Tears of ecstasy

Previously: just when Octavia and Bon Bon thinks the needs of lusts have died out, they are both instantly reminded of what could have happened at the restaurant. To convince themselves they are wrong, both decides to give their lovers what they want in bed. Sadly, the monster inside Octavia takes over, frightening Vinyl to the grade that she runs away once again. Octavia's bitter history recalls itself inside her head, back to the moment when her father abandoned her after she had been raped by her old friend. Soon she realizes this has to end, and only Bon Bon can help her...

Down with the disease

“No, please! Lyra, wait! Sweetie, please I just...” Bon Bon had time to say while the lime green unicorn opened the hotel room door. She had failed. She had failed so hard it couldn't be forgiven anymore. Her cravings had gone overboard, giving her the less brilliant idea of forcing her marefriend to do those naughty things. Tears fell from the delicate mare's eyes as she looked over her shoulder.

“I just can't, Bon Bon! I just... can't! I can't be with you... l-like this!” Lyra exclaimed in agony and disappointment. She had flinched when her marefriend suddenly demanded she'd slap her. A single miss could have been forgiven, but Bon Bon insisted by taking the tender hoof and struck herself across the cheek with it. That drop was the last one needed to summon the clouds of despair inside Lyra's head.

Bon Bon hesitated from the bed, asking herself if there was any point arguing about it. Lyra was right, it was impossible to ask this fine little kind pony to do such gruesome acts like abusing and choking, even in the most weakest form.

“Lyra... I...” the cream mare had time to say before the lime green one turned around in a tearful snort, leaving heartbreaking sobs as she ran away from the wide-open door. And like that, she was alone.

Hooves hit Bon Bon's face. She hated herself so much right now for everything. That also included the things she had done before, like back at the restaurant, or a few nights back, even the very fact she had even mentioned this abomination of a fetish to her marefriend. Was this her destiny? The fact she couldn't be together with the pony of her life, that certain mare who made her days easier and more enjoyable? No, it couldn't be like this, not today, not tomorrow, not...

Without any plans on convincing herself, she fell back in the bed and cried. Awful wasn't the right word. It had to be something more like... despicable.

Meanwhile in the hallway, Lyra halted instantly when she saw the white unicorn running towards her. She swallowed the tears in her eyes as she noticed the painful grimace her best friend gave off. The mares stood in front of each other, silent and suffering from whatever just hit the other. Their eyes spoke, their mouths were silent, and soon they knew what they had to do.

In an instant, Vinyl and Lyra hurried to the elevator...

The door to room 120 shut behind the light gray mare. She didn't feel like turning her eyes anywhere but towards the room she knew that cursed pony Bon Bon rested. She didn't care what she was doing, nor did she actually know. But one thing was for sure, she wouldn't know what hit her before it was too late. A quick glance to her right, and she saw the yellow colt with his trolley heading down the hallway. She ignored him and walked, taking her time to put one hoof before the other as she consciously knew the cream mare was getting closer. The cleaner stopped in front of room 150, turned his head to see the heir of the famous von Clef family. He nodded politely and smiled.

Octavia's eyes were covered in a darkened shade, letting through very little light into her enraged eyes reflecting the demon within her. The glare pierced straight through the colt's soul, unnerving him enough to turn back to the door and knock. He felt a bead of sweat break loose from his forehead, slowly dying when the steps faded away as Octavia turned around the corner. He sighed in relief. At the same moment, another mare met him, the one living in room 150 to be precise. He could have used some more time to regain his spirit, now he was caught unprepared instead.

“Eh... oh, right! Hello, good mam! Everything alright? I heard a scream from your room” the yellow male stated with a nervous smile, confusing the mare. “Uhm... okay. But I'm pretty sure I heard a shout from... eh, room 120...” she pointed out.

The colt raised an eyebrow, soon looking over his shoulder where the known mare had passed by. In that instance, he forgot to care...

Bon Bon had curled together into a little furry ball. She wanted to be alone and suffer, torture herself and what-not. This had to be the worst day of her life, a day she never saw coming after finding out so much. Wasn't this supposed to be a fun little trip with Lyra's best friend and her...

The eyes of this earth pony opened slowly when she thought about it. Yes, it was all her fault. It was Octavia's fault. If she just hadn't said so much, just kept her muzzle shut about that awesome desire inside her! Couldn't she just shut up? Was it that hard? Could she take the blame? Of course! It was her fault!

Bon Bon snapped away from her self-pity at the same moment she heard a knock on the open door.

“Lyra...?” she asked silently. There was no answer, no sound aside from the silence deafening her. She raised her head from the curl, soon standing up so her hooves could reach the door. After a few steps, the earth pony had reached halfway to the door. She repeated the question. She was given the same answer. An eyebrow raised, Bon Bon didn't understand what this meant. A fear began to grew inside, filling the equine body with insecurity like she was in a horror movie. When Bon Bon was close enough to stick out her head through the door, she only had time to look right...

Several pounds of wood slammed right into Bon Bon's muzzle, sending her back half a meter over the floor. The pain hissed through her brain strongly enough to prevent any notice at the door opening again. Another pony walked inside, glaring devilishly at the downed mare. Bon Bon covered her bloody snout in agony right before she glanced at the unexpected guest.

