A Guide to the Underbelly of Equestria

A stream of blood ran down her thighs, a stark contrast to the pure white coat that it was staining. A dark colored earth pony mounting her grunted as he forcefully slammed his cock into her. His breath smelled of cheap whiskey and cigar smoke. The anguished cries of the blue-maned mare never touching his ears. The thrusting continued at a frantic pace, the screams of the mare now a mix of disgust, agony and pleasure. Frantic attempts of the mare fell unnoticed - the blue glow of her magic flickering weakly around the body of the stallion. With a few deep thrusts he held himself in her for a few seconds, his stallionhood twitching as he spewed his seed into her womb. Pulling out of her, he looked around and quickly exited the dark alley. The mare fell to the ground and closed her eyes, letting troubled sleep flow over her.

Vinyl awoke, A sheen of sweat covering her body. It had been a while since she had thought back to those times. The days when she became famous overnight, an immensely popular DJ. Climbing to the top; not by talent alone, but by sleeping with ponies with connections. She remembered vividly the day that her fame and glory had come crashing down around her.

The lights flashing, the bass pounding, the night life of Manehattan in its purest form - a rave. Vinyl looked out into the crowded room, her eyes scanning the face and the cutie mark of every pony. She found who she was looking for - her marefriend of the month - Octavia. To her it seemed too good to be true; it was her longest relationship to date, and the sex was mind blowing to boot.

It all started with a fight. Vinyl didn’t think she deserved a mare as amazing and successful as Octavia - So she broke up with ‘Tavi - the greatest mistake of her life.

A red-eyed Vinyl walked out of the house on the outskirts of Ponyville, her little ‘escape’ from reality helping her see the truth - that she loved Octavia. Suddenly she was assaulted by hordes of bright flashes - the paparazzi. A quick spell rendered her invisible to the cameras. She calmly walked to the train station, ordered a ticket to Manehattan, and left the last pony who would ever understand her behind, Guilty Pleasure.

In an almost trancelike state, Vinyl boarded her train - she flopped down on the cushioned seats of first class and shut her eyes. The loud cacophony of ponies boarding the train fading into the background, lulling her to sleep.