Silence.

Stunned silence. Despite being out in the beautiful gardens yet again together with my two comrades, there was nothing to be heard for quite some time.

“Wait… that’s rape… Isn’t it?” BonBon stuttered.

“I...I don't know, I mean, should we report this or something?” Lyra said, even she was confused after my retelling of the events.

“I mean, you are upset about this, aren't you?” BonBon inquired

I groaned and dramatically threw up my hands. “It doesn’t matter! Thats not what I’m upset about at all!”

“Then what are you upset about?” Asked BonBon.

“The fact that she won!” I nearly exclaimed.

“err… What?” The two said together.

“She won!” I started aggravated. “She saw through me, she completely read my emotional state, and used it to her advantage! She even made me enjoy losing to her! And now I’m back at square one, I have nothing against her, nothing!” I planted my face into the table, too frustrated to even face the sky.

“I think this rivalry the two of you have is getting rather unhealthy.” BonBon muttered.

“Speak for yourself,” Said Lyra. “They could be duking it out, or covertly ruining each others lives. Compared to that, having some good ol’ nookie to settle their scores is like waging a war with pillows.”

“You really think being sexually assaulted is a ‘positive’ direction for this relationship to take?” BonBon deadpanned.

“Hey, it’s make love, or make war, they just found a way to do both at the same time. Besides, she said she enjoyed it didn't she? If finger banging someone to orgasm is a crime, then I needed to have you arrested for these scratch marks on my torso.”

BonBon blushed furiously “You promised you wouldn't talk about that!”

I let out another groan to remind the two that I was still sitting here with no solution to my problems.

“Honestly, if you want my two bits on this situation,” Lyra started. “I think Vinyl likes you.”

“Say what?” BonBon said.

“I concur.” I said with a raised brow. “How did you even come to the idea that Vinyl holds me within a favorable light?”

“Stay with me here.” Lyra continued. “She’s been bugging you for like, ever right? And as soon as she found out you were into mares, she started making sexual advances towards you. And I don't know about you, but you usually don't sex up people you dislike, specially in a way that doesnt give you any direct pleasure.”

“I do think it’s strange,” BonBon interrupted. “That Vinyl would dedicate so much time to you for so long with no good reason.”

“Until yesterday night, we had never even held a formal conversation.” I started, flustered at the nonsense of their idea. “We knew nothing about each other. There’s no way she would be infatuated.”

“Correction.” BonBon started. “You knew nothing about her, she seemed to know plenty in regards to your habits and dislikes. She even records your practice sessions from the sounds of it”

“Yeah, and besides.” Lyra stated. “You can get crushes on ponies and know next to nothing about them, most of the time they just fade away, but I can imagine a lot of ponies getting hung up on someone like you.”

“But that’s so...juvenile. How would irritating me ever gain her my affections?” I asked

“She might just be trying to get you to loosen up and have some fun, you are a bit of a stiff.” Lyra said.

“And you can be oddly prudish with your life views.” BonBon added.

“And you can be a real ice queen to someone who doesn't meet your immediate standards.”

“And let’s not forget that one time you-”

“Enough!” I cut in. “Vinyl absolutely, positively, cannot hold any such feelings towards me. I might have believed you two, if she didn't declare herself the winner of our argument after all was said and done.”

“Well, maybe thats just what she’s into?” Lyra ventured, which gained her dirty looks from both me and BonBon. “Hey, some of the best sex I’ve ever had was directly before or during some big argument with BonBon. Some people just like to be angry and competitive. Apply that logic here and it makes sense.”

I stayed silent, while BonBon asked a question for me. “What are you on about, Lyra?”

“Every time Octavia comes to us talking about Vinyl, all she can focus on is ‘who won this’ and ‘I lost that’. It’s a game, and you’re both keeping score. You were just saying yesterday that you didn't want to move out to another dorm, because if you did, you would be losing the game. This is a competition between you two, and you both get off on winning.”

“I… I…” I started, but couldn't find any words to defend myself.

“Look, I’m not saying to go over and mary the mare. For all I know you two just had a incredibly kinky night off the heat of the moment, but there are a lot of things you two need to be asking one another, like why do you two try so hard to get on each other’s nerves. Maybe Vinyl thinks your really hot and just wants to rutt you into oblivion, and doesn't want to admit it, or does admit it to get on your nerves, and you’ve just been too blind to see that she really means it.”