“O... Octavia?!” she exclaimed even due to the warm pain beating all around her muzzle. The mentioned mare shut the door carefully to not gather more attention than she probably already had. Her eyes were cold, rippling the air between her and the wounded prey with sheer winter. Yet they were still burning hot thanks to the monster roaming freely inside the cellist's soul. Razor sharp teeth unveiled themselves from the monster's mouth together with Octavia's own physical grin. There were no regrets.

Bon Bon snorted up the weak spills of blood coming from her snout and added a wipe too just to be sure. There was no doubt in her mind. Something was different with her light gray friend, the rich and sophisticated mare known for her surname. Fear in her heart? Yes..

“What.. what do you want?” she asked nervously, knowing this wasn't exactly the same mare she had exchanged pleasantries with earlier. Octavia tilted her head to the side, still grinning.

“Vhat is ze matter, Bon Bon? I did not hurt you, did I nov...?” she asked and leaned down to see more straight into her friend's unnerved eyes. A terrible shadow fell over Bon Bon, covering her with a wall of evil aura and sinister thoughts. The grimace Octavia held summoned the deepest fears anypony knew. A grin so wide it must have hurt, eyes so blood-shot they practically already bled, ears bent back ninety degrees and a radiating thirst for blood.

Without knowing it, Bon Bon slowly crept backwards towards the bed. She stared at Octavia like she could see the demon screaming in her eyes. Octavia followed her slowly one hoof at a time.

“I vould hate myself if a... beloved... friend of Vinyl vas... hurt by my hoof” she furthered long enough to let the struggling mare gently hit her back against the bed. When she couldn't back away anymore, the distance quickly reduced into almost nothing. Merely an inch remained between the two differently colored snouts. Bon Bon couldn't look away from the hating eyes. She knew that look. So many years ago, and now it had returned to play with her. But...

“Oh... o-okay, Octavia. I know what you're g-going... at, bu-”.

“SHUT UP, VHORSE!!!”.

Bon Bon's cheek burned in pain as her head turned sideways. Octavia's brutal hoof had marked her once again without mercy just to aggregate the deep anger pouring out from her system. The cream head hit the floor, satisfying the light gray one. Pain induced her ears and agony intoxicated her scent. This time it felt even better to touch another pony with harsh strength.

A mortified yelp escaped Bon Bon's mouth, giving her too little time to lean on a foreleg. In the next second she was stricken again, this time down to the floor by a harder pressure applied directly on her recently hurt cheek. She felt the mass pressing her teeth, truly forcing her down in all pathetic ways possible.

“It hurts me... tu see Vinyl's friends like... this!” Octavia stated sinisterly and added more weight on her foreleg holding down the mare in mind. Bon Bon whimpered in pain. So much went through her head, so much just collided, so much died, so much twisted itself and committed suicide in a storm of slaughter.

She glimpsed in the upper corner of her eyes. There she saw her, the violator who had decided to play by her own rules and ignore whatever her partner would say. A pure-blooded rapist burning up due to the passion of hurting and abusing. She was going to injure her, rape her, rut her so hard she'd regret ever coming up with this idea. Images ran through both heads. They all told the same story. And Bon Bon... smiled.

“That... all you got... daddy's girl?” she said weakly, throwing several gallons of fuel on Octavia's fire. The inner demon screeched in anger and demanded its host to go further. It was an order she more than happily obeyed.

“You little... pizda*! Otvratitelʹno kiska*! Nepriyatnyy svinʹya!* Yeblya shlyukha*!!”.

Octavia cursed all sorts of insults and degradations over Bon Bon, mauling her hoof harder for each one while using the other to hit her ribs. The helpless mare coughed and yelped, suffering every last damage to her body like she had deserved it. And the foreign curses served perfectly as cream on the top of her lustful meal. How couldn't Vinyl enjoy this, she wondered.

And the more she received, the less she regretted saying it...

“He he... aah... hah.... that t-tickles...” she said with warm, spilled blood coming from her mouth. The internal damages were already visible even if not serious. It hurt. Yes, it hurt. So Celestia-damn good too! But this was all just more frustrating the more she saw it... which was equally good from her view.

There were no use of vocabulary this time, nor any continuation on the abuse. Octavia just stood there, her hoof neatly stepped on Bon Bon's muzzle. That teasing made her crazy enough to take another breath and grit her teeth. The grin remained, there to forever haunt Bon Bon in an arousing mist of passion. Words were insufficient, not enough to cover up everything Octavia wanted to say and do. Instead she felt the strong tingling coming up her spine.

In a demonstration of strength, Octavia grabbed Bon Bon's waist and threw her up in the bed. The springs squeaked loudly when the weight nearly doubled after Octavia's accompany on the soft underlay.

Bon Bon shook her head right in time to get another blow from her friend, struck once again to a laying position. She gasped out the pain, hurt and scared just like it was supposed to be. Suddenly she felt a new pressure, only this time over her throat. Octavia had pinned the cream mare down and used a hoof to suffocate her. Bon Bon put her own hooves on the light gray one, struggling in vain to get rid of it. However, she didn't actually want it to go away.

In an instant, the cellist leaned forward. Her breath fanned for the blink of an eye on Bon Bon's face before she felt the warm suction around her lips. Her eyes widened in reflex to the aggressive kiss consuming her mouth. A warm and sloppy tongue violating her own, moving around to mate passionately against her will. She struggled immediately, but only to improve the feeling of actual rape.

And when she thought about it... this WAS rape...

