Dominant Beats

As 6 o’clock rolled around, Vinyl showered, got dressed, and visited Carousel Boutique Canterlot, where the very kind attendant Sassy Saddles managed to put together a tasteful ensemble for the mare on such short notice. It contrasted her colors beautifully, a simple black dress with a few blue accents, black high-heels, and a tasteful white coat to put on over it, in addition to a few changes to her mane style, rendering her quite presentable by formalwear standards. Thankfully

With her outfit now fully assembled, Vinyl made her way to J.Q. Whicktrot’s, a formal eatery that clearly relied on its upscale clientele. A minimalist sign bearing the restaurant’s name hung over the entryway, where well-dressed ponies stood and waited along the sidewalk for entry into the building. Its long pillars at the front managed to emanate a sense of class and importance, and large cauldrons of flame outside added a bit of mystique to the ambiance. All Vinyl could think of, though, was how much better she could implement such things into her stage performances or a new kind of room at Clocktower.

All her thoughts were soon cut off as the familiar pat on the back turned her attention to Shady Branch. It heartened her, as he often did this during their high school days; it gave her a sense of contentment, that perhaps she made the right decision in going to see him after all. He was her best friend for almost five years, after all. Sure, he might be a different person in some ways, but there had to be something about him that remained, even after all this time, right? She managed to crack a smile with Shady as he led her around the back, where the more discrete entryway was, away from any prying eyes or paparazzi, eager to start the latest rumors of Vinyl’s new beau. Once around the back and through the more utilitarian entrance, the two found their way inside the restaurant, where a grand palatial vibe took center stage, with questionably real vines hanging from fake windows overlooking a painted vineyard. lights reminiscent of those of ancient Pegasopolis hung from the ceiling, but with a dim light that helped the setting feel more intimate, despite being spacious.

The two sat at a table in the back, away from the real windows, where they started off the night with a glass of wine. Not something Vinyl would’ve ordered, but she felt that going with the flow would be the best option here. Admittedly, the red wine didn’t taste all that bad; it had a nice, smooth taste to it. While not sweet like her favorite drinks, it still gave her a little buzz even if she drank it all in a couple gulps.

Everything proceeded surprisingly well, to Vinyl’s perception; talk about the old times, how crazy high school really was now that they thought back on it, how fun it was to just hang out, and the movies and everything that they saw. Nostalgia now firmly on her mind, Vinyl smiled, as Shady Branch brought up one of his favorite memories. He spoke at length about how they had a free period at the end of the school day one week, and the three of them decided to go to a movie theater. The movie turned out to be terrible, and the trio spent the runtime laughing and cracking jokes, given that they were the only ones in the whole screening room at the time. Vinyl couldn’t help but chuckle as she recited a few of the comments she remembered making, although she noticed that Shady Branch left out how Willowbrook knelt down between them halfway through the movie and gave the two of them handjobs. Now that, to her, was quite a memory; that cutie rubbing and taking turns sucking on their dicks and stroking both of them at once as the movie’s bland sex scene played out. Vinyl didn’t mind it much; she figured that it might cause a bit of a stir in this fancy-pants place, not to mention that a lot more happened throughout their teenage years than sex. Plus, she’d forgotten quite a few events that Shady Branch seemed to remember easily! Such as the time when they tried to set up their senior prank near the end of the school year but just got too distracted by sex and forgot about it. Vinyl remembered the sex, but not that they ditched their senior prank for it, funny enough. As the drinks flowed, and appetizers arrived, Vinyl found herself feeling relaxed and less worried about the uptight look of this place.

“Damn, Vinyl,” Shady commented, “you can hold a drink!”

“C’mon, Shady, I’m seven feet tall and I go to the gym all the time, I can hold twice the liquor of an average pony,” she commented as she leaned back and waved over their waiter. “Get me a Colta Libre,” she said, “with your best rum,” she added with a smile, before looking back at him. “You know, I’m glad we got to hang,” she commented, “it’s been too long… I almost forgot how fun it was hanging with you. And it reminds me… you ever hear from Willowbrook?” she asked, “Haven’t heard from her in a long while.”

