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Colorful Language

“Leaving me to your lips, / Like the shine on your hoof tips / That empty space / Now has your face / And every little dimple’s dip…

Octavia Melody scanned the bar from behind the lush black stage curtains. Her ears perked at the sound of Rarity’s song. The notes tinkled across the bar’s dark cherrywood interior, an accent to the clinking glasses and slurred guffaws. She could tell from the sound of revelry that the guests were growing animated, in more ways than one.

I suppose the bar’s name is more prophetic than I thought. ‘The Winking Mare’ indeed.

Octavia took a deep breath. This wasn’t her first time going on stage. Besides, her beautiful and insatiable marefriend had prepared her well for her upcoming duet.

Octavia looked around the room again from the safety of the stage curtains, if only to try and distract herself. She tried not to think too much of the Wonderbolts sitting in one of the VIP booths in front of the stage. At least that hard-snouter Spitfire wasn’t among them. Octavia didn’t need the thought of the Wonderbolt Captain baking her brain in the middle of her duet.

Instead, she looked at her contrabass, the stringed instrument resting on a tripod next to her. Its surface had been buffed to a mirror shine, letting Octavia’s flawless reflection stare back at her, the smoking jacket snugly hugging an X-cut dress. Beneath it, Octavia’s grey coat had been washed and brushed to a silky finish by her sly marefriend. Her tail had even been groomed to perfection.

But this was merely a distraction, and one whose lower hem barely hid the true driver of Octavia’s performance—the obscenely large double-ended dildo wedged into her marehood.

Try as she might, she could not distract herself, not from the gray monster spreading her snatch. Her thighs writhed in an effort to clamp around the tool shoved deep inside her folds. But there was little she could do about the other end protruding from her pussy and stretching down to her knees. That end was for her co-performer tonight, specifically for her pussy. Her marefriend had cruelly failed to tell her whose pussy that battering ram would wreck.

I should really stop tapping my hooves on the floor, Octavia scolded herself. Really stop, for this crowd’s sake. But it was the only thing that drew her attention away from the grey-colored tool spreading her snatch. Octavia’s thighs clamped around the tool shoved in her folds—and the pulsing silver extension that crept out to knee-length in its bend.

Vinyl had gone all out tonight in her voyeurism; apparently, the battering ram was meant to both please Octavia and greet her fellow performer’s folds. Not only was it making Octavia’s eyes cross with how deep it was in her walls—a half-foot and climbing—Vinyl had not even told her who that co-player was! Octavia had gone through a lot to keep her blue-haired songstress happy, but this was pushing it.

Octavia was lucky the hard-snouted Spitfire wasn’t here. At this rate, Octavia’s blush might’ve baked her brain instead of just her cheeks. “Curse it, Scratch…” she hissed. Her dress and tail remained the only reprieve from showing everypony how wet the Wicked Witch of the Wubs made her. Which reminded her, she was getting that A.C. in their house fixed by the end of the week. No way was she staying in a house that hot with Vinyl, she’d go mute from screaming her name by sundown.

Assuming she could make it to that house tonight without combusting in lust! Behind the w-clefs—those swirling purple notes on Octavia’s flank—her left forehoof crept toward her needy heat. Maybe, if she could orgasm before her co-partner got into The WInking Mare, she could clean up fast. But almost as if her thought called her, the backstage door creaked open.

“Hello, Octavia? I think I’m working with you?”

Octavia froze on three hooves, her fourth arched in the air. “Coloratura?” she said breathlessly.

Coloratura’s eyebrow perked up as she stared at Octavia. Behind their spot backstage, Rarity concluded her song, her silky pinstriped dress fanning around her withers and hindlegs. The crowd cheered her as she left, the second-to-last ClockRock Fest, and only Octavia was left. Well, Octavia, and…

“Ah, Miss Melody! You must be my partner?”

“Y-yes.” The pony before Octavia gave a bow. She was also in black clothing like all the other event performers—with veils and a chiffon dress softly draping her grey coat and long legs. The dazzling sequins in the dress make Octavia’s purple eyes twinkle as she looked them over. Then there was Coloratura’s grin, the brightest accessory on her. It made Octavia relax before she even realized her arched foot was down. Coloratura was so cute, so happy… and so sexy.

“I assume Vinyl’s told you of what our plan for tonight is,” Octavia said in a voice she hoped wasn’t trembling.

