Chapters Vinyl and Octavia's Clop Box
Vinyl's Inflatable Fun Time
Author's Note
Story Tags: M/F Sex, Vinyl Scratch x OC, Bondage, Latex/Rubber, Encasement, Nonconsensual (sort of; read below), Vibrator
This story was inspired by a piece of artwork created by tumblr artist KinkyRainbowDash. It is NSFW, so I can't link it, but the concept derived from that. It was originally conceived as being part of a larger story that isn't going to be written, with the idea of Vinyl joining a fetish club and experiencing lots of different perverted situations of which this was one example. I liked it enough to put it here, though.
Taken by itself, this one-shot it gives the appearance that Vinyl was raped. In the larger course of the nonexistant story, Vinyl is fully aware of what is going on and is okay with it. It's just the exact details that take her by surprise. These scenes do not appear here, though, so the black-and-white letters show a male character having sex with a helpless female character who did not agree to it. If this bothers you, keep in mind that the scenes leading up to this were meant to establish Vinyl's consent. Also, the ending as it is could be seen as bleak. The rest of the story would have had Vinyl being released after a little bit longer.
I hope that you enjoy it for what it is. Feel free to leave a comment, upvote, or fave to let me know that you want to see more of this kind of content.
Vinyl's Inflatable Fun Time
Vinyl stepped gingerly into the room, taking in the curious sight. Three giant-sized teddy bears lounged against the wall, colorful and fuzzy. Before them and in the middle of the floor lay a pile of fluff. She walked forward a few paces, tentatively poking at it with a forehoof. It seemed to be some sort of coat or suit, but she wasn’t sure.
Her inspection was slightly distracted, though, as she kept glancing back up at the other three bears. She could almost swear that they were looking at her. Shaking those thoughts out of her head, she bent over to get a closer look.
The first thing she noticed was the smell. Rubber, perhaps? Her horn illuminated and a telekinetic field grasped the curious thing, picking it up for better inspection. Almost as soon as her magic made contact, however, straps shot out of the thing with all the speed of a striking adder.
One wrapped itself around her horn. Her magic sputtered and died out and she could feel a thin tendril of mana being drawn out of her and into the combination of fur and rubber. Four more snaked out and encircled her fore- and rear hooves. “What the hay?” Vinyl exclaimed in surprise. She reared back, but the straps attached to her legs went taut and she toppled over, landing hard on her back. She wriggled on the floor, but the straps had all gone taut now. They pulled her limbs out spread-eagled. She grunted with effort as she tensed all her muscles, but the bonds held her firmly. Her muscles ached with strain and her back arched while she resisted, but it was in vain.
The suit was coming closer to her. The realization that the tightening straps were actually dragging her into it sent her thrashing again but it did no more good than her previous efforts.
Slowly, each hoof was swallowed by the suit. They slid into a cool, rubbery interior that engulfed her limbs. The rest of her forelegs and rear legs followed suit and then her hips, flank, plot, back, tummy, and the rest of her in turn. Her face and head were the last to be encased.
It was like being sealed inside some sort of weird hooded bodysuit. As her head was forced into the “hood”, a bulbous mass of rubber quickly slid between her teeth. She clenched her jaw and bit down in protest, but the spongy surface absorbed all the force of her bite without flinching. She could feel straps wrapping around the back of her head before they locked in place with a small click. The sudden tension pulled the gag firmly in place. “Whht thm bhgg hmf thnf wmnrd grhp?” she moaned. A pair or eyeholes afforded her a view of the room outside her prison, albeit one discolored by a translucent pink membrane.
Behind her, a zipper moved its way slowly up a track running from the small of her back up to the nape of her neck. When it got there, it clicked in place. A hissing noise filled Vinyl’s ears and suddenly a slight pressure started to squeeze against her body. The rubber lining formed itself against her, melding to every curve and inch of her body.
With a slow hiss, the suit that had encased her took on the shape of one of the bears that were in the room when she first found it. The material surrounding her spread-eagled hooves fwoomped into shape, as did the head and midsection.
The gentle constriction pushed all over her body. Her limbs were held firmly in place, held in place by friction between the rubber lining and her own fur. Her barrel was lightly squeezed, making her labor a little harder for each breath. The pressure squeezed her face even more firmly into the gag and visor.
Finally, the hissing sound stopped. A few seconds later, though, a new one took its place. This time, a trickle of pressurized oxygen forced its way down her throat and into her hungry lungs.
Relieved at the supply of air, Vinyl inhaled deeply. An assessment of her situation was the next step.
She tried her best to move, but she had no wiggle room at all. Her limbs were held outstretched and immobile. She couldn’t even shake her head. Her mouth hung wide open, tongue loose behind the rubber gag, and a small river of drool was already beginning to leak out to run down her jaw. “Hmn, hmf hnnphnn hht thmrm?” she called out. The gag absorbed most of the sound, and the rest never made it past the walls of the rubber- and fur suit. “Thnf hmfn't fhnnn hnnmhrm! “ Nopony answered her. “Plmhfm lmt mm hht,” she whimpered.
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Thunder Tail trotted into the play room. He came up short, stopping in the door. He knew darn well there had been three bears before, and now there were four. He smirked at the fourth, a colorful powder blue gazing back at him with soulless pink eyes. This one lay on its back, with its bottom facing him. He trotted closer, bending over to look into its eye sockets. “Well, hello there!” he said brightly. “Looks like I have new friend to play with, huh?”
Vinyl’s ruminations were suddenly interrupted by the appearance of a stallion’s face directly above her. He mouthed something, but no sound reached her. Oh, thank Celestia! Somepony who can help me! His face disappeared from sight.
He walked back around to its bottom, tugging slightly at a zipper on a small track nestled between the inflated legs.
Eagerly awaiting freedom, Vinyl was surprised to feel a small touch of fresh air tickling her nethers. The sensation made her blush and earned a surprised moan from her.