"I... Well," I said dumbly.

"Lyra may not be too off the mark here" said BonBon "Between the way you two act, there’s probably a lot of pent up sexual tension. Last night may have just been a form of release."

I was blinking rapidly, mouth slightly ajar. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but at the same time, I couldn't outrightly refute it.

"I think you two need to have another talk, one that doesn't end in sex." BonBon said.

"Or another that does, maybe this time you'll get to be on top." Lyra chuckled.

I laughed a bit at the idea, but said nothing.

"Octavia," BonBon reached over, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Are you going to be okay? Are you sure you don't want to report what happened last night?"

"I’m fine BonBon," I gave her a reassuring smile. "And don’t worry about last night, ultimately I enjoyed the experience, even if I'm still upset over being so masterfully duped."

She didn't seem to accept that fully, but was happy that I was at least not breaking down from some traumatic event.

"Alright, just remember that we're here for you." BonBon said.

"That includes if you want to get really kinky and make it a foursome." Lyra laughed.

BonBon elbowed Lyra, but I noticed that she didn't deny her marefriend's statement.

But I was at yet another emotional impasse, And one that seemed to lack any clear choice. It was still early, but on a lazy saturday afternoon, no one had anything of consequence to do, including me. So i decided to head home, and see if I couldn't work out my situation.

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The cello makes for a beautiful sound.

It was the normal set up for my saturday’s starting a year back. I would sit in some space of our shared living room, and Vinyl would spend her time lazing about.

I played something simple and slow, to give my mind time to ponder. The dragged out notes sluggishly sauntered through the corners of the room to evoke the feeling of melancholy, as it was lazy, and a bit saddening in its sound.

This seemed to take a effect on Vinyl who laid on the floor with a thousand yard stare, or maybe she was still thinking about last night, maybe she regretted it. We hadn't talked since she uttered those words confirming her triumph, so it was possible.

As I thought about that, I realized that these moments of practice were the only breaks of peace I had ever gotten from the Ivory Menace. And that every time, like a dutiful pet, she would rest about in silence while I played. It had never occurred to me that she might be listening to my music, after all, what modern ruffian would have a taste for classical?

But as I looked over to her, I could see her ears swivel and move in time with the beat. She seemed to be listening intently. Was she always doing this, filling in as my silent audience while I honed my skills, or played for relaxation?

"H-hey, Tavi."

My thoughts and playing came to a stop, as Vinyl, for the first time in... Ever, interrupted my playing.

She stayed silent, I assumed she was waiting on my acknowledgement.

"Yes, Vinyl?" I said with no inflection.

"About last night..." She said then stopped, she seemed unable to continue easily with this topic.

"What about it?"

"I um, I might have..." She sat up, turning her back to me. The room was so quiet that the itching of her mane was audible. "I might have gone a little overboard."

"What, you mean with you sexually assaulting me?" I said icily.

"Yeah... That..." She sounded completely crestfallen, shame was soaked into her voice. "I know if you were going to make a big deal out of this, I'd be expelled already. So thanks for not doing that."

“I did not refrained from reporting you for your specific benefit. It simply was not worth my care.”

“I know, I know. It’s just…. yeah…”

More silence, lately I was getting used to silence and all its flavors. This one was awkward, painfully so, but I kept on as if I was immune to it. Vinyl spoke again some moments later.

“Think we could ever do it again?”

“Excuse me?” I sputtered.

“Well, you said you didn’t care. And last night you seemed preeeeetty into it.” She said with a shrug.

“I’m not going to dignify that question with a answer.” I said, preparing to return to my playing.

“Yeah, alright.” She lowered her voice, trying not to be heard, but I caught her next words anyway. “Just ignore me, like you always do.”

I got into position, planning to do just that, when my mind had gone down a line of logic, meshed together from the previous days events and advice.

Vinyl Scratch knew a lot about me. She knew my habits and tendencies, and often played off them to get me agitated. She knew my favorite composers and musicians accurately, so that she could make fun of them. She even knew my birthday, and had planned a particularly elaborate prank on the same day.

She knew a lot about me, and I knew almost nothing about her. I always ignored her, pushed her out of sight and out of mind, only paying attention to her when she was reaping chaos on my life. And the one time we had actually chatted, and she shared something personal about herself, I had laughed at her face, then used a personal secret of hers as a means of torment. And the way she had taken revenge for such a thing, albeit without permission, was to send me into orgasmic outcry. It didn’t make what she did right, or even okay... But...

