Vinyl had her booth entirely set up and ready. She had her tracks, her discs, and her inspiration. She tingled with unknown power, but she didn't care or know about that. She was going to make sweet music with the crowd that night. With a growing smile, she ordered her discs for the fourth time. She wanted the playlist to be just right. She would play with the beat to perfection and work the crowd. They would writhe and dance like puppets, and she was their loving master.

The door opened. It was time. Vinyl smiled at the filing line of ponies and quickly slipped the first disc into place. She didn't put it on her new player. The intro track mostly just had to play without her caress, and what few motions it would need had to have a heavy distortion, which the new player didn't do. That was fine. A mix of tools meant she could make just the right sound when she wanted to make it.

"Vinyl!" shouted one of the stallions bobbing to the beat of the introductory tract. "Always nice to see you, even better to hear you."

He thrust a hoof up at her and she returned the gesture back at him, not touching. He was a fan of hers. She knew him. He knew her, at least as an admirer of her work. They didn't do things outside of events, but fans were good. He was just one of many souls that would dance with her. Would he become lost in that beat?

She hoped so. She was ready to command their full attention.

Her own head was bobbing softly, not with the current beat, but the next. She knew the next step and with a fluid motion, summoned it. She put down a disc on the new player and her hoof hovered over it, trembling, before just the right note hit. Down it came, down went the other. She began playing the records, messing with time itself, dropping that beat so hard it should have been called abuse.

She could feel that powerful flutter run through her. Her insides exploded in alien pleasure as she opened her snout in a silent sigh, a needy but breathless moan. Ecstasy ran through her as she worked the music with an energy she had never felt before. She was in an ecstatic state that deepened with every motion, with every powerful thrum of the speakers. This was not a sexual thing. No, this was the older, deeper meaning of the word. She felt like she was being pulled of her limited mortal shell, transcending to higher planes of existence as if she were being shaken free of the banality of life and welcomed with open arms to musical perfection.

She remembered she had eyes and opened them. Was the crowd lifting with her? Was she alone in that perfection? No, she could see them being swept away. They bobbed. They swayed. They were thrashing and moaning in the same breathless way that had consumed her. She noticed not a single one of of them was being rowdy. No matter how deeply they were being carried away, they didn't crash into one another. Good. It was a smooth nirvana, and she was its director.

Vinyl had three records going at once. She had a hoof on the new player and one of her precious babies while her horn played the one in the middle. Each additional spinning disc made it more complicated to keep track of, but she didn't care. She was navigating a musical sea, the waves crashing against her boat and her wild eyes locked on the horizon. She was riding it all and nothing could stop her.

"Vinyl?" asked a female voice. A familiar voice.

Vinyl blinked for the first time since she had began. Her eyes lowered and swept over the room. "'Tavi?"

That's when she noticed many of her dancers had slumped to the ground. They were still twitching and jerking in time to her beats, but something was clearly wrong. "The hay..."

Before she could finish the thought in her head, Octavia sprung up just in front of her booth. "Vinyl, there you are!"

Falling over backwards with surprise, Vinyl thumped against the back wall with an oof. "'Tavi, what are you doing here? I mean, I'm not..." She noticed the music was still going. It was still playing, without her. With her. She could feel its pulse all through her. How? "Um, hey?" Didn't Octavia know she preferred to not speak mid-performance? Of course she did. What was going on?

"Dearest Vinyl," spoke Octavia, her rich voice wrapping around Vinyl despite the loud music. "I had to speak to you. It's time... I admitted my feelings." She put her hooves on her chest. "Vinyl, I--"

"I love you!" spoke another pony. Another... Octavia. The second was standing right beside the first, having risen from the dance floor. The first didn't seem to mind the presence of the second. They both gazed on Vinyl with the same refined look that made her want to melt.

Vinyl glanced between them, and beyond. The dancers were reforming before her. One by one, they were rising as Octavia. The entire room was filling with her favorite mare. The bouncer pulled off his glasses, revealing feminine eyes and a smoldering look. Perhaps changing more slowly from just listening to the music, she could actually see his body being reshaped by it.

He reared up onto two legs, trying to assume Octavia's proper stance. Her eyes dropped down between his hind legs where his once-proud stallionhood peeked just a little from its home, but it, and its den, were dwindling rapidly. He was becoming a she, a very specific she.

"Vinyl..." The first Octavia came around the booth. "We've missed you terribly."

"You aren't real!" shouted Vinyl. Shouting was very unlike her. Her throat hurt from the outburst. The music suddenly stopped. Everything was silent a moment. Dozens on dozens of Octavias were staring at her in confusion a moment.

The second Octavia approached with that gentle, regal smile of hers. "Our feelings are real, Miss Scratch. We want you, and your music." She reared up in front of the booth and ran a refined hoof over one of the records. "Please, play for us. Play... with us."

All the other Octavias voiced their agreements in a chorus of encouragement. They began to call for Vinyl to continue with a beat all their own, stomping their hooves on the ground in delicate but easily audible step that matched with the beat that the song should have had, if Vinyl hadn't interrupted it.