In the elevator, Lyra didn't ask any dumb questions just like Vinyl. They followed each others example and kept quiet all the way to the main floor of the hotel. Only a few glimpses were landed, quickly silenced by another moment in awkwardness. The elevator doors opened. They went out. Both had the same idea. The bar.

Only another few seconds were necessary for them to reach the counter lined up with simple bar stools. They breathed, inhaled the good and exhaled the bad, a loop they needed to force themselves through this misery called a new day. Vinyl had already felt her best friend's vibes. She recognized them easily ever since the day back at elementary school when she tried to go out on a date with a colt. It didn't work out well... which she actually was glad about. But she never wanted to see her like this again, all worked up and ready to cry waterfalls of tears.

The bartender walked up to them after throwing his little white cloth over his black shoulder.

“Black Russian to your service, ladies” he winked, picked up a menu from beneath the counter with his mouth and placed it in front of the mares. “What can I give you?”.

“I'll have a Bourbon... on the rocks” Vinyl mustered to say, not hesitating to keep looking at the black stallion.

“Uh... I'll... I...” Lyra tried to speak until Vinyl cut her off like a dry branch.

“Appletini for her...”.

“Er... y-yeah...”.

The stallion known as Black Russian nodded in satisfaction and turned to the wall of flasks behind him. Lyra sighed, reminding herself once again how well Vinyl knew her. She glanced at her to see the lack of purple shades. The scarlet eyes were clearly visible, apparently nothing the bartender pony noticed or even cared about. But she did. She certainly cared about those eyes...

“Here you go, lady in white...” the stallion said and served the glass of bourbon filled with three ice cubes. “A~and...”he then tuned while shaking up the vodka and apple juice in his shaker between the fore hooves. A handsome glass was soon put on the counter and then filled to the brim with the ordered drink. One small apple wedge on the glass' edge later, and it was ready “... for the lady in green”.

Both mares smiled at the stallion who gave them one wink each before he left for another couple.

The late afternoon had soon consumed the sun to bring out Luna's night, letting inside a beautiful sky of red and orange above the rooftops of Manehattan. Lyra lifted her drink with magic, embracing the glass in a practically invisible coat. She turned to Vinyl who had done the same. The eye-contact sealed the deal, they toasted in silence. An echo of clinging glasses followed by quick sweeps. A swallow later, and Lyra shivered while Vinyl enjoyed the healing burn on her wounded tongue.

The scarlet eyes landed on the lime green coat. “So... what happened, Lyra?”.

She knew it. That question was unavoidable. Why was she here, drinking alcohol together with her best friend? Oh, right...

“Bon Bon...” she said miserably, looking down on the beautiful wooden counter. “Octavia?”.

“Mhm...” Vinyl replied weakly, suddenly falling back to the repressed memories. However, a realization struck the DJ when she heard that name. “Wait... Bon Bon?”.

She put down her drink on the counter even though it didn't really bother her. Lyra nearly flinched due to the reaction, she knew this wasn't going to slip by like anything.

“Um... yeah...” she answered reluctantly and took another sip from her thin glass. The sip turned into three deep gulps.

Vinyl didn't believe her ears. Bon Bon, the love of Lyra's life: the reason for her tears? Things had really gone Discord's way now, she thought. The white unicorn crossed her forelegs over the desk, keeping her eyes in the corner towards Lyra.

“Alright... tell me now” she said in an unamused tone. But Lyra rejected by putting down her own glass and look directly at her friend.

“No!”.

Vinyl widened her eyes over the frustrated pony next to her. This unicorn frowned, looking back with dedication and concern.

“You're always there, listening to my rants whenever I'm sad. But how many times have I've been there for you?”.

“Uhh... wasn't it just a day or so since...”.

“You know what I mean, Vinyl!” Lyra exclaimed and laid a fore hoof on the counter, stretching it to touch the white fur of her friend. The frown turned into worry. “I can never make it up to you if you go on like this. You... you always act cool and... stuff. There have been times when even you needed a helping hoof. But you've always smacked every chance away just because you want to feel like yourself...”.

Vinyl staid silent, minding her wound on the tongue for a short second while staring in dumbfound at the serious Lyra. She took another gulp from her drink before continuing.

“It's okay to feel weak, Vinyl. I love you and want to be of help any way I can. If you need to talk about something... just talk to me... your best pal Lyra” she finally finished with a smile.

Vinyl chuckled, bobbing her head on the counter and leaning back carefully to stretch her forelegs.

“You're tipsy, aren't you?”.

“Yeah...”.

Vinyl laughed heartily. She had nearly forgotten about Lyra's extreme weakness to alcohol. It were moments like this she always put on her serious personality and guarded her during parties and at local bars. But that was way back in their youth. Now they were adults, grown up ponies were meant to take care of themselves and drink responsibly.

To pony-hell with that, Vinyl thought.

“Bartender! Throw me a Jager!” she called to the idle stallion. He smiled and walked a few steps to get the mentioned drink. As he put it on the counter and prepared a shot glass, he was stopped. “Nuh uh, leave the bottle”.

He paused for a moment and looked curiously at her. “I'm sorry, but I must ask if you have the bits for it?” he then asked with his most humble voice.

“Put it on Octavia von Clef's tab. Room 120. Name is Vinyl Scratch” she stated bluntly, releasing the bottle from the bartender's hooves. He picked up a note and scrabbled down the information casually with a pen in his mouth.

“Thank you!” he said with a gentle smile and walked away.

“You're welcome!” Vinyl ended and grabbed the bottle. Lyra leaned back, wondering what in Equestria she was doing until the answer came clearly.