“I got the flyer from earlier, yes,” Coloratura said as Rarity’s hoof-falls faded away. “It’s an honor that you’ve raised so much money for so many… courtesans, shall we say? They’ve had so few advocates in this part of Manehattan.”

Octavia shrugged. “T’was nothing," she lied. If it was something to Vinyl, it was something to her.

Then she noticed Coloratura was looking away from her. “Something the matter, Coloratura?”

“I—well, Trenderhoof—would never think of coming here, but recently...” Coloratura’s voice hitched again. “I’ve seen Svengallop was wrong. Wrong about many things, but especially how I use my time.“

“Svengallop...? Wait, you were the Countess?” Octavia spluttered. Apparently it was a good disguise, if it’d fooled her all this time!

Then she heard Coloratura’s knees knocking, and rushed forward to hug her. Octavia’s shifting hindlegs were punctuated by a slight sloshing sound.

Octavia cursed herself. Then Vinyl’s choice of sex stores. Then the dildo still lodged into her cunt, for nearly ruining the mood. “I -ah!- had no idea,” she said.

Again Coloratura’s eyebrow rose in response to Octavia’s squeak. Again it was chalked away to stage jitters.

Soon, the emcee pony called her and Octavia up to play. Ignoring that emcee for a second, Coloratura reassured her partner. “I don’t mind. Applejack helped me put away that egotistical side of me for good—most of it, anyway. Now it’s time I broke away with what I love," Coloratura softly batted her eyelashes at Octavia. “I’m sure you’ll love it too. Vinyl made sure of it for the both of us, right?”

Octiava Melody had to agree. Goodness, even now it felt so hot how Vinyl played with her here, even from several meters away.

As Octavia took one last look at the Coun—no, Coloratura—rifling through a stack of piano notes, the cellist sighed longingly. Vinyl was always so considerate during moments like this, and it was only seeing her newest dualist that Octavia finally found out how much. Rolling a hoof through the pompadour of a mane, the rolled black hairs rippling under her tender care, she grabbed the stand of her cello with the other forehoof.

Both mares moved to the voice at the mic. “...and now for our ClockRock Fest’s last performance, prepare to give it all up for Miss Octaiva Melody and Coloraaaatura!” Watching Roseluck call them up bought that thrill of playing back into Octavia’s body .Her nerves lit up like a switchboard as she balanced her cello against her body. Standing on her hind hooves, taking her strummer in her forehoof, Octavia’s eyes drifted to her co-musician one last time.

Coloratura was setting up near the grand piano, Rarity’s short time on the mic the only musical performance not involving the large piano that night. If such a departure from the norm affected either Rarity or Coloratura, neither of them showed it. Already, the former mare’s true score of the night was present; Rarity was curled up next to Royal Guard Spearhead on the smoking couch next to them. Even here, Octavia’s ears perked at the soft smacks of their lips connecting, Rarity’s suit being teased away from her shoulders by Spearhead’s slow movements.

And barely ten feet from them, Octavia’s eyes locked on her beloved Vinyl Scratch. The pony had taken up to a table near the back, soft amber lamplight washing over both her and Princess Luna. How Vinyl had scored such private time with the reclusive ruler still boggled Octavia’s mind. Yet there they were in the cordoned VIP section. Not even the two Night Guard stallions there were enough to dampen their mood as they chatted.

The glint of those batponies’ lavender armor also didn’t outshine the remote near Vinyl’s hoof. With a jaw-dropping start, Octavia saw it was hooked up into one of the speakers above the club’s arched walls. Before she could tell the impishly grinning unicorn from even thinking of getting her off in a crowded club, Vinyl’s dial twisted on the blue knob at its center.

Octavi’sa pussy throbbed around the double-headed dildo as it buzzed to life, slick juices soon leaking out to coat the rest of it clinging to her thigh. With a gulp, she started to play.

Their duet, a tune called ‘Everything Goes”, was a rather unique piece for Octavia. Basically, she had to handle the low notes while Coloratura did the high notes. Considering Octavia had a stringed instrument and Coloratura a keyed one, this would prove a difficult song to master this way. Octavia was out of her depth, but she liked the challenge.

