Élégie, Op. 24

Chapters

Prelude
Allemande
Courante
Sarabande
Menuet
Gigue
Encore

Prelude

Dusk set in on the small town of Ponyville. As the shadows grew long, lights flickered on in all the houses of the small hamlet, illuminating the happy ponies inside. One white house stood alone and dark near the outskirts. All was silent in the small, double story dwelling. The shutters were closed. In a small room near the back, a lone earth pony sat in a dimly illuminated room. Three candles illuminated the walls, as she perched herself on a small wooden stool.

She clutched her precious cello softly. She felt the grain of the wood on her hoof as she ran it along its graceful neck. She picked up her worn bow, and smelled the faint pine aroma as she inspected it for errant dust. The rosined bow was smooth and pristine. She held it against the first string. Her heartbeat increased, and she was acutely aware of every small, minute sound in her room. Her eyes closed. She breathed in deeply, and began to play.

It was a somber piece in C minor. She needed no sheet music; the entire piece came second nature to her. The delicate notes came softly at first, and worked slowly into a deep, rich crescendo that reverberated in the room. Her head hung slightly downwards as she played her hoof skillfully across her instrument’s neck, caressing it as she coaxed the mournful melody from it. She played for nearly an hour, her efforts tiring her. In the end she drew the last note, holding her poise until the sound finally left her.

She afforded herself the smallest of grins. Her cello went onto its stand, the bow propped carefully against it in its own special bracket. The earth pony arose from her stool and checked the white figure propped against the far wall. She was breathing shallowly. The mare’s pupils couldn’t seem to focus on anything.

Octavia knew one sense was still intact. She smiled as she reached her hoof out and stroked the white unicorn’s arm. She immediately pushed back against the grey pony, feeling the sensation of touch throughout her. Octavia sighed to herself as she played her hoof over the snow white fur as if she were playing her instrument. She went lower, pushing apart the pony’s thighs. The prone mare responded, breathing faster, and pushing herself towards the hoof.

The grey mare reached with her tongue and found the gaping muzzle of her companion. The white pony sensed her breath, her seeking mouth, and opened her own. She was sloppy in her kiss, Octavia noted, but did not mind. The mare was coming down from the last dose Octavia provided, still hallucinating, her energy run dry. The white pony moved her head finally, focusing on her. Her vision wavered. She knew there was somepony there, but it was difficult to focus.

Octavia finally spoke. “My dear Vinyl, simply look at your state of affairs. You can barely keep yourself seated for my piece. Let’s go my love, you need your rest.”

She took her damp hoof from between the pony’s thighs, and put it lovingly around her. Helping her to her feet, the white mare stumbled, and could not seem to find footing with her hooves. She felt so utterly drained. The entire world seemed to weigh on her as she felt the confident pony beside her help her through the house. Slowly they went up the stairs.

“Are you feeling down, my dear? I do hope my music did not have such a great effect upon you.” Her eyes narrowed slightly. “Perhaps you need another little bit of help from your friend Octavia. We can make everything feel so much better in no time at all. Would you like that?”

They reached the top of the stairs. Vinyl Scratch did not need to think long on the matter. She did in fact need it. Every minute coming down was pure agony. She couldn’t function, let alone attend her gigs. She whispered in a hoarse voice. “Yes Octy. Please.”

Her face remaining somber, Octavia chuckled faintly. “Don’t worry then my love, we’ll get you fixed up. I just need you to do something for me, my dear.” The pair walked slowly down the hall to the musician’s bedroom. She lit a candle on the nightstand, and closed the door behind her.

Months ago in Canterlot, the scene had been very different. Octavia had never wanted for much. She came from a privileged family. Her parents knew many influential ponies around Equestria, and she never seemed to have a shortage of places to play. And yet, every day seemed to depress her farther. Her music was her only solace. Most ponies in the kingdom were completely lost in her more somber performances. She would hear whispers afterwards, about how depressing the piece had been. Octavia never understood. She loved to play her moody compositions. To her it reflected her feelings and her view of life.

However all the ponies she ran into wanted her to play more upbeat music. Marezart’s later symphonies, Trotaikovsky waltzes, they all made her want to gag. She felt her essence pulled from her as she played the oppressive pieces. As she would sit expressionless, she would go through the motions, and her audience would give her their empty praises afterwards.

She had come from just such a performance one night. She trudged home, not particularly feeling anything, with her cello strapped to her back. She suddenly felt as if she needed a drink more than anything else in the world.

Entering an unfamiliar looking bar, she carefully unbuckled her precious cello, seating it next to her first, before she allowed herself to sit. She first thought of a glass of wine, but realizing it above the current clientele, she instead ordered a brandy and hoped for the best.

She sipped her drink and found it bearable. ‘This drab bar,’ she thought. ‘I can’t believe anypony would frequent such a place.’ She sat in silence at her stool, lost in her thoughts. It was some time before she heard an all too familiar sound. A horrid scratching of records, combined with an altogether too underpowered voice. She turned her head ever so slightly so she could observe from the corner of her vision. Her eyes grew wide as she saw the white unicorn on the stage. It was indeed her old classmate from Equestria Music Academy. Vinyl Scratch.

Even as the crowd turned on her, her smile didn’t change. Octavia could tell she still believed in her music. Eventually the power was cut to the amplifier, and she stared down at her turntable, as if confused at what had happened. She sat there as the insults from the crowd hit her. She eventually shrugged slightly, levitated her turntable into her travel case, and walked out, with a smile still on her face.

‘What does she have to be so happy about?’ Octavia thought. ‘Still as predictable as ever. Flashes of brilliance but can’t deliver an entire set.’

Octavia’s eyes followed the white pony. She placed payment for her drink on the bar, and slung her cello over her back. Walking out of the bar, she rounded the corner into the darker alley. As she walked down the dimly light passage, she contemplated how she would enter the backstage area. To her surprise, the door to the performer area was thrown open violently as the white pony bounded outside, dragging her equipment after her with her magic. She turned around suddenly, shouting. “It’s not my damn fault your crappy bar doesn’t like techno!” A beer can flew out at her as the door slammed. She set her load down shortly, before gathering herself and walking down the alley. She stopped in her tracks as she saw Octavia.

Her smile became wider. “Octy!” She dropped her load to the ground with a crash, and ran towards the expressionless earth pony. She threw her arms around Octavia. The cellist looked down and noticed her collar was being wrinkled.

“Vinyl Scratch. I haven’t seen you since the Academy. How are you…” she glanced at their surroundings. They were standing in a stinking alley, drunks wondering past from the bar. “…doing?”

Scratch had pulled back her violet shades. She winked at the earth pony. “Couldn’t be better! Got my turntables and synthesizer, got my…health! Everything’s great.”

“I saw your show in the bar. The crowd didn’t seem to get into it very much.”

“Eh they just didn’t see me at one hundred percent. I had to do 3 shows tonight just to make the rent! These little places can’t pay much I guess.” She levitated her gear over to her as if she just realized she left it in the middle of a seedy alley.

“Well it wasn’t so bad.” Octavia said, trying to sound as reassuring as possible. “I was just going to get something to eat on my way home. Why don’t you come and we can catch up?”

“Sure! Let me get my stuff.” She enveloped her travel case in a blue light and it followed her obediently. The white pony trotted happily after her old friend.

“Have you…eaten lately?” Octavia asked, trying to remain as polite as possible.

“Umm…I know I ate this week sometime. It’s really no big deal, I just felt hungry right now, alright?” The white unicorn’s appetite certainly had picked up after Octavia has mentioned the dinner would be on her. Octavia herself had barely touched her plate of spinach taquitos. She had originally thought the Mexican restaurant looked alright but was aghast when she noticed they served canned salsa, and used mixers for the margaritas. She wasn’t ordering any drinks, but it was the principle of the thing. All of her food tasted sour after seeing such things.

“I missed you since the Academy, Vinyl.” Octavia got right to the point.

Vinyl blushed a bit. “I missed seeing you too, Octy. Looks like you’re doing great. I saw you played for Celestia herself the other month. That must have been pretty intense.”

“It was a job.” Octavia sighed as she poked around at her food. “In the end she just wanted some sappy waltzes. Kind of hard to get into.”

“Hmm. I already know what I’d play for the princess. She seems pretty repressed, so I’d do some Mare Ghosts N Stuff, maybe some Baby Got Flank remix to break a chilly mood. That would be something those stuffed shirts haven’t seen in a while!”

Octavia stared straight at the bubbly white unicorn. “Quite.”

“Oh come on Octy, you always are so reserved. Just because we’re not foals anymore doesn’t mean you need to act so serious. Don’t you have fun anymore?”

The grey mare thought for a moment as she looked into those magenta eyes. “There isn’t room anymore in my life for much fun, Vinyl. Most ponies tell me what they want me to play, and I oblige. If I didn’t, I think my notoriety would decline noticeably.”

“Don’t you play what you want?

“Sometimes.” Octavia replied. “In private. My usual pieces don’t…mesh well with most ponies. I don’t think many in Equestria want to hear it.”

Vinyl cocked her head and grinned widely. “Well I always liked your music, Octy. It’s sad, sure, but then I would just think that ponies can’t be happy without some sadness sometimes!”

Octavia tried her best to grin and humor her. ‘Dear gods she’s just exactly the same. So sickeningly sweet and upbeat. What did I ever see in her?’ she thought. It was easily the biggest flaw she ever saw in Vinyl Scratch. She immediately disliked anypony that could be so happy for no good reason. Suddenly, her eyes flashed as an idea came to her.

“Vinyl my dear, what if I said I had a job for you?” Octavia asked. The white pony looked up from her lettuce tacos and beamed.

“I knew running into you wasn’t coincidence, Octy!” she exclaimed. “Don’t worry, next show I’m gonna be really up for it. I’ll…drink an extra cup of coffee that morning!”

“Oh don’t worry, Vinyl. I know you’ll be fine."

“Say, do you want to come up to my place?” Vinyl asked.

Octavia blushed, but maintained her dignified poise. “Why ask me that?”

“Oh well, no good reason, I live near here and just was being polite.” The white pony was not really paying attention to Octavia, to her relief. “We could have a drink and talk a bit. I’m sorry I wasn’t such good company during dinner.” She belched softly and blushed, smiling widely at Octavia.

Octavia’s muzzle turned up slightly. It was hard to tell if she was smiling or not. “Well yes then, Vinyl. I would like that.”

They left the restaurant and entered the Canterlot night. The street lights illuminated the street as Vinyl chatted about various topics. Octavia seemed distracted as their hooves clopped down the cobbled street.

She noticed the lights growing sparser, either through disrepair or because of the close, confining buildings sprouting up around them. They were far out now, pushed up close against the mountain. It loomed imposingly in front of them. Hardly any moonlight at all penetrated in this neighborhood. A smell of backed up sewers assailed the prim grey mare. A gunshot echoed in the distance, amplified by the stone walls. She jerked her head around instinctively.

“Octy! Were you listening to me?”

“Did you not just hear that?” Octavia motioned towards the sound.

“Oh. You just kind of get used to tuning that out I guess when you live out in the outskirts.” Vinyl smiled awkwardly. “Just mind your own business and everything goes a lot smoother. That’s my take on things. Oh! Here we are.”

Octavia looked up at the stone block building. It looked to be some sort of old storage barn. It went up six stories, and appeared to be slightly angled to one side, which was slightly disconcerting. The humungous stone blocks seemed sturdy though. She saw no lights on inside at all.

“Come on, this stuff’s getting heavy!” Vinyl called impatiently. She still held all her travelling gear in midair with her magic. Octavia checked her cello was secure on her back, and followed her old friend inside.

However, her first impressions really didn’t improve her thoughts on the structure. She smelled a musty stink of mouse droppings and mold as they climbed the stairs. All six flights. As they reached the top landing, Vinyl looked back triumphantly. “Penthouse, baby!”

She turned the key in her hoof, and the large oak door swung inwards. Vinyl went inside into the darkness, her horn lighting up her immediate surroundings. “Just wait Octy, I’ll get some candles lit. I’m used to the dark , but I guess it’s a little strange to anyone visiting.”

‘A little strange?’ Octavia thought to herself. “Why no lights, Vinyl?”

“Oh, no electricity! Guess they never figured they had to wire up the storage barns. But hey, some guys rents em’ out, they’re cheap, and no one ever complains about my music out here. I can play as loud as I want!”

A few lights flickered on inside, and Octavia entered hesitantly. She was surprised to find the entire space was very clean. The rough wood floors were mopped, and there was no smell at all inside the apartment. She looked around, and realized there were no rooms. It was simply one large space. She saw Vinyl’s bed against a far wall, a makeshift kitchen with a small propane burner. And of course a large section with all manner of old, well used keyboards, synthesizers, drum machines, and a large generator perched in the window to power them.

“It’s not much, but I’ve made it into a pretty good home, if I do say so myself.” The unicorn mare beamed proudly. “Not exactly where I pictured myself coming out of the Music Academy, but, I never did like to dwell in the negatives.”

“No. No one can ever accuse you of that, Vinyl.” Octavia said as she came closer to her friend. She looked into her magenta eyes, and strode confidently up to her. As she got close, Vinyl suddenly broke away.

“Let me get you that drink! I’ve got…” She shuffled around in a large wooden pantry for a moment. “Well, dandelion wine and not much else. Should still be good though.” She pulsed her magic at the cork and it obediently popped out of the bottle. She had no wine glasses, so she took two tumblers from a shelf and poured the white wine into each one, offering Octavia a glass. She accepted it, still looking intently at her friend.

“Oh! Here, how rude of me.” The unicorn hurried towards the far wall, and cleared a bunch of music sheets and old, unused equipment, eventually drawing out a couple of splintered maple chairs. She dusted one off and offered it to Octavia.

The pony looked down at the chair, as if questioning it’s engineering. She sat down careful, shuddering a bit as she heard it creak under her. “Thank you.”

Vinyl took her seat casually. She lounged back deeply, letting her legs splay out in front of her. Octavia drew a quick peek as she drew her glass to her muzzle. She could see some teat but not the main attraction. Between the wine and the lewd display, she was feeling warmer by the minute.

“I really want to know Vinyl. How are you really doing. I’m not stupid you know. Those bars can’t be paying you much. And then living in this place.” Octavia motioned towards the inner apartment. “If you wanted to, you could always live with me Vinyl. I have a place downtown, in the Waldorf Equestria. There’s a spare room. I really wouldn’t mind.”

Vinyl did nothing but grin back at her fiercely. “Heh. Well that does sound awesome, Tavi. But I got everything I need right here. And most important, I have my music.” She winked at Octavia as she took a deep drink of her wine. “Why would I want to go downtown with all those stuffed shirts? All I would do is probly get you evicted with my loud music.”

“You may be right, Vinyl.” Octavia looked down at the floor as she found the courage to say her next sentence. “I just…I’m worried about you Vinyl. I thought you would be doing better than this.” She looked up into those magenta eyes again. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t still feel for you.”

The unicorn suddenly turned somber. Her expression was muted as she spoke softly. “I thought we agreed we weren’t going to do this again, Octy. We nearly ruined our chances in the Academy. I don’t want to get involved like that again.”

Octavia narrowed her eyes. “You nearly ruined your chance, Vinyl. I couldn’t get kicked out of that Academy in a million years. My father is good friends with the Dean.”

“Hmph, so you could graduate and be a nice little pony puppet for all the stuffed shirts in Canterlot. Do you play all their favorite songs when they pull your strings?”

Octavia surged forward suddenly, and struck the unicorn on her muzzle. Her head whipped to the side. She hadn’t drawn blood, but it was mostly because she restrained herself. She was an earth pony, after all.

She looked down at the unicorn, still seated in her chair. Vinyl looked up at her, with a look of fear and hurt in her eyes, yet still defiant. “I’m sorry. You just…shouldn’t have said that though.” She offered a hoof to help her up. Vinyl just stared at it, but didn’t take it. “Look Vinyl, I was sincere about the job. I can set you up with a friend of my father’s. He runs a dozen night clubs downtown, and I’m sure he can help you. I realize what we had in the past is gone. I won’t bring it up again. Alright?”

Vinyl Scratch spent a moment staring at the grey mare and analyzing her situation. “Alright Octavia. I’ll do it. As long as we don’t dwell on the past.”

“Agreed. Now…no hard feelings?” She offered her hoof again. She was most definitely slightly smiling this time.

Vinyl reached up and accepted it this time. She did need the work. She just hoped Octavia didn’t keep bringing up their painful time in the Academy. Vinyl had buried it for a reason, and when she first met Octavia she had hoped it wouldn’t be brought up again. The thoughts of what happened pained her normally upbeat mind. She fooled herself into believing Octavia really would forget the whole thing; that she was telling the truth.

How wrong she would end up being.

Allemande

The light streamed in brightly the next morning through the cloudy windows of the barn. With no curtains to stop their assault, Vinyl blinked slightly, and woke, finding herself lounging at an awkward angle against the headboard. It was barely dawn, and ordinarily she would have pulled the blanket over herself to shield the annoying rays from her face. But today was different. She remembered eagerly her meeting with Octavia and her father’s friend, Hoity Toity. She jumped out of her bed, and stretched the kink out of her back.

“Today is going to be awesome!” she shouted to no one in particular.

She trotted over to the fridge and surveyed its barren innards. Frowning, she looked around the kitchen. “Hmmm.” She thought aloud. “Aha!” Some old plain oatmeal was left in a large canister with a dour looking colt with a beard on the front.

“Now, just need some seasoning…” She scanned around again. She noticed the to-go bag from the Mexican restaurant. She pretended to look around as if someone might judge her in her own apartment. She stuck her head inside, shuffling through the bag. “Jackpot!” She drew out some unused taco sauce packets in her teeth. Squeezing them into the oatmeal, she stirred it slightly, giving it a gentle swirl of red. Smiling at her handiwork, she popped the bowl in the microwave.

A couple minutes later she sampled her fare. At first she remained stoic and unimpressed, and then feigned a moment of disgust. Eventually she simply shoveled the entire bowl down, licking her muzzle clean. “Not bad. Better than the barbeque sauce.”

She knew she didn’t want to be late. She was meeting her friend at 11 AM sharp. She wandered over to the cracked mirror, levitating a brush to her mane. She looked again, blinked, and set it down. “Who are you kidding, Scratch, you’re gorgeous already!” She grabbed her sunglasses with a flick of her horn, and trotted out the front door into the sunny morning.

‘Another day in paradise.’ Vinyl thought to herself, looking at the sliver of blue sky above the outlines of the rundown buildings around her. She hummed to herself as she casually clopped down the stone street. She skipped over a broken bottle. Sidestepped a used condom. Said “Hello!” to a drunken bum. Overall a pretty awesome morning.

Eventually the street changed around her. As the garbage and the waste faded away, more and more people crowded her as she walked. Vinyl felt slowed and fenced in as she met the masses of ponies walking with her. She kept trudging down the road, thankful when she finally saw the café she was headed for. Walking in downtown Canterlot was always so stifling.

She stopped outside the Cafe Braunerhoof. A waiter intercepted her as she tried to enter. “Excuse me ma’am? Can I help you with something?”

“Well duh, of course you can help me! I’m here to have lunch!”

The prim blue waiter pony eyed her incredulously. His brow furrowed. “Ma’am…might I suggest the Big Mac down the street. They might be more suited to your…tastes?”

“Oh. I see, Mr. Stuffed Shirt waiter guy. Well, how about you go tell Hoity Toity that his very important lunch meeting will be ruined since I am unable to attend.” Vinyl flicked her snout in the air in a false bravado.

The waiter weighed his options. This could be an obvious ploy…however, he was terribly fearful of upsetting such a rich patron such as Hoity Toity. He eventually caved. Bowing to the white pony curtly, he motioned into the café. “Of course madam. Please, follow me.”

Vinyl snickered slightly. “Oh, why thank you, my good sir!” She bowed low as she giggled.

