shitty octascratch might delete later idk

Vinyl Scratch was getting fucked so hard in the bathroom stall her bones were creaking.

She’d braced herself against the grime-encrusted toilet, her face reflected back at her in the filthy water below. Her glasses were askew; tiny droplets of blood dribbled from her nostril and the corner of her mouth. They fell to create tiny ethereal roses in the foul murk below.

I’m not getting to heaven. The thought drifted into her mind as she blankly locked eyes with her off-chartreuse reflection in the water below. Each time her partner slammed into her, a few new dribbles of blood shook loose from her mouth or snout. I’m not even going to go to Hell.

A gryphon rode her. Vinyl couldn’t exactly recall what he looked like. It didn’t matter to her.

Death won’t be much of anything at all.

“Fuck me,” she growled, voice gutteral and grotesque. She didn’t care if the gryphon heard her; she was filthy, raw, and her voice reflected that. It was one solace, one companion, one little light in the night. And she could swing that light now, at anypony—anycreature—like a flaming sword, cut down anything in her path and set fire to everything around her.

“Come on, you’re not even trying,” Vinyl gasped at the gryphon as the barbed spines on his cock gripped and tore at her insides. She felt a warm drip of liquid down her leg, and she truly wasn’t sure whether it was blood or piss. Her clit gave a pitiful throb. “I can still talk. Bet you’d really like to shut me and my fucking annoying voice up right about now.”

“I actually kind of like it,” the gryphon said. Vinyl couldn’t see it, but he smirked, and his wings rustled.

“We’re already fucking,” Vinyl grunted. “You don’t need to flatter me.”

The gryphon let out a laugh, a harsh chirp. It pierced Vinyl’s ears, the sound brutal and chilling.

Obviously, she came.

“I mean it!” The gryphon thrust into Vinyl, who let out a weak hiccup as her shades danced on her muzzle. “It’s got a raw grittiness to it.”

“Must remind you of your sister.” Vinyl’s voice was a deadpan.

The gryphon smirked. “Well now, don’t get rude. Just because I’m being nice and fucking you gently now...”

“Oh come the fuck on, don’t try and pull any teasing crap with me right now,” Vinyl said, rolling her eyes. “You probably wouldn’t know rough sex if it came up and hoofed you up the ass.”

“And you think you would?” Vinyl did not enjoy the condescending snark in the gryphon’s voice at all. He really was an entitled piece of shit; didn’t he know who she was?

Well, duh. The real answer was it didn’t matter.

“Smash my fucking face in,” she growled so low it hurt her scarred throat. “Slam it off the bowl and make me swallow every single one of my fucking teeth.”

The gryphon cocked an eyebrow, his thrusts slowing. “Damn. You really are looking for... that, aren’t you?”

“I knew you were a pussy,” Vinyl shot back, trying her absolute hardest to inflect true venom in her voice. “All you griffons half are, anyway.”

Another harsh chirping laugh. Vinyl grit her teeth as another pained orgasm struck her.

“No need to be racist.” The gryphon clicked his tongue and dug the claws of his talons into Vinyl’s flanks, leaving little thin lines that slowly turned red and oozed blood as each smack of his hips into hers forced them to open up just that much more.

“That’s the difference between you and me; you’re still doing shit you need to be doing. I get to do anything I fucking want.” Vinyl wrapped her hindlegs around the griffon’s middle, her thighs brushing up against the feathers on his middle. Her spine creaked audibly. “A-Ah...”

“You’re just fucking begging for it now, aren’t you?” the gryphon growled. Vinyl grinned; she could hear that mix of arousal and actual anger. That’s what she lived for.

Time to die for it.

Vinyl let out a coarse little yelp as the gryphon yanked her mane in his talon, forcing her already arched back further into its curve. She felt an exhilarating rush in her gut as her neck popped, and the gryphon slammed her muzzle down right against the curve of the toilet bowl.

CRACK!

Vinyl came so hard her mind blurred together like her entire brain had been thrown in a blender. She felt her teeth come loose in her gums, and the top and bottom molar on her left side caught her tongue just as her jaw clenched down, pulping the muscle through and through.

The gryphon wasn’t done. His talon unleashed her mane—dropped a rainfall of blue and white hairs—and then wrapped his talon around her horn, and slammed her face against the bowl once more.

Her glasses absorbed most of the impact—at first. The glass shattered inward into her eyes, which Vinyl had clenched shut on reflex. This did little to help, thin as her lids were, and the shards of her shades mashed into her sclera.

The thud of her skull as it slammed off the piss-stained metal reverberated almost as loud as the shatter of her lenses. The two noises rang off one another, soundwaves dancing and twirling off one another to create the sweetest song Vinyl had ever heard.

Wish I coulda sampled that.

Vinyl made an absolutely disgusting noise, her mangled tongue flopping from her mouth as she spat a bloody glob with a tooth inside onto the stained tiles below.

One of her eyes wouldn’t open anymore; there were simply too many fragments of her magenta lens piercing the lid, essentially stapling it to the eye underneath.

“Grab my horn and snap it off,” Vinyl begged, spitting viscera and tooth shards. She could barely see anything through the weak and bloody haze of her one good eye. “Use it to saw my fucking head off.”

This is my punishment, she thought to herself in pure elation. At long last, I am punished for my transgressions.

SNAP!

Vinyl’s horn broke free, her head jerking at an unnatural angle as droplets of blood and shards of glass flew free from her face. The gryphon let out a shriek only ascribable to a hawk, and plunged the tip of Vinyl’s horn into her jugular.

Vinyl sputtered and gagged, toothless and dehorned.

The gryphon held Vinyl’s head up for none to see, her blood still dripping from the stump of her neck. Her muzzle was mutilated and mashed, a single tooth still left among the popped gums and torn tongue.

“And now,” the gryphon declared in a distorted, clipping voice that wasn’t his, and indeed sounded very much as if some alien had just hijacked his body to use as an impromptu PA. “May i present: electronica extraordinaire, DJ-Pon3!”

The gryphon wiggled one of his lil’ claws into Vinyl’s toothless maw, popping her dislocated and shattered lower jaw ahinge. He leaned in, his beak open barely an inch, and he grabbed her tongue between a vicelike grip.

Jerked his neck. Kept a firm grasp on her mane.

Ripped it from her head, and swallowed it whole.

Vinyl woke up on the filthy bathroom tiles. Her lip was busted, her muzzle was numb and bleeding from both nostrils—but she still had all her teeth, and most disappointingly of all, her head was still very much attached to her body—her horn very much still attached to her head.