Shady scrunched his nose a bit before he leaned back, slumping some more as he looked down. “I haven’t heard from her, either,” he admitted, “I tried to find her, and I tracked her down to Manehattan, doing her residency. Saving lives, all that. She… she barely gave me the time of day. I think she was just too busy,” he sighed, “She did have a thing about getting wrapped up in something once she set her mind to it. Remember that project we did on Chancellor Puddinghead back in freshman year?” he asked, looking up at her finally, to which Vinyl nodded, remembering that project being such a chore. Were it not for Willowbrook, they would have failed! “Yeah, she would not stop working on that… she really had a thing for earth pony history, and… well yeah, it saved our hides! I think the same thing happened with medical school; she just got so wrapped up in doing everything she needed to get that doctorate and now that she’s so close. I think she just… moved on,” he said as he put both his hands, clasped together on the table. “I guess that goodbye before college was really goodbye for her,” he suggested.

Vinyl grimaced a little, not really wanting to get into that kinda mindset, and as soon as the drink she ordered arrived, she chugged it. Placing the glass down, she felt the booze hit her almost immediately, but thankfully not too hard. The appetizer arrived almost immediately, a nice salad that the alabaster unicorn dug into, as did her old friend. To her great relief, Shady Branch managed to change the topic by asking Vinyl to talk about her music career, since he only knew what magazines and newspapers said about her. While careful to avoid mentioning anything about CTS, she told her friend how enjoyable it was for her to find stardom, even if the process could be excruciating at times. That, and how hard things were when she decided not to go with a major record label and become independent, how leaning on every single contact she knew meant the difference between continued fame and falling into obscurity. The alcohol flowing through her body at this point helped her not notice that Shady Branch’s eyes seemed to slowly drift ever downward; Vinyl’s tasteful dress revealed some noticeable cleavage, but not to the point of “not classy” for their current situation.

Food arrived, conversation flowed, and so did the drinks. By the end of everything, the two found themselves pretty sloshed; Shady more so than Vinyl, whose greater body mass allowed her to process the alcohol faster. By the time dessert had finished and the bill had been paid, Vinyl made sure that Shady Branch walked out coherent enough through the back entrance, using the taller mare’s body as a sort of crutch to prevent him from looking too drunk. Thankfully, the walk back to Shady Branch’s house helped both of them sober up as the two of them laughed about even the smallest little memories from high school, and silly stories of the time since.

“Celestia above!” Shady Branch shouted as he laughed hysterically, “Like who does that? That’s insane!”

As the two approached Shady’s house, Vinyl laughed along with him, having just told him a funny story from her time under a record label. “Seriously, dude! I wish I had a recording! But oh man seeing him fall on his ass afterwards was the cherry on top!” she laughed, barely able to control her body enough to stand upright. She had to lean against the wall next to Shady Branch’s door with her hand, as she doubled over in laughter. While the walk helped sober them up enough to be more coherent, Shady still needed a little help not fumbling the keys out of his hands, as he unlocked the door and let the two of them in. Once inside, the two’s laughter died down a little, as the bigger mare easily helped the stallion upstairs and to his room. “All right, man, I think I’ll crash on the couch or something,” Vinyl suggested, “You gonna be ok, Shady?”

The stallion smiled and nodded before he finally flopped down onto the bed, chuckling. “Hey, Vinyl,” he said as he looked up at her, through somewhat groggy eyes, “I wanna tell you something…” he spoke as he leaned up a little. “You know, I’m glad we got to hang out… really feels like old times,” he admitted, “but hey, you know… I think there’s one thing missing,” he added, as he reached up and playfully pulled Vinyl down onto the bed with him.

Surprised, but not unwelcoming of the gesture, Vinyl fell atop him on the bed, as their lips met. This truly was like old times, in Vinyl’s mind, at least; a fun night, followed by some fooling around. Their lips pressing together along with their bodies doing the same excited the both of them, as if the alcohol suddenly lost some of its potency. All at once, Vinyl felt confident, and excited that this friendship had the potential for renewal. She felt that maybe she could reignite the experimental stallion she once knew. Shady Branch hardly paid attention to the significant tent Vinyl now pitched in her dress, pressing against his leg. To her delight, neither did he mind when she grabbed his crotch! Hard and throbbing, though not holding a candle to her size. His hands almost immediately latched onto her breasts, squeezing them hard and making the DJ let out a light gasp of pleasure.

As Vinyl let her old friend squeeze her chest in ways she hadn’t felt from anyone but herself in quite some time, she finally adjusted her stance, to finally grind her tented dress against his crotch. In a moment, she hoped that this might lead to something more. Things stopped, and for a brief second, Vinyl held onto the hope that this could turn from something fun, into something… more meaningful. A fantasy flashed through her head; that Shady accepted her advances, that he would allow her to introduce him, slowly but surely, into the big, wide world of fantasies and desires most ponies could only dream of, or kept hidden for fear of being ostracized. That one day he might thank her for opening his eyes.

