Octavia took a sip of her morning tea, earl grey with just a splash of cream, enjoying the soft tranquility one could only find at that time of day. The drink was hot, smooth, and a perfect blend of spices and sweetness. Leaves rustled gently outside the kitchen window, mixed with the chirps and cheeps of birdsong. The gray mare had half a mind to retrieve her cello and add its low notes to the morning symphony.

Not five seconds after Octavia thought this then the peace was shattered by a loud, reverberating sound. Octavia imagined it to be close to the sound a machine might make if it was being castrated. It was in fact Vinyl's alarm clock, a necessary evil as Vinyl often slept like the dead.

The horrid screeching sounded again, irritating Octavia to no end. Thankfully, the sound was cut short as Vinyl no doubt gave the alarm clock a good smack. A minute or so later, a disheveled looking Vinyl stumbled into the kitchen.

The two mares could not be more dynamically opposed at first glance. Octavia was an earth pony, Vinyl a unicorn. Octavia's coat was a smokey gray and her mane charcoal black, whereas Vinyl had a coat like freshly fallen snow and a loud, electric blue mane. Octavia was the taller of the two by a noticeable amount, standing a full head over Vinyl. And there was their music as well. Classical for Octavia, and techno for Vinyl.

Of course, that didn't stop the pair from being in a relationship.

"Good morning, Tavi," Vinyl said, giving her girlfriend a rather wet kiss on the cheek.

A little too wet for Octavia's liking, but she kept her annoyances stamped down. "Good morning, Vinyl," Octavia replied, wiping her cheek with a napkin as discreetly as she could. "Sleep well?"

"Eh..." Vinyl shrugged, pouring herself a cup of coffee. Sloppily too, a few drops of the stuff running down the side of the mug. She drank it straight, which was something that baffled Octavia to no end. How anyone could enjoy such a bitter drink was beyond her.

"I could have turned off your alarm and let you sleep in," Octavia said, sipping her tea again.

"Nah, I need to be somewhere today," Vinyl said, yawning and putting her mug on the kitchen table, the spilled drops leaking onto the tabletop.

Octavia resisted the urge to grab the mug and wipe it and the table clean, sipping at her tea as she watched Vinyl pull a wrapped sandwich from the fridge. "Something urgent?"

"Nah, I just need to see Twilight about my pay for that gala thing," Vinyl replied as she sat down. "And I think she's got something else planned soon, so that's another gig for me."

She opened the wrapping on the sandwich and then, for some infuriating reason, began to pull the sandwich apart. She picked off the cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, and red onions, leaving them in a little pile in the sandwich wrapper. She then rolled all the meat together and began eating that, leaving the bread like a discarded shell in the wrapper.

Octavia's eyes twitched, but she kept sipping her tea, her blood simmering.

Vinyl finished her breakfast of just the meat pulled out of a perfectly good sandwich, beginning to crush up the wrapper filled with everything else when she hesitated.

"Oh, uh, hey Tavi? You want the rest of this?"

Octavia forced a smile onto her face and nodded. "Sure thing, Vinyl." She reached across the table and pulled the leftovers of Vinyl's frankly maddening breakfast over to herself. "Thanks," she added, unable to keep a very slight hiss out of her voice.

If Vinyl noticed, she brushed it off, grabbing her coffee mug and downing the rest of it in a few hurried gulps. There was a dark little ring of moisture on the table where the mug had been.

"Sorry to run off so soon," Vinyl said, actually putting her cup in the sink and offering Octavia an apologetic smile. "And I'm probably gonna be gone all day. But, uh, why don't we go out for dinner tonight? My treat."

Octavia nodded, her smile not having to be forced for a moment. "That sounds wonderful, Vinyl. But don't rush. Jobs like this for Princess Twilight are good for the both of us. I don't mind waiting for you."

"You're the best, Tavi," Vinyl said, giving Octavia a quick peck on the lips before hurrying for the door.

Octavia listened for the sound of the door closing before she allowed her smile to fall into a scowl. She quickly wiped up Vinyl's mess, tossing the gutted sandwich remains into the garden. Her blood was boiling something terrible. It didn't help that, in addition to Vinyl being out the door so quick, she had been 'too tired for sex' last night as well.

There was just something that needled at Octavia like nothing else that a horndog like Vinyl turned down sex.

Octavia finished off the last of her tea and went about brewing another cup. She wasn't going to get any real work done in her current state. She needed to work out her frustrations first.

And she knew just the mare to help her with that.

Rarity was confused.

This wasn't altogether strange, really. Almost a year into her Awakening, and Rarity's mind wasn't what it used to be. While she never considered herself especially bright to start with, even Rarity had to admit that so much time of focusing purely on cock and balls had an effect on her. Even still, her Goddess had trained her well enough to still understand one crucial thing: Obey your superiors.