She smiled as she walked after the waiter into the sunny café. There were so many upper crust ponies in the café. She recognized Fancy Pants, Fleur-de-lis chatting with a few male admirers, Pish Posh entertaining a large table. She suddenly felt that maybe she should have combed her mane.

The waiter came to her table, and she was greeted by Hoity Toity himself, as he rose in a gentlecoltly gesture to greet her. “Ah, my dear Vinyl Scratch! I’ve heard so much about you. Your friend Octavia here has been absolutely singing your praises all morning. I’m so pleased to meet you.” He bowed and took her hoof in his. For a moment she thought he may actually kiss it like something out of a romance novel. But he simply held it aloft as he bowed and relinquished it.

Vinyl was blushing slightly as she spoke. “Th…thanks Mr. Hoity, er, Mr. Toity, um…”

“Hoity is fine my dear. All my business associates call me Hoity.”

Vinyl grinned sheepishly as she sat down. “Oh! Of course…Hoity.”

Octavia broke the awkward moment by clearing her throat. “Good morning as well, Vinyl. I’m glad you could make it this morning.” Her eyes were half closed against the sunlight. She didn’t much care for mornings. They always seemed far too bright. And altogether too cheery.

“Ah Octy!” Vinyl once again used her old nickname, Octavia noticed. “And how are you on this beautiful morning!”

“Hungry.” Octavia replied. She motioned the waiter over. They had apparently been waiting for the white unicorn. Vinyl felt a bit embarrassed.

“I hope you weren’t waiting long.” She said softly.

“No, my dear, just enough to work up an appetite.” Hoity Toity replied.

They all placed their orders. Vinyl realized there were no prices on the menus. ‘I guess if you have to ask, you can’t afford it.’ She thought.

She ordered something she could at least pronounce. Much of the menu was in an alien language to her. ‘They could just call crepes flat pancakes. Why all the mystery?’ Vinyl was thinking as the others ordered. As the waiter left, Hoity Toity smiled at her and got to business.

“Allow me to get right to the point, Miss Scratch. Octavia has told me a little about your act. And I do so happen to own a nightclub that features such…experimental music such as you play. Although it’s not to my tastes per se. I think you may prove a good fit there. I could offer you regular play times, five nights a week. Of course we would have to discuss your salary later, but I’m sure we can come to some understanding.”

Scratch’s mouth hung open slightly. “Scheduled play times?” “Five nights a week?” “Salary?!” She beamed as she pumped a hoof in the air. She looked around, blushing, as she brought it back down slowly. She narrowed her eyes as she pretended to be in deep thought. “Um…I mean, yes Hoity, that sounds like an acceptable proposition.”

“Excellent. I will have a secretary draft the agreement and deliver it to you, Miss Scratch. Where was it you lived again?” Hoity asked.

“Where do I live? Oh…well yes, that would be a very appropriate question. A good question to ask if you wanted to know where my current place of dwelling is. Very appropriate if you intend to send a letter! Well let’s see, where do I live…” Vinyl’s eyes wandered wildly for a moment. She couldn’t tell him where she REALLY lived. Does that barn even have an address? 345 Rat’s Nest Boulevard? The corner of Park Place and That Stench That Vaguely Smells Like Sewage?

Octavia saved her. She looked up from her cup of black coffee, addressing Hoity. “You may just send her correspondence through me, Hoity. I will be acting as Miss Scratch’s manager.”

Vinyl shot her a sideways glance. She didn’t remember agreeing to that.

“Well yes, very good Octavia. It would be my pleasure.” The grey colt grinned at her. “Now, let us toast our arrangement. To our continued good business, my fine ladies.” He raised his mimosa, meeting Octavia’s coffee mug, and Scratch’s orange juice with a slight clink.

Before their food arrived, Vinyl excused herself. “Sorry, Hoity, sir, I need just a moment to discuss things with my newfound manager.” She looked at Octavia with an annoyed gaze. The grey pony glanced up at her nonchalantly.

She said nothing as she rose. “Excuse me Hoity. We will be back presently.” The two wove their way through the packed café into the mare’s powder room.

As the door swung shut, Vinyl immediately cornered Octavia against the wall. Her hooves clacked against the tiles as she trapped her in her forelimbs. “You had no right to say that! I never agreed that you would be my manager! Who do you think you are, speaking for me like that?”

Octavia looked deep into her eyes, a hint of annoyance building within her. “I merely spoke for those who could not find their voice, Vinyl. You were absolutely floundering out there. Don’t even pretend you weren’t relieved when I rescued you from that sinking ship you called a conversation.” The grey mare pushed one of Vinyl’s hooves aside as she stood there in shocked silence.

“Honestly Vinyl, you don’t have much of a mind for business, do you. Gentlecolts like Hoity don’t expect to be asked questions, or argued with, or even to wait for a response. The only thing you should ever ask is ‘Where do you want me to jump?’ and ‘How far?’ Do you understand me Vinyl?”

Vinyl still stood, slumped against the wall. She pounded her hoof in frustration against the cold white tile. “Yah. I get it Octy. I get to do the same thing you do. Sell out for a fancy apartment downtown and some handouts from the upper crust, right?”

Octavia’s eyes narrowed. She stood still, her pupils burrowing into Vinyl as she looked upon the earth pony. “Don’t ever presume to tell me about my life, Vinyl.”

“And why not? I was there in the Academy. I know everything about you, Octavia.” Vinyl smiled wildly at her, as her eyes shone in the dim light of the room. “You wouldn’t act so high and mighty if ole’ Mr. Stuffed Shirt in there knew what you did there, would you? If he knew what you did to other mares? What you and I did together?”

“Shut up.” Octavia lost her composure. Her front hooves tensed in anger.

“Oho, touched a nerve did I? You see Octy, you’re never gonna make any progress if we don’t talk about this deep seeded resentment.” Vinyl said, imitating a psychologist.

“I could never resent you.” Octavia responded. “Not in the condition you are.” She shoved Vinyl hard as she walked past, pushing her into the cool tile wall. Vinyl looked at her as she left the bathroom, sighing to herself as the door swung shut.

“Octy…” She said softly as she slumped to the floor, her emotions overcoming her.

Vinyl had agreed to come by Octavia’s apartment in a few days to go over the papers and look at her schedule. She felt excitement as the day came. But she still couldn’t shake a nagging feeling of fear in the pit of her stomach.

The skies were overcast, and a slight drizzle fell in downtown Canterlot. The white pony looked skyward as she watched the few pegasi push the clouds to and fro, attempting to cover the city equally in the falling rain. Vinyl Scratch clutched her transparent blue rain slicker around her mane. She didn’t mind this weather at all. The streets were deserted, and the whole city had a new, fresh smell after a rainfall.

She arrived on Octavia’s street, and immediately felt out of place. The street was lined with high rise apartments. At some doors, stocky colts stood watch in their doorpony uniforms, giving her looks as she walked by. A pure white carriage flashed by her, splashing her. She jumped involuntarily, slightly annoyed as her already damp hooves became soaking wet. She sighed to herself, furrowing her brow. Consulting the building numbers, she felt relieved to see she was finally here. ‘What an odd building.’ She thought to herself as she entered.

The lower level was completely open. There were few walls, instead, there were great steel beams supporting the upper floors. This allowed the entire lower area to be used as a great arboretum. All manner of plants were growing in the sheltered area. As she walked, enjoying the lush greenery, she could see the entire center of the building was hollow. Looking up, she could see the grey sky, a small square high above her.

The apartments here were obviously pretty pricey.

“Vinyl?”

The white mare whirled around, seeing her friend standing there, watching her. “Oh! Hey Octy. Nice place you got here.”

“Thank you.” Octavia nodded to her slightly. “You…know you don’t need the coat anymore?”

Vinyl looked down, and realized that even though it felt as though they were outside, they were actually underneath the large vaulted building. She pulled off her coat with a magic glow, pushing her glasses back on top of her head. She blushed at Octavia. “Thanks.” She smiled.

Octavia averted her gaze slightly from those magenta eyes. “Well. Shall I show you around?”

“Sure Octy. Although I’m already pretty impressed!”

The two mares entered the elevator, and Octavia reached out and pressed a small button for the fifteenth floor. “Pfft, not the penthouse Octy! What’s the deal?”

“Hmph, someday my dear Vinyl. We all need dreams to chase, don’t we?”

“Amen to that.” Vinyl grinned.

They reached the fifth floor, and the doors opened. Three large elderly colts entered. Octavia nodded to them curtly. One of them realized the elevator was headed up. They talked quietly between themselves, and appeared to decide to just ride it out rather than wait. Octavia and Vinyl crowded along one side to make room. Their bodies touched each other, Octavia feeling the warmth from Vinyl after being bundled up in her rain slicker.

The grey mare turned her head slightly, and smelled Vinyl’s damp mane. She leaned against her friend, enjoying the sensation of their coats rubbing against each other. Vinyl seemed to be oblivious, as she was lost trying to listen in on the conversation between the three colts.

Octavia shifted her head slightly, letting the electric blue mane touch her face slightly. It tickled the end of her nose, and caressed her muzzle and she moved. She eventually decided to take a small risk. She reached her right hoof out, and as she shifted her body away, ran it lightly against Vinyl’s front leg. She shuddered to herself as she felt her in this way after so very long.

“Octy?”

She froze.

“Did you want something?”

The elevator dinged. They had reached the fifteenth floor. “No, Vinyl, just letting you know we’re here.” She motioned out the door as they left the elevator and entered the plush hallway. The walls were done in an expensive red wallpaper, and the carpets were a thick plush grey. Even the furniture in the hallways looked posh.

They walked only a dozen steps before reaching Octavia’s door. She was on the inside wall of the building. Vinyl thought to herself that this would normally mean no view to the outside, but in this weird structure…

As the door opened, she saw her answer with surprise. Owing to the strange design, the inside apartments had a large glass wall overlooking the center courtyard. Planters built into the outside walls covered the lower portion in greenery, giving the illusion of looking out into a garden in the sky. Vinyl looked around at the rest of the place. It was done in a very clean, Spartan manner, but it fit Octavia well. Grey concrete floors with white throw rugs, bright white walls, and a large black sofa and fainting couch. A gas fireplace even flickered to one side of the room.

The kitchen was to their right, and although small, was equipped with all the most modern conveniences. Vinyl looked with envy at the small white dishwasher. Doors led off from the central space off to the right and left. She amended her estimate from before. This was obviously a tremendously expensive apartment.

Octavia took her rain slicker without a word. She hung it on a hook near the door. “Well, this is it.” Octavia motioned with her hoof. “It’s a bit small, but the view is nice. And…” she clopped her hoof down firmly on the floor. “Concrete floors. I can practice any time of day and not bother anypony.”

“Convenient!” Vinyl smiled.

“Have a seat Vinyl. Can I get you a drink?”

“Uh, yah. The usual, if you can remember that is.” Vinyl sat down on the comfy fainting couch, admiring the view from the window. “It really is a pretty awesome view, Octy. It’s like we’re sitting in a garden high in the trees.”

Octavia didn’t answer, she just kept mixing the 2 drinks. She walked out of the kitchen, placing a tall glass near Vinyl on the glass coffee table. “Vodka tonic for you, my dear. Like I’d forget.” She grinned down at the white unicorn. She took a deep drink of her own cocktail, and seated herself at the far end of the sofa.

“Thanks Octy. Been a while since I’ve had one.” She took a large drink of the clear beverage. Instead of a fiery burn, the liquor flowed smoothly over her tongue. It was definitely a quality vintage. It warmed her throat, bringing mild warmth through her body. She took another small drink. “Just like riding a bike though. You never forget how.”

“So true.” Octavia agreed, looking out the window with Vinyl, watching the rain splash on the exotic foliage outside. The drops cascaded down the window. But inside, it was silent, except for the faint lick of flame from the fireplace.

Octavia broke the silence by rising and getting a packet of papers from her dining table. “I figured you might want to see this, Vinyl.” She walked over to the unicorn, a small smile on her muzzle. She pulled out one sheet, and handed it to Octavia as she sat back down. It was a declaration of salary to be paid.

Vinyl studied it for a moment, and then looked up at Octavia, confused. “Well this is very strange. Is this like, per hour, or what? This doesn’t seem like near enough. And why did he calculate it to so many decimals?”

Octavia was still smiling, taking another sip of her drink. “Vinyl…that’s a comma.”

“Oh.”

Vinyl stared at the paper a bit longer.

“OH!”

“Octy?! How the hell’d you swing this? This is more than I ever dreamed of!”

Octavia felt herself even blush slightly at the praise. “It’s nothing, really. That’s just how much Hoity pays his main performers. I mean, you’re going to be down at his club a lot. It’s a fair wage.”

“Down at the club a lot? How much is a lot?”

Octavia looked away slightly, pretending to look through the pile of papers again. “Well, maybe 60, 70 hours a week?”

“I can’t do that! Do you have any idea how much effort I put into my sets? I’d be burned in a month, tops!” Vinyl exclaimed.

Octavia looked over at her sympathetically. “I don’t know what to tell you. That’s what he expects from his new acts. You’d be doing sets from five until three in the morning.” She found herself trailing off. It was indeed a lot to demand from the unicorn. “You have to at least look at the place, Vinyl. It’s the new club a couple blocks away, called HiFi.”

Vinyl was looking into the fire on the opposite wall, her magenta eyes dancing in the low light. “It doesn’t matter, Octy. It sounds awesome, and I really do want to do it. I just don’t think I can handle that much time on stage.”

Octavia slid over until she was closer to the white mare. She brushed her hoof through those electric blue spikes of mane. She smoothed the wild hair down slightly, brushing her friend gently. “There is one way you would Vinyl. You know there is.”

“I thought we agreed we weren’t going to do that again.”

“Oh Vinyl, you worry far too much. We were young and stupid back then. This will be just a small pick-me-up to make it through the night. You can’t look me in the eyes and tell me you weren’t at your best when you were last using it.”

Vinyl looked unsure. She studied the contract before her, looking at it for a long time. She thought back to the night when she met Octavia again, the way she had been treated by that crappy bar. ‘No, not just that night.’ She thought. ‘All those many nights since leaving the academy. All those ponies that cursed at me, booed me, spat at me.’ She never wanted to give them that chance ever again.

“Maybe I could try it again, Octy. What exactly did you have in mind?” Vinyl said as she looked up from the paper, her magenta eyes calm and expressionless.

Octavia smiled as she finished her drink. Setting the glass down gently on the table, she rose and walked into her bedroom. She emerged with a small white messenger style saddlebag. She plopped it down on the table, and flipped it open.

Vinyl gaped slightly as she saw all manner of round, clear containers, filled with various drugs. She recognized some of them as simple club drugs, ecstasy and mescaline. But there were harder things as well; drugs she wasn’t familiar with. Along with disposable needles and ampules carefully stowed in a side pocket.

“Well Octy…that’s um, definitely a good supply.” Vinyl said nervously. She looked at her friend’s face, as she seemed lost looking over her portable pharmacy. Vinyl’s eyes narrowed inquisitively. “Are you sure you’re doing alright?”

“Oh Vinyl, don’t confuse me with a standard drugged out flunky. I merely am a supplier, nothing more. My friends in the art world desperately need a service, and I am willing to oblige. As far as my father knows, all of this,” she motioned around her apartment. “…is paid for by my success as a musician. But really, he couldn’t be more wrong.

Octavia hooved through her bag, searching for something. “Turns out even being a brilliant cellist still qualifies me for being paid barely more than a lowly teacher. Add in the fact that nopony ever even wants to hear my good music, and well, here we are!” At the same time she took out a narrow plastic tube with a black cap on it. Simply scribbled on the side was an M in thick marker. She tossed the bottle to Vinyl, who caught it deftly in her right hoof.

“What is it?” Vinyl asked as she looked the bottle over dubiously. The small white pills were stamped with a ‘WY’, but no other information.

“Well, remember when we did amphetamines to stay up before for finals? Think of these as the new and improved model. They give you energy too, and make you feel like you can do anything.” She was smiling as she described her product. “Why don’t you try one Vinyl. If you don’t like them, I’ll drop the whole thing. Unless I could interest you in something else.”

“How strong is it?” Vinyl had taken one pill out, examining it.

“Nothing you can’t handle.”

Vinyl had to admit, it did feel exciting to hold the pill in her hand. Her heart beat faster, as her mind remembered all the times she had done some drug or another back in school. Surely one more time wouldn’t matter.

She popped the white pill in her mouth, and swallowed it.

As she set the tube of pills back on the table, Octavia came over and closed her bag. She grinned at the white mare, turning around and making another round of drinks. “Why don’t I play for you, Vinyl. I don’t really get a chance to play any of my new stuff for anyone anymore. They don’t care for it, even my own family.”

Vinyl lounged up against the back of the couch, watching the earth pony deftly pour the alcohol. “Sure Octy. I always did like listening to your music.”

Octavia winked at her, placing a fresh drink for both of them on the table. She went into her other side room, and fetched her polished cello. She sat on a simple wood stool next to the fireplace, balancing the instrument on the plush white rug beneath her. She closed her eyes before she started playing.

Vinyl didn’t know her pieces terribly well, but she recognized it as one of the famous cello suites, something in a distinctive E-flat. The concrete walls of the apartment contained the deep sounds as they come from the lone figure, rich and full. She played through the opening, a slow prelude, working the strings slowly as she assembled the piece.

She picked up speed as she played out the allemande. Her hoof moved faster along the neck, and her bow expertly stroked back and forth along the strings. As the tempo increased, Vinyl felt her own heart start pumping faster. She drank deeply of her vodka mixer, feeling her whole body seem to pulse along with the cello notes. She felt a deep heat press through her body, spilling into her loins. She set her drink down clumsily, running her hoof between her legs as she brought it up. She left it there, gently pressing it against her sex. All at once she felt she needed something or somepony touching her folds.

Octavia watched intently as the pony quietly pleasured herself, and continued playing. She entered the sarabande, a series of playful motions dancing across her cello. There was no need to look down as she coaxed out the notes. She knew this part well. The grey mare’s eyes met with Vinyl’s magenta pools, and a blush came across her white face as she was caught. But she found she could not stop herself. She had been wary of Octavia just days before, but now she felt herself burning with desire for her.

The cellist reached the final part, the gigue. A fast paced tempo took her, as she wildly played the spirited notes. She closed her eyes slightly, gazing seductively at Vinyl. Her legs splayed open as she shifted the cello expertly. Octavia’s breathing increased as she played the last notes. Vinyl could see a sheen on the grey mare’s inner thighs, and she increased her own ministrations, lewdly opening her hind legs. She noticed her whole body felt disjointed somehow. She was in the couch touching herself in front of her friend, but at the same time, she wasn’t there. She reached for her drink, downing the rest in one gulp. She looked at the thin glass. She clenched it in her hand, willing it to break. The tumbler shattered, a long shard imbedding in her soft inner hoof. She just stared at it. There wasn’t really any pain.

Octavia had finished playing. She looked at her friend examining the shard of glass. She reached over, pulling her away from the other broken remnants of the glass. “Come here Vinyl.” She pulled the unicorn from the couch, standing next to her. Grasping the sliver in her hoof gently, she worked it out, casually placing the bloody piece on the table. She reached down and licked the blood from Vinyl’s hoof, trailing her tongue across the sensitive inner nerves of her hoof.

Bringing forth a small moan from the unicorn, Vinyl whispered “Do that again.” Octavia smirked, and continued gently kissing the unicorn’s hoof, working up her arm to her neck. “Keep going. I just want you to touch me all over, Octy.”

“I can oblige that my dear.” The mare said as she suddenly pressed her hooftip against Vinyl’s clit, teasing it gently. The unicorn, in her bout of heightened stimulation, immediately arched her back against the hoof, gasping loudly as she felt her body ignite. The orgasm crashed through her, the feeling pulsing through every nerve as the drug heightened every sensation.

