It was a beautiful evening in Canterlot. As my motorcycle was rolling down the street, the wind was whispering in my helmet. Other vehicles, pedestrians on the ground and pegasi above me were passing by, as I was getting closer to my destination. Pretty soon, I stopped my motorcycle in front of the “Golden Wing” club.
“So, that must be the place,” I thought to myself, and shut down the engine. After that, I got off the motorcycle and headed inside the night club.
Inside the building, the music was banging. Electronic rhythms were filling the air, as different species were dancing — ponies, human, even griffons. However, I could’t let myself disturbed, so I got to the nearest security guard.
“Excuse me, mister,” I asked him, “I’m looking for miss Vinyl Scratch, do you know, where I can find her?”
“No autographs here today, pal,” the guard, a tall and buff earth pony, said to me. “No disturbing allowed.”
“I’m here not for an autograph, sorry for misleading you,” I replied, and gave an envelope from one of my jacket pockets to the guard. “I’m from Secret Garage Motors. Can you pass her this, when she’ll have some spare time? Please, tell her it's from Bruno.”
“Alright. You can wait at the bar now, we’ll take it from here.”
As the guard walked away, I looked around and saw Vinyl on the stage. She was more known as “DJ PON-3”. As I walked to the bar, I noticed, how much energy was emitting from her — it was somewhat fascinating. So, I ordered a glass of water and started waiting.
After about twenty minutes of perfomance, the mix ended and the DJ said into the microphone:
“Alright, everypony, hope that all of you had a great time! Sadly, my perfomance ends now, but don’t leave yet — please, welcome, DJ Husky!”
As applauses boomed, Vinyl left the stage, and another pony took her place. In a few moments, someone tapped my shoulder. It was the same security guard, who I talked to earlier.
“Miss Scratch waits for you. Come with me.”
As we walked to the backstage, I saw the DJ, who was sitting on a couch. When she saw us, she got up and extended her hand.
“Hello-o-o! So, you must be Bruno? I recieved your message.”
“Yes. Pleased to meet you, miss Scratch. I came here to tell you, that your car is ready. I left it at your house, as you ordered. Tell me, when you wish to sign up all the papers, and we’re done.”
“Woah, already? So much for a 'garagisté', eh?” Vinyl smirked. “Did you get here on foot? If that’s not much trouble, can we go together right now?”
“No, not on foot... On a motorcycle. Miss, are you sure? Are you familiar...”
“Oh, good!” The unicorn cut me off. “Alright, give me a few minutes to gather my stuff, wait for me at the entrance!”
“Sure.”
As I got out of the building, I walked to my motorcycle and took a spare helmet out of its trunk. After that, I lit up a cigarette and smoked.
“Huh... She thinks fast, that’s for sure. Is she always like that?” I thought to myself. As I finished my cigarette, I saw that Vynil came out of the building.
“Alright, let’s get going!” She said enthusiastically.
I gave her the spare helmet and got on the motorcycle. As she did the same, the engine roared and we started moving.
Pretty soon, we got out of the city and onto the mountain pass, that lead to Vinyl’s house. The road was smooth, and the ride was pleasant. However, I couldn’t throw away a thought, that a good-looking lady was holding me from behind. That was a feeling, that I haven’t experienced for a long time. She was energetic, talanted and pretty. It was such a tease for me.
“Come on, pal. You know, that you don’t have a chance with her. You’re a working man, she’s a celebrity. She’ll sign the papers, and you’re done. All that you’ll have at the end of the day — booze and drugs. So don’t get excited,” I thought to myself and exhaled.
Soon, we arrived to Vinyl’s house. I parked the motorcycle near the garage door, alongside the car that she ordered and I brought here earlier — a custom GAZ-21 roadster.
“So, that’s your order, miss Scratch,” I said after shutting down the engine and getting off my motorcycle. “Custom GAZ-21 'Volgaster' by Secret Garage. As you ordered -- five hundred BHP, V8 configuration, ABS, flappy-paddle gearbox, custom stereo, cruise control, Mil-Spec electronics. It’s fully packed.”
“Wow... She’s a beauty, must say!” Vinyl said happily. “Can you start the engine?”
“Sure,” I answered, and took the keys from my jacket. After that, I sat into the car and started the engine. Its roar filled the street, as I slightly played with the throttle. “Like that?”
“Yeah, that’s awesome! Now, shut it down.”
I got out from the car and locked it. After that, I walked to my motorcycle and took papers from its trunk.
“Hey, Bruno... Who exactly made it?” the pony asked me.
“I built it all by myself. That’s what I do for a living. Of course, I need to order a lot of parts from other companies, but engineering process and assembly are on me.”
“All by yourself?! Woah... That’s... Fascinating...” Vinyl hummed, and looked at the car again. It was obvious that she liked it. “Listen... Can we we go inside my house and sign the papers there?”
“Sure, why not,” I answered, and we walked inside the DJ’s house. To be honest, from the inside it looked more like a night club — subwoofers were standing at every corner, along with couches, lava lamps, and journal tables. Hell, there was a whole stage in the hall!
“Alright, take a seat in the hall, I’ll bring a pen,” Vinyl said and walked to the second floor of the house. Meanwhile, I sat on the nearest couch.
