Vinyl Stumbled into the music store, panting and wheezing for air. She had practically run the whole way here, not to mention she, well, masturbated in the streets. With ice.

She looked around tiredly, trying to catch her breath as she looked for Octavia. The music store was disastrously cluttered, with instruments and other musical items hanging from every space on the wall. The walkways were narrow, with little patches of carpet bathed in psychedelic colors.

As she caught her breath, she heard something. It was... A drum beat. Then she heard a bass, and a few synths coming from somewhere in the shop. Vinyl recognized it, it was electronica. She began trotting around the room, looking for the source of the sound, before she found herself at the cashier's counter. The music sounded like it was coming from behind the wall, just beyond a dark wooden door marked "Employees Only".

As Vinyl looked closer, she noticed a small paper note taped to the bottom of it. She climbed over the desk and hopped down behind the counter, before perusing the note further. It read, "Drop the Bass" in Octavia's impeccable writing.

Vinyl was completely taken aback. Octavia resented electronic music. For that matter, she didn't care much for anything that wasn't classical. She slowly pushed open the door, only for her jaw to drop and hit the floor. Octavia's mane was messy and ruffled, hanging in unbrushed strands over her eyes, which was obscured by a pair of grey sunglasses. She had a pair of neon pink headphones hanging around her neck, which were plugged into a set of turntables, which she was spinning suggestively with her right hoof.

"Octavia?" Said Vinyl, a dumbstruck smile on her face.

"Octavia?" said the grey mare, a mock tone of confusion in her voice, "Who's that? You must have me mixed up with someone."

Vinyl let out a small chuckle. "Oh yeah, what's your name then?"

The mystery mare stepped from behind her turntables and began to circle around Vinyl Scratch. "You can call me Quartet." She continued to circle around the white mare, looking her up and down lustfully. "Do you know why they call me Quartet?" Vinyl shook her head slowly, a goofy smile still on her face. Quartet stopped beside her and leaned on her back. "Well, you see, I'm quite good at what I do." she removed Vinyl's shades and folded them, before placing them on a table. "So good in fact," she ducked under Vinyl and used her body to push her roughly into the turntables. "That you'd think there were four of me."

Quartet reached over and hit a button. Immediately, the lights dimmed, and a new song began to play. A deep bass rumble could be heard reverberating through the speakers, slowly rising in pitch, with a flanger sweeping through the amps. As it did so, the lights gradually dimmed, Quartet backing away from her suggestively. The noise was now rising faster, just as the grey mare across from her pulled out a long, dim rod, with a black strap on the end. She used her hoof to crack the object, before a neon green light began illuminating the figure.

It was a glow stick strap on.

The noise was nearing it's pinnacle, as Quartet fixed the black belt around her waist, using her hoof to smack the tip, giving it a slow, stiff wobble. The pitch had reached it's highest point and disappeared into a mist of reverb, just as the lights dimmed into a complete darkness. The only light that could be seen, was the light green of Quartet's new tool.

Vinyl watched as the penis wiggled underneath her silhouette, before it suddenly broke into a run and tackled Vinyl. As the white mare's back hit the ground, the bass dropped and the lights began strobing. The room was instantly filled by the rambunctious sound, as it penetrated the room with multi tempo wubs, subwoofs, and wails. Vinyl felt the glowing member slide forcefully inside of her pussy, ploughing her deeply, roughly, and quickly. Vinyl let out a small yelp of pain. Quartet was quite rough with her, throwing her around the room and such.

"Gah! Take it easy, Tavi,"

Quartet pulled out, before picking her up and throwing her, face down, into the turntable. The lights turned were flashing red and white, as Quartet slapped her hoof into Vinyl's flank.

"Wrong name, dear," she used her hoof to send another reverberating slap that pierced through the percussive dubstep. Vinyl let out a pained yell.

"Say my name," a third slap bounced off of her buttocks.

"Q-Quartet!" Vinyl squakwed in slight desperation.

"Say it louder," another slap, causing Vinyl to cringe with pain.

"Quartet! Quartet!" she yelled,"

"Louder!"

"Gaaah! Quarteeet!" She screamed through the explosive drum beat, her voice cracking slightly.

"That's the name I'm looking for!" She took the strap on and stuck it back inside Vinyl. Pumping in and out of her furiously. Vinyl could only scream in both pain and pleasure as her ass burned with a stinging pain, and her cunt was filled with the pleasure of the toy. Vinyl rested her head against the turntables, only for her hair to be yanked upwards by Quartet, who was holding a large lock of her blue hair betwixt her teeth.

