Tavi, Vinyl, and the Gang...bang

Sometimes, You Just Need to Try Something New…

“Babe, I’m home!”

Vinyl let the door slam shut behind her with a ‘bang’ as she tossed her sunglasses and keys onto the small table in the entryway of her flat.

The electric-blue maned DJ hummed a merry tune as she padded into the kitchen, her tail swishing from side to side. Grabbing a glass out of the cupboard next to the sink, she filled it with water from the tap, put the glass to her lips and took large gulps of the water until it was empty.

With a satisfied sigh she put the glass on the counter next to the sink and moved to the fridge, opening the door.

“Tav, you he-!”

Vinyl gave a cute squeak as she was interrupted by Octavia wrapping her arms around the shorter mare’s stomach and kissing the back of her neck.

“Hey, sexy,” the grey mare purred into her lover’s ear.

Vinyl closed the door of the fridge with a blush and leaned back into the taller mare’s embrace with a content hum.

Octavia kissed the snow-white mare on her rosy cheek. “How was your show, love?”

“It was pretty great! There was a huge crowd, tonight, and everyone seemed like they were having fun.” She gave a sigh and allowed her body to relax against the cellist. “But, I’m glad to be home and away from all the ponies.”

Octavia slipped a hand under Vinyl’s tank top and tickled her smooth stomach. “Aww, my adorable, shy, little DJ!”

Vinyl fell into a fit of giggles. “Taviiii! Stooop!”

“Alright, alright.” The cellist ceased her tickling and turned the demure mare around to face her, kissing her deeply.

Octavia broke the kiss after a few seconds, licking Vinyl’s lips as she pulled away with a smile. “Mmmm, I love you, Vinyl.”

“I love you, too, Tav,” Vinyl replied with her own, shy, smile. Vinyl broke the embrace to return to rummaging through the fridge for something to eat. “So, what did you get up to tonight?”

Octavia leaned back against the counter while her marefriend attempted to find something to sate her hunger. “Oh, nothing too exciting. Worked a bit more on a composition. Went to orchestra practice, as you know.” She sighed, bringing a hand up to rub at one of her temples. “It’s such a pain, playing the demure little classical cellist that everyone expects me to be all the time. I envy you and how everyone you play for expects you to be the hot, wild, party-animal DJ. If only the ponies who run the Orchestra and the stiff-ass nobles I play for wouldn’t have an aneurysm if I let loose a little bit in public.”

Vinyl, having found some baby carrots to munch on, closed the refrigerator door and leaned against the counter next to her frustrated lover, leaning her head on the taller mare’s shoulder.

“I know what you mean. I really have to put myself out there, get over my self-consciousness and pretend to be the brash, crazy, sexy DJ.” She moved her head from Octavia’s shoulder and looked herself over. “Honestly, I’m not a big fan of wearing the tight shorts and the stomach-baring tank tops, putting myself on display for my audience. Do you know how many catcalls and lustful looks I got tonight?”

Before Octavia could respond the DJ answered her own question. “Too many. I wish I didn’t have to keep up the image, either. I wish I could be quiet and reserved, have a barrier between my audience and I. But such are our lives, and we just have to make the most of the time where we do get to drop our public personas.”

Octavia took on a look of innocence as she opened her mouth to speak. “Funny you should mention that.” She trailed off at the end, causing Vinyl to glance her way with a raised eyebrow.

“Tav, what’s going through that mischievous head of yours?” she asked, giving the cellist a dubious look.

Octavia found something interesting to stare at on the wall in the opposite direction from the DJ, pointedly avoiding looking at her.

“Weeell, you remember how you told me you’d at least consider trying new things with me?”

Vinyl nodded once. “Yeeess?”

Octavia looked at the ground around her hooves, still avoiding looking at her marefriend. “Well, there’s something I’ve never done, something I’ve wanted to do for a while now.” She trailed off again, prompting Vinyl to give some gentle encouragement.

“It’s okay; tell me.” Vinyl had never seen her marefriend be so hesitant about anything, so she knew it must be something big.

