Face the Music

by Shadowbane

Rating: mature
Tags: Tragedy, DJ P0N-3, Human, Sad, Romance, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Octavia, Other, Sex
Length: 6955

Vinyl Scratch is waiting. She needs someone for real - not just a one-nighter with a random raver.

(Yo dawgs, here's my second linear fic. But this one's gonna be more on the romance side, bros, so if you're coming for the clop you might have to wait a bit. And tolerate the far-ness apart. ))

Vinyl Scratch is a DJ known as DJ P0N-3 in local clubs and rave facilities, even doing music for royal weddings every once in a while, but this isn't enough for her. Lately, all of her life revolved around music and drugs. But she's craving something else amidst the haze of sex and choking smoke - the taste of what a true relationship is like. Vinyl has had so many one-nighters with so many ponies that it just doesn't feel right anymore. There's no-one in her gaze, though, that she could see herself living with forever.

Not until you pick a lucky day to go to the cafe and tell a random pony - Octavia, Vinyl's best friend - about your adoration for the best DJ you've ever seen.
Octavia will help you get on the track to a relationship, but could two entirely different species really strike up a romance like you and Vinyl Scratch long for?

Love is a crazy thing, sometimes more distorted than the drugs the ravers use. So is it a real love, or is it destined to fall apart?

( I was originally going to have my first Vinyl fic to be a sequel to 'Drop the (b)Ass (aka 40 oz. Bounce)', but then I weaved it into something of my own. And yes, I know that I'm a gigantic faggot for having multiple fics in progress at once. )

Also, yes, I did say 'fuck the canon eyes', because red is so much damn better.

Published 2012-05-12 07:24:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-06-03 18:29:03 UTC

0 - Intro

Sighing to yourself, you sit at the seat furthest away from the door to the inside of the cafe, since the meals were served outside. You knew they didn't serve any meat, for only ponies - herbivores, obviously - came into the cafe, but regardless, you were there. A waiter comes out to ask what you want to eat, but you just wave 'em away, holding your head up with your other fist. Sitting here seems to be a habit for you now - ever since last week. What was last week, you ask? I can't believe you forgot!.. You met Vinyl Scratch, or DJ P0N-3 as she was known in rave circles. The white-furred DJ unicorn appearing with a blue mane and tail with cyan stripes had to be the most beautiful and graceful of all the ponies you had met so far. Vinyl Scratch was almost like a bird flying when it came to mixing and scratching, able to do it perfectly and precisely without any thought otherwise. She seemed.. your type, actually.

You're interrupted in your thoughts as the other ponies all look at the door to the cafe in awe, making you look as well. The pony in the doorway was, though you didn't know her name at the time, Octavia - a musician not normally associated with Ponyville. Octavia was a light grey earth pony with long and wavy dark grey hair that was almost black, and donned a pink bow-tie on her neck. On her flank was the symbol of a treble clef, signifying her expertise with the cello that she always carried around. In fact, Octavia was carrying her cello now - big, brown, and elegant, like most cellos in her parts. You were pretty sure nobody else in the room had been so close to someone as talented as her, as everyone still had their mouths wide open while she sat quietly at your table, not talking or making much noise at all, or even looking at you. But you had seen her around before. Never had you actually been this close to Octavia, but you hadn't exactly never seen her before. Octavia scooted her chair in with a polite and regal air to her as her purple eyes darted over the surface of the table, making sure it wasn't dirty. Then, she laid her cello on the table and began polishing it, to your astonishment.

Then the noise began again, but more of a buzz than actual speaking, as it had been before Octavia had come.
So you leaned back in your chair and closed your eyes, not really caring if this pony was famous or not. You re-opened your eyes, though, at the sound of a soft, but firm voice with a cockney accent. "So. Who are you?" Octavia asked, glancing at you inquisitively for a second and then looking back down at her cello. "Me..? I'm.." you began, but got interrupted by Octavia, "Never mind that, it doesn't matter, I suppose. Do you have any stories, news or something? I am absolutely in need of something to distract myself after that last performance.." she told you, trailing off at the end.

