How could she have nearly forgotten her doctor’s appointment? Vinyl Scratch berated herself as she rushed through the busy streets of Manehatten. The why's didn’t matter now though, she had never been late before, and couldn’t be late now. It was only thanks to the roommate of the apartment she had just moved into that she remembered at all. The gray earth pony and Vinyl only met but for a moment before the other mare said she had an appointment to get to. It was half an hour later before Vinyl’s hungover brain caught up enough to remember her own, as well.

Vinyl knocked her hoofs against her head while sitting at a cross walk waiting for traffic. “Stupid, stupid,” she repeated to herself. A concerned elderly stallion next to her wondered if he should perhaps give a little more room to the strange unicorn.

She ran as quickly down the sidewalks and alleys as fast as her legs could carry her. Three blocks down and Vinyl busted through the door of the clinic and ran up to the check-in counter. The receptionist slowly rose off of a rather juicy novel that she was enjoying to meet eyes with the white unicorn at the counter.

“May I help you?” The receptionist asks dryly.

Gasping for air, the words fell out of Vinyl’s mouth “HellomynameisVinylScratchIhaveanappointm-.”

“You are ten minutes late,” the receptionist coldly interrupted. Leaning forward, she pointing a hoof at the clock hanging on the adjoining wall. The receptionist knew quite well who the unicorn was, being as she had seen her at this same clinic once a month since her hiring.

“Yes,” Vinyl said, brow furrowed. “I’m very sorry. I got held up because of hoof traffic, and they closed off on street because of a pile up, and the sun was in my eyes-”

“Take a seat, they’ll call you back shortly.” The receptionist again interrupted, neither caring for this, things, feelings or concerns. “You will not be late again, understood?”

“Yes ma’am, thank you ma’am.” Vinyl heaved a sigh of relief, she’d never been late before and dreaded what would occur if she had forgotten completely. She had heard stories, but they kept most situations out of the papers for the public’s sake. Vinyl often hated her submissive demeanor, knowing full well what the receptionist thought of her. On the stage it was different. Vinyl knew she was in control, she’d yell out and the crowd would respond in kind. It helped bring out this over-the-top and self confident side to herself. She wished that were always the case. Outside of the bright flashing lights and thumping bass she was a rather skittish mare, nervous and recluse.

“Vinyl Scratch,” came a call from behind the opened door to the rest of the clinic. Vinyl hopped off of her seat to follow the nurse back.

“The receptionist said you were late today.”

Vinyl recoiled, hoping the nag would have kept it to herself. “You are aware of why you have these little, appointments, don’t you? And more importantly what happens if you skip one? You are completely aware that these procedures are a public service for your kind?” Vinyl didn’t respond, she could feel the disdain the nurse had for her. If she had missed an appointment it would classify her as having ‘gone rogue’ and she would have been hunted down by the cops like a wild dog. Many ponies held a seething hatred for what she was, if they found out. Very few, if any, who did know even regarded her as a pony at all. While deep in her own thoughts, Vinyl was led back to a room with lockers lining one wall.

“Strip and place any clothes and, or, personal effects into the locker, the technician will be in shortly.” The nurse then promptly turned and exited, leaving the DJ in the sterile changing room. Her thoughts about this place were mixed at best.

Vinyl removed her her glasses, some unplugged studio headphones that she wore around her neck for flair, a choker she once received from a fan, and the light coat she used to stave off the cold this time of the year. Lastly, she looked down and using her magic began magically removing a false cup that housed the reason that she was treated as a pariah. The cup was indistinguishable from her fur, and sat snug between her hind legs. As long as no one got too close they’d never be able to tell it was there.

She sighed as her tugging forced the enchanted adhesive to give way. It slowly pried away from her groin. As it did a darkly-colored flaccid penis and matching pair of testes poured out from the seams. The small unicorn sighed as she freed herself, it felt so good to have it off. It always compressed her in such an uncomfortable way, It was designed to hold everything flush so ‘crushing’ couldn’t begin to describe the experience.

“Are you ready?” Came a voice from the doorway. Vinyl jerked her head up and back to see the medical technician: a fellow unicorn, fiery red hair, and a bronze-colored coat. She was leaned up against the doorway to the locker room as if she had been watching the whole time. “Place your items into the locker and we can continue.” Vinyl nodded silently, put her clothes and cup away, and followed the fiery technician.

“What’s your name?” Vinyl asked, never having seen this tech before. She received no response. Around the corner she was lead into a room with various hanging pieces of medical equipment.

