Author's Note

Please note: this chapter ended up being much darker than I had initially intended, especially during certain sequences. So please be aware. This part has different perspectives, a weird memory/imagination sequence, and not-really-science™. The perspectives thing is very new to me, so please leave feedback on what you find does or does not work.

Otherwise, please enjoy and thank you for reading.

Vinyl's Crime

Octavia had just finished a late dinner and was settling into a good book when she heard a thump at the door.

“Just a minute!” She called in response, hoping the pony outside had heard her. As the cellist descended off of the warm sofa cushion she heard the scratching of keys in the lock. It must have been her roommate, back from a night on the town after her session

Octavia could never be up to doing anything positive or public after one of the sessions. She always felt so dirty, so unclean. The gray mare visibly brightened as she realized that she now had someone to talk about all of that stuff with. The front door cracked open as the cellist smiled.

“Welcome ho-”

THWUMP

Octavia’s greeting was cut short.

The DJ, only moments earlier, had used the door to hold herself upright. Now, face planted into carpet, she remembered that doors were want to open, and offered little support when they did so.

“Ow.” The white unicorn plainly exclaimed, muffled by the soft padding of the floor. It was actually rather nice carpeting, after the initial impact.

“Oh Celestia, are you alright?” Octavia ran to the side of the fallen Vinyl, only to get bombarded by the stench of sweat and filth. Pushing through the stink she helped lift the white unicorn and carry her to the couch. The cellist plonked the almost lifeless body down onto the soft seat. Octavia realized too late this meant washing the cushions of the couch, but her concern would have to wait. The cellist could at least try to clean up the mare where she lay. If only to prevent further contamination of their once clean living space. “What in the hay happened to you?”

“Water.” Came the unicorn's only reply.

Nodding in response, Octavia hastened to the kitchen and returned carrying a glass of water and damp washcloth on a plate in her mouth. She placed the plate carefully on a coffee table in front of her roommate, who by now had curled into a fetal position.

Seeing the water, Vinyl attempted to magically lift it over to herself. However, in her weakened state her magic collapsed. The glass fell, struck the edge of the table, and spilled onto the carpet below.

“Oh,” the defeated Vinyl said, “I was going to drink that.”

Octavia could not believe how pitiful this poor mare was. It broke her heart seeing anyone in such a state. “It’s okay, I’ll grab another one, but you’ll have to tell me what happened.” As much as Octavia wanted to help her, the smell slowly leeching into her couch cushions was a frustrating reality. “I’m Octavia by the way, Octavia Philharmonica.”

“I’m Vinyl, Vinyl Scratch-feels-like-shit-ica.”

The thought crossed Octavia's mind that either this pony lacks any humor or is that badly affected... possibly both. The gray mare grabbed another glass and brought it back. She held it up to Vinyl’s lips, slowly pouring it as best she could in the unicorn's reclined state.

Vinyl downed the entire glass without stopping, she then peeled herself upright into a more comfortable position. She was grateful with how generous this mare was for helping her in the state she was currently in.

Octavia instantly went to work with the washcloth, desperate to save at least some part of this piece of furniture. She didn’t want to even speculate on what was flaking off of the unicorns face.

“It was the session, at the clinic,” A broken Vinyl scratched, “the tech, she was a fucking psycho.”

Octavia remembered the fiery unicorn, and what she had said to Vinyl when she was leaving. It did seem like an odd thing to point out right as she was leaving.

Vinyl continued, “She kept trying to get me close to orgasm and then beating me to prevent it, all while force feeding me my own semen.”

Octavia paused, along with her brain. Oh Celestia, that meant that the flaky things were... Oh dear sweet Luna, the thought was nightmarish. Being strapped down like that, it must have been torture on the smaller mare. But somewhere, deep down in a place she refused to admit, she also found the idea thrilling. The feeling of sexual helplessness in the face of a pony was intoxicating.

“And, well,” Vinyl continued, not daring to look Octavia in the eye. After all that she had endured, she was surprised that she could even look at her roommate at all.

“Yours too.”

Octavia's heart raced as she felt her member pulse in response to that. Feeling it start to expand she and this tormented mare needed the same relief.

"Okay, up!" Octavia commanded. "It's shower time, come on." She helped her sticky roommate to the shower in the unicorn's new room. Vinyl was propped up in her shower stall, hopefully she could work the controls in her state. Octavia quickly raced to get her own cold shower, hoping the temperature went that low.

The sofa was a lost cause.

…

After a forced shower of both parties, and a covering of the furniture that would be disposed of, the questioning continued in earnest. Octavia felt far more at peace and able to listen to the events at the clinic without her body physically responding. Vinyl, however, wasn’t feeling well, but didn’t want to be alone. The unicorn was unsettled by how aroused she still was after what transpired at the clinic.