You felt a little sorry for her - and needed to tell somebody else - so you poured your heart out to her about Vinyl Scratch and how much you like her. You even mention to Octavia where you first saw Vinyl - at a rave club called, 'The Haymakers', where lots of up-and-coming DJs challenged each-other for the title of 'Best Mixer', which Vinyl currently held. Octavia looks about the same as before you told her when you've finished, but the inquisitive edge to her eyebrows seems to have disappeared, making Octavia's face look prettier and gentler.

Looking up from her cello, Octavia tells you, with a small smile, "Vinyl Scratch is my greatest friend - I could set something up for you. I know you haven't done much besides tell me about Vinyl, but I'll do it for her sake as much as yours. She really needs a mate - a real one, so she can toss off a bit of that permanent edge she has from mixing all the time." You stared into the depths of the beautiful purple eyes, and sensed no lie. When Octavia set her cello against the fence next to the table, everyone looked your direction as you got out of your seat and hugged Octavia. "Thank you.." you whisper, feeling her hoof patting your back a few seconds later, awkwardly.

You and Octavia walk out of the cafe together as dusk falls, one of you on two legs and the other on four, slinging a cello over her back. You talk about random events in Equestria and she replies in kind, not missing a beat in the conversation as you're walking to someplace you don't know about. All you know is that you can slowly hear classical music being played, far away, while Octavia is still beside you. "I'll give you a backstage pass to 'The Haymakers' - just stay here and give me a moment," the cockney cellist pony tells you. So you wait for a bit. And wait. And wait. Until, finally, the dark grey hair appears over the shadowy horizon, holding a blue ticket-like object and waving it in the air. You grin at Octavia widely as she steps over to you with it - though her cello seems to be gone, as if she put it away somewhere.

Octavia hands you the backstage pass, and you can't help but yell into the air with glee. "Well then, I do hope you'll really be 'The One' for Vinyl Scratch!" she tells you, with real sincerity in her voice. But you can hear a sadness too, in the tone. "...What's wrong?" you ask her. Octavia shakes her head and swipes a hoof across her face - but you're not sure if she had been crying or if she simply itched a little, since there was no telltale wetness on her face. "C'mon, I told you about my love for Vinyl.." you pried, wanting to scratch her back after she scratched yours - to help her with her problem too. "...I love Vinyl Scratch in the same way as you do.. but.. Vinyl denied my request when I asked her on a date.. Because she isn't a lesbian," Octavia summarized for you. Of course, you were stunned! How could it be possible that such a pony was homosexual, you weren't sure, but it was certainly an awkward moment. For you realized that you were trying to take Octavia's love from her.

2 - Rave Party

After that little bout of awkwardness with Octavia, she had simply left without another word, seeming to sense your discomfort, turning around and heading, black hair and tail swishing in the wind, back where she had come from. Waiting until Octavia disappeared over the horizon, you finally eyed the ticket-like blue pass in your hand. It had a picture of the face of every dubstep artist attending in a circle, with maybe twenty in total. But your eyes, obviously, only looked at one of them.
Moving back to Ponyville with a light run, you stuffed the little thing in your pocket.

Not too far from the outskirts of Ponyville was a building that seemed to live. The vibrations from the music inside made it swell up and seem to breathe like a real living being. It was an interesting place - the place you finally stood at the entrance to, a half-hour later. The building looked like a big black rectangle with spirals of light in different colors going up it every few minutes - a neon building. A white pegasus with short, wavy black hair off to one side stood at the entrance, wearing a green beanie and having two headphones stuffed in his ears, as he headbanged lightly. The pegasus opened his blue eyes a bit, scanning the ticket you presented for half a moment. Then he moved aside, at which point you hurried in.

Obviously, this was The Haymakers, the DJ facility you hoped Vinyl Scratch would still be at. The inside was pretty dark - but not because of lack of light. In fact, there were lots of strobe lights flashing in different colors, each a dark shade of the primaries. There was also a legion of ponies of all sorts of races and colors, each doing their own little bits of dance-and-headbang combos. The walls and floors were colored black, further adding to the sense of darkness, and the only differently-colored bit was the stage, which was pure white. Of course, this was so it would attract attention amidst all the dark.
The pony onstage right now was a grey unicorn with silver highlights in her brown hair, and she seemed to be doing some sort of slow song, though the loudness still bit into your ears. But, she appeared to be finishing up her song. So you waited eagerly until the crowd had stopped clapping, then they began calling out for a new DJ.