That was why Rarity asked very few questions when she was ordered to dye her hair a shocking electric blue and wear this very particular outfit before visiting her dear old friend from college. That felt like a lifetime ago, and despite how much things had changed in their respective lives, one thing stayed the same; Octavia was calling on Rarity to gossip and complain about the ever-present thorn in her side, none other than Vinyl Scratch. It was nice, in a way, to remember the good times of her old life, and Rarity smiled pleasantly as she knocked on the door to Octavia’s strange, mismatched home. For a few moments, there was no response, and so Rarity gently knocked again.

“Just a bloody minute!”

Rarity was taken aback, but not because she had been spoken to in such a way. No, Rarity was used to that, relished that sort of verbal abuse. Instead, Rarity was surprised to hear Octavia, of all people, sound so aggressive and angry. Rarity had always known her friend to bite her tongue, to keep her anger and frustration well-restrained for the sake of polite conversation. If she was giving such abrasive responses to just anyone who happened to be knocking, then Octavia must have needed this vent even more than Rarity initially realized. Finally, after standing with equal parts concern, confusion, and intrigue for nearly two minutes, the door opened, and Octavia made her presence known.

“Oh. It’s you. Finally,” said Octavia. “I’ve been waiting nearly thirty minutes.”

“A thousand apologies, Ms. Octavia. It took a while to find the appropriate clothing.” Rarity turned on the spot, allowing Octavia to inspect her outfit; The shortest, tightest shorts in her boutique that strayed closer to being denim panties than legitimate outerwear, a pair of impractical, frankly ridiculous platform heels, and a sheer, fishnet crop top that left Rarity’s fat pink nipples perfectly visible to anyone who glanced her way for longer than two seconds. “It didn’t help that Goddess Twilight saw me in this outfit and saw fit to fuck my face.” Rarity giggled with delight, always beyond overjoyed to be used by such a superior specimen as her own Goddess. “Had to redo my make-up after that!”

“I knew it, I fucking knew it…” grumbled Octavia. “Cheating fucking whore…”

“Eh…? I beg your pardon?”

“Hm? Oh, right, nothing.” Octavia shook her head, then stepped aside. “Come on in, I’ll explain why I called you here.”

“I presume it’s about Vinyl again?” asked Rarity as she made her way into the house. Octavia was in charge of decorating the living room, which is why it was a subtle, classy affair, as opposed to the more in-your-face style of Vinyl’s furnishings. Part of Rarity, the old, dying part, appreciated Octavia’s choices as she watched the head of the household take a seat on the couch. “Come to think of it, I look a bit like Vinyl with my hair like this…”

“It’s always about Vinyl,” said Octavia. She gestured to the couch. “Have a seat.”

“Oh, no, thank you. I can’t. Goddess Twilight says animals like me don’t belong on furniture.”

“I see… Well, regardless, you seem to have been figuring things out. You were always one haircut away from looking like my lovely girlfriend.” There was a not-insignificant amount of bitterness to Octavia’s voice when she described Vinyl as “lovely”, something Rarity definitely noticed even if she thought herself too stupid and useless to do so. “And I thought that might come in handy today.”

“Oh?” Rarity said, clasping her hands in front of herself. “How might I be of service?”

Octavia blew out an angry puff of air. “I think you’ve heard me complain about Vinyl enough to understand how she can… irritate me.”

Rarity nodded. “She has a way of getting under your skin.”

“She doesn’t mean to. Doesn’t help I don’t say anything about it,” Octavia let out a sigh that was more weary than angry. “Vinyl makes me happy, truly. But sometimes I just want to slap the ever-loving shit out of her. But, good mares don’t hit their girlfriends.” A subtle smirk pulled at Octavia’s lips. “And that’s where you come in.”

Rarity tilted her head, not unlike a dog. “Whatever do you mean?”

“Listen, Rares, the bimbo airhead routine is cute, but I’m going to need you to focus for me on this one. I don’t want to blow up at Vinyl or scare her off by suggesting I tie her to our bed and whip her lily ass red. Which is why I had you dye your hair and called you here, see?”

Rarity nodded slowly. She would have spoken up and clarified that being an airheaded bimbo wasn’t a routine and simply who she was, but Twilight had explained to her quite thoroughly that she wasn’t to interrupt her betters.

“You… want to hit me instead of Vinyl?” Rarity asked, speaking slowly.

Octavia smirked. “That’s right. But, I’d like it more if you pretended to be Vinyl too, alright? If I wanted to smack around some whore, I could have gone downtown and picked up any old streetwalker. You look like her enough to make this really work.” Octavia hummed, touching her chin in thought. “We should have a safeword, though. I used to have a training dummy for this, but I sort of... broke it.”

“Oh, Octavia, there’s no need for that, I assure you,” Rarity said with a happy nod. “So long as you don’t kill me, there’s no need for me to interrupt your pleasure.”

Octavia raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure? I carry a cello around all day, if you recall, Rarity. Even if I don’t mean to, I could actually hurt you.”

A shiver ran up Rarity’s spine and she let out a happy, trembling sigh. “I am well aware, Octavia. But please, hurt me as much as you like. I have a high metabolism, so I heal quite quickly.”