“Times have chaaanged…” Coloratura's started, tapping at the piano. “When we turned-up the hourglass / since the first ponies did amass / on the beaches of Crystaller Pass…”

Octavia nodded, even as her folds clenched around the rubbery intruder buzzing inside them. So fa-ah!-ar, so good. she thought. “Oh… so good,” she breathily added.

“Now, todaaay…” Coloratura continued to sing. “...we turn up to the honey-tap / Instead of coming to Crystaller Pass, crystal sap will cum from theeeem…”

As her bowstring-holding hoof swept over her cello’s thick body, Octavia closed her eyes. It was no impediment, as every note flashed before her eyelids, the result of years of practice.

Then Coloratura changed everything. She’d been great until their third stanza, her work at the piano a modern marvel But at that third stanza, she started missing keystrokes. Octavia thought it was because of what she’d said better, of this being her first time playing in The Winking Mare. Or it could've been jitters; the last few minutes of a song were always the most troubling.

Yet despite her hooves trembling on her keys, Coloratura’s voice still rang strong.

“The world can now fap today
Or hoof-clap today
For cuntsap today
That they’ll lap today
And that chap today
Who took a nap to-day
Well they’re up now, I suppo-oooh!-se!”

Then Coloratura raised her hips to strike at the keys harder. Suddenly, Octavia’s list of reasons for Coloratura's off-key overture narrowed to one as she looked between the pianist’s legs. There was a colossal ass plug in Coloratura’s rump, thrumming wildly in her puckered hole. And her tail was tucked to her right, keeping all but Octavia from seeing her twitch against the intrusion.

It was also drizzling with lube, the liquid staining her bare cheeks and pussy too. Correction, thought Octavia, except for the instructions.

From left asscheek to right, the words Tura Polishes, Tavi Plunges werewritten in blue lipstick. Apparently. Vinyl had prepared Coloratura and Octaiva quite well.

Coloratura was soon heading In Octavia’s direction, their song’s newest stanza, rolling off Coloratura’s tongue faster than the liquor in this tavern.

“When Wonderbolters run to Soarin’ / to find out why there’s been moanin’ / in stereoooo... / Everything gooooes…”

Octavia turned back to the crowd, unsure how they’d take Coloratura leaving her post. But they seemed to have the same carnal intent. Rarity and Spearhead were liplocked. Near the bar, Misty and High Wings were being eaten out but Thunderlane and Wind Waker.

Even at the VIP section, Vinyl was sucking off both Night Guards’ cocks as Luna’s tongue lashed into her folds. Gurgling happily, Vinyl lolled out her tongue, those two Night Guard’s soon painting it as white as the rest of her body with ropes of jizz.

Then Octavia was brought back to the stage by Coloratura shamelessly leaning down before her. Soon, her lips were wrapped around the protruding bulb of Octavia’s dick. The large cello was the only thing keeping the crowd from seeing Coloratura’s head, not that they seemed up to stopping her. Soft slurping sounds soon echoed out as Coloratura’s tongue swirled around that fake dick, the rainbow swirled on it glowing through her pursed lips.

Octavia was suddenly grateful for not having a speaking role. At this point, it’d be a mantra of “fuckfuckfuckVinylturnitupfuckmerutmemakemecum...” Despite Octavia’s thoughts to the contrary, DJ Pon-3’s refused her silent plea. The half of the dildo inside Octavia’s folds remained at its maddening slow vibration. But seeing Coloratura, the former Countess and Manehattan idol, sucking her off… it was mouthwateringly hot.

Hotness that didn’t distract from the fact there were still two more lines left in their song and one pianist too full of silicon shaft to sing them. Octavia was up.

“When Pinkie Pie, at h-ah!-her next food drive / sees the Cakes try for kid number five / her grin groooows / ‘Cause everything goooes….”

Octavia could barely direct her words to the crowd, with her eyes locked on Coloratura’s slobbering on her dick-knob. Her hips did know how to direct though, pushing straight into that waiting mouth of Coloratura.

“Mmmmm….” hummed Coloratura, her head turning as she continued her blowjob. Octavia wanted to know why the pianist had done it—since it looked quite uncomfortable—until she saw that tasty bulge. Her own dildo was pushing a rut into Coloratura’s throat as it went in and now, and the motion made Octavia's eyes dilate. Now missing notes of her own, the upright Octavia could care less as she started thrusting harder into Coloratura’s face.