“I need to be rutted, Vinyl. The last heat was a bad one; it was almost impossible not to go find a stallion to ease the need.” Octavia finally looked her lover in the eyes; Vinyl saw the need and the conflict in her amethyst orbs. “Vinyl, you know I love you, and I would never cheat on you, so I need you to do this with me. I want to have a gangbang, Vinyl, like nine or ten guys and you and I. I need to feel their warm cocks and their hot cum inside of me, but I want to share the experience with you. Please, will you do it with me?!”

Vinyl was taken aback, both by the audacity and the sheer licentiousness of her request, as well as the pleading that was evident in her tone and her eyes. Vinyl couldn’t remember ever seeing Octavia beg.

“That’s… wow. That’s something, Tav. I need to think about it. Though, if I’m honest, I’ve been feeling the need to be rutted by a stallion, as well. I mean, toys are great and all, but they just can’t replace a warm, hard, pulsing penis.”

Octavia’s face lit up. “Exactly! Nothing can substitute for the real thing. And… you can cast a contraceptive spell on us, right? I really want to feel all of those stallions cum inside me…”

Vinyl nodded. “Yes, I know a contraceptive spell I can cast on us, IF I agree to us doing this.”

Octavia nodded her head several times in quick succession. “Of course!”

“Good. I have to admit, I’m curious as to why you like having a stallion cum inside you so much. So, if I do this, I will let one of them cum inside me, too, to see what it’s like.”

“I think you would love it!” Octavia’s eyes glazed over a bit as she reminisced. “It’s such a unique sensation; you can feel the head of the guy’s cock flare inside you, then the throbbing and spreading warmth as his cum fills your depths, and the way it gushes out as he pulls out of you…” She trailed off and shivered, obviously visualising and remembering it happening to her. She looked back at her lover, lust and desire in her eyes. “Just thinking about it turns me on.”

Vinyl saw the look and involuntarily took a gulp.

“You. Me. Bed. Now!” Grabbing her lover by the hand, Octavia led the DJ with quick strides to their bedroom. Vinyl didn’t even think about resisting.

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Plop. Plop. Plop-plop. Plop.

The pitter-patter of steady rain falling on the balcony connected to the bedroom roused Octavia from her peaceful slumber. She opened her eyes to electric blue, and felt the warmth of her marefriend soaking into her as she spooned the smaller mare from behind, one arm wrapped around Vinyl’s stomach.

Feeling well rested, and a bit sore, from their amorous activities of the night before, Octavia decided it was a good time to shower and have some breakfast. She also decided that her lover would join her.

With a squeeze, and a playful bite to the DJ’s neck, Octavia attempted to pull her from the clutches of sleep.

“Gaahhh!” Vinyl awoke with a start. She rolled around to face her assailant with a half-hearted glare that quickly turned into a pout. “Was that really necessary?”

“No.” Octavia kissed her marefriend’s nose. “But you’re awfully cute when you’re angry. And pouting. So, yes.” She grinned at the DJ, who’s pout had turned back to a glare.

“I’m hungry, and you know I wouldn’t have breakfast without you, so I had to wake you up.” Octavia gave Vinyl a quick kiss on the lips. “And we could both use a shower. So, come on; get up!” Leading the way, Octavia threw the sheets off and started toward the master bathroom, sensually swaying her bare ass and swishing her tail from side to side, giving the DJ brief glimpses of the treasure hidden between her legs.

The tease certainly wasn’t lost on Vinyl, who stared and licked her lips. “Coming!” She slipped out of the bed and joined her lover, who was turning on the water in the shower to allow it to warm. The DJ waiting until Octavia thought the temperature was just right and followed her in.

They stood side-by-side, allowing the water to thoroughly soak them before they grabbed their own respective bottles of shampoo and began to work it into their manes and tails. While the shampoo settled, Octavia put some of the body wash they shared onto a loofah and began washing Vinyl’s back with a gentle massaging motion..

The DJ let out a soft coo of appreciation. “Mmmm, that feels great, Tav.”

Octavia kissed Vinyl’s shoulder. “I know how to take care of my mare.”

Vinyl gave a cute squeak as the grey mare grabbed Vinyl’s round, perfect ass before continuing with her ministrations. Once she had done the DJ’s legs, Octavia stood back up and pressed herself against Vinyl’s back, wrapping her arms around the mare and beginning to wash her front.

As Vinyl tipped her head back to rest on Octavia’s shoulder and melted into her lover, the cellist took the opportunity to revisit their conversation from the previous night.