“This…this is crazy…” she said as she gasped for breath. Octavia backed away, making sure her cello and bow were secure.

“I don’t feel drained at all.” Said Vinyl as she looked down at her body, examining her still bleeding hoof. “Matter of fact, I feel like I could run a marathon. Want to go running, Octy?”

“Heh, not especially, Vinyl.”

“Want to write a symphony? I’ll run home and get my synth and keyboard, we’ll bang the whole thing out tonight!” Vinyl asked excitedly.

“Not really in the mood.”

As Vinyl stood there, she looked down and realized she was working her hoof against her thighs again, and she didn’t even notice it. Even touching her skin seemed to excite her, causing her to shudder. She looked into Octavia’s eyes with a half open, come hither stare. “Wanna fuck?”

Octavia feigned surprise. “You would want to be with me? Why I distinctly remember just a few short years ago, some pony told me they wouldn’t sleep with me if I were the last mare on Equestria.”

“Octy, c’mon. I didn’t mean it.” Vinyl grabbed Octavia’s hoof with her magic, and pulled her closer.

“Well, I may be able to make an exception. If you promise to be an obedient little pony this time.”

Vinyl looked at her with puppy dog eyes. “I’ll do whatever you want, Octy.”

Octavia raised an eyebrow, and simply motioned towards her bedroom with a flick of her head. She walked slowly through the door, with a very hot and bothered unicorn following her.

The entire room was done in shades of grey. The floor was dark marble, the walls were a rich, white wallpaper. There was little furniture, except for Octavia’s king sized bed, covered in simple grey sheets with a massive ebony headboard. Vinyl giggled as she jumped onto the bed, waving her rump in the air as she lifted her tail for Octavia.

The earth pony maintains a stoic look on her face. “Cute, but no.” she pushes Vinyl’s tail down, causing the pony to whimper like some animal. Octavia opens a hope chest at the foot of her bed, pulling out a black hoof harness with a small wood dowel in the middle. She straps one side on deftly on the white mare. Vinyl looks at her quizzically, but does not put up any resistance. The other rear hoof gets a similar treatment, essentially separating her legs with the dowel. The unicorn is just giggling now, shaking her ass in the air. Octavia puts a piece of thick tape over the mare’s tail, pinning it to Vinyl’s soft back. The white mare can feel open air rushing over her most intimate parts, and gyrates herself in pleasure as if she could hump the very air itself.

Octavia was finding herself getting overwhelmed by the display. She wanted to get off. Selecting one of her largest dildos, she attached it to her worn, black leather harness. She worked it slowly up her legs, pulling the straps to attach it to her thighs. She looked down, pleased with herself. It was a large reproduction, at nearly 10 inches long, with a large, flared head.

Octavia smiled as she reached out and kissed the quivering flank in front of her. “Don’t worry Vinyl. Octy is going to give you everything you need.”

She mounted the mare suddenly, using her superior strength to position the unicorn under her. She pushed her so that the tip of her member lined up with the already engorged folds. Savoring the sensation of pushing the thick flare inside, Octavia pushed back and forth, catching Vinyl’s clit with the fat tip, causing her to make the most adorable whimpering noises.

The leering pony on top of Vinyl finally started pushing the shaft home, driving the entire length slowly inside. She bottomed out before she hit the mare’s cervix. ‘Damn. Maybe next time I’ll use the bigger one.’ She thought.

Vinyl was writhing already underneath her. The feeling of her entire snatch being filled, along with the added effects of the drug, was beyond amazing. She found herself humping back violently against Octavia. Each push rubbed the earth pony’s swollen clit, driving Octavia to push into her harder.

As Vinyl reached her climax, Octavia didn’t let up at all. Her earth pony lineage showed, as she kept plowing into the mare’s leaking hole. Vinyl used her magic to slightly brush her clit, feeling the shaft bottom out in her once more. Her whole body was throbbing as she cried out. “Oh shit! Oh shit oh shit ohshit ohshit…ahhh….ahhhhHHH.”

Thankful of the concrete walls, Octavia pulled out of the now dripping cunt. She reached in with her tongue, licking the dropping juices clean. Then she gave the panting mare a hard slap on the rump. “Good to go again, Vinyl?”

The white pony rotated her head around on the bed to face her. Her mane was completely disheveled, and her face was flushed from her exertions. “Oc…Octy. Never…thought you’d ask.” Octavia smiled. This was indeed her favorite drug. Vinyl’s energy mine as well have been boundless.

Octavia lay down on the sheets, positioning her fake shaft near Vinyl’s head. “Come here and clean my toy.” Vinyl lustfully crawled over, her ass still forced to stick in the air behind her. She reached out her pink tongue and licked the black shaft with long, loving strokes. She treated it as any stallion’s, circling her tongue tip around the tip, and placing the whole flare in her mouth. “Vinyl, you seem like you’ve done this before. Nod to me, have you sucked off a stallion before, you little slut?”

Vinyl nodded as she kept working the fake member. She turned her muzzle sideways, and ran it through her mouth, working her lips around its entire circumference, teasing the underside with her tongue.

“Go lower, Vinyl.” The magenta eyes looked up at Octavia obediently, as she pushed her muzzle under the harness, finding the grey mare’s dripping folds. “Now I know you’ve done this before, my dear.”

Vinyl barely heard her as she snaked her tongue as deep in as she could, seeking the mare’s g-spot. Her tongue tip played off the soft inner walls, probing every inch of the intimate region. After a few minutes, she heard a gasp and felt the mare clench against her. She smiled as she continued her assault, lapping the inner walls as she teased the sensitive spot again and again. Octavia couldn’t stand the intense feeling any more. She bucked her hips against the white mare, squealing softly as she came. Vinyl pulled her tongue out, and worked the mare’s clit as she shuddered, coming down from her intense orgasm.

Octavia panted for a moment, enjoying the sensation of the mare lapping her juices after her intense climax. She reached out a hoof and ran it through that electric blue mane as she enjoyed the afterglow. “Gods, Vinyl. Why’d you ever have to leave me.” Octavia broke the close contact and rose from the bed. “I did promise I’d take care of you again, didn’t I? Well not all of us are flying high on meth right now, so I’m going to have my assistant look after you.” Octavia rummaged in her chest, and pulled out a small, curved plastic dildo attached to a battery powered box. Vinyl pushed her ass in the air, whimpering. Octavia chuckled as she ran the tip along her folds before stabbing it in. The curved device rubbed the most sensitive areas of Vinyl’s snatch, and she sighed immediately as it went in.

Octavia smiled. “And now…we turn it on.” The effect was instantaneous. The unicorn writhed against the vibrating intruder, her mouth hanging open as her tongue lolled out onto the sheet. Octavia placed a piece of tape over the device to keep it in place. Patting her friend’s flank, she walked towards the door.

“I’ll be on the couch, Vinyl. You be a good girl now.”

The unicorn couldn’t hear her. She was on her second orgasm, and quickly approaching the third. It didn’t seem to matter how many times she came. She wanted this to go on all night.

Courante

‘Fuck. What day is it?’

The white pony rolled over sluggishly, examining her surroundings. She was back in Octavia’s apartment, that much was for sure. Her hips ached, but she wasn’t sure why. She looked out the window into the courtyard, and realized it was afternoon. That meant she was here for a day at least, maybe more. Vinyl put one hoof over the bedside and attempted to stand. She immediately realized this was a mistake.

Her whole body was weak. She flopped to the ground, barely catching herself with her other 3 limbs. It almost felt painful to stand. Her muscles were sore, and her entire body was shaking slightly as if she had the chills. Vinyl realized how ill she suddenly felt as she stood up. She got to the bathroom at an unsteady gait, and assessed herself in the mirror.

‘Okay. I really look like shit.’

Her mane was greasy and clumped with sweat. Her thighs were matted as if she had a sloppy night of sex and never cleaned up. Her hooves were dirty and she had strange bruises where there hadn’t been any before. And for some strange reason she had the leftover adhesive of a piece of tape stuck to the fur on her flank.

She remembered vaguely the odd bag of drugs Octavia had pulled out from her room. That was really the end of it though. She had taken something, but couldn’t remember what.

The next thing she noticed was how incredibly hungry and thirsty she was. The unsteady pony found her way to the kitchen. A sleek stainless fridge opened, and she selected a jug of carrot juice. She held it in front of her with her magic as she shook it, scanning for a glass.

“Screw it.” She took a deep drink straight from the jug. The container was nearly drained after she put it down. She wiped her muzzle on her forehoof. Wisely, she decided to let that sit a bit before deciding to eat anything.

She walked over slowly and sat in the chaise lounge. The sun was setting slowly, reflecting off the interior windows and casting a sharp light into the living room. She looked over and saw her trusty shades sitting on the table. She levitated them to her, placing them gently on her face. She watched the plants outside blow gently in the breeze. Nothing from the last day, if that’s how much time had truly passed, made any sense.

“Vinyl. There you are.”

The unicorn was snapped out of her daze, as Octavia came from her music room into the larger living space. Her normally expressionless face almost seemed smug as she strode across the room. “You look a bit under the weather today, Vinyl. Are you feeling alright?”

Vinyl Scratch flipped her shades up to look the earth pony in the eyes. “Fuck you, that’s how I’m feeling.”

“Hmph. Whatever do you mean?” Octavia said as she seated herself primly at her dining table, helping herself to a pear from a bowl in the center.

“You know damn well what I mean. What was that pill you gave me? I’m not feeling well at all. I don’t even remember what happened last night. Everything is in a haze.”

Octavia raised an eyebrow at her. “Really? Nothing?”

Vinyl’s blank stare confirmed it. She couldn’t remember a thing. Octavia smiled at her. “Well. Perhaps if you changed your perspective. What if I jammed your muzzle in between my thighs, that may jog your memory.”

Vinyl averted her gaze from the earth pony. There was no way she wanted to appear weak in this situation. She knew all too well what happened before when she wavered. It was all Octavia needed. The grey mare preyed on the weak like a spider, catching them and slowly entrapping them. Vinyl had seen it happen before.

“I’m a little disappointed you don’t remember, Vinyl. You were begging me the other night. Just like the old days. I knew you wouldn’t forget what we had.”

“Fuck off.” Vinyl said quietly, flipping her shades over her eyes again.

Octavia rose from the table, walking over and casually tossing her pear core into the trash. She picked up the packet of papers from Hoity. As she brought it over, Vinyl turned away from her on the lounge. Octavia sat down next to her, nearly touching flanks with the unicorn. “You realize you have an hour or so before you need to head out? I was coming to wake you up.”

Vinyl tried ignoring her. She stared out the window again, averting herself from the other mare. Octavia picked up the booking sheet and tossed it at the unicorn. It landed in front of her face, and the dates were in bold print, obviously standing out. “Maybe you don’t know its Friday. You’ve been here two days, my dear.”

Vinyl’s eyes became wide behind her glasses. There was no way. What the hell did she do for two days? ‘Wait a minute, better not to know.’ She thought. ‘I don’t need to deal with that right now.’ She snapped her head around to face Octavia. She raised her right hoof and placed it gently on her neck. “Octy. You need to tell me what you gave me.”

Octavia looked at her with a perplexed look. “I did tell you what it was, Vinyl. Two nights ago. It’s a simple variation of an amphetamine. I don’t know how they make it, and I don’t care. All I know is I met some friends through my father that can get anything you could imagine from the Griffin lands, the dragon caves of the south, the frozen north, it doesn’t matter. That just happens to be a popular version of a study drug going around Canterlot right now. Although it gives the extra effect of increased energy and boosting other desires.”

“You knew what it was going to do to me then. You drugged me just to get up my snatch again?”

“Please Vinyl. You’re being far too cynical.” Octavia reached out to place a hoof on Vinyl’s side to comfort her, but the pony recoiled at her touch. “You need what I offered. I remember you telling me you wanted this. If you want this contract, you’re going to need help. You know you can’t pull off this many shows a week without some assistance.”

Octavia pulled out the familiar bottle marked with an ‘M’. She held it out to the unicorn for a brief moment, just so she could see the tiny white pills outlined against the cloudy walls of the bottle. “I won’t force you to do anything Vinyl. I’m just trying to help you. We both know you can’t play for shit in the state you’re in. And Hoity doesn’t give second chances.” With that, she walked out of the room, entering her bedroom and closing the door behind her.

Vinyl looked at the bottle for a moment, and levitated it off the coffee table towards her. She held it up to the dim window, examining the pills once more. Every moment she looked at them, she became more aware of her body. Her whole torso and neck shook. She couldn’t even hold the bottle in the air straight. An odd nausea lay over her. But the worst was the feeling of utter listlessness. She doubted if she could muster the energy to leave the apartment building, let alone walk the couple blocks to her show. She found every fiber of her being wanting to just take another one of those pills. She knew she would feel fantastic again afterwards.

“It doesn’t matter.” She said to herself. “The only thing I need to worry about is nailing these shows. I’m not going to do another set in those run down bars ever again.”

She popped the cap and pulled a single pill out with her magic. She held it in front of her, staring at it. “Well Mr. WY, we meet again.” She whispered. Taking the pill on her tongue, she swallowed it dryly.

She noted the time before she popped the pill. It only took an hour for her to start feeling it’s effects. A strange warmth and strength filled her hooves. Examining one, she flexed the joint before the hoof, testing its grip. She felt like she could just reach out and crush something with her bare hooves. Her heart was racing. She felt the need to get up and charge into the Canterlot night. Octavia entered the living room, combing her mane after her nap. She glanced over and saw the white pony staring at her hoof. She smirked a bit, and started fixing herself dinner.

“Vinyl.” She called over. The unicorn was completely lost in her own mind. She was clopping two hooves together now absently. “VINYL!” She finally caught her attention. Vinyl Scratch snapped her head around quickly to focus on her friend. “Ahem. As I was saying. You need to get going dear. I already took the liberty of moving your gear down to the HiFi club. Take the elevator…” She glanced up. The white mare was looking away again, shadowboxing with some imaginary object.

Octavia smiled calmly, placing her plate gently down on the countertop, and walked over to her. She reached out and stroked a hoof down the pony’s back, scratching her slowly. She stroked her mane, smoothing it out. It was greasy and matted. Octavia noticed the clumped fur around the unicorn’s thighs. She couldn’t help but chuckle slightly.

“Maybe you need to get cleaned up first. Come here Vinyl.” She helped the pony off the couch, and led her slowly to her bedroom. She nudged open the large white door to the bathroom. The cellist’s personal bathroom was done very exquisitely. The floor was a slate grey concrete, leading to a white marble full body shower. The sink and toilet were obviously the latest models, polished to a pristine shine. Octavia led her friend to the shower and got inside. The rainfall type shower head cascaded over them as the earth pony turned the water on and set it to a soothing warm temperature. The water quickly covered their bodies, Octavia delighting in the sensations of rubbing against the unicorn and nuzzling her neck.

“S…stop that Octy. I gotta go to the show.” Vinyl protested. “Just let me clean up quick.” Even as she said it, she found herself grinding against the other mare. Her body felt like it was on pins and needles everywhere they touched. She pushed into her again, nearly upending Octavia with her aggression, pushing her into the middle of the bathroom.

“Don’t be such a tease, Vinyl. You can’t fool me. Just say you want me to get you off and we can stop pretending.” Octavia replied, an impish look of delight on her face.

“Shut up Octy. I d…don’t want this. It’s…just the drug. Leave me the fuck alone.”

Octavia’s face became stoic again. She strode up to the shower enclosure again, looking the unicorn in the eyes. “Leave you the fuck alone? Leave you in the gutter, more likely. When I found you just weeks ago, you couldn’t feed yourself, let alone make a go in your own field of music. You’re such a disgrace, Vinyl. Going from the Equestria Music Academy to living off scraps and sleeping with the rats in a barn.”

Octavia moved her head slowly until she was nearly touching Vinyl’s muzzle. Octavia could feel her hot breath coming fast, both from the drug and from her anger. “Just face it, you were my worthless slave in the Academy, and if you ever have any success it’s because I will allow it. And don’t you ever talk down to me again.”

The earth pony swept her right forehoof up deftly, catching a stunned Vinyl squarely in the left of her snout. The blow gashed her gums, causing her to immediately taste blood, and staggered her backwards and off her hooves. She fell on her side against the back wall of the shower. She shook her head, but noticed there was no pain. She glared back at Octavia, her mane swept over her eyes by the flowing water. She found she had difficulty focusing. The thought of using her magic crossed her mind, but with her depth perception off so badly, she couldn’t even think of concentrating on the earth pony, let alone muster the focus to repel her. Her mind was so awash with jumbled thoughts she could barely manage complete sentences.

The grey mare advanced on her, a fiendish look of glee on her face. She straddled the prone unicorn, pushing her sodden cunt into her face. Vinyl fought back, struggling and bucking her legs. But as an earth pony, Octavia was built for strength. She outweighed the unicorn by at least forty pounds, and used her superior strength to pin down Vinyl’s forelegs, leaving her lower body to thrash hopelessly. She looked down at the trapped white pony, her face now wild with lust and the feeling of power that only domination over another pony could give.

Reaching down with her right forehoof, she grabbed Vinyl’s wet mane, and pushed her muzzle towards her inner thighs. She held it there, making the unicorn gaze at her marehood. She chuckled, speaking softly. “Don’t just stare at it. Eat it.”

Vinyl willed all her resistance to come to her. She closed her eyes and forced her head as far away as she could possibly stretch, all the while thrashing around under Octavia. She felt completely alive with a newfound energy. ‘Fuck it’ She thought. ‘Who says I have to focus on anything for it to work.’ Her horn glowed, and a burst of energy suddenly pushed all the air in front of her away. All the drops of water seemed to hang in the air, before being thrown against the far wall. Following them was one very surprised earth pony.

The unicorn used the moment to her advantage. She scrambled to her feet and left the shower, backing up towards the door. Octavia had quickly regained her senses, sitting on the floor of the shower, laughing as the droplets cascaded down on her. “And just where are you going to go?” she asked. “You just head out and have a good time tonight Vinyl. I hope you have a really great show. Really blow that club down. But just wait a day or two. You’re going to be right back here again, begging me.”

“Just fucking leave me alone!” Vinyl shouted as she ran out into the living room. With a thought, her glasses came to rest on her muzzle. She eyed the door, focusing her magic in front of her. The heavy wood flew open, and the unicorn stormed into the hallway. Her whole being felt electric. Her jaw had a slight ache, and she could taste the metallic taste of her own blood.

As soon as she exited the elevator, she already was forgetting her problems. The night air was still warm, a slight breeze brushing through her wet mane. She was breathing quickly, still feeling a rush of energy and desire that she couldn’t quite place. Her thighs were still on fire. Even if she hadn’t wanted it from Octavia, her body still needed it.

Her consciousness snapped back to her. She had to be somewhere. ‘The club.’ She remembered. Taking off at a full run, she sprinted into the Canterlot night.

Octavia certainly wasn’t wrong. The HiFi club was built with no expense spared. Nestled in the most bustling part of Canterlot’s downtown district, the building exuded class. Vinyl walked past the main entrance, bordered by a long line of waiting ponies. A large bouncer earth pony guarded the main door, and nodded to Vinyl curtly. The mare walked around to the side of the building, finding the performer’s entrance. Barely knocking once, the door swung open, revealing a slightly annoyed Hoity Toity.

“Miss Scratch. So nice of you to show up.” He spoke sternly. “Of course, it would have been slightly more pleasant if you showed up more than fifteen minutes before we open.”

He stepped aside to let her enter. Lowering his head to inspect Vinyl as she walked by, he gasped slightly. “You aren’t really going out looking like that, are you?”

Vinyl wasn’t really paying attention. She was focused on the set in front of her. She stopped and slowly turned her head to Hoity, blurring her vision as she shifted her gaze. “Huh?”

Hoity looked nearly flabbergasted. “Your mane! Your hooves!” he said as he circled the unicorn. “You are soaking wet and tracking mud all over my new club. Just get into the dressing room and fix it. You go on in ten minutes.”

