Octavia's "Take-It-All" Promotion
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A Literal Free-for-All
“So, Tavi, don’t take this the wrong way, but why did I have to come with you to pick out… what was it? Leggings?” Vinyl Scratch asked with a whine, proceeding through the open door her wife, Octavia Melody, had opened for her. Vinyl looked up at her as she passed, the two sporting quite the size difference, with Octavia reaching 6’ 7” while Vinyl topped out at 5’ 2”, meaning she always had a good upfront view of her wife’s generous exposed breasts… and the unamused look on her gray face.
“Wouldn’t you like to see me wearing tight leggings, with how much you talk about me being ‘thick’?” she asked, following up behind her and taking her left side.
Vinyl shrugged. “Well, duh, but it’s not like we wear clothes. Or anyone, really. Whatcha need leggings for? You’ve got tons,” Vinyl continued her complaining, yet showed interest in their trip as she scanned the various stores she could easily get herself lost in, if Octavia wasn’t insistent on their ‘in-and-out’ approach.
“Why do you need so many different pairs of headphones?” she retorted in a bored tone.
“That’s completely different from leggings!” Vinyl huffed, shooting a fake offended glare up at the larger mare.
“Mhm. Point is, I just want something new for that party our friend is putting on. You know, the one Swooning invited us to.”
Vinyl blanked for a moment, then grimaced as she rubbed the back of her head. “Riiight… Fuck, I totally forgot about that… When was that again?”
“Tomorrow.”
“Luna dammit… Okay, okay, let’s get your leggings…” Vinyl’s ears perked up as she caught wind of the food court, and saw the in-house ‘Pony-Out’ restaurant with a new special… Only recently did the whole practice of combining their modular and regenerative magic come into the food space, and Vinyl was already addicted to the taste of others. Who knew that the modular magic gave everyone a unique and surprisingly good taste?
“…and maybe get a bite to eat?”
“Vinyl, you’ve had Pony-Out the last five days,” Tavi groaned.
“So? They don’t add permanent weight! Once you poof ‘em back, it just fades off,” she defended herself, trying to break their straight forward path, only to be brought back to Octavia’s hip with a sharp tug, nearly detaching the smaller mare’s arm.
“And someone has trouble remembering to do that, getting us charged with plenty of ‘Late Return’ fees,” Octavia countered, glaring down at her.
“Oh c’mon, that was like… Okay, well, maybe it was the last five times, but you can’t ju-“
“O-Oh my Celestia! Octavia Melody? I’m a huge fan!” The pair’s conversation was interrupted as a light brown, chipper, mare excitedly stepped in the musicians’ path, beaming with excitement, both upstairs and downstairs, as the mottled tan and brown marecock she sported twitched with equal excitement, leaking a clear white fluid onto the tiled ceramic floor. Poor thing was only 5’ 2” compared to the towering earth mare’s 6’ 7”, having to look up with beaming, yellow eyes, and still struggling to find her idol’s face as plush, freely exposed breasts obscured most of her view, not that the fan had much complaint about that.
“That would be me, yes,” she chuckled, reaching out her hand in a kind greeting gesture, bending over slightly to allow both a better look at one another. “What’s your name, dear?”
The brown mare blushed profusely, looking at the hand with wide eyes for a moment, before their brain rebooted enough for her to return to the land of consciousness. Taking the large hand with both of her own, squeezing tightly, she stared back up to her idol. “U-Umh… Uh, n-name…? O-Oh, I’m, uh, Parry Stoke! I love your music, especially the collaborations with DJP3!” Parry managed to eep out, grinning from ear to ear and glancing over to Vinyl, who gave a flirtatious wink in return.
“Seeeee, Tavi? The collabs are great! Electronica can mix perfectly with orchestra!” Vinyl commented, giving her much larger wife’s wide hips a bump with her elbow, smirking up at her. Octavia rolled her eyes, returning the bump with playful force and nearly knocking the smaller mare off her feet.