“Sooo, have you given any thought to what we talked about last night?” she whispered into the DJ’s ear.

Vinyl’s ears flattened against her head as breathed deeply of the humid, scented air and opened her eyes. “Yes, I have.” She paused to reaffirm her decision, and continued with a small sigh. “I’ll do it, -”

Octavia clapped her hands. “Yay! Oh, thank you, thank you!”

“-WITH a few conditions!”

The cellist calmed herself and nodded. “Of course.”

Octavia had finished lathering Vinyl’s front, and she turned to face her marefriend. “If, for any reason, I want to stop, we stop.”

“Of course, love; I’d never try to make you do something you weren’t comfortable doing or didn’t want to do.”

It was Vinyl’s turn to nod. “Second, no kissing them; that’s reserved for us.”

Octavia smiled softly at her lover. “Babe, I only kiss the one I love; you know that.”

“I know, I’m just saying so you can make sure they know they are there only to pleasure us. And make sure they know that we will lead, that if we want something done we will say so, and not to make any moves.”

Octavia nodded again. “No problem.”

“And last, I need you to promise me we will be safe. The stallions need to be clean and respectful, and they can’t know who we are. We should probably do this in Manehatten or somewhere else we’re not well-known.”

“I’m way ahead of you, V; I’ve already been thinking about that, and I think I know who to talk to in order to set this up right.”

Vinyl raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Yep! Let’s finish our shower and we’ll talk more about it.”

“Sounds good.” Vinyl took the loofah that Octavia offered to her and, after the cellist had turned around, began to return the favour.
Once they were both clean and rinsed, they turned the shower off and began to dry themselves off, each of them wrapping a towel around their manes and slipping into warm, fluffy robes. They left the bathroom and headed toward the kitchen.

“Tea?” Vinyl asked.

“Yes, please; the Maroccan mint.”

Vinyl grabbed the loose-leaf tea and a couple mugs from the cupboard and turned on the electronic kettle. “You read my mind.”

She readied the tea and, once the water had boiled, poured some into the mugs and brought them out into the living room. Handing one to Octavia, Vinyl sat next to her marefriend on the plush brown couch.

Vinyl put her mug on the table to let the leaves steep for a bit. “So, tell me your plan.”

Octavia followed suit and set her cup next to Vinyl’s. “Okay, so; you know how I’ve played at the palace a few times. You of course remember Princess Cadance; you played at the reception for her wedding?”

“Mhmm.” Vinyl nodded with a smile, remembering Pinkie Pie and her friends, including Princess Cadance’s sister-in-law and new-Princess herself, Twilight Sparkle, and how much fun they were.

“Well, the last time I played at the palace all the Princesses were in attendance and I guess they all really liked my performance. I got to formally meet all of them and later in the evening, Princess Cadance and Prince Shining Armor invited me to hang out with them.”

Vinyl looked offended. “You never told me any of this!”

Octavia’s ears laid back against her head and she looked down in chagrin. “I’m sorry, V; I didn’t think it would interest you.”

The DJ lifted Octavia’s face so they were looking into each other’s eyes. “Tav, I’m always interested in what’s going on in your life. I’d love to hear about your shows,” she said with a smile.

The cellist leaned forward and captured Vinyl’s lips in a short but meaningful kiss. “I’m sorry, love; I won’t assume anymore and I’ll tell you about my shows more often.”

Vinyl smiled again. “Good. Okay, you were talking about hanging out with Princess Cadance and her husband?”

“Oh! Right. So, they invited me to sit at their table and eat with them. We made small talk, about our respective duties and our daily lives. Afterwards, we continued talking over a couple bottles of wine. They drank a bit more than I did and, let me tell you, when they get sauced they talk a lot. About all kinds of things. Including some very personal things.”

“Oh?” Vinyl’s ears perked up at that. It wasn’t often that a pony is reminded that, immortal goddesses or not, the Princesses were just like regular Ponies; they also had needs and desires. And apparently some very interesting kinks.

“So, the Princess of Love isn’t just a champion of normal, good, clean sex; she and Shining Armor are swingers. It seems they get off on fucking each other after they’ve been with other ponies. Shining said he loves the thought of having sex with his wife after another stallion has left his seed inside her. Cadance said she also gets turned on by fucking Shining with another mare’s juices on his dick.”