“Huh, she has a nice house. Wonder who else can live here... It’s big. If I would have so much free space, amma go nuts,” I thought to myself.
In a few moments, the unicorn came back with a pen and sat near me. I passed her the papers and she signed them.
“Well, I guess that’s it,” I said and got up. After that, I passed Vinyl the keys. “Now that beauty is yours.”
“Wait... Are you in a hurry? I mean, if you don’t have anything to do tonight, I would like you to stay,” the DJ asked me.
“Wait... She’s not serious. Or...” I thought, being slightly shocked. However, I nodded and finally took off my helmet.
“Awesome! You see, the car is not for me, but for my co-liver. Birthday present. You heard of Octavia Melody?”
“Yes, miss Scratch. I love her perfomances,” I replied and sat back on the couch. “She brings inspiration. I listen to her perfomances while sitting behind the blueprints.”
“Uh-huh. And she’s my co-liver. I bet that she will be pleased knowing that her music inspires you,” Vinyl laughed. “Besides... You said that you work alone. That must be a lot of stress for you.”
“That’s true. I love my job, however, sometimes it’s very stressful, miss Scratch.”
“Oh, come on. Just call me Vinyl, okay? I don’t bite,” the DJ winked. Immidiately, something in my stomach dropped.
“Sure, Vinyl.”
“Anyways, I thought that if you don’t have anything important to do tonight... We’re having a birthday party here a bit later, so if you want, you can stay here and participate.”
I was left in complete shock. Vinyl Scratch, one of the best Canterlot DJ’s, asking me to participate in Octavia Melody’s birthday party?
“Thanks for the offer, but... Why? We barely know each other.”
“Come on, I see that you want to stay. It’s written on your face!” Vinyl laughed. I felt how blood was heating my cheeks.
“Well... You got me, I guess. But still, why?”
“That car — it’s a masterpiece. You made that masterpiece not just for Octavia, but for someone who I care for. So, you deserve a participation. Besides, I think that you need some rest from your work. So, why not?”
After a few seconds of thinking, I replied:
“Yeah, I think you’re right. Besides, I care for these machines like for my own kids, and most of rich bastards who buy my cars prefer to crash into trees and destroy engines. No offence, but most of buyers have no respect,” I sighed.
“Oh yeah, those big and ugly motherfuckers... I saw in the news, how Prince Blueblood crashed his car a few weeks back,” The DJ said expressively.
“WHAT?! HE CRASHED THE CAR?!” I exclaimed angrily. "Wait... You mean, that UAZ Patriot big-foot?"
“Yeah! He was doing burnouts in front of the castle, and got himself stuck in the tree.”
“Now I want to strangle him. You know, it's chassis alone weighed about a ton, and I've put so much effort in it... Hell, I've even bought a crane just to make this vehicle! Dumbass...”
“Fuck yeah... I always hated him. He was a big pain in the ass when we performed at the Gala. He was even trying to make me sleep with him. Bastard...”
A doorbell rang, cutting Vinyl’s speech. We got up and walked to the door. As the unicorn opened it, I saw a very beautiful earth pony in a long grey dress — it was Octavia Melody herself.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, O-O-OCTAVIA!” Vinyl shouted and hugged Octavia. After that, she took her hand and dragged her outside the house. “Look what we’ve got for you!”
“Hey, Vinyl, a bit more careful, please!” Octavia replied. I smirked and followed them out of the house. In front of the car stood two more ponies, who I didn’t recognize.
“Octy, that beauty — that’s your present! I met a guy, Bruno, who makes custom vehicles. He said that your perfomances inspire him, and that’s the result! What do you think?”
While four ponies were discussing the looks of the car, I stood behind and lit up a cigarette. It was a magnificent feeling — knowing, that your work was finally paying off was awesome.
“...And when I saw the catalogue, I knew — that car represents you. Oh, besides... Bruno!”
All eyes turned on me. I immidiately put out my cigarette and walked to the car.
“Everyone, meet Bruno. He created this magnificent vehicle,” Vinyl introduced me to everyone.
“Nice to meet you,” I answered and looked at Octavia. “Miss Melody, it’s a great honor to meet you personally. As Vinyl said earlier, your perfomances inspire me.”
“Thank you, Bruno. And please, call me Octavia. Vinyl already told me about you,” Octavia said with a smile. After that, she looked back at the car. “I see that you put a lot of effort in design. It looks like a dancing lady, if you ask me.”
“True,” the DJ agreed, “Now, Nick, these two are also our friends.”
“Pulp Fiction, pleased to meet you!” Said a tall white pegasus.
“Scientific Method, at your service,” A brown earth pony with glasses nodded. I shook their hands.
“Okay, let’s head into the house,” Octavia said, and we got into the building.
“So, how was your perfomance today? Didn’t have much time to watch the stream,” Vinyl asked Octavia, while heading somewhere upstairs.
“It was pleasant, thank you. However, there was that douchebag again...”
“Don’t tell me that was Blueblood...”
“It was him. Luckily, we got inside the taxi pretty fast, so we left him behind.”
“Yeah... While we were waiting for you three, we with Bruno were discussing him,” Vinyl replied with a groan, and came back. “Right, Bruno?”
“Uh-huh. Still want to strangle him for the car that he broke.”
“True... Hey, Octy, what you’ll have tonight?”
