Tonight, amid the cloying musk and neon lights of her latest underground performance, Vinyl Scratch stumbles through backstage corridors, drunk on the moment and thinking life all so very, very easy. Fame is such a simple thing - all she has to do is give birth to her beats, her children, and show them off to the world.

For over a year now, somepony has been watching her. Somepony who agrees that giving birth is a simple thing indeed, and has identified in Vinyl the ideal, doting parent. It's just a matter of waking her up to her true potential.

It's going to be a hot night.

(Note: This story is a paid commission, and may or may not represent the views or interests of the author. Story contains ravishment, dubious consent, oviposition, mind control, drug use, and impregnation, among other things. If this sort of interaction is not your cup of tea, consider moving on.)

Commissioned By: Stellar Nil
Art By: Tilly Towell
(Image appears by permission from artist.)