Vinyl Scratch plonked herself onto her couch with a long drawn out sigh, her head leaning back against the plush pillow behind her as she surrendered to the comfortable prison.

“Good afternoon, Vinyl! Did you manage to find Pinkie Pie?” Came a voice from the open kitchen doorway, which was located a short distance behind the couch.

The scent of freshly made waffles and the sizzling sound of eggs intoxicated Vinyl’s senses, her mouth salivating in anticipation.

“Yeah…” Vinyl replied in a half arsed manner, not really wanting to get into the specifics of what she exactly saw in Fluttershy’s cottage, even though the image of the mare consistently orgasming was still unfortunately firmly cemented in her subconscious, playing all kinds of tricks on her body.

“Stupid, sexy Fluttershy…” Vinyl muttered to herself, eyeing the ground as she grumbled to herself.

“And what exactly is wrong with you?” Came the semi-annoyed tone of Octavia as she wandered on over from the kitchen, balancing a plate of waffles and eggs on an upturned hoof.

“If anything it is I that should be the one that is grumbling. You again did not take out the rubbish bin or even attempt to clean up this mess you call our home, so in the end, I had to do it,” Octavia in passing gave Vinyl a rather stern glare at the emotionless tinted glasses upon the DJ’s face, “when you clearly knew I have quite an important gig coming up in Canterlot soon to practice for.”

Seating herself next to Vinyl, she settled the plate onto her lap and dug into it without saying another word.

Vinyl placed a hand to her forehead, groaning as she only now remembered what it was that had been irritating her all day. “Awww, man, I’m… I’m real sorry, Tavi, it just completely slipped my mind, you know? I’ve got this party to plan with Pinkie Pie for Princess Twilight Sparkle’s birthday and I just totally focused on that when I woke up this morning.”

“Well then, it is nice to know where I stand when it comes to things of utmost importance,” replied Octavia somewhat monotonously, still refusing to even look at her partner.

“Look, I’ve had a pretty shitty day too, okay?” Snapped back Vinyl, leaning up from the couch to frown over at Octavia, “you have no fricken idea what I’ve been through and to be perfectly honest, right now? I really need to get off real bad.”

Octavia blinked at that, turning to regard Vinyl with a mouthful of waffles, merely tilting a brow as to portray her curiosity on the subject, her eyes trailing down the mare’s length to inspect the hardened nipples.

“...It’s nothing.” Vinyl crossed her forehooves over her chest and huffed a touch.

After swallowing her food, Octavia placed the plate aside and simply leaned closer to the DJ with a look that could have melted steel.

“It is clearly not nothing, Vinyl. You are particularly aroused and I can tell, so don’t even attempt to hide it from me. What happened? And do not lie because I will know.”

“Jeez, you sound like my Mom…”

“Vinyl…” Octavia warned.

“Alright, fine! Jeez, don’t get your tail all up in a twist,” Vinyl sighed aloud, rolling her eyes as she submitted to her fate, “me and Pinkie ran into each other when she was on her way to visit Fluttershy at her cottage. So I tagged along to talk about the setup for the party… unfortunately, Pinks being Pinks, she decided to wander into the cottage uninvited when there was no answer… in short, we both ended up finding Fluttershy pretty much midway through a rather intense orgasm… it was really awkward. There, are we happy now?”

“And that turned you on, I take it?”

Vinyl regarded Octavia’s twitching eyebrow. A slow grin bled across her lips.

“Hey… you’re totally jealous!”

Indignant, Octavia scoffed, turning her head away. “Don’t be absurd, I am not jealous.”

“Dawww, is Octy all jealous because her little Scratchy got a kick out of another mare masturbating? It’s not like we don’t watch porn together, you know.”

“That is besides the point! And I am not jealous! I am merely disappointed with you,” Octavia stood up from the couch, huffing aggressively through her nose, “I mean, that poor mare is probably so embarrassed she will more than likely lock herself away in that cottage for a week, if not more! I do hope you apologized.”

“Of course I did and… eh… I don’t think so. Oh yeah, want to know the coolest thing though? She’s got P.G.A.D.”

Surprised, Octavia sat back down, her mouth agape at the news. “What? Are you sure?”

Vinyl nodded. “Said so herself. Had it since she was a filly.”

“Vinyl! That is hardly what I would consider ‘cool.’ You know full well it is a terrible disorder. That poor dear…”

“I’m not so sure. It seems like her condition is not as bad as some I’ve heard of… anyway. She seems to control it kind of well; moving on… what’s for dinner? I’m starving.”

Octavia frowned. “Nice try, Vinyl.”

“What?” Vinyl held up her forehooves into the air defensively.

Octavia returned to the question at hoof. “So, Fluttershy DID turn you on?”

It was Vinyl’s turn to stand up from the couch, almost growling. “Alright-alright! Yes! I’m extremely turned on right now and can you blame me? She was moaning and cumming all over the fricken place and it just reminded of last night, that’s all!”

Octavia blushed. “O-oh… I see.”

