Special Guest: Octavia

by Deshamable

Rating: mature
Tags: DJ P0N-3, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Octavia, Sex
Length: 2483

When Vinyl Scratch welcomes Octavia onstage during one of her concerts, Octavia immediately knows that something's up.

Vinyl Scratch and Octavia have always been friends, and they've even used each other for more "pleasurable" reasons, but Vinyl has always been bothered by Octavia's reliance on what is "proper behavior"

How will Vinyl react when Octavia, in a rage, breaks loose of her Canterlot etiquette, and directs her wrath at her best friend?

Warnings: Extreme fetish-related material ahead, including watersports/scat. Not for the very weak-stomached or the easily offended. If you're all kinky'd up, walk right in. Thank you.

Published 2014-03-17 22:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2014-03-17 22:00:01 UTC

Special Guest: Octavia

Octavia looked out from behind the stage curtains, taken aback by the chaos ensuing. Even the music, about a million times louder than anything she would ever play or enjoy listening to, was completely drowned out by the excessive roars of the crowd. Many were clearly under some degree of chemical or alcoholic influence. Octavia allowed herself a small wince as she saw what appeared to be a teenage mare kicking her legs straight upwards and wrapping them around some stallion's face.

"Such obscenity," She muttered to herself, disgust growing in the pit of her stomach. What was she even doing here?

In an instant, however, the entire audience went silent. It was as if something incredibly shocking had happened and nopony could believe it; they each simply directed their attention at the stage. Octavia shyly pulled her head back behind the curtains. It didn't do much good, though, as she felt a white hoof grab her arm and pull her right back out onto the stage. Vinyl Scratch led her to the front, close enough to touch many of the audience members. The eerie silence continued. Octavia looked at Vinyl with a curious expression.

"Vinyl, what are we doing up here?" A shudder ran down Octavia's spine as Vinyl responded with nothing but a smirk. Something about her eyes also seemed absolutely devilish. Sure, her eyes were completely hidden by her sunglasses, but from her viewpoint her eyes seemed.. treacherous, somehow.

"We're just gonna play a little game, Octy!" It quickly became apparent that the microphone built into Vinyl's glasses was turned on, as her voice echoed throughout the large, pony-filled room. "A fun game!"

Whatever this game was, Octavia thought, it was almost certainly going to be at her expense. Vinyl always meant well in the past, but when she was drunk she had a tendency to go much farther than she normally would. Octavia gave the air a quick sniff in front of Vinyl's face; as she expected, the scent was that of Vinyl's normal breath, sweet with a spicy feeling to it, dampened with the heavy stench of alcohol. Octavia sighed.

"Vinyl, you are going to kill your liver if you keep drinking like this," she scolded in a slightly pleading tone. "Let's go home."

Vinyl didn't respond to Octavia's request. In fact, it seemed as if she was just.. waiting for something. Something unpleasant. Octavia opened her mouth to ask again, but all that came out was a surprised cry when the feeling of a frozen waterfall started pouring down, splashing all over her back and her head, soaking her mane instantly. The alcholic scent grew more potent, causing Octavia to look up at Vinyl to see if she'd moved closer. To her surprise, her friend was still the same distance away. The liquid kept pourind down. Octavia was completely soaked by this point, feeling chilled to the bone. Finally the wet assault ended.

"V-V-Vinyl..!" Octavia was fuming. Despite the frozen fluid all over her, she felt an intense heat in her cheeks and her ears. "I-Is this..!?" A sniff of the liquid confirmed her suspicions. Applejack Daniels.

Octavia didn't even realize at the moment it would've been impossible for Vinyl to hear her; Vinyl, as well as the rest of the crowd, had burst into cheers and laughter once the alcohol had started being poured. Octavia narrowed her eyes in her anger. Vinyl was going to pay for every drop of liquor on her.

In a furious rage, she grabbed Vinyl by the horn and dragged her offstage. Once it was possible for her to be heard, she started speaking, her voice broken with fury and humiliation. "You won't be laughing much longer.."

Vinyl's ears perked up and she looked upwards at Octavia's face. "Yeah? You gonna keep me from laughing?~" She giggled. "You don't have it in ya, Octy!" Vinyl's mind rushed to her idea the previous day. Neon Lights had agreed it would be the best way to teach Octavia to stand up for herself a bit more. In the past, Octavia did nothing but plead and beg for ponies to do what's "proper" and "right" and as much as Vinyl hated rules, she hated prissy Canterlot ponies more. Her thoughts were interrupted as Octavia threw her into the dressing room, making her land on her back. A smirk crossed Octavia's lips.

