. That he had committed a crime which he never would be able to escape. But that confident face from her former friend wasn't really agreeing.

“Sure... why not?” he said honestly, giving Octavia a question mark. “Octavia von Clef, the filly known in the society as a disobedient child, taken against her will by Penny von Wash, the colt everypony knows as the most mannered, refined, social and lets not forget innocent pony ever to step on a gala floor...”.

The colt took a step forward and leaned down over Octavia, still smiling. “Even if they believed you... what would your parents say?”.

Octavia gasped her next sob, denying the words she just heard. No matter what he said, she was going to tell everypony, she was going to destroy him, she was going to do everything, starting with her father.

Thinking she was too fast for him, the light gray filly got up on her hooves and galloped away, leaving the colt alone and smiling. He followed her with his eyes until she disappeared around the corner.

He felt secure...

Octavia dashed through the open main door, panting as she looked around for her father in the hallway. By luck, he was actually passing through at that moment, turning his head right in time to see his daughter all bruised and bleeding from her mouth. Clavier's eyes widened in shock, locking him on the spot so the filly could walk up to him with her head hanging in shame.

“F-father...” she whimpered.

“Octavia, what in the name of Celestia.... come with me!” the elder stallion said and led the way up the stairs.

They reached the end of the long walk along the red carpet, leading them to the upper floor where all the bedrooms and servants quarters laid. The stallion guided his filly to the largest one, his and his wife's bedroom. As soon as they both had entered, he closed and turned his attention to the pony he just had followed.

“Now... speak to me” he demanded with a harsh tone, not exactly making it easier for the young equine to talk. But eventually she found the words. She kept the silence alive for another few seconds until she finally looked at her father's thick and well treated beard, then his eyes.

“P... P-penny... he... h-he...” she failed anyways at first.

“Tell me what happened to you!” he said out louder, showing his furious reaction over seeing her like this. Octavia only felt a little convinced to talk, but it was enough.

“Penny... r-raped... me... he took... me with.... v-violence behind the house...”.

The sobs traveled all the way into the father's ears, passing the message to his brain. He heard correctly. His daughter was telling him that the colt he so much had been looking forward to welcome had sexually abused his precious daughter. His mind went from cold to hot, disrupting the peace he had prepared for tonight. This tuxedo was meant to show how prepared he was. But no cloth in the world could prepare him for this.

“What...?” he asked anyways, still having a hard time understanding. That repeated question lit a kindle of fire in Octavia's heart.

“Yes! He raped me! He fucked me! He rutted me so hard... so hard I... crie-hi-hieeed!!” she yelled with tears and sobs breaking loose in the end, choking her last word for a deep inhale before she continued.

The stallion stared at his daughter falling down on her knees. He saw how ashamed she was. He opened his mouth.

“How....”.

But out came anything else than Octavia had hopped for.

“... dare you?”.

The filly flinched, looking up at her father who carried the angriest expression she ever had seen. His disappointment had reached a new level, a level so deep he couldn't see it with mere eyes. Octavia didn't had time to react until the stallion roared again.

“How DARE you blame him for this?! Do you expect me to believe that young colt is a rapist? That refined and noble pony whose name is untainted with rumors in difference from what you're trying to do with our?”.

Octavia widened her own, wet eyes.

“You are a von Clef! The inheritor of our family! It is your duty, just like me and my father's ancestors, to carry it on without defiling its name! Do you think we can let this out? What do you think would happen? What would everypony say, knowing the prestigious inheritor of our family has been assaulted? By the von Wash family's inheritor?! Is that what you want?! For them to see weakness?! Is it?!!”.

His breath beat her like a strong fan. And there was no escape, she couldn't run nor hide from it. All she could do was lay there and stare in silence like she had seen Celestia descend from the heavens. She didn't believe this.

“But... fa-”.

“Quiet!! I will hear no more of this!” he exclaimed and turned away from her. “This is a scandal of great measures, we cannot allow anypony to know about this!”.

“But fath-”.

“It's for the family name, Octavia!! Our future rests on the shoulders that you and Penny von Wash are getting married! Now, we'll never speak of this again!”.

“FATHER!”.

“NEVER AGAIN, OCTAVIA! DO YOU HEAR ME?!”.