“Wine for now, maybe something else later.”
“Hey, Bru, what do you prefer? Booze, or something else?” Pulp Fiction asked me with a wink. Something clicked in my mind.
“What do you mean?”
“Well... Coke, weed, speeds...”
Luckily, I had a couch behind me. As my legs weakened, I carefully sat on it.
“Of course, I was suspicious, that Vinyl was using stuff. But she never confirmed it, until now. And they are offering me all this stuff! We barely know each other!” I shouted inside my head. As thoughts were racing in my mind, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned my head and saw Scientific Method sitting near me. His smile was reassuring.
“What, shocked to hear that someone's usin'? Oh, what a horror! Noone in the history has never done such things before! Heh, relax, I'm just messin' with you. Just tell us what you want, but if you're not interested, we'll understand,” Method patted my shoulder.
“...Fuck it, why not, if they are offering?” I thought and gave a nod. Pulp Fiction smiled.
“So, what you’ll have?”
“You know, I’m more into meph.”
“Meth?” Vinyl asked, peeking out from the kitchen room. “Sorry, we don’t have it.”
“Not meth, but meph. Mephedrone,” I answered and pulled a big zip-lock out of my breast pocket, along with a straw.
“Woah... How much is there?” the DJ asked, while going to us along with a wine bottle and a glass for Octavia.
“About fifty grams. Got it today. I can use it for many months alone.”
“And what are the effects?” Scientific Method asked, while looking at the bag. “I’m a bio-chem scientist, you know... Sorry for the excessive interest. Never tried that stuff before.”
“No problemo, pal. It’s in middle between speeds and MDMA, as far as I can tell. I mean, the effect. Don’t know what chemicals are in there, though. As far as I can remember, it's also known as... U-u-u-m-m... Four-methyl-N-methylcathinone I think?”
"Oh, now I get it! Now that's some powerful you got there, mister!" Scientific Method exclaimed loudly. "Look, can we try it? Please? Only if you don't mind, of course."
I thought for a couple of seconds, and smiled. "Okay, then. You're all grown kids now, you can make your own bad decisions."
“Cool! HEY, OCTAVIA! LOOK WHAT WE’VE GOT!” Vinyl shouted.
“Coming!” Octavia answered, and soon she came down to us, now wearing jeans and a tank top. I noticed, that she was as beautiful as Vinyl, but in her own way. They both were making a great pair — Vinyl was more straightforward and energetic, and Octavia was more calm and gentle. Both of them were beautiful.
“Didn’t know that you’re also usin’,” I smiled.
“Wow, so much... What’s that?” Octavia said, being shocked by the size of the bag.
“Mephedrone. Wanna try?”
“Hm. Why not? That bastard Blueblood kills my nerves, I need some relief right now.”
“Good! Pulpy, be a good boy and bring a glass and a knife from the kitchen, while I’m setting the atmosphere?” Vinyl asked with a smile.
“Yes, m’lady!” Pulp Fiction replied jokingly and walked to the kitchen, as Vinyl pulled out a remote controller. As she pushed a few buttons, electronic music started playing, the lighting became neon blue, and the lava lamps turned on. Pretty soon, Pulp Fiction came back with a glass and a small knife. We brought a journal table and another couch closer, so everyone could gather closer.
“Alright... I’ll give everyone a small track for a test. This thing literally drills your nose, but the effect... It’s worth it. Can I have the glass and a knife?” I asked Pulp Fiction, and he passed me the items. Afer I set everything on the table, I opened the bag. A heavy chemical smell filled the room.
“Oof... It smells like petrol,” Scientific Method said, covering his nose.
“As far as I know, it’s needed in the refinery process. However, I’m not totally sure,” I replied while drawing tracks with the knife. Crystals were cracking under the blade with a pleasant sound. Soon, four tracks were ready.
“I have a proposal, let Octavia do first! It’s her birthday, after all,” Vinyl said. I passed my straw to Octavia.
“Agree on that. Octavia Melody, we wish you good luck in your future endeavors, less noisy fans, and more outstanding perfomances. Happy 25’th birthday!” Scientific Method said, and all of us applauded.
“You’re goddamn right! Now, Octavia, snort that motherfucker!” Vinyl cheered. But then happened something, that I wasn’t ready to see.
“FUCK YEAH! LET’S GET MOTHERFUCKIN’ PARTY STARTED!” Octavia shouted and immidiately snorted her track. She trew herself at the back of the couch and grabbed on her nose.
“So, what do you feel?” I asked, being slightly shocked by Octavia’s attitude.
“Fuck... It’s like a drill in my nose,” Octavia answered and snorted. I could see, how her pupils were becoming bigger. “Woah... That feels nice. It’s like concentrated euphoria!”
“Alright, my turn!” Pulp Fiction exclaimed, and consumed his track. Scientific Method followed right behind.
“Alright, here we go!” Vinyl finally said, and snorted the final track. After that, she remained silent for a few seconds.
“Yo, Vinyl, you okay?” Octavia asked.
“That thing. It’s perfect,” The DJ answered, as a wide smile was appearing on her face. I smirked on that.
“Glad to hear that, ladies and gents,” I said, pouring more meph on the glass. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m planning to blow the shit out of my brain.”
“Um, are you sure that you need THAT much?” Pulp Fiction asked. My track was two times longer, than the others.