“Forgive my companion, she enjoys butting into my conversations… Thank you for the kind words, Parry. It has been a pleasure to meet you, but Vinyl and I must hurry along.” Tavi gave the mare’s hands a shake, giving a warm smile as the milk chocolate colored Pegasus shakily nodded her understanding.
“O-Oh of course! S-Sorry to interrupt, I-I just had to say something! A-And, well… Uh… Goodbye!” Parry smiled widely, tightening her grip on Tavi’s hand… and giving a sharp tug. With a quiet ‘pop!’, the hand freely detached from Octavia’s wrist, leaving a stump with a small, puckered hole at the end of it. Parry quickly scampered off, not wanting to intrude on her musical obsessions any longer.
Despite having her hand promptly removed and taken away, Octavia just chuckled, instead of having any of the ‘usual’ reactions one might have to their hand being effectively hand-knapped by a complete stranger. The large gray mare gave Parry a kind wave with the stump she left her with before turning back to Vinyl.
“Still on that ‘Take It All’ promotion?” the snowy mare asked, resuming their walk to the opposite end of the mall.
“Indeed. It’s been a great amount of fun, I will say. Though, most who know of it don’t typically stop to chat. They prefer to just ‘take’, so I appreciate the kind words that girl gave before getting what she wanted,” Octavia smiled, following along beside her wife. She held up her stump as they walked, admiring the hole and reaching up her remaining hand to prod at it, eliciting a soft moan from her lips.
“Well, hey, whatever floats your boat, hun. It does bring a good amount of publicity, though whether you want the publicity of being a walking public grab bag is up to you!” Vinyl teased with a light hearted snicker, making Octavia roll her eyes once again, a reaction Vinyl enjoyed pulling out of her.
“As if you are any better, Vinyl. I recall just recently how excited you were to do the promotion. So excited you forgot to give your magically challenged wife the recall device needed to return your parts to me, and your thigh had to try and wiggle its way around to point me to it.” Tavi adopted a smug smirk of her own, looking down at the frankly unembarrassed troublemaker.
Vinyl waved her hand dismissively. “Pfft, all part of the plan! Besides, you enjoyed it. Took your sweet ass time finding that lil’ doohickey, judging by how much you fu…” Vinyl’s retort was cut off as a passerby slipped in between the pair, and left Octavia missing her right arm entirely, walking off with it as if taking a free sample from a food booth, the blue stallion slinging it over his shoulder so the hand bounced against his back as he moved on.
The sudden detachment got another moan from the classical musician, biting her lip as she rose her shoulder stump up to assess the obviously assessable ‘damage’ before steeling herself and continuing on… failing to hide any excitement as the massive dark gray sheathe at her crotch stirred, making way for the blunt purple battering ram she sported so proudly.
“Greedy guy, eh? Most don’t take that much,” Vinyl commented, returning her attention back to Octavia, and smirking as she saw her wife’s arousal growing. “Not that you’re complaining, hm?”
Octavia’s gray face became tinted pink and her shoulder stump swung out, as if Octavia was planning on giving the cheeky mare beside her a quick whap to the back of the head. “Hush. But, yes, most are a bit more courteous regarding the promotion… O-Oh!” The two stopped in their tracks are both of Octavia’s massive, prized breasts were tugged off, one for each of the twinned red velvety colored unicorn mares in front of them. Leaving a bare, nipple-less chest behind, Octavia’s face gave a shaky smile as the two mares left without a word to the musician they had claimed their prize from, talking amongst themselves about getting more than enough milk for their party later that night.
“Despite naked being the norm, I can’t say that I don’t feel incredibly exposed without my girls…” Octavia huffed, still staring cross-eyed down at her bare chest. On the plus side, there was little now to distract her from watching her massive trunk of a cock twitch and throb to half-mast, further increasing the size and depth of her blush. The brief moment of distraction was almost enough for the two musicians to miss Tavi’s remaining arm being snatched as well, if not for a tight, high-pitched squeak of the vast, silky charcoal gray tail being promptly tugged from its place on the earth mare’s rear.
