Live in Palomino

by Nicole Sunstone

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, Octavia, Comedy, Other, Romance, Equestria Girls, Sex, Profanity, DJ P0N-3, Alternate Universe, Narcotics, Anthro
Length: 6539

When Vinyl Scratch goes to a summer music festival, she takes some fun "party favors" from a fellow attendee to give her a true Equestrian experience that she won't soon forget.

Vinyl Scratch and Octavia Melody are booked to headline the final day of the music festival held in the Grand San Palomino Desert. Already infamous in her partying habits, Vinyl is given strict instructions to not go overboard with her well-known vices for fear of missing their performance. After getting some fun "favors" from a stranger at the festival, Vinyl begins to have episodes that leads to her inevitable transformation into a crazed, horse-form raving DJ about to put on the show of her life at the end of the weekend.

Published 2017-10-13 12:50:06 UTC
Last updated 2017-10-13 12:50:06 UTC

Chapter 1

Live in Palomino

By: Nicole Sunstone

In the middle of the desert west of the city, there is a three-day music festival that happens once every year. Since the beginning of the concert, musicians have always dreamed of performing and headlining in that desert for that one magical weekend. To be featured at Palomino is a dream that only a handful of musicians make the cut for in order for the privilege of attending the all-weekend long non-stop music fest filled with beer, friends, and most importantly music.

The elevator dinged as the doors slid open. Vinyl Scratch, in her pristine white DJ jacket and skirt, stepped out into the lavish hallway. Each step marked a beat in her song, seeing the music flowing around her as the music played in her over-the-ear headphones. Swinging her bags and dragging a suitcase behind her, she stopped at the front door of room 1403. The beat pulsed in her ears as she paused. Sliding her card down the door’s lock, the light flashed on the panel.

She opened the door to find a clean bedroom in front of her. Putting her luggage to the side, Vinyl quickly glanced at the bathroom which was just as clean as the rest of the room. A decorative wallpaper covered the sides of the small room with the toilet, sink, and shower. The beat picked up as Vinyl paced out of the bathroom and back to the beds.

Looking out the window, she opened the sliding door to see the clear, grassy fields of Palomino. All of the tents and stages had been set up for the opposite side of the hotel, leaving only the sights of the Grand San Palomino Desert from the balcony. Breathing in the fresh air from the desert wind, the song pulsed harder in her ears.

As the beat was about the drop, Vinyl lunged into the air and landed on the bed, head first, Ruffling the soft, comfy covers, she listened to the rest of the song as the door clicked and opened into the hotel room.

“Yes, Claude? Yes, I’m in the hotel room. Yeah, I know it’s hot outside, try lugging around a very valuable cello from the terminal to the line of taxis that was a mile long.” Octavia spoke into her cell phone, pulling the aforementioned cello case into the hotel room along with her other luggage. “Is Vinyl here? Well, I didn’t see her at Arrivals, but-”

The beat from Vinyl’s headphones played softly outside of the speakers as Octavia looked down at her roommate, smiling into the covers of the bed. She gave a soft smile back, unable to tell where Vinyl is looking from underneath her large purple glasses.

“I’ll call you back, Claude.” Octavia hung up the phone and pulled away one of the speakers on Vinyl’s headphones, letting the music play out even louder. Vinyl looked over her glasses before jumping off the bed and sitting down in front of Octavia.

“Yo Tavi!” She smiled at her, using her phone to turn down her music to a volume where she could hear the people around her.

“Hey Vinyl, glad to see that you’re adapting well to the hotel room. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you how big of a deal this performance is to me.”

Vinyl nodded before leaning back in the bed, kicking her feet up on the ruffled covers. Octavia closed her eyes, still trying to cool off from the heat outside of the hotel room.

“You have it easy. Just a few memory sticks and a moderately sized computer. Meanwhile, a musician like myself has to lug around an electric cello for our set on Sunday.” Octavia looked over at Vinyl’s bags marked with her signature two bridged eighth notes logo on the sides, clearly not unpacked. Vinyl nodded her head to the beat, focusing more on the song.