Thunder Tail licked his lips at the site of the captive mare’s vulva and clitoris as well as the small, tight plothole nestled between the firm curves of her ass. Without wasting any more time, he climbed atop the supine mare, letting his weight sink into the soft surface of her suit even while he eased his member into the waiting marehood.
“Whht thm bhgg? Nh! Fthp hmt!” she whimpered through the gag. She was painfully aware of the cock forcing its way into her.
“Buck yes,” he hissed as he sank himself to the hilt into her. He exhaled heavily, luxuriating in the feeling of his member being squeezed by her tight inner walls. After a moment, he shifted his weight to give himself more purchase on the fuzzy surface. He pulled himself mostly out of her, leaving just his flared head nestled inside the lips of her vulva. A heartbeat passed and he slammed himself back into her, sinking his cock back inside the waiting warmth and tightness without finesse. The rhythm started naturally, in and out, thrusting and pulling back over and over again. The rubber and fur edge of the suit tickled the walls of his stallionhood and every motion in and out felt like a caress all over the sensitive surface of his member. Soft grunts of effort and the gentle squeaking of the rubber responding to his efforts filled the otherwise silent room.
When the first thrust came, Vinyl whimpered into her gag. She tensed in surprise, straining against the embrace of the suit and invasion of her marehood. Neither one relented in the least: the inflated rubber held her pinioned firmly and the cock pounded its way into her regardless. She could feel herself getting wet, her loins reacting to the stimulus in the only way they knew how. As the violent intrusion of her canal continued, the whimpers progressed to moans and then to screams. “Hh fhggnng Gmlmftnh, fthp!” she cried out, but the gag wedged in her jaw all but robbed of her of the ability to even protest.
The pounding of her marehood continued for what seemed like hours. The only thing Vinyl could see was the ceiling through the translucent pink of the suit’s eye sockets. Her ears could only hear the sound of her own labored breathing, her piteous whimpers, and the slight squelching as her body rocked slightly in its rubber prison from the force of the rutting.
Eventually, the thrusts became more erratic, then slower, and then gentler. Without warning, its veiny surface twitched promisingly inside of her. Vinyl had just enough time to realize what was happening when Thunder Tail’s cock released a steady stream of warm, sticky seed directly into her.
Thunder relented when his climax began. He relaxed, allowing himself to stay on top of the supine bear suit containing his play toy. He luxuriated in the feeling of its soft fur against his own, allowing the muscle spasms racking him from his back hooves upwards to force the contents of his balls out the length of his member and directly into the waiting cunt. “Ngh,” he grunted in satisfaction. “That’s it, take it all . . .” His orgasm and afterglow faded soon enough, and he wormed his way back off of the encased mare to examine his hoofwork. His load had filled her beyond capacity and strands of sticky white ran away from the small reservoir of cum pooling in her canal. “Good filly,” he murmured approvingly.
Quickly, he grabbed the zipper that gave him access to her marehood and zipped it sealed once again, leaving the spot between the inflated legs mostly featureless again. Almost as an afterthought, he tapped his hoof lightly on a small button concealed under the fur outer lining near the neck before turning and trotting slowly back out of the room.
Inside the suit, the hidden button press had activated a vibrating pad concealed in the rubber material cradling her vulva. The constriction of the suit held it firmly to her, allowing it to knead her clit and tease the lips of her marehood. There was no escaping it, not any more than there was any escaping the suit. There was only the silence, the helplessness, the pressure and the way it squeezed her all over. “Bhgg mm,” she groaned into her prison. At least it was comfortable and the vibrations felt nice. She had a feeling she might be here for a while.
Vinyl and Octavia's Clop Box
Author's Note
Tags: Ponies, Breast Expansion, Lactation, Light Bondage
This short story was originally just a brief fragment, hence why there are sections in the beginning that are crudely separated by horizontal line breaks. Still, I was compelled to at least slap a sort of ending onto it.
Originally, this situation was supposed to happen because of a spell Vinyl cast. I never wrote that part, obviously, but maybe you'll enjoy the rest.
It is probably self-explanatory, but being a fragment that I mostly forgot about, this was never really proofread, so be warned.
Leaking
Octavia stumbled her way into the bathroom stall, hurriedly throwing the bolt behind her. With a whispered word of thanks for finally being able to find some blessed privacy, she fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. Their tiny surfaces rebelled against the grasp of her hoof, acting like they were coated in ice. A moment, later, however, they were undone. A quick glance down revealed exactly what she had feared; a small trickle of white liquid was escaping from the nipples of her rounded teats. Normally they nestled, hidden, among the soft grey fur of her belly, but at the moment the soft pink of her areolas was clearly visible.
What in the name of Celestia? She wondered, looking down in shock at the evidence in front of her. Hurriedly, she grabbed a thin strip of toilet paper in a hoof, gingerly wiping away the mess. To her dismay, another few dribbles prompted worked their way out.
“Octavia! Break’s over, c’mon! We gotta get back to practice!” a familiar voice called in; that of fellow symphonist Frederic.
“One moment please! I’ll be right there!” she answered back. The sound of hoofsteps trotting away from the door informed her that she had bought only a precious moment or two to deal with this.
A few seconds thought revealed that she had no better ideas. She grabbed another hoofful of toilet paper before folding and refolding it into a pair of thick squares. She quickly secured her blouse, tucking its tails into her skirt, and slipping the makeshift pads into place to absorb future leaks. She prayed that there wouldn’t be any.
“I’ll just be a moment. Go on and I’ll join you shortly,” Octavia demurred to Beauty Brass, ducking into the bathroom for the second time that morning while the instrumentalist trotted on. Once back inside the safety of a stall for the second time, the calm and confident smile she always wore cracked like brittle plaster.
“This is ridiculous” she groused while she unsnapped the first few buttons of her blouse. Her hoof reached deftly inside, finding the sodden mass that had been her attempt to stem the tide of milk leaking from her. A soft, surprised moan escaped her lips when she peeled the soggy tissue away from her nipples; the slight touch sent an unexpected jolt of pleasure arcing through her.