“So what happened then?” Octavia asked. She was sat in the far recliner, avoiding the tainted couch like the plague.

“The doctor busted in and saw what the tech was doing and yelled at her,” Vinyl recounted. “He informed her that what she did was in clear violation of the law. He apologized to me, gave me this shot to try and sedate my urges, then let me go.” Vinyl didn’t know how well the shot helped though, she was already feeling warm and tingly.

“They didn’t offer to clean you off?” Octavia asked.

“They have no showers or anything and it was beyond closed, so I grabbed my things and raced here. Well, more like stumbled...”

“They would. It's vile the way they treat us,” Octavia sneered at memories of the hatred she received. “Wait, you said you ran straight here?”

“Yeah,” Vinyl said, panting from the arousal now coursing through her veins.

“That means,” Octavia paused to subtract the time of the showers and when she saw Vinyl at the clinic, “You were there for over five hours?!”

“Yeah,” Vinyl said, feeling a familiar pressure between her legs. “She kept me there for what felt like an eternity." She moaned silently. "Teasing me endlessly.” She squeezed her legs together. "Edging me over and over." The DJ mewled out with frustration. "All while whipping me without mercy." The thoughts of her torment overtook her inhibitions, and her cock hardened to its full length

Over in her own chair, Octavia thought about what it must have been like to be bound, gagged, and edged for hours. She would never admit that she found it deeply erotic. She meant to think that she didn’t find it erotic at all. And she could be clear that the idea of being forced to consume one’s own emissions, let alone the emissions of the white unicorn, did not get her flush with arousal.

Not. One. Bit.

Octavia mentally focused and looked back at Vinyl. She absolutely detested the idea of even being attracted to the unicorn. Her deeply hued eyes, the pure white coat, and small adorable frame? Absolutely disgusting. The cellist could never want that pony, especially while the unicorn sported an unbelievably massive erection.

Octavia stopped, realizing what she had just thought. Her eyes staring intently at the effigy to equine sexuality. No pony of her size should be so well endowed. It was, to the earth mare, one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen.

Vinyl didn’t take note of Octavia’s enraptured gaze. She had just been treated at the clinic, how could she be so hard now of all times? She had to calm herself down somehow, before it got out of control. The DJ attempted to think of anything that could cool her raging libido. She thought of the mocking she got in school, the special ‘herm’ classes she had to go to, even the cruel punishments given by her parents because of her birth. But nothing helped.

She remembered being an outcast at school, beaten up and mocked for what she was.

She imagined, in her lust addled mind, being at the playground at her old school. She would be locked in to a contraption of metal and leather. She’d be held upright and exposed. Around her would be her schoolmates, now grown up. They would laugh and call her hemare and stalliunt. She would plead for them to stop, begging as her body positively responded to their wicked calls. Her cock would begin to swell at the laughs and taunts of her peers, lust being driven by the attention. She imagined that her begging would be broken by her own moans and gasps of pleasure. The crowd surrounding her would begin pelting her exposed genitals with gravel from the playground. Each strike against her shaft would be a kiss of wicked pain and intense pleasure. Each smack against her testicles a brutal shock of agony. She would be locked into a roller coaster ride of sexual pleasure, constantly rising and falling. All the while her teachers would stand behind the crowd, cheering them onwards and laughing at the DJ’s reactions. The authority of them would increase her humiliation, and her pleasure.

She remembered her special classes, where they taught her what she was, and why she was wrong.

She imagined that the fiery-haired technician was her instructor. Her own currently aged body would be squeezed into the classroom desk, leaving her little room to move. Vinyl would be continuously edged by the teacher’s magic. False hooves would stroke her shaft while ethereal tongues lapped at her clit. The instructor would keep her for the entire day, locked in for eight hours straight. She would be forced to watch videos that would educate her about her condition. Though, instead of the usual terrifying clips, she would be forced to watch pure pornography. She would be shown videos of mares and stallions being raped by hermaphrodites just like her, then turning to worship the raging marecocks that dominated them. Her teacher would mock her about how she would never feel the sexual touch of another. The instructor would bend down and expose her own dripping marehood. The fiery-haired teacher would tell the DJ that she would never feel the warm, wet embrace of a mare around the her aching shaft. Vinyl would beg to be let go, to go home, to be allowed an orgasm. The only response would be the instructor paddling her for the interruptions.

She remembered after school, running home. She remembered having to beg in the cold dark to be let in.

She imagined herself now, posing prostrate, with her ass high in the air. She would be forced to present her own sinful sexuality to her mother. Her mother would take the dowel rod and cane Vinyl’s defenseless cock and balls. Each strike Vinyl would have to count, thanking her for the sweet sting of sensation that brought her nearer to orgasm. She would beg her mother to hit her harder, to let her pass that plateau into sexual bliss. She imagined her father flipping her into her back. He would take his belt and whip delicate underside of her exposed cock. All the while her mother would sit on her face, forcing Vinyl to bring the older mare to orgasm on top of her. She imagined her father would tie her down to her bed in the woodshed. He would force his now grown daughter to deepthroat him. He would fuck her face and unload deep inside her while she coughed and gagged around his solid length.