Vinyl blushed at the vulgar language, but it only served to underscore her surprise at learning that the Princess Cadance and her straight-shooting husband were in fact very sexually adventurous. “Wow. Who knew? But I guess love comes in many different forms. She’s already been very outspoken in support of homosexual and gender identity issues.”

“Mhmm. They said they’ve also engaged in a few orgies, usually with a certain few, trustworthy, mare and stallion Guardponies. They even hinted that Shining had slept with his sister, Twilight, before!”

That dropped Vinyl’s jaw. “W-what?!”

Octavia nodded. “They didn’t outright say it, but Cadance let slip that Shining had ‘helped’ his sister and her marefriend, Sunset, with a particularly intense heat cycle.”

The DJ didn’t particularly care one way or the other about incest, so long as all involved were consenting adults and no one got pregnant, but it was still shocking; if true, this was one of the Princesses and her brother, Prince-Consort and husband to Princess Cadance, engaging in sibling incest! And Cadance was okay with it, by all appearances.

Vinyl blew a low whistle. “Wow. Twilight’s into incest? That’s just… wow. I mean, I don’t know her that well, but damn. Anyway, what does all this have to do with our situation?” Her horn lit up in a light blue aura as she levitated her mug into her hands and she took a sip of the tea.

The cellist picked up her own cup of tea and gave it an experimental sip, sighing in contentment as it met with her approval. “I think Cadance will be able to help me set it all up.”

Vinyl’s eyebrows rose and she nodded as it all came together. “Aaaah, okay. You figure she knows some ponies who are clean, respectful, and can be discreet.”

“Exactly!”

Vinyl took another drink from her mug and settled in next to her lover. “Okay. I have to be honest, I’m getting a little excited about this. I’m very interested in experiencing a guy finishing inside me, and after hearing what a couple of our immortal rulers are into… Well, let’s just say I don’t feel so embarrassed or hesitant anymore. Geez, if that’s some of what our two youngest Princesses are into, I can’t even imagine what Celestia and Luna might be into.”

“Shit, I hadn’t even thought about that! It would be interesting to know. If I ever get the chance to hang out with drunk Cadance and Shining again, maybe I’ll ask them and see if they know anything!”

Vinyl looked dubious. “Just be careful you don’t ask anything that could get you in trouble.”

“Relax, babe!” Octavia chided. “From what I’ve seen of our Princesses, they are very amiable ponies.”

“Maybe, but still… Anyway, when are you going to try to contact her and set it up?”

Octavia grinned, and her excitement was palpable. “Today! If it can be done, I want to set it up to happen as soon as possible.”

Vinyl smiled with a blush; Octavia’s energy was definitely affecting her. “Okay!” She drained the rest of her tea. “Well, I have some work to do at the studio, so I’m going to get ready.” The spinner got off the couch, dropped her cup off in the kitchen, and went to their bedroom to get ready.

Octavia slowly finished her tea, savouring the taste and relaxing in the warmth it gave. After a few minutes, Vinyl came back out, dressed in long sleeves and blue jeans.

“I’ll be back in a few hours; let me know what happens!” The DJ bent down to give her lover a goodbye kiss.

Octavia accepted the kiss and gave a playful bite to Vinyl’s lower lip. “Will do. Have a good day, love!” She sent her DJ off with a quick slap to her enviable rear.

“Eep!” Vinyl flicked her electric blue tail at the offending hand and playfully glared at the cellist while rubbing her right ass cheek.

Octavia just smiled. “Love you, babe!”

Vinyl kept up the faux-glare as she moved toward the door. “Mhmm. Love you, too, Tav.” She picked up her keys, put on her purple sunglasses, and left their flat wondering if Octavia’s plan would actually come to fruition.

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Later that afternoon, after hours of mixing beats and recording samples for a new set, DJ Pon3 walked through the door to her flat and dropped her keys and sunglasses back onto the table, becoming the quiet and shy Vinyl Scratch once again.

As she made her way into the living room, she noticed Octavia sitting on the couch with a grin, clad in a pair of runners shorts that bared her glorious legs to the world and a sports bra that barely contained her well endowed chest. Dear sweet Luna, she’s hot. How did I end up with such a sexy mare?