Morbidly curious, she allowed her hoof to wander, exploring the changes she couldn’t deny were happening. Where normally her teats were gentle nubs that were easily concealed by the short grey fur of her underside, now they were solid masses easily the size of a baseball. Idly, she traced the outline of one of her swollen mammaries, slowly working from the base to the soft tip, eyes fluttering closed in momentary rapture.
A sudden crescendo of sound from outside jarred her back to Equestria. What am I doing! I need to be practicing! Jerking her hoof guiltily out of her top, she haphazardly stuffed another supply of toilet paper into place and prayed that it would be sufficient.
Octavia was in trouble. She did her best to conceal her discomfort behind the mask of lofty supremacy that membership in the Canterlot Symphonic Orchestra required, but inside she was anything but poised.
Perched on stage and flanked by her co-musicians and friends, she was doing her best to avoid being humiliated. She stood on her rear legs behind her cello, grateful for its covering bulk. It was a good thing she had that meager defense, because a few glances downward showed a pair of damp spots forming on her blouse where her teats pushed into the thin fabric. Her mounds alternately tingled and burned, providing her constant distraction with no relief. With every tingle they seemed to push a little more firmly against her blouse, struggling to escape their confines. With every minute of burning heat that flared inside them, they seemed to hang a little heavier.
She struggled to stay focused on the music, but that was proving to be more challenging with every passing minute. Out of the dark recesses of her mind rose unbidden images to distract her. Behind her closed eyelids danced fantasies of her bosom, huge and swollen with maternal purpose, full to the bursting with milk.
When her fantasy shifted to include her beloved marefriend, Vinyl, held tenderly in her embrace and gently suckling at her like a foal, she had to bit her lip to keep from moaning aloud. The mental image clamped around her like a vice, refusing to let her go and so vivid she almost thought it was real.
With a horrified start, she realized that she had begun to rub her thighs together in the midst of her erotic daydream. A slight whimper escaped her throat, then, a pathetic small sound of need and want and denial. Oh, Luna, I can’t wait until I can go home.
Octavia scuttled down the hallway to her apartment, head lowered in shame and deep blush spread across her face. Her teats had swollen to comical proportions, each one fully the size of a beach ball. Their massive size dangling between her rear legs meant that she had to walk with a ridiculous waddle since their width forced her thighs apart and made closing her legs impossible. Every step sent them swaying like oversized pendulums. She could swear that she could hear the sound of their liquid contents sloshing from side to side. As if that wasn’t enough mistreatment, they ached with a deep throbbing pain.
Finally, blessedly, she arrived home and shoved the key into the lock, giving it a twist and pushing the door open as soon as she heard the action click open. Once inside, she slammed the door shut and slid the bolt home. She made it a few tottering steps into the living room before slumping to the floor.
Panting heavily, she rolled onto her back and spread her legs as wide as she could. She let out a relieved breath as the motion made room for her huge breasts and freed them from being squeezed between her thighs.
The sudden sound of a key sliding into her lock grabbed her attention, jerking her head upwards. “Yo, are you home, Octy?” called a familiar voice before a white-furred face framed by shockingly blue hair poked its way into the doorway. “Hey, what— oh wow, what happened?” Vinyl Scratch asked as she caught site of her marefriend’s predicament. Before Octavia could think of a reply, Vinyl had stepped all the way inside and closed the door behind her.
“Tavi, what happened to you? Your tits are giant!” Vinyl asked, eyes wide with amazement.
“I don’t know!” Octavia wailed, covering her face with her hooves in shame. “They’ve been getting bigger all day. Now look at me; I’m a freak!”
“Hey, you’re not a freak,” Vinyl protested, walking the few hoofsteps to Octavia’s prone form and kneeling down beside her. “You’re my sexy, beautiful, awesome, marefriend.” She leaned in to plant a soft kiss against the fur of the supine mare’s cheek. “You’re just a little, uh, upgraded.”
“Upgraded? I can’t even walk properly like this!” Octavia snapped, taking her hooves away from her face to glare at Vinyl. “And they hurt, too!”
“Well, it can’t be all bad, can it? I bet those things are nice and soft. I can probably use them like pillows at night or something.”
“What if they keep getting bigger? I won’t be able to move around at all soon! And I’ve been leaking all day. Do you know how embarrassing it is to be leaking milk all day while trying to practice with a bloody symphony?”
Vinyl’s eyes widened even further at that revelation. “No way! That is so cool! I gotta see this for myself.” She shifted position suddenly, grasping one of Octavia’s engorged melons and gently squeezing.
“Vinyl, what—“ Octavia began to question before her words died and turned into a low, guttural moan. Her marefriend’s hooves worked in gentle, rhythmic motions as they kneeded her supple mounds. Euphoria blanketed her mind as the milk pooled deep within her bosom was coaxed towards the surface. A noticeable pressure built under her engorged nipples and darkened areola, rising with every passing second of Vinyl’s ministrations. Then, finally, blessedly, the resistance gave way and a rivulet of creamy milk was forced upwards and out of her nipple. Another followed it, and another, and another after that. “Oh, buck me,” she panted as she screwed her eyes shut against the sensation.
“Maybe later, sweety,” Vinyl remarked. She stopped he efforts, looking appreciatively down at the trail of milk that had spilled from Octavia’s teat and trickled down its rounded side. “For now, I think I have an idea to help you feel better.”
A glimmer of blue light caught Octavia’s eye; she turned to see a band of Vinyl’s distinctive magical aura encircle her foreleg and tug it gently to the ground. Her other three limbs followed suite shortly thereafter. She instinctively tensed against it and found it useless; the sparkling band of light held her limb anchored to the floor as surely as iron manacles. “Uh, Vinyl, what exactly are you doing?” she asked.
“Well, your breasts are all full of milk right now, right? And they hurt? The solution seems pretty obvious to me: you need milked.” Vinyl’s horn flared with blue light and more bands of blue light encircled Octavia’s pendulous breasts, squeezing taut.