Octavia snorted and shifted her legs a little on the couch. Her dick had twitched at that.

“Well, that… certainly simplifies things,” Octavia said, eyes roaming Rarity’s body. She was a little thicker than Vinyl and her tits a little bigger and her still rather posh voice a far cry from Vinyl’s more rough way of speaking. But she looked enough like Vinyl to trick Octavia at a glance, and that would be more than enough for what Octavia needed. Probably.

“Octavia?” Rarity said trepidatiously, pulling the mare from her thoughts.

“Yes?”

“I don’t mean to rush you, but…” Rarity bit her bottom lip and squirmed, bending her knees a little to make herself seem smaller. “Perhaps you could hit me? Just a little…”

Octavia laughed. “You really are eager, aren’t you?”

Rarity nodded rapidly. “The only thing I’m good for is being used for others’ pleasure. And I like to do that as often as I can.”

“Well, it is what I called you over here for,” Octavia said, getting off the couch and standing to her full height, towering over Rarity much the same way she did Vinyl. “Okay, I hope you remember those improv classes we took.”

“Of course,” Rarity nodded. “They come in handy when-”

Octavia slapped Rarity across the face. An opened-handed, full-force slap, the crack of Octavia’s palm against Rarity's cheek almost echoing around the room. Rarity gasped at the stinging pain, then moaned as the heat of it washed over her. Her legs trembled and her cunt clenched. Twilight always hit her best, but Octavia could give the Princess a run for her money.

“Nice of you to come home, Vinyl,” Octavia growled, circling Rarity like a predator. “You’re late, not that I’m surprised.”

It took Rarity a few moments to gather her thoughts and realize it was her turn to speak. “O-oh, I… I got held up… at the club. You know how my parties can…”

Rarity stood in front of Rarity again, eyes smoldering with barely contained anger. “Vinyl, I want you to listen to me very carefully. If I hear one lie, one fucking fib slither past your teeth, I’ll knock them out.”

Rarity swallowed thickly, her arousal managing to look enough like fear to keep Octavia placated. “I… I stayed for a drink, alright?” she touched her stinging cheek, suppressing a moan. “There were some fans and they… they wanted to buy me a few drinks so I thought why not. I just… lost track of time.”

Octavia snorted. Rarity was doing a piss poor job of imitating Vinyl’s voice, but having her looking like she did and cowering in fear was making Octavia’s pants tight. “Is that so? Just a couple of drinks? Nothing else?”

Rarity shook her head. “Nope, not anything-”

She stopped short when Octavia grabbed her nipple through her mesh top.

“Not a single thing, Vinyl?” Octavia asked, bending down so their heads were level. “You didn’t have a cigarette or bong hit? Didn’t let one of those fans eat your cunt or snort coke off your tits?”

Rarity took a shuddering breath. “N-no…”

Octavia began to squeeze and twist, eliciting a whine from the back of Rarity’s throat.

“For a mare who lies a lot, you are phenomenally bad at it, Vinyl,” Octavia said, turning up the pressure as Rarity’s poor nip. “One more time: did you fuck around on me?”

Rarity whined, losing herself in the moment and enjoying it a little too much. She remembered herself a moment later. “I didn’t do anything but drink, I swear.”

Octavia released Rarity’s nipple, making the unicorn whine a little more now that the pain and pleasure were gone. Octavia snapped her hand upwards, her fingers not quite a fist, hitting Rarity’s chin and making her teeth clack together and snapping her head back.

“I want to believe you, Vinyl. I so desperately do,” Octavia said, giving Rarity another backhand before she could even consider responding. “Convince me and I’ll stop hitting you.”

Rarity’s pain slut brain didn’t process much more than ‘I’ll stop hitting you’, which was the equivalent of threatening to take away her favorite toy. Rarity didn’t think before she answered, which was something that tended to get her into trouble anyway.

“Oh goddess, hurt me m—!”

Rarity’s begging for more abuse got her what she wanted, but not for the reason she wanted it. Octavia gut-punched the unicorn with significantly more force than her little love taps from before. The words died in Rarity’s throat as the air was driven from her lungs.

“Stay in fucking character,” Octavia hissed in Rarity’s ear before grabbing her by the mane and forcing the mare to look her in the eye. “I’m not going to ask again, Vinyl. Were you fucking cheating on me?”

Rarity was choking trying to gulp down air, but that wasn’t the only reason she was having trouble answering. She wasn’t exactly sure what sort of answer Octavia wanted to hear and it wasn’t like she could just ask for stage direction. The lack of an answer seemed to be cause enough for Octavia to give Rarity another firm blow to the middle.

Rarity's legs gave out and she crumpled to the floor, slipping out of Octavia’s grip and losing a few hairs in the process. She was on her knees now, her stomach none too happy about getting a hard one-two. She tried to stop it, but her efforts were futile and Rarity vomited some of her lunch onto Octavia’s nice wooden floor. Considering her lunch had consisted of Twilight’s cum, it wasn’t too messy. Still, that was her goddess’s cum she was wasting. She’d need to make up for that later.