But you were disappointed at the newcomer, so you turned away and went to look for a drink or something to tide you over until the show was over or until you saw Vinyl Scratch. The new DJ was just some black mare with a red-and-orange mohawk. It looked odd on her, but other than that, there weren't any remarkable features. You noticed a small little bar in the corner, sorta far from the actual music, which now shifted into light dubstep. Scooting over there, through sweaty pony bodies, you asked a pink pony with green hair for a menu. She looked at you for a few seconds, eyes out of focus, smiling brightly for no reason. You asked again, and this time she shuffled drunkenly into a little entrance behind the bar counter that you hadn't seen. Soon, you hear lots of crashing and the sounds of stuff breaking, making you wince, but nobody else seems to mind. The pink pony comes back after a bit and places a big mug of some brown liquid in front of you. Before you can tell her that you just asked for the menu, she passes out.

Tasted like root beer. The drink, that is. Your ears began to perk up, though. The music began to die down again as another DJ was called out by the crowd, but .. this time, it seemed like more of a thrilled call than the one for the mohawk pony. You turned around in your seat and gulped the last of the liquid down, then set the glass on top of the counter, hearing the loud snores of the server from behind it. You wait patiently as the strobes all turn a different color of blue. Your eyes were on the stage - swathed in flickering blue lights.

3 - Discover

3 - Discover

Knowing exactly who was next before her head even popped through the curtained doorway that the previous DJ had left through, your jaw still dropped when the stylish black-rimmed glasses with purple lenses appeared, with the rest of the white unicorn's body following. The shocking light and dark blues in her hair only seemed to further accentuate the shining red that could be seen through the mare's glasses, her odd yet wonderful eyes. On her flank was emblazoned an eighth note, further symbolizing the musical genius she carried. This.. was Vinyl Scratch. The DJ of Equestria, better than all the rest, and no less than the best. Not to mention, definitely the prettiest pony of them all in your eyes! The bold colors of Vinyl stood out against everything, her coat seeming to outshine even the stage as the masses of ponies roared with applause and shouted with approval for her. The room began to shiver with the audience's movements, as if the whole building was anticipating Vinyl Scratch's performance.

You stood up from the bar and ran forwards, pushing past ponies - though they seemed to be too drugged or focused to notice your rudeness - until you were at the very front, holding onto the edge of the white stage and looking up at the disc-jockeying station, with Vinyl right behind it. There was a fierce grin on her face and a ferocity etched into her nostrils that seemed to show her true side - music was Vinyl's life, you could see. And now, you waited silently, along with the other ponies who had also cut quick their cheers. The last thing you saw and heard was the unicorn lifting her hooves off the discs, then slamming them down with swift speed. Then it was like a whole new building - it seemingly transformed in the huge sound waves focused towards the audience while Vinyl Scratch dug and spun her hooves into the discs, making the speakers all along the room seem to burst outwards.

You couldn't hear anything over the blazing passion of the dubstep song roaring and wub'ing through the air, the sounds threatening to take out your eardrums but make sweet love to them all at once. It was a confusing cascade of noise, but all of the other ponies seemed to be smiling widely and dancing with high speed. For a second, you pondered this, then began to shake yourself from side to side and headbang lightly, making yourself look natural. It really was wonderful music, but you couldn't even begin to think about how to actually dance to it, and copying off of a pony would make you, a human, look awfully stupid. Taking out your pass from your pocket, you remembered that it was a backstage pass, and began to look for any sort of entrance to the backstage.

You smacked yourself a bit, realizing, with a bit of embarrassment, that some sort of dark doorway was next to the stage with a big red earth pony with orange hair guarding it, who had white hooves and wore a yoke. Looked like a certain working pony you knew. Sure enough, stepping up to him, you realize that it really is Big Macintosh, Applejack's older brother. Now you noted the half of a green apple cutie mark on his flank and the cropped orange tail behind it.

"Oh, hey there, Big Macintosh!" you shouted over the din, even though you weren't quite sure he remembered you. The big pony turned his head around slowly to look at you, his eyes looking as bored and laid-back as always.