"I thought you might try something like this; after all, I seldom get invites to your concerts," her tone was surprising to Vinyl. Had Octavia had more self confidence than she thought? "That's why I brought this.."

Octavia reached back into her tail and pulled out a black collar. Without giving time for even the thought of protest, she slapped it around Vinyl's neck and held the remote up. She showed it to Vinyl as she raised it to the second highest setting. Vinyl gulped.

"H-Hey, Octy, let's talk about-" she was silenced as Octavia lowered her face to hers and spat into her mouth, her saliva hitting the back of Vinyl's throat and making her choke weakly. Octavia shook her head. "No talking. Not for you."

Vinyl was shocked, but not by the collar around her neck. She was shocked and confused at this gruesome behavior of a best friend she'd had since they'd attended Canterlot High, back a long time ago. It was a very, very demanding school and they'd worked their flanks off to get into it, but they both knew the second they saw each other that neither of them really belonged there. Their passion lay not in studies, sciences, or the traditional arts of other ponies- no, their passion lied in the arts of their own work: music. Their styles were so different, and yet their situations were the exact same. Before Vinyl knew it, she'd begun to feel attached to Octavia, in ways she never really understood all that much.

Octavia looked down into Vinyl's eyes. "You're going to be punished," she said in a tone that sounded more like a purr. "Severely."

Vinyl looked back into Octavia's eyes, attempting to read her expression. "Octy, are you drunk..?" Octavia's response was one of pure wrath; she turned her entire body around with what appeared to only be the movement of one hoof, then planted her flank down firmly onto Vinyl's face. She rubbed her inner thighs against the sides of Vinyl's skull, sighing in relaxation as she rested her sweaty plot on her friend's face.

Vinyl, likewise, was enjoying the feeling, even if in a different way. She inhaled the musky scent of Octavia's most private parts: her marehood, wet and dripping with her liquid arousal, and her slightly dirtied tailhole, sweaty from how long Octavia had been sitting in wait that night to be taken onstage. The scent of alcohol was still very strong in Octavia's fur and her tail, but that did not deter Vinyl. She planted her muzzle right between Octavia's plump rump-cheeks, inhaling as deeply as she could the scent of the moist sweat and fat Octavia carried on her rear.

Tentatively, Vinyl pushed her tongue out of her mouth and flattened it against the inner crevice of Octavia's flank. The salty, bitter flavor immediately began to possess her mouth, her senses being dominated by the musk coming from Octavia. Thankfully, Vinyl thought, this delicacy was untouched by her crude prank before. She slowly began to move her tongue up and down Octavia's fleshy sitter, all the way up until she felt a rubbery, circular hole. Octavia's plothole was more bitter than mostly anything Vinyl had ever tasted, and it was clear that, for whatever reason, Octavia must have not wiped it last time she'd used it.

It didn't matter to Vinyl, she loved the filthy, disgusting taste of her friend's anus. She began to forcefully plant her flat tongue against it and lick up the traces of the predigested meals Octavia had eaten, caking the very tip of her tongue with them. The hasty increase in effort had begun to evoke aroused moans from Octavia, whose marehood was now beginning to sweat in its own ways. She raised her hoof and smacked it, harshly, against Vinyl's flank, right where her cutie mark is. Vinyl cried out softly into her friend's plot before pulling away and lying her head back down.

Octavia sneered, "We're not up to that point yet, my filthy servant.. work where I need you." Vinyl didn't need an explanation. Octavia's natural lubricant was now all over her neck, feeling rather uncomfortable in her fur. Vinyl obediently moved her muzzle further south and began to lick at Octavia's juicy slit, gathering the fluids onto her tongue. The taste was indescribably good; it was sweet, but just barely, with an additional clean, almost chloric flavour that seemed to blend perfectly with a light, tangy scent.

Sighing loudly in pleasure, Octavia spread her legs over Vinyl's face to help expose her vulva for more treatment. Vinyl hesitantly reached up and began to caress both sides of Octavia's tush, still forcefully licking into her feminine holes, slurping up her divine juices and cherishing them as if they were more precious than oxygen itself.

Vinyl blinked in surprise as Octavia raised her flank and held her marehood over her head. She was just about to move back in when Octavia's urethra let loose a sudden, powerful stream of hot liquid. It splashed against Vinyl's face, forcing her to shut her eyes tightly in fear of being blinded. Octavia snickered above her. "Now, Vinyl, aren't you thirsty?"

