A Different Kind of Performance
A Different Kind of Performance
A powerful yet polite round of applause grew through the auditorium as Octavia Melody took her final bow, her cello still in her grasp. She looked up across the incredibly formal crowd of ponies in sauve dresses and dinner jackets, smiling as they continued to applaude.
“Thank you all so much for attending, I have been your Octavia Melody. Goodnight!”
And with that she gave a charismatic wave to the elite crowd, the stage curtain slowly drawing shut before her. With the crowd now obscured from view, Octi slouched down, taking in a deep breath. Playing a concert was always tough on her, thanks primarily to the sheer amount of effort and energy it took. She disappeared off-stage, resting her cello down in its sturdy box before heading for the dressing room. She moved slowly, trying to find a space inside her own head to retreat into, to relax and unwind after the stress of the show. All the while, staff ran around her, hurriedly tending to the stage lights and electrical equipment that littered the backstage areas. Trying her best to ignore it all, she turned down another corridor, approaching the door with a ornate star emblazoned onto it. Stepping into the dressing room, there was Vinyl, comfortably reclined across one of the couches. As soon as Octavia entered the room she was up on her hooves, happily trotting towards the earth pony, hooves wide for a hug.
“Hey hey hey, here’s my concerto champion! How’d it go?”
Octavia sighed as she reciprocated Vinyl’s offer, opening her own hooves for a long, warm hug.
“It was good, thank you. I played rather well, if I do say so myself, and the crowd was entertained. I’m just absolutely exhausted, though. They were some of Canterlot’s elite, so I felt I had to try as hard as I possibly could in order to entertain them. I need to unwind…”
Slowly breaking away from the hug, she looked deep into Vinyl’s eyes, a sultry smile creeping across her makeup-adorned face.
“What do you say, Ms. Scratch? Fancy helping a rather tense friend unwind?”
Vinyl smiled back, watching as Octavia began to slowly remove the formal gown she’d worn for the show.
“I like what you’re suggesting, Octi, and I gotta say I had something like that planned for you already! But… it’s gonna be kept a surprise, and it won’t be happening here. So put that cute little dress of yours back on, we’re going on a walk into town.”
“But Vinyl, would you not prefer to just spend the evening together, just the two of us? I don’t think I’ve quite got the energy to be going out on the town…”
“Oh, trust me on this one, I think you’ll approve. Whilst I can’t give too many of the juicy details away, just know that we’re going to a rather special club, one that will certainly be able to cater to some of those kinky, carnal desires you’re always so eager to try out with me at home…”
Before Octavia had time to ask any further questions, Vinyl had stooped down to pick up a duffel bag from the floor, slinging it across her shoulders.
“Don’t worry, I’ve brought some of your favourite toys from home.”
With that she planted a warm kiss on Octavia’s cheek, before ushering her out of the room.
* * * * *
Octavia couldn’t deny this all felt a little strange. She was being guided across Canterlot by Vinyl, always two eager, bouncy paces in front of her. They were not in a district of Canterlot Octavia was overly familiar with, either, this place seemed a little more grungy than the rest of the incredibly formal city. Whilst she still felt completely safe - crime was never able to flourish in a place like Canterlot - she still felt somewhat nervous. Especially when Vinyl abruptly stopped, before turning on her heels and vanishing down a narrow alleyway.
“A-are you sure you’re going the right way, Vinyl? This place seems rather strange…”
The confident tone of Vinyl’s reply unfortunately did little to help.
“Don’t worry yourself Octi! The place is right down this alley! Come on!”
Taking a deep breath, Octi reluctantly followed. She completely trusted Vinyl not to take her somewhere stupid, but that didn’t relieve Octavia of her nerves. When she moved past the door that Vinyl was holding open for her, it certainly took a while to take all of the sights in.
The space was a tight, poorly lit room, packed full of ponies grinding up against one another as pounding techno reverberated through the space. Many were clearly intoxicated to some degree, writhing around in skimpy clothing that certainly left nothing up to the imagination. Octavia was starting to feel overdressed, her long, flowing gown dragging across the floor as Vinyl continued guiding her forwards. The air in the place stunk of sex and sweat, with many of the odors potent enough to imply there was probably some sex going on right at that moment, though if there was, Octavia couldn’t spot it in the noisy, dense crowd. What she could see, however, were the eyes burrowing into her, as many of the stallions and mares undressed her with their eyes. Octavia heard a few lustful whistles, as well as snippets of some rather explicit requests and desires, though the music was a little too loud to know exactly what they said.