"Oh, hi there. Do ya got a backstage pass?" Big Mac replied, using his normally quiet voice in a high tone you could more easily hear than your own. You flashed the ticket to him with a smile, and sidled past when the work pony stepped slightly out of the way, cautiously looking around for any that might try to sneak in with you.

The hallway was pretty dark, but after a few seconds of hurried walking, you saw some normal lightbulbs flash on automatically, lighting your way through what looked to be a pretty long corridor.

4 - Sweet Synths

Now Vinyl Scratch left the stage with applause and hollers filling the air and the strobe lights dimming slowly as the show stopped for the night. Ponies of all sorts, whether drunk, happy, or drugged - maybe all three - left the building with their friends if they had brought any. The server, however, was still passed out and did not wake up for several hours. Vinyl made her way down a hallway similar to the one you were in at the time, but instead of heading back to the private room with the steed in it, she passed that door completely and kept going. Vinyl Scratch seemed kinda lost, as if not sure exactly where she was going.

Well, you weren't quite sure either, you were just trying to find Vinyl. And, of course, you did find her! After she bumped into you, that is. Vinyl Scratch's glasses dropped to the floor, and stuttering an apology you bent down to pick them up - but were surprised when the glasses lifted halfway up the floor and into your hands, then tried to get past your hands for a few seconds before letting you hold them. You turned your vision up at Vinyl - into those most beautiful eyes of scarlet, barely noticing the glow of her horn dimming.

She wore a blank expression at first, simply staring down at you with her mouth in a small O-shape, then - pressing her lips together - the corners of her mouth vaguely turned upwards, in a friendly smile.

"Hey, ya dropped my glasses!" Vinyl commented with a serious tone, shifted her expression to a frown, then giggled a bit, holding a hoof in front of her mouth and grinning all the while. Feeling a little embarrassed, but grateful for her playful approach to the accident, you pop the glasses back on Vinyl Scratch's snout.

"You a fan?" she asked, when the glasses were in place. You looked up at the ceiling while she stared at you quizzically - you didn't know quite how to put your feelings out there for her. Finally, after a few seconds, you nodded speedily, with a grin of your own.

"Never seen anypony like you, bro! Where do you come from, huh?" Vinyl asks, with an air of actual curiosity.

"Er. Earth, I guess," you reply, feeling clumsy. You also feel a little weird at being called a 'bro'..

"Earth? Never heard of it. You must be real exotic, then!" Vinyl notes, clapping her front hooves together.

"Around these parts, maybe."

Vinyl scratched behind her ear with a hoof and yawned. "Hey, how would you like to spend the night with me?" she asked, out of the blue. Vinyl Scratch didn't like asking this question, especially since the nights always ended the same way. She always forgot those ponies by the next day, simply giving fan-service because her sponsors thought it'd be a good way to propel her to first place DJ. It was, of course, but Vinyl would have rather just gotten with someone and play her music casually with her pals. Vinyl Scratch wanted to be a free pony one day - being done with big wigs and fat cats in it for the money and not the fun or the fans.

Startled at first by the question, you don't answer for a few seconds until Vinyl tilts her head down and stares into your eyes with her own, above her glasses...
"Y-yes, that would be.. nice."

"Y'know, ponies don't normally wear clothes!" Vinyl says, a sly grin on her face and a hint of mischievousness in her voice.

6 - Perfectly Tuned

With that last statement, Vinyl Scratch leaned closer to you, the smile still plain on her face and her eyes closed entirely. The unicorn with multi-colored hair put both hooves around you and hugged you closer, putting her head over your shoulder and rubbing your back sensually with the smooth hooves. Of course, the only appropriate thing to do was hug her yourself, your right hand resting in her hair and rubbing her head, your left rubbing up and down her spine. You felt some measure of happiness within you when Vinyl shivered from the feelings you sent over her body with the treatment. But then you noticed - Vinyl Scratch was still wearing her glasses! Those purple glasses had somehow managed to stay on during this whole event, without either of you remembering. You retired them - reaching with your right hand to take the pair of glasses off of the pony's head - which was draped on your shoulder - and put them on an end table next to the bed that also held the low-lit lamp. Then you sat your right hand back into her hair, massaging the roots underneath.

When Vinyl Scratch next opened her eyes, raising her head slightly from your shoulder, they were much more beautiful without the shading of the glasses - a shining scarlet that sent shivers down your back.