The bands of light dug into her flesh, massaging her sore and tender teats. Unseen suction pulled at her nipples, stretching them out to twice their normal size. Octavia moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain as Vinyl’s magic began a rhythmic assault on her mounds. The constant stimulation was an incessant demand for her milk, a demand that she was all too happy to meet.
She wriggled in her bonds, thrashing her head from side to side as minutes passed one after another. Her body throbbed in unison with her nipples; every spurt of milk taken from her seemed to come from deep inside the center of her being.
The magic stretched her nipples and squeezed her teats forcefully, even painfully. There was a strange pleasure to the pain, though. There was almost a sense of pride that so many minutes passed and she still had more to give. Slowly but surely she could feel her reservoir of milk being emptied of each precious drop.
“Having fun, my little milkmare?” Vinyl cooed softly. Octavia didn’t answer in words, but her shuddering body and the steady stream of fluid that had begun leaking from her marehood gave her a strong hint.
Octavia didn’t heed Vinyl; she was too distracted by a new sensation intruding on her bliss. Her loins seemed to be on fire, assaulted by electrical jolts of pleasure that originated from her assailed teats and danced like teasing fingers over her clitoris. She struggled more fiercely against her restrained position, desperately trying to find release for this new and pressing need. Try as she might, though, there was no way to get the stimulation she craved. The minutes, already stretching on, seemed to pass like hours while the milking and the teasing continued unabated.
Vinyl bit down on her lip, hard, as she fought to keep herself under control. The site of her marefriend’s spread-eagled helplessness mingled with the sweet sinfulness of her moans to form a potent aphrodisiac that had her firmly in its grasp. Her own juices were escaping from her slit, brought forth by her growing arousal.
An effort of will pushed her own needs to the back of her mind for the moment, leaving her focused on Octavia. She approached the mare quietly, before reaching out to touch the surface of one of her teats. She found it softer and more pliant than earlier; her touch sunk slightly into its surface. The soft touch won a couple of soft noises of approval from Octavia. With a grin, she changed tactic and lightly brushed the frog of her hoof across the engorged and majorly sensitive surface of her clitoris.
Octavia reacted as if shocked. She bucked her hips, desperately trying to push her clit into firm contact with the surface that had just come into contact with it. Vinyl, though, held her hoof back, a mere fraction of a millimeter away. It was almost like Octavia could sense its nearness, as she yanked at her bonds and wriggled in place, aching with every burning inch of her to repeat the fleeting instant of contact that had brought with it the promise of release.
Vinyl allowed her frog to barely touch her clit with feather lightness again, which prompted another round of desperate struggled by Octavia to capitalize on it. A grin formed Vinyl’s face as she turned it into a game, keeping the supine mare struggling and writhing in place for every brief second of contact with her sensitive marehood but never allowing her to have what she truly wanted.
The game ended with Octavia panting, out of breath and practically out of her mind with horniness. She went slack in her magical restraints, head lolling and chest heaving. The trickles of milk leaking out of her teats had slowed to a few drops working their way out her and there. They ran down her mounds and thighs to pool on the floor with the nectar that had dripped out of her needy slit. Vinyl resisted the urge to lap it up just to see what it tasted like. She stood over Octavia, legs spread to either side of her marefriend’s stomach. She lowered her rump down until she was sitting on her grey-furred chest. She waited a few seconds to make sure that Octavia could still breathe even with her weight before leaning forward to plant a kiss on the end of her muzzle. “Octy? Equestria to Octy? You in there?” she cooed softly.
Her lilac eyes fluttered open, focusing blearily on Vinyl’s face. “Love you, Scratchy,” she whispered hoarsely.
A vice of warm, fuzzy feelings and giddy happiness squeezed around Vinyl’s heart at the sound. “I love you too, Octy.” She placed a few more kisses on Octavia’s muzzle, making sure to place a few on both sides just for good measure. “Feeling better?”
“Mhm,” Octavia murmured in agreement.
“Good,” Vinyl said. “Now that your little, uh, ‘problem’ is dealt with, is there anything else I can help such a beautiful mare with?”
Octavia blushed. “Um, well, you could, you know, finish what you were doing earlier . . .”
“Oh, what was that?” Vinyl asked with faux innocence.
“Ugh,” Octavia grunted, “you know very well what I mean. With your hoof and my — oh, don’t make me say it!”
“Hehe,” Vinyl chuckled, ruffling Octavia’s mane. “I’m not all that smart, Tavi. You’d better spell it out for me.”
Octavia huffed indignantly. “Vinyl, please!”
Vinyl cocked her head to the side. “Please what?”
“Do you get some kind of sick pleasure out of making me beg?”
“Oh, yeah. Big time.” She smirked down at the bound Octavia. “So you’d better start asking me, and put some effort into it. Or I could just wander off to do something else for a while and leave you here.”
Octavia’s eyes narrowed to pinpricks. “No, Vinyl, please just let me cum. Put your hoof on my clit and rub it until its sore! Please please please! I’m so horny it hurts!”
“Whoa!” Vinyl exclaimed in surprise at Octavia’s outburst. “Way to get into it, filly.” She reached forward and took Octavia’s face in her hooves, locking their red and purple eyes together. “But since you asked so nicely . . . “
Octavia gasped as Vinyl’s horn flared to life with gentle blue light. She couldn’t see its effects but she could absolutely feel a warm, tingly sheath forming over the sensitive nub of her clit where it protruded from her marehood. Under Vinyl’s magical touch, Octavia’s clit was alternately warmed and chilled, stretched and kneeded, tickled and teased. She tensed and pulled against the magical bands around her hoof, but they didn’t yield at all. The constant stimulus was driving straight towards a powerful crescendo that she was more desperate for with every passing second. Finally, the point of no return was passed and a switch flipped deep inside her mind. The complexities of thought were erased and replaced with a constant stream of pleasure and need. “Aah . . aah! Vinyl, yes, please!” she shrieked.