“Okay, Lyra. You win. I'll tell you about my problems. BUT... only if you share this bottle with me” she stated matter-of-factually and opened the container made out of dark glass. The first three gulps were quickly sunken down her hatch before she wiped her mouth and grasped the bottle with magic.

The lime green unicorn grimaced at the scent reaching her nostrils. Was that licorice? “Vinyl, I've never tasted this. Is it strong?”.

“40% Germane holy water. Take a quick taste and feel the burn... mmh!” Vinyl confirmed and massaged her throat. That warm feeling had her already feeling quite comfortable. Lyra followed example once again and threw a gulp down her throat.

She had to cough for almost half a minute until the true heat could comfort her too. “Ohh... not... ahem. Bad! Not bad at all!” she then stated and massaged her throat too. Vinyl nodded with a grin, agreeing fully.

“Okay... my problems. Yeah, it's Octavia” she began and emptied her glass of bourbon in a sweep like a pro drinker. Lyra leaned forward and inhaled deeply, preparing herself to listen while taking another mouthful Jagermarester directly from the flask.

“She was... well, violent again...”.

A slam on the counter, scaring the living hay out of Vinyl, the bartender and the other couple down the other part of the bar counter.

“I knew it! It's always Octavia! Octavia, Octavia, Octavia!” Lyra nearly yelled and waved her forelegs in the air. Vinyl chuckled in amusement with wide eyes.

“He he he! What the... Lyra? Weren't you going to listen?” she asked and brought the bottle to herself, sneaking down a gulp. In the meantime, Lyra threw a pointing foreleg at her friend, narrowing an eye.

“No! Because you don't understand... understand... no, I mean... uh... wha' was it...?”.

“Aha ha ha ha!!” Vinyl burst out, embarrassing her friend. “You can't even think straight anymore, can you? After just a few gulps?”.

“Yes I can! Or well... kinda... I suppose... mmmaybe?” Lyra managed to say before she too lost herself in laughter.

The other couple snorted in displease over the repulsive behavior and paid for their expensive drinks, soon leaving. But the black stallion watched the mares, noticing how fun they had now. He reflected himself in the glass he polished, sighing over the facts of this night. The facts this was going to be that kind of night...

“No, Octavia! No, no, no!! Please don-”.

“I said SHUT UP, you vorthless vorm!” Octavia said and rammed another well-placed hoof into the cream face. That was the tenth, she counted. This was so amazing, finally having the perfect abuse of a victim. Bon Bon could only lay there and whine with her forelegs tied behind her back. Those towels did an excellent job as suspenders.

“Aah! No, Octavia, it hurts! Don't do this to me, please!” Bon Bon begged like her life was at stake. This was just like before, when her friends held her so the unknown stallion could rape her tight virgin marehood. Only this time she could expect other things from this rapist, minding the fact she lacked the equipment needed for a penetration.

“So... tell me nov, Bon Bon. Vhere are your... tools?” Octavia asked, sending a full-fledged rip of fear down Bon Bon spine.

“Wh-what?” she asked, immediately struck in the back of her head and brought closer to the violent pony's muzzle. The glare could kill.

“I said: Vhere. Are. Your. Tools, PIZDA*!!” she ended with another slap across the already tortured muzzle. “A simple vhorse like you have those things to play vith yourself! NOV VHERE ARE THEY?!”.

The yells, the rage, the slaps, the pain... it was all perfect into each little detail. Octavia burned with passionate fire scorching her inside. This was going to be brutal, involving further abuse and perhaps even blood.

“In... i-i-in... t-the b-bathroom. Lower...” Bon Bon only had time to say before Octavia smashed a hoof straight into her mouth. The punch wasn't nearly as strong like any of the previous ones, but powerful to bend back a few teeth. The cream pony panted in agony over the ache, only to instantly open her eyes and see the next punch flying towards her...

Blood stained the bed together with the herbivore tooth leaving Bon Bon's mouth and bouncing on the bed. Holler. Pain. Fright.

Octavia left for the bathroom, glancing at the closed door. She smiled sinisterly while opening, letting the monster eat all the nutrients it had gathered from the feast. She went through the drawers, digging deep into each one, throwing out the content all over the floor until she found what she looked for with an 'aha'. Bon Bon dropped a tear from her soon swollen eye as she looked at the madmare. She saw the tool of choice clenched between Octavia's teeth.

It was PERFECT...

The night was still barely young, yet the restaurant was practically empty. Aside from the bartender sorting his bottles and glasses, only two ponies were heard.

“NOOO! Ahee hee hee ha ha ha! Lyra, for Chlestia's... ha ha ha! Sake ssstop it! Aha ha ha ha!”.

Lyra didn't obey, she was obsessed to tickle Vinyl on her sides. That was her weapon to send her friend into a fit of laughter without its like. But enough was actually enough, even for her intoxicated mind. Vinyl pushed away the lime green hooves for the last time and leaned over the counter again, joined by the same mare.

“Phew! Oh, Lyra... you know all... er, last spot... on.. you know... uhh, my body” Vinyl kept abusing the language with her drunken talk.

The bottle of jagermarester was empty and currently laying on its side.

“Yep! Every all last one... spot... kinda... durr, I was going... er, somewhere with this, but...” Lyra confirmed, enjoying the rush of happiness bucking up her rationality and timidness. Her breath revealed the scent of strong alcohol. Levels she wasn't supposed to pass had been crossed a long time ago, just like Vinyl had.