"Hey.. They might seem like props.. but I can't see too much without those.." she grumbled, squinting her eyes and looking into your own. With a slight smile, you held onto her tighter, but not too much. There wasn't much use for sight at a time like this. Vinyl, despite faking anger a second ago, smiles tiredly at you - though it is a good effort, even though she was exhausted. Vinyl Scratch puts both of her hooves on your face and seems to study you for a moment, gazing intensely into your eyes, then gave you a peck on the lips - human and pony mixing together for a few joyous seconds in the small but possibly meaningful exchange. Vinyl lays her head back down on your shoulder after this, and continues to massage your back as you continue on her - although more slowly, thanks to your surprise.

After what seemed to be an hour or two, but was actually about ten minutes, the rubbing on your back ceased, replaced by a noise in the air - a light sniffling sound. You raised Vinyl's head off your shoulder a bit - seeing her mouth open a little, lip quivering and nostrils flaring slightly while emitting the noise, and her eyes closed, you concluded that she had fallen asleep. Admittedly, it was too cute for you - you set Vinyl Scratch's slowly breathing figure down on her respective side of the bed lightly, hesitantly letting go of the soft fur you had already come to adore.

Laying on your back again, head on your side's pillow, it took you some time to come to terms with where you were now as you stared upon the unicorn, and everything leading up to it. A human who had successfully spent the night with the pony of his dreams.. it must be every brony's greatest wish. Maybe you hadn't done her, but, if given the choice to go back in time, you'd still give up your old life and do this again. With that last thought, you tried to clear your mind, focusing on tranquility amid all the excitement, joy, and that odd little feeling in your gut. Finally, you were able to bring yourself to sleep, with your head turned towards Vinyl as your eyelids began to droop. Drinking in the visage before you, you fell into the dream world with a smile on your face.

7 - Soft Beats

You woke up with a start - when your eyes opened you saw that Vinyl Scratch was not where you had left her! Instead, Vinyl was directly in front of you with her eyes closed, her head slightly bent to the side and.. her lips were planted firmly on yours. You jolted a little backwards involuntarily, surprised. Even as she noticed your surprise and pulled off of you to sit on her butt on the bed, you couldn't help but lick your lips - Vinyl's kiss tasted better than you had expected it to be, reminiscent of bubblegum. Though, as good as the moment had been, Vinyl Scratch seemed to be horrified for some reason, her eyes wide and chin shivering, with a slight frown. Pushing yourself up to sit as well, you looked at Vinyl while cracking your neck and wrapping the blanket tighter around yourself - it was a bit of a cold morning. She bit her lower lip and lowered her eyes to the blanket on the bed, tears beading up at the bottom of her eyes.

Not quite understanding why she was acting this way, you reached a hand out to Vinyl Scratch, attempting to lay a hand on her shoulder to comfort her. The unicorn with the dual-colored hair shrugged off your touch and looked to the side, away from you - though you could still see the dawn's light from the windows reflecting off of the tear tracks on her face. Curling up your hand and pulling it back towards yourself, you realized that you didn't quite know what to do in a situation like this. So, you listened to her as she whispered in a low moaning voice.

"I took advantage of you.. I'm so sorry.. It's just.." Vinyl mumbles, "There haven't been any other nice ponies besides you ... all of them are pigs.. and look at me ruining myself in your eyes.. I'm so stupid.." With your heart falling down into your gut, an icy feeling, you see Vinyl's head bob up and down while the sounds of sobbing begin. The streaks of tears were unbearable for you to keep watching - more and more beads plopping from her chin to the bed's blankets. Closing your eyes, you try to talk to her.

"Vinyl Scratch.. no, you're not stupid! And you didn't take advantage of me.. after what we had last night, I thought that kiss was nice," you say, sincerity loud and clear, "In fact, I could do with some more of that.." You smiled a bit with your last sentence. But Vinyl didn't seem to be convinced.

"Yes I did.. you were asleep and I acted on my lust.. my greed.. I'm too possessive and clingy," she replied quietly, wiping her face with both hooves. "A great male like you doesn't deserve someone like me.." Vinyl Scratch sniffed, keeping her eyes closed and face averted. At this, you opened your eyes with a rising feeling of undefined anger.