“Let it aaall out, Tavi,” Vinyl cooed. Her magic kept up its work on Octavia even while she writhed and bucked under her.
For Octavia, time had officially lost all meaning. Whether her orgasm lasted thirty seconds or thirty minutes, she had no idea. Regardless, it eventually ended like a fire burning itself out after all its fuel was consumed. When her eyes fluttered back open, she wasn’t on the living room floor anymore. Instead, she was on her side in bed and she could feel a warm, fuzzy presence against her back and see a pair of white forelegs wrapped around her middle. More importantly, her mind was clear of the heavy haze of lust and need that had plagued her so. A slight snore answered her question about whether or not Vinyl was awake. Deciding that she was completely okay with this turn of events, she snuggled her head deeper into the pillow and closed her eyes again.
Vinyl and Octavia's Clop Box
Author's Note
F/M, Vinyl Scratch, Interspecies, Griffon, OC
Enjoy this fragment of a clopfic featuring Vinyl and a random OC griffon I thought of in 3.2 seconds, by the name of Stormfeather. This is yet another unfinished work from the recesses of my hard drive that was originally meant to be a longer piece but never quite got there.
Vinyl's Feathered Friend
Vinyl mewled half in protest and half in delight as Storm’s sizable digit slid inside her marehood, just barely enough to spread her labia with its width. He allowed her no more stimulation than that, however, as he casually pulled his talon out of her tunnel and then just as casually returned it. “Ngh,” she grunted after a minute or two of this treatment. “Stop playing around, already!”
Storm chuckled. “That’s what you get for being such a little cocktease earlier,” he said. Vinyl’s protests were muffled as he laid a claw on the back of her skull, cradling her head with enough gentleness to keep his sharp claws from hurting her but enough firmness to forcefully bury her face in the fluff of his chest. His free claw that wasn’t tangled in Vinyl’s unruly blue mane found its way to the curves of her flanks, trailing across them slowly to disturb the short white fur of her coat. Down the slopes of her buttocks, across the surface of her thighs, up her back and down her sides they slid. The tender explorations stopped occasionally while a single talon briefly intruded inside her marehood before swiftly withdrawing and moving on. Vinyl struggled to break free of his grasp on her at first, but the embrace of his strong forelimb across her back and the talon holding her head in place were too strong. Her complaints, muffled against the feathers of his chest, gradually turned into needy moans. Eventually, even those stopped and he was left cradling a quivering, shaking mare. He released his grip on her skull and rested his claws comfortingly on her back. “Vinyl?” he asked softly. When she didn’t respond, he stroked the side of her face with a claw, pushing her mane out of her face. “Vy? You in there?”
This time, she did respond by tilting her head slightly to look up at his face, leaving her head resting on his chest. “I’m sorry I teased you, Stormy,” she whispered. “You can do whatever you want to me, but please let me cum.” She wiggled her rump plaintively. “I want it so bad it hurts,” she whimpered.
“The only thing I want to do to you is what makes you happy and feel good,” Storm replied, stroking her mane.
“Then rut me,” Vinyl cooed. “Give it to me right now.”
“I’d love nothing better. Gentle or hard?”
“You choose.”
“Gladly,” Storm chucked. “I choose . . . hard!” Without warning, his coiled muscles sprang to life as he clutched hold of Vinyl’s torso in his claws and propelled himself off the bed with a mighty spring of his rear limbs. For Vinyl, the bedroom spun madly for a few brief heartbeats before it abruptly came to a stop. When it did, she found herself face-down on the bed, her rump raised in the air and her blushing face smashed into a pillow still warm with the griffin’s body heat.
He wasted no time in lining his engorged member up with the slit desperately waiting to receive it. The smell of her was in his nostrils, sweat and need and desire, and his shaft throbbed in time with his heartbeats. He swiftly mounted her from behind, allowing his talons to rest on her shoulders while he leaned forward. Gravity and his own weight did the rest of the work, allowing his member to bury itself inside her warmth from its triangular head to the protruding knot at the base. They moaned in unison as they were joined, she from the sensation of having the aching emptiness inside her filled and he from the pleasure as her inner walls clamped around his cock.
With a grunt, Storm pulled himself back until the mere tip of his cock was still inside her, before slamming forward again, fully hilting himself.
“Oh, buck yes!” Vinyl grunted hoarsely as the first thrust turned into two, then three, and then Storm found a comfortable rhythm. Guttural grunts and moans, along with the wet sound of flesh meeting flesh, filled the room as he rode her. “Just keep going for a few more minutes!”
Filly, I don’t know if I’m gonna last a few more seconds! Storm was fighting a losing battle from the first second he mounted Vinyl. Her tunnel was warm, and tight, and moist, and seemed like it was perfectly designed to milk him. He could already feel seed churning in his balls, building up a pressure that would find its release one way or another. Vinyl’s cacophony of lewd noises was only adding fuel to his fire.
Desperate, he shifted his weight so that he was lying on his side and pulled Vinyl closer so he could continue servicing her, wrapping one forelimb around her middle and laying one claw possessively on the side of her face. Then, he slipped one finger into her open mount in mid-moan, turning the sound into a surprised gag.
Vinyl grunted in surprise, tilting her head back instinctively to allow the single talon to slip inside her mouth. The meaty digit filled it, almost snaking down into her throat, eliciting an instinctive reaction to bob her head as she tried to accommodate it. Between the pseudo-deepthroating and the constant pounding of her marehood, she was starting to shake as her climax neared. Little currents of ecstasy, like sparks of static electricity, coursed through her. They made her tremble with delight even while her core was tensing and tightening, making her entire body from her hooves to her horn feel like a musical note continuing on long after it should have faded to silence.
Then, in the space between one pulse of her laboring heart and the next, a switch somewhere in her brain flipped and all the pent up pressure and need and frustration caught fire like dry grass after a lightning strike. Pure, concentrated ecstasy raced along her veins and danced in her nerves. Her mental processes that normally dealt with more important things temporarily switched gears to try and process what was happening to her body right this very second.