“Ohh, gosh, Lyra. That's some cra~azy shit right there! Bon Bon being into masochism an' all...”.

“It... It's not masochism, whateva' tha' is, is she wants me to beat her. Don'tcha get it, Vinyl..?”.

Vinyl held her hooves in the air like she gave up. “Yeah, yeah! I get it, I get it...”.

It was at that moment Vinyl raised an eyebrow while Lyra took her chance to see if there was anything left in the nice bottle. So Bon Bon liked to get beaten and stuff, just like she was getting raped... didn't Octavia have a similar thing going on? Oh, right... beating HER up, yeah, yeah, that's right. If they were to...

Finally she opened her eyes wide, slowly turning to Lyra who pouted over the suddenly unfriendly bottle. “Ey, Lyra...”.

“Huh? Yeah?”.

“I just, uh...er, realized! Yeah, realized something”.

“Whut?”.

“So... we both know Octavia kinda... beats me up every now and then...”.

“Ugh, Viny~yl...!”.

“Hush, hush! Wait, why-wh-wait! I-if Bon Bon likes to GET beaten... a~and Octavia likes TO beat... you know...”.

Lyra narrowed her eyes at first. It took some time for her logic to walk the line without getting caught by the guards. After Vinyl's confusing gesticulations with her fore hooves, she leaned closer towards the white unicorn. “Wait... does that mean...”.

“That they might be... cheating on us right now, yeah...”.

The silence deafened them both as they stared for several seconds at each other. The ambiance grew cold and deadly serious, leaving funny times behind in a chilly grave to rest in pain. Vinyl's scarlet met Lyra's yellow, and their thoughts collided into one single conclusion.

“Pffft... BWA HA HA HA HA HA!! Yeah, right!”.

And they both fell off their stools in laughter...

“Nov... Bon Bon, you vill obey like good little filly...”.

Bon Bon noticed Octavia's grammatical error when speaking. But she didn't really feel like pointing it out from her position, minding the pain still throbbing her mouth where there used to be a healthy set of teeth. But now she lacked one, and she didn't feel ready to pay for another on to fall of. Her tears had dried out a little by now.

“And ve von't need tu be mean anymore...” the light gray violator said and beheld her creation so far.

Bon Bon was laying with her flank in the air, resting only on her head supporting the weight of her remaining body due to the tied forelegs. Her hindlegs were spread to expose everything from marehood to sphincter, a precious sight for Octavia as she walked around the bed. In her mouth she had a horsewhip which hadn't been used so much before. Bon Bon had bought it in hope that Lyra perhaps would like to use it on her. But here she was, now being watched by a totally different mare reading herself to use and abuse the tool.

Octavia jumped up in the bed and stood up on her hindlegs, smiling deviously with ice-cold eyes at her victim. The whip flew back, ripping up the air on its way down to the cream flank.

“Aah! Oh! Unf! Hgnn! Ahh!” Bon Bon yelped repeatedly to each smack hitting her pretty behind. It wasn't nearly painful as Octavia's brutality in her hooves, something she actually didn't appreciate. “It... ouch... doesn't... hnn... hurt! So sto-”.

In a swipe, the whip flew away. “I agree!” Octavia added even faster.

Physical force charged up in strong fore hoof, landing with a crash right on Bon Bon's sensitive pink slit. A smacking noise was the only thing the tied pony heard before she yelled. Octavia relished in the agony of her victim. The sheer sadistic value in seeing Bon Bon like this made it all better. Feeling her pad pressed against the soft flesh was pleasing in so many other ways than the mere fact of just touching it.

Another pullback, and it rammed the same spot again. Bon Bon's pink pearl got squeezed right beneath the hard hoof hurting her further. The pain was so much clearer now when the physical connection was reestablished. To feel the actual touch damaging her delicate body, pressing her down into filth and dirt. Degraded and humiliated, abused and hurt, fucked and raped...

“Nooo! Please, stop... AAAHH!!” Bon Bon said with an accidental grin on her lips, enjoying this far more than she should have. This was like it should be, painful and scary. Much better than Lyra who couldn't...

Lyra...

Bon Bon narrowed her eyes in a flash. She almost dropped her flame of lust when a downpour of doubt rained over her mind. She was doing this without her. She was doing what she wanted so much with somepony else than her. This wasn't Lyra, this was Octavia. She was... she was cheating on her. She was cheating on the pony who had charmed her with soft touches, warmth and wonderful moments when kindness and cuteness were her only thoughts. Her fetish spoke for itself, but what she felt for Lyra wasn't sexual. It was... something so much better than just sex.

Did she really want this...?

“Is this real life? Or is this just fantasy?” Vinyl hummed carefully.

“Caught in a landslide. No escape from reality...” Lyra followed and squeezed her foreleg a little tighter over Vinyl's shoulders.

Then they both sang together. “Open your eyes.... look up to the skies and see...”

Vinyl broke free and held her forelegs up in the air. “I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy” she kept singing and suddenly pointed at Lyra.

“Because I'm easy come, easy go. Little high, little low...” she continued with her hooves put together like she prayed. Then they grabbed each others shoulders and rocked back and forth.

“Any way the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me...”.

The bartender went up to take away the empty bottle and glasses, smiling seductively at the mares who suddenly looked at him. “To~o me~e...” he ended.