Vinyl ran a dry tongue over equally parched lips. She felt numb as the first of the mares nudged her back into position by her beloved players.

"Only you can do it," the Octavia instructed. "Go on. We have the utmost of confidence in you."

It was all she knew. She reached for her discs with trembling hooves and swapped out for the next set. "A-alright. If you want music, you... get music." A new terror was seizing her heart. Should she be running? Should she be fighting the fakes? She didn't know. She knew music. She took a slow breath and got the records spinning. The music resumed and she began to play. Her worries melted away. She simply forgot them as she fell into the trance of weaving her melody. Each beat was a blow against her fears and regrets.

The room filled with her performance and the ponies that were Octavia danced. They were no longer bobbing or swaying or jerking or twitching. They were waltzing, spinning, and moving with one another. It was a wild thing, seeing dozens of Octavia's dancing as if it were a formal ball to the beat of her heavy electronic rhythm.

A set of equine arms wrapped around her from behind. She could smell Octavia's breath. "Keep going," encouraged the mare behind her, grinding against her gently. "Keep going..."

It felt like Octavia, smelled like her, sounded like her. Vinyl tried to glance back, but could see little but the arms around her midsection. She could see her precious friend's hooves at her front. She played. With every motion, the Octavia ground a little more firmly, as if the music were driving her to wild lusts and she were acting it out on Vinyl's back.

A soft nuzzle was felt on Vinyl's cutie mark and her eyes fell to the side to see a second Octavia had snuck up. On being spotted, that Octavia smile up at her demurely before nuzzling around her towards the front. "You put in ever so much effort. You deserve some attention too, wouldn't you say? Keep playing..." She nuzzled around her groin, working her way in a slow circle. She kissed each teat with her soft lips, breath washing over them. "You deserve so much more. So very much more..."

Vinyl tried to focus on the music, to keep it going. Her right hoof slipped as she felt a soft tongue touch one of her thick vulva. The music skipped, and the mare's tongue slipped inside her as if she had slipped with the same discordant note. When the beat recovered, the mare below her pulled away just to resume slow teasing circles of her tongue around her outer lips.

The first Octavia nipped gently at one of Vinyl's ears, breathing across it. "Harder."

Harder? Vinyl tried to figure that out. Did they mean play harder? That was all she could do. She would not be a slave to anyone's music. She held back the beat, letting it build. She could feel both mares growing more and more tense. Their motions slowed, waiting. They were hers to control, not the other way around. Vinyl smiled, the idea that they were slaves to her music emboldened her as she waited a moment longer. "And... drop." She brought on the beat deep and hard.

The mare behind her collapsed against her with an orgiastic cry. The many Octavia's on the dance floor met one another in wildly passionate kisses. The one beneath her dived forward, giving her a wholly different kind of kiss. Vinyl grit her teeth against the sudden pleasure as Octavia's talented tongue dug deep into her sensitive passage, exploring and roaming around the quivering flesh in pursuit of the most responsive inches of her delicate insides. She kissed Vinyl's button of a clitoris as it winked out to greet her.

Vinyl tried to focus on her music, but it was becoming a challenge with the attention she was getting. She bent over a little as she grabbed up the next record on her plan when it slipped from numbed hooves. The first Octavia had sunk behind her and was putting her preciously refined tongue where it had no business being. Vinyl squeaked in surprise and brought her tail down, but it only landed on the Octavia's head as she slowly explored the fat doughnut of Vinyl's puckered anus. The sensations were new, alien, and had her held captive. She squirmed between the two mares that worked her so close to one another. She could feel their snouts brushing against one another as they struggled for space to worship her with their tongues.

"Vinyl..." Another Octavia was trotting closer, several other to her right and left. "You deserve better."

"We're going to reward you."

"As is only proper."

"You've opened our eyes."

"Let us return the favor."

Each spoke with the same voice. They were all Octavia.

She tried to get her hooves back under her, to escape in a moment of panic, but the mare with her snout buried in her sex caught her clit so gently and suckled it, sending Vinyl to the ground in a crash. The others were on her. One buried her snout into Vinyl's throat, nuzzling and nipping gently. Others found places along her barrel. Two began worshipping either of her cutie marks.

A large shape pressed against her mouth and Vinyl blinked up to see the one of the Octavias at least hadn't entirely become a mare. That Octavia gave a wicked smile as she nudged her stallion tool against Vinyl's lips. "Simply relax, and let us handle this. You've played for us, now we will play you."

Author's Note

Vinyl is buried in her favorite mare. Should she go with it? Hm, mayhaps it is voting time:

1: Let us witness this orgy!
2: This concert was worryingly close to where Mister and Misses Cake were trying to get some sleep.
3: The milky Tree Hugger decides she needs to step up her game.
4: Princess Big Mac reports to Celestia, as is proper for a new princess.
5: Zecora is caught without words.
6: Mayor Mare arrives with a few of the local guard due to a noise complaint.

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