“Mm, I think it’d be good to hurry over to the shop, Tav. Seems you’re losing yourself fast!” Vinyl giggled. She wasn’t too worried about her wife disappearing before her eyes. She had the power (as long as her horn remained on her head) to bring her wife back to full whenever she wanted. (Un)fortunately for Octavia, Vinyl had little intention of doing that for quite some time, as indicated by her own visible excitement leaking onto the floor, stretching out over 2’ from her crotch, the gradual deep blue shift from her shaft’s base all the way to the neon light blue top catching many eyes from other mall-goers, and attracting more attention to Octavia and her ‘promotion.’
Octavia groaned. “Y-Yes, let’s get a move on… At this rate, not sure what clothes I’ll be shopping for once we get there…” Stuck between looking ahead towards their destination, and staring cross-eyed at her now fully erect 3’ even marecock, she closely followed Vinyl’s guiding hand placed on her hip as that large, purple trunk swayed side to side with each step, pre dripping from its tip and being flung about.
“Jeez, I think I know the real reason you haven’t quit that promotion yet,” Vinyl taunted, giving her wife’s fat cock a playful smack, making the larger gray mare gasp.
“I-I said hush! E-Everyone knows that detachment sparks a pleasurable reaction. T-This is only natural!” Tavi defended herself, hoisting her snoot into the air pompously – a demeanor quickly broken as she suddenly felt the large, melon sized orbs that were smacking between her legs suddenly go missing. “G-Gah! V-Vinyl!”
Vinyl raised her arms in defense, pointing to a smaller brown mink/pony hybrid quickly scampering off with balls nigh the size of his entire upper half! “Not me! I don’t have any reason to take what you’ve offered so generously to public, babe. On the bright side, you’re not contributing to being a slipping hazard with all that pre you were leaking~.” While Octavia couldn’t see it, on account of looking off and away towards the ball-snatcher, she could feel Vinyl’s signature smug smirk burning into the back of her skull. She opened her mouth to retort, but found nothing, just giving a hearty ‘hmph!’ and continuing on.
A few minutes of peace had passed, with the clothing shop of their choice finally in sight. Octavia breathed a sigh of relief, quickening her pace. She desperately wanted to try on some new leggings, and quite frankly she was afraid those would be lost ne-
BAM!
Octavia gave a sharp shriek as she collided into a previously unnoticed pedestrian, sending both of them tumbling onto the reflective tiled flooring, and a mess of parts. The larger gray mare had split in two upon hitting the floor, thankful to only have one eye pop free from its socket as she groaned, stuck on her armless front. She could feel that her left leg had separated, and her right foot was smooshed beneath something soft and pudgy. Her cock throbbed, having detached and rolled off to the side, with no balls to stop it rolling the smooth floor.
“Oh jeez, Tavi… You good? Both of you?” Vinyl’s voice snapped Octavia back to focus, the reduced mare giving a huff and managing to twist and push on her shoulder stumps enough to flip her over to her back. She had to turn her head a bit to find Vinyl, who was covering her mouth and trying her hardest to hold back a torrent of laughter.
“Y-Yes, just a small trip… Would you mind helping us, or just going to stand there and admire?” Octavia snapped, glaring at her as Vinyl snickered.
“Accidents like these, just hard to look away! How ya doin’, big red?” Vinyl asked, looking down to the other victim of the crash as her horn sparked to life. The stallion Octavia had collided into had suffered more in part casualties. His head had rolled to Vinyl’s feet, resting against the left foot. His skullcap was gone, and the large plushy pink organ took up the spot of sitting on Vinyl’s foot. No limbs were left attached to his, with a hand and foot scattered about as his torso found itself swapped around, ass over neck, and his cock lay twitching against Octavia’s ass. Perhaps the only part, sans his head, to be more than appreciative of the collision’s outcome.