Vinyl’s squeals of delight issued freely, since Storm had removed his talon from her mouth. Her inner walls spasmed wildly, squeezing his shaft hard enough that it almost hurt. The pressure finally pushed him to his own release, coaxing thick strands of creamy seed from deep inside his balls to come shooting out in shuddering spurts. Each shot he released into her hammered at his mind, wiping it clean of any thoughts beyond the pleasure of the moment.
After what felt like somewhere between 30 seconds and 30 years, Storm was able to think again. “Vinyl? You okay?” he asked, running a talon lightly down her side.
The mare beside him, still united with him, stirred slightly. “Mmhm,” she murmured in agreement. Her chest heaved with deep breaths and a sheen of sweat matted her mane to her head, not to mention the blush covering much of her face and upper torso. “Thank you, Stormy.”
Storm pulled his softening member from Vinyl’s marehood, eliciting a soft moan from both. A thin trickle of his seed began leaking out immediately, not that either cared. “Thank you, Vy,” he answered. From his position on his side, he wrapped both forelimbs around her and pulled her close once again. This time, however, he contented himself with burying his face in her mane so he could revel in her closeness. Vinyl, for her part, just snuggled into his embrace and let the afterglow cradle her.
Vinyl and Octavia's Clop Box
Author's Note
Contains: Octavia, Vinyl Scratch, clop, F/F, bondage, spanking
Like many of my ideas and stories, this one was inspired by a picture. I can't link the image, but I can say that it was by artist krd and featured Vinyl Scratch and Rainbow Dash.
As a brief snippet of clop, this one is imagined as being enjoyable and desired by both parties, so it is within the bounds (pun not intended) of consent.
Surprise Bondage
“Aha! Gotcha, Tavi!” Vinyl yelled as she tackled Octavia to the bed. The grey-furred mare shrieked in surprise as Vinyl’s sudden weight bore her straight down onto the mattress. They tumbled down in a flailing pile of limbs and imprecations, Octavia struggling to pull herself to freedom and Vinyl struggling to keep a grasp on her. Their impromptu wrestling match ended with Octavia supine on her back, Vinyl straddling her stomach and pinning her wrists to the mattress with her hands, smirking down at her.
“Vinyl Scratch, what do you think you’re doing?” Octavia demanded, breathless and flustered. A second later, she noticed that Vinyl wore a very unusual outfit, if “outfit” was even the proper term. A harness made of leather straps hugged her upper body tightly, formed of three horizontal straps: above her hips, under her breasts, and around her neck. On her left and right sides, two more straps connected the strap under her breasts to the collar around her neck by running along her upper arms and shoulder. The one around her hips was likewise connected to the one underneath her breasts. She wore two more sets of cuffs, made of the same material, at her wrists and elbows. The overall effect afforded no modesty at all, leaving her naked body on full display. Octavia blushed at the sight.
“Oh, just having a little fun,” Vinyl remarked casually. “Wanna join me?” Suddenly, her horn lit up and Octavia screwed her eyes shut against a blinding flare of luminescence.
When the stabbing pain in her eyes faded, Octavia opened them. They promptly widened in surprise as she realized that she was now dressed identically to Vinyl. More importantly, Vinyl’s face was only a few inches away from hers. She was so close that she could stretch out and kiss her on the lips, if she so chose. Taken aback, she tried to scoot away, only to be caught up short as she realized that she couldn’t.
Her limbs were wrapped around Vinyl as if she held her in a tender embrace, and they appeared to be locked there. In fact, Octavia soon realized, they really were locked in place. She flushed an even deeper crimson as she realized her position. She found herself pressed up against Vinyl, bare breasts squished together between them, marehoods brushing against each other. The cuffs around her wrists had been secured to small metal ringlets inset into Vinyl’s harness, forcing her arms to encircle Vinyl and leaving her hands resting on her ass cheeks. A thick band of leather encircled the meaty parts of both of their thighs and another one did the same around their calves, also locking them together. One final band of leather wrapped around their midsections, cinching them tightly together. Lastly, a narrow link of chains connected the collars around their necks.
Vinyl herself was in exactly the same position, bound to Octavia’s embrace. She smirked and bucked her hips, grinding her loins into Octavia’s and earning a sharp intake of breath for her efforts. “Oh, buck yes,” she muttered under her breath while she struggled to use what little freedom of motion she had to gyrate her hips, mashing her nethers and clit against Octavia’s. It was agonizingly slow work, frustrating her growing need for release. The labor of it stole her breath and left her sheening with sweat, forcing her to take panting breaks from her efforts to gather her energy. Her pounding heart sounded in her ears and her lungs felt afire, but the promise of orgasm drove Vinyl on past the point where her weakness started to become pain. “C’mon . . . hng,” she grunted. “Please . . . I’m so close . . . “ The burning in her marehood was like a pressure driving her insane, teasing her with a reward just barely out of reach.
Octavia was desperate, too. She grunted and strained alongside Vinyl, pleading with her bonds to let her move just a tiny little bit more so she could get the stimulus she needed so badly. Then, blessedly, the point of no return was passed and she tensed all over, every muscle suddenly taut as ecstasy spilled over her and wiped away everything else. Distantly, she heard her vocalizations entwining with Vinyl’s as she rode out her own orgasm.
Moments later, the two lay still on the bed, bodies limp and afterglow warming them. After a few long moments, Vinyl stretched out her neck and licked the side of Octavia’s muzzle. “Hmm, that felt good, she said. She planted a kiss on her muzzle for good measure. “I hope you’re ready for phase two of our fun times, though.”
Before Octavia could stir or inquire, Vinyl’s horn lit again and then Octavia was blind and mute. Darkness pressed around her and something squishy yet firm filled the inside of her mouth.