“You do remember that you are performing on Sunday, right?” Octavia asked, raising an eyebrow at Vinyl’s head-bobbing. “Claude is already wary about your last gig at Partypalooza. I think that’s the reason that he wants us to perform together this time. So I can maybe try to keep you in check.”

Vinyl spaced off in the song as Octavia audibly groaned, grabbing her roommate’s headphones off of her head. Vinyl’s thoughts came to a screeching halt as she glared at Octavia behind her glasses.

“This is my serious talk Vinyl. Please pay attention!” Octavia urged, crossing her arms.

“Alright! Alright, what’s the sitch?” Vinyl said, still a little annoyed at the abrupt end to her music. She could still hear the low beat coming out of the headphones around Octavia’s hand.

“A few simple rules. No drugs. No guys or girls in this hotel room. And for the sake of your career, please try to rehearse a set for your performance on Sunday. I can handle improvisation but don’t throw me anything that I can’t cover with my skills on the cello.”

“Okay. I got you.”

“And another thing, with the cello. Do not touch my stuff. Whether it’s shampoo or makeup, I don’t want you to use it without my permission. Especially my cello.” Octavia warned, getting up and tapping on her cello’s hard case.

“No touching your stuff. Alright, I got it.” Vinyl said, holding out her hand for her headphones to be returned to her.

“You can enjoy the festival. And I’ll probably be here and maybe the pool for the majority of the weekend. Aren’t you hot in all that?” Octavia asked, pointing out Vinyl’s nylon tights and fuzzy arm warmers from her usual outfit.

“It’s nothing I can’t handle. Palomino has been my scene since seeing DJ Devough back in ‘06.” Vinyl said before replacing her headphones, catching back up with her music. “I’m gonna check out the festival for a little while.”

“Just remember what I said, Vinyl!” Octavia shouted as Vinyl walked out of the door, leaving her behind in the hotel room with all of her luggage.

The initial crowds had started to set in as Vinyl walked past all of the tents and stages, her head bobbing from the music in her headphones. Some of the musicians could be heard along with the loud cheering, but Vinyl’s headphones canceled out most outside noise when the music was turned up to a loud enough volume. All of the people crowding and walking around the festival wore summer outfits for the hot weather, which remained thick in the air even when the sun went down on the desert plains.

Looking down at her phone’s screen to check the time, Vinyl glanced up at the map for one of the main stages. She was partially interested in checking out the Countess Colouratura performance headlining the night. Drinking down the rest of the craft beer in her hand, she made a quick stop to one of the restroom buildings, staying clear from the rows of portable toilets that they had built around the food tents.

Vinyl sat down in one of the stalls and locked the door, resting on the seat as she did her business. Looking down at the bottom edge of the stall’s wall, she couldn’t help but notice the yellow hand sticking what seemed to be a bag of grounded-up yellow powder. Her music ended right on time to hear the guest sitting next to her say something from the other side of the wall between them.

“Hey, you look like you like a good time. Want to try some of this stuff?”

Vinyl reached over towards the small bag in the girl’s hand but stopped before she could grab it.

“Nah, you know, I think this is the thing that she was worried about,” Vinyl said aloud, thinking back to Octavia’s speech, pulling one of her earphones away to hear the conversation with the girl on the other side of the wall to reduce the impact of musical interruptions.

“Come on, you know everyone is going to be baked out there for the final lineup on the main stage. This isn’t even like really psychedelic stuff. It’s more of mellow feel to the high. I sold a few ounces to this chick and her girl and they seemed really excited about it.”

Vinyl’s hand trembled gently, still reaching out towards the bag. “How much you want for it?”

“No charge. I’m just trying to get rid of it. It’s a bit too much for someone like me and something tells me that you’ll really like it.”

“How do you think you know so much about me?” Vinyl asked, watching the yellow hand swing the bag underneath the wall.

“I have a hunch about these types of things. You’re not going to sit in there all day and I know you want to. The show’s starting really soon.”