Thwip Thwip Thwips rang out around The Winking Mare, thanks to Octavia’s furious throatfucking. They were soon lost in a flurry of moans and schlicking noises, dicks around the entirety of the bar being sucked and fucked along with Octavia.

Octavia strained for her next line, only just remembering how Vinyl had made her cum at this time during rehearsal of it in their house.
“W-fuck!- Fleur de Lis, for all her braying / goes to-oh!- the Night Guard, displaying / her carnal throes… / Everything gooo-oh yeeees!”

Octavia's head landed limply against the top edge of her celo as she moaned. The friction Coloratura’s headbanging gave to the part of the dildo still in Octavia’s pussy was divine. Slowly, Octavia hilted herself faster, both mares’ hooves mashing at their wet pussies. By the time they climaxed, it sounded like Octavia and Coloratura were in a waterbed instead of a wooden stage.

Coloratura was first to orgasm, the hoof at her folds pushing in entirely on the last thrust. Her juices sprayed out among them, polishing the stage. Coloratura's muffled cries intermingled with Rarity’s, several meters away, in almost perfect sync. From Octavia's vantage point, she could see Spearhead behind Rarity’s pinstripe-coat-clad legs like Coloratura was between hers. And she had a vivid idea of what Rarity felt, as the vibrations from Coloratura's wanton moan traveled into her folds like Spearhead did for the fashionista.

It was more than enough to push Octavia’s voice into the high notes as she climaxed. With the didio in her soaked silt and Rarity's moans plugging her ears, Octavia’s loins stood no chance. Around the dildo stuffed in her folds, hot marecum spilled forth. Her pussy’s release was just as messy as her movements over the cello’s strings and twice as pleasurable. Some lucky streams even jetted into Coloratura's mouth, the appreciative mare gurgling around the bittersweet treat.

Octiva barely had time to set her cello on the ground before Coloratura caught her lips in a bruising kiss. Tasting her own cum on the music partner’s maw, Octaiva shot her tongue into Coloratura's mouth for more. Her voracious tongue tangled with Coloratura's for dominance, her now thoroughly lubed cock sliding behind Coloratura's legs for more carnal contact.

Wrapping her hoof around a clutch of purple hair, Octave, pulled Coloratura's head back to break their kiss. “Piano now, please," Octavia purred to Coloratura.

Waiting for Coloratura's eyes to stop rolling in bliss from the feel of her mane being pulled, Octavia let go, smacking Coloratura’s ass as she turned around. The ‘polishes’ written on Coloratura’s ass was smudged by the impact, a moan shooting from her lips as her rump jibbled.

In several strides, Coloratura obliged her husky demand, her voice throaty and trebled as she swayed her hips.

“Just lie back and think of me
Or down a drink to me
Or tell your kink to me
If your clits wink to me
Or just sink to me
Two in the pink of me
To all four, I’m not oppoooosed...”

When one of her forehooves braced on the piano lid’s lip, Coloratura’s ass plopped onto the bench next to that grand piano. Her drooling clit and plug-stuffed ponut were spread by her other forehoof, thrumming with rainbow light from the color wheel on her plug. Her tail docked, waiting for Octavia to mount the holes beneath with her massive member. And her head shot back to look at Octavia, the most debauched look plastered on her face.

Octavai shot Vinyl one last look, her tongue flapping out at seeing her mate thrash under Luna. The Queen of the Night was more like a slaving beast as she slurped as she hungrily lapped at Vinyl’s cunt. Vinyl herself barely managed to motion to Octavia to fuck Coloratura senseless, before bumping the dildos’ switch up another level.

Octavia’s knees buckled as she felt the vibrations in her pussy speed up. Her need to rut Coloratura boiling over, Octavia stumbled over. No longer caring how she looked, Octavia sat on the bench, her dildo soon slapping against Coloratura’s shiny rump as it glistened in the stage-lights within inches of her spread thighs. Bracing her forehooves against Coloratura’s glutes, Octavia rose her perverted pianist up from her lap, finishing their song as she did.

“When naughty mares spit-shine dildonics / they’ll beg for those electronics / in closing shoooows…” Octavia crooned, waiting until Coloratura’s pussy rested teasingly on her dildo’s stuff bulb before wrapping up with, “Everything goooes....”