“Fucking-!” Octavia said, recoiling at Rarity’s nerve to be sick on her floor. She stopped when she saw just what the unicorn had vomited up. Cum. “You… you cheating fucking whore!”

Rarity was wiping her mouth when Octavia grabbed her by her mane again and wrenched her head back to look up at the earth pony’s face.

“Too fucking tired for sex… I should have fucking known that the only way a mare like you would turn down sex was because you were getting it elsewhere,” Octavia snarled down at ‘Vinyl’. “Not too tired now, are you? It doesn’t matter. I’m going to get some fucking satisfaction no matter how you feel about it.”

Octavia brought her foot against the side of Rarity’s face, booting her over onto her tummy. Rarity coughed and wheezed, choking down air as she tried to force herself to her feet; She only managed to get to her hands and knees before Octavia delivered another kick, this time slamming the tip of her expensive dress shoes against Rarity’s cunt. She screamed as she crumpled, her vision going blurry from the pain. Rarity’s head fell forward, her hips staying up and leaving her ultimately quite vulnerable.

“There you go, show your ass,” snarled Octavia. “It’s what you’re good at, isn’t it? Go on, you’ll show your body to anyone who buys you a cheap beer. Pull down your shorts.” Rarity couldn’t choke out a response just then, some instinctive part of her frazzled brain compelling her to attempt to crawl away. She didn’t make it far before Octavia brought her foot down onto “Vinyl’s” leg, pinning her in place by the ankle. “Take off the slut shorts, because you’re going to hate what happens if you make me do it.”

As much as Rarity doubted that, the tone in Octavia’s voice made it very clear that arguing that point would be foolish, as would be anything but obeying the command given; With trembling, unsteady hands, Rarity reached to her waistband, not even lifting her face from the carpet as she undid her shorts and pulled them down the curve of her soft, jiggly ass. Unsurprisingly, given how much she had already been hurt, a thin strand of her own arousal connected the denim shorts to her puffy, sloppy, starving pussy.

“How many dirty knobs have you let into your twat today?” asked Octavia, very much so rhetoric in her questioning. She unzipped her fly to free her cock, and an impressive one, it was. From Rarity’s brief glimpse of her shoulder, it seemed almost comparable to her Goddess’ bitchbreaker, although she’d never make such claims aloud. As far as Rarity was concerned, no cock could compete with her owner’s. “You make me sick, you little cheating bitch. How long have we been together? Do you know how many people I’ve been with since we met? Just you. And you repay me by tossing your pussy from fanboy to fanboy?”

“T-Tavia, please…” It wasn’t entirely clear if this was Rarity begging for more or “Vinyl” begging for mercy, but the trembling sound of Rarity’s voice made Octavia’s fat cock twitch nevertheless. “I didn’t… I swear…”

“Hmph. I really wish I believed you, but you’ve always been a liar, Vinyl. Always been a nasty little hussy.” Octavia dropped to her knees, and roughly grabbed Rarity by the hips, digging her nails into her soft, alabaster flesh. “And if you don’t respect our relationship, or even your own body… Well, why the hell should I?”

Octavia brought the flare of her cock up, sliding it against Rarity’s lower lips for just a bit before setting her sights higher. She let out a satisfied little grunt, forcing her dickhead into Rarity’s tight, unprepared pucker. Rarity screamed in pain, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood and very nearly came just from the slow, dry insertion. It hurt so much that she couldn’t breathe, that her pussy twanged with need, and all she needed was a small push over the edge.

Luckily for her, Octavia gave more than just a small push, but a deep, harsh, unforgiving thrust into Rarity’s tight, quivering asshole. The whore gripped her like a vice while she worked her hips, and the shivering of her body and the sound of “Vinyl” crying out in pain only served to make Octavia harder. As her cock throbbed inside of Rarity’s tightest passage, Octavia grabbed a fistful of electric blue hair, able to thoroughly convince herself for a moment that it was truly the love of her life that she was drilling in this manner. If she had to choose a word to describe how it felt, the feeling of hurting “Vinyl”, of making “Vinyl” regret every second she ever stood out late with fans, the word Octavia would choose was “cathartic”.

If she could choose a second word, though, she’d likely land on “hot”. Very, very hot.

“Cry harder and I might forgive you for being such a slut,” grunted Octavia, slamming her hips into “Vinyl’s” quivering body. She yanked on that tacky neon hair again, arching Rarity’s back and forcing their eyes to meet. “Say you’ll never sleep around again.”

“I s-swear… I’ll never sleep around again…” sobbed Rarity, barely able to choke out the words on account of the blinding orgasm that descended onto her. Her cunt convulsed around nothing, hungry for a fat cock, and being denied something to fill her needy hole only turned Rarity on even more. “Fuck, it hurts so m-m-much!”