A flush is heard from the other side of the wall, just to illustrate the expiration of the deal.

“Alright, pass it over.” Vinyl said as the bag flew down on her feet next to her pulled down skirt and stockings.

“Enjoy, you lucky girl.” The guest opened the door to the stall next to Vinyl and walked towards the exit. Vinyl fought the urge to up and leave her own stall, but her eyes remained fixed on the bag. Seeing it in the light, she saw it as a soft ground powder, with a nice gold color. Almost like a light brown. She opened the bag and poured the small amount on her hand between her thumb and index finger. Licking the tip of the finger on her opposite hand, she dipped it into the edge of the powder and tasted it.

A soft tingle formed on the tip of her tongue. Having never seen this particular drug before, she figured it was safe enough for a random guest to be handing it out for free. Hearing the crowd getting louder, she went fully in as a quick snort of the powder went up through her nose and down her throat.

Vinyl coughed and rubbed her nostril, trying to get the stray powder off of her face. Her throat tingled as she sniffed and tried to adjust to whatever it was that she stuck up her nose. Flushing her own toilet and pulling her clothes back up, Vinyl left the stall and went back out of the restroom into the crowd of people in the night.

A large crowd formed around the center stage with Vinyl finding her way somewhere in the middle of all of it. She didn’t feel any different as the tingling sensation in her throat went away. Her mouth felt a tad parched but other than that, she felt normal as always. For all she knew, she could have stuck a bunch of the native sand up her nose. At least she didn’t pay anything for the bag.

The lights dimmed as the beat built up from the speakers on the stage. A series of spotlights and lasers flashed on and over Countess Coloratura as she appeared on the stage with her various background dancers. The crowd cheered as the pop icon jumped into her first song, with the bass thumping the ground beneath their feet.

Vinyl started to jump and get into the music as the effects started to hit her getting into the setlist. Her vision started to blur slightly as the music and lights trailed before her eyes. She felt her glasses growing darker as her hair flowed behind her, brushing against the back of her neck. Her ears twitched as they moved higher up her head and became more sensitive to the music around her. The crowd drowned out as she felt a gentle breeze flow against the back of her legs, still dancing along to the set. The rest of the night was a blur as her vision blacked out, Vinyl letting her body do her own thing.

Stumbling into the hotel room at the end of the night, Vinyl dragged herself to the bathroom and turned on the shower. A brief moment of situational awareness led her to check outside at the beds where Octavia was sound asleep with her nighttime mask over her eyes. Going back to the shower, Vinyl stripped away her sweaty clothes and stepped into the warm water pouring down from the shower head.

Feeling the shower water running down her back and chest, she sighed contently and grabbed the bottle on the counter in the bathroom. Pouring a generous amount into her hand, she lathered her palms up before running the shampoo through her blue hair. As she touched the top of her head, a strange protrusion caught her attention. Her ears twitched as she continued to touch the sensitive furred tips of the two things popping out of her hair. Vinyl moaned under her breath as she finished washing up her hair.

She reached over to the soap and started to lather up her sweaty and sticky body to clean herself off. As she rubbed her soapy hands down her back to her shapely rear, a soft furry length met her fingers. She continued to stroke it just like the furred tips on her head and felt more sensitive tingles as the feeling ran through her.

Stepping out of the shower, Vinyl looked over at the mirror with her uncovered eyes at the white equine-like ears coming out of her head. Turning around, she noticed the long furry tail coming out of the small of her back, in the same color as her hair. Her heart started to beat faster as she closed her eyes, feeling a call to rest. She wasn’t fully conscious enough to realize the severity of her new additions and would ignore it until morning like the most of her bad decisions.

The light broke through the curtains of the glass balcony to the hotel room as Vinyl groaned from her rough sleep. Her tail flicked behind her as she sat up and looked over at the second bed next to her, with Octavia nowhere to be seen. Resting her hand on her chest, she stood up and stretched out her arms as her nude body was exposed to the light from the morning sun.