I had blocked out the tune that was Vinyl Scratch from the song of my life. I was doing the exact same thing I vowed not to do three years prior.

“Uh, yeah?”

“Somepony had pitched the ridiculous idea earlier today, that you might actually hold me within favor akin to a lover.”

A pause.

“Who gave you that stupid idea?”

“Oh, just a friend of mine.”

“Well you should stop being friends with that pony, because if they say stupid stuff like that to you she’s going to start rotting your brain.”

“It is a silly notion, is it not?”

I got up from my seat.

She flinched.

I walked towards her, taking my time with every step. When I had reached the sofa she was sitting on, I took my own seat right besides her.

“After all.” I continued as I reached over and plucked her tinted shades away from her face. “You don't even like me in the slightest, do you?”

I stared at her, straight in her eyes while I waited for a response. It happened again, all the silence of the room faded away, to highlight the details of the subtle sounds. I could hear her breathing, even the small thudding of her heart beat. She sat completely frozen in front of me as I gazed unblinking at her.

This was a game. A game she was good at playing. A game she was used to winning. A game she couldn't afford to lose this time. A game that would cost her to much if she did lose.

And she lost.

“I’m going to go mix a few beats in my room, I’ll bug you later.” She said, getting up as she reached for her shades, I grabbed her wrist.

"Sit." I commanded.

"But I've got to-"

I didn't raise my voice, I lowered it as i repeated my words.

"Sit."

And she sat.

"Vinyl, there are some questions I want answered from you."

"Why? We going to have another chat like last night?"

"No this isn’t a chat, this is an interrogation."

"Pfft, you and what dungeon? You going to hold me down and give me a spanking if I dont say anything?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Please stop looking at me like that's a good idea." She mumbled.

"Don’t worry Vinyl, we'll start with simple questions. Ones you wouldn’t mind answering."

"Okay, shoot." She said with a shrug.

"Whats your favorite food?"

"Pizza."

"Passions other than music?"

"Partying, video games, sleeping."

"Your favorite color?"

"Blue."

"... That was a lie."

Vinyl raised a brow. "Why would I lie about my favorite color?"

"You tell me Vinyl." I said, still keeping eye contact.

"... Okay, so maybe its purple."

"You mean like the color of my eyes?"

"Or you know, like my shades. Speaking of which, can I get those back?"

"It’s rude to wear such things during a conversation."

"I thought this was a interrogation."

"It is, you just don't know it yet." I absently tossed her shades behind me, she tried to get up and get them, but i held her wrist firm.

"Next question." I continued

"You know, your really starting to-"

"Why do you refer to me as 'Tavi'?"

"Because it pisses you-"

"That's a lie."

"What? Why else would I-"

"Why do you never address me by my full name?"

"Seriously Tavi, I don't know what you want me to-"

I snatched her other wrist and pushed her over, pinning her beneath me. She was completely wide eyed as she pitted herself against my strength. She was used to dodging me, and last night she had caught me by surprise. But this time, I had genetics backed with a lifetime of heavy instrument carrying. She wasn't going anywhere I didn't want her to go.

"I can tell when you're lying to me Vinyl, it’s part of my talent."

"My left ass cheek you can, I trick you all the time." She countered.

"I wasn't truly listening before, I also didn't hold the advantage. Now you're playing by my rhythm, and I will not have you lie to me. Now tell me why."

"It’s a stupid reason! It’s not even worth all of this!" She stammered, but her eyes were unable to look away.

"Tell me."

"It's..."

She looked so frightened as I bore sight on her very soul. There was no place to run or hide, and she was slowly realizing that.

"It’s because... It’s because your name sounds so important and official, like I’m talking to my boss. If I say it, its almost like..."

"Almost like?"

"Like I'm admitting that you're better than me..." She broke the stare. She couldn't look me in the eyes and admit it. But i knew it was the truth.

"Say my name, my real name." I ordered.

Vinyl paused for a moment, taking in a deep breath, as if having to ready herself for a huge task. Her eyes darted around, refusing to hold my gaze as she mumbled out the word.

“Octavia.”

Hearing it felt good.

“Say it again Vinyl, I couldn't hear you.” I said with a malicious smile.