“Uhh… Fine…” he drooled out, his eyes blinking as he looked up at Vinyl – or tried to, as most of his vision was blocked by the large white balls dangling overhead, with a cock casting a shadow over the rest of his view of the white unicorn’s face. Vinyl chuckled, tilting her foot up and to the side to push the red earth stallion’s brain back into his head, causing him to jolt as the organ and organ-holder reconnected. “A-Ah. That’d explain the… absence of thought…”
“Yup! Don’t worry, I’ll get you two back together, and hey, as payment, I’m sure Tavi will let you have that ass your cock seems to be enjoying~” Vinyl cooed, flashing the head at her feet a wink. The red coat did much to hide his blush as he ‘tuned in’ to the feeling of his cock throbbing between two massive, heavenly soft cheeks.
“I… suppose that’s the least I could do. I do apologize for not paying attention and causing an awful mess,” Tavi groaned as a magic pulse pushed her up onto her waist stump. She had an embarrassed blush face, which deepened she was now able to see, at least through her remaining eye, the large dark blood red cock throbbing against her ass.
“O-Oh, no problem… I wasn’t paying much attention either… W-Wait, aren’t you two…?” It seemed his momentary confusion from the crash was passing, as he came to realize who he just fell to pieces with.
“Vinyl Scratch, or DJP3! And that’s obviously Octavia Melody, though missing a few bits!” Vinyl spoke up, weaving her magic around the various scattered bits and fitting them back on with satisfiable precision. Soon, the stallion had been reassembled, save for his cock that had been left twitching with a growing need between the plush gray mounds of Octavia’s ass.
“R-Right… Thanks, Vinyl. I, uh, need that one bit, though…” he mumbled, scratching the back of his head as he pointed to his neglected genitals. Vinyl waved a hand and puffed.
“Figured you’d wanna grab it and your new temporary toy yourself!” she giggled, walking over to grab his shaft by the tip, lifting it up and giving the wide flared tip a kiss, being met with a sticky mess of pre. “Tastes good!” she exclaimed, before handing it over to the stallion it belonged to, who took it in his hands but didn’t reattach it, still stuck in shock at the scene.
“You’re something else, Vinyl…” Octavia groaned, still stuck on her waist stump on the floor, surrounded by her legs. Well, just one leg, as the threesome watched as someone walked by and swiftly picked up the left leg in a creamy white haze of magic, floating it beside them as they walked off. “So much for those leggings…” the reduced mare mumbled dejectedly.
“Says the mare who’s letting anyone and everyone take her apart ‘cause she gets off to it!” Vinyl quipped back before turning back to the bewildered stallion. “Part of a fan promotion event thingie. You can take whatever, and I’d say you deserve her fat ass after all that headache!”
The stallion blinked, looking from Vinyl, to the cock in his hands, to his “prize” and then to Octavia’s face. With a jumpstart, the stallion cleared his throat and quickly reattached his dick, then bent over to heave up the giant rear end, squeezing the fat cheeks against his chest. “U-Um, thanks… Do I, uh, like… Just return it somewhere…?”
“Nah. Just have fun. Don’t blame me if you lose it while you’re fucking it though. Tavi is usually pretty good about letting peeps finish their fun before I take ‘em back,” Vinyl casually stated, bending over in front of the stallion and giving her own generous rear a wiggle as she picked up Tavi’s armless, breastless bust.
“A-Ahem… Yes, what she said. Just take it. Again, my apolog-EEP!” Out of nowhere, Octavia found herself scrunching up and moaning, leaning back against Vinyl’s chest as they suddenly had lost track of where Octavia’s cock had gone…
“You good, Tavi?” Vinyl asked with a knowing smile etching itself onto her face.
“S-Someone took my dick… And did not wait to use it…” she huffed under her breath, giving a nervous smile to the stallion still standing there, as if he were a deer caught in headlights. He took this as his queue, giving a short wave before stutter stepping away, attention entirely focused on the massive ass he held tight against his body, nearly dwarfing his upper torso entirely. He’d definitely want to use his new toy as soon as possible…
Vinyl chuckled and ruffled Octavia’s mane, getting a mix between a moan and a groan out of her, the gray earth pony biting her lip. “Now the fun starts, hun!” she purred, tracing a finger around the bust’s empty right eye socket, making Octavia shiver and wriggle against her carrier.