“Good! I want it to hurt! It’s what you get!” Octavia took deep, measured strokes, each buck of her hips slamming every single inch of her mare meat into Rarity’s poor, punished ass. “You never thought about me, how much it hurt to know you didn’t care enough to even fucking call when you were out! You never thought about how scared you made me when you don’t turn up when you say you will because you’re too busy doing blow and getting railed by strangers instead of coming home to the woman you love, you selfish, immature cunt!”

Rarity let out another shuddering sob, rocked by not just the physical pain, but the (manufactured) emotional trauma as well. Octavia's anger, her pain, her power, Rarity felt it in every thrust, every tug of hair, every scrape against her intestines. It was the most intense experience Rarity had in a while, if for the mental aspect alone.

"I'm sorry T-Tavia…" rasped Rarity, gripping the carpet tightly as she came yet again. She crossed her legs over one another, her body twitching and spasming in a complex cocktail of pain and pleasure. “P-please… I’m sorry…”

“You’re getting better,” grunted Octavia. “I almost believed you that time. Almost.” Octavia released her grasp on Rarity’s hair, and her face hit the floor with a thump. Now with her hands free, Octavia was able to grab Rarity’s wide hips tightly, a deceptive power in her otherwise elegant and delicate limbs. “Milk my cock and you might just convince me.”

Octavia dug her fingers into “Vinyl’s” shapely ass, scratching at her soft flesh with her fairly sharp fingernails and went to town. She drilled her ass harder and faster than ever before, piercing Rarity to her very core with each and every painful thrust. Rarity could feel every ridge and vein of Octavia’s thick meatstick violate her, raping her ass with the intent of turning it inside out. Octavia’s anger and intensity mounted as she neared her orgasm, each thrust somehow more savage and unforgiving than the last, until Rarity could feel Octavia’s flare nearly in her throat.

A low, gravelly growl left Octavia as she came, her already thick, hard cock flaring and pulsing as it dumped thick, hot ropes of cum into Rarity’s guts. Each flood of jizz was accompanied by a sharp buck of the hips and a satisfied grunt from Octavia, until, finally, she had filled Rarity’s hungry, whorish ass to capacity. With heavy, labored breaths, Octavia pulled herself from Rarity and stood up, watching as her cum leaked from Rarity’s gaping, winking hole.

“You’re very close, but I still need a bit of swaying,” said Octavia, giving Rarity’s fat, well-raped ass a kick. “On your knees. Show me how ‘sorry’ you are, Vinyl.”

With heavy, labored breaths, Rarity pushed herself up onto her knees. Her makeup was beginning to run from sweat and tears, but she didn’t look too worse for wear. Not yet. She stumbled, wobbling unsteadily on her knees, grabbing onto Octavia’s thighs for support.

“I’m so sorry, Tavia,” Rarity said, little pained gasps sneaking into her words. She was sounding a bit hoarser now, closer to Vinyl’s raspy voice. “P-please, I’m sorry…”

Octavia was breathing a little hard herself now. She’d had fantasies, hot and sweaty jerk sessions alone in her bed that forced her to launder the sheets and to shower afterward. But… to actually see, Vinyl—or a very close approximation of her—down on her knees like this? Begging for mercy even though she knew she wouldn’t get any…

It was enough to make Octavia swoon. She didn’t, instead remained standing tall and steady. Still... She licked her lips as her cock twitched, already stirring back to life in spite of her very recent orgasm.

Maybe it was that orgasm talking, but Octavia softened her approach. Just a little.

“Perhaps,” Octavia said, reaching down to tousle ‘Vinyl’s’ mane with what could almost be called affection. “But I don’t think you’re sorry. Not sorry enough. Not yet.” She grabbed the mare’s hair and, with something that was downright gentle compared to her earlier treatment, pulled Rarity’s head to her groin, pressing the unicorn’s cheek against her messy cock. “Clean me up. With just your mouth.”

Rarity took a deep breath of air, inhaling the smell of Octavia’s cock. Her natural musk was there, of course, but layered both with the familiar smell of cum and Rarity’s own ass. The aroma was heady, enough to make Rarity’s mouth water. She opened her mouth, ready to spit-shine the glorious marecock in front of her. But she hesitated. She was supposed to be Vinyl still. And Vinyl wouldn’t so eagerly suck that fat cock down her throat like she was starving, would she?

Recalling herself before she had awoken to her true self, Rarity put on a disgusted expression and put up a token struggle to pull her face away from Octavia’s cock.

“What? Th-that was in my ass! You can’t expect me to—”

Octavia’s grip on her hair tightened just enough to hurt and she forced Rarity’s face back against her cock, grinding the length of meat against the unicorn’s nose. Rarity’s cunt clenched.

“I expect you to do as I say, Vinyl,” Octavia growled, gripping her "girlfriend's" mane a little tighter. “Sorry I don’t always smell like a basket of fucking roses, love.” Octavia’s cock throbbed against Rarity’s face, growing back to full hardness with every passing second. “Where the fuck did you pick up standards, Vinyl? Was the cock you sucked on the way here nicer than mine?”