Her attention was redirected to Vinyl as they approached another door. Vinyl held it open, and Octavia quickly moved inside. As Vinyl drew the door shut, the pounding techno was muffled into a dull bass, the door blocking out most of the sound.
“W-What’s going on here Vinyl? There are so many ponies out there, all undressing me with their eyes, I-”
Vinyl slid forwards, lightly resting the tip of her hoof over Octavia’s glossed, cherry red lips.
“Don’t worry yourself, Octi. I rented us this room so we could play some special games together. After all, that apartment really isn’t the biggest space in the world. Besides, I know how much you love all of the kinky stuff I do to you back at home, so I thought perhaps you’d like it if we turned it up to eleven, especially after such a big concert… what do you say?”
Octavia thought for a moment, before slowly moving Vinyl’s hoof from her lips.
“OK then, Ms. Scratch. I’m all yours.”
Vinyl stopped, her face suddenly coming across as very serious.
“I want to hear you say that you will be OK with me doing whatever I want, is that alright? And if at any point you want it all to stop, bang your front left hoof on the floor three times.”
She looked at Octavia, waiting for a response.
“I promise that I am OK with you doing whatever you want to me, and if I want it all to stop I will bang my front left hoof on the floor three times.”
With Octavia’s explicit consent, Vinyl smiled, before leaning in for a strong, deep kiss. It caught Octavia off-guard slightly as Vinyl’s tongue probed into her mouth, running along her own tongue. Tingles danced up her neck as Vinyl slowly ran her hooves up Octavia’s back, coming to rest around her neck, holding her there.
Through her closed eyelids, Octavia could sense a dull blue glow, clearly Vinyl’s horn coming to life. Her eyes began to open as Vinyl withdrew from the kiss, staring lustfully at one another, Octavia’s mouth lulling open.
Perfect.
In one fluid motion, Vinyl maneuvered the gag she had held in her magic grasp into Octavia’s mouth, locking in shut behind her head. The gag was a large steel ring - about the diameter of a coffee cup - stretching Octavia’s jaw as wide as it could comfortably go. In the moment of distraction as the lock had clamped shut, Vinyl had slid more gear into place - this time, two shackles, locked round her front legs, attached to a large metal ring on the floor in front of her. Whilst she could still move her hooves a little, the chains were short enough that there was no chance of her moving from that spot. Vinyl then rested a hoof on Octavia’s shoulder, slowly pushing her downwards until her rear was protruding up into the air. Finally, the unicorn slunk around behind Octavia, before slowly lifting the back of her gown. But instead of focusing her attention on Octavia’s exposed (and rapidly moistening) genitalia, she instead shifted Octavia’s rear hooves apart, before locking them too in place, this time with a sturdy spreader bar she’d taken from the duffel bag. Now Octavia was completely immobile. With that, Vinyl stood up again.
Octavia was waiting for the sensation of Vinyl’s tongue or hooves running across her nethers, but it never came. Instead she heard the sound of hoofsteps as Vinyl walked away, followed by the sound of screaming techno as she reopened the door.
“WHO WANTS TO FUCK A CELEBRITY!?”
Vinyl’s voice was more than loud enough. Octavia heard the clamor of voices as many of the ponies on the dancefloor began to shuffle their way towards the dingy side-room. In they all came, slowly surrounding Octavia until the room seemed as lively as the dancefloor itself. Octavia’s eyes were as wide as they could go, shocked as a never-ending gaggle of hooves moved into her vision. How many stallions and mares were staring down at her? How many horny ponies had Vinyl invited in to use Octavia as their toy?
“Everyone, this is Octavia Melody. Octavia Melody, this is everyone. She would say hello, but she’s a little preoccupied. She’s had a super stressful day, and what she really needs is some party animals like you lot to help her relax a little. She’s all yours. But, to all you stallions going near that lovely rear end of hers, condoms please. I’m afraid you can’t all go cumming in there, making her a mother. But don’t worry, I’m sure she’ll find plenty of ways to show her appreciation to you all for your kind gifts,” she smiled, opening the first of several large boxes of condoms from her duffel bag, spreading them across a nearby table, along with several bottles of lubricant and a wipe-away pen. “So, who’s first?”