Vinyl flipped her hair back as her ears twitched slightly, as she walked over to the bathroom. Getting a good look at herself in the mirror, she realized that her ears were popping out of her hair while a bright blue tail swished from behind her. She chuckled as she ran her hand on the tips of her ears and slipped on a bathrobe as her eyes caught the attention of the various beauty and makeup products laid out on the side of the bathroom counter.

She sprayed a bit of the perfume and applied a generous amount of eyeshadow on her cerise eyes, highlighting them with a dark eyeliner. Grabbing the lipstick, she coated her lips with a soft pink color that popped on her white complexion. Puckering up her lips, her tail flicked happily behind her in her robe as she admired herself in the mirror.

The lock to the door of the hotel room disengaged as Octavia, still dressed in her pajamas, strolled in from the doorway. Her shiny, black hair was flowing gently behind her neck, clearly brushed before she went out this morning. Her eyes glanced at the messy bed closest to the balcony, seeing that her roommate was up and about.

“Vinyl? Are you here?” Octavia asked as she saw the blue-haired girl in her bathrobe painting her nails with a matching color to the shade on her lips. Octavia’s jaw hit the floor at the sight of the dolled-up Vinyl, trying to ignore the fact that she was sitting on her bed with the open bottle of nail polish.

“Hey, Octy!” Vinyl said with a wink, letting her ears flick on top of her head.

“Vinyl, is that my nail polish on the bed? And that lipstick. Please tell me this is some kind of cruel joke.” Octavia sat down slowly on the bed, careful not to disrupt the teetering of the open nail polish bottle.

“I just borrowed a little bit of it. Relax.” Vinyl admitted, holding out her hands in front of her. “There we go!”

Getting up from the bed, the motion caused the bottle to tip over, Octavia reacting just in time by reaching out and grabbing it before a drop spilled on the white sheets of the bed. Vinyl slipped out of her bathrobe and started digging in her suitcase, letting her tail swish against her bare rear.

Turning away from the indecent display, Octavia quickly placed the cap on the nail polish and set it down on the nightstand. “Vinyl, what did I tell you? No using my stuff!”

“You did say something like that, yeah.” Vinyl said as she put back on her tinted glasses and slipping on her fingerless gloves on her hands.

“Is that… a tail?” Octavia asked, noticing the long furry length coming out of Vinyl’s back. Vinyl’s ears flicked at the question, not turning around to answer her.

“It’s just a costume Octy. I mean, how could I have a real tail, seriously?” Vinyl answered, flicking her tail behind her. Octavia opened her mouth to say something but held her tongue as she watched Vinyl put on a modest black bikini before putting on her white jacket and skirt. “I’m going down to the pool.”

“No, I’m not letting you out of my sight! Whatever’s going on at the moment, I don’t know how and frankly, I think I shouldn’t know. But one thing is for sure is that there will be no more breaking the rules, you got that? Now just sit there for a few minutes while I get ready.” Octavia instructed as she pulled out a one-piece swimsuit and stepped into the bathroom.

Vinyl sat down on Octavia’s bed, letting her tail swish against the sheets, waiting for her to get ready. Her ears started to ring as if something was missing. Grabbing her phone out of her jacket, she pulled out a pair of smaller headphones and placed them in her equine ears, starting the music.

The hotel pool was fairly busy, mostly with some of the younger crowd and their parents. Octavia found the ideal place to lounge next to the pool by the shade and started to read the book that she brought with her. Vinyl threw off her jacket and skirt, jumping into the water in her bikini with her glasses and gloves on. Her tail and ears earned a few looks from the kids and crowd around the pool, but she was more concerned about swimming around. The sloshes and splashes filled her ears, trying to drown out the ringing when she wasn’t listening to the music on her phone.

“Hey! DJ Pon-3?”

Vinyl turned around at the shirtless guy wading next to her in the pool, his spiked hair soaked from the pool water. The guy smiled underneath his tinted goggles, much like Vinyl’s glasses.

“Living up to your namesake, I see.” He pulled up his goggles, revealing his bright blue eyes for Vinyl to recognize her admirer.