“Hey, Tavi,” Vinyl said as she made to sit next to her marefriend. As she did, the cellist wrapped her arms around Vinyl’s stomach and pulled the smaller mare into her lap, bringing her in for a deep kiss.

Octavia broke the kiss, half-lidded gaze directed toward her DJ.

“Whoa, what was that for? Not that I’m complaining.”

“Just for being my smoking-hot little DJ, and for putting up with me and my sexual
adventurousness.”

Vinyl returned the sensual look. “Well, I can’t say that I haven’t enjoyed MOST of what you’ve introduced me too.”

The grey mare leaned her head on Vinyl’s shoulder. “I’m certainly glad to hear that. You’re free this weekend, right?”

Vinyl thought for a second, consulting the calendar in her head. “Yep, no shows or recording scheduled this weekend. Wait, you didn’t already get it set up. Did you?”

Octavia grinned excitedly. “I did! I talked to Cadance and she put me in contact with a Leftenant in the Royal Guard battalion stationed in Manehatten, whom she vouched for personally. Turns out Cadance has already done pretty much the same thing as we are planning to do and said he and the stallions he will bring with him are clean, trustworthy, respectful, and discrete. So, we are set to meet him and the other guys at his house in Manehatten this weekend!”

“Wow. You actually pulled it off. I half didn’t expect it to work, if I’m honest. But, I’m kind of excited.”

The cellist gave her lover another sultry look. “Mmm, me too. But, right now I want to spoil my mare for being so good to me.” With a squeak of surprise from Vinyl, Octavia rose from the couch with her lover in her arms and carried her into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them.

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The train shuddered and the click-clack of the tracks became less frequent as it slowed to a stop at the Manehatten train station.

Octavia looked at her marefriend, who was staring out the window, ears laid back against her head.

“You okay, love?”

Pulled from her trance, Vinyl looked at her cellist with uncertainty. “Yeah, I’m just a little nervous.”

Octavia entwined the fingers of her right hand with Vinyl’s left and pulled it up to her mouth, kissing the back of it in an attempt to soothe the white mare. “Don’t be, babe. Remember, we are in control of this and I’ll be right there with you. They know we’re friends of Princess Cadance; nothing will happen that we don’t want to happen.” She gave the DJ a reassuring smile.

“Okay; I trust you, Tav. Let’s do this.”

They both got up and retrieved their bags, a small duffel each, enough for a one night stay, and disembarked the train.

They stood for a moment on the platform, enjoying the early evening Spring air. Tails entwined, they travelled on.

Once they had gone through the massive train station and reached the street, Octavia pulled up the address to their destination on her phone while Vinyl hailed a cab.

They didn’t have to wait long. A yellow cab pulled up and the driver opened the boot for the mares to drop their bags into. They slid into the back seat and closed the doors.

“Where to?” the driver asked in a brisque tone.

Octavia took one last look at the message on her phone to ensure she got it right. “1983 Lunar Glow Lane, please.”

“You got it,” the driver said as he maneuvered into traffic at a worrying speed.

Vinyl and Octavia held hands and tried to catch a bit of the sights throughout the relatively short drive. Before they knew it the cab stopped in front of a fairly large, well-kept home.

“That’ll be 68 bits, ma’am.”

Vinyl took out 75 bits and handed it to the man. “Keep the change.”

The stallion grunted. “Thank ye.”

“Thanks,” Octavia said as the two mares got out of the cab, grabbed their bags from the boot, and walked up the path to the front door of the house.

The two mares stood facing the door, the cellist with a giddy grin and the DJ with a subdued, shy smile. Vinyl’s feelings were further betrayed by the nervous twitching of her tail and her ears lying flat against her head.

Octavia looked at Vinyl and squeezed her hand, reassuring her. The DJ smiled at her lover and nodded. Octavia raised her hand and gave three firm knocks to the door.

Vinyl looked at the door with a little trepidation. Well, this is it. No going back, now. She closed her eyes for a quick moment. Woosah… It will be just fine.

After a few breaths, the door opened to reveal a tall, fit, handsome Pegasus stallion with a rust-red coat, shaggy brown mane, and short brown tail.

