Vinyl stood in the hotel room, alone. Sitting on the bed was a blindfold, an inhibitor ring, and an old set of leg-hobbles. Short, measured steps took her to the door; she locked it. "He has the key." A shudder of bliss ran from her neck all the way down her spine, over her croup and under her dock.

With measured actions, Vinyl Scratch's magic levitated the hobbles up to her forelegs. Two loud clicks sounded as the things locked on. "I don't have a key for those… I hope He comes soon." She brought the blindfold up next, fastening it to her head, blanking out her vision. The last thing was the ring; it was slippery for her magic to grab, but she managed to get it up and onto her horn. Magic snuffed out, Vinyl couldn't feel any power anymore.

The rattle of chains echoed in her ears as she settled down on the bed. Leaning forward, she set her head down on her forelegs then stretched out her back legs behind her, and flagged her tail high.

Time passed, anticipation built. Vinyl felt herself getting hotter and hotter. She kept waiting for the door to unlock, the sound of it opening. Then a hoof traced down her spine. Groaning, Vinyl's thoughts scattered to the wind as the touch turned into a gentle tug on her tail. I am a good filly, I held it up for you.

Something grabbed the chain at her forelegs, hoisting Vinyl up, dragging her towards the roof of the room, then it stopped. Something was wrong, though, her blindfold was slipping. Before her sight was restored, Vinyl clamped her eyes closed. So focused was she on not seeing Him, that she barely felt the head and shoulder slip under her, supporting her body. When her stallion touched her folds with his lips, Vinyl couldn't stop herself from moaning.

Helpless, trapped, Vinyl started to rock her athletic body, grinding down against His lips. A hoof gripped tight to her tail's dock again, and yanked sharply. Vinyl squealed and sped up. Her whole body was on fire, but the hottest embers were between her legs. He began to lick her with his thick tongue, stroking from the base of her vulva right to her little clit.

As Vinyl's world narrowed down to the burning flames He was stoking inside her, she moaned louder and louder, soon screaming her joy at the top of her lungs. She wasn't DJ-Pon3, she wasn't Vinyl Scratch, she was just a bound mare for a stallion to play with.

With one hoof jerking her tail He stroked up and down her cutie mark with the other. Vinyl knew her stallion had spent time with her in the past; He knew all the places she loved being touched. He played her like an instrument.

Climax hit Vinyl, she bored down her weight on His mouth; and didn't dare open her eyes. Rocking in place, moaning again and again, Vinyl slowly came back from the rush, from the beat He had set inside her.

Pinkie Pie slid out from under Vinyl Scratch, keeping her mouth tightly closed. Stopping the recorder, she reached up above Vinyl's head and unlocked the hobbles. Stallion, Pinkie. Remember you are her stallion. She mashed her lips harshly against Vinyl's, making sure the unicorn could taste herself.

As Vinyl heard the door close and lock, she finally opened her eyes and fell sideways to the bed. Minutes passed, minutes where her hoof strayed down between her back legs, stroking; Vinyl remembered every second of her time in His hooves. Pushing herself to a second climax, she finally laid eyes on the recording machine on the bedside table—and the note beside it.

Until next time, my mare. I recorded you, make a song for your next show, something that reminds me of your taste.

Vinyl's heart fluttered in her chest, and the great techno-hardcore DJ swooned onto the bed with the sigh of a filly for her first love.

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