“That’s not the lyrics, bu-oh!” Coloratura's mind blitzed out from the feel of her lips being spread by Octavia’s toy. Groaning, Coloratura tried her damndest to push her hips down. Her pussy gushed over the thick cocktip of Octavia’s dildo, trying to impale both of her thirsting holes on the madly vibrating staffs buzzing against them.

But her perch on the piano provided no leverage, and Octavia’s hooves held firm against her plump ass. “C’mon, Tavi, you ne-eee!-ed this as much as me-umph!” Coloratura gasped.

Octavia’s left hoof left its position to smack against Coloratura’s rump, the desperate gasp she gave music to the cellist’s ears. “Only Vinyl gets to call me that,” Octavia hissed. “Now beg for me, or I’ll go screw her instead.”

A feral groan bubbled from Coloratura’s maw. Right after it came her concession. “Oh, Octavia! Please this countess’s slutty cunt! Break her o-oh!-over your hard, heavy cock!” Her legs flailed in the air, stroking at the sides of Octavia's barrel as she sat up. Kneading at Coloratura’s ass cheeks, Octavia moved her hips until her dildo’s knob was right over the drenched canal.

“Scream for me, then, trollop.” And Octavia let the pianist go. Coloratura's hips sank home onto five, then seven inches of stuff silicon shaft, bathing it in honey. Her moan was pure heaven, echoing in Octavia’s ears just like the crowds’ throes of passion attempted to.

Octavia’s view tunneled as she watched Coloratura sidle down onto her lap. Gone were Misty Sky and High wings, sucking each other’s maws off as their fellow Wonderbolt stallons pounded their asses raw. Gone were Rarity’s coos, her hind hooves sliding over Spearhead’s dick as he rammed a forehoof into his mouth to keep from waking all Manehattan with his bellows.

Even Vinyl faded into her periphery, though at least her moans from the hoofing Luna gave her made Octavia’s grin widen. Good. She’s comfortable, too. Only Vinyl’s happiness came before Octavia’s own, and she’d have it no other way.

However, Coloratura’s rictus grin was the largest of them all on-and-offstage, as Octavia snapped her hips up. Another inch of her dildo slid into Coloratura's sopping slot.

“Uumph! How does it feel this hot?!” Coloratura yelled, swiving her hips on Octavia’s length. “More! Mor-ah!”

Between the two mares, it’d be impossible to tell which held more electricity. On one hoof, there were the batteries to the dildo buzzing violently against Octavia’s flooded pussy. On the other hoof, there were the sparks shooting through Coloratura’s body as the other end of the dildo pumping in and out of her snatch. Regardless of where the surges laid, both mares were howling in bliss, their hips slapping against each other.

“For fuck’s sake, Coloratura, jump on me! I can take it!” roared Octavia, her voice low and just. All thought of music was gone now, Octavia’s ass slid on the seat cushion as her hips rose to meet Coloratura’s downward thrusts. The sounds of Coloratura—both her lolling mouth and her squirting pussy—made Octavia throw her head back, jackhammering Coloratura’s cunt faster.

Soon, Coloratura’s g-spot was being bashed by the plastic bulb of that dildo. her hooves sliding on the note-board of the piano as she hung on to it for dear love. Her heavy drops on the shiny shaft launched its other end deep into Octavia’s bud of nerves. Leaning forward again, Octavia’s forehooves found their way around Coloratura’s barrel, the sweat-soaked taffeta of her dress tingling against her fur as Octavia hugged her tightly.

The wrap-around also allowed Octavia to feel the lump of her gargantuan shaft as it pistoned in and out of Coloratura’s tight insides. Nipping at Coloratura’s withers, Octavia drank in the dots of salty sweat there. Coloratura feel around Octavia’s forelegs became glorious as she shook in pre-climactic passion. The lipstick painted across her ass was a lost cause, now only blue splotches under a wave of sweat, oil, and marecum.

Thankfully, Octavia paying attention to the right side of Coloratura's neck with her teeth got Vinyl in both mares’ sights again. Mainly, it let them both grind their loins as Vinyl turned to the switch in her afterglow, and slammed her hoof on it again. The buzzing toys in one of Octavia’s holes, and both of Coloratura’s, sped up to the highest limit. Within seconds, both Octavia and Coloratura hit their limits too, as Octavia hilted her dildo’s full length.