She remembered crying into the night, though now it would be for orgasmic release.

Vinyl’s transfixation on her own cock and of the lurid versions of her own history were broken when she finally took notice of Octavia.

The gray mare inspected the gargantuan monster in front of her. To her, a penis nearly as long as a pony’s torso served no evolutionary purpose. It wouldn't even fit inside a pony would it? Octavia's mouth watered. Would it? It was then that the earth pony came to notice the welts and impressions upon Vinyl’s length. The poor mare must have endured hell in the clinic from the looks of it. Octavia reached out to feel the damaged tissue.

“NO! Octavi-” but it was to late. In the hyper aroused state the DJ melted and lost herself in the cellist’s touch.

Octavia realized what had happened and recoiled, only for Vinyl to extend her magic around the gray mare’s fore hoof and drag it back onto the turgid shaft.

“Vinyl! Vinyl Scratch! Release me this instant, you know what will happen...”

“Please Octy, please, I need this so badly, just this once! Please!”

“VINYL!” Octavia screamed, not only out of anger, but very much out of concern. If this white unicorn didn’t stop Octavia would lose the only pony she could have ever called a friend.

But Vinyl couldn’t stop, she was so close. This beautiful gray mare was about to get her off.

BANG

All at once, both of the musicians were floating. Octavia felt dizzy in the antigravity spell, while Vinyl could only cry out, once again denied her sweet release.

“By the order of the Manehatten Police you are under arrest.” The booming voice clearly magically amplified.

Octavia finally got her senses back enough to look down at who had just busted in her front door.

“Octavia Philharmonica and Vinyl Scratch, you have committed crimes against Equestria and her ponies.”

Octavia was scared that they had been caught, and by default went on the offensive. “And what crime have we committed?” Octavia prayed that they hadn’t seen her with her hoof around Vinyl.

The policestallion looked over to the Vinyl. “Vinyl Scratch you deviated from legal sexual protocols by breaking from your bonds at the seventh street clinic and achieving orgasm. You also committed battery by incapacitating one of the staff there to escape.”

Vinyl watched as into the apartment strode the fiery-haired medical technician and doctor that had reprimanded her. Vinyl was confused, what were they doing here? Why wasn’t that monster of a mare in chains for what she did?

The doctor cleared his throat before speaking, “The white one orgasmed into it's own muzzle before also injecting this syringe of aphrodisiac.”

What he held was exactly the needle used on Vinyl when she left, which could only mean...

The doctor continued unabated. “Clearly it was planning on going out on a wild spree of sexual assaults.” He looked with concern over to the tech. "It was only by some miracle that my wife was not raped by this monster." He turned to gingerly peck the technician on the cheek.

“NO! NO, YOU MU-” Vinyl was cut short as a magical gag was summoned around her mouth, silencing her. Her mind a cacophony of thoughts and emotions.

Octavia was dumbstruck, had Vinyl lied and just tried to get the cellist to cover for her? Was it possible that the cellist would have been the next victim? That entire time after her clinical appointment must have been the unicorn taking victims in the street. She glared at the other levitated pony, who by now was just silently sobbing into her hooves. Octavia's blood boiled as her mind raced, seeking answers that only brought more questions.

“Not only that,” The officer continued, “But you also magically forced this one to copulate with you.” He extended his hoof, pointing at Octavia.

Octavia yelled at Vinyl, “How could you use me like that you inequine demon?” The cellist couldn’t believe that she helped take care of a turned and corrupted hermaphrodite. “Wait,” Octavia realized, “Then why am I under arrest?”

The police pony laughed, as if the answer were so obvious. “Because you, as a hermaphrodite committed sexual acts, a serious crime. You also aided a criminal.”

This was preposterous, the very idea made no sense. “HOW COULD I HA-.”

The officer quickly gagged the gray mare as well. “Any sexual conduct of a hermaphrodite is illegal, consent or no. The law is clear that consent cannot be granted by a hermaphrodite, or its victim.” A smug smile crossed the police pony’s face, showing just how much he was enjoying this. “And as for aiding a criminal, you aided, and it’s a criminal. Ergo, you are a criminal.”

Octavia lost it at that, her eye’s becoming bloodshot from trying to scream profanities around her gag. She was set to become the best cellist in Manehatten, in Equestria. Now she was a criminal thanks to that evil white hemare-devil and this abortion of justice.

...

Octavia and Vinyl had been transported to a nearby police station. There they were tied down to what could be mistaken for birthing stations. Being held at forty-five degrees back, their lower legs were locked apart, upper legs were locked spread eagle, and entire lower region exposed.