“Alright,” the fiery-haired technician said dryly, reciting it as she had a hundred times before. “Put on the stabilizing equipment.” The equipment was to stop Vinyl from jerking out of the grasp of the technician and losing herself to her condition. She was also prone to hurt herself or others by thrashing out. She reached out with her magic and put on a harness made with broad tan leather straps that went around her torso. A very high matching leather posture collar would prevent her from moving her head as much. It would prevent her from striking her head against the rig that she would be locked into. Around each leg, at the joint and above the hoof, she placed cuffs that would prevent her from bucking the technician. Lastly, the tech place a nullifying horn ring onto Vinyl to prevent the DJ from undoing it all if she did lost control.

The technician led vinyl into the Emission Room, a large tiled room similar to a public gym shower. In it were multiple collections of metal poles similar in presentation to parallel bars, except with many more struts and attachment points. What struck vinyl that was obviously different this time was another mare like her, strapped in and undergoing the emissions procedure. She was usually alone during her sessions, but not only was there another pony this time, but it was the gray earth pony roommate.

Octavia had already noticed the white unicorn when she was brought in. It caused her heart to race and stop, somehow simultaneously. The earth pony had put so much effort into not being seen, now for it all to be ruined. But, Octavia’s mind sparked, that means she’s one too! She finally knew someone with whom she could relate.

The bronze-coated tech finished strapping vinyl into the rig, checked that the white unicorn was completely immobile, and prepared her own instruments for use. A curved smooth bar of metal to press against the herm’s prostate, a firm roller to force the semen past the perineum, a tranquilizing syringe, and a few more... interesting toys that she personally preferred to use on the herm’s other parts. Regardless of who was doing the procedure, it always begins with the application of lubricant directly onto the anus.

Vinyl gasped, as she always had, to the cool bite of the lube. And this time, like every time before, she questioned why it always felt like it came straight out of the fridge. All to quickly she felt the technician begin to press the curved, metal stimulater against her anus. She pushed out to ease its entry, and the technician quickly guided it to its destination snugly against her prostate. Vinyl huffed in surprise, she may never have seen this tech before, but she was good at what she did.

Without pause, the end of the stimulater begin rubbing around and alongVinyl’s prostate. The DJ’s own cock beginning to stir and harden beneath her in response. Vinyl felt her balls being pulled down and away from her body, followed by something closing around her sack above the balls, tugging them downwards and away from her body. This was new to Vinyl. But each of the tech’s had their own technique.

And then it happened, with a sensation almost like urinating, the DJ began dribbling out her own semen into a metal catch bucket below the head of her cock. Her seed began to flow steadily out. With as much talent as training, the fiery technician used the perineum roller to help coax more of the herm’s seed out. The technician reached out with her own magic and began squeezing along the underside white unicorn’s urethra, pumping the semen out while using as little stimulating contact as possible.

Vinyl felt another sensation, as though something warm were rubbing circles on her swollen cock head. Blood rushed to her face in shame at how aroused it made her. Vinyl bit down on her lip to prevent from moaning. She couldn’t let her roommate think that she enjoyed these forced milkings. The tech smiled as she continued to tease poor Vinyl up to the edge of orgasm. The DJ’s mind raced in terror. Her kind wasn’t allowed to orgasm, but what would happen if the tech did it by accident, would it still be a crime? Would she still lose her mind to lust and become a monster that raped everything in sight? It shouldn’t feel so good, but it did, it plucked strings within the deepest part of her. Suddenly, and thankfully, the magical caress stopped just short of orgasm. It left Vinyl a panting mess, tears in her eyes from stress and frustration.

Moments passed and Vinyl finally managed to control herself, when she felt the same aura grab and start kneading her clit. To her rattled mind the sensation was like being kissed by the princesses themselves. Again she was pushed towards the brink, and again let go right at the last second. Vinyl began involuntarily rolling her hips, humping, rattling the links between her cuffs and the rig supporting her. Like before, as soon as she cooled it began again, this time vibrating her nipples and balls. It took longer to peak, making Vinyl grunt and mewl as she was slowly forced closer, and against her will, to the brink, against her will. Finally, right as she was about to crest the stimulation again ceased. Vinyl rocked in her binds and cried out, never at a worse time either, because her roommate was being led out and watched her display. Vinyl felt shame, and frustration, and the greed of lust taking her mind. She was helpless at the hooves of her red-haired tormentor.