“J-Just grab my eye and leg and lets get moving…” she huffed, scrunching her snoot as Vinyl did as she asked, and they made their way into the store.
“You know, I’m surprised you’re still trying to shop for leggings.” Octavia rolled her eyes, now that both were back in her head, and sighed.
“It is why we came here, Vinyl,” she plainly stated, watching as Vinyl fit one stocking on the remaining leg Octavia still possessed. “Besides, one leg is good enough, is it not? Not like the pairs will be different per leg.” Octavia hummed, then shook her head. Onto the next pair she wanted to try.
“Eh, fair enough. Hey, I see you’re not losing your mind anymore. They stop with your cock?” the smaller white mare bluntly stated, removing the legging from Octavia’s lone appendage and grabbing the next pair.
“Blunt, but yes. It seems they’ve got their fill… for now, anyways,” she huffed.
“Wonder if that mink noticed your balls clenching and getting smaller…” Vinyl wondered aloud, before shrugging and levitating the thick gray leg up for Octavia to admire. The bust’s eyes lit up and she smiled.
“Yes! That one! It’ll be perfect for that party Swooning is putting on,” Octavia exclaimed happily. Vinyl nodded, repackaging the leggings when Octavia suddenly let out a gasp, followed by a long, drawn-out moan.
Vinyl smirked, an eyebrow raising as she took her time. “Ohh, I know that moan. When something nice and big gets shoved right up your ass, eh?” she teased, casually spreading her legs and letting her cock pop up for her helpless bust-wife to admire.
“G-Gah… S-Shut it, smug lil’… F-Fuck!” she squeaked, what little she had contorting in pleasure.
“He did seem the type to be really rough in bed, to be fair. I’m sure he’s trying to get as much as he can from your fat fucktoy of an ass.” Vinyl’s tone shifted to be much more casual, but still just as teasy to Octavia… She knew what she was doing, as the casual degradation of her borrowed parts drove her horniness higher.
“M-Mmph…” was all she had to reply to her wife, who had finally finished putting the leggings back in their package and grabbed Octavia by her hair, hoisting her up and getting a loud pleasured gasp.
“Easier to carry,” Vinyl quickly explained, cutting off any complaint the reduced earth mare was about to ask.
“M-My leg…”
“Someone else will grab it. That’s what you want, right, babe?” she asked rhetorically, making Octavia shudder and whimper. Her eyes went lidded as she drifted off to visualize what the stallion was doing. She felt his strong hips plowing into her helpless, defenseless ass, smacking against her wide, plush cheeks. She could feel his cock parade in and out of her tight, well-cared for ass, the stallion being big enough to go all the way through and poke a good few inches out of her hips’ waist stump. Feeling that flare spread her wide every time, the magical modular hole sending sparks of pleasure throughout her various parts. Her cheeks clapping and wobbling, enticing him to keep going, and going, and going…
POP!
“Keep the change, hun.” Vinyl’s voice and a sudden jolt of pure ecstasy at her neck broke Octavia out of her temporary stupor, quickly realizing that the cashier was now excitedly holding Octavia’s bare, armless chest… and she was swinging by her mane as Vinyl walked out of the store.
“V-Vinyl…”
“Hush, hun. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure we don’t leave with anymore than we need.” Octavia’s fogged mind couldn’t grasp what she meant by that, even more so as other parts of her began to take their borrower’s attention.
Both legs had their feet detached, as it seems someone had found her leg they’d left behind in the shop. Her left foot was pressed against something hard and warm, but the other was finding the comfort of someone’s face as they buried their muzzle into her large, soft soles and moaned into them. Her thigh became that one’s cocksock, as she felt her right thigh be penetrated via the newly created modular hole, the thick limb greedily accepting every inch they could offer. The hand that the lil’ milk chocolate mare had taken… The name slipped the hazed head, but she could feel it be wrapped around a thick, twitching shaft, and pumped up and down. Both arms had found their ways to becoming cocksleeves, fitting so perfectly around their new owners that she had to wonder if that’s not what their true purpose was. Her breasts had finally been set up at the twins’ place, milk machines hooked up to her nipples to start pumping and extracting all they could – a constant source of stimulation that itched the back of Octavia’s quickly degrading mind.