The white mare had a vague realization that some grey douchebag was yelling at her. Vinyl walked off to her room, her steps unsteady as she tried to adjust to the low light. Even walking on the street in the bright lights was a risky proposition in this state, and in the dark she was having trouble. “Whatever.” She mumbled as she entered the adjoining room, leaving a very pissed off earth pony in the hallway.

Staring into the mirror, Vinyl quickly did her best to fix her mane. She combed the tangles from the electric blue spikes, and brushed it over her face. Brushed the crusted blood from her lip off gently, and covered the gash with a lip liner. She had completely forgotten about the hooves. She admired her look once more in the mirror, as she pulled her shades over her eyes. “I don’t know what he’s even talking about.” She said to her reflection. “I’m fucking flawless.”

The club itself was done in all the latest styles. A large bar displayed various bottles of drink from across the country, lit by cleverly hidden lights in the wall. Sleek booths lined the walls, upholstered in black leather and adorned with aquamarine silk pillows. In the middle of the structure, the ugly beams holding the ceiling were concealed with gigantic pillar shaped aquariums. All manner of aquatic life swam in the clear water.

Hoity walked through the floor, doing one last check before opening. He waved a hoof at the three lovely mares he had hired to swim in the aquariums. Their rear hooves were inside a mermaid tail, simulating the seaponies of mythology. They dove in, gracefully swimming through the waters.

Everything was ready. He checked his watch, and motioned towards the two stocky ponies at the door to open for the night. In the back of his head, he was worried about his main performer. She was so different tonight then when they had met in the café. There was absolutely nothing he could do if she couldn’t perform though. He had no backup plans. Hoity hoped he hadn’t made a grave mistake.

Vinyl heard the ponies milling about inside the club. She heard a queue spoken from some unseen pony off to the side. She didn’t care one way or another. She focused on the lights of the club in front of her. Placing a hoof to her muzzle, she pushed her shades back against her face. Every inch of her coat tingled. She tensed her hooves, feeling the sensation of anticipation wash over her. It had been so long. Smiling broadly, she walked confidently out into the club floor.

The house lights focused on her stage reflected off her purple shades. Vinyl adjusted to the glare, and looked out into the club. The place was absolutely packed. Dozens of ponies had come to see her. The realization caused her to tingle in anticipation. She did a quick inventory of her gear. The unicorn couldn’t focus on anything she could see, but she knew all her gear by heart. A mere thought and her faithful synthesizer, mixer and turntable all responded.

She walked to the edge of her raised stage and addressed her audience. “How the hell are all you little deviant ponies doing tonight?” Some shouted back at her as she placed her large headphones on her head. “This is DJ Pon3 checking in for the very first night, mares and gentlecolts. I’m going to be assaulting your ears all night long. This is a very fancy night club, all my little ponies. Let’s shake it to the ground tonight!”

She cranked her amp to the maximum setting. Setting a familiar record playing, she expertly modified the bass, distorting it until she was pleased. She played with it on the turntable, adding sounds from an adjoining record. Blocking out everything else, she was amazed how easy it was to concentrate on the beats. It was as if she could create the sound but not even hear it. Her hooves expertly worked the turntables; bringing forth the rhythm she knew the crowd would respond to.

Vinyl Scratch must have been at it for hours before one of the waitresses poked her head over the stage and tried to get her attention.

“Hey!” the pink mare shouted at Vinyl.

No response. The DJ continued to feverishly work her instruments.

“HEY!” The mare waved her hoof. She eventually got the unicorn’s attention. She flipped a switch to loop the last minute of her set and stumbled over to the edge. She lifted her shades but didn’t respond to the waitress.

The waitress handed her a glass of water. “Hoity wanted to know if you needed a break. It’s been like eight hours.” The pink pony asked. Suddenly she noticed a streak of crimson forming from Vinyl’s nose and running down her muzzle. “Holy shit! Are you okay? You got something, um, right here?” The waitress motioned towards her own snout. Vinyl raised a hoof and touched the warm sticky blood running down her muzzle. She looked at it with unfocused eyes. Raising a hoof to her mouth, she tasted it, licking the entirety of her hoof, slowly, never taking her eyes off the mare. For eight straight hours her thighs had been throbbing. The bass didn’t help one little bit.

Vinyl smiled back at her. “I’m fine. It’s no problem finishing tonight, okay?”

The waitress merely nodded and went to inform Hoity.

The hours merely blended together for Vinyl. Between the lights of the club and the sounds, her body was working into an absolute frenzy. Rubbing her flank against the powerful speakers, she shuddered as the vibrations pulsed through her nethers. She never had gotten over the heat left inside her after leaving Octavia. She wanted to just touch herself and finish it, but there was no way to pull it off on the public stage.

Eventually the club died down. Three in the morning came, and most of the patrons had already left. Vinyl ended her set, concluding on a slow beat that gradually ended in silence. She smiled to herself as she realized she had just played her first night in the club. Looking around, she felt like it was her club now. The performance had made it hers.

She noticed something else. Two colts still sitting at the bar. She grinned to herself, setting her headphones on the turntable next to her.

Vinyl didn’t know who the fuck they were. There was a blue unicorn and a grey colt with a purple mane. A bit of conversation and they were already willing. They could tell Vinyl was far past the point of caring who was coming back to her room. And they weren’t about to argue when the attractive performer came calling.

The unicorn mare tossed her glasses onto her dressing stand. “So. Which one of my adoring fans is first?” Before even waiting for a response, she practically tackled the unicorn colt. She was working her tongue sloppily along his stomach, as he watched in disbelief as the aggressive mare worked at him. The combination of alcohol and surprise kept him flaccid, so Vinyl simply started attacking his sheath. She was nibbling on the sensitive flesh, coaxing the speckled rod to come out to her. She looked hungrily at the other colt, who was staring widely as he watched. Vinyl waved her plot in front of him, lifting the tail as high as she could. “You better dig in or I’m going to kick your ass out.”

The grey colt suddenly snapped out of his daze and stepped forward, smelling the intoxicating smell of the mare. Vinyl had been suffering nearly all night, and her slit was swollen as it dripped down her thighs. The colt reached his long tongue out and started lapping at the wet snatch feverishly.

‘Well he’s not experienced, but he’s enthusiastic.’ Thought Vinyl. She had wrapped her lips around the blue colt’s thick shaft. She took it deep into her muzzle, working her tongue expertly along the sensitive underside. As Octavia had guessed, years of playing bars had left her very experienced. She pumped her head back and forth along the colt’s length, each time playing her tongue in circles around the flared head when she reached it. The mare shuddered as she felt her first orgasm hit her. ‘It must be the drug.’ She thought after the wave of pleasure was gone. Everything during sex felt amplified. She hadn’t noticed it before with Octavia. But now she realized that rather than just a few zones in her sex responding to the oral stimulation, every nerve seemed alive and raw against his efforts. Even his hoof rubbing her exposed flank sent shudders to her very core.

The stimulation caused her to redouble her efforts on the blue colt. He didn’t last long. She felt his shaft twitch in her mouth, and buried her head to the hilt on his pole. He groaned as he thrust forward into her face, feeling her long tongue running over his balls as he climaxed. He shot his load deep into her throat, the mare greedily swallowing all he could give her. He fell backwards, completely spent after the night of drinking and sudden exertion.

Vinyl looked over her flank at the grey colt, a sheen of her juices still on his muzzle. Her vision was blurred, but she knew what she still wanted. He started looking slightly worried as she eyed him like a lion eyes an antelope.

Pouncing on him, she began licking his face roughly. She licked her juices off his muzzle, deeply kissing him as she did so. The colt didn’t know how to react at first, but the second time she worked her warm tongue into his mouth, he returned the kiss.

The white unicorn looked down, seeing his shaft poking her in the flank. She looked back at him, smiling wildly. Shifting herself on top of him, she poised the flared tip at her dripping cunt. She pushed back at him, working it inside. When the tip was buried in her, she raised her body off of him, and dropped her weight on the surprised colt. She was instantly fully impaled on his full length, and Vinyl started moaning and babbling incoherently as she fucked herself on the intruding object.

Lolling his tongue out in pleasure, the colt simply laid back and let Vinyl do the work. Her body was full of energy as she humped the colt, using him like a sex toy, gyrating around to force his shaft into all the right places. Vinyl was absolutely in a frenzy now. She looked down at the colt with a crazed look in her eyes.

“I wanna fuck you all night.” She cried between spasms. “Just stay here.” She panted. “Stay here with me.”

The colt probably didn’t hear her. The stimulation proved too much, and he thrust his hips suddenly as he finally climaxed around Vinyl’s twitching marehood. Vinyl felt the seed pulse deep inside her, filling her with a new sensation of warmth and pleasure. She gasped as she fucked herself against the colt fiercely, feeling her whole lower body suddenly tingle and give out on her. She could do nothing but hold herself rigid as her body spasms against the colt below her. Her mouth was locked in a silent gasp, her breath coming fast and shallow.

She came down from her orgasm quickly. Seeing the two colts now sleeping on the floor, she realized her own body was still energized. Vinyl had no desire to sleep or even rest. They felt like completely alien concepts to her. She stood up and looked in the mirror. Wiping a few errant splotches of colt seed from her muzzle, she gave herself a wide grin. She turned and walked towards the exit, her thighs still dripping cum onto the new floors. Vinyl walked out the back entrance and into the young Canterlot night.

Fancy Pants was in a foul mood. He had been attending a small party at a new associate’s lavish downtown penthouse, and had, admittedly, imbibed a few too many drinks. His gaze had found a young filly in the room, and he had made his suave advances on her. At least that’s how he remembered it.

In reality, he had openly groped the host’s thirteen year old daughter in a drunken fit.

‘Well she really did look eighteen to me.’ He mused as he stared out the window of his private carriage. ‘And they certainly didn’t have to be such prudes about it. Treating me like I had deflowered her in the middle of the room.’

He had left in a hurry, and gone to a small restaurant that only served the most well off ponies. His drunkenness slowly left him. And after a short foray into the bathroom, he came back to his table, snorting his nostrils violently and rubbing his muzzle with one hoof. Hopefully that would improve his mood tonight.

Fancy left a short time later. The restaurant had sated his physical hunger, but now he was in the mood for a different type of dish.

As he looked out the side window at the nearly deserted streets, he spotted a strange sight. It was well after three in the morning, and all the dolled up prostitutes would usually have either given up for the night, or were pleasuring some patron in a seedy hotel somewhere. But here was a lone mare, walking unsteadily, and obviously feeling very lonely indeed. Her tail was raised, nearly showing off her entire repertoire.

Fancy knocked on the wall of the carriage, and motioned for his driver to pull over and follow her slowly. As they neared, the white colt could see she had already had an interesting night. Her inner thighs were matted with cum, and her mane was disheveled.

“Well, a bit old and…used for my tastes.” He said to no one in particular. “But need makes slaves of even the strongest colts.”

He had the driver pull up next to the mare. Unlatching the window, he swung it out of his way. For the first time he got a good look at her. Fancy blinked, and then smirked to himself. He recognized her! It was the very mare that Hoity had been going on about earlier that week. Some artist specializing in electronic music or some such thing. Fancy never got into the stuff himself. But for the first time that evening he felt things were looking up.

“Vinyl.” He called through the window. She didn’t respond, just slowly kept clopping down the sidewalk.

Fancy smiled as the carriage slowly rolled alongside the mare. She truly hadn’t even noticed yet. They got closer to her, and he was almost able to reach a hoof out and touch her mane.

“Vinyl Scratch.” He said quietly, almost into her ear. The white pony stopped, and looked around, not realizing who could be calling her. Every time she moved her head, the world seemed to blur. She found herself staring at a posh looking pony in a sleek white carriage. Her head cocked to the side as she looked at him, dumbfounded.

Fancy chuckled. “Oh, I’m afraid you may not know me. I’m a good friend of Hoity Toity.” The unicorn colt was flashing her his best smile. “He told me all about you, my dear. Your unique music style sounds absolutely electric. Pity I missed your show.”

Vinyl wasn’t really paying attention. Her mind was completely clouded over by thoughts. Part of her screamed that this wasn’t right, that this colt was after her. No one rides around at this hour unless they are looking for something seedy.

Some voice in the back of her head wondered if he had any booze. She felt suddenly like having a drink.

Other thoughts ran through her mind. Maybe he had some fun drugs inside his carriage? He sure smiles a lot… Maybe he’s gay and he and Hoity bugger each other? Wonder what the inside of his carriage looks like? I bet he has a nice house.

Something else spoke to her. He’s a stallion. A rich stallion, with a lot of high end friends. He’d be a great fuck. I want him to fuck me. God I’m getting wet again. Vinyl realized she couldn’t think of anything else. This was the loudest voice of all.

“Miss Scratch?”

She shook her head slightly, and looked over at Fancy. Her face was flushing crimson as she thought about him. He was smiling at her again.

“Would you care for a ride? I simply can’t abide knowing a friend of Hoity’s would be walking this neighborhood at night. I insist you come with me.”

“Alright.” She mumbled.

“Ah, excellent!” He opened the door for her, and held her a hoof to help her inside. She accepted it, and hopped into the plush carriage. She seated herself on the red velvet bench, only slightly aware of the wet, cool feeling of her drenched flank rubbing against the smooth fabric.

Fancy frowned. ‘Have to remember to get that seat cleaned.’ He thought. But instantly he put his gentlecolt face back on. Grinning roguishly, he had a seat next to the mare. He placed his hoof on her thigh, inappropriately close to her snatch. “Now my dear.” He said, looking her in the eyes. “Where can I take you this evening.”

She thought of two places. One was the cold, uninviting apartment of Octavia. The pony also thought of her run down hovel in an abandoned barn. She wanted neither tonight. Vinyl leaned in to Fancy’s well groomed face. She could smell his expensive cologne. As she grazed his face with her own muzzle, she spoke softly into his ear. “Anywhere.”

Fancy’s grin widened. He knocked a hoof casually on the roof of the carriage. The driver looked back into the interior, and instinctively headed for Fancy’s mansion at the center of town.

Vinyl couldn’t remember much of the house. Fancy took her through quickly. He was leading her to a large room in the back. As they entered it, she saw the room was very different than the rest of the large mansion. The walls were stone, giving it the look of a dungeon. A large fireplace generated the only light for the space. There was a flat, padded couch in the middle of the room with restraints. Strange objects lined the walls. And the whole place had a weird odor about it. Vinyl felt the fear in the back of her head, but instead of following it she waited until it was washed away by her excitement.

The colt trotted over to a lush wooden bar, and fixed two simple drinks in tumblers. Vinyl greedily accepted hers. It was a top shelf brandy, but something was strange about it. She had swallowed it in one gulp, and a strange texture followed after draining the bottom of the glass. ‘Maybe it was drugged.’ She thought as she watched Fancy drink his glass slowly. ‘I guess I don’t fucking care.’

Watching the mare eye him hungrily in this room, Fancy found himself getting quite aroused. His member grew, and he made no attempt to disguise it. He kept his legs splayed open, displaying his full erection to the white mare. She didn’t need his consent. Dropping down to his crotch, she rubbed her muzzle tenderly along his length. Her hot breath excited him, as he pushed himself against her. She worked her tongue out and tasted him. Lightly teasing the whole length with the tip of her tongue, she looked up at him, nearly pleading.

“Come here, my dear.” He said softly, rising from the chair. He motioned over towards the bench in the center of the room. He drained his brandy and placed the glass on a wood table.

Vinyl looked at the bench apprehensively. It was definitely designed to immobilize whoever was placed in it. The entire bench was laid out to form a crude ‘X’, with padded manacles at each point. Fancy interrupted her as she examined it.

“You can have all of me if you lie down, Miss Scratch.” He motioned towards the bench. “I do promise you we will have a night to remember.”

The white unicorn found herself feeling apathetic towards the whole conversation. She just wanted to feel something again. Talking was boring. Her mind was fighting her actions weakly, telling her to get out of this place. To run.

‘Shut up brain.’ Vinyl thought. ‘We’re going in.’

She kept staring at the bench as she walked forward. Vinyl slid a hoof along it, as she lay down placing her 4 hooves where they should go. Fancy’s erection grew harder as he watched the unicorn actually start to buckle the manacles herself with her magic. He intervened, and fastened the last one on her forehoof. She looked up at him, her desire written all over her face.

With the mare immobilized, Fancy smiled as he took great delight in making her wait. She was obviously sensory deprived. He didn’t care what drug she was on. Not so long as he could use it to his advantage. ‘The dose of coke in her drink should give her a nice pick-me-up.’ He mused, as he shifted his eyes around the room. Although he was feeling better, and now was positively looking forward to things, he still couldn’t forget the embarrassment he suffered earlier. All those ponies staring at him. Like they had any right to judge him; one of the most powerful businesscolts in all Equestria.

He looked down at the writhing unicorn. Fancy wanted to hurt her.

Selecting two small metal clamps from the wall, he brought them near to him and held them in the air with his magic. He reached out a hoof, and ran it gently along the chest of the white mare. He slowly circled her flesh as he reached her stomach. Vinyl gasped as he played with her pert breasts. Fancy teased one and then the other until they were erect enough to cut steel. He reached his head down and gentled nipped one nipple with his teeth, bringing a sharp gasp from the mare.

The unicorn colt brought the clamps over. He placed them carefully over the erect nipples. Vinyl was enjoying the strange sensations of the cold metal on her flesh. Fancy smiled at her cute reactions to the clamps, and then tightened them both as hard as he could.

The white pony reflexively tried to close her legs to block the pain, but the strong shackles held her fast. She definitely felt the pain. But it was strange. She could go through it, pushing it aside. The pleasure rolled over her harder. She bit her lip, drawing a small amount of blood. Vinyl grew used to the sensation, her eyes wildly searching for Fancy Pants.

He was off to the side of the room again, in deep contemplation. As if he had suddenly come to some great realization, he opened a drawer on a tall cabinet. Fancy always hid his more intimate toys away. Even though this room was built for pleasure, he still was a unicorn with a high degree of class. He pulled out a small black dildo with an unusual surface. He ran his hoof along it and smiled to himself.

Fancy walked back to Vinyl. She was rocking her hips slightly, as if trying to shake off the tight clamps. The colt chuckled at her efforts. She strained her eyes to look at him. Part of her was screaming to pull the clamps off. But that voice was drowned out as she saw the colt approach her thighs again, and the anticipation of pleasure washed over her.

“Are you enjoying these, my dear?” Fancy stretched the clamps out painfully, then letting them fall back against her stomach. “I know I’m being just an awful host denying you from what you really want. Let me give you a small present to take the edge off.”

The colt held the dildo up for her to see. It looked strange to her. She didn’t have time to protest as Fancy held it up to her sopping cunt. He worked the tip in smoothly, but Vinyl’s eyes grew wide as it went further inside. The texture was difficult to describe. Its surface was something akin to sandpaper. Rather than sliding in easily, every single centimeter of the toy felt like it was catching on her delicate walls. When placed in such a delicate place, the effect was intense.

Vinyl cried out as the dildo went farther inside. Her vision flashed with bursts of electricity as the feelings of a pent up orgasm came to her. At the same time the pain in the back of her brain was wracking her senses. Fancy was having the time of his life. He played with her erect clit as he pushed the dildo in all the way. She was now positively thrashing against the restraints. His cock was leaking as he watched the drugged out pony in front of him. She didn’t even know what to do with the sensations coming at her. Fancy twisted the dildo, leaving it buried all the way. Each twist would bring forth small whimpers of pleasure and pain. He eventually stroked her clit hard and fast, pushing her past the brink. She convulsed around the black toy, her slit contracting hard around its shaft. It was a quick, violent orgasm, and left her gasping on the table. Even through the cloudiness of the drugs and the afterglow, she felt a burning inside herself as the dildo rubbed her raw every time she moved slightly.