Vinyl chuckled, taking in the lovely sight of the blindfold and gag isolating Octavia’s senses. She had other and more pressing concerns, however. Her horn stayed illuminated while she hovered a thin riding crop behind Octavia, bringing it down forcefully on her rear.
Crack! “Hw!” Octavia cried out, thrashing ineffectively. The sudden sting of the crop sank dully into the flesh of her cheek. Crack ! “Fthp!” Crack! “Hhh!”
Vinyl alternated her strikes, painting a mural of fiery welts with every blow while Octavia tugged ever more desperately at her bonds, but they held firm at every pained struggle. “Yeah, Tavi, fight it. I love it when you struggle,” Vinyl growled. Finally, she struck a staccato series of blows against Octavia’s behind: Crack-crack-crackcrack-crack-crack-crackcrack! Octavia’s protests shifted into a single, guttural scream as the onslaught continued and then fell silent as Vinyl stopped, replaced with rapid breathing and soft whimpering. “And now for phase three,” Vinyl remarked after Octavia had had a few moments.
Her horn lit one more time and a pair of small, vibrating eggs floated into view. One slipped under Octavia’s tail, nestling into place in her waiting folds. The other likewise found its way into Vinyl’s snatch. A final flash of light and an identical gag and blindfold appeared on her own head. She let her eyes close and moaned into the gag as the vibrator started to tease her. “Mmm,” she groaned in delight as the vibrations spread into her like a hundred soft fingers caressing her insides. She tested her restraints, tugging experimentally, and felt a thrill of joy when they held tight. She relaxed and settled in to be comfortable, since she was planning on being here for a while. She just hoped Octavia felt the same.
Vinyl and Octavia's Clop Box
Author's Note
Yay, new chapter!
Features: Vinyl Scratch, Bondage, Permanent Bondage, Mechanical Bondage (is that even a thing? I'm making it a thing.) No actual sex, though, just fetish content.
Yeah, so, this is brief idea that spurred by a certain picture on Derpibooru by KRD (I think this is a recurring theme). There's 0 plot here: just imagine that Vinyl has somehow fallen into the clutches of a nefarious company doing questionable and sexy things to semi-willing participants in the name of science. This particular one is studying the effects of prolonged sensory deprivation and restraint, and Vinyl is the lucky test subject.
I hope you enjoy! Feel free to toss a comment at me to let me know what you liked or didn't care for.
Isolation Protocols
EQUESTRIAN C-TECH RESEARCH FACILITY # 09
SUBJECT: SCRATCH, VINYL
PROTOCOL: ISOLATION
ENTER USER: admin
ENTER PASSWORD: *******
. . . . . .
ACCESS GRANTED.
INITIATE ISOLATION PROTOCOL (Y/N): Y
PROTOCOL INITIATED
. . . . . .
Vinyl struggled weakly against the metallic vices holding her against the wall, they didn’t yield in the slightest. They clamped around her wrists, upper arms, thighs, calves, and around her stomach, holding her firmly in place. In addition, a set of pincers emerged from somewhere off to her side and slipped inside her pursed lips. They spread vertically, forcing her jaws against apart.
A nozzle, attached to a tube, came into view as well and stuffed itself into her open maw. A thick spurt of goop filled it up, pooling inside her mouth while she was unable to swallow. It tingled on her tongue and tasted like she expected a hospital to smell.
The nozzle withdrew, leaving her mouth pried open, and was swiftly replaced by another set of mechanical appendages. This one clamped in its fingers a long, thick, and frankly, phallic object that it unceremoniously shoved into her waiting mouth. She could only grunt in protest as it slid into place. The intrusion elicited a strained protest from her.“Nggh!”
Its length intruded slightly into her throat and depressed her tongue, immobilizing it. She noticed that she could still breathe normally despite its presence; it felt like there was a hole running the length of the gag that she could suck air through.
Her eyes widened as a tube descended from the ceiling and was plugged into the opening of her breathing tube by one of the many mechanical claws. A pressure flowed into her mouth, inflating the gag slightly. It expanded, pushing its soft texture against the roof and sides of her mouth, wedging it firmly in place. “Hgh! Whhtthmbhgg!”
Thick straps ending in a clasp dangled from the end of it; they were grabbed by a pair of claws and drawn behind her head. A click reached her ears as it locked in place and cinched taut. The strap wrapped firmly around her head, anchoring the gag in place. They must have been padded on their undersides, as they were surprisingly comfortable and didn’t bite painfully into her flesh.
Suddenly, she was plunged into darkness! She heard a secondclick. Panicked, she threw herself against her restraints. “Bhgg! Hm ghn'tfmm!” They held firm, resisting her easily, and she was forced to admit defeat. As her heartbeat calmed down from its rapid spike, she felt something soft pushing over her eyes. She let out a whimper as the first icy lance of fear struck in tandem with the realization that a blindfold had robbed her of her vision.
A sudden cacophony of movement erupted around her, the sound of several of her captors’ limbs whirring to life. “Whht thmh hn hmfghnnghn?” she cried out. Blind and helpless, she could only listen and feel. More straps wrapped around her head and muzzle, accompanied by further snaps and clicks. Her fur and skin ruffled under the sense of soft, flexible material enwrapping it.
She grunted in concern as something slid into her ears. They weren’t painful at all; in fact, they felt soft and flexible enough to wiggle into place. A brief hum filled her ears, and then silence descended. The quiet was absolute, as if someone had flipped a switch somewhere. The world dissapeared from her auditory senses just as much as from her visual ones. “Plmhfm, hmlp mm,” she moaned into her gag. The faint echoes of her attempts at speech reverberated through her skull, almost intelligible, allowing her to kind of hear it without ears. In the dark void of her external senses, the beating of her heart and the pumping of her lungs took on deafening volume.
Their work accomplished, the appendages retracted, save for those holding her in place. The lights dimmed, eventually plunging the room into perfect darkness. “Fhmmphnn plmhfmhmlp mm!” she moaned. There was no answer. “Fhmmphnn?” she tried again. Quiet reigned. “Hnnphnn?”