“Neon Lights? Didn’t expect you to be down here! Don’t you have a set tonight?” Vinyl said, giving Neon a big hug.

“Yeah, just relaxing a bit before the showtime. It’s always best to de-stress before the big gigs, you know?” Neon replied, pulling up Vinyl’s glasses to see her eyes. She blushed as her ears flicked, with her tail swishing in the water.

“Do you think I could get a sneak preview of what you have in store?” She asked, her heart starting to race as she could hear Neon Lights’ signature style in her head, as she started to ache for the music to reach her ears.

“Sure, let’s get out of here first.” Neon grabbed onto Vinyl’s hand and pulled her towards the steps out of the pool. Vinyl looked over at Octavia, who was too engrossed in her book to actually watch where her roommate was going.

The two made their way towards the exit to the pool area as they passed by the shower stalls, with most of them being unoccupied. Vinyl smirked as she pulled Neon into one of the stalls, closing the door behind them.

“What’s all this about?” Neon asked as Vinyl turned on the shower, rubbing up against Neon’s body.

“Don’t we have to shower after leaving the pool~?” She asked as she pulled up her bikini top, rubbing her bare breasts against his bare chest. Neon moaned under his breath, placing his palms against the side of the shower wall. He nodded as Vinyl licked her lips and leaned against him, slipping her hand into Neon’s swimming trunks.

“I think you might need to unwind a bit more before giving me a taste of what you have in store~” She gripped onto his erect shaft, rubbing the leather of her glove against his member. Resting her hand on his mouth, she pushed her breasts against his chest. Her ears flicked as her happily swished her tail swished behind her.

Pulling down his swim trunks to his knees, Neon gasped under Vinyl’s palm, feeling her stroking his exposed shaft. She leaned down to kiss at his tip before wrapping her lips around him. Sucking deeply on his member, she moaned at the length in her mouth, stroking at the base. Neon gasped under his breath as she continued to lick up and down on his hot, thick rod, feeling it throbbing in her warm mouth.

The water splashed down on their bodies as Vinyl popped her lips off of his tip, sandwiching his shaft between her perky breasts. Neon closed his eyes as his member pulsed and spurted out his hot, dirty juices all over Vinyl’s chest and face. She moaned and licked up some of his sticky fluids, letting the rest slip off of her in the shower. Pulling up her glasses, she panted at Neon who was still reeling against the wall.

“All good now?” She asked, rubbing her breasts with the tips of her fingers. Neon nodded and reached down to pull up his trunks, feeling his member extra sensitive against the swimming attire. Vinyl replaced her bikini top and turned off the shower as the red-faced Neon and herself left the stall and head back to the hotel.

“Aww yeah!” Vinyl shouted as Neon thrust into her from behind, rustling the sheets on the bed in her hotel room. Pressing her bare breasts against the bed, her soft opening was filled with Neon’s thick rod, pumping deep inside her. Neon moaned loudly as his naked body glistened with sweat from the exertion, his and Vinyl’s swimming attire scattered on the floor of the hotel room.

Vinyl’s tail flicked against Neon’s stomach, Vinyl arching her back as the overwhelming pleasure flowed over her. She closed her eyes as her tongue lolled out of her mouth, hearing the music inside her head as Neon pushed harder into her with his thick shaft. Her ears flicked as her hair fell over her face, while she rocked back into his tight stomach.

“Ride me! Ride me like a pony~!” Vinyl moaned, trying to stay on all fours as Neon leaned up against her back. His hands crept up to caress her breasts, squeezing gently at her nipples. Vinyl gasped as she felt her walls tighten around his hard shaft inside of her. Neon moaned, thrusting faster as his member throbbed deep inside Vinyl.

“I’m… I’m gonna~” Neon let out, gasping as his body shook with his climax. Pulling out at the last moment, his hot, dirty juice spurt out of his tip onto Vinyl’s back and rear, trickling down her hot skin. Vinyl moaned, collapsing as her slit released her own sticky fluids in pleasure, dripping onto the bed.