You roughly grab her by the shoulders and use a hand to make her look at you. "Shush!" you roar. Vinyl Scratch cowers and her lip trembles again, more tears ready to drip down - upon the sight, your anger dies and your frown softens immediately.

"Look.. Vinyl Scratch.. I'm sorry, but I can't let you rip yourself up like this.." you say in a gentler tone, relaxing your grip, "You're the best pony I could ask for.. my favorite of them all. I love music, and truth be told.." you gulped. Vinyl seemed to look deep into your eyes, forgiving of your earlier anger and searching for your next words. The unicorn seemed slightly perplexed, as if wondering what you had to say next. It was hard for you to continue, but you knew you had to say it now.

"Truth be told.. I love you too." you say, leaning in and putting your mouth on hers, running your hands through her hair and pulling her into the kiss. Vinyl Scratch closed her eyes.. and didn't pull away from you, instead draping her own hooves over your shoulders, fresh tears streaming down her face. But you had the feeling that they weren't tears of sadness anymore - and you were happy because of that. The combined heat from your bodies and the blanket you used around yourself kept the both of you warm in that cold morning. Your heart swelled with a wonderful feeling that made your chest ache, and you cried too, letting them run freely as you spent tender moments with someone you loved.

8 - Intimacy

When the kiss finally ended, Vinyl Scratch pulled back slowly, a shy smile and light blush on her face while her eyelids lowered, the beautiful rubies beneath them sparkling with a new light. You removed your hands from the back of her head, also grinning with the lightness in your chest at voicing the confession you held for so long. Vinyl's horn was shining lightly, but you decided not to mention it, focusing on trying to show her what you felt inside - a raging river of choking love that made it hard to breathe around her, constricting your throat and making your heart pound. Before, you had felt embarrassment and worry that Vinyl Scratch wouldn't accept you or perhaps even had a mate, but your vigilance finally paid off.. and it felt better than anything. It had turned out that Vinyl needed you as much as you needed her, and it showed on her face. Relief, it seemed, and a torrent of joy - you assumed your face was very similar.

It was kind of hard to maintain your sense of control over yourself, as the built-up need inside was threatening to smash down every mental barricade you had - your hands wanting to touch her all over.. make her yours.. complete her. Instead, you sidled up to Vinyl - who was still sitting down - putting your hands on her sides and rubbing up and down the length of her body, feeling her ribs a little as you went. It had contented you, until Vinyl Scratch pushed into your grasp and nuzzled your chest softly. At this, you hesitated with your hands just above her tail, both resting on her flanks. It was too much. Anything more, and you might do something you'd regret. Noticing your hesitation, especially with your hands on that particular area, Vinyl looks up at you with a new face - a seductive smile coupled with the batting of eyelashes.

Vinyl Scratch pulls you on your shoulders, forcing you to put your head down to her level. Vinyl rubs her lips along your cheek and ends up at your ear, nibbling at the sides of it. "You feel it too, don'tcha? Well.. I'm all yours.. big boy." she whispers, the heavy lust highly present in her voice. "I might even consider you my boyfriend after this!" Vinyl adds, mockingly. Then she giggles and pulls her head back to your face, putting her lips on yours once more - this time much more heated. Tongues are exchanged, grabbing at the other and saliva dribbling on each of your mouths, making the experience all the more intense with the lustful trade of fluids.

With swift recovery, your primal urges take over. Both of your hands find themselves on Vinyl's head once more, and you fall backwards with Vinyl Scratch on top of you. Vinyl appears to be almost the same length as you, the end of her hooves reaching about to your knees. Not even pausing for a second, the kissing continues just as heatedly as before, but the breath between the both of you grows hotter and hotter by the moment. Your right hand quickly strokes down the middle of Vinyl Scratch's back, the bumps on her spine guiding you to her tail. You move your hand to the side of it and grab her ass roughly, with Vinyl making a small noise of surprise, and squeeze it like a marshmallow. At a sudden impulse, you lift your right hand and smack the white ass before kneading it again. You hold Vinyl's face to your own as she moans into your mouth, her tongue wildly lashing in a pleasured ecstasy.