In response, a large, muscular stallion strode forwards. He was an earth pony, stocky, with dark gray fur and bright green eyes. He approached the table, picking up an XL condom, pulling it over his rapidly stiffening member. A clamor of excitement rose from the crowd, eager to see the stallion get to work. Muttering slightly to himself, he made his way round behind the immobile mare, smirking a little when he saw the spreader bar keeping those genitals on display. Gripping the fabric of the dress between his front hooves, the stallion reared back, tearing it off of Octavia in one smooth motion, exposing her body for all to see.
Not one to wait around, the stocky stallion then moved forwards, rearing up onto Octavia’s back. The crowd watched on as her back legs began to shake, as if the weight of the stallion was already too much. But she held firm as the stallion comfied himself, his turgid cock occasionally rubbing against her underbelly. Now in position, he pulled back, allowing the tip of his cock to rise, before it came into contact with Octavia’s quivering vagina. He stalled for a few seconds, rubbing the thick tip against her labia, smiling to himself as he pushed forwards, the slick hole quickly swallowing up the head of the covered cock. With that, he slammed his hips forwards at full pace, the crowd cheering as Octavia let out a loud, guttural moan to coincide with the heavy, fleshy ‘slap’ of his balls smacking into her underbelly. Back he went, before slamming forwards again.
The stallion quickly settled into a rhythm, grunting to himself as he buried the entirety of his cock in the musician’s hungry pussy again and again, only slowing down when one of his thrusts had turned out to be too powerful, nearly knocking Octavia off her hooves. Without stopping, he looked up to Vinyl Scratch, who had sat herself down atop the condom table. She was chatting to the eager, horny crowd, but still keeping a keen eye on her friend.
“Hey, Ms. Vinyl, can I go harder?”
The crowd’s ears pricked up when they heard that. They’d all thought he was going full tilt already, but he had more?
“...she’s all yours, my friend.”
And with that permission, the stallion shifted his stance. Instead of being stood over the stooped mare as he had been before, he lowered himself so his stance matched Octavia’s, pinning the entirety of his weight down on her. Now entirely dominant, the stallion picked up to a violent pace, each powerful thrust sending droplets of saliva flying from Octavia’s open mouth, splattering on the floor and the hooves of the nearest mare. Octavia’s short, loud moans had evolved into a near constant groan, her eyes rolling backwards and her face quickly reddening. With each rough thrust, a slight bulge protruded from Octavia’s abdomen, the hefty cock making space for itself by stretching out the mare’s body.
Octavia’s face glazed over as the stallion let out a primal grunt, slamming his hips forwards as hard as physically possible into Octavia’s rear. He’d started to cum, much to the pleasure of the crowd and Octavia alike. As the mighty orgasm started, he pulled back and continued to thrust in short, quick motions, milking as much of the cum from his cock as he possibly could. Finally finished, he gritted his teeth as he stepped backwards, pulling his cock free from the ecstatic mare’s pussy. It lolled down, rapidly softening as the last of the cum drained out into the nearly overflowing condom. Evidently very heavy, Vinyl couldn’t help but smile at the productiveness of the stallion, and the ease with which Octavia had taken him.
“That was an epic display, my friend! But we can’t just let all that cum go to waste now, can we?”
Slowly her horn lit up again, the magic grasp wrapping around the condom. Slowly it pulled, freeing the large balloon of cum from the stallion’s cock. Levitating it over the sweating gray mare, Vinyl hopped down from the desk she rested on. She strode over towards Octavia, coming to a stop just over her head. Rearing up on her hind legs, she looked down at her friend.
“Up here Octi, Vinyl’s got a present for you…”
The crowd again exploded into whoops, cheers and whistles as Vinyl upturned the condom, pouring the entirety of its contents over her own belly, letting it slowly drip down her. Down it went, over her midriff, down to her genitals, where it rapidly pooled together, gravity taking over as the cum poured down into Octavia’s waiting mouth.
“Good slut!”
“Guzzle that cum, you sexy mare!”
“You two look so pretty smeared in a stallion’s seed!”
Vinyl grinned at the crowds comments. The things they were saying were really turning her on.
“OK, who’s up next? Make the most of these holes whilst they’re open, colts and fillies! And in the meanwhile, how about two of the lovely mares in the crowd come give Vinyl a little company? I’m ever so messy...”
