Broken Vinyl, A Sorrow Filled Melody

It was a dark, shady night in Ponyville. The streets were empty, the crickets stayed silent, and the street lamps were casting faint shadows against the dark street canvas. It was the kind of night many ponies would stay inside for. However, I'm not like many ponies. But, that will be explained in due time.

I was walking down the empty streets, heading towards Sugar Cube Corner to pick up some...well...let's just call it sugar.

Pinkie Pie started selling her "special sugar" around Ponyville a few weeks back, and many ponies were dying to get their hooves on it. I never really knew exactly what it was, until about a week ago when my friend, Rarity, shared a bit of it with me. She told me that it always helped her to meet some of her deadlines. It seems that the fashion business is no small feat for just one unicorn. But, Rarity always managed to meet all of her deadlines, even if she had an order for 1,000 dresses by the next day. Every time I asked her, she told me that it was thanks to Pinkie Pie's "special sugar".

"Is this even safe?" I gazed at her with a dubious look cast across my face.

She snorted a big line of the "sugar" and handed me the straw, "Of course dear, I wouldn't be doing anything that would harm myself now, would I? Besides, Pinkie Pie never seems to be unhappy when she takes this."

"O-Ok."

I looked down at the white powder in front of me. Not exactly sure what to do, I picked up Rarity's credit card and started forming a small line on the table. It was barely the length of an eyelash. I looked at Rarity, who was staring at me with a slight smirk.

"Come now, darling. You're gonna need more than that to feel a buzz."

She took the credit card and made a line about half an inch long. I stared at it in shock, and then looked back up at her. She smiled and nodded at me. I took a beep breath and quickly snorted the line in front of me, immediately regretting my decision. My face started going numb, my brain felt like it was on fire, and my heart was pounding.

"What the fuck is this?" I threw the straw across the room and grabbed my head, shaking around violently.

"Cocaine, or as Pinkie Pie calls it, her 'special sugar'."

"Why would anypony do this? It feels like my brain is on fire!"

After that moment, I was hooked. I started going to see Pinkie Pie on a daily basis to get the cocaine. It was like the forbidden fruit that nopony was allowed to touch. The fruit untouched until one day, a pony decided to try it and started giving it away to everypony else. Pinkie Pie was that one pony.

I made it to Sugar Cube Corner and knocked on the door, "Pinkie Pie, you home? It's me, Vinyl! Hello?"

The door creaked open and I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw her, "Oh...Hi Vinyl, I take it you're here for some 'sugar'."

"Uh...yeah. Pinkie...what happened to you?"

She looked like she had been in a wreck. She was missing small patches of her mane here and there, her face was wrinkled and scared, and a few of her teeth looked like they had rotted out. I couldn't really tell if that last part was do to too much sugar, or to too much "sugar".

She smiled and laughed, "Oh...it's just one of Twilight's spells gone wrong. She was trying to do an age spell, but it didn't really work out too well. Instead of being younger...I got older."

"Uh-huh...anyway...um...do you got any sugar?"

"I only got an ounce left."

"How much?"

"750 bits."

"WHAT?! That's three times more than last week."

"Inflation...the price of sugar has gone up...and I need to start turning profit if I'm gonna live."

"Fuck! Is there any way I can get it for 600?"

"W-Well...there is one way...but I'm not sure if you'd be up to it."

"I'll do anything."

"Well...if you're that desperate...than I think I have an idea."

"What is it?" Pinkie Pie had always been one of the best ponies at dragging the conversation out before getting to the point.

"We could go upstairs and..."

"And what?"

She leaned closer and whispered in my ear, "We could eat tacos."

I reared back and glared at her in shock. Did she really suggest that I have sex with her for drugs? But...I couldn't. I can't do it. Not while I'm in a relationship with...her. She'd kill me if she ever found out about this. Hell, she'd kill me if she even knew I was going drugs. No...she'd kill me if she found out I was using the money in our bank account without her knowledge.

I looked at the ground and scraped my hoof across it, "There's no other way I could get it for 600?"

"Nope."

I sighed and looked back up at her, "Ok...I'll do it."

"Okie, dokie, lokie! Let's go upstairs."

She started hopping towards the stairs as I followed closely behind. I can't believe I was about to do this. I feel like a prostitute...no...scratch that. I AM a prostitute. If I'm willing to sell my body out just to get an ounce...than I may as well say that I am one. I'm sorry babe, please don't find out about this. I don't think I could handle it if you did.

We made it up the stairs and to Pinkie Pie's room. She turned to me and smiled, "Ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be."

We went into her room...and an hour later...I came out with an ounce of sugar, smelling like sweat, shame, and regret.