After several hours of magic, stress, blood, and tears, Twilight had finally built the extra rooms to house the ponies who were in need of rehabilitation and several of those ponies had already moved in, very few of them by choice, though. Many of them struggled against her, claiming that it was natural to turn to this drug or that pleasure when one was down in the dumps. Twilight wished to believe them and let them cope in their own way, but, in her mind, she knew that a lot of their coping could risk death; either for them or for some pony else.

Even after they were housed in and the doors locked, however, they still attempted to rebel or escape. As Twilight was walking down the halls, she heard moaning and gulping coming from one of the chambers. She sighed and went over to the door, removing the lock as silently as she could.

"Play me! Play me!" she heard a pony scream in both pleasure and agony.

"Play me harder!"

"Oh! You know it! I'll play you like you move your bow. Hard and vigorously!"

As Twilight opened the door, a bottle flew in her direction. She ducked just in time to see Vinyl on top of Octavia. They both had their legs spread and were scissoring each other whilst drinking excessive amounts of cider kept in a cooler nearby.

"Excuse me!" Twilight exclaimed angrily.

The two mares stopped and looked over at the princess. Their cheeks began to redden, but they attempted to hide it with anger.

"Hey! You could've knocked, you know!" Vinyl exclaimed in a slurred voice.
"You don't just walk in on ponies like that."

"This is the reason I put you two in separate chambers. How did you even get out?"

"That is a secret, Duskdark Spoofclown. And besides, Octi and I are in love."

"Why are we eloping here?" Octavia slurred.
"I wanted to go to Las Pegasus."

"I'm saving the money for the prostitute puppies, Celestia damn it!"

"I thought you loved me!"

"I do, and I'll prove it to you."

Vinyl stumbled off of Octavia.

"Turn on your stomach and keep your back legs spread," she slurred.

Octavia obeyed instantly. Vinyl walked over to the cooler and grabbed a new bottle of cider. She popped off the top with some effort. Then, with one hoof, she lifted Octavia's flank and stuffed the bottle inside of her butt. Octavia's eyes widened as the cider went through her back end. The contents of the bottle emptied into her.

"It's so cold and intoxicating. I wish my pussy had taste buds," she howled.
"Do it again! Do it again!"

Twilight couldn't help but stare at the sight. It was both intriguing and disgustingly terrifying. As Vinyl opened another and Octavia closed in on a climax, she shook her head.

"That's it. Vinyl, I'm moving you to solitary confinement."

"What did I do?" Vinyl shouted angrily as eh head tilted side to side slightly.
"I was just wetting the pussy with some cider. It's such a good pussy. Aren't you?"

Vinyl began to caress Octavia's flank. She shivered with pleasure and climaxed on the cider bottle.

"Meow! Meow! Purr! Purr!" Octavia slurred as she shook her flank as if to flick it like a cat with its tail.

"Enough! I'm trying to wean you two off of sex and alcohol, not enforce it on you. I know it doesn't seem this way to you, but I'm trying to help you. Now come along, Vinyl, or I'll have to move you by force."

Vinyl sighed.

"Whatever, mom," she groaned.

"This day is terrible," Octavia sighed.
"Fuck me!"

"Later tonight, Octi-bae!" Vinyl slurred with a chuckle.
"I Pinkie promise. Cross my fart and dope too high. Dick a suckcake in my thigh!"

Sighing, Twilight carried the intoxicated unicorn off to the solitary confinement chamber.

Vinyl Scratch could not sleep that night. She wanted the alcohol. She wanted to fuck Octavia again and again. And it wasn't fair to her. Octavia's pussy got to be fed the cider. Why not hers?

"But Twilight is right. The shit I'm doing is addictive. It was the only thing I thought of doing when the blues struck. At least when I'm fucking or getting fucked, I feel something. Maybe it's better if---"

She took out one of her vinyl records and held it to her throat.

"Goodbye, Octavia," she choked through forming tears.

All of a sudden, she heard hooves clopping nearby. Vinyl sat up in a panic and dropped the record. They were getting louder and louder until they just....stopped. There was a moment of silence when, she heard the creak of a cell door opening. It was HER cell door.

Standing in front of her was a dark figure. It beckoned her to follow it.

"I can help you," it whispered.
"Just follow me and question nothing."

Vinyl was unsure, but decided to follow anyway.

"Because why the fuck not?" she asked herself.
"I mean, it's sketchy as shit, but it's better than dying at least."

The figure led the tired unicorn to a door she hadn't noticed before. The figure pushed open the door and gestured for Vinyl to go in first. Shrugging Vinyl obeyed.

It started with a seemingly long hallway that was covered in smoke and colored lights. Vinyl stared entranced. Music soon followed with a beat that Vinyl couldn't recognize.

"Is this like some binaural beat music shit or something?" she asked.

"Keep walking," another voice ordered.

Instinctively she obeyed, her mind focusing more on the light and music than on anything else.

"How do you like it?"

"It's really nice," Vinyl said slightly droning as she walked.
"Pretty lit, actually."

Soon she came to a room that seemingly had no end. Nearby was a chair, much like one you'd see in a dentist's office.

"Please. Have a seat, lean back, and keep your front legs on the rests," the voice told her soothingly.

Vinyl did so. As she put her front legs on the rests, they were locked down as were her back legs, but she didn't mind. Something about this felt....right to her. It was a bit relaxing actually.

There was a robotic whirring from above her. She looked up to see a mysterious helmet descending. It latched onto her head, covering her eyes in strange goggles.

"We can help you be cured of your afflictions. You won't have to worry about them any longer. Are you ready?" the voice asked.

"Yes, I am ready. I want to be cured," Vinyl droned.

"Good. Then let's begin."

Author's Note

I have never written an actual sex scene before, so sorry if it seems a bit amateur.