Strands of saliva remaining between your tongues, Vinyl Scratch lifts off of your mouth and grins at you.
"I haven't done anything like that with the other ponies, I'm tellin' ya.." she mumbles, "Have you.. done this before?"

At this, you couldn't help but laugh a little. You couldn't remember most of your old life on Earth anymore, nor did you care to. Even if you had had a girlfriend at some point, you had never quite had a unicorn as a girlfriend. So you replied with a light smile, "No, I've never done anything like this before." You put your hand in her hair and rub her behind the ears sensually. Nor had most humans appreciated an ear rub, but Vinyl Scratch laid her head on your shoulder, closing her eyes and taking in your scent with small breaths from her nostrils. But a few seconds later, she suddenly lifted her head up and looked into your eyes with a completely serious expression on her face.

"Listen.. can I ask a favor?" Vinyl asks, a blank tone.

"Yes..?" you answer quizzically.

"I want you to.." A pause. Vinyl closes her eyes.

"Want me to what?"

There's a pause for another second, then she opens her eyes again, an inferno blazing within, face pink from blushing. "Take me. Right now. I need it. I need it bad." Vinyl finishes urgently, breathing heavily, eyes going wide with lust and shifting her body from the sensual hug to trying to hold onto your bare chest with her front hooves and trying to pry your pants off with the ones in the back.

9 - Octaves Too High

Your pants sailed off the bed, and a few seconds later, so did your underwear. For a moment, you just laid there with Vinyl Scratch on top of you, one hand on her shoulder and the other on her ass, feeling the warm air drift from the area below her tail. With a sharp intake of breath, realization seemed to break through that this wasn't just ordinary sex, rather like something you needed to do. Something to preserve what was now yours - the mind of Vinyl Scratch, the DJ whom you assumed was now truly your lover. Seemingly sealing that notion, Vinyl leans in and gives you one last peck on the lips before beginning to grind her lady part on your manhood, juices already running from her insides. She isn't going very fast - rather, she is deliberately going at a slow speed; maybe teasing you, maybe just trying to make it last. Whatever she's doing, it's making you groan from the pleasure.

Putting pressure on your hands, you pull Vinyl Scratch further downwards, the sliding motion becoming harder and faster the lower she gets. But when you're about to finally insert, cock throbbing, and your partner basically sopping wet and still swinging like a swift pendulum, Vinyl stops abruptly and lays her head on your chest again - horn almost horizontal - panting with exhaustion. Even through your rock-hard member's disappointment, you try to keep your cool with some success, taking the hand that was on her shoulder and using it to rub her multicolored hair. Taking a few short gasps of breath, she seems to be having a hard time recovering.

"Sorry.. I'm.. I've gotten.. too excited," Vinyl Scratch muttered, a faint trace of self-amusement in her voice. "I guess this'll be the first time.. sex ever meant anything to me." Vinyl shakes her hair out of her face and takes a deep breath. "Okay, this time I'll try not to get too carried away!" With that, she turns around on top of you - instead of two scarlet eyes looking at you, there is a raised tail, plump flanks, and two sufficiently-moistened holes placed on the topmost region of your chest, fluids already dribbling down your neck from them. You feel the two soft hooves of Vinyl's sandwiching your penis, and decide to try out her own private part. Obviously, never before had you tasted a unicorn's naughty bits, but reaching out with your tongue and sinking both of your hands in the luscious ass presented to you, you're about to.

But just as you've laid your tongue on the wet slit - vaguely tasting of sweetish salt - and Vinyl Scratch has her mouth on your tip, the door beside the bed slams open. The white unicorn's head immediately comes up, and you tilt your head back to look as well, your tongue still planted firmly on the vagina. Both of you stare like a deer in headlights, frozen, at Octavia, the pony who had entered the room with a sardonic smile on her face. A heavy cover of blush stole across Vinyl Scratch's face, and your own burns with the embarrassment as well - mainly because of the fact that you were in the middle of a sexual act with whom was Octavia's crush. Then, replacing the embarrassment, another question formed in your mind.

What the hell is Octavia even doing here?