Vinyl finally found her voice. “Take…take it out.” She said between gasps.

Fancy chuckled at her. “My dear, I thought you were a performer? Well tonight I am your audience. And I don’t intend to leave until I’ve had my entertainment.” He brought another clamp to hover beside him. Vinyl looked at it, wide eyed as she realized his intentions.

“N…no, don’t, not there, please, please, please….” Fancy ignored the mare’s pleas. His face was positively aglow as he lowered the clamp to her engorged clit. He fit it carefully around the small nub, and looked up into Vinyl’s face. She had stopped talking. Her eyes were as wide as he had seen. He loved it. Fancy turned the crank suddenly, pinching the small piece of flesh in the toothed clamp. There was almost no sound as he tightened it on, just the mare stiffening under the sudden pain. Her body was taunt against the restraints as the searing sensation jerked through her legs and body into her mind.

Vinyl had lost herself. She felt like someone had stimulated her beyond anything she felt before. Every slight motion of her lower body moved the clamp, pulling and stimulating her. She had long since pushed aside the pain. It was always there, and was worse than anything she could remember. In that moment, Vinyl just wanted the pleasure to keep flowing into her.

Fancy was now enjoying himself very much. The previous transgressions of the night were being quickly forgotten. He trotted happily around the bench as the white mare writhed occasionally when the clamp would shift. Every movement of course brought the rough dildo moving slightly, scratching her from the inside, and bringing new movements from her prone form as she tried to pull away from the pain. “Now my dear, I told you we would have fun tonight. I’ve given you four gifts and you have yet to give me anything.” Fancy placed his manicured forehooves on the bench, straddling her face with his crotch. The tip of his long black shaft loomed in her face. He pushed the tip against her muzzle, enjoying the feeling of her fine, felt like coat rubbing against him.

“Now, now my dear Vinyl, I’m afraid you’re going to have to…” Fancy concentrated his magic on all three clamps. He pulled them all at once, causing the mare to open her mouth wide as she gasped. “…open up. There’s a good girl.” He said as he shoved his member inside her mouth before she could react. Fancy pushed his shaft in deeply, bottoming at the back of her throat and causing the mare to cough and frantically shake her head. Vinyl was completely freaking out, with the mass of hot colt on top of her, and the large intruder cutting off her air. Even on a good day she would have found it disorientating. But with the drug cocktail in her, she felt like she might die each time he thrust into her.

Fancy was getting close. The sight of the mare fighting him as he dominated her completely was pushing him hard. He focused on her clamps, and pulled them as hard as could. Vinyl started thrashing and pulled her head way back, trying to suck in air as she gasped against the shock, but all she found was Fancy’s member, drilling deep into her as he found to his delight that he could deep throat her from this angle. Her eyes wildly looked around as she realized she couldn’t breathe. She could only see the underside of Fancy as he strained against her. He thrust twice and came deep inside her, his pent up load surging deep into her throat.

After a moment basking in the fierce contractions from the mare’s throat muscles, Fancy realized he had to pull out or may have to deal with a well fucked corpse inside his mansion. Those were always such a bother to handle, and it certainly would have ruined his evening. As he pulled out, Vinyl gasped and coughed alternately, her throat feeling raw from the savage treatment. As the mare recovered, Fancy retrieved his possessions. He undid the clamps, revealing raw, red flesh beneath the steel jaws. He pulled the rough dildo out in one quick stroke, bringing a cry from Vinyl. He undid the manacles and helped her to her hooves.

She looked at the colt as she got down. He still looked as posh as when they started, hardly a hair out of place. Vinyl felt ashamed suddenly, as she realized she still felt unsatisfied. Her whole inner thighs were on fire with pain, but she would have given anything for Fancy to just fuck her hard right there.

“Ahem, well then. Come with me, my dear.” He led her down the hallway. Vinyl still coughed occasionally as the colt’s seed fought to come back up on her. He opened a door to a well-equipped bathroom. “You may clean up in here. Please show yourself out when you are finished.”

She half entered the bathroom, and looked over at Fancy. She wanted to call him every expletive she knew. The mare was not so far out of it to realize he had just forced himself on her. But she also knew she had wanted it. Everything he gave her, she had really wanted. Maybe the old Vinyl wouldn’t have, but tonight she did.

She could think of only one thing to say. “Thank you.” She spoke softly, as she turned and entered the bathroom, closing the door after her.

Fancy grinned to himself, and turned on his hooves. He walked confidently up to his lavish bedroom, where he could quickly prepare for bed and still get to sleep at a reasonable hour. ‘Altogether a very enjoyable evening.’ He thought to himself.

Vinyl looked in the gold framed mirror. She looked like shit. Her face was flushed, streaked with tears and cum. The mare’s magenta eyes were red and sunken. Her whole complexion looked gaunt. Vinyl suddenly realized she had barely eaten anything all day.

Turning on the sink, she washed her face slopilly, missing most of the stains. After drying her hooves, she reached a forehoof back under herself experimentally. She flinched when she touched her abused areas, still burning from the clamps. A sudden anger came over her as she looked at herself. She hated what she had done. ‘Then why the hell am I thinking of going upstairs and letting that asshole fuck me again?’ She screamed to herself. She tensed her right hoof and brought it forward into the mirror as hard as she could, shattering it and denting the thick brass behind it. The falling shards cut into her white hoof, quickly staining it crimson. She felt the pain for but a moment, and then it was forgotten. She was staring at the shards in the sink, where dozens of tiny Vinyls were all sobbing uncontrollably.

Octavia was coming home after having lunch. She had been irritated when she woke up and found Vinyl was gone, but her morning had gone well and she quickly stopped worrying about it. She was certain the unicorn would come back after all.

She had met with an up and coming lounge owner whom had appeared genuinely interested in her music. She had played Élégie for them, and Requiem, two of her favorites. Octavia had known them for years through her family, and they had seemed very interested in seeing her again. She had been unable to hold back her smile as she walked home. The crowded streets and the bright sun didn’t faze her today.

The earth pony stood still, lost in her thoughts as the elevator silently crept up to her apartment. As she heard the bell ding, she stepped out and walked down the hall, head tilted downwards. So lost in her thoughts that she nearly stumbled over a dirty, blood soaked hoof draped across the hallway.

Octavia gasped as she realized that Vinyl was passed out in the common hallway. It appeared she had rested on the bench across from Octavia’s door, but had fallen out in her sleep. She now lay on her belly, splayed out in the hall, completely dead to the world. It was a miracle no one had run into her.

“Well it looks like my little pony has come back to me.” The grey mare smirked. “Oh don’t get up on my account, Vinyl. Here, let me help you.” Octavia nudged her head under the white pony, and slowly worked her way under her. She draped the limp form on her shoulders, carrying her inside, and deposited her unceremoniously on the sofa.

“Hmph, where have you been Vinyl. I need a shower after just carrying you.” Octavia said as she inspected the mare. She raised a rear leg and grinned when she saw the swollen nipples, starting to actually bruise. “Well, someone was certainly a busy pony last night.” She shifted her gaze upwards, and saw the streaks of cum on her face, matting the fine fur. Octavia moved her muzzle in closely, and smelled the unicorn deeply, feeling her arousal fire up as she smelled the aroma of sex on her. The grey mare leaned in and kissed her deeply, tasting her.

As she pulled away, her body was already feeling warm. She left the sleeping form of Vinyl to take a shower and decide what to do when sleeping beauty woke up.

Sarabande

Vinyl found she awoke altogether too soon. The lights were turned off in the room, and a golden light cast in from the window as the sun slowly set. She realized she hadn’t really slept. The usual comforting feeling of waking and being energized, stretching slowly to relieve the dull ache of sleep, it alluded her. Instead she felt like every nerve in her body was stretched. Her limbs were sore and shaking, and her throat felt like it was on fire. The pony’s inner thighs burned, both with discomfort and with an unsatisfied need. Dim light shone in her eyes, worsening her aching head. She looked for her shades, but found they were missing. Vinyl let her muzzle fall back to the couch with a dejected sigh.

Octavia heard the white pony awake, and walked into the room casually drying her mane. She wore a grim smirk on her face as she eyed the unicorn resting on her sofa. Without saying a word, she poured a glass of juice and took it to her. As she walked over Vinyl didn’t change her gaze; she continued to look out the windows as the small breeze rustled through the plants outside.

“Here. You need to drink something.”

No response.

Octavia sighed. “Look, you’re going to keep feeling like crap until you drink something and have something to eat. When was the last time you had a meal?”

Vinyl closed her eyes, and pushed her face into the sofa. Octavia’s smile suddenly disappeared. She walked over to the sofa, and sat down next to the other pony. Reaching out a hoof, she stroked her vibrant blue mane. She could feel Vinyl shaking. Her whole body was having slight tremors occasionally. The feeling was exciting to Octavia. She held her hoof on the mare’s shoulder, feeling the spasms course through her.

“Come now. Did you even have anything to drink last night?”

Vinyl shut her eyes tighter. ‘Well I did have THAT to drink.’ Her mind screamed at her as she recalled the time with Fancy Pants.

Octavia sighed and arose, walking out of the room. As she came back, she had a small first aid kit with her, and a wet cloth. She sat down again next to the trembling unicorn. “At least let me see that hoof, Vinyl. You’ll get it infected if I don’t look at it.”

Vinyl looked down, seeing her right hoof cradled against the sofa. It was caked with blood. She honestly couldn’t remember now. She moved it tentatively, as if confirming it was hers. She gave an annoyed snort, and turned on her side, extending the slashed hoof to Octavia.

The earth pony smiled as she gently cleaned it. The grey cloth was soon tinged with crimson, as she tried to clean the snow white fur. The gashes really weren’t that bad. She applied some cream to prevent infection, and left them open to the air to heal. As she placed the ointment back in her kit, Vinyl turned her head towards her and lowered her head, almost shamefully. “Thanks Octy.”

Octavia kept her face emotionless as she rose and placed the kit on the coffee table. “Please have some juice. You need to drink something.”

The unicorn looked over at the tall glass. It looked like the rest of the carrot juice. She did suddenly feel terribly thirsty. She concentrated her magic for a moment, grabbing the glass, and trying to slowly lift it. As it rose, she could see it wobble and shake, threatening to tip over and spill. She hastily changed her mind, placing it back on the table. A tear formed in her eye, as she jerked her head away from the glass, burying it in the sofa cushions.

Octavia watched the whole scene unfold with delight. She strode slowly over to the table, easily picking up the cool glass of juice. She took a small drink, watching Vinyl cover herself pitifully on the couch. She walked over and reached out a hoof, physically jerking her onto her back. She could see the mare’s face was streaked with tears. “Here.” Octavia forced the glass into Vinyl’s hooves. She stared at the tall glass for a moment, and then at Octavia as she stared down at her. Awkwardly, Vinyl brought the glass to her muzzle and drank deeply. She still trembled, and some of the juice spilled over and ran down her chin. The cool drink relieved the burning in her throat, and by the time she finished, she had to admit she felt much better.

She placed the empty glass on the table, and sat on her haunches, looking at Octavia as she stood over her. “What happened last night. You showed up in quite a state this afternoon.” Octavia said softly. “I was worried.”

“N…nothing really Octy. Just met some guys at the club. You know how it can be.” Vinyl tried to give her a defiant smile. It didn’t come out very convincing.

“Hmm. I see.” Octavia decided not to push it any further for now. She didn’t care one way or another. Vinyl was back with her, and appeared mostly intact. She glanced at the clock. “You should get up. You do have another show tonight.”

The unicorn’s heart sank. It wasn’t possible. It didn’t even feel like there had been any time since she played. The night and morning blurred together into one. She could remember what happened, but from the start to finish, it was almost like a few minutes had passed in her mind. But at the same time, she could see the time. She could see the setting sun in the window. There just wasn’t any way…

“I…don’t know if I can go tonight. Something’s not right with me.”

Octavia raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. “Really? What’s wrong? Do you want to go to the clinic?”

“No!” Vinyl found herself shouting with more anger then she expected. She lowered her head again. “I mean…no, I’m sure I’ll be okay. I just need to try to get some rest.”

Octavia seated herself at the head of the chaise lounge, to make sure the white pony could see her. She spoke in a slow, measured voice. “You really think you can cut out on your job on the second day? Hoity is going to have to scramble to get someone at the last minute. He won’t forget this. And what if the act he finds is as good as you? Or more reliable…” she trailed off slightly, watching for a reaction.

Vinyl curled her head in towards the soft sofa. She covered her head with a trembling hoof, trying to shield herself from the words.

“I stuck my neck out for you. Hoity is one of my good friends. I’m not going to have you make me look like a fool.” Octavia rose to her hooves. She moved with surprising speed for her refined looking exterior. She reached under the huddled mass of mare on her sofa, grasping Vinyl suddenly around her chest. She deftly flipped the mare out of the sofa, sending her crashing against the coffee table. Vinyl’s back caught the sharp edge, causing her to gasp in pain. She tumbled to the ground, the sudden movement causing nausea to roll over her. Holding back the dry heaving, she struggled to rise to all fours on the ground.

“Leave…leave me alone.” Vinyl gasped as she sucked in air between the heaving.

Octavia noticed her contorted motions as she struggled to hold back from vomiting. “Don’t even dare throw up on my floor.” Octavia said sternly. She grabbed the mare by the mane, ripping it violently as she dragged her to the bathroom. Vinyl cried out in pain as she felt the sharp pain in her neck. For the first time she tried to summon some magic to help her, but she was simply too exhausted. Any attempt to focus on Octavia met with a crushing feeling of overwhelming power. She couldn’t pick up a glass, let alone ward off the much more powerful earth pony.

Vinyl felt herself dragged roughly into the shower. Octavia placed her inside, and turned on the water at its coldest setting. The unicorn shuddered as she tried to escape the freezing water, but the design of the stall made it impossible. She eventually huddled in a corner as Octavia watched her piteously.

After what seemed like an eternity, the water finally turned off. Between shivering and the shakes she already had, Vinyl felt she had completely lost control of herself. She just curled into a ball, trying to maintain some warmth. She heard the wet splashing clops of Octavia as she entered the stall. Vinyl sheltered herself more, but all she felt was a soft cotton towel placed on her back. Octavia kneeled down and slowly and gently toweled off the white pony, leaving the warm towel on her back as she rose up. “Get up.” She said in a stoic voice. Vinyl obeyed without question this time.

The white pony was shaking as she struggled to her hooves. She felt like she had caught a bad case of the flu. She couldn’t control her shaking, until she felt the warm body of Octavia rest against her. Finding comfort in the sturdy pony beside her, she leaned in against her. Octavia supported her out of the shower, and laid her gently on her back on the large bed. Carefully she worked the large towel over Vinyl, drying her. The white mare felt every stroke of the soft cotton on her skin. Still in a silent agony after last night. Fancy had never thought once of her needs, and she had been left completely unsatisfied.

“Is that better, Vinyl? You were such a mess from last night, honestly.” Octavia guided the towel over the mare’s snow white thighs. The soft cotton loops rubbed roughly against her sex, teasing her. Octavia made sure she moved the towel back and forth to stimulate the pony as much as possible.

She leaned in closely to the white pony, never stopping her rubbing against the throbbing mare’s sex. “You know I can help you. I have everything you need. Just tell me what you did last night. And I’ll make you feel like a new filly again.”

She was beyond thinking clearly. Vinyl’s brain was contemplating two things at the moment. She realized she desperately wanted to feel filled again. Random thoughts of Fancy’s member, and every colt she had ever been with, flashed through her head. And another new thought bothered her. Vinyl realized she needed something to bring her back to normalcy. In her current state, the world was subdued and muted. When she looked out the window, the world felt muted and cold. The touch of Octavia massaging her seemed far away and faint. The pony tried to focus on the pleasure and the soft caress of her friend touching her, but found it was impossible.

She didn’t even have control of herself when she whispered. A request borne of pure need and lust. “I need something Octy. Something that will make me feel again.” Her gaze was wavering as she looked into those lavender eyes. “I’ll tell you everything.”

Octavia smirked slightly. “Hmmm. Whatever could you be after, my dear.” Octavia dropped the towel, leaving it draped lewdly across the pony’s nether regions. She reached under the bed, and produced her small white saddlebag. “Does Vinyl Scratch actually want something illegal? Something to make her feel all the things I want to do to her. Are you a dirty little filly, Vinyl?”

“Y…yes. I am. Please Octy. Something…please.” Vinyl was begging her. Her eyes shone with a true need, as her body tried to rub against the towel, extracting any pleasure she could find.

“Don’t worry. I’m going to help you out. Something that will make you feel right as rain.” Octavia selected a fresh syringe from her pack, and a small metal spoon. She took a vial of white crystals, and shook one onto the spoon. Adding a bit of water from her nightstand glass, she held it in from of Vinyl’s face, hypnotizing her with it.

“I need a bit of heat, if you could please.” She held the spoon on Vinyl’s horn, as if to guide her. Vinyl didn’t hesitate. She was fascinated by this new drug, and wanted it inside her. It was an easy matter to draw energy into her horn, and hold it, bringing a searing heat at the tip. Octavia smiled, holding the spoon briefly to speed up the process. When she was satisfied at the drug being dissolved, she placed a cotton ball in the spoon, and drew a small quantity of the precious liquid into her syringe. Holding it to her face, she grinned at her white victim. “You’re going to love this.”

She didn’t even feel the small needle jab. She knew it had happened though, as she watched the plunger depress in her arm. She panicked for a brief moment, her mind wildly contemplating the things that could happen to her. But it was brief indeed. Only a few moments later, her heart pumped with a renewed vigor. Vinyl felt a warmth pulse over her. All of her senses were coming alive at once, as if she was being born again.

The warmth of the room pressed against her damp body. All chills left her. She was calm now, and in control. She felt her body quiver, but this time she could control it. Every spasm seemed to check in with her, ask permission to make her feel like shit, and she denied each and every one. Raising a hoof to her face, she flexed it, feeling a new strength pulse through her. Her nausea disappeared.

All of a sudden she realized just how hot her nethers were burning. Octavia noticed her squirms, and chuckled at the cute sight.

“You were going to tell me what you did last night.”

The white pony looked up at her dreamily. She had a wide smile on her face. Her words came unheeded now. “Well. I fucked some random guys at the club.”

Octavia was getting deeply into this by now. She ran a hoof down the pure white thighs, pulling the towel off as if she was unwrapping a present. Her tongue lolled out and licked her lips slowly as she gazed at Vinyl’s swollen slit. “Then what?”

The mare was giggling slightly to herself, making coy attempts to push away Vinyl’s seeking hoof. She suddenly looked up at Octavia with wide eyes. “I met Fancy Pants!”

Octavia played her hoof gently along the slick opening. She circled the soft, pink clit, dropping a hoof to her own marehood to pleasure herself lewdly in front of Vinyl. “What happened with him?”

The mare sighed loudly as Octavia stimulated her clit. She spoke much softer this time. “He put weird, clampy thingies on my goodies.” Vinyl leaned, attempting to keep a secret even though they were the only two ponies in the room. “They hurt, Octy.” She thrust her hips into the grey mare’s seeking hoof suddenly, gasping at the pleasure. Vinyl smiled a goofy grin as she stared into space. “I did kinda like it though.”

Octavia smiled at her. “That’s because you’re a dirty little whore, Vinyl.” The mare pulled her hoof away from Vinyl’s wet snatch, bringing a look of disappointment. She rose to her hooves, and rummaged in her toy chest at the foot of her bed. “I was very upset you didn’t come back last night. You caused me a lot of worry. And here you were, out spreading your legs for any stallion you found on the street.”

Vinyl was having trouble focusing on words. She had known what she wanted to say a moment ago. What was it again? Her face frowned in an exaggerated manner as she remembered. “I have my own place, y’know! I don’t live here.” She seemed confused for a brief moment. “Do I?”