Reality returned swiftly, as Shady recoiled from the instantly recognizable pressure against his crotch, moving himself away from the bulge that just touched his. Suddenly frozen, the stallion’s eyes averted from Vinyl, looking instead down and to the right. “I... uh,” he stammered, unable to make a coherent sentence, or thought.

“What?” Vinyl asked, incredulously, as she tilted her head and held herself up “you forgot that I’ve got a dick and balls? Dude you sucked it the last time we saw each other!” she replied, eliciting an exasperated, nervous chuckle as she spoke.

“Look that was just one time,” he said dismissively, almost angrily. “You know what, just… just forget it,” he huffed as he lay back on the bed, putting a hand over his face.

“Wait, wait, come on, Shady… I… really liked where this was going,” the DJ admitted, “Just… shit, like, how about you don’t have to bother with it? I’ll keep it out of the way. You can do whatever you want,” she suggested, while internally her mind instantly shot a pang of regret for saying those words. “I just… missed the shit we did in my room all that time, ya know?”

“Well,” Shady admitted as he sat up, leaning his back against the wall, “yeah… I missed some of the stuff we did, too,” he admitted, “just… well… look, how about we just brush this aside… and you can suck me off?” he suggested, rather casually.

Again, the pang of regret hit Vinyl right in the heart. Her hopes for this reunion with a childhood friend to turn kinky fell in tatters before her eyes. She wanted with every fiber of her being to just leave, to get out of there, to just ditch him, run home, and cry over this bad ending to what should have been a friendly dinner. Her body shook slightly, just below perception by Shady, but it might as well have been an earthquake from Vinyl’s perspective. Right as she felt herself about to make an excuse and leave, Nightfire’s words came to mind. “Give him a chance! What’s so bad about vanilla?” Experimentation, after all, was an essential part of her relationship with Shady and Willowbrook. Even if it was something they initially didn’t think they’d like. For a moment, though, she forgot that she had tried vanilla before, back in their early days of experimenting. She just fell in love with kink later on in life to the degree that she never saw herself going back to that. Even going so far as making a personal vow to never go back to that; a vow she decided right then and there, to break, for some smidgeon of a chance at rekindling what the two of them once had..

Thankfully, the darkness and her long hair, which she decided to let loose and dangle over her face, concealed a speck of liquid on her eyes, before she nodded. Spreading Shady’s legs, she quickly undid his pants and pulled them down, revealing his package. It was painfully average in all aspects. She’d locked stallions in chastity cages with bigger cocks than this, and most of them were prettier. Despite all that, she engulfed the shaft into her mouth, easily fitting all of him while only tickling the back of her throat. Shady let out a gasp and a pleasured moan as it happened, leaning back in the bed and tilting his head back. “Oh fuck, Vinyl… nnngh… oh you got a great mouth… nnngh…” he moaned as he reached over and grabbed her horn, using it like a handle to keep her mouth against his crotch. In fairness, Vinyl had sucked him off before, back in their high school days, but the blowjob he gave her at the end of it seemed to imply to her that he was expanding his horizons. It seemed to only make things more upsetting for her.

This continued on for a good half hour or so, despite Vinyl’s subtle eye-rolling concealed by her hair at how painfully bored she felt bobbing her head on his shaft as much as she could manage with his grip on her horn. Sure, she agreed to do all this, she did hope to get him to cum, and on some small level felt pleased that he felt pleased by all this, but did this have to be so boring? Did this guy even watch any porn aside from the cheesy pay-per-view crap on TV? And why was he so rigid about not even contemplating playing with her cock, something he’d already done before? Finally, though, she could feel his cock flaring up in her mouth. It made her gag a little, but she felt surprisingly satisfied… that at least she could still make a stallion cum like this despite being very out-of-practice. Most stallions at Clocktower didn’t come to a dominatrix like her to get a blowjob, after all. After the thirty-five minute mark, Shady finally held down on her head by the horn as he erupted into her, cumming right into her mouth. Vinyl used a spell to ensure none of it went down her throat, and rather just levitated in as small a space as it could fit, so that when he finally pulled out, Vinyl could spit without making a huge show of it, levitating the glob of Shady’s seed into the bathroom where she dropped it in the sink quick enough for his dazed mind to not notice.