When the shouting had died out, the two equines went back to silence. However, the young filly laying on her knees didn't know where to go. Her brain was interpreting the words she just had heard, and yes, she was all alone in this. Her father refused to mention this situation again, he was utterly disappointed and close to an outrage over seeing his daughter so pathetic and weak. His mind was put on staying like this.

But Octavia wanted to deny. She didn't want to live with the fact that her father was currently standing with his back against her, deafened by anger and blinded by pride. She swallowed the tears to speak.

“Father....” she said weakly, going without any response from the silent stallion.

“Father!” her tired voice repeated, still unnoticed.

“Look... a-at me!”.

The pain.

“FATHER, LOOK AT ME!!”.

The agony.

“FATHER!!!”.

And like that... the stallion turned around in the swipe of a lightning bolt and struck her, sending a wave of hurt straight into Octavia's muzzle. She fell back and hit her head, remaining still with her widened eyes at the male before her.

“Shut up, you whorse...” he hissed with the strongest glare and walked slowly towards the door.

As it closed silently behind him, the lone filly touched her cheek to embrace the pain. Her pupils shrank to nothing as her mind took a course towards a place of eternal fire and burning hatred. The claws from the beast shot out from her inner and grasped the innocent heart, consuming it in a gluttony. Darkness covered her soul, leaving little trace of its purity behind. A storm broke out with raging lightning striking Octavia to the ground. She fell back and panted, clenched the air in her hooves and grit her teeth until she almost bled more.

The beast let loose a mortifying screech in her head, tainting her sunshine...

Another week had passed since Octavia's nightmarish evening. Her father sat in the expensive couch with a hoof over his eyes and a newspaper in the other. Penny von Wash had passed away in a carriage accident, leaving the von Wash family without an heir.

The whole von Clef family was later at the funeral, all dressed in black and sad expressions.

But Octavia just stared in her widow's dress. She stared at the photo placed on the coffin where her hatred rested. The blue colt smiling ever so proudly. She didn't smile, she didn't cry, she didn't frown, she didn't cheer. She just heard the cracking fires in her mind.

But the monster grinned sinisterly behind her eyes...

The warp of pitch-black closed, letting Octavia go from her painful recall she never wanted to see again. She gasped and rose up from her bed, realizing she was still in the hotel room. Vinyl was gone, probably with the wind she had left behind. The last tear dried out on her light gray cheek, leaving the dedication set on a clear mind.

“Bon Bon...”.

She had to put an end to this.

In the meantime outside in the hallway, the yellow colt adjusted his cap and brushed of his white shirt after almost getting rolled over by the mare who just ran past him like fire chased her. He didn't quite understand what the big rush was about, nor did her understand why there was a lound scream coming from room 150. He knew, however, that he had a job to do. And that specific room was on his list to take care of right now. So why not turn around with his trolley and tune yet another song? This one by the same artist he had been listening to for a while. Singing in germane and another fancy language, but still an awesome song.

“Diese Stadt ist eine Dirne, hat rote Flecken auf der Stirn, ihre Zähne sind aus Gold, sie ist fett und doch so hold. Ihr Mund fällt mir zu Talewenn ich sie dafür bezahle. Sie zieht sich aus, doch nur für Geld, die Stadt, die mich in Atem hält.... Moscau!”.

To be continued...

Author's Note:
Otets* = Father

Yep, a Rammstein song again, but this one was soooo frigging fitting! And yes... the cleaner pony knows ALL the lyrics...

I certainly hope you didn't expect of me to actually write all the dialogues in Octavia's flashback in Russian, because that would be very (apologies for my language) bucking retarded.

And by the way, if Octavia would have a human age, she'd be 26 right now. Just fyi.

Anyhow, I hope this can shed some light on the cellist's reasons for her behavior. Sometimes a monster is born, sometimes it dies. The question in this case is if Octavia can put her out of its misery. Heh, well, that's something you will have to look forward to in the next chapter.

As you might be able to see, this story is reaching its end. There are a few chapters left in my head to write down, so this should be concluded in the next couple of weeks. But have no fear... a new one will take its place afterward ;)

Brohoof on ya all!

Moscau is made by Rammstein. I do NOT own the songs or the rights to it. Please support the official artist