Neon gasped for air and collapsed down next to Vinyl, trying to catch his breath from all of the hot sex between him and the DJ. Vinyl looked over to him with a smile before closing her eyes underneath her glasses, passing out from the ecstasy of his sexual prowess.

“Vinyl! What the hell did you do?!”

Waking up from her impromptu sleep, Vinyl rolled over to a very upset Octavia looming over the bed, holding her discarded bikini pieces in her hands. Neon jolted up from the yelling, looking up at the intruding roommate as well.

“Oh hey, Miss Melody. What are you doing here?” Neon asked, sitting up in the bed without making any effort to cover his body.

“This is my hotel room!” She shouted, turning her attention to the naked Vinyl next to him. “I thought I told you no guys in here!”

“You…” Vinyl rose her finger to continue the rest of her statement before falling back onto the pillow. Octavia approached closer, growling at the two in the bed. Neon jumped up on the opposite side of the bed.

“Whoa, let’s just take a second here. Is this about not being invited? Because I would totally be okay with sharing between you two if you’re like… a thing, or whatever.” Neon offered, running his hand behind his head as he puffed out his chiseled chest.

“What? No! Don’t you have a set or something to get ready for?” Octavia swatted her hand as Neon looked at the clock and gasped.

“Oh shit! I gotta go! I’m like an hour late!” He quickly grabbed his trunks and threw them on, putting on his goggles on his forehead as he ran out of the room. Octavia watched with her hard glare before returning her attention to the naked Vinyl on top of the bed.

“And you! You are staying right here before you get into any more trouble!” She warned, pointing her finger at her roommate. Vinyl snored, somehow falling back to sleep during all of her roommate's yelling. She curled up next to the now-empty pillow on her bed.

Octavia sighed and sat back on her bed, opening her book. She glanced over at Vinyl before flipping the page and getting back to her reading, making sure that Vinyl didn’t leave the room in her current state.

Vinyl slowed opened her eyes, flicking her tail behind her on the bed. The ringing in her ears seemed to grow louder and more constant, desperately aching for some new music. Looking around, she realized that the sun had already set and the headlining acts were just starting to perform. Glancing over to the bed next to her, she noticed Octavia sound asleep with her book open on her chest.

Taking slow precautions, she grabbed the bikini top and bottoms that Octavia left on the side of her bed and grabbed a longer, thicker jacket to throw on top. Adjusting her glasses in the mirror, she posed with her equine ears flicking on the top of her head before quietly opening the door and running down the hall in her bare feet.

Neon Lights, somewhat recovered from his jam session with Vinyl, was already performing on stage in front of the turntables set up. Like the Countess, he had a few sparsely clothed ladies dancing on the stage with him to keep the crowd pumped. The audience cheered at all of the lights and sounds coming from the stage and most generally danced and jumped to the concert.

Vinyl arrived at the edge of the crowd, her ears picking the signature beats that she longed to listen to earlier that day. Her body instinctively caught up with the song, dancing along to it. Her tail swished behind her, popping out of her open jacket with only her black bikini underneath.

As the music filled her ears, the effects of the drugs caught back up with her. Her vision blurred from the lasers and flashing lights coming from the stage as she jumped and moved all around, catching the attention of the people around her. She lapped and sucked on her fingers popping out of her gloves as she felt a soft coat of fur covering her smooth skin.

Running her hands down her arms in a rhythmic fashion, the fur continued to spread down her skin, covering her shoulders. Pulling off her jacket from the heat of the desert night, she rubbed down her body as she danced rhythmically with an unsuspecting partner in the crowd. Her stomach and back covered with the same soft coat of fur, running up underneath her bikini top. Her ears flicked happily, letting the constant music fill her up as she moaned and neighed, starting to lose herself to the beat shaking the ground underneath her.

Her tail flicked as her toes merged together on the dirt beneath her. The soft coat of fur covered her feet as the edges grew hard and thick like a horse’s hoof. The fur crawled up her legs back up to her stomach as her legs shifted to match her more equine structure. Vinyl’s vision grew darker as her eyes shifted with the fur finally covering her face, shifting her mouth into a more appropriate muzzle, with her glasses resting neatly on top of it.