Rarity swallowed thickly, knowing better than to say yes. Granted, saying yes might earn her an especially vicious beating, but as much as Rarity wanted that, Vinyl wouldn’t, now would she?

“N-no,” Rarity said, taking another deep breath of Octavia’s wonderful aroma. “I’ll do it. P-prove how sorry I am.”

“Less talking, more clearing,” Octavia said in a tone that could charitably be called civil. She loosened her hold on Rarity’s mane, just enough for the unicorn to work.

Rarity parted her lips and stuck out her tongue, running it along the side of Octavia’s cock. She could taste everything, herself included, the flavors dancing on her tongue. Octavia’s dick throbbed powerfully against Rarity’s lips and tongue, heat radiating off it, its scent and taste overwhelming Rarity’s senses. She tried to play the reluctant slut, cleaning her girlfriend’s cock out of fear. But she couldn’t quite stick the performance, lapping a little too eagerly, huffing excitedly as she licked Octavia clean and made her cock shine with saliva.

Without being ordered to, Rarity angled Octavia’s flared between her lips, sucking the mare’s cock into her mouth. She managed to suppress a moan of delight at the feel of such thick, hot, and weighty meat in her gob, even though she could only shiver at the thought of what Octavia would do to her as punishment for fucking up the roleplay again. Blacken both her eyes, crack a few ribs, face fuck her senseless? Don’t threaten Rarity Belle with a good time.

Octavia moaned as Rarity took the cellist’s dick into her mouth. Octavia had always been nervous about getting blowjobs from Vinyl. Not that she didn’t want blowjobs or that Vinyl’s prowess at dick sucking was lacking. There was some part of Octavia terrified she’d lose herself in the moment and push things too far, getting one-time satisfaction and driving Vinyl away. But, she didn’t have to worry about doing that now, did she?

“Fuck… lick my balls, Vinyl,” Octavia said, resisting the urge to force the unicorn’s head down on her dick herself.

Rarity was no stranger to a ball-licking command and she already had a good idea as to what Octavia wanted. Vinyl might not have been so quick on the uptake, but Rarity had a feeling Octavia might not notice the discrepancy. Rarity relaxed her throat and dove forward managing to cram a good bit of dick down her windpipe before her gag reflex kicked in. She choked a little then backed off, not far enough that Octavia’s cock left her mouth, but enough to give her some breathing room.

Rarity pushed herself forward over and over, getting a little further down with each try. She shifted her grip, grabbing Octavia’s ass through her pants and pulling the cellist’s hips towards her with each dive of her head. Eventually, Rarity’s persistence paid off. With a wet, gagging glck, Rarity, at last, managed to swallow Octavia’s schlong, pressing her lips to the mare’s groin and slipping her tongue out to take a swipe of the cellist’s balls.

Octavia groaned and hunched over, pressing Rarity’s head down and spurting a bit of precum down her throat. Rarity moaned happily around her throat-full of cock, the vibrations getting her another healthy spurt of pre. Octavia gasped and pulled Rarity off her dick by the unicorn’s dyed hair, stings of saliva connecting Rarity’s lips to Octavia’s flare.

Rarity panted, her cunt wet and aching to be touched, drooling arousal onto the floor while Octavia held that fat, delicious cock in front of her face. It took a few seconds for Rarity to remember she was supposed to be in character and she scrambled to say something appropriate.

“There, all clean,” she said, her voice even rougher than before, so close to Vinyl’s that Octavia had to remind herself which mare she had kneeling before her. “D-do you believe me now?”

Octavia almost nodded before she caught herself. Her cock was throbbing painfully and her balls churred with another thick load of cum. And there was one more thing she desperately wanted to do to her dear, sweet Vinyl.

“Oh, I believe you, Vinyl,” Octavia said, bending down and smiling at the mare at her feet. “But my dick don’t.”

Octavia grabbed Rarity’s sides, easily lifting the mare up and tossing her bodily onto the couch. Rarity let out a gasp at the rather soft impact, further disoriented when Octavia grabbed her shoulders and pulled her over to the side of the furniture. Rarity found herself with her head hanging over the armrest, looking at an upside-down Octavia as the cellist undid her belt and let her pants fall around her ankles, fully freeing her cock.

“I can’t tell you how much I’ve wanted to do this, Vinyl,” Octavia said, giddiness seeping into her voice and she rubbed her cock over Rarity’s face once more, letting it go past the mare’s chin and down to her collarbone. “From the minute I saw you, the cute little punk mare with her loud music and spunky attitude. I just wanted to take you home and fuck you until one of us passed out. Or maybe just until I did.”

Rarity shivered, the prospect of Octavia doing to her face what the cellist had previously done to her ass almost enough to make her cum on the spot.

“And you’re you just so fucking infuruating too. Sometimes I wonder if you’re doing it on purpose,” Octavia said, leaning as far forward as she could, letting her balls sit on Rarity’s nose as she reached down to grope the unicorn’s tits. “I bet you want me to hurt you, you fucking cunt. I bet you get off on getting slapped around and treated like my own personal fuck toy.”