1 - Days Gone By

At a private room in The Haymakers rave club, void of most sound besides the vibration of bass on the walls, Vinyl Scratch sits on top of a sleeping brown pegasus who was on his back, and who still had his ... thing inserted inside of her, the fertile semen already drying in his crotch. Vinyl Scratch sits there on top of him, legs spread and flanks on the stallion's thighs, with her black-rimmed purple glasses off, revealing exotic red eyes set in a sad line. Her very face is a frown, whole and sighing, as the unicorn with multicolored hair finally raises herself off of the steed, juices splashing down onto the violet-colored bed and dripping onto the wooden planks of the floor. Vinyl slowly makes her way to a little table with tiny pills on it at the opposite end of the room, set on a napkin, but then, as if deciding against taking them, she stops and turns around, heading for the door that was next to the bed instead.

"The beats don't feel right anymore.. Time to make 'em mine." Vinyl says to herself, tossing her hair and using her horn's magic to replace her glasses onto her snout, then pushing the door open with a hoof. The DJ exits the room with green wallpaper and wood flooring, and enters into a metallic-silver hallway, with paint drawn onto the walls in an up and down way, supposedly representing a piece of music's beats and drops. But, Vinyl thought for the hundredth time, that music doesn't sound good at all. She had tried out this design on the wall in a dubstep piece, and that was the day Vinyl was kicked out of one of her favorite clubs. The painters had done a poor job of actually capturing the art that was music.

Trotting down the hallway, the walls became more disturbed by the sound of bass smashing down the hall, riveting Vinyl's ears with the wonderful type of music she spent her life working on. Vinyl found herself at a Y-shaped cross in the halls. Turning to the right and following the connecting hallway, Vinyl's ears pounded with the noise of dubstep before she even found herself on stage, the other DJ - a black mare with a red-and-orange mohawk - leaving the scene with Vinyl at the mixing table. The two discs and the mass amount of buttons and other components twinkled in her brilliant red eyes, setting the crowd wild. Taking both discs in her hooves, Vinyl became DJ P0N-3, crushing her audience - the world, as seen in her eyes - with powerful bass drops and huge beats, the vibrations rocking her to her very core. This was Vinyl's ecstasy. Her life.

5 - Face the Music

The night air was silent and cool. You lay on your back in the right side of a bed with violet-colored blankets and fluffy white pillows. Vinyl Scratch was lying beside you inside those blankets of the bed, shaking her hair out of her face and scooting towards you with a seductive smile and lowering of her eyelids. Vinyl laid her head on your left shoulder after a moment, sighing with contentment.

"Ahhh.. your body's so firm and hard, unlike ponies around these parts." Vinyl mumbled, closing her eyes, "Oddly nice to lay on.." It was nicer, to you, to feel the soft fur on your skin and the warmth of her body on you. All this was making you a bit uncomfortable, especially this weird impulse you kept feeling. You couldn't help taking the impulse and.. you reach your left hand over your body and onto the back of her ear. You felt down the smooth white ear, stroking it with the tips of your fingers. Then you pinched the edge of the bottom of the ear with your thumb and forefinger and began to circle your fingers together while still applying pressure.

"Mm... what're ya doing? Whatever it is.. it's nice.." Vinyl Scratch says slowly, leaning into the hand and putting her own hoof on your bare chest - she had persuaded you to remove your shirt, at least. The fuzzy feeling in your heart and the fluttering in your gut were hard to ignore now, so you laid on your side - facing Vinyl, of course. Looking at her face, you hesitantly placed your right hand on Vinyl's cheek, stopping your hand just before - but you hear no complaints, so you put your hand there.

"You're an odd one, huh..? The rest of 'em jump on me as soon as I let my guard down," she notes, eyes half-open and with amusement plainly in her voice. You can't help but grin - indeed, you were pretty helpless when it came to your romantic needs. Rubbing Vinyl's cheek with your thumb, you lean in and put your forehead on hers - just underneath the horn, obviously - the fur rubbing on your skin as you close your eyes with Vinyl.

Vinyl Scratch giggled lightly, sounding more like she wasn't trying to force it. "Well then, big boy, if you're intent on being ... romantic, we'll see how far you think you can take it, huh?" she whispered, pushed her face towards yours carefully, and kissed you on the tip of the nose.
"Can you handle me..?"

A little taken-aback by this question, you first begin to nod, but you tell the truth instead: "I sure hope so, because I dunno what I'd do without you if I couldn't!"