The doctor and technician from the clinic entered into their room. Octavia and Vinyl both stared bullets into the two ponies as they moved. If not for the magical muzzles, the medical personnel would have both gone deaf from the swearing alone.

“Good morning,” The doctor began, “I’m afraid that both of you have been tried and found guilty of all crimes presented to you in your apartment.”

Octavia could not believe it, she was flabbergasted. This must have been a joke played on her, they hadn’t even been in a courtroom. She hadn't even spoken to a lawyer.

“Now, before I continue, I must let you know that cases for your kind do not need your attendance in court for a verdict. The evidence of from the clinic and your apartment was more than substantial enough to find a verdict.”

“Your punishments are just, I assure you.” Octavia wouldn’t believe Celestia herself about justice at this point. This was an outrage. “In the far past, before the controlling of the sun and the moon, Equestria executed criminal hermaphrodites. We have since created a better way.”

Octavia knew this trick, say the worst, then give a better option to placate who you are bargaining with.

“We have these.” The earth pony doctor proclaimed.

Using her own magic the technician produced a pair of oddly shaped undergarments. They looked bulky, rigid, and had a dull shine like it were made of cast iron. Extending from the sides were heavy-looking straps. The straps on each looked thick enough to hold train cars together

“These are nullifying chastity plates, with them you can continue life as normal with no changes or alterations to your behavior.”

His aid turned the pieces so that both of the bound mares could see them fully.

“These will fit over your sexual organs like the cups that you have been using. The difference is that the penis will be forced into a bulging cavity near the front and the testes forced into a similar space just behind. My love here will apply them so that you can see just how they work.”

The technician smiled and took over explanation. She fitted one onto Octavia first. As she did so she took Octavia’s balls in her magic and squeezed them into the device.

Octavia saw flashing colors as her delicate testicles were crushed into their new home.

“You see, this design also extends back to cover the vagina completely. As well, your breasts will be completely covered. It is imbued with magics that will block any and all sensation to all erogenous parts of you, even your prostate.” The technician giggled at that.

It fit tightly against her form as she felt the desensitizing magics go to work. They mustn’t have worked too well though, as her compressed sack went from a crushing pain to an unyielding throb.

“The best part is that you’ll never need an emission session again. The cavity for the testes is so small it will force the semen directly out as soon as it is produced, isn’t that wonderful?”

As the technician finished buckling the cellist into her chastity plate. As she did so the buckles seemed to dissolve into the heavy straps. She then moved on to Vinyl.

The doctor finished the presentation of the device. “There are some downsides to the design I should mention. The straps that hold the plate against you are permanent. They are infused with restorative enchantments and as such cannot be cut, torn, or burned."

Octavia was mixed with equal anger and defeat. These were so obvious anyone would notice what they were for and what it meant of them.

Without missing a step the doctor solidified her fears. "A side effect is, of course, that the straps are quite thick, as you have noticed. They will show through clothing and will make your movement quite pronounced."

"The last part is that as your ejaculate is forced out it will drip out steadily throughout the day. That means you’ll leave pools of your own fluids if you stand in one place for too long. But wouldn't you admit that's much better than gelding or execution?”

The only thing Octavia would admit at this point is how much she wished death on the pony in front of her.

When Vinyl was finally sealed up in the accursed device, the technician leaned in. She gave the DJ’s ear a nibble, and whispered softly, “For what it’s worth you played your part perfectly. Thank you for letting us play you. I am going to cum so hard from now on knowing that you'll never get to feel anything ever again.” With a kiss on the cheek and a devious grin the technician walked back towards the doctor.

Vinyl’s eyes were wide in shock as she watched the pair of sadists kiss and trot out.

The technician’s horn sparked right as she exited, dispelling the magic muzzles on both Vinyl and Octavia. The fiery mare had probably hoped that the two would scream each others head off, but instead the herms lay without.

Vinyl also thought that her roommate would be the next in a long line of ponies that swore her very soul to tartarus. But it never came. After the long still silence, Vinyl spoke. “I-I’m sorry. This is all my fault. You shouldn’t be here.” Tears streamed from her eyes from her admission. She’d been had, and through her actions the life of not only herself, but another pony were ruined forever.

"No," Octavia was quick to counter. "It was their fault. The only thing you did wrong was get targeted by those monsters.” Octavia turned, teary eyed, back to Vinyl. “What those evil ponies did to you is inexcusable, and..." Octavia paused. Regret filled her very soul. "As was what I said to you. The welts along your body prove what you said. You were broken and used by them, and I am truly sorry, For everything."

Octavia stretched her fore hoof through the cuffs on the chair to grab Vinyl’s, who did so in kind.

For many ponies these two were outcasts, others, unthinking animals. But to them that merely described everpony else. To them the only other real pony was sat right next to them.