The scent of Octavia's urine was already strong in the air, and Vinyl wasn't fond of the almost sulfuric, steamy smell. But, out of a pure rush of submission, she opened her mouth and accepted the salty, golden liquid into her body. It flowed down her throat as a steady river, warming her esophagus, chest, and her stomach. The taste could be better, she thought; Vinyl had to hold back choking as it entered her mouth. It tasted sour, very salty, and had hints of bitterness in every drop. Most of all, though, the aftertaste was one of the most foul Vinyl had ever tasted, matched only by that one time she was dared to make out with Filthy Rich in high school.

After what must have been at least five minutes of pure urination, Octavia felt her well beginning to run dry. A few last spurts of piss shot out of her for Vinyl's consumption before she lowered her flank and wiped her soaking wet mareholes clean all over Vinyl's face. Vinyl didn't fight it, even though the smell was plenty enough to knock out most dragons, and even offered her tongue's assistance in cleaning the last of Octavia's urine.

Octavia removed her flank from Vinyl's face for only a moment, then relaxed it right back down, this time with her tail lifted and her plothole planted firmly against Vinyl's muzzle. "Kiss it," she demanded.

Vinyl obeyed, submissively pushing her lips against Octavia's tailhole and giving it the most passionate, deep kiss she could manage. She poked her tongue inside of it, wanting to taste the deeper depths of Octavia's delicious parts, only to find a solid warmth blocking her entry. Octavia smirked above her.

Despite finding the new guest, Vinyl continued to push her tongue into, against, and around Octavia's tasty hole. She felt Octavia's anal muscles contract and constrict around her tongue, spending a second or so pushing outward after every contraction. Knowing the inevitable, Vinyl pulled away slightly and opened her mouth around Octavia's plothole, ready for her meal to make Octavia's exit and her entry. A few feminine grunts came from Octavia as she steadily pushed her waste outward toward her friend's face. Finally, the tip of the brown mess peeked out of her anus.

Vinyl was immediately aware of the scent, and she loved it. She pushed the tip of her tongue back against the tip of the waste, wrapping her lips around it and starting to gently suck, hoping to encourage Octavia to push more out. It tasted extremely bitter and faintly spicy, but also had the faintest sweet, smooth texture to it. Octavia continued to push, sighing in relief as the small tip quickly became a log, forced directly into Vinyl's mouth; Vinyl loved every second of it. The scat quickly painting her tongue and her gums a gooey brown while also beginning to sink into her teeth. No doubt, she would be tasting Octavia's waste for at least a week, and she knew she would have it no other way.

Octavia's anus winked, pinching off the fudge and letting it sit in Vinyl's mouth. She looked back at Vinyl. "If you choke, I'm not helping you; make sure you chew."

Vinyl nodded in response, then started to chew on the waste, grinding it into her teeth and releasing a whole new flavor from it. A much more foul, potent flavor, on resembling old garbage and dirty clothes. She blushed as she chewed through the feces, knowing the scent may take months just to leave her breath. Brushing hardly mattered, unless she did it for an hour a day. She kept chewing, completely content.

Octavia, then, felt the need to release more of her predigested chocolates. Her plothole found its way to Vinyl's mouth once again, and began to forcefully and repeatedly wink, and push, and wink, and push, until finally a small deluge of semisolid excrement found its way down Vinyl's throat. This time it was saltier and the scent was much more potent, and it seemed to never really stop. As soon as Vinyl scarfed down one mouthful, Octavia was ready with another; Vinyl was only chewing at this point for the sake of savoring the taste.

After a few mouthfuls, though, Octavia seemed to run out of her delicious scat, and instead planted her anus against Vinyl's muzzle to release a bubbly, wet explosion of gas out into her nostrils and her mouth. Vinyl inhaled every molecule she could, not wasting any of it. It smelled damp with Octavia's waste, making Vinyl crave more of it with every sniff of the air.

Vinyl greedily forced her tongue into Octavia's plothole, effectively cleaning every last bit of the scat in her frenzy to get more. The insides seemed to have plenty on the walls, but before she knew it, Vinyl found that even those traces were gone. She'd eaten it all.

Octavia sighed in pleasure above her, relaxing her anus and forcing a quick, silent stream of gas blow into Vinyl's face. "Don't worry, Vinyl dear.. now that I know you're into this," she smirked, blushing slightly, "we will definitely do this again sometime. Didn't you say you were wanting to add something new to your diet?" Octavia laughed softly. Vinyl fell in love.