As she continued to dance the night away, several people of the crowd took pictures of Vinyl’s new look as she posed for their selfies and group shots. She lost herself to the energy of the concert, letting the music take her over for the rest of the show.

“Where is she?!” Octavia groaned as she flipped through her phone, waiting for any sign that Vinyl was coming to her own show at the end of the festival. The backstage area was buzzing as the crowd filed into the event square for one of the last performances of the weekend. Octavia sighed and crossed her arms, getting the attention of one of the assistants.

“Is something the matter, Miss Melody?”

“Yes, my partner hasn’t been seen since last night, despite the tons of pictures and video of her circulating around the Internet with pony ears and a tail and we are set to go on in about 30 minutes!”

“Oh, Miss Scratch you mean? She’s been in the green room this whole time!” She said cheerfully, going about to her role in setting up the stage. Octavia ground her teeth as she marched towards the staging area for the talent, only to be stopped by one of the burly security guards.

“I’m sorry, but DJ Pon-3 doesn’t want to be disturbed right now.” His voice was gruff as he blocked the door to the green room.

“And I’m part of the talent that’s going on the stage. Step aside!” Octavia ordered, trying to push the guard out of the way. The boulder of a man didn’t budge from Octavia’s gestures.

“She specifically asked for you to stay out, Miss Melody.” The guard added.

“Yeah, because she knows I’m gonna kill her for all the stuff she’s been doing this weekend!”

The guard lowered his mirrored sunglasses, staring intensely at Octavia. “Is that a threat against DJ Pon-3?”

Octavia scoffed and brushed him aside. “You know what I mean!”

“Can’t say that I do. You seem ready for the show so why don’t you run along, Miss Melody.”

She growled and stormed off from the door to the green room, watching as an assistant carrying a plate of vegetarian sandwiches, decorated with daisies on the edge and a strange looking light brown shake with a wheatgrass stem on the top, went towards the guard. He exchanged a quick nod with them, before opening the door to the green room as a cloud of smoke escaped from the doorway. Neon’s loud music could be heard from the room as the assistant delivered the refreshments.

“Oh, Claude is not going to be happy.” Octavia sighed, hearing her phone ring as she walked over to the entrance of the stage.

Showtime was the final night of the ritual in the desert. The largest crowd of people had shown up for the performance tonight, with most being excited for the duo of famed classical cellist Octavia Melody teaming up with the amazing DJ Pon-3. As the lights came up on the stage, Octavia brought in the interlude to the first song of the show on her electrically-amplified cello. Letting the jewels around her wrists sparkle in the spotlight, the fog machine coated the stage as lights lit up the void of the stage, a solitary figure standing in the shadows.

“What’s up, Palomino!” Vinyl shouted from the stage, gaining a large cheer from the crowd. Octavia looked over for a second, not breaking her rhythm on her classical instrument. She sniffed the air being permeated by the fog spilling into the audience, getting a strange, earthy aroma from the scent.

Vinyl held her hand in the air as her part of the song started playing on the turntables in front of her, the speakers on the side flashing with glowing neon colors. Lasers shined throughout the crowd as Vinyl stepped into the lights next to her. “Give it up for Octavia on the cello!”

The crowd cheered as Octavia smiled while playing her song, letting the colored spotlight wash over her. As the beat quickened, Vinyl ran up to the platform and jumped up, letting the spotlights flash on her as she looked over the crowd of people in front of her. Her pony's tail flicked behind her in her tight black skirt with fishnets covering her body from head to hoof. A short crop top covered her chest with the letters “PON3” on it as she whipped her wild hair behind her. She held the microphone in her gloved hand, counting down from three to one.

The beat dropped as Vinyl jumped back down, getting to work at her turntables and synthesizer. Octavia adjusted to the new rhythm of the main song as the crowd started to dance and jump up and down in front of the stage.