And with that she rested herself down on the table again, watching as two beefy stallions approached Octavia - one grabbing a bottle of lube from the table - and two lustful mares approached Vinyl. They were both wearing thick collars, with ball gags hanging around their necks. The fur around one of the mare’s mouths was stained thick with cum. Looks like she’d been having some fun in the crowd whilst everyone else was watching Octi. It was at that moment Vinyl noticed the pen floating up from the table in one pony’s magical grasp, hovering across the room towards Octavia. Vinyl giggled to herself as the mare wielding the pen began to write some incredibly perverse messages across the mare’s rump and back.
Vinyl’s attention was pulled away from the hard-working writer when Octavia began to let out another moan. One of the stallions was pressing his flared tip against her puckered asshole. Whilst buttplugs were a fairly common part of the two mares’ ‘sessions’ back at home, unfortunately there had been no buttplug usage that day. She would have to take his cock without any prior stretching.
“Damn,” Vinyl thought to herself. “I knew I should have made her put in her buttplug before the concert started. Oh well.”
Even with the sheer amount of lubricant the stallion was smearing across both his cock and Octavia’s asshole, the stallion was still having difficulty. Octavia was a tight mare, and that asshole of hers would surely milk that stallion’s cock like a vice - if he ever managed to get it in, that was.
Evidently, he managed it pretty soon after that, as Octavia’s grunts of mild discomfort exploded into a lustful scream. No sooner had the screams started, however, they were abruptly stopped by the second stallion shoving his cock down into Octavia’s mouth. The bulge forming in her throat was captivating. Every time the stallion thrusted one could hear him grunt in slight discomfort, as he had to fight to force his thick medial ring through and back out of the ring gag. Perhaps any other stallion would have accepted only getting half their cock into Octi’s throat. But not this stallion. And Vinyl was happy with that.
She would have kept watching, but the two mares that she’d called over were getting rather personal. The cum-stained one had made a beeline for the rapidly drying semen stained across Vinyl’s own body, whilst the second had climbed up onto the table. She moved quickly, mouth open, before clamping those thick, made-up lips over Vinyl’s sensitive horn. Because her attention had been on the mare between her legs and the tongue running across the inside of her hot pussy, she hadn’t seen the other mare coming. As soon as the mare’s warm, moist mouth made contact, Vinyl went into a hot flush, shuddering massively as the skilled mare started to worship her horn. Instinctively, Vinyl could not help but jerk her legs closed, clamping them down round the head of the other mare, forcing her muzzle deeper into Vinyl’s vagina. Now it was Vinyl’s turn to start moaning, her senses being assaulted by the two mares expertly working away at her two most sensitive areas.
All the while her ears had been filled with the sounds of smacking and slapping, the two stallions going balls deep into Octavia. The one that filled her asshole was a well oiled machine, thrusting with precision, falling into a familiar rhythm, same as the stallion before him. The stallion that filled Octavia’s mouth, however, was a little less composed. His thrusts were fast and urgent, his balls smacking across Octavia’s chin was reckless abandon. A thick trail of sweat and cum had now linked the two together almost permanently, only growing thicker as more cum dripped from the corners of Octavia’s mouth, building on her chin, painting the ballsack of the stallion.
The heavy makeup of the mare had been all but destroyed by the facefucking, with mascara coating Octavia’s cheeks in black streaks as her eyes watered. The eyeshadow and foundation were also in disarray - the stallion’s sweaty crotch battering her face, washing much of it away. The lipgloss had been all but annihilated too, much of it rubbing off on the cock that was constantly pushing past them. Octavia was beginning to look like a mare that had been fucked hard, and that was a look Vinyl liked to see.
The two mares wrapped around her horn and nethers were still going strong when the stallion in Octavia’s throat began to spasm and buck wildly. His orgasm was short but powerful, judging by how quickly Octavia’s eyes had widened. The cum poured straight in, though quite a bit seemed to pour straight back out again, the excess dripping from her nostrils and open mouth. The stallion stumbled backwards, giving an appreciative nod to Vinyl, before vanishing back into the crowd. Before the next randy stallion could approach, however, Vinyl had ushered the two mares aside. She wobbled slightly as she dropped to her hooves, the two mares having really worked her body hard.The second stallion watched as Vinyl approached, continuing his steady rhythm pounding Octavia’s rear.