“Yeah. I usually use that much. As you are new to that thing, I wouldn’t risk, but for myself — why not? Oh, by the way, can someone bring water?” I asked after setting my portion.
“Comin’ right up,” Vynil said, and soon, a bottle of water appeared on a table, surrounded by magic aura.
“Thank you. Now... Up we go.”
I leaned closer to the table. I saw, how crystals were glittering under the light. And the smell... The smell of petrol and other chemicals. Without further hesitation, I inhaled and consumed my track in a couple of seconds. After that, I leaned back on the couch.
“You finished THAT in one go?! Bruno, you outperforming motherfucker!” Pulp Fiction slightly punched me in the shoulder. I felt, how euphoric feeling was building up in me and how colors were becoming brighter. I took off my jacket and put it on the couch.
“Fuck, that was good! Everyone having fun?” I asked, and took a big gulp from the water bottle.
“As much as I can tell... That thing provokes a large flow of endorphins. That’s a funny feeling,” Scientific Method said.
“Guys, I don’t know about you, but I want to dance! Who’s with me?” Octavia said, while getting up.
“Count me it!” Vinyl answered and got up after her co-liver.
“I think I’ll stay here for a while,” I replied.
“Me too,” Pulp Fiction waved his hand. Scientific Method just shrugged.
“Suit yourselves then!” Vinyl laughed, and joined Octavia in her dance.
“So, Bru... For how long you’ve been working on your vehicles?” Pulp Fiction asked me curiously.
“For three years now, since I moved to Canterlot,” I answered with a hum, “I already made twelve custom cars. Mostly for rich bitch-asses like Blueblood, but sometimes I get good customers like these two pretty ladies! And that’s awesome.”
“Hah! Yeah, these two are awesome. You know, I’m a journalist, and sometimes I also have to talk to douchebags. But Octavia and Vinyl are not like that. We became friends after our first interview,” Pulp Fiction smiled.
“You’re a journalist... And about what you’re writing? Celebrities? Sports?”
“Pretty much about everything. For example, a few weeks back I wrote about that Blue-Bitch and his car crash.”
“Still want to strangle him.”
"Hey, Bru," Scientific Method suddenly asked, "How did you learn about meph? I'll be honest -- I've tried a lot of stuff in my life. Most of scientists here in Canterlot are either on speeds or on weed. But this thing is something else."
"One of my... 'Friends' let me try it. It was a wonderful feeling. Before that, I didn't do any drugs, and even didn't drink. After that, I found an advertisement, painted on the wall of my city block. And now..." I exhaled loudly, "I just can't stop usin'. Runnin'-runnin'-runnin', runnin' to do it. Run-run-run, run-run."
"The ad... It was just painted on the wall? The city services should've took care of it."
"That depends on where does he live," Pulp Fiction stated. "Because in press meph is also known as..."
"...Cocaine for poor. Yeah," I finished the sentence and looked at my companions. I saw how Scientific Method's eyes became sad.
"Oh, I... Didn't know that. Sorry, mate."
"Ah, don't mention it. Your sad eyes won't do any good at this party, eh? Just enjoy yourself. And what about me... Well, shit happens!" I laughed. Both ponies smiled after me.
I glanced over the dance floor. Vinyl and Octavia were dancing, being almost perfectly synchronized. Their tails moved swiftly, as well as their hips, legs, arms.
“They are beautiful, aren’t they?” Scientific Method said.
“Yeah... Still can’t believe that I’m here, at their house, chilling with all of you. Hey, since you’re sitting here and feeling great, do you want some more?” I asked.
“Sure.”
“Count me in,” The journalist also said. I made two tracks for them, and they consumed them.
“Ah, that’s good... Anyways, about these two ladies,” The scientist continued, “They seem to like you.”
“What make you think so?” I lifted an eyebrow.
“They glance at you from time to time. Just look at them.”
I looked back at the dance floor. When Vinyl and Octavia finally noticed that I was looking, they waved their hands.
“Yeah... Totally legit,” I snickered. “Anyways, why are you telling me that?”
“I just wanted to let you know, since you look interested in them, too.”
“And?”
“Listen, Bru,” Pulp Fiction leaned closer to me, “You have a good chance. I don’t mean that you must hit on both of them, but if they are letting you in their house — they trust you. So don’t lose that chance.”
“Okay. I think I’ll take your advice. But still, even if they won’t be interested... I think we’ll be good friends, then!” I replied and laughed.
“That’s the spirit!” Scientific Method said enthusiastically.
“Hey, guys, do you want to join us here?” Vinyl shouted, grabbing our attention.
“It’s not responsible to leave ladies by themselves!” Octavia agreed, laughing. So, we got up and joined them on the dance floor.
***
After a couple of hours, Scientific Method and Pulp Fiction said, that they needed to go. I found a spare zip-lock, and gave five spare grams to them.
“Thanks, Bru. That’s a good stuff. Maybe when we’ll party next time... Can you bring some?” Pulp Fiction asked, standing near the front door, getting ready to leave.
“Sure thing, pal,” I shook the journalist’s hand. “Thanks for the great time.”
“Nah, thank YOU!” Scientific Method interrupted me, “You’re a great man, Bruno. You make beautiful cars and provide good entertainment.”