Octavia bit hard into Coloratura's neck as her hips rose off the bench. It brought Octavia close enough to her fuckmate for Coloratura's hindlegs to wrap around her waist. With a velocity that even surprised Octavia’s, her loins shot a geyser of cuntsap onto Coloratura's oil-drenched ass. A sour-sweet aroma coming from their hips soon hung in the air.

Coloratura's rapturous scream followed over, as she glazed Octavia’s thighs with her own release. Her tail burst up to tickle Octavia’s torso, her ponut’s wild contractions around the bulb of her buttplug pushing the vibrating toy out. Octavia’s shaft was harder to draw out, unlike her own orgasm as they thrashed against one another.

Then they fell against the piano board in exhaustion, causing a sudden duuuunnnnto ring out from the depressed keys. Despite this, Octavia’s pussy spurted uncontrollably, caught between a craliy throbbing dildo and the leathery seat cushioning. Thankfully for Octavia’s short-circuiting mind, the dildo in both their pussies came to a stop, Vinyl soon popping up next to them.

“So, Octi, still miffed at me for keeping you in the dark about your co-player?” Vinyl tittered.

Octavia’s heaving breaths—and the dopey grin on her maw—was her only response to Vinyl as she slid back onto the piano bench. Her toy’s final squelch as it unceremoniously yanked out of Coloratura's tush made all three mares on stage moan.Octavia’s hooves barely caught ahold of the edge of that seat’s cushion before she tumbled onto the floor.

Colortuara, still sprawl-eagled on the piano, managed to get herself off the keys. “Oh, Vinyl… put that plug back in me," she purred.

“Later, sexy," Vinyl sauntered up to Octavia, reaching down to yank the dildo out of her own pussy. Inspecting it, she took a long slurp up its slick side. The rich taste of marcum made her close her muzzle around it for more, Coloratura staring wide-eyed at the spectacle. “Don’t worry, my housemate does this a lot,” panted Octavia, shuffling upon the piano seat for a better view.

“Worry’s the... least of my worries," Coloratura replied, watching Vinyl flop down on her back, thirstily slurping on the long shaft of the dildo. Shamelessly, she shoved the other end of the rainbow-pulsing ramrod against her own folds, mewling at the carnal contact.

Octavia tossed back her messy mane and exhaled slowly. “Then you can help me with getting her off before she fish-hooks herself again.”

“Fish-hooks-?”

“Trust me and Nurse Redheart, you don’t wanna know," Octavia said. Pushing herself off of the seat, she took one last look at the curtain inches from Vinyals head before lowering her own head down between Vinyl’s gaping clit.

Coloratura waited for only a second, then stumbled to the piano seat and laid herself across it belly-first. Picking up the plug, she simply watched Octavia as she worked up Vinyl. The rhythmic motions of her labia-lapping tongue and her swiveling rump hypnotizing her. Behind Coloratura, the gasps and hip-slaps of the crowd gathering their second wind made her cunt twitch.

All around this Manehatten marvel was sex, sloshing drinks, and the knowlege that it’d be a bit bonanza for the courtesans of Equestria. Coloratura luxuriated in this tribute to sexual prowess, stretching out on her seat like a pampered cat. Her eyes turned to Octavia’s tail, trapped underneath her right hip—and the puckered hole revealed just below it.

“What’re you waiting for, Coloratura?” Octavia breathed against a mouthful of soaked pussy. “I’m sure there’s enough room for everypony.”

A downright filthy grin spread across Coloratura’s face. “There sure is, Tavi.” Before Octavia could protest the name choice, she was screaming into Vinyl’s twitching clit at Coloratura’s penetration choice. Her asshole gaped too, around the gigantic and well-lubed ponut plug that Coloratura was shoving into it from her cushiony perch.

Bathing in the sounds of Octavia as she rolled her hips up to push back against the silicon bulb, Coloratura tucked her other hoof under her chin. If this showing of ClockRock Fest was as delightfully juicy as it looked, she’d have to crash the next one.

Maybe as a VIP guest, she thought, the lewd squelches of pussy and ponuts alike lodging in her ears like glue. Always wanted to see if they’re like Vinyl’s after-rave parties, where I last met her.

As it turns out, that next ClockRock Fest would be an actual roof-raiser, in a way Vinyl’s parties only aspired to. And both would have everything to do with the DJ still deepthroating her own toy on the stage floor as Octavia, her lover, ate her out. That story, however, was for another time....