“Ah, Miss Grey, Miss White; welcome! I’m Mr. Red, but you can call me Rusty, if you like. Please, come in!”

The stallion moved to the side and held the door open for the mares. They walked through the entryway and into the living room, where their host caught up with them.

Octavia extended her hand toward the stallion with a charming smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Rusty.”

Vinyl shook his hand as well, with a more timid smile. “Likewise.”

Rusty graced them with a genuine smile. “Well, you two must be hungry after your long trip. I’ll show you to your room, let you get settled, and I can fix you something to eat, if you like.”

“That would be wonderful; thank you, Rusty,” Octavia said.

The mares followed Rusty down a hallway and into a bedroom with a large bed and a private bathroom.

“And here you are, ladies. I hope the accommodations are adequate.”

Octavia followed Vinyl in and placed her bag on the bed. “They’re perfect; thank you.” She smiled gratefully at him.

“You’re welcome! So, what would you two like to eat? Salad?”

Vinyl’s ears perked up as her stomach growled, loud enough to be heard by all three ponies. She blushed and gave them an embarrassed smile. “Salad sounds great, thank you.”

“Brilliant! Well, the rest of the guys won’t be here for a couple more hours, so take your time settling in and I’ll put together a couple salads for you.”

The mares said their thanks and Rusty took his leave.

Octavia looked at Vinyl with a wide smile. “He’s quite the gentlepony. If the rest are half as respectful as him, this will go swimmingly.”

Vinyl returned the smile, albeit a bit more timidly. “Yeah, he’s really nice. I hope the rest are like him…”

Octavia turned toward the DJ and draped her arms around her neck, pulling her close. “It’s going to be great, love; I promise!” She kissed Vinyl tenderly and pressed their foreheads together, looking into each other’s eyes.

Vinyl relaxed. Octavia always knew how to soothe the spinners worries.

Vinyl broke the embrace. “Alright, let’s get our stuff unpacked and go eat!”

The mares unpacked their toiletries and clothes, putting the former in the bathroom and the latter laid out on the bed.

They made their way back to the living room and found the kitchen, where Rusty was setting several bottles of dressing next to two large plates of salad and two glasses of water on the breakfast bar.

“Perfect timing, ladies! Here are your salads; mixed greens, mandarin oranges, dried cranberries, walnuts, almond slices, and bleu cheese crumbles. I hope they are to your liking.”

Octavia sat on a stool in front of one of the plates. “These look bloody delicious!”

Vinyl just stared at the plates with an open mouth and hunger in her eyes.

Octavia looked back at her marefriend. “Babe, you just gonna stare at it or are you going to eat it?”

Pulled back to reality, Vinyl gave a small shake of her head and sat next to her cellist. “Thank you, Rusty; this is just what we need.”

“You’re most welcome. Now, I have a few things to attend to, so I’ll leave you to eat and get settled in peace. Please, make yourselves at home; if you want to take a nap or something, by all means feel free to and I will come knock on the door a bit before the others arrive.”

The mares nodded as they drizzled their dressings of choice onto the salads and began to eat them with haste.

The tall stallion smiled at the looks of satisfaction on the mare’s faces as they ploughed through their salads. Leaving them to their meal, he headed off into another part of the house.

It didn’t take long before they had both cleared their plates.

“Damn; that was so good!” Octavia scooped up some of the leftover dressing with her fork and licked it off.

Vinyl let herself relax back a bit and closed her eyes, moaning in contented agreement.

Octavia chugged her water and set the glass down with a satisfied sigh. After a moment she took the glass and both plates to the sink and rinsed them off.

“Well, babe, what do you want to do? I wouldn’t mind a quick nap before the long night ahead of us.”

Vinyl nodded her agreement. “Yeah, a nap sounds good.” She took up the glass of water and followed the cellist back down the hall to their room.

The DJ put the glass on the nightstand and flopped down on the bed with a sigh. Octavia followed, laying down behind her marefriend, wrapping an arm around her stomach and pulling her close.

Octavia kissed the back of Vinyl’s neck and nuzzled into it. “Thank you so much for doing this, Vi. I promise you will enjoy it, too.”

Vinyl cooed in delight. “I hope so. You’re lucky I love you.”

“I love you, too, Vinyl. With all I have.”

They said no more as the blackness of sleep quickly claimed them.