Vinyl took in a sharp breath as she felt her head jerked by the grey mares teeth. Vinyl could feel herself climaxing for the fourth time tonight, before the glowing toy was removed from her now aching cunt, leaving Vinyl alone and unfucked.

"Hnng, no, put it back in, quickly!"

Quartet pulled Vinyl from the table and placed her onto the ground.

"Who's giving the orders here?" said Quartet crossly, "Last I recalled, it wasn't you."

In one swift movement, Quartet turned herself around, and landed in a squat, just above Vinyl's mouth. "Now fill me with your tongue, not your words."

Vinyl immediately began licking Octavia's sopping wet cunt in long, fierce strokes, only to have the moist slit removed from her wet embrace. "Wrong hole, buttercup, we're spinning a different song tonight,". Octavia forced her ass back onto Vinyl, only this time, her shiny, pristine sphincter was just above her muzzle.

Octavia shuddered with pleasure as she felt the warm tongue prod the entrance to her second entrance. She forced her butt down onto Vinyl's tongue, absorbing as much of the slimy appendage as she can, letting out small shrieks of bliss as she felt it massage her pucker.

"Mmm, you've been a good girl today Vinyl, keep this up, and I might let you cum." Vinyl began inserting her muzzle into Quartet's beautiful, little asshole, forcing her nose into the tight entrance.

As Quartet rode Vinyl's face like a rodeo, she used her glowing, fake dick to prod Vinyl's entrance. She felt a few hot breaths warm the space between her flanks, and a few surprised moans gracing her ears. She began rubbing the head of the dick all over her clit, causing Vinyl to squirm and wriggle with sexual spasms.

Quartet was practically squealing with delight, as Vinyl pushed against her just right, causing her to yell and scream.

"That's right, fill my ass you slutty fucking bitch!"

Suddenly, the lights stopped and the music screeched to a halt. She felt the tongue retreat from her, before a voice came out from under her body. "What was that Quartet? I couldn't hear you over the bass,"

"Uh," quartet gulped loudly, before trying to reassume her character. "I, I said fill my ass you slu-" that was all Quartet was able to vocalize, before she was magically pinned against the wall. Vinyl's horn was ablaze with a deep blue, as she stared at Quartet, her mouth wrenched in a wicked smile. "I would have played along with your little show, if you showed me some respect."

"Vinyl, it was the heat of the moment! Calm dow-"

"But you crossed the line with that little remark." She lifted the grey mare off the ground and into the air, keeping her pressed against the wall.

"Vinyl, it's me! Octa-"

"Oh I know who you are 'Quartet'," she said with a mischievous chuckle. "You're my slutty fucking bitch."

The music resumed, as Vinyl used her horn to ram Octavia's pussy. The lights flashed with epilepsy inducing speed, as Vinyl plowed the grey DJ, who hung suspended by Vinyl's magic.

Suddenly, the glow stick strap on dislocated itself from Quartet's crotch, before floating to her mouth. Suddenly, Her throat was filled with the glowing toy's girth, as it passed in and out of her lips. Once it was covered in a shiny coat of saliva, Vinyl levitated if down to her pussy, before inserting it once again. "Now you know who's really in charge!" She yelled over the music. Vinyl kept ramming Quartet, speeding up as she thrust the dildo in and out of her at a breakneck pace.

Finally she felt it, a burning sensation flowing from her stomach, before sending a tingling feeling all around her body. She was close to her climax. She could feel it; the wave of pleasure just waiting to crash down upon her body. She could tell by Quartet's screams and moans that she was close too.

In one, final, glorious thrust, she sent the horn on her head deep into Quartet's pussy, sending a spray of clear liquid down her face. The neon green dildo had almost disappeared inside Vinyl, before she crumpled with the pleasure. The music stopped, and the lights returned to normal as the song reached it's end as the two mares did. She nearly dropped Quartet in her state, but managed to keep hold of her against the wall, before slowly lowering her to the ground. As soon as Quartet touched the floor, she slumped over, her head resting peacefully on Octavia's stomach. They were both panting frantically, treasuring the last tingles of pleasure as they escaped their body, leaving nothing but fatigue. Vinyl could feel her eyes beginning to droop, as sleep called to her.

She began to nod off, before the grey mare scooted next to her, wrapping her hooves around her in a warm cuddle.

"Love you, Vinyl," she managed to sputter out between pants.

"I love you too, Octavia,"

Vinyl could only manage a few more weighty breaths, before she fell into a deep, comfortable sleep, alongside Octavia.

Author's Note

Tough Wub = Tough love, get it?!..... Ok, I'm sorry.

*crawls back into hole*

Anyway, there you have it. I extended it, just for you guys.

Heheh, extend.