“Thanks for your kind words,” I shook the scientist’s hand. He leaned closer.
“Remember, what we said. Got it?” He whispered.
“Got it.”
After I released his hand, Vinyl and Octavia hugged their friends.
“Good luck out there, guys,” Vinyl said.
“Bye!” Octavia replied after her. After that, the door finally closed.
“They are good guys, aren’t they?” Vinyl asked me, as we got back to the couch.
“Yeah. Would be glad to meet them again,” I replied, while making tracks. “Alright, now we’ll make’em bigger. Everyone okay with that?”
“Totally,” Octavia answered. Vinyl just nodded on that. So, I made the tracks twice as big, including my own.
“Hah, now Nick can work as a vacuum cleaner!” Vinyl laughed.
“Hah, totally! However, I just want to blow my fuckin’ brain up,” I replied with a smile.
“Why so?” Octavia asked curiously, while her friend consumed her portion.
“Its my only way to clear my thoughts. I have to deal with these rich motherfuckers, work almost without free time and spend money from built cars to make new ones! Of course, I like my job, but man... That’s a lot of stress. And there's... Something else. Maybe I'll tell you later.”
Of course I meant my own addiction. That burning feeling of shame of yourself, when you remain sober... Along with thoughts of how low you've fallen. That's why I was usin'. But I didn't want to tell that.
“I fell ya, man,” Vinyl responded, holding on her nose. “Our concerts can be stressful, too. Stalkers, stupid directors, dumb security... I can go on forever.”
“Can confirm that, too,” Octavia said after finishing her track. “I personally hate these dumb VIP’s, who think that they can grab us, disturb us and mock other fans! I hate them so much!”
“Huh, at least, I’m not alone in this world, after all!” I laughed and leaned towards my track. “Alright, up we go...”
My nostrils burned as I inhaled the meph. As the track was going, the burning sensation intensified. When nothing was left, I leaned back on the couch and closed my eyes. I felt, how crystals were absorbed into the bloodflow, and how their residue was going down the throat. I opened my eyes and looked at my hands. They were shaking. My throat went numb. Euphoria was overwhelming me. I looked at Octavia and Vinyl, who were staring at me curiously.
“Now that’s what I needed. That overwhelming feeling... It’s...”
“Looks like it got you good!” Octavia interrupted me and threw her fist into the air. “You should see your face!”
“Look at his eyes! Bruno, you know, I almost don't see the irises!” Vinyl added with a laugh.
While the ladies were laughing, my mind was overwhelmed. My body was shaking from pleasure, and my eyes were trying to roll under my skull. The air was hot, neon colors were bright, and the subwoofers seemed to be connected directly to my ears. My eyesight was shaking, I couldn't concentrate on anything.
“I don’t know about you, lads... But I personally... Fucking love it!” I exclaimed, panting. “You know... At moments like these I can finally get free. All those bastards and problems are left behind... Lads?”
As I looked at Vinyl and Octavia, my heart dropped. They were kissing. And I must admit, in a very hot manner. They were grabbing each other, and their tongues were dancing in a twisty manner.
“Fuck, could’ve seen that coming,” I thought, being unable to look away. Octavia and Vinyl were hot, no doubt about that. But on the other hand, I felt like I was forgotten by them. So, I got up, and said:
“Alright, I’ll grab some fresh air, if you need me.”
Ladies stopped their kissing and looked at me. Then they looked at each other. Devilish smiles emerged on their faces.
“Alright, I think that we with Vinyl will go upstairs for... Something. Can you wait for us down here?” Octavia asked with a wink.
“Yeah, whatever...”
I got out from the house and inhaled. Cold night air was pleasant and slightly brought me back to my senses. I pulled out a cigarette and smoked, looking at the night sky.
“Fuck... I know, what I’m doing with my life, but why I should be upset? Just because they are making out? Come on, you knew from the start, that they are out of your league,” I thought. Stars were glittering above, forming the constellations that I didn’t know. “Besides, why should I care? I’m high as fuck with Vinyl and Octavia themselves! Heh... At least they make a good company. Maybe I should overdose tonight and leave this world at highest point of my life.”
I sighed and put out the cigarette. After that, I came back into the house and sat on the couch. After quick thinking, I decided to prepare more tracks. Crystals were cracking under the blade with pleasant sound, as usual. When I finished preparing meph, I leaned back and closed my eyes, listening to the music.
“Hello, handsome,” Suddenly, I heard Octavia’s voice in front of me. I opened my eyes only to see a toned abdomen. My eyes widened. I looked lower — Octavia wore glossy black pants and high-heeled shoes. I looked higher and saw a short tee-shirt, with a bikini top protruding from under it.
“I must admit — you look very hot in this...” I replied, being shocked. Octavia grinned and put her middle finger on my lips, causing shivers.
“Then, you must look at Vinyl,” she turned my head, and after that, my jaw fell down.
Vinyl wore a black bikini top, that emphasized her breasts, tight black shorts, fishnet stockings, and black boots. She smiled and walked to the couch.
“Hi, lonely boy,” She cooed, “Don’t mind if we join your company?”
“Sure...”
Vinyl sat on my left, and Octavia sat on my right. My heart was racing, as I didn’t expect their transformation.
“So, do you like what you see?” Vinil said with a smirk.