As the show continued, Octavia started to calm down with her cello by her side, seeing that aside from the furry body of her partner, Vinyl seemed to be in control of the situation. Vinyl did what she did best in front of the crowd and the audience loved it. Her ears flicked as her own music mixed with Octavia’s additions filled her ears. Her vision started to blur slightly as the fog rolled out again, letting Vinyl share in her drug-induced experience.

With a quick scratch of the record on the table, the music took a sharp turn into something more vibrant and intense. Vinyl felt a strong sensation on her forehead as a pointed unicorn horn sprung out from her soft coat of fur. Her ears flicked happily in her mane as she neighed into the microphone, making the crowd go wild.

Octavia tried to her best to keep up with the new beat, focusing most of her attention at what Vinyl was doing on the stage. Jumping back on the table with her turntables, Vinyl quickly pulled off her crop top to expose her perky breasts in the fishnet suit, gaining a series of hoots and cheers from the front row.

Winking at her adoring fans, she whinnied and jumped down to the front of the stage. Her hands hit the stage as she got on all fours, flicking her tail underneath her short, black leather skirt. Using her gloved hands, she pulled down her skirt to expose her bare rear and marehood to the audience. Octavia performed a sour note at the sudden explicit display, quickly talking into her personal mic attached to Vinyl’s earpiece.

“What in the world do you think you’re doing?” Octavia whispered angrily, playing a violent and quick series of notes on her cello. Vinyl didn’t respond as she got up and shook her naked body in front of the crowd for everyone to see. The crowd cheered and hooted, feeling the effects of the mind-altering drug that Vinyl had put in the fog machine. All of the crowd got into the energy of the show as Vinyl trotted on her hooves back to her turntable deck, gesturing to the backstage where Neon Lights was watching.

Octavia watched on, still playing furiously to the seemingly never-ending song, seeing Neon with a badge and a long, purple object in his hand at the edge of the stage. With a sharp whistle from Vinyl, Neon threw the object towards the center of the stage as Vinyl used her unicorn magic to grab it out of the air.

Getting on all fours on top of the turntable, Vinyl neighed into one of the microphones, angling the other towards her aching slit. After ripping the fishnet suit by her soft opening, Vinyl steadied the large, purple dildo underneath her. The crowd roared and hooted, with some of the girls even starting to strip for their boyfriends at the show.

Vinyl moaned as she lowered herself on the thick, phallic shaft, gyrating up and down as the record span underneath her. Using her magic to scratch and add effects to the song, she moaned and neighed into the microphone, losing her sense of control in front of the crowd of thousands of people. Her bare white furred flank shined brightly as her signature mark of the bridged eighth-notes appeared on her leg as she bounced up and down on the dildo.

Feeling herself getting close to her limit, the beat sped up as she thrust herself harder and harder on the plastic shaft. Octavia struggled to keep up before finally reaching her breaking point of fury with the smut show in front of her eyes, setting her cello down as she stormed over to her inconsiderate partner.

Vinyl gasped as she felt her inner walls tighten around the dildo, letting herself go on top of the electronic equipment. Her hot, sticky juices sprayed out on the table, soaking the shaft from the tip to base. She moaned loudly into the mic as Octavia gave a long scratch to the record, stopping the beat. Vinyl neighed over the loudspeakers as the crowd cheered, letting the front row exhibitionist get off as well.

“I’m sorry everyone, but we can’t continue the show!” Octavia announced over the microphone as Vinyl pulled herself off of the dildo, letting the dirty noises play over her amplified microphone next to her soaked slit. Using her magic to lift her glasses, Vinyl panted and looked over at a furious Octavia, the cellist then grabbing her gloved hand.

“You need to get off the stage right now!” She scowled, pulling the naked Vinyl off of the table. Dragging her off of the stage, Vinyl whined and whinnied as the crowd booed Octavia’s impromptu end to the concert as the lights dimmed on the stage. Shouts of “encore” and “one more song” were heard as the stage went dark, letting the crowd leave the festival disappointed and unsatisfied.