Taming Strange. Or: How I learned to stop worrying and make love in public

Octavia arrived at the Mad Mares dance hall an hour after Vinyl's show had started. She saw on the wall posters proclaiming."DON'T MISS DJ PON-3'S FAREWELL SHOW TONIGHT ONLY!" Octavia stared hard at the poster. Where is she going? She saw the line to get in wrapped around the block as she trotted up. Unlike last time though she could only hear the music when the door was opened.

She trotted up to the door and also unlike last time she was stopped by a large blue hoof. "Sorry ma'am can't let you in." Royal Blue said without turning his head.

Octavia hadn't galloped all over Canterlot mountain to be stopped now. Inside the greatest musician in Equestria was throwing her life away and needed to be stopped. She looked up into Royal Blue's face, he finally turned to face her.

She said only one thing, oh but what a terrible thing she said. She said it in a murderous calm, and she said it in the language of Prançe just for him. "Roy, foutre le camp de mon chemin." Roy's eyes went wide. He looked at the intense determination painted across Octavia's face. Without another word opened the velvet rope in complete violation of city occupancy codes, and DJ PON-3'S specific instructions not to let her in.

Inside Vinyl's farewell show was going poorly. The ponies were happy enough, but there wasn't the energy as there should've been. This was a farewell show! Ponies should've been losing their minds and banging on the dance floor, but instead the room had the energy of a back up DJ at a second rate club.

Vinyl worked at her station but nothing was lining up right. She couldn't get the right sound mix she was after. It was hot, she was frustrated, she was about three seconds away from murdering somepony when she locked eyes with. "No." She was gonna beat the shit out of Roy. "Not you! NOT RIGHT FUCKING NOW! What the fuck is she doing here!"

Vinyl ground her teeth. That mare had the balls to show her face here after what she'd said, who cares if she was right. It was still a shitty thing to say. The wound was still too fresh, she was still too mad about it. PON-3 decided to make an ass out of herself. The music quieted to silence and all the lights dimmed. A single spot light shined on Octavia. "GIVE IT UP! FOR THE FINEST BITCH IN THIS PLACE!"

The whole crowd turned as one to look at the stunned earth pony. A few uncertain cheers rang out. "Ya wanna know what this bitch called me today?" Octavia frowned, she was really doing this. She was really going to be this petty. She sarcastically reconsidered being reconciled. "This bitch said I'm basic." A chorus of boos rang out, and a mostly empty cup bounced off of Octavia's leg.

"Apparently she doesn't-" Vinyl made air quotes with her hooves. "Approve of my lifestyle." The chorus of boos rang out again and somepony in the crowd said something terribly vulgar. "So babe, if I'm such a skank, why are you here? Shouldn't you be at some high class ball or at some simp pony?"

"VINYL!" The DJ had to step back at the volume Octavia was able to summon without a microphone. "YOU ARE AN UNEDUCATED, VULGAR, CRASS DEGENERATE WHO DOESN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT A SYMPHONY IS!" Several ponies in the crowd whispered to each other asking who this Vinyl pony was.

Octavia marched towards the sound station ignoring the crowd. "HALF OF YOUR VOCABULARY IS PROFANITY, YOUR METHOD OF MAKING LOVE IS BEYOND DISGUSTING, AND YOUR LIFESTYLE." She let the word hang in the air for a moment. "WILL LEAD TO AN EARLY! UNMARKED! UNMOURNED! GRAVE!" Vinyl's expression softened with every word. This mare had a power over her she couldn't resist.

"AND I CANNOT ALLOW THE GREATEST MUSICIAN IN EQUESTRIA TO BE WASTED TO THE PAGES OF HISTORY!" Vinyl was stunned to find tears in Octavia's eyes. "I WANT TO GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO LIVE FOR! I LOVE YOU VINYL SCRATCH!

The crowd went awed loudly and somepony called out something terribly sentimental. Vinyl hung her head and ground her hooves into the carefully calibrated sound equipment. This bitch. This unbelievable cunt. She just couldn't let her be mad. She couldn't let her have her grand romantic gesture. No. If she was gonna crash her party she was gonna pay for it.

Vinyl raised her head slowly, toothy grin splitting her face. All she said was. "Prove it." The crowd went nuts. Octavia charged the sound stage and lept at the DJ. Vinyl grabbed her lover in her magic and the cellist tackled her with the momentum. Vinyl's horn glowed and the music sprang to life. The crowd roared with applause and the party went several types of wild.

Vinyl's hoof went between Octavia's back legs and her back arched. The rest of the world faded away and all that existed was her lover and her hooves. She felt a heat build in her face as Vinyl rubbed her marehood. If this mare was gonna interrupt her but show she was gonna pay for it. Vinyl silenced the music right as Octavia climaxed and her scream of pleasure echoed through the club. Every single unicorn's horn gave off a small static jolt.

The mood was finally restored, the next two hours flew by in a blur of thumping bass and moaning voices. Vinyl went through everything that could be taught without her little box of tools. Hooves, tongues and a horn went everywhere, and the sound stage would need the deepest clean in history. After two entirely too short hours Vinyl's set was over and the crowd cheered loudly.

Vinyl didn't even give a farewell address. The second she knew her set was over she galloped to the V.I.P. room and grabbed her spare tools. She carried them in her magic as she and Octavia sprinted across the road to Octavia's dorm room. They kissed deeply as they stumbled over each other down the hall.

Vinyl slammed Octavia's dorm behind her and was about to cast the noise cancellation spell, but a hoof on her horn stopped her. "No!" Octavia held Vinyl's head. "I WANT THEM TO HEAR!" If they were gonna keep her up with their moaning, she was gonna keep them up with her fuckin moaning.

The spare tools were levitated out of the box and Octavia felt something enter her. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her mind went blank. The last two hours were nothing compared to this. Vinyl slid the other end of the object into herself and the two ground against each other forcing the object deeper into each other. Octavia slammed herself against her lover passionately.

Vinyl was shocked at the earth pony's appetite. She decided she deserved a little treat. A small plastic device levitated of the bed and Vinyl twisted the end. It began to vibrate and she levitated it against her lover's marehood. Octavia shuddered at the sensation and bucked her hips wildly at the stimulation.

With an earth shattering shiver Vinyl disconnected from her lover. All the hurt feelings, waiting, and sexual tension was gone. She was utterly satisfied. All four legs quivered. She panted heavily, utterly satiated. Which is why she was very confused when she felt her back legs lifted and placed beside her ears. Octavia slid the marital aid back in and mounted her lover, using her body weight to grind harder against her lover's marehood.

Vinyl was very experienced with matters of sexual intercourse. She'd had party freaks, big bouncer types, and on one occasion a train of zebras. This was on a completely different level. Octavia had a sexual hunger greater than anypony she'd ever known. Everytime Vinyl stopped and tried to say it was time to stop get lover's marehood would be pressed against her mouth and her own marehood would be assaulted by the amorous earth pony.

For four more hours. Four long uninterrupted hours of licking, and biting, and grinding, and screaming and shuddering. Vinyl had gotten more than she had bargained for. They made love until the first rays of Celestia's sun creeped in through the window. With one final earth sending shudder Octavia finally slumped off of her lover, and passed out.

Vinyl had been unconscious for the last half hour.