“Totally... But I don’t get it.”
“Well, it’s a party,” Octavia said in an erotic tone, “So we must look appropriate.”
“Besides, if we are consuming so-o-o much drugs tonight, our attire must be toxic, wild, expressive... Like my music,” Vinyl added with a devilish grin.
“It gives her inspiration, and that is very important in her work, don’t you think?” Octavia whispered in my ear, releasing another wave of shivers in me.
“Yea-a-ah... Still, I made you your tracks. You might be interested in bigger portions.”
“Wonder, how that feels,” Octavia said and bit her lip. After that, she leaned and consumed her track. She even lifted her head, so the crystals would drop into her nostrils faster. Vinyl followed right behind.
“Oh... That’s... That’s a very sexy feeling...” Vinyl said, panting heavily. Her breasts were moving up and down, stretching the top.
“M-m-m... I want to grab on you, Bruno,” Octavia put her hand on my chest. I felt how my blood streamed downwards.
“Do it, Bru,” Vinyl whispered in my ear, almost touching it, and grabbed my leg. “Let’s see how ya’ do it.”
I leaned forward, still not believing my eyes, and consumed my long track. Burning sensation once again entered my nostrils and I threw myself back on the couch. I felt how my pupils were widening once again. I was becoming horny.
“I must admit... That was very sexy,” Octavia mused and traced my chest with her finger.
“I can see you letting your feelings flow through you. I bet, that being high with someone else is much better than alone, right?” Octavia said while caressing my leg.
“Totally...” I responded, thinking about my previous uses of meph. I’d been lonely, I had noone with whom I could share my euphoria. It was a dark room and a little window. And now I was with two ladies, who shared my emotions, who were on the same wave with me. It was way better.
“Come up. Let’s dance,” Vinyl grabbed my arm and we walked to the dance floor. In a few moments, the music has changed, becoming more agressive and toxic. Octavia followed right behind, and we started dancing.
Everything around me became a blur. Ladies’ dance was beautiful — wide moves, swift swings of their tails, and beautiful expressions... All of that was pushing bad thoughts away. And that was a first time in my entire history of usage, when I felt the true euphoria, amplified by someone else. Sometimes I held their hands and waists, sometimes they held to each other’s... I didn’t care anymore. We danced for a good hour.
When we finally fell back on a couch, I was a bit exhausted, but happy. I smiled and laughed for a bit.
“You know, seems like not only your music can inspire me!” I exclaimed.
“That’s awesome! You’ve got some ideas for a new car?” Octavia asked curiously, tracing her finger on my leg.
“Yeah! It will be a track-day racer. I already can imagine what chassis I'll use -- probably GAZ-24. Six hundred BHP V8, a poweful aerodynamic kit, flappy-paddle gearbox...” I started to explain, but was quickly cut by Vinyl’s finger.
“Listen. I’m happy that you have a lot of ideas, but... You’re not at work. Relax,” She said with a smile. I nodded. “Besides, I have an idea. Now, you two, get off couch.”
Me and Octavia got up from the couch, and Vinyl laid on it, showing off her muscular body.
“Now... I want you to draw a fattest motherfucking track on my belly. I want you to snort it.”
My eyes widened. But even before I could argue with myself, I said:
“Yes.”
I picked the bag and poured the meth on Vinyl’s belly. After that, I carefully made a track with the knife, barely touching her skin.
“Fuck, that looks hot,” I heard Octavia from behind. As everything was set, I looked into the DJ’s eyes. She grinned.
“Now destroy it.”
As I inhaled, along with the smell of meph, I smelled Vinyl’s sweat. Her skin was hot, very hot. So, as the track ended, and a few crystals rolled away, I couldn’t resist and licked them off.
“Wow, he’s a brave boy!” Octavia exclaimed, “I want to do that, too!”
“Yeah, you’re a brave motherfucker,” Vinyl laughed and got up. “You want a same portion?”
“Y-yeah...” I answered, feeling how my brain was melting from what I just did. Vinyl and Octavia swithed places, and the DJ started to set a track on her friend’s belly.
“Bruno... Can you look into my eyes when you’ll do that? Please?” Octavia asked and winked when I was ready to start.
“Sure.”
I looked into her big eyes. They were so beautiful, that even when I inhaled, I couldn’t let them away. And when I finished, I also kissed her belly, collecting the rest of the crystals. Vinyl laughed on that.
“A true gentleman! Nowadays you don’t see many of them,” She smirked. “Did you like that, Bru?”
“Yes. That was sexy... But, what about you two?” I replied, panting.
“Relax. We’ll do everything ourselves,” Octavia mused, and helped me to get on the couch. Vinyl also sat down.
“Spread your arms.”
I did as Vinyl asked. After that, she carefully started to put meph on my left shoulder. As she finished, Octavia did the same. It was hard to not move — my body was shaking both from the drug and their touches.
“Ready, Octy?”
“Let’s do it, Vi.”
I felt their faces. It was the softest touch I ever experienced. As they moved along my arms, my muscles tensed. Their hot breath was driving me crasy, and my eyes rolled uncontrollably.
“You’re so tensed, Nick,” Octavia said and took off her tank top, leaving her chest only in a bikini top.
“He has strong arms, isn’t he? Wonder how much weight he can carry at work,” Vinyl snickered, and grabbed my arm.
