"Vinyl Scratch!" Octavia bellowed as she bucked open the door to her roommate's bedroom and sometimes-recording studio. "You turn that blasted noise off this instant!"

"Tavi, I—“

“I am sick and tired of listening to your nonsense, you bloody mare!” Octavia exclaimed as she pointed an accusing hoof at the alabaster mare with a deep blue mane that sat stupidly behind the deck of her mixing equipment, headphones carelessly draped around her neck.

“But, Octy—“

“Don’t you ‘But, Octy’ me! I demand some peace and quiet in this house for once or I can’t be held responsible for the consequences!" With a hrumph and her nose held high in the air, she turned and strode off, satisfied that her ultimatum had been delivered. To her satisfaction, the practically subsonic bass that had been slowly shaking the house from its foundation all day had stopped.

Vinyl stared after the grey mare, jaw hanging open in shock. Then, it clacked shut and Vinyl’s eyes narrowed in determination. “You want peace and quiet? I’ll give you peace and quiet,” she muttered to herself as she telekinetically lugged a black chest out of her closet, carefully selecting a few items from within. Once she had what she sought, she followed after Octavia, peering quizzically into each room she passed until she located the cellist in her own bedroom, back turned to the door.

With a wicked grin, her horn flared to life and a gentle red aura surrounded Octavia’s entire body from the tips of her ears down to her hooves.

Octavia barely had time to notice the prickling, slightly warm sensation that suddenly suffused her body before she was violently whirled around to face the doorway and the grinning mare standing within it. “Vinyl, what in Equestria do you think you are doing? Unhoof me at once!” she shrieked.

Vinyl raised a hoof to her chin and screwed up her eyes, as if in thought. “Nah!” she exclaimed after a moment. “I’ve got a better idea than that.”

For the first time, Octavia noticed that Vinyl had more than her in a telekinetic grip. Accompanying her was a worrying trio of items: a rubber suit, complete with hood, that looked designed to completely encase the pony wearing it, a contraption of harnesses and buckles with a gag and blindfold attached, and a small vibrator. “Vinyl, what are you doing with those?” she asked in a small, nervous voice.

Vinyl noticed the change in Octavia’s tone and she grinned wide. “Aw, where’s my big, bossy Tavi now?” she purred.

A soft eep escaped Octavia’s mouth as she was propelled backwards until her rump hit the end of the bed. Vinyl’s magic closed around her limbs, more enduring than steel shackles, before pulling them out to the side, leaving Octavia spread-eagle on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. She blushed hotly, the heat sinking into her fur as she felt her tail be shifted slightly, leaving her marehood uncovered to the air and Vinyl’s sight. She would never admit it, but a small part of her was enjoying this, having her body arranged like a doll for another’s enjoyment. “Please, Vinyl, don’t hurt me,” she beseeched. She tried to shift one hoof ever so slightly, but it was no use. Her brain was sending the signal and her muscles were trying to listen, but Vinyl’s magic kept it locked in place.

“Oh, I’m not going to hurt you,” Vinyl reassured as her face came into Octavia’s view, smiling mischievously down at her. “I’m just going to give you the peace and quiet you wanted.”

Of their own accord, her back legs lifted off the bed. Under Vinyl’s expert guidance, they slipped into the appropriate openings of the rubber suit. In short order, the rest of her followed the example. She was surprised to find it actually rather comfortable. The suit was like a cocoon, enwrapping her in a gentle embrace that touched every part of her at once.

Once Vinyl finished encasing her by securing the zipper that ran along her back, the hood was next. It left her eyes, ears, and muzzle, visible but covered the rest of her face. Another zipper along the back allowed her long, flowing, inky mane to remain free. Once Vinyl was done finessing with her new toy, she stepped back to admire her work.

Octavia reclined on the bed, her mulberry eyes locked uncertainly on Vinyl, both dreading and welcoming what she knew would come next. Her silky gray coat had been replaced by a slick black one that held her warm body in its unyielding embrace. It hugged tightly to her form, accentuating her curves in all the right places, showing off her body while concealing it at the same time. Suddenly, she felt her head being lifted up by telekinesis to watch Vinyl approach her a second time, holding the gag and blindfold out in plain view. She opened her mouth to protest, but it died on her lips as her captor’s magic simply pulled her lips open and held them there.

She could do nothing to stop it as the gag filled her mouth, its size forcing her lips open as wide as they could go while anchoring her tongue at the bottom of her jaw. Seconds later, a wall of blackness descended over the world as her sight was taken from her. Vinyl finished her task quickly, securing the buckles and harness behind Octavia’s head, ensuring it was pulled taught and wouldn’t slip off. “Well, Tavi, how are you feeling?” she asked.

Octavia’s response was faint and muffled, her voice barely penetrating the ball of rubber crammed in her mouth.

“Good,” Vinyl remarked to herself. “Just a couple more things, Tavi. Then you can have peace and quiet all day.” She levitated the last item, a small vibrator, up to inspect it. With great care, she magically tugged down a small zipper nestled in the folds between Octavia’s legs. The opening gave her access to Octavia’s slit and she promptly switched the small toy on, slid it inside, and sealed up the zipper again. Almost immediately a moan could be heard from Octavia’s throat, though its whispers barely made it past the silencing effects of her gag. Another brief flash of magic secured the straps dangling from each of her legs together, binding her limbs into immobility. Finally, Vinyl was satisfied. She turned her back on the bedroom and the mare within it, pausing only to close the door behind her and cast a quick soundproofing spell around it before trotting off to resume her musical efforts that had been so rudely interrupted.

Author's Note

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