Rarity nodded rapidly, inadvertently rubbing her face against Octavia’s sack, all pretense of playing a part dropped as she was teased with one of her favorite things. She mumbled her agreement into the sweaty flesh.

“Shhh, don’t try to talk,” Octavia said. She gave Rarity’s tits a sharp slap and then pulled back, making sure to drag the length of her cock over slut’s face once more. “Save your breath, love. You’re going to need it.”

Rarity took shuddering breaths of air, knowing she really should be heeding Octavia’s words but too worked up to actually do it. Octavia snickered and took Rarity’s face in her hands, pushing her thumbs and forefingers into the unicorn’s mouth and forcing her jaw open. She forced more of her fingers in, almost like she was trying to make Rarity swallow her hand. Rarity couldn’t speak to the why of it, but she remained still as Octavia explored her mouth with strong, slender fingers.

Once Octavia fingers were thoroughly wetted with spit, she pulled them from Rarity’s mouth and stroked her cock with her hand, slicking it up. Keeping Rarity’s jaw open with her other hand, Octavia lined her cock up with the wet hole, pressing her flare against her toy’s lips. Rarity twisted her head a little as Octavia’s hand shifted from her face to her neck, trying to assist Octavia in getting the cellist’s cock inside her mouth. The flare popped inside with minimal difficulty, as before, and Octavia wasted no time in trusting her hips and ramming the head of her cock against the back of Rarity’s throat.

Rarity gagged, but Octavia wasn’t going to pull back and give her space to get her bearings. Octavia gripped the edge of the couch with one hand while the other latched onto Rarity’s throat to hold her steady. Octavia bucked her hips once, twice, thrice. And on the third thrust Rarity’s throat yielded to the spear of meat currently piercing her body. With a hrk, Octavia’s flare popped past the entrance to Rarity’s throat and bulged her neck with its girth. The cellist shifted her grip to the fuck-slut’s tits and began to indulge herself.

The sounds of agressive, none-too-gentle face fucking soon filled the livingroom. Octavia had to fight for every inch she pushed past Rarity’s lips and down her gullet, but the battle was wonderful. Rarity’s neck bulged obscenely with the distinct outline of Octavia’s cock, flesh straining to contain the beast. The unicorn choked and gagged, her throat spasming around the intruder. Octavia pounded her dick deeper, stretching out Rarity’s throat, pushing her flare past the unicorn’s collarbone and down deeper into her body.

Rarity couldn’t give reason to the feeling, but it felt like Octavia’s cock was bigger now than when she had deepthroated it minutes earlier. Maybe having some degree of control made the pillar of mare meat seem not as big and easier to swallow. Cocks did always seem bigger when they were raping her face or any other part of her.

With a happy hiss Octavia bottomed out in Rarity’s throat, feeling the mare’s nose against her ballsack once more. She twisted one of the mare’s nippes between her fingers, delighting in the way she felt the throat around her flex and squeeze in response. Octavia pulled back, extracting inches of dick from Rarity's mouth and bringing with it plenty of spit and throat slime, which naturally dribbled over the mare’s face. She stopped at the halfway point and forced her cock back down Rarity’s barely willing esophagus, an unbidden moan coming from her own throat.

Every impact of Octavia’s hips against Rarity’s face made the mare and the couch she was sitting on lurch forward and then get dragged back for the next thrust. Octavia’s balls beat out a steady tempo slapping against Rarity’s face and forehead, leaving a nice little imprint for all to see. Octavia’s mouth opened and her tongue lolled out as she ravaged Rarity’s throat, the power trip of using a pony’s throat like a fleshlight with little care or concern for their well being feeling just as good as the silky muscles squeezing her cock. It might have felt even better.

But, as much as Rarity did enjoy being used like a toy bought on discount, her body had it’s limits. Her vision was swimming, darkness eating away at the corners as the lack of oxygen began to catch up with her. She had a feeling that, even if she did the unthinkable and made some sort of signal to stop, the cellist wouldn’t. She might not even notice. So, the only solution was to assist Ms. Octavia in reaching her climax.

Rarity wrapped her own hands around her neck, feeling the cock plunging down it though her skin. She squeezed and rapidly moved her hands up and down, jerking Octavia off through her throat. She heard Octavia make a surprised ‘ooooOOOO!’ sound, but it was muffled by the roaring in Rarity’s ears.

Octavia hunched over Rarity and slammed herself balls deep in the mare’s mouth once more, letting out a growling grunt as she came. Boiling hot cum shot through her cock, spewing from her flare so hard it was almost painful. She came directly into Rarity’s stomach, the foal batter audible squelching as it landed. Rarity’s belly was filled in an instant and the excess cum shot back up her throat, spilling out of her mouth around Octavia’s dick, more coming out of her nose.