Silence.
Darkness.
“Hh, Gmlmftnh, plmhfm dhn't lmhvm mm hmrm!”
EQUESTRIAN C-TECH RESEARCH FACILITY # 09
SUBJECT: SCRATCH, VINYL
PROTOCOL: ISOLATION
ELAPSED TIME: 3:18:24:19
TIME TO RELEASE: INDEFINITE / REQUIRES SUPER USER AUTHORITY
VITALS: OKAY
BPM: 52
SpO2: 100
mmHg: 109/68
HZ: 3.2
Vinyl and Octavia's Clop Box
Author's Note
Contains: Bondage, Forced Orgasm, Daring Do
This tiny fragment is the remnant of an idea I had that was never to be realized, where Daring Do finds herself trapped in a ruin that is designed to punish intruders in kinky ways.
Daring's Adventure
Daring gasped, and her eyes widened, as the plugs intruding into her started vibrating. The powerful stimulation reached deep into her core, robbing her strength away. She sank to her knees as they wobbled, fearful that she would fall otherwise.
The proud explorer hated the realization that a part of her was actually enjoying this. The primal, animalistic, one-track-mind part of her genetic heritage only cared that her holes were filled and stretched in a way she would ordinarily find positively yummy.
That repressed part of her mind was coming to life, roused from its slumber by the incessant vibrating in her loins. She slumpedto the side, ending up lying on the soft, latex-like floor of this cell. Her hips bucked involuntarily and she moaned into her gag, thought and reason slowly fading away. They were replaced with growing desperation and need.
Oh, Celestia, I can feel them. The plug inserted into her slit stretched her out, filling her cunt with aching pressure. The bumps and ridges adorning its sides dug firmly into her inner walls and its knotted base flared out even wider, locking it firmly in place.
Daring strained at the bands encircling her wings and arms, pushing against them with all her might, but hey held firm. Frustrated, she rolled on the floor, digging her bindings into the ground and thrashed her shoulders, torso, and free limbs. Her efforts found no weak sports, though, and she ended up lying on the floor still bound and plugged as well as out of breath. I can’t get them off . . . too tight. She knew she should be concerned by this, but it was becoming harder to focus. The damned plugs kept her from forming a train of thought that lasted more than a few seconds.
She planted her hooves under her and tried to rise, but her muscles quivered weakly and she soon found herself back on the floor. Gazing at the ceiling, its uniformly grey and latex surface indistinguishable from the walls and floor, she was forced to admit that she had no idea how to escape. Her eyes closed and she surrendered to the inevitable.
As if sensing her submission, the plugs altered their vibrations.Their tempo increased to levels she hadn’t even conceived of. The waves of vibrations were palpable now, flowing through her entire body but centered on her most sensitive regions. She grunted as her inner walls clenched, as if trying to milk the toy.
Finally, the point of no return was passed. Daring’s insides melted and arcs of pleasure shot through her entire body. Her toned muscles bucked and strained against her bindings again, lost in the bliss of her release, and she screamed her approval into her gag. Her pussy clenched and strained and twitched, enfolding the toy that had suddenly fall silent.
She fell silent, wrapped in the afterglow like a warm blanket on a cold night. The plugs had fallen silent and weakness pressed down on her, as if she had had the vitality drained from her. Her eyes drifted closed, and soon darkness crept in as Daring fell into sleep.
Vinyl and Octavia's Clop Box
Author's Note
Welcome to a random drabble of clop dredged up from my harddrive and the year 2015. It is short and pointless, but it exists.
Bath
Octavia sighed as she sank down into the warm embrace of her bath. The delightfully hot water cradled her body, wrapping her in its gentle embrace. Steam rose from the oversized freestanding tub that occupied the middle of her home’s bathroom. “Mmhm,” she murmured as she let herself be fully immersed, only her head visible above the sudsy water.
Gazing skywards, she had a perfect view of the nighttime sky above Ponyville through the skylights. A few fluffy clouds rolled lazily through the dark heavens, the twinkling stars appearing to dart playfully behind them. The moon, grand luminary it was, reflected back a gentle radiance that blanketed the world around her.
Peace. Quiet. Calm reigned supreme while Octavia luxuriated, basking in the slight radiance of the few candles that she spared to illuminate her personal indulgence. Her musician’s ears detected nothing save the quiet buzzing of cicadas and the lapping of the water. Perfect.
Her eyes closed, leaving her to lounge in blessed darkness. With a long exhale, she let go of the stresses and problems of the day. The stress of making it to three separate rehearsals, gone. The pain in her feet and back from standing all bloody day, whisked away. The unexpected rush to the store so she could buy a new set of strings for her bow, evaporated. All of the thousand little annoyances and problems that accumulated like a weight on her back, simply set free to disappear off to wherever they went when she stopped caring about them.
At last, empty of stress, she simply floated. Darkness around her, quiet and solitude filling her ears, and gentle warmth enveloping her. Only one thing still disturbed her relaxation; a simple, niggling thought in the back of her mind. Taking root in the fertile soil of her quieted mind, it swiftly bloomed into an undeniable need deep within.
Her elegant fingers swiftly sought out the center of her urges, wasting no time in sliding inside her nether lips. Moistened and eager, her flesh offered little resistance. With masterful skill, she played herself as smoothly as her own cello. Tapered digits ran over electrified nerves, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. All too soon, the playing reached a crescendo ending in a climax. With a final shudder, the symphony died away into static and then into silence as every fiber of her being twitched in unison, releasing all of the built-up tension in one sudden moment of bliss.
Panting and chest heaving, she let her head dangle over the edge of the bathtub. Little shakes and shivers kept playing along her body, the afterquakes of pleasure, but the need was satisfied. A smile grew on her lips as she gazed at the stars above.
The afterglow of release mingled with the heat of the water soaking into her skin, luring her downwards and inwards. Her eyes closed again, and this time nothing disturbed her peace as she drifted slowly away from thought and awareness.