Octavia slammed the chest shut. Depositing some foreign looking objects on the bedspread, she looked at Vinyl with a measured gaze. “You do now. I’m selling that filthy place you were living in. You can sleep in my study. I think you will find living here in town much more…accommodating.”

Glancing over, it was difficult to tell if the mare understood her. Vinyl was on her back, staring at the ceiling, with a dreamy look on her face. Her right hoof was sloppily rubbing her cunt. Her left was just randomly rubbing her soft fur, bringing soft moans from the unicorn. Octavia took the dildo she had chosen from the small pile of toys. She made sure it was bigger than the one she had used the first time. Spreading Vinyl’s legs widely, she placed the tip against the mare’s dripping sex.

“So.” Octavia said softly as she circled the pink opening. “Which hole would you like first?”

Vinyl looked down at her, her face still stuck in a stupid grin. “Mmmm. I dunno. They’re both nice.”

“My choice then. And I think I want another shot at that tight little fillyhole of yours.” With little effort, Octavia popped the flared head of the fake member inside the squirming pony. The shaft went in effortlessly until she bottomed out at the mare’s cervix. But she still had two inches to go. Frowning, Octavia moved the dildo back and forth quickly, trying to breach the invisible barrier. All she succeeded in doing was driving Vinyl into a frenzy. The grey mare’s hoof was tickling Vinyl’s clit on every stroke. Combined with the violent thrusts, she felt as though her inner thighs were being gently kneaded from the inside. With no pain to distract her, she focused on nothing but the pleasure of her lower body, both inside and out, being touched and stroked.

Octavia was getting frustrated. The dildo was just too flimsy to penetrate any further in. Grumbling to herself, she tossed the sticky toy to the side, grabbing another device from her stockpile. She gazed on it lovingly. Only once had she tried it on herself; in fact the sensation was so intense, she had never brought herself to use it again.

But now she was glad she kept it. Holding the gleaming steel object up to the light, she made sure Vinyl could see it as she lay panting on the bed. Her eyes settled on it, but no words came from her mouth. Octavia took the opportunity to explain the toy to her.

“It’s a sound. Do you know what it’s for?”

The white pony was too far gone to respond. She took quick, shallow breaths as she tried to focus her gaze on the object. Octavia placed the thin metal device fully inside the mare’s snatch, lubricating it. The cold of the metal brought forth a sudden flinch. She smirked and brought the instrument up to the narrow entrance of Vinyl’s urethra. The sudden sensation startled the white mare, causing her to try to jerk away, only to find herself trapped in Octavia’s powerful forehoof.

Holding her down with her left hoof, Octavia concentrated intently as she worked the cold steel into her partner. “You should feel grateful. I’ve used this only once, and the pain and pleasure was so intense I put it away for good. In the state you’re in, I imagine this must feel indescribable.”

Vinyl could feel every centimeter entering her. Every second she endured the burning pain of the metal pushing into her, it was immediately replaced by a strange tingling sensation, a cool numbness that pulsed through her pelvic regions. As more entered her, every small twitch and quiver of her body moved the whole metal device, bringing new pain and bursts of red hot pleasure. Before she knew it, Octavia had buried all six inches of the sound inside of her, and was reaching for her discarded dildo.

She thrust it in fully without mercy. Nearly bottoming out, the plastic intruder pushed the sound roughly around inside her, as Octavia’s hoof once again brushed her swollen clit, still raw and red from the abuse she had suffered the night before. The grey mare picked up a swift tempo, a fiendish grin on her face as she felt the unicorn’s body contort against the strange sensations.

Vinyl found the feelings beyond anything she could imagine. Every inch of her tight hole felt electrified as the dildo plowed into her. The thrusts pushed roughly against the metal sound, nearly taking her breath away as the sharp pain pushed against her g-spot from the inside, quickly fading away into a pulsing feeling of warm pleasure throbbing through her thighs.

Her partner skillfully worked the fake member, spinning it in small circles, tickling her clit with each stroke. She could feel Vinyl’s breathing coming swifter. Octavia gasped as she thrust the dildo in as deep as she could, and switched her hoof to rubbing the mare’s clit viciously.

She couldn’t stand against it anymore. Vinyl’s entire lower body spasmed against the grey hoof, a look of pure joy washing over her face. “Ahhhh...ahhh…unghhhh.” Her moans quickly were replaced with cute, high pitched grunts as she orgasmed hard, pushing roughly against the sound buried inside her. Every contraction rubbed it against her raw walls. The pain pushing her into another orgasm, this one more intense and uncontrolled.

Losing herself completely, her bladder released, pushing the sound violently out of her. Vinyl’s excretions mixed with her second powerful orgasm, and she squirted a thin liquid out of her snatch, drenching the bed and one very surprised Octavia. The sound rolled to rest on the sheets, with the dildo flopping out of Vinyl’s snatch lewdly, dangling from her as it dripped her fluids onto the bed.

Vinyl settled back down on the bed, temporarily drained from the exertions. Octavia licked her marecum from her muzzle, smiling down at her. “I take it you enjoyed that, my dear.”

She wasn’t even looking up at the grey pony. Her eyes were frozen open, and her mouth was taking short little gasps. In her afterglow, she contracted hard against the dildo inside her, pushing it out and causing it to flop lifelessly against the bed below her.

Octavia licked her hoof as she looked down at the pony below her. She had gotten so wet working on that cunt. The earth pony felt herself needing some release. And a near comatose, drugged out mare was looking pretty godamn good at this point.

“You are such a dirty little mare.” She said, as she wormed her way along the white pony’s side, running a hoof along her coat, feeling her chest heaving from the exertion. She placed it over Vinyl’s chest, and felt her heart racing. Smiling, she moved further, caressing the side of the white pony’s neck, stroking her muzzle. She felt the shallow breaths on her hoof, and stroked her lover’s face, smoothing strands of mane from her eyes.

She could take no more waiting. Tossing a leg casually over the prone form below her, she ground herself into Vinyl’s mouth, trying to force it open. She sighed. There was almost no response at all. She sat there a moment, feeling warm gasps against her inner thighs. Octavia felt herself growing more annoyed. “I spent all the time getting you off, and this is the thanks I get?”

The unicorn heard a far off sounding voice. She attempted to focus on what was in front of her. Her eyes dilated, bringing the angered image of Octavia into focus. It felt as though it were a dream however. From her view, she saw the grey pony tower over her. ‘I feel like I’ve shrunk.’ She thought. ‘That’s not right, is it? Damn, Octy looks mad. What did I do now? Octy, I just wanted to make you happy…’ She couldn’t will herself to talk. Or had she said it already and didn’t realize? She didn’t know. All she was aware of was a sudden fierce, jarring sensation as a grey hoof hit her muzzle painfully.

“Stop making this difficult, Vinyl. I really don’t enjoy hitting you.” She grasped the pony by her neck again, trying to stare into her eyes and tell if anyone was home. Tossing her head back towards the pillows, she sighed. “Hmph. I hope I didn’t overdo it this time with the dosage. Although, I guess it really doesn’t matter.” She inched herself forwards again, grinding her cunt into Vinyl’s muzzle, cutting off her air. “I’m going to get what I want, one way or another.”

Vinyl could feel her head swim as she struggled for breath. Something in her mind finally clicked, and she knew what Octy wanted. Drawing out her tongue, she lapped at the soaking pony in front of her, causing her to ease up and let Vinyl breathe again.

“Ah…ah, there you go, my pet. Just like you did the other night, you little whore.” Octavia grabbed the electric blue mane in her grasp, and forced the mare farther into her. “Do it harder.” She moaned in a low whisper.

Her head was fuzzy and she couldn’t think of any one thing at once. But Vinyl could focus on one thing. She wanted to please Octy. Her whole world revolved around it at that one moment. She needed the grey pony. She wanted her. Flicking her tongue deeply inside the pulsing pony snatch in front of her, she dug as deeply as she could. ‘I hope you’re happy, Octy.’ She thought. ‘Please be happy…’

Octavia sighed as she felt the tongue inside her tease her g-spot. The mare had already been so close after working on Vinyl and touching herself. She just needed a little more. Pushing down on the white muzzle, she chuckled as she found that whenever she closed off the air supply to the pony, she thrust her soft tongue even harder, trying desperately to pleasure her mistress.

Vinyl could think of nothing else but the pony looming over her. A pony she considered one of her best friends. Something nagged her in the back of her brain about that. Telling her that what she was doing was wrong; that all of this was all wrong. But how could it be? Her entire body felt alive. Even now, she could still feel warm throbs of ecstasy course through her. Pushing her harder into her task. “Come for me, Octy. Please, I want you to come for me.” She whispered.

Feeling the unicorn submit to her fully was more than she could take. Octavia spasmed against the white muzzle of her friend, the seeking tongue of Vinyl lapping desperately for whatever small throes of pleasure she could bring forth. She continued even after the earth pony’s orgasm subsided, kissing her inner thighs and lapping at her sweet juices. Octavia fell backwards, letting the white pony continue to worship her marehood.

Coming down off her orgasm, Octavia looked down to see Vinyl rubbing her face against her thighs, a contented look on her face. She afforded herself a small smile. “Well, looks like you came to your senses after all. So tell me. How did you like the needle?”

Vinyl sighed to herself, flopping back against the thick pillows. “The what now?” She giggled. Her entire face was matted and glistening with Octavia’s juices.

“God you are sexy.” Octavia said, staring at the white pony slowly rubbing her hooves listlessly against the sheets. “I would love to continue this, my dear, but I need you to get up. You have a show to do. And I won’t have to disappoint one of my favorite clients.”

The grey mare dragged the unicorn to her feet, helping her into the bathroom. “I don’t think you want to go outside wearing my special fragrance all over your face.” She said, roughly washing the mare’s muzzle.

Vinyl giggled as the washcloth washed over her face. She still found herself unsteady on her hooves, but the feelings of euphoria flowing over her made her feel like she could do anything. The image greeting her in the mirror looked confident and ready for the night.

Octavia brushed her mane roughly, trying to get it to sit in its characteristic spiky look. It was harder than it looked. It didn’t help that the white pony thrust her neck up at the brush, apparently taking great pleasure in the simple act. Eventually she finished her work, pleased with the sight in the mirror. Her little lover was ready to go out for the evening.

The two entered the elevator wordlessly. As soon as the doors closed, Octavia broke the silence. “Now, my dear, I spoke with Hoity today and he was very unhappy with your demeanor last night. But it’s alright. I think we’ve reached an agreement that will make sure everyone comes out happy.”

Vinyl Scratch wobbled on her hooves. She tried to pay attention to Octavia talking, but it was too godamned boring. She started thinking about what she was going to have to drink that evening. All the drinks were on the house at the club.

“I’m going to meet you after your show ends tonight. It’s a Saturday, so you’ll be done at 1:30. After your show, we have a small social event to go to.”

Vinyl smiled towards the mare. “Mmmm. Sounds like fun.” She mumbled.

“Oh, it will be. You should really feel honored. It’s not every day that the most esteemed gentlecolt in Equestria wants to meet with a mare again. Hoity told me that Fancy Pants asked for you by name to attend one of his small get-togethers tonight.”

Something about that name registered with the white unicorn. But it was only a passing thought. She couldn’t quite place it.

After leaving the elevator, Octavia made sure her charge was safe inside a taxi this time. She wasn’t trusting to chance tonight. As she helped the white pony into the carriage, she held a hoof to her muzzle, holding her still. She reached over and kissed her deeply, taking a long enough time to cause even the cab driver to glance away in embarrassment. Vinyl didn’t resist at all, and returned the affection, trying to clear the fog from her mind as she enjoyed the intimate sensation.

Octavia pulled away, patting her on the head. “I’ll see you tonight, my dear.” Motioning to the blushing cab pony, the cart pulled away and lurched down the street. She smiled a smug grin, watching the cart head towards the HiFi club.

Standing alone on the street, Octavia felt a shiver pass through her. She felt sheer elation about the night in front of her. Soon she would have everything she wanted. Finally a place to play her music, not just the same old trash she regurgitated for the common masses. She would take her place as one of the greatest cellists Equestria had ever known. And all of it would be possible because of some college acquaintance she bumped into by chance!

She chuckled to herself about the irony of it all. Trotting back to her apartment, she made herself a glass of tea and set on a record of Élégie by Gabriel Foalré. One of her favorite pieces to play, she loved his interpretation of it. Settling back into her comfy chair, she thought about the evening before her. Almost unbidden, a grey hoof inched towards her thighs, lightly grazing her soft fur. She worked the tip slowly against her clit as she played the night’s scenarios in her mind.

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The world was a wonderful blur for Vinyl Scratch.

As she looked out from the cab window, she traced a hoof on the plate glass, trying to follow the lights of the night with it. She watched excitedly as the ponies on the street passed by, waving to a few of them absently. Her entire body felt warm, pulsing with energy. As she watched the night, Vinyl felt her body pulsing in tune with it. Trying to focus her mind was nearly impossible though. She knew she was going to work, but for some reason it was hard to place just what she was going to do when she got there.

At least that horrible itch in her nethers had been quelled. She rubbed a hoof over her marehood, sighing as she fell back into her seat. ‘Well, let’s not rule anything out.’ She thought. Suddenly the cab came to a stop, tossing the unbalanced pony to the floor in a pile. The cab driver opened the door to find a giggling unicorn lewdly touching herself. He coughed, averting his gaze. “O…oh! We’re here!” Vinyl tumbled out, thanking the cabbie. He shut the door, and turned to leave, having already been paid.

“Mr. Cab Driver!” Vinyl called out. He turned to look over at his tipsy passenger, only to see her mooning him, her tail lifted high in the air. “Want to come to my show?” She called out, laughing.

He looked over at her as she tried to find her hooves on the sidewalk. “Lady.” He yelled out. “Ya really need some professional help.” He rode off quickly into the night, leaving a slightly disheveled Vinyl Scratch.

Ignoring the looks of bystanders on the sidewalk, the white mare strutted inside, using the front door instead this time. Already one of the ponies from last night noticed her walk in, and poked her friend in the ribs excitedly. Their faces beamed as they walked over to the performer.

“See I told you she’d be back tonight, Minty.” The blue and grey unicorn said to her companion.

“Awesome show last night, Pon3!” The other aquamarine and purple unicorn held up a hoof.

Vinyl stared at it for a moment. ‘Was this a hallucination?’ She thought. ‘This can’t be real. Two ponies standing here, waiting for me, wanting to hear me. This is unreal.’ Her face lit up. Her eyes shone brilliantly as Vinyl lifted her hoof and bumped it against the other mares, winking at her. “Don’t worry girls. It’s gonna be even better tonight. You can count on it!”

As she walked through the club, she saw only approving nods and grins. Was this what it felt like to be somepony?

Vinyl hurried back to her dressing room, wishing she had her glasses with her. Mostly to hide her eyes welling up with tears. She was just so damned happy. A wild excitement was flowing through her. The unicorn knew she should be feeling only fatigue. But she found she couldn’t even concentrate on that. All she could feel was an uncontrollable sort of happy energy pulsing out of her chest. It was like Octavia sticking her all over again, but this sensation wouldn’t fade away.

She looked at herself in the mirror, brushing her mane back into spikes, and applying some dark pink eye shadow to cover for the missing shades. “Yah. I could definitely get used to this.”

Walking out past the curtain this time was beyond anything Vinyl ever imagined. She wasn’t afraid at all this time. She knew when she stepped out, everyone would be cheering for her.

They wouldn’t be ponies throwing broken bottles. They wouldn’t be shouting insults and slurs.

Walking over to her equipment, she placed her earphones on her head, holding her hoof in a familiar position over her well used turntable. Every motion for the night was laid out for her, in plain sight. She could see every beat in her mind. Fuelling herself off the crowd, she dropped the needle and flicked the amp on high. She felt the small sliders of her synthesizer as she grasped them with her magic, the familiar resistance as she moved and adjusted them.

Vinyl Scratch looked out over the club. She saw all the ponies watching her; saw the excitement and admiration in their eyes. The lights were almost so bright, that she had to squint without her glasses. As she felt the track about to start, Vinyl smiled a little grin to herself.

This was going to be the best night ever.

No pony that saw that show would have ever denied Vinyl any praise ever again. Her energy was boundless. For six straight hours she had played, never missing a beat. Even her fans were exhausted walking out of the club that evening.

And yet the white unicorn still seemed perky as she walked out the back door. High on her fans admiration and whatever the fuck Octavia was giving her, she walked unsteadily down the alley. Her fatigue was creeping up on her. Vinyl had reached the point where she started really wanting to feel tired but couldn’t bring herself to do it. It was almost as if a little motor was inside her, forcing her to continue moving about. Not entirely unpleasant, but somewhat unnerving.

She forgot all about it as she saw the familiar form of Octavia standing near the street, a black shawl pulled over her neatly trimmed mane. She glanced at Vinyl impassively. “Hello Vinyl. Have a good show, I trust?”

Vinyl threw herself at the grey pony, nearly knocking her off her hooves. She giggled slightly. “Oh it was only the best night ever Octy! You should have come. I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy after a show.” She nuzzled her friend closely.

Octavia turned her head away. “Well…I’m sure it was.” She walked slightly away from Vinyl, suddenly finding the direct contact with her unpleasant. “I hope you didn’t forget. We still have a small show to do. You’re not tired, are you?”

Vinyl laughed. “That’s one thing I’m not right now. Honestly I feel like I could do anything tonight.”

Octavia jumped into the carriage that she had waiting for her. She stuck her head out, smiling at Vinyl and beckoning her inside. “Good. Because I know this client is absolutely dying to see you again.”

As Vinyl walked over, she looked to see if it was the same cab driver. She seemed a bit disappointed that it wasn’t. The white unicorn hopped inside. “Sounds good to me!” She misjudged her jump, and slid against Octavia roughly. She looked over at the other mare with a silly grin, rubbing her face against her muzzle. “Mmm…where are we going?”

Octavia looked down at her friend, staring with wide, glassy eyes at her as she rubbed against Octavia’s fur. If they didn’t have a schedule to keep, Octavia would have loved to take her again, right there in the cab. But it was only a passing bout of lust. “I told you already earlier. Did you forget?”

She only received a blank stare from the white unicorn.

Sighing, Octavia gave her a tiny grin. “We’re going to Fancy Pants’ mansion my dear. You’re playing a short ‘performance’ for him tonight.”

Something tried clicking in Vinyl’s head. But nearly immediately it was drowned out by the sheer ecstasy of the night. She buried her muzzle into Octavia’s warm neck, rubbing the soft fur against her face. She smelled so nice. The longer she rested herself against the earth pony, the more distant the twinge of fear became.

Octavia merely stared out the window, deep in thought. Without even realizing it, she began stroking the electric blue mane under her with her hoof, bringing a slight sigh from Vinyl Scratch. They didn’t have far to go. They were already downtown, and Fancy Pants lived in the exclusive residential area near the city center. Hell, in some circles his house WAS the city center. The buildings outside were changing from high rises to large, stately mansions, mostly darkened this evening. Except for one. Towering above the neighboring dwellings, one loomed like an old ancient castle, the rough stone contrasting with the newer, neat structures around it. So unlike the other buildings in the area, it was a darker, gothic structure; almost seemingly built to keep ponies in rather than out. Even in the warm cab Octavia shuddered when she saw it.

The cab driver glanced back with a look of trepidation, but Octavia merely waved him on. The steel gate in front of the building parted noiselessly, swallowing the carriage like a gaping maw.

Octavia shuddered inside the cold rock walls. Even though the courtyard was done extravagantly, there was still some cold, menacing feeling that sunk in to her bones. The outside wall was far higher than it needed to be to keep common criminals out. The walls in front of the pony towered tall above, with small slit like windows; more at home in a medieval siege than the height of luxurious living.

She just wanted to get this over with.