“Look, you know you are the only mare for me. But, you have to admit though, Fluttershy has one hell of a plot.”

Chewing at her bottom lip, Octavia nodded, smiling somewhat. “Okay. I will let you off the hook this time. But… at least allow me to return the favor from last night.”

Vinyl’s ears perked, her tail swishing at the prospect. “But I thought you said you had a ton of practicing to do?”

Octavia stood and approached Vinyl, moving a leg up to brush a hoof through that electric blue mane. “I do. But you worked on me for almost two hours last night… it was quite breathtaking. You are quite an expert with your tongue, Vinyl, despite your crude mannerisms and ways of speaking. You made me orgasm. Twice. I felt like I was dying…”

Octavia’s voice became sultry and sweet. “It was amazing.”

Vinyl was not entirely sure if she would boast or humbly accept this fact.

“Well… yeah. I like seeing you make that face you do when you cum, you know? Of course I am gonna put the effort in.”

Octavia brushed her nose against Vinyl’s, retaining that sensual tone of voice from before as she spoke in a hot whisper close to the other mare’s lips.

“How about I return the favor? Go and get ready.”

Vinyl did not need to be told twice.

Quick as a flash, she crossed the living room towards the spiral staircase in the corner of the room to the upstairs bedroom.

Once there, Vinyl rushed over to the four poster bed, jumping onto it with a slight giggle as the elation and excitement filled her chest and caused her to lick her lips in anticipation.

She hadn’t achieved an orgasm in almost a week.

Summoning her magic, she flung her glasses from her face and placed her forehooves behind her back as she summoned the fluffy pink hoofcuffs that were haphazardly discarded on the floor next to the bed amongst a pile of records, affixing them to herself appropriately.

“Don’t forget to put on the ball gag...” Octavia called from downstairs.

With her forehooves now trapped behind her, Vinyl rolled her eyes as she shouted on back.

“But I hate that thing!” Vinyl whined.

“Vinyl! You know exactly why we use it!” The distant voice replied in its irritated muffle.

“Oh, fine! Fine… jeez…” Looking about the room from her perch upon the bed, Vinyl spotted the blasted device nestled atop of the bedside cabinet.

Levitating it over, Vinyl parted her lips and mouth to receive it as her magic worked to tie it firmly into place about her head, the large red ball filling her mouth to muffle the sounds.

“Unfortunately, Vinyl, you do not come with a volume control. The last time we did this, the gag broke, remember?” Octavia had entered the room, her voice now clear enough for Vinyl not to strain her ears to understand what was being said.

“Mmph?”

“Lyra heard you. Remember?”

“Mmmmoophhh!”

“Yeah. She lives across the street. That is how loud you are.”

Twisting her head, the DJ regarded the cellist with lusty eyes, for she was adorned in a full body, black PVC catsuit, her face wearing a domino mask for the added allusion to her role in this situation.

“Now then…” Octavia sighed, her eyes closing as she sucked a deep breath between clenched teeth. “I really do hate doing this, you know, when I can’t orgasm either.”

Vinyl nodded and moaned as saliva drenched the ball gag, her head pressing firmly into the bed as she stuck up her rear as high into the air as she possibly could, her tail lifting up and away to reveal her already wet marehood.

Octavia giggled. “Are you that turned on Vinyl? Well... Okay then, let us get started. Do you want the nipple clamps?”

Vinyl nodded, moaning against the bed as she shook her flank in the air side to side.

Octavia blinked. “You want one on your clitoris too?”

Vinyl nodded again.

“As fetishes go, Vinyl, it’s funny the one that gets you to orgasm is the one that I actually enjoy doing to you. You are a very frustrating mare.” Frowning, Octavia glanced about the room, “now, where on Equestria did I put that whip?”

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24 Hours Later

Octavia opened up the front door, wincing painfully as the sunlight burnt her eyes.

“Can I help you?”

Lyra stood at the horizon, her eyes half lidded with blue rings under them.

“Can, you, please, stop? It happened again!”

“I’m…” Octavia blushed, “I’m sorry, Lyra it just kind of—”

“I… don’t care. You realize, whenever you do whatever it is you are doing with Vinyl, we can hear it.” Lyra glared.

Blushing redder, Octavia nodded her head. “Yes, and I apolo—”

“And, if I can hear it. Bonnie can hear it.”

“I’m… I’m sorry if it makes her uncomfortable, we will try—”

Lyra lifted a hoof, silencing her. “I don’t think you understand. I want you to stop because if you don’t, I won’t get a decent night sleep because Bon Bon keeps trying to screw me! I’m at the end of my tether! Just stop! I mean, I love sex but I can’t take anymore!”

Author's Note

I did say at 500 likes I would do a OctxVinyl chapter.

Well, since I am now continuing the series longer than expected, fuck it, have this as a thank you prematurely.

Even if we did not get to see those two get the nasty on.

I am SUCH, a tease...

Also, her Anorgasmia, is a type of Anorgasmia, known as "Situational/Situation Anorgasmia," whereby only certain things can get her off.

In this case, its pain, known as: Algolagnia.