“That must be ve-e-ry sexy...” Octavia added, and leaned over me, closer to the DJ. They kissed each other passionately. I was astonished by the view, not being able to move. After a few seconds of making out, girls let each other and looked at me. Devilish smiles emerged on their faces. And after that...
Vinyl grabbed me by neck and pulled into a kiss. An atomic bomb exploded in my head. She was passionate and wild, as our tongues danced. I could feel the toxic taste of a drug in her mouth, her hot breath, and her arms that caressed my chest.
“My turn,” Suddenly, Octavia pulled me away from Vinyl, and kissed me, too. At that point I couldn’t even think about anything else. She was as passionate as Vinyl, if not even more. Even in my wildest dreams, I couldn’t imagine myself kissing and being high with Octavia herself. She grabbed my buttocks and snuggled up to my torso.
On my other side, Vinyl put her leg on mine and grabbed me by waist. She planted her kisses over my arm, neck and cheeks. I could feel her breasts pressing on me. I was so disoriented, I didn’t know what to do — who should I kiss, where should I put my palms, what should I say... It was difficult. However, after a quick thought I finally knew what to do.
I carefully pulled away from Octavia. She and Vinyl looked at me curiously, waiting for something. My muscles relaxed.
“You are finally letting your wild soul free, aren’t you?” The DJ asked with a horny smile and bit her lip.
“The night is yours, Bruno,” Octavia added, and increased her grip on my buttocks. “We’re all yours. Take us.”
At that moment I finally understood, what they were doing to me. I still had no idea why, but they wanted me to feel like a king tonight.
But I couldn't take it. Instead, I've decided to do something way, way worse.
With my shaky hands I poured more meph on the table. I couldn't tell, how much was there -- vision was blurry, and senses were overwhelmed. And I didn't care anymore.
"Well, the end of the line. Nothing better than this will ever happen in your life, and you know it. Must stop the voices. Start the voices? Fuck, my hands are shaking. Eyes are shaking. Can feel the crystals falling out from nostrils. Run from this world. Can't concentrate. Concentrate on what? Why concentrate? Dunno, just can't. Can't breathe. I'm forgetting to breathe. Heard that it's possible to forget how to breathe. Don't want to breathe. Damn, I'm awful. I know I'm awful. That's good. Salt the wound? I'll salt all the wouds with one particular salt. This is it..."
After stopping the train of thoughts in my head, I put my nose near the table and made a few big snorts. For the last time, I threw my head back. I saw terrified looks on mare's faces, I felt how my consciousness was slipping away from me. And then, I forgot how to breathe.
"Why did you do this to yourself, Bruno?" Princess Luna asked me, as we stood in a middle of white nothingness.
"First of all, why are you here? And what... And what did you see?" I asked back, being confused. Of course, I already knew the answer. I was unconscious, and inside a house with two musicians. Obviously, Princess Luna already saw everything, as soon as she got inside my head. And of course, Princess Luna knew, that I knew.
"You know, what I saw, Bruno. And you know, that it's my duty to visit minds and keep them safe during the night. Your case, however, is really something," She said with sadness in her voice.
"I... I know. I'm just a typical lowlife with addiction that sometimes made vehicles for rich dudes, though. I don't think that someone like princess should look after me," I grimaced and sat on the ground. Princess Luna sat near me. "I did this to myself because I know that nothing good will ever happen to me after this. I'm lonely, I'm miserable, I barely make money for a living, and I... I hate myself."
"You hate yourself? Why so?"
"Because of my addiction... I don't want to talk about it."
"You NEED to talk about it," Princess Luna said firmly. "What will happen if you somehow survive this? You'll hate yourself even more, because you'll think that you didn't finish the job. And now, you have a chance to turn everything to the better. All that you need is just talk to me."
I looked into Luna's eyes. I saw how supportive she was, and how she honestly wanted to help. So, I sighed and started talking.
"Everything began... I believe, three years ago. One 'friend' of mine invited me to a party. It was pretty similar to what happened recently, if you ask me. There was music, there were girls. And then, she showed me meph."
I felt how tears began to form in my eyes. Luna asked me to dig deep, but if that could somehow help me, then I should do it.
"It was a magnificent feeling. You know, bright colors, euphoria, sex... Yeah. And after that party I began to hang out fith that 'friend' more often. I paid her to get the stuff, and we were usin' it. However, soon I learned that the only thing that she needed from me was money for drugs. She secretly hated me. So, when I kicked her out from my life, I thought that it's over."
"So much for a 'friend'..." Princess Luna hummed. "Please, continue."
"Yeah, she was a bitch... And then, I started to feel myself lonely. Even her company was better, than the void. There was only my dark room and me. Probably, you've heard a lot of stories like this..."
"You won't believe how many, Bruno. Though, every case is unique in some way. Can't say that I like it, though," Luna nodded.
"After that, I started usin' alone. You know, what a life of a drug addict looks like? You always run. Run from soberness, because your brain knows -- when you're sober, you feel bad. When you're high -- you feel good. Really, really good. Brain cells make new connections, and it tells you 'Hey, it makes you feel good, why you're not high yet'? And you always run from yourself, because when you're high, you simply don't think that you didn't wash yourself, or that you have work to do. When you're sober, you see the shit that you've become and think 'Fuck it, I'm out' and you simply use again. I want... I want to break this circle. That's why I wanted to kill myself via overdose."