Vinyl didn’t seem affected at all. She stumbled out of the carriage, bumping Octavia’s flank. She seemed to find this hilarious, and burst into a fit of giggles. The grey mare furrowed her brow slightly, and clapped a hoof on the other pony’s back, leading her to the door. Octavia glanced at the cabby to tell him he could go, but he had needed no incentive. He already had hooked back up to his carriage and sped out of the courtyard, thankful to be leaving.

The monstrous wood portal was simplistic in its design, but its purpose was obvious: to keep ponies out, or in, depending on the point of view. A rather oversized unicorn operated the door with magic from the darkness at the edge of the room, his gruff face barely acknowledging the two mares as they entered. Octavia tried to avoid eye contact as she walked quickly through, entering a large chamber.

“Octy! Lookit this guy! He’s bucking huge!”

Octavia shut her eyes in annoyance. She wished she could just keep walking, but she knew that was impossible now. Turning around slowly, she decided to just get this over as quickly as possible.

Vinyl had practically draped herself over the large, hulking guard. From the look on his face, it didn’t appear that he enjoyed it. The white mare poked a hoof along his broad chest, feeling his ample frame. “Ohh, he’s pretty strong! Do you work out a lot, Mr. Guard?” She giggled to herself as she measured his forelegs. The sudden intrusion into his space apparently was more than he could bear. The guard clopped a hoof down loudly on the stone floor, pushing Vinyl back. For the first time, Octavia could see him clearly, outlined in the light. The light yellow unicorn had a face crossed with two horrible scars. His face was a mix of intimidation and sorrow at the same time. His gaze alone caused her coat to stand on end.

“Please, you are expected in the ballroom. Don’t make the Master angry.” He said in a surprisingly soft tone. Although he did not advance on the two mares, he stood his ground, making it apparent their only path was further inside.

“Vinyl…let’s go.” Octavia grabbed the other mare firmly, pulling her down an adjoining hallway. The unicorn didn’t resist, she seemed far too captivated by the guard staring them down. Before Vinyl realized it, they had walked down a long arched hallway, entering a small waiting room. From the clamor overheard through the walls, Vinyl assumed it must be the ballroom. A small twinge of excitement pricked through her as she thought of going on stage once more.

The unicorn turned her head to talk to Octavia. It was then she realized it wasn’t her adrenaline she felt. Octavia drew her hoof back from Vinyl’s white fur, holding a syringe, shining in the light. She withdrew it and in a businesslike manner, placed it in a small case under her shawl. The earth pony didn’t raise her head at first. She found she was afraid to face the other mare.

“W…what was that?” Vinyl said in a panicked voice, rubbing the small of her neck where the needle had pricked her.

Octavia still was avoiding her gaze. She looked down at the floor, her normally confident stance looking shaky.

Vinyl tried to push through the haze she felt, as her survival instincts kicked in. She felt a strange fear welling inside her. She grabbed the earth pony with a hoof, grasping her mane roughly, pulling Octavia close. “What the fuck did you just give me?!”

Octavia looked her in the eyes, her gaze wavering. “It’s something to take your pain away. I just wanted to help you this one time, Vinyl.”

“What are you talking about? I’m fine…I’m not in any pain. I never felt better before tonight.”

“It’s not for the drugs I gave you. Please, just know I’m trying to help you. Just know I tried to help you this one time!” Octavia pushed her way out of Vinyl’s grasp, backing away.

The white unicorn tried to grasp at her again, but found her hoof found only air. As she looked at her limb hovering in midair, she suddenly became aware of how heavy her body had become. “Wh…what is…this…” As Vinyl talked, she felt her lungs turn fuzzy. Even breathing felt weird, as she struggled just to stay on her hooves.

Octavia backed away, a hurt expression on her face. For the first time what she had done was completely dawning on her. There was no way back now. She saw from the darkness behind Vinyl two shadowy shapes appear from the darkness. They were nearly twice as large as the small unicorn. Although, at this point, it barely mattered. A smaller shape walked behind them, obscured in the darkness.

The two large figures stepped into the light. They were both huge earth ponies, muscular and tall. They both sported no-nonsense expressions as they flanked the white unicorn, not particularly addressing her. It was more the look that an owner might give a disobedient pet.

“Octy.” Vinyl was shaking now from her exertions as she tried to stay upright. “Who…are these ponies?”

Octavia found herself unable to answer. Backing away, she stepped out of the light from the chandelier above them, choosing instead to hide herself in the darkness of the corner of the room. The third pony approached her. Clad in a fine silken tuxedo, his blue mane was carefully cut and styled, his impeccable appearance looking slightly out of place in the gothic mansion. He wore a large grin on his face as he surveyed the unsteady mare in the middle of the room.

“Ah, so our entertainment for the evening has arrived?” Fancy Pants said happily, his voice filling the room. He assessed the white unicorn for a moment, scratching his muzzle as he scrutinized her. “She looks as if she can barely stand, Miss Octavia. Are you quite certain she will be able to properly satisfy my guests? They can be so hard to please, you see.”

“I only gave her the usual dose, Fancy. She’s been up for almost two days straight. I couldn’t help that, if you recall.” She glared back at the colt. Fancy returned her stare, with his odd smile and piercing snow blue eyes. Octavia snapped her head away. She knew better than to question him, especially here.

“For your sake I certainly hope she can perform. I certainly have a distaste for her music, but I’m afraid this genre has become quite popular in the kingdom.” He walked slowly toward Vinyl. He eyed her closely, lifting her tail up playfully, flipping it over her back, exposing her. He chuckled at the sight. “Still hungry for it even now, Miss Scratch?” He reached out a hoof and drug it along the exposed slit, rubbing the mare’s juices along her flank.

Vinyl fidgeted slightly but found her body didn’t want to cooperate. She felt her tail move and her nethers become exposed, but when she tried to move it back, she found there was no response. She gave an annoyed sigh as she lowered her head. Even holding it upright was a struggle.

Fancy Pants seemed extremely amused with his new acquisition. “You really have outdone yourself this time, Octavia. I don’t know where you get these compounds but this is by far the most interesting one yet.”

The grey mare merely nodded slightly. “If you have my fee, Fancy, I’ll be leaving then.”

“Why in such a rush, Octavia? Are you certain you wouldn’t like to stay for this evening’s festivities?”

“N…no, I’m really not into that Fancy. I tried last time, it was just…strange.” She found herself stammering slightly, a rare occurrence for her. She had attended just one of Fancy’s parties before, and it was a moment in her life she tried to block out. The things she saw there should not be seen by anypony.

“Hmm, a pity.” Fancy turned to the mare, his smile immediately coming back on. “Well then my dear, if this is all you desire.” Fancy clopped a hoof twice on the stone floor, and one of his associates, an orange pony with a rather vicious scar on his chest walked forward, depositing a large sack of bits on the floor. Octavia walked forward, and flipped a small case towards Fancy. He caught it deftly with his magic, opening it. There were three clear vials and a clean syringe. Octavia picked up the sack of coins, hiding it under her shawl.

“Just give her a quarter of each vial every day, but no more today; she’s already had too much. She won’t sleep if you keep dosing her. If you need more…”

Fancy cut her off. “Oh, we won’t need more, Octavia.” He said, flashing her that same smile.

Octavia backed up a step, her blood running cold. She had to will herself to move under his piercing stare. “I…I’ll be going then. Farewell, Fancy.” She turned and started down the hallway. As soon as she broke from his gaze, she found it was much easier to move. Her hooves carried her quickly to the door. Never had she wanted to be out of this place more than this moment.

In the small room, the white colt paced slowly around Vinyl. He moved in close to her face, rubbing his muzzle along hers. He smelled her deeply. “Mmm, Miss Scratch, I’m so glad you decided to return. Did you know, that after our little romantic tryst, I mentioned your name to some of my colleagues, and they simply could not wait to see you. You may not be very famous yet, but I think you will find yourself very popular here.”

Vinyl was shaking uncontrollably. She wasn’t sure if it was the drugs or just her anxiety cutting through her like a knife. She tried to hide herself from this strange aristocratic pony. Burying herself in her front hooves, she cowered away from him, wishing desperately that he would leave. Suddenly she felt a sharp crack on her neck, jolting her upright.

Fancy Pants stood there, smiling. In his hooves he held an old leather collar and leash. The mare felt the smooth, cool strap slide along her neck. She felt the buckle catch. Hot tears streamed down her face. Blinking them back did no good; her emotions finally came crashing upon her, and she found herself unable to control her sobs. The leather leash was pulled tight, jerking her upwards. The mare had no choice but to obey.

“There we are, that’s a good girl. Now, we are going to go out and see your adoring audience. However, I must warn you, that any attempt to leave my party or insult any of my guests will be met with…some unpleasantness. I sincerely hope you will be a good little pony, Miss Scratch.” Fancy chuckled, pulling the leash shorter, bringing her close to him. She followed him, trying hard to concentrate on her hooves so she didn’t fall. As she left the small chamber, she became aware of more and more light streaming down the hallway. The murmur of many ponies talking echoed softly through the walls. Vinyl felt some desperate hope as she entered the grand ballroom. She blinked the lights from her eyes and saw her first glimpse of Fancy Pants’ party.

Immediately her heart sank into her stomach. The sight was indescribable. Before her were many of Canterlot’s elite, many ponies she had heard of and respected. They wore all manner of bizarre clothing. The mares sported tight fitting dresses of leather or tightly stretched linen, with tails restrained in upright positions, so that any passing pony could see their fully exposed sex. The males wore similar fabrics, however their erect members were displayed lewdly, sometimes with rings or other implements to keep them hard.

Almost inconceivable for the young unicorn, there were dozens of foals here too. Young colts and fillies, both were dressed in all manner of slutty costumes. She saw one young foal embracing an older colt in a full kiss as he fondled a hoof along her small breasts. Another colt had his muzzle hanging open in pleasure as a small filly gave him a hoofjob. Still other foals were chained to pillars in the great chamber, being submitted to all manner of depraved activities.

Vinyl tried to back away from the sight, but the leather leash snapped tight, jerking her back to reality. She looked into Fancy Pants’ eyes and saw a gleam of pure joy. “Welcome to my soiree, Miss Scratch. As you can see, everyone is already enjoying themselves.” He motioned towards an elevated stage, laid out with all the usual components the DJ pony usually needed for her shows. Although from a cursory glance she could tell they weren’t hers, and were purchased recently. She put up little resistance as Fancy led her over, and attached her leash to a ring in the floor. Vinyl reared her head back weakly, testing it, but the strap held solidly.

“And now my dear, I believe my guests would like some music. If you would be so kind.”

The white pony could already tell before even taking the stage this wasn’t going to work. Whatever Octavia had injected her with was different. She felt so heavy now. She concentrated on each hoof, trying to will the muscles and tendons to lift it, exertion evident on her face as she struggled to even reach the stairs. Vinyl wobbled slightly as her vision grew fuzzy. Struggling to lift her eyelids, she glanced backwards, only to feel the leash snap taunt. Fancy attempted to drag the unicorn onto the stage, finding she was more substantial than she appeared. Fancy Pants let out an annoyed grunt, suddenly aware that there were now party goers pointing at him. Laughing at his predicament.

Nothing enraged him more than when people laughed at him.

He flipped the leash to one of his earth pony cronies. “Hold this bitch down!” He snarled angrily. Deftly popping Octavia’s case open with his magic, he removed a syringe and began to fill it to the maximum dose. “I’m afraid I have no choice, Miss Scratch. No one makes a fool of me at my own party.”

He jabbed the needle into her flank roughly, grinning to himself as he felt the metal tip scrape against rough pelvic bone. Instead of the shriek he was looking for, all he got was a barely audible mumble. He twisted the steel needle in the smooth muscle, nearly shuddering to himself as he felt the tough flesh give way to the surgical instrument. She merely turned her head towards him, her unsteady gaze focusing on the shiny instrument burrowing around inside her. He became even more angered when he could get no response from the slumping pony. He narrowed his eyes, and depressed the entirety of the plunger deep inside Vinyl, giving her at least double the usual dosage. Vinyl’s eyes widened at the sight. She knew it was entirely too much. She tried to raise a hoof to pull out the offending syringe, but forgot her balance in the process, falling roughly on her side, nearly knocking the breath from her.

This didn’t seem to please the earth pony holding her leash at all. He jerked her to her feet by raising the leash, causing the collar to cut into her neck, choking her. Her hooves thrashed in midair for a moment, before he set her down, letting her find footing on the floor once more, coughing as she struggled to breathe. Even as she felt the pain in her neck and flank, she also felt the familiar warmth spreading over her. Only this time, instead of a wave it was a tremendous avalanche of sensation. Her hooves felt light again.

Fancy was walking around to her face now. She still was hacking slightly, trying to draw breath through her burning windpipe. He leaned in closely to her. She could smell the cologne again, the same from the carriage, almost overpowering now as he came in close to her face. “Now Miss Scratch, you are going to play for my guests. If you play well you may stay here in my mansion.” The filly’s heart suddenly sank at the prospect. She thought of the foals chained in the chamber. She was going to be here forever like them.

Fancy Pants continued whispering into her ear. “However, Vinyl, if you play poorly, you are of no use to me. And I’m afraid you’ll end up in the refuse, with my other useless items.” He smiled sweetly as he pulled his head away. The mare found her mind clearing entirely as the euphoric wave reached her face. Every time her heart pumped she felt more alive. Her senses became more acute than ever before, until even the air in the room became palpable. She was breathing shallow and fast as her rage welled up inside. She thought back to that room where he strapped her down, and did horrible things to her. The sickening look on his face as he drank in her suffering.

But more importantly, she remembered being in the shower with Octavia. Her vision was still blurry as hell and she wanted to pass out whenever she tried to focus on anything, but she knew it didn’t matter. Vinyl willed all the heat inside her to form as a spell, combining it with her own unicorn magic, not bothering to focus it or even direct it. Her horn suddenly pulsed with neon blue energy, concentrating until it appeared to be white hot. Fancy Pants had barely any time to react as his monocle popped from his face in surprise. He lunged behind his nearby bodyguard, the surprised earth pony looking on, dumbstruck.

The ponies in the front row were looking on with amused smiles, thinking the show was finally starting. Obviously this was some scripted event, perhaps to add some drama before this whore musician was defiled on stage. They laughed as Fancy played his part, darting behind his bodyguard. Nearly instantly however, the air around them began to feel warm. There were some hushed words of fright from the crowd. But they were all drowned out as a brilliant flash burst forth from Vinyl Scratch’s horn. She shielded herself from the intense heat, but the ponies around her were not so lucky.

The few in the immediate front row did not feel much pain at all, as the nerves in their faces were burned away. A sudden warmth could be felt on their hides, and as they tried to blink away the flash, several of them found themselves blinded permanently as the heat wave had burned away eyelids and toasted corneas like grapes in an oven. Those further out in the audience sustained some burns, but were left in a far better state, as their blindness was only temporary, caused by the intense light.

The bodyguard was by far the worst off. Completely unprepared for the blast, his hide was immediately charred on one side, his coat igniting and burning as it was blown from his body. The impact pushed him back a few feet, tossing the corpse on top of Fancy Pants, crushing him to the ground. The posh pony laid there, dazed, for a few moments. He had been badly burned on his lower body. His fine silken tux melted into his coat, causing further pain as he writhed on the ground. If he was shouting anything, it was impossible to hear above the complete chaos of the ballroom as those ponies not tied or chained to anything fled for their lives. Tormenting others was all good fun, but when a victim fought back to this extent, the upper crust of Canterlot appeared to decide discretion was the better part of valor.

Vinyl Scratch’s heart raced as she looked around. She never had conjured anything even remotely that big before. She saw the smoking corpse of the guard before her. Taking a step towards him, the first thing she felt was pity. Until she saw the charred leash, now laying limply in his dead hoof. She reached to her neck and unclipped it. The unicorn looked around and saw more bodies, some still thrashing on the ground, moaning in agony. She saw a mare with a smoldering mane, futilely trying to smite the flames out with her hooves. Gathering her emotions and thoughts together, the white pony pushed herself to look away. She had to get out of here.

The large chamber offered few clues on where an exit might be, and the chaos caused by the party goers stampeding out didn’t give the high strung unicorn much of a chance to think. She shook her head, trying to pull some sense together. Obviously the guests were fleeing. So that must be the exit. She jumped off the elevated stage, over the twitching bodies affected by the aftermath of her spell. Her hoof caught as she landed clumsily, causing a sharp stab of pain through her leg. The pain was nearly immediately dulled by the drugs coursing through her. She galloped towards the far arched exit, not even noticing the limp in her left front hoof.

At the far side of the room, Fancy Pants blinked the darkness from his eyes, only to be greeted by a wall of blackness in front of his muzzle. His nostrils were assailed by burnt horseflesh. He attempted to move a back leg, but found any small movement caused him searing pain as the burned and cracking hide split open. With a surge of anger, he lit his horn with a violent shade of red and flung the now useless guard from him, letting it fall against the nearby wall with a sickening cracking noise.

Pushing through the pain, he craned his neck to survey the damage. All the skin below his chest was a mess of burned fur and melted tuxedo. His perfect tail was singed nearly completely off. Gritting his teeth in anger, he realized he was in no shape to give chase, let alone stand.

A shadow cast over him as he was attempting to remove the remnants of his clothing. He snapped his neck around only to be greeted by his other remaining bodyguard, still rubbing his eyes as he recovered from the blinding flash. He was standing behind Vinyl during the blast, and seemed relatively unhurt. The muscled unicorn cleaned ash from his eyes, wiping a hoof across his scarred face. His name was Steel Hoof, just another son of a beggar that Fancy Pants had spirited away in the night. Fancy was the only father he had ever known. Like the rest of Fancy’s guards, he had grown up inside the mansion. And like all the rest, he was utterly loyal, completely sociopathic, and entirely without mercy.

“Boss!” He shouted, coming over and attempting to help the smoldering pony to his hooves. Fancy grimaced at the movement, and smashed a forehoof into the guard’s muzzle as hard as he could.

“Idiot! Don’t waste your time moving me. Go alert the other guards and tell them to fetch me a medic.” He snarled. “And I want you to lock this place down and personally find that bitch and kill her. I don’t care how you do it.” He managed a sly smirk even through the pain. “Have some fun with her.”

Steel Hoof wasted no time. He nimbly dashed off after the young musician, eager to fulfill his master’s orders.

‘This place is a fucking maze!’ Vinyl thought to herself. She had lost the fleeing crowd after they recognized her chasing them and had darted off, too fast for the crippled pony to chase them. Now she was left alone in some sort of large lounge, and the full effects of the massive dose Fancy had given her were overriding her adrenaline. It was becoming impossible to concentrate, and her whole body was starting to feel like gelatin, completely loose and wobbly. She felt so hot, and she couldn’t seem to catch her breath, struggling to take fast and shallow gasps.

A clattering of hooves could be heard coming through an adjoining passage. The echoes rang painfully through her brain. Her head darted from side to side. Somepony was coming. The mare picked a hallway and ran for it, trying to ignore her badly sprained ankle. Somehow this passage felt different. It was well lit, and there were many sitting benches arranged around her. It took a moment to register, but Vinyl recognized this place. It was the hallway she and Octavia had entered through. Or if it wasn’t, it was incredibly similar. A desperate stirring of hope rose in her chest.

A moment later and she saw it. The large, wooden doors she had entered through earlier. Only now, they were firmly locked. Her mind running wild with the implications of being imprisoned in this place, she desperately forced her magic against the door, testing the massive portal. It was as solid as the stone wall around it. Vinyl tried to concentrate, and slow her breathing. Closing her eyes, she tried to focus on the lock itself. It was so hard. Her body was nearly trembling from the effects of the drug, sweat beading on her coat. Her mind was becoming jumbled as she tried to picture the tumblers inside, directing her magic carefully as she readjusted them. The first tumbler clicked into place, and the unicorn felt a surge of pride as she started on the next one.