“OK then everyone, the night’s in full swing, but I can’t just sit on the sidelines any more. So, why don’t one of you stallions step up and fill my asshole too? You’ve all treated Octi so well, why not show your host some love! In the meanwhile,” she leaned in towards Octavia, dropping her voice to nearly a whisper, “I need to show you a little love myself…”
Vinyl opened her mouth, but suddenly felt a hoof on her shoulder. A stallion had approached her. He was only little, but he had plenty to show off. He stepped forwards, lying down on his back, inviting Vinyl to climb on top of him. Smiling in approval, Vinyl clambered on top of the stallion, positioning herself in such a way that she could still lean down and reach Octavia, the congealing pools of cum and saliva on her tongue becoming almost hypnotically inviting. The stallion had already lubed up his cock profusely, sighing to himself as the wide head popped into Vinyl’s rear end. Resting his hooves on her flanks, the stallion began to bounce the DJ up and down on top of his cock, watching eagerly as Vinyl leaned over, locking lips with Octavia.
The two mares were quickly lost in ecstacy, Vinyl’s eyes drifting shut as her tongue explored Octi’s mouth again, taking great pleasure in scooping up the large lumps of cum, drawing them back into her own mouth, before snowballing them into Octavia’s again. The two mares never broke away from each others lips, despite the two stallions picking up pace on their rear ends.
Vinyl’s eyes darted open. She could feel something at her rear. Breaking away from Octi, she was shocked to see a second stallion, far larger than the one beneath her, prodding his own rod against her backdoor. The stallion beneath her had stopped bouncing her, holding her steady as the bigger stallion strained and strained. Vinyl gritted her teeth, sweat beading rapidly across her brow as the titanic effort continued. Finally, she let out a cry of relief as the second cock slipped into her rear with an audible ‘pop’, much to the elation of the crowd.
With the second stallion now deep inside her, Vinyl’s body was on fire. Every inch of her innards were hot with desire as the two cocks rubbed against one another inside her, stretching her asshole to an incredible degree. Sweat was now pouring down her forehead as her body slowly accustomed to the two stallions, though a stretching like this wasn’t something a mare could get used to quickly.
In unison the two stallions lodged inside her began to thrust, slowly and carefully. They took great joy in listening to Vinyl moan and feeling her writhe above them, the sheer effort of taking their cocks massive. But whilst the stallion Vinyl rested atop stayed slow, the other did not. Now Vinyl was the one letting out a constant moan as the stallion picked up the pace, his beefy cock enough to fill her asshole to capacity, let alone the second cock lodged within her as well.
But a pace like that couldn’t be kept up forever.
That stallion was the first to cum. He quickly wrapped his hooves around the mare, one round her torso and one lightly around her neck, pulling her as close to him as possible without dislodging himself. His orgasm was by no means the hardest Vinyl had taken in her life, but a second twitching cock embedded inside her certainly made it more intense. With the influence of the first stallion, the little one went almost immediately after. Vinyl felt a glorious few seconds when the two were cumming together, pouring thick ropes of cum into her rectum. Her eyes rolled back and her eyelids began to involuntarily flutter as the two filled her with their cum. She was so lost in the euphoria she barely noticed that Octavia’s partner had also finally started to cum, filling the exhausted mare’s asshole with so much cum that the excess had begun to pour from the gaping hole, painting the floor beneath her white. Vinyl flopped to the floor as the two stallions slowly withdrew from her, watching as Octavia regained her breath. Rolling onto her back, Vinyl looked up at the crowd of horny onlookers.
“...W-who else is waiting their turn?”
A good 30 hooves shot upwards. This was going to be a long night.
* * * * *
The light of dawn was starting to seep into the room. The last stallion had finished a few minutes ago, leaving the exhausted mares to rest on the floor, surrounded by a gaggle of cum stains and used condoms (some burst, some still filled with cum). Octavia was on the verge of falling asleep from the exhaustion, and Vinyl wasn’t far behind. The two lay on the floor besides one another, Octavia’s shackles clanking occasionally as she moved.
“I hope, you enjoyed that, as much as I did,” Vinyl gasped through shallow breaths, happy to see Octavia nod in response. “T-that’s great, but, you know what I, realised? In all that, I didn’t get to play with you myself that much… how about we do this again, same time tomorrow?”
Vinyl smiled over at her worn-out friend, before resting her head on the floor again, watching the warm sun rise as the two drifted off to sleep.
“Oh, and don’t worry Octi. I’ll pay for a new dress…”