I felt how tears were falling from my eyes. This was a short speech, but it was honest. I was tired of my mad life, and just wanted to end this. I didn't feel sadness, and I wasn't happy. I finally was honest with someone. I guess, being honest was a good decision, knowing that it was uncertain, would I make it or not. But at that time, I didn't care much.
Suddenly, I felt how Princess Luna took my hand. I looked at her. Her eyes were soft, and she was gentle.
"Bruno... I can't count how many souls with situations similar to yours I've met. I'll be honest -- not all of them made through. Some of them are dead, some lost their mind. However, I can say, that you still have a good chance to rehabilitate. As far as I can tell, the initial cause of drug abuse was your... Loneliness?" Princesses' voice was soft and caring. I nodded in reply. "See? You understand it yourself. You had one toxic relationship, and you've covered your soul from the world. Be brave and honest with yourself -- not that 'friend' of yours forced you to consume your first dose. YOU did that. But, your life shouldn't end here -- just because you don't have any friends yet, that doesn't mean that you won't meet any in the future."
I thought about Vinyl and Octavia. I wondered, how they act in their everyday routine. They both seemed nice, but more I thought about them, the less I wanted to see, how their pupils got bigger. I looked at my own hands -- the skin was pale, my fingers were shaking. I exhaled. My shape wasn't good, either.
"Princess Luna... I really want to get better. But I am scared. What if the world will not accept me? I'm scared of myself, dammit, what others will think of me? They'll point their fingers at me and say 'Hey, that's a filthy junkie!'... I am scared. I am scared..." I said, while my voice cracked.
"You must be brave, Bruno. Think of that logically -- you're not afraid to kill yourself, but you are afraid of someone's words?" asked Luna. I shook my head, bein shocked. She smiled at me. "Now, that's the spirit! Though, if you really want to get better, you need to work hard. There is no magic pill that prevents you from starting over, and you can't find new friends the very second you open your eyes. But I can assure you -- with enough determination, you will get better."
"Wow, I... It really seems that you talked to a lot of junkies like me, Princess Luna," I exhaled and smiled a little. "You don't know how grateful I am for this talk. And... Why are you so informal with me? Sorry about bad language, by the way..."
"Everyone needs their own approach. What's the point of fancy talk, if it does nothing?" Princess Luna chuckled. "In real world, though, should we encounter each other, please show some respect."
"Of course, Princess Luna. Sorry for all this..." I replied and chuckled, too. After that, I noticed, how the pony beside me was starting to fade. "Oh well, guess our time's up?"
"Yes, Bruno. Do you want anything to tell me, before I leave?" Princess Luna asked seriously.
"Yes. Thank you, Princess Luna. I'm sorry for all this... But I won't let you down."
"Glad to hear that. Now... Farewell, Bruno," Princess Luna smiled, and faded away.
After that, I was blinded by the bright light.
***
"...And that's how I found the courage to stop this madness. Thank you all for listening," I finished the speech in front of our small 'Narcotics Anonymous' group. I saw cheerful smiles of Vinyl and Octavia, and chuckled.
"Thank you, Bruno. That was a nice responce to today's topics," the group's consultant said and looked at his wristwatch. "Unfortunatly, we have to finish here. Goodbye, everyone. See you next week."
As we were collecting our stuff, I looked through the window. The rain was intensifying.
"Octavia, Vinyl! Looks like the rain is getting heavier, maybe I can give you the lift?"
"Sure, why not?" Vinyl responded.
"How nice of you, Bruno," Octavia giggled.
As we came out of the building and sat into my car, I noticed that Octavia and Vinyl were discussing something in a quiet tone. They saw that I noticed it and giggled.
"You know, Bruno... Today is THE day, after all. We never thought that we'd be better without drugs," Vinyl scratched her chin.
"Yes... One year has passed. Still wonder how'd be, if you took us back then."
"Octy, know your manners! Where's that fancy-elitarian-musician Octavia Melody, that we all know and love?" the DJ laughed.
"Oh come on, you can't deny that the scene was hot."
"Yes, but one year has passed already, leave it in the past!" I interrupted the girls with a chuckle.
"I'll still remember it. And also I will remember that you like doing it with two girls, horny motherfucker!" Octavia exclaimed and burst with laughter. Vinyl followed on her, while my face became red.
"You say it like you weren't making out with Vinyl yourself..."
"Oh, Bruno, you don't even know what I am capable of..." the musician whispered into my ear with a grin. "I won't show you, however. Not now, at least... Still got to recover from all this drug abuse. Don't want to trigger myself, you know."
As Octavia's voice became serious, I smiled. "That means that you take your rehabilitation seriously. That's good. You know, it's actually nice that you decided to recover from this shit right after me. Together the better, eh?"
"Oh, come on. We're friends, Bruno," Vinyl said softly, "And you showed us the way. It was just a right decision to follow after you."
"Thank you, girls."
As I drove through the streets of Canterlot, I saw how sunrays were shining through the rainclouds. It was a nice sight, and I thought that it was somewhat symbolic. And while we were going to the girl's house, we discussed all sorts of things.
I finally could exhale in relief.