As she started to fumble with the second tiny tumbler inside the door, Vinyl felt a tight grasp of magical power around her back leg. She gasped quickly as her eyes shot open, only to see the world turn upside down. The familiar yellow coated unicorn with the scars greeted her again. The angered look on his face was the only thing she saw before he tossed her casually across the room with his magic, sending her skidding painfully on the stone floor, until she finally hit the far wall with a thud. She coughed slightly as the wind was knocked out of her, gasping as she felt a wet trickle down her flank where the ground had gashed her open. She tried to find her footing again, but forget her injured forehoof as it buckled under her weight, sending her to the floor again.

Steel Hoof advanced slowly, remembering fully what had happened to the other guard and to Fancy Pants. Although to be honest, this mare didn’t look like anything to be worried about. She couldn’t even stand up. “I’m going to make you pay for what you did to the Master, you little bitch.” He said in a low voice as he stepped towards her. The guard noticed Vinyl falter on her front left hoof. Smiling, he directed his magic, grasping it firmly, grinding the sprained joint painfully, jerking the leg away from the prone mare.

Vinyl felt a sudden stabbing pain, and then no more. Her left leg wouldn’t respond anymore. She looked down in horror as the guard bent it as an improbable angle. She wanted to look away, but found it impossible. The bone held briefly under the strain, then snapped abruptly, the ruined limb being forced back against itself under the sudden freedom. The magic released, and Vinyl jerked the limb back towards her, cradling it against her body.

“Oh, this is going to be fun, little Miss Musician.” Steel said as he formed his magic into a glowing yellow hammer. He was most proud of this ability. Amidst his training, he had found a predisposition to forming all manner of tools in midair. If he had not been taken by Fancy all those years ago, maybe he would have been a great carpenter or blacksmith. But none of that mattered now. There was only one use for his talent in this mansion.

Vinyl was seeing things in a sort of blurred slow motion. She saw the hammer coalesce in midair, feeling the fear as it moved towards her. Her left forehoof was numb and unusable. Inexorably her grip on reality was slipping quicker now as her brain filled with apathy to mix with her euphoria. Part of her saw that deadly hammer and wished for it to just come and finish it all. She didn’t feel the pain anyways.

And yet she still had some thoughts that burned through this haze. Vinyl still knew she wanted to be a musician. She still wanted to be famous. The mare had ever so briefly felt that warm glow that comes from being on stage in front of her fans. Once you feel that sensation, it’s impossible to forget. If she ever wanted to feel that again, she had to live.

As she looked up from the stone floor, everything became obvious. The room she was trapped in was the answer. These solid stone walls and floors would be perfect. As the hammer reared back to strike, she directed her own magic deep into the floor. She felt out the stones; good, thick limestone slabs. It only took the mare but a moment. She sent a pulse into them, rocking them sharply, her body vibrating as the waves shook the ground and turned the air in the entire chamber into a thick mess of errant sound waves.

Steel Hoof was caught completely unaware. The ground beneath him shuddered, and he lost his concentration on his conjured tool. He jerked his head around, trying to find the source of this sound. It was building on his skull like a crushing sphere of pressure. He reached a hoof up to his head in a vain effort to staunch the sound waves from his skull.

Vinyl gasped shallowly as she pushed all of her being into the floor. Her horn glowed vibrantly as she saw the glowing hammer dissolve above her, mere feet from her crippled frame. The exhilaration of escape coursed through her, and she doubled her efforts. Careful to shield herself from the effects, she turned the entire chamber into a shuddering amphitheater.

The yellow guard now staggered as the waves of sound almost became visible. He clenched his head tightly in his hooves, as he tried to shield himself magically, but finding it impossible to muster the will power to concentrate against the sound. A coolness dribbled down his upper neck as his ears began to bleed from the sheer pressure. He groaned as he dropped to his knees.

With a final push of energy, Vinyl directed the last of her energy into the chamber. Forming the lowest bass note she could, she drew forth a dangerous symphony of magic, musical energy. She watched as the guard’s eyes rolled back in his head, his muscular frame dropping to the ground as the sounds rapidly vibrated through his body. She felt small stones rain from above as the chamber practically shook itself apart. Dust filled the mare’s vision as she covered her head with her hooves, sheltering from the crescendo. The doors took the deep notes full force, groaning under the strain. Iron hinges groaned, the pins buckling under the tremendous force. There was a piercing groan from the oak doors as they buckled, the white pony curling up tightly against the destruction.

Coughing against the dust clouding the chamber, Vinyl could see a shimmer of moonlight breaking through the now ruined opening. She blinked the debris from her eyes, reaching out her good right hoof to right herself. All the muscles in her body felt loose and useless. Concentrating on her limbs, she willed herself to her hooves, shaking the small stones and dust from her electric blue mane. Curling her broken left hoof up against her, she hobbled out into the Canterlot night.

Gigue

Completely out of place in the posh neighborhood, a single white pony limped down the street. She was covered in dust, ash and blood, her once spiky mane matted down against her. The streets were completely deserted in the early morning. The far off sound of birds singing mingled with her awkward hoofclops, as she kept her front hoof cradled tightly against her body.

Vinyl Scratch had run as long as she could. Now her pace was slowed to a walk, her lungs straining to breathe as she coughed on bits of dust in her scratchy throat. Her body felt exhausted and tense all at once, as if her muscles strained of their own accord, moving her down the street as a pony marionette. She couldn’t seem to think of anything. Something had happened, and now she couldn’t use her hoof. That’s all that mattered right now. She also knew she couldn’t go back to Octavia’s. There was only one place that seemed safe right now.

She walked through the glitz and the glamor of downtown Canterlot. She passed the streets of respectable society and headed into the outskirts.

Vinyl saw the same streets with the broken bottles and refuse. She saw a familiar pony bum rummaging in a side alley. She came to a large stone block building. The sun was rising, hitting the stone face. Vinyl smiled a weak smile. It was exactly as she remembered. She staggered up the six flights of stairs slowly. The wooden door to her old apartment was open. Walking inside, she laughed. No one had even bothered to clean out her old crappy furniture. She limped over to her old couch and collapsed. As the sun shone brightly on her dusty coat, she instantly lost herself in a dream filled sleep.

“Miss Scratch!”

“Huh?”

“Miss Scratch! Are you telling me you don’t have your assignment done again? It was a simple task. All you had to do was write your thoughts on the prepared piece.” Her professor glared down at her angrily. “You didn’t even write one sentence, did you?”

“Well, I…”

A grey pony popped her head around the corner, looking into the class. “Oh, there you are Vinyl. Did you forget our appointment?”

The spectacled teacher looked over at the earth pony, perturbed at the interruption. “Ah, Miss Octavia, if you could wait outside for a moment for your friend. I’m in the middle of a discussion.”

Octavia looked at the teacher with little emotion. “That’s fine, Mr. Board. If you would just answer one quick question.”

“Oh?”

“My father says your latest paper was one of the worst things he’s ever seen. He wanted to know what I thought of it.” The pony smirked at him. “Mr. Board, what’s tenure? I’m afraid I’m not familiar with the term.”

The older pony coughed, clearing his throat. He was noticeably shaken. Vinyl just looked on in awe. “Well…that is, that’s another matter for another time, Miss Octavia. I think you and your friend should go out and enjoy the rest of the day. Give your father my best.”

Octavia smiled happily. “I will, Mr. Board.”

The two mares trotted out of the hall and into the sunny autumn day. “That was amazing Octy! I don’t know how you do it.”

“Hmph, I have my ways.” She smiled at the other pony, and touched her muzzle to Vinyl’s ear, nuzzling her side gently.

The unicorn blushed. “Well…thanks for the save, girl. I’m going to go finish this paper so Mr. Board doesn’t have my head. I’ll…see you tomorrow?”

Octavia winked at her. “Don’t worry about that old fossil. I’ll make sure you don’t even have to turn in that paper. My father is on the board, after all.” She bumped her flank into Vinyl’s, causing a slight gasp from the other pony. “Why don’t we go have some fun?”

“I dunno Octy. I got in trouble last time.”

“It’s alright. I’ll make sure nothing ever happens to you.” Octavia ran her head over Vinyl’s mane. She cut it so short this year. Such a turn on. “C’mon.” She galloped away, looking back suggestively. Vinyl looked at the ground. After thinking a moment, she chased after the earth pony.

Vinyl nudged the dorm room door open, immediately tackled by the more powerful grey mare. Octavia pinned her on the floor, her hooves holding down the unicorn. She reached down her head and pressed it against Vinyl’s muzzle, locking in a deep kiss, tasting the white unicorn’s surprise.

“We…we should probly close the door.” Vinyl said softly.

“Hmm. I spose.” Octavia smirked at her. Vinyl lit her horn and flung it shut, making sure the lock was in place.

“Now that we’re alone, you won’t need this, will you?” Octavia impatiently pulled at the other pony’s school uniform, a simple black blouse with matching skirt. “Why don’t you take it off for me?”

Vinyl hesitated. She sat up, feeling the earth pony’s eyes burrow into her. She saw that Octavia had already shed her uniform. “Octy…I don’t know if I want to again. Last time, I dunno, it was really strange. I just don’t know if I’m…”

The grey mare stepped forward, until her muzzle was next to Vinyl’s. She rubbed herself against the other mare, looking into her eye. “If you’re what?”

Her face lit up crimson, Vinyl Scratch pulled herself away. “I don’t know if I’m into mares. Last time you made me. You hurt me too…”

Octavia chuckled. “You silly pony. You’re already wet, aren’t you? Stop acting coy.” She reached a hoof down, and stuck it under Vinyl’s uniform, pressing it against her sex. “You know you want this.” Octavia reached back to her desk, and produced two tabs of paper on her hoof. “Here, try this.”

“I…I don’t know. Last time I missed a day of class. I nearly got thrown out of school.”

“Shhh. Do you want to stay in that class with Mr. Board? I’ll make sure everything is fine. Just try it Vinyl. I promise it will be fine.” Octavia leaned over and kissed her gently on the cheek.

“Okay.”

The tab dissolved completely on her tongue. Her whole being seemed to float away. It felt almost as if the sun from outside had reached in and consumed her. The room was gone. And so were her inhibitions.

She giggled as she directed her magic at her uniform, clumsily removing the buttons, one by one, and pulling it off her shoulders, exposing herself to the delight of Octavia. The grey mare jumped her again, feeling the powerful hallucinogen, burying her face in Vinyl’s furry chest. She started licking the mare all over, bringing forth riotous laughter.

She hooked a hoof under the black skirt, pulling it down. Vinyl gasped as the grey hoof found its mark, rubbing against her clit hard. Octavia clamped her legs together, gyrating her hips as her friend continued masturbating her.

“I…told you it would be good.” Octavia panted into her ear, nibbling on it. Vinyl looked down and saw her rubbing herself as she assaulted the white pony. She didn’t know if she liked this or not. Her whole body had become one huge nerve center, every action bringing a new pleasure to her brain.

The whole room was getting fuzzy. She couldn’t focus on what was happening anymore. All she remembered was the tingling feeling all over her body. The heat between her legs. She spread herself widely, thrusting against the grey mare.

Looking at the soft pink dildo Octavia had produced from her dresser, her brain tried to scream something to her. But it was lost as that oh so skilled hoof found her clit again. Her protests were turned into a low moan as she felt the tip of the fat rod enter her, finding no resistance in her slick cunt. She saw that grin on her friend’s face as she eased it upwards, felt the pain as it pierced her virginity. A few drops of blood stained her snow white coat as Octavia picked up her pace.

Her friend took so much from her that day as she was pressed down onto the thin dorm carpet. Vinyl could only vaguely remember the look of glee in her face as she took her virginity, and bent her to her will so easily. She remembered the feeling of helplessness she felt. She never forgot it once.

“Wake up.”

Her dream faded away. Somepony was yelling at her from somewhere far off in the dark.

“Wake up!”

She wished she’d go away.

“Wake up, damnit!”

A strong hoof shook her. The world came into focus slowly, the light now gone from her apartment. The passage of time was impossible to tell, if she had even been worried about it. She blinked her eyes groggily. She shifted slightly, and a spasm of pain shot through her as she twisted her now swollen broken hoof. “Ngghhhh!” she cried, the sudden pain surprising her. It sure hadn’t hurt that bad before.

With the pain as a catalyst, she found her senses coming to her suddenly, her sight clearing. Vinyl looked up and immediately recoiled against the couch. A grey mare stood over her, hooves crossed.

It was Octavia.

“Oc…Octy…” She said silently. Her chest welled with emotions. On one hoof it was the one pony she most wanted to see right now. But on another…all she could think of was killing her.

The prim grey mare stood expressionless. She wasn’t herself. Vinyl saw she looked so run down and helpless. She didn’t have her bow tie. Her shoulders were drooped and mane was unkempt. She looked as if she had been crying, her muzzle being streaked with damp rivulets. She looked deeply into her eyes, Octavia speaking first. “What have you done, Vinyl?” She couldn’t hold it anymore. She broke down crying in front of the unicorn, dropping to her knees. She pounded a hoof weakly against the couch. “Why did you do it? Why? I even tried…to help you!” All you had to do was…”

Vinyl reached out her good hoof, trying to touch Octavia’s. But the grey mare recoiled, her eyes flashing in anger. “Why did you leave me there Octy?”

Octavia glared at her. “You know damn well why. I sold you, of course. Hoity Toity, Fancy Pants, they all know each other. They’ve owned you the whole time. It’s not my business what they do with their property.”

“Sold…me?” Vinyl dropped her hoof down, her gaze wavering.

“Don’t act so surprised.” Octavia looked down at the dusty floor. “We both got what we wanted. I would have had my own place to play my own music. No more elevator music and meaningless drivel! You truly would have been famous. For a short while…”

Vinyl turned her head away. She couldn’t look at her anymore. “How could you do that. You used me…”

“Shut up!” the grey pony narrowed her eyes. “Don’t you dare say that! All these years that we’ve known each other, ever since the academy, you’ve owed me. I helped you pass your classes, called in favors with my father’s friends to get you out of trouble. And I never asked for hardly anything in return!”

Vinyl grimaced slightly in shame. “You used my body though. I never really wanted all those things we did…”

Octavia sighed. “Such a worthless thing. I could have had anypony I wanted. You were nothing more than a convenience.” Vinyl winced at that word. “You’ve always cost me, you ungrateful bitch. You cost me back then, and now you’ve cost me everything now. My father was thrown out of Fancy’s mansion last night. He’ll probly lose his job and his standing. He wouldn’t even talk to me this morning.”

She walked over to the window and gazed out towards Canterlot. “They called me today and told me I lost my job. Probly going to lose my apartment. You don’t just insult Fancy Pants and walk away from it…” She turned to face Vinyl, seeing the pony glaring at her from the sofa. “You know I really did try to help you last night. That shot I gave you should have dulled everything. You never would have felt…”

“Felt what?” Vinyl interrupted her. “Felt them rape me? Torture me? Kill me?”

“That…that’s not my problem.”

“Like hell it’s not your problem!” Vinyl hopped painfully off the couch. Every time she moved, her crippled limb sent stabs of white hot pain through her. She didn’t care. She limped over towards Octavia. “You sold me like a slave! Sold me to die!”

Vinyl could do nothing to stop the grey hoof as it struck her face, knocking her to the floor. She gasped in pain, coughing fitfully as she stirred up dust. She curled up reflexively against her broken leg.

“Look at you. A dirty beggar living in squalor. You’re no better than when I found you.” She walked over to her saddlebags, rummaging through them. “You cost me a great deal, Vinyl. That’s why you’re going to pay me back.” She brought out a shining syringe, filled with something.

Vinyl Scratch’s eyes flew wide open in panic. She scrambled with her good hoof, trying to drag herself away. “No…no…no….anything else. I don’t want it. Please. I don’t want any more. I never wanted it. Please…” She started sobbing as she bumped into the stone wall, pounding her hoof against it as she shook her head.

“This is something new.” Octavia walked over, and stroked a hoof down Vinyl’s back. She could feel the pony shivering against her touch. “You’ll like this. It’s something to make you forget.” She gently stuck the needle in the white pony’s neck, slowly depressing the contents. As soon as she felt the cold touch of the syringe, Vinyl stopped suddenly, frozen in place. Octavia kept stroking her back as she injected the entirety of it inside the pony.

The unicorn looked back at her in shock, obviously not understanding. “It’s simple. I’m getting out of here. I need to find someplace where no self-respecting pony would look. And of course, I intend to take all my most precious possessions with me.” She grinned slightly at the prone pony.

Vinyl felt a wave of fear pass over her. She struggled to her hooves, her eyes wide and panicky. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m going away to Ponyville, and I’m taking you with me. After all, Vinyl, I do love you in a way. You can be my slave there, just like you always were meant to be.”

A panic welling up inside of her, Vinyl staggered towards Octavia, her broken limb forgotten. “What do you mean? I’ll never go away with you! Not after everything you’ve done to me! I…I hate you!” She blinked her eyes trying to shoo away the tears as the sprang forth in torrents. She wasn’t upset. She was just happy that she could finally tell Octavia the truth.

“Well. It’s not really going to be your choice.”

“I don’t…I don’t understand…”

Octavia packed away her tools, securing her saddlebags. “I gave you something very special this time, Vinyl. I’ve been saving it. Usually ponies only take a very small amount, to forget their troubles or worries. But I’m afraid, in your state, with this high of a dosage, the results are going to be…profound.” She walked over, trying to comfort the now terror stricken mare. She stroked her mane softly, holding her up so she could gaze into her eyes. “Honestly, if you remember how to stand after this, I’d be surprised.”

Vinyl ripped herself away, falling awkwardly on her broken limb, squealing in pain as she clambered away from her old friend. “You…couldn’t. There’s no way you would…” She fell against the couch as a wave of euphoria flowed over her. It was a cold sensation, as if someone opened the door during winter. Combined with the warm sunshine, the sensation felt positively orgasmic.

Her eyes dilated, and all sense of proportion fell away as the room grew far away. The pain of her broken leg vanished thankfully. Tongue lolling out of her mouth, the events of the last night were gone already, and a sense of extreme calm and happiness flowed over her.

“Mmm, it’s good, isn’t it? Just wait, it gets better.”

Panting heavily, Vinyl rolled onto her side, no longer able to control her muscles. Her whole body went loose, and she was reduced to a puddle of pony on the floor. She stared at the sunbeams washing down on her from the open windows, illuminating motes of dust. Every mote that flickered and vanished, was another horrible memory that she forgot. The white pony sighed as she forgot how Octavia had sold her. She forgot being drugged and used. She forgot all the hardship in her life; how she had suffered and been used her entire life.

Her fond memories were vanishing too. There just weren’t very many.

The mare’s brain felt as fuzzy as her body. Any memory she grasped at floated out of her reach, denying her. She couldn’t remember what she had studied in school. Where she had lived as a child. She couldn’t remember what her favorite food was.

A silhouette passed into the ray of sun, and Vinyl could see a grey mare looking down at her with a stoic expression. She latched onto this memory easily. That first day of academy, when she had been so lost and alone. She was out of place among all the rich ponies around her, and no one bothered to help her. Breaking down crying, she remembered seeing that same grey pony walk up to her, with a very small, kind smile on her muzzle.

“Octy…” she whispered, her breath coming fast and shallow now. “I…loved you once. Did you ever…love me too?”

Octavia managed a small smile. “I did once too. Now, get up. It’s time to go.” She leaned down and took the limp pony on her back. She looked out the window one last time, watching Canterlot gleam in the early light. It was the last time she intended to see the city.

Encore

Octavia finally spoke. “My dear Vinyl, simply look at your state of affairs. You can barely keep yourself seated for my piece. Let’s go my love, you need your rest.”

They reached the top of the stairs. Vinyl Scratch did not need to think long on the matter. She did in fact need it. Every minute coming down was pure agony. She couldn’t function. She whispered in a hoarse voice. “Yes Octy. Please.”