Vinyl giggled embarrassingly and pressed her cheek into Lyra's chest, leaning on her without knowing if it hurt her. It didn't, she just embraced Vinyl's head with her lime green forelegs.

“Ohh, Lyra. It's been too long since we... sang jus' you and me. Tha' was the time, aight?”.

“Uh-huh!” Lyra said while nodding. “You always sang that song when I was sad... like after I had been on my... my.... my first date with another colt...”.

Vinyl couldn't take this anymore. The warm heartbeats behind this fine and soft fur, this friendly body owned by the sweetest unicorn she'd ever met. She couldn't lie anymore now, the truth had to be set free. Or else this eternal nagging in her head never would shut up. She grit her teeth and leaned back to break loose from the comfortable grasp. She shook her head and almost lost balance while doing so. Lyra kept smiling.

“Lyra... there's... er, something I must confess...” she started, waking up curiosity from the other unicorn. Oh dear Celestia, she had no idea how to put this in her drunken state of mind. Her eyes shifted everywhere as she tried to come up with the best way to say it.

“I... uh... kinda... well, you know...”.

“What?” Lyra asked, innocent as ever. Her eyelashes fluttered, almost like she flirted with her. But Vinyl knew better, thus why it was so hard to finally let this come out. Her cheeks grew crimson while her heart beat faster. The scarlet eyes turned from the crystal clear floor to the topaz clear eyes which were Lyra's.

“I... had this... silly c-crush on you when we... er, were small”.

Vinyl expected a gasp, a flash, a flinch, a slap, a suddenly-breaks-your-neck-like-a-ninja, or anything at all.

Not a smile...

“Heh... wow. Vinyl, I... uh, kinda... knew that” she replied while looking nervously at the floor.

“What...?” the white unicorn replied in disbelief.

“Yeah, or well, I always suspected that. Ever since we were fillies, you always did all those things nopony else did. You.... you always looked at me with warm, wonderful eyes, always held me when I cried, always made me.. tee hee... laugh when I needed it th' most.... oh my, what didn't you do for me?”.

Lyra looked really dreamy when she stated all the facts she knew of. Vinyl felt more dumbfound than ever at this somehow sudden confession coming from her friend. Was this real life? Or was this just fantasy? Didn't really mater, she was already caught in a landslide...

The demon was struck to the ground, brutally assaulted by the light burning its hide. Tortured screams escaped its mouth as another arc of light seared its face. The crimson black background faltered, failing to remain real for its master. The monstrous being struggled on its back, scratched the ground and smashed the empty air in vain. But the light kept burning, incinerating more and more of the demonic life form until it realized how pointless this battle was. A final echoing screech from the escaping monster born in darkness, and the righteous light set down its hoof on the ground. The light's eyes opened, beholding the changed landscape around it. It felt victorious, even though it knew the war was far from over. The demon had gotten away, but no longer reigned over this corrupted mind...

“Vinyl...” Octavia uttered silently while sitting still on her hind knees, choking the life out of Bon Bon with the whip around her cream neck. She had stopped, the demon was silenced. This feast in the name of mental gluttony had filled her sooner than expected. Suddenly, it wasn't that much fun abusing a pony anymore. Sure, she enjoyed it deeply since Vinyl never could get along with this.

But what was the point of doing this when it wasn't Vinyl? No, she didn't want Vinyl to live through this. No, she didn't want anypony to live through this. No, no, no!!

“Net... chto ya sdelal*...” Octavia said in her foreign language and dropped the black whip. As Bon Bon coughed for air, the cellist felt her willpower dying in the fading darkness of her eyes. She fell back on her behind, staring into the empty air. Her soul was empty now, replaced with nothingness until she glanced at the squirming mare in front of her. A flash of horror struck her in an instant.

“Bon Bon! Oh my Celestia, no!” she exclaimed and flew up to help the poor thing with tied forelegs. Her concern had bloomed into that of a healthy adult pony's who truly cared for her friends. In the next moment, she had removed the firmly tied towels suspending Bon Bon so she could move again. Her fetlocks had marks on them after the tight grips they had to endure.

Luckily, she had lost the mood too. Thus completely willing to be freed. But when Octavia held up her bruised muzzle, she felt overwhelmed with attention.

“Ooh.... B-bon Bon... no, no. Bon Bon, I'm so sorry! Look vhat I've done tu you! No, please forgive me!” the light gray earth pony cried, shedding weak tears as her horrified grimace got the best of her, The sorrow forced her to hug the cream mare.

It's just like I'm with Lyra again, Bon Bon thought without making any facial expressions.

Octavia was heavy, but soon Bon Bon's own tears gave her an image of being hit by a ton of bricks. She clenched her forelegs around the light gray waist, laid her muzzle to rest on the equally colored shoulder, and cried to her heart's content.

They fell down on the bed, hugging and crying rivers of tears like there was no tomorrow for them to see or hear. Emotions such as grief, regrets and sorrow broke out in a total disaster. A hellish Armageddon occurred inside Bon Bon's head. The apocalypse reigned in fire inside Octavia's. All damnation and curses fell upon the two mares who sought comfort in the body they actually never wanted...

Thirty minutes had passed before the last tears were shed...

“I... I have been so selfish...” Octavia whispered over Bon Bon's shoulder, looking at the ceiling.

“You're... the one to... talk...” Bon Bon sniffed, still removing the remaining sobs in her voice.