“Miss Scratch, you know that you aren’t allowed to orgasm, no matter how much you beg.” Vinyl’s face must have turned cherry red, even with her white fur. Oh Princess Celestia, why did she have to say that right as her roommate was next to them? She hadn’t begged! She’d never begged! Oh Princesses above, what would her roommate think of her? Vinyl had to say something before the door closed and her roommate was out of earshot.

“Hey, I never be-oohf” Vinyl’s plea of innocence was cut short by something hollow shoved into her mouth. She felt the aura encompass her whole cock and stroke, very slowly, up and down, driving her mad with frustration.

“You must know her from somewhere,” The technician mocked as Vinyl grunted into her gag. “I’ll have you know that you are the last patient for the day.” Vinyl could feel her self being forced to the edge, she needed to stop it, find someway to prevent it, but it felt so good. “Which means,” the tech continued, “I get you all to myself.” Vinyl was at the brink of orgasm.

SNAP

Vinyl screamed through her ring gag. The tech had smacked her exposed ball sack with a riding crop. The shock and pain instantly yanking her back from the edge.

SNAP
SNAP
SNAP

“Ah, ah, ah, you know the rules. No cumming.” The technician jokingly stated, “Just let me know when you’ve had enough and I’ll let you go.” Vinyl needed no time to think about it, and pleaded, her gag distorting her speech, “Leeth, leh ee oh.”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t quite hear you. Did you ask for something to drink?” The technician asked while teasingly sliding her hoof up and down Vinyl’s sopping marehood.

“Uh-uh, leh ee oh!” Vinyl once again cried out, desperate to leave the clutches of this psychotic mare.

“Yup, sounds like you want something to drink. Now usually I’d have to fetch some water from down the hall, but lucky you, I already have something right here.” Vinyl saw a funnel and the catch bucket float in front of her. No, she couldn’t, she wouldn’t. Sure enough Vinyl found out that she could, and would, as the tech magically torqued the DJ’s head back and shoved the funnel into the ring gag.

“Open up for your drink, little ‘mare’.” The technician seemed to take great pleasure in tormenting the helpless unicorn, using Vinyl’s own lust and sexuality to punish and torture her. The bound and gagged DJ was wide-eyed and hyperventilating as the nurse tipped up the bucket, almost filled to the brim with seed, into the funnel. Her own semen flowed out of the pail and directly into her opened mouth. Vinyl was shocked by the taste, bitter and salty, and the texture, slimy and thick. With the ring gag forcing her jaw open she would be forced to swallow down all of it. Somewhere deep in the recesses of her mind Vinyl saw the act as the most vile, disgusting, and far and away erotic experience of her life.

“Oh, it looks like somebody is really enjoying herself,” the tech cruelly mocked as she began again teasing Vinyl’s prostate and clitoris at once.

Each time the DJ would near the edge the tech would stop pouring the bucket and smack her with the crop, causing her to cough out the jizz and coat her face. Her flank, balls, and shaft all got a thorough beating to pull her back. Each time it was followed up with the tech pouring more into her and teasing her erogenous zones to near climax, whipping her back down, and then repeat. In the windowless room time had no meaning as she was endlessly forced to edge, consume, and be caned.

By the time the bucket was empty, Vinyl was a mess. Coated in sweat, tears, and her own face and front coated in coughed out cum, she felt completely defeated. But on the forefront of her mind was the tech’s vibrations and strokes along the DJ’s sensitive shaft. Letting go just shy of the peak once again. Vinyl bucked as the crop rained down onto her defenseless testes. Somewhere in her mind Vinyl wondered if she would be let go, pleading for it to end, barely registered when the tech walked away and left her completely alone for a minute.

“Well, Miss Scratch, it appears as though our session was a success.” Vinyl groaned in mixed joy and overstimulated pain. “But there is one tiny problem, it appears as though your friend’s bucket was left behind.” Vinyl’s eye’s shot open in shock.

In front of her was another metal bucket filled almost to the top with herm cum. “What do you think we should do with this, hm?” The technician coyly asked. Vinyl pleaded and sobbed as best she could through the ring gag, but only got the expected response from the tech. “Yes, I thought so, open wide and let’s get rid of it.” Vinyl was already so full, it would take forever to drink it all down. But as the funnel was re-inserted onto her gag, and she felt the tech’s magic rub emphatically into the head of her cock, she knew that she was here until the technician was done with her.

Author's Note

Like I said, I'm very new to this. Feel free to rate as harshly as you like, I just may have the tagging wrong, or something.

I hope you enjoy. Please tell me if you see any errors, or if I've done something wrong.