Still, at least he seemed finished. His eyes were a little glazed over and he slumped back on the headboard of his bed as he panted heavily. Vinyl rubbed her eyes in frustration, before she heard him speak again.

“Fuck, if only Willowbrook was here…”

“Willowbrook?” Vinyl spoke up immediately, “Really, after all that you’re thinking about her!?”

“Wait, what are you talking about?” Shady asked incredulously, seemingly snapped out of his post-blowjob haze.

“How about ‘Thanks Vinyl, that was something special!’ or ‘Wow Vinyl, that was really great, thanks!’ or something?”

“Sorry,” Shady confessed, “I… uh, Willowbrook just came to mind,” he blurted out, before widening his eyes, realizing what he just said. A clear case of talking before thinking.

“Really?” Vinyl asked as she stood up, looking at him with increasingly squinting eyes. It suddenly hit her… memories flooding back to her mind. Memories of how Shady played almost exclusively with Willowbrook, with the occasional exception of him fondling Vinyl’s tits and her sucking him off and taking him in the ass every now and then. She remembered that him giving her a blowjob was such a big deal to her because it was the first time he was willing to play with her cock; that he’d never really been intimate with her in ways he often was intimate with Willowbrook! Now that she thought about it, most of her own sexual experimentation in high school was with Willowbrook, and only some with Shady, to the point that sometimes they had to rock-paper-scissors for who would get to fuck her some nights.

This could only lead her to one conclusion.

“Oh… oh I see,” Vinyl said, eyes widening, and turning a little red, as magic crackled from her horn. “It was Willowbrook you wanted, wasn’t it?”

“Wait, what?” Shady responded, his eyes widening.

“Back in high school, you didn’t want me, you wanted Willowbrook. You almost never wanted to touch me unless I acted like her!” she proclaimed, “Was that all I was? Just a key to getting to fuck Willowbrook’s pussy?”

“Vinyl,” Shady said, holding out his hands, “Vinyl you… you’ve got a cock, too, you know how it is to think with your dick instead of your brain! I was just… I thought you understood that!”

“What, did you think I just hung out with her because she was an easy lay?” Vinyl retorted, “We actually worked our way up to having sex from being friends, you know; I didn't start hanging out with her before you came along because I wanted to fuck her, I actually gave a shit about her! I cared what she wanted to do with her life and what she told me those times we had a heart-to-heart! Fuck me, I even cared about what you told me in those times, I was right there with you when you were upset that the Canterlot hoofball team lost the championships, even though I'm not that into hoofball! I cared about helping you study for that college admission test!” she shouted, now breathing a little shuddered. "I gave a shit about you, Shady.”

Shady stood up and walked over to her. “Vinyl, wait-”

With a swift motion, the embittered DJ whirled around and landed an underhanded punch to his gut. The stallion doubled over, wincing and gasping before a hard push on the shoulder toppled him back down onto his bed.

“Hope you enjoyed the BJ, ‘cause I don’t ever wanna see you again, asshole,” she spat, “and I’m not afraid to get the Canterlot Guard involved, either if I do.”

She turned for the door, but stopped just outside of it, grabbing the door to his bedroom. She turned her head, allowing him to see the silhouette of her profile from the light in the hallway.

“And I’m telling Willowbrook. So I wouldn’t expect a warm reception from her, either,” she concluded, before pausing a moment. “Have a nice life.”

Shoes in hand, she briskly descended the stairs and rushed out the front door without another word or another look back, slamming it shut behind her. The slam echoed slightly through the streets, now dark and lit by moonlight and lamplight. They lay empty, leaving Vinyl enough privacy to make a beeline for her hotel. Casting her high heels aside in anger, she ran barefoot the rest of the way as the DJ’s face turned from white to a noticeable red; tears flowed from her face and her mouth contorted while her upper lip slightly quivered. Emotions flooded her brain as she rushed through the hotel’s doors and dashed straight into a thankfully empty elevator. After pressing the button for her floor, the glass-walled elevator closed its doors and ascended, giving Vinyl a good five minutes of nothing to do but wait. For the duration of the ride, the DJ with legions of devoted fans, the idol of many aspiring musicians, and the object of worship for many submissives curled up in the corner sitting with her face resting on her knees as her arms wrapped around her bent legs, sobbing.