The cellist felt secure in the warm embrace. She knew this was somepony who had experienced the curse of a misfitting fetish torturing your most beloved pony there was. Thus, she felt ready to finally unveil her miserable secret. It was indeed a shame that it wasn't Vinyl who got to hear this first, but at least it was a pony she trusted. She nodded to herself and inhaled deeply.

“Vhen I vas a filly... long before I met Vinyl, I lived in Mos-Cow vith my family...”.

And thus, Bon Bon became the first audience to Octavia's story. She felt partially guilty for all this, so listening was the least thing she could do now. Slowly as the seconds developed into minutes, the cream mare changed her grimace from teary to mortified. She widened her eyes at several parts, especially when she told about her father. Octavia managed to hold back the tears. She had gone through the whole scenario over and over again to herself, imagining what it was like and how her sudden anger and hatred came to the world. But soon she was finished...

“... and then I just sat there at his funeral. I couldn't smile happily or frown angrily. It just.... felt so empty vhen he died. And my father spoke of him a few times, but never tu me... never asking if I missed him” she ended on the edge of tears again.

Bon Bon felt short on words. “Wow...” was however a word repeating itself inside her head, thus her reason for saying it when Octavia fell silent. The silence dominated another tens of seconds before the earth pony found a reasonable thing to say. She leaned back to see the broken mare again. She couldn't see the monster raging in the eyes, only the reality of a small filly crying herself to sleep after being abandoned by both friends and family for such an intangible thing like a family name.

She sat up slowly and brought Octavia with her. Her face still locked in confusion.

“Octavia, that's... horrible! And so unfair! You... you didn't deserve that at all!” she stated seriously, looking deep into the grayish purple eyes.

The light found its enemy again, thus charging directly at the beast of darkness....

“V-vhat? Octavia asked out of surprise, not expecting to hear such praising words from another pony. All this time, she had only seen herself as a despicable mare who lied to everypony in her presence. Whenever somepony brought out a smile to her, it simply had to be covered in a blackish ink of evil.

“Octavia, for the love of Celestia! Absolutely nopony has to live through that... awful, oh sweet mercy! Does Vinyl know about this?!” Bon Bon almost grew desperate in her voice to the shocked Octavia.

The demon screeched and struggled to break free, but it was all in vain. The light pressed its hoof over the chest of this inferior horror, pressing it harder onto the ground...

“Uh.... n-no... you are ze first I have...”.

Bon Bon dropped her jaw and cut off the foreign mare by hugging her again across the shoulders. “Oh my frigging... this explains so much! But why... why haven't you told her? She HAS to know this!”.

As solace burned the demon's eyes into ashes, a sharpened piece of light unsheathed from a scabbard...

“Vhy? Vhy does she have tu knov my humiliation?” Octavia tried to argue. It was her last wall of defense, the only remaining resort for her to bury such weakness in a pit of agony of sadness.

The demon reached out to smack away the sharp piece from the light's hoof...

“Because how is she supposed to understand you then?! How the bloody Nightmare Moon is she supposed to be there for you and comfort you when you've been hurt?! She wants to help you, Octavia! But she can't if she doesn't know what you've been through!” Bon Bon started shouting, holding onto the light gray shoulders while looking tearfully into her friend's shocked eyes.

The light used its other hoof to crush the pitch-black arm, finally bringing out the long headsman for this miserable evil's execution...

“You're a strong mare, Octavia! The female must be strong to survive in our world, Octavia! Vinyl is strong, you're strong... but you will both weaken if you don't know each others stories! Such painful memories must come out to the right ears! If they don't...”.

“Vhat do you knov about painful memories?!” Octavia roared angrily at Bon Bon, surprising her with those harsh words.

The demon's second attempt was to grab the blade itself with its other hand, incinerating its palm just to prevent the final pose it ever would see...

Bon Bon frowned at first, feeling a warm rush of anger flowing through her veins. But when she saw the muddled expression of her angry friend, she forgot to doubt. The cream pony smiled heartily, knowing she had what it takes to say 'painful memory' and understand the meaning of it.

“Because I've been assaulted just like you... by my best friends...”.

Octavia leaned back, raising an eyebrow. Suddenly out of nowhere, Bon Bon unveiled her story. It had been passed around to the pony who saved her that day and also the guards when she testified. There had been some other ponies too who she felt secure enough to share secrets with, and they had all felt the same... empty. But now it felt like a real relief telling he tale to somepony who surely needed it and understood.

But the remaining hand was already burned to crisp, and the demon hollered in pain like the monster it was. When nothing could stop the sharpened sunray anymore, it raised above the light's shoulder...

“... and then I never heard of them after that. It took some time for me to try find somepony who wouldn't hurt me like that again even though I... well, you know. However, Lyra was a pony I trusted. And she turned out to be a well-placed bet. But... now I seem to have... heh, forgotten it...” Bon Bon ended her speech bluntly, hoping it had shed some light for the other mare in front of her.

Octavia had taken Bon Bon's role as the speechless pony. She slowly glanced down at the bed, evaluating after her own ability what she just had heard. Never before had she seen anypony who could take a rape like it was a pleasurable thing. It wasn't like Octavia had imagined. She and Bon Bon were on two whole different planes.

What the cream earth pony mare had live through was a way to enjoy the pain she been returned with. And what the light gray earth pony had lived through was the very mental breakdown after being rejected by the most important ponies of her earlier life.

And it was at that moment the blade sunk into the corrupted flesh of its sworn enemy. Pitch-black blood sprayed from the deadly wounded throat in the background of a dying screech...