“O-Octavia.” She tried again, her voice shaking a little bit.

“Say it again, slower and more pronounced this time.”

She was trembling, I could feel it as she started to lay into me more and more. The little mare was trying to seek comfort in my body as she amassed the strength needed to repeat the words.

“Octavia.” She lingered on every syllable, that scratchy and tomboyish voice of hers turning musical. I was surprised with myself when the next words that came from my mouth where low and husky.

“Look me in the eyes, and whisper my name to me.” I commanded

Vinyl became short in breath, and she clenched her fist as she brought her eyes up to mine. We stared at each other in silence for a moment, Vinyl’s small and trembling body against my own, electricity dancing where ever our skin met. She finally breathed the word, barely audible to anyone but myself.

“...Octavia…”

I could hear it, everything that was mixed into her voice at that moment, the submissive sound of need and desire. It made my own body quiver as my name left her lips for the fourth time. I had to close my eyes as I was swept away by a wave of euphoria. I really enjoyed how Vinyl looked like this, so small and vulnerable in front of me, the eagerness in her eyes, the fear in her breath, and the closeness of herself to me.

I had never been so turned on.

“You’re infatuated with me.” I said. It wasn't a question, and she didn't deny it.

“What does it the most for you? Is it my breasts? My face? My eyes?”

“Your voice,” she croaked meagerly. “It’s beautiful.”

“And what happened last night? Was that a result of it?”

“Yes, It was. I was getting so desperate, a year of living with you and you still never truly noticed me. You're just so beautiful, so sexy, so incredible, and the more I learn about you the more I want you. Everything I did last night was because I couldn't control my lust for you. I'm so pathetically obsessed with you. There, thats all of it, that’s the truth.”

She looked like she was on the verge of tears. I picked her up and held her into my arms in a hug, stroking her mane to calm her down. She buried herself into my embrace, I could tell that she had yearned for this kind of touch since the day she laid eyes for me.

“...Liar.”

But that wasn't the whole truth.

I threw her down across my knees and kept her still by the neck. I destroyed the flimsy panties that she was covering herself with, leaving her with only a oversized shirt and socks on.

“Last night wasn’t about love.” I said, as my hand came cracking down on her exposed flank. The magic she was gathering as some probable means of retaliation dissipated, and a yelp exploded from her.

“Last night wasn't about lust.” I spanked her again, this time the other flank, flesh rippled as it con-caved under my palm. I kept it there and squeezed a handful of her plush, little behind while she let out panicked sounds of confused mewls.

“Last night was about winning, about being the dominate over the other.” My third strike was aimed straight down the middle. The sound that echoed throughout was wet, splashes of arousal were sent spraying, and my palm became damp. The sound Vinyl made was as much agony as it was bliss, she let out a whole body quaver and her head lulled.

“Last night, was about you seeing me in a position of subservience. You wanted to have me squirm under you, and it aroused you like nothing else to have me moaning like a whore while you had your way.” At this point, I was knuckle deep in soaked flesh, violently stirring Vinyls marehood.

“Y-Yes! Yes, YES!” I can't even tell if she’s answering my questions, or just moaning out her joy. I barely care as each of her screams pierces me and sets my loins ablaze. I'm shifting in my seat as I drench myself in arousal, I want to touch my self so bad, but I want to see Vinyl slide down this road even more.

I remove my dirtied fingers and gagged Vinyl with it, forcing her to taste her own sex. Her tongue wafts and she suckles at my hand when I remove it. She whines like a mutt when I don't immediately return my attentions to her, so I silenced her with another slap across the middle.

It’s mere moments before the room is stained with the scent of her arousal, the tangy musk flows into my nostrils and gives me even more confirmation that I should push harder and further. When Vinyl had me dancing on her fingers, she was gentle, but I was never a gentle pony. I was always cruel, always cold, I could hear it in my very voice. It was that voice that Vinyl fell for, and what lead to this road a year after the fact. I would not be gentle.

I clutched her by the mane and crained her head up by it. “I wonder what you enjoy more? Having me as your moaning slut, Or being under my heel.” I didn't wait for a answer. I smacked her. Hard. Fast. Repeatedly. Without mercy.

THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK.