Octavia humped Rarity’s face a few more times as she emptied her balls completely into the mare. At last, she straightened up and pulled back, slowly dragging her still hard cock out of Rarity’s throat. Cum and spit came with it, slopping over Rarity’s face when the flare came free of her lips, leaving her even more a ruinous mess than before. Octavia stumbled back and leaned on one of the arm chairs for support, panting happily, her cock twitching and dripping onto the floor.

“Apology accepted, Vinyl…”

Rarity desperately swallowed down the thick, viscous cum clogging her windpipe. She might have cleared her throat faster by spitting, but she would never disrespect one of her superiors like that. She managed to clear the blockage and at last gasp down merciful lungfuls of air. Air that was thick with the smell of sweat and sex, which just so happened to be Rarity’s favorite kind.

“God, I needed that,” sighed Octavia, fanning herself with her hand. “Your acting needs work, but your throat was excellent.”

“H-happy to help, Miss,” coughed Rarity. She grinned deliriously, running her hand down her middle and sliding her fingers into her snug little cunt. “So very happy to help…”

There was a bustling sound on the other side of the front door, the clink of keys sliding into locks, and the door soon blew open. Through the entrance came Vinyl, a visible bounce in her step as she all but danced into the house, swinging her hip into the door to shut it. She smiled to Octavia, waving an envelope through the air as she approached her girlfriend. If she noticed the cum, drool, and various other slimy fluids coating Octavia and Rarity, she didn’t think to mention it just then.

“Hey there, hot stuff,” said Vinyl, raising the envelope again. “Guess what I’ve got?”

“You told me you were going to Princess Twilight’s to collect your paycheque,” said Octavia. Vinyl tossed the envelope to her love, who opened it and nearly keeled over from shock. “Fuck me, love, that’s a lot of zeroes… And she meant to write this? This isn’t some sort of clerical error?”

“She really liked what I did for that party, so she wanted to sign me on a more permanent basis. And that’s just the signing bonus, I’ll be making even more in a few months.” Vinyl grinned, flicking her shades up to her forehead to look Octavia in the eye. “We can finally afford that vacation house you wanted!”

“Vinyl, that’s amazing! You really did come through on this.”

“I know it’s been… Rough, lately. Between us. I’ve been busy working, and I know I can be hard to live with sometimes. Maybe a lot of times.” Vinyl crouched down beside Octavia, pecking her on the cheek. “And I haven’t exactly been giving you the attention you deserve. Honestly, I don’t know why you put up with me… But it was all for this. Now, I can focus on you, on us. I wanna work on that album together, like we always talked about, and with this money, we can build a whole new studio together.”

“Vinyl, you know I don’t care about the money…” sighed Octavia. Now that she had gotten some of her frustrations out, it was hard for her to even recall why she was so cross with Vinyl in the first place. It was obvious that the love was there, and Vinyl always worked her ass off to make things happen for the two of them. “I mean, it’s certainly a benefit, but it’s not about that.”

“I know, I know. But, hey, this is a good step in the right direction, right?” Vinyl grinned as Octavia gave a tiny, somewhat begrudging nod. “Hey, you know I love you, right?”

“Of course, Vinyl. I love you too.”

“Then let’s get the hell out of here for the weekend. Run away for a few days, just like we used to. Just you and me, a little bit of the bubbly, and a nice hotel room we can ruin together,” said Vinyl. Almost in spite of herself, Octavia smiled and nodded, leaning in to give Vinyl a deeper, more substantial kiss. “Rad. I’m gonna go cash this at the bank before it closes, so start packing.”

Vinyl jumped up and all but ran for the door, stopping with one foot on the threshold of the exit. She froze, her brain seemingly rebooting as she slowly marched backwards to the center of the living room. She looked to the left, to Octavia, then to the right, to Rarity’s messy, ruined face, and tilted her head in confusion. Octavia grit her teeth in preparation for the incoming, and perhaps well-deserved, eruption from Vinyl.

“Hey, Rares. You dyed your hair?” asked Vinyl quizzically. She gave Rarity a thumbs up. “Lookin’ good. I really dig it. Anyway, see ya.”

Without any comment on how rough Rarity looked, or the fact that the culprit was surely the woman with her cock out just a few feet to the left, Vinyl left for the bank. Octavia shook her head and snickered before, with a taxed sigh, she stood up and tucked herself back into her pants.

“Thank you, Rarity. I really do feel better, now that I got all of that toxic frustration out,” said Octavia. She patted Rarity on the cheek, recoiling as her hand came back sticky with tears, running make-up, and throat slime. “Blegh. Would you mind cleaning up before you leave? I really should get ready for my trip.”

Rarity sat herself up to survey the scene, taking note of the drool, cum, and vomit that stained Octavia’s carpet. Considering the size of the musician’s cock and the ferocity in which she used it, Rarity reckoned it could have been much, much worse. She fingered herself to the memory with one hand, using the other to salute her friend, her superior.

“Consider it done, Ms. Octavia.”

Author's Note

This chapter was a collaborative effort between myself and my good friend TheWraithWriter. Go give him some love