“Do you understand now, Octavia?” the more confident mare asked. The mentioned one, however, didn't know what to do else but answer with another question right back.

“Does... d-does Lyra knov...?”.

Bon Bon sighed with rolling eyes. “Yes... and I remember how long she cried over my shoulder too. It was impossible to break loose from her grip even when I tried. She said she'd always be there for me and immediately understood much more why I wanted her to be rough in bed. And she tried her best. It's just I who can't be patient...”.

The cellist looked carefully at Bon Bon, taking the words in a steady stream so she could interpret them further. In the end she understood fully.

“So I... I just vanted tu hurt because...” she had time to say until Bon Bon laid a hoof on the gray shoulder. She smirked weakly.

“... because you wanted others to feel your hurt too. But Vinyl loves you, Octavia. You must give her a chance... a chance to listen and understand you. Because you know what?” the cream equine said and leaned forward.

“I know she will understand... and she will forgive you”.

As the last twitches of life left the dead body, the sword raised from its downed prey and was held to the snout of light. The darkness turned into scarlet and moved like slime through the air...

“S-she vill...?” Octavia hesitated, that until Bon Bon nodded.

“To be honest... that depends on how much you love her...”.

The scarlet ended up in the eyes of the light. And as the winds from the purified realm touched the rave blue mane, a smile spread on the white lips of this shining unicorn.

The traces of darkness disappeared when Octavia's eyes shrank. She felt it, the deep scars of regret burning deep inside her body. A will woke up, a wish, a purpose, a final choice she had made. Her mind went into a blank desert, only to return again.

“I.. I must talk to her...” she stated and looked at the door from her sitting position.

“Right now?”.

“Right nov!”.

Octavia jumped down from the bed and headed for the door, shortly followed by the other mare who thought it'd be wise to follow. She knew Vinyl had dragged away Lyra before, so this time couldn't have been much different.

They entered the hallway and headed straight for the elevator. Bon Bon glanced quickly down the corridor and saw what she thought only would be an anomaly. But while waiting for the elevator to reach their floor, she hard voices. And even if Octavia was occupied with other things going on inside her mind, even she heard the noises.

They came from her room...

Cut off from the current event, Octavia thought it had to be Vinyl who had returned and looked for her. Bon Bon thought the same and wondered if perhaps Lyra was there too. Oh, she had so much to apologize for, talking about and even share stories with. She loved to know her marefriend was getting closer for each gallop. They reached the door at the same time, smiling reassuringly when turning their heads inside. But the smiles disappeared.

They were there. Octavia and Bon Bon stared in a frozen silence.

Lyra was on her back with her forelegs around Vinyl's neck, tongue kissing her passionately while stroking her marehood against Vinyl's...

The youth of night brought out the yellow colt from his personal broom closet. He wandered off from the fancy hallway and into the restaurant where he saw the black stallion wiping a glass in his hoof behind the bar counter. As the colt approached the bartender, he smiled weakly.

“Well, look who is breaking the rules again” the stallion chuckled.

“Meh, shut up Black Russian. Just give me a diet beer, will ya?” the colt asked without dropping his smile. Done and done, the friendly earth pony stallion tossed up an ice-cold can from the counter. The colt opened his drink and swept a few gulps before sitting down on a bar stool.

“How's your day been?” he asked, forcing the other male to chuckle once again.

“He he he... not much aside from just recently. Not very often I hear ponies sing Equestrian Rhapsody...”.

“No way... by Queer?” the colt asked impressively.

“Yes way...” the black earth pony insisted playfully and put away the glass he had been cleaning for ten minutes straight. “So what song will you use to pay your bill this time?”.

The colt grinned widely and decided for a moment. There had been this song he thought off when seeing the prestigious mare earlier today. It surely had to be far away from the actual truth, but that was his wild imagination coming up with the interpretation.

“Hmm... how about this one? You can join me if you want” he said and cleared his throat. The black stallion leaned over the counter and watched dreamily at the colt singing his tunes. He preferred this over getting paid. Money couldn't buy this singing voice.

It was one of his favorite songs... and they sang together when it fitted.

“I saw you yesterday with an old friend”.
“It was the same old same how have you been”.
“You reminded me of brighter days”.
“I hoped you were coming home to stay. I was headed to church”
“I thought about you for a long time. Can't seem to get you off my mind. I can't understand why we're living life this way...”.

And then the colt sang alone.

“I put your picture away.... sat down and cried today. I can't look at you while I'm lying next to her. I put your picture away... can't look at you while I'm lying next to her...”

To be continued...

Author's Note:

Russian translation:
Pizda = Cunt
Otvratitelʹno kiska = Disgusting pussy
Nepriyatnyy svinʹya = Obnoxious pig
Yeblya shlyukha = Fucking whor(s)e
Net... chto ya sdelal ? = No... what have I done?

This time I found a PERFECT song!
WOW almost three weeks?! Geez, this social life is ruining my promise to you guys. Anyways, I'll do my best to catch up on all the delayed updates. Should have been three chapters of Deathbeat out by now, but HECK no!

Welp, I'm off to start immediately on the next chapter of mentioned Deathbeat and then Ponyville's Lusts. Hope I'm not disappointing you guys. I'm just doing my best to put up with everything going on around here ^^'

By the way, did you know bourbon is primarily made out of corn?

Brohoof on ya all!

"Picture" is made by Kid Rock. I do NOT own the song, please support the official creator.