Every hit sent the two of us bouncing. Vinyl shrieks cut through me, so shrill and base in their sound that I ached in empathy. I doubted my cruelty for a second, but only a

second, as Vinyl raised her flank in the air, brushing her tail completely out of the way. Her puffy marehood making a beautiful ensemble when matched with her reddening cheeks and freely flowing juices.

"You seem to be enjoying this more than I am." I tested my words with a particularly malicious hit. The sound she made in response was so guttural that I did it again seconds after. I figured I was reaching the limits of what I could get away with, any more and I would be seriously aiming to cause pain.

“Octavia!” Vinyl moaned, lacking any shame or hesitation. “Please! Harder! HARDER!”

I couldn't believe it, the bloody girl wanted it harder? She was asking me to become a true monster, bent on nothing more than destroying her. And by the Goddesses did that drive me INSANE.

"Raise your flank higher, I’m going to make these next ones count." She did so, and i leaned in to whisper in her ear. "I’m going to make you pay for a year’s worth of headaches, are you prepared?"

"Yes Octavia! Yes yes yes! Damn it all, yes!"

THWACK, THWACK, TWHACK, TWHACK, THWACK THWACK, THWACK, TWHACK, TWHACK, THWACK.

It was a nonstop onslaught, my hand burning and my ears ringing. I bit down on my lip so hard out of mind numbing lust that it bled. Vinyl’s euphoria twisted her into something less than a pony, she was a mess of moans, cries, and dripping secretions. She sang as her nethers twitched and legs spasm, enjoying a body wracking orgasm from the pain of it all.

There was a true beauty in her unrelenting cries, The siren’s song that was covered came out unhindered through each one. It was an addicting sound to listen to, one that inspired you to push harder, to go further, just to hear it more. Vinyl was singing me her song of love, and it only grew stronger the more I tried to break her. Oh how I wished that I was a more loving pony, that I would have done something along the lines of what Vinyl had done to me, bringing her tenderly along the edge and guiding her through it.

But this was not a mare looking for love’s gentle touch. This was a dirty masochist, wanting to revel in her mistress’ torment, her sopping lips, grinding hips, and face devoid of anything but joy told me that. She practically slammed herself into each of my spankings with what little motion I had allowed her.

I had overused my stick, so I decided to give her the carrot. I plunged my fingers back inside her, mid orgasm, and used all of my arm’s strength to jill her into oblivion. She’s thrashing in my grasp as she goes utterly insane, all i can hear is her repeating my name, ‘Octavia, Octavia!’ as she makes a mess all over herself and me.

Seeing her like this is too much, I’m so enraptured by the display that my arousal is hurting. Here i am, no restraints, no cares, as I abuse this poor mare who had the misfortune of falling for me, the cruel bitch that I am, and she is begging me for that exact same cruelty, having the orgasm of her life off my manipulation and mistreatment of her.

Never for as long as the sun would stay burning would I have imagined such a wonderfully perverse moment happening in my life.

Vinyl fell limp into a whimpering mess. Her body was shivering as she fell from her peak. I petted her, I couldn't refrain from doing so, she looked so frail, so weak.

I realized with great pain that I was still horny out of my mind. But I felt for some reason it could wait.

"Every day." I said.

"W-wha?" She stuttered.

"Every day I pleasure myself, and to completely obscene images and stories. I’m a pervert, and that fact is my greatest shame."

Vinyl seemed to mull this over in her lust induced befuddlement. Once she caught her breath, she said. "Why? Why did you tell me?"

"Because, after giving you that secret, we are now even. Even the year of annoyance is balanced by your year of being ignored by me."

She looked at me, unsure of what to say for a moment. "You aren’t going to stop 'playing', are you?"

"I am not a pony who accepts 2nd best, or average. I don't stop until I have won, and with you," I brought myself down until I was tonguing her ear, little squeaks escaping her as I spoke. "I’m not going to stop till I utterly destroy you."

"I- I will fight back." She said, trying to muster resistance. But I could tell from her voice that she was excited by my declaration.

"I want you too, Vinyl, this game wouldn't be so much fun if you didn't."

I shoved her off me and let her unceremoniously fall to the ground. I got up, walked over, and returned to my seat by my cello. I picked up my bow, and continued playing.

And just like always, Vinyl laid there in silence, my ever dutiful audience.

Listening along to the tune of my song.

Author's Note

The finally chapter comes out soon(TM) As I have half of it drafted, but it needs to be finished and edited. Hope you're enjoying whats here so far.