Her cock twitched and throbbed inside the umpteenth ass it’s had that day, seemingly being the dildo of choice at whatever gathering it was brought to. She felt her cock be squeezed, licked, stroked, and fucked from both the urethra and from beneath her sheathe by a number of partygoers she had quickly lost track of. Irritatingly enough, her balls were not met with much attention, as it seemed to her, at least through her haze, that they were just sat in a box… with other balls? What an odd thing to do…
The sudden cold sensation on her leaking neck stump snapped her back to the world in front of her. Vinyl had placed her on a small table in the middle of the food court, with plenty of mall-goers and customers watching.
“V-Vin-mmf?” Octavia’s eyes went wide as Vinyl took hold her muzzle… and gave a sharp tug. Detaching the mare’s muzzle, leaving behind a blank expanse just below her eyes. Octavia looked down, wide and cross-eyed, as Vinyl pulled the muzzle from her head and held it shut. Trying to speak, only coming out muffled as Vinyl reached behind her vision and popped off an ear, before turning around and walking off.
“There. Now, we’re going to watch, and I’m going to enjoy myself,” the conniving white mare said bluntly into the detached ear, walking to a padded booth and plopping herself down in it. Spreading her legs, letting her own large marecock breathe as she brought up Octavia’s helpless muzzle to her wide technicolored tip. “Open up.” A simple command that Octavia obliged, spreading her muzzle open to allow Vinyl’s cock to parade into her muzzle and ‘vanish’ where it should’ve popped out the other side. Groaning and leaning back, Vinyl smirked across the way to Octavia’s head, who now sported a large bulge going down her neck.
Octavia’s eyes crossed and her lone head shivered, her muzzle moaning around Vinyl’s cock as she became stuffed in so many different ways, being used as a glorified toy by unknown fans, who’d taken her parts as if grabbing something from the bargain bin. “I can only imagine what’s going through your mind, Tavi. I wonder if I even need to tell you how much of a desperate cockslut you’ve become,” Vinyl chimed in, interrupting her own self-degrading thoughts to through fuel onto the fire. Her muzzle moaned and swallowed eagerly around the shaft that made her throat its new home, getting a cheeky snicker out of the white mare. Holding her ear close, whispering into it, “Just imagine everyone looking at your helpless, slutty head sat up on that table. They know you’re free to take. Wonder what’s going to go first…”
As if on cue, a group of three college aged mares came up and began taking pictures with the sweating, fucked silly head, before tucking their phones away and bickering over what they wanted. Vinyl couldn’t hear, but the remaining ear on Octavia’s head could.
“Someone already took her muzzle, that’s sooo unfair…” whined the yellow one, her cock twitching against Octavia’s cheek in disappointment. “I bet she gives super good blowjobs…”
“Well, I already know I want an eye. Those are always the tastiest bits!” the lime green mare squeaked excitedly, reaching forward grab Octavia’s chin and angle her head up. The muzzle across the way gave a muffled gasp, her head staring cross-eyed as small fingers reached in and cupped beneath her eye, before flicking up and out. With ease, Octavia lost half her vision, and she watched as the mare came away with her eye, squeezing it like a stress toy and giving it a lick.
“Ugh, well I can’t take the same thing as you… Skullcap it is, I guess. Her hair is pretty good…” the final pink mare hummed, casually reaching forward to grab and twist the top of Octavia’s head. With a slick pop, the skullcap disconnected from Octavia’s head, and was lifted off without trouble. Satisfied, and without so much as a word to Octavia, the group left, leaving behind an incomplete head with an exposed, throbbing pink brain.
“I always forget how fucking hot you look like that… Picked apart, like people fighting over scraps of some abandoned toy. We should do this waaay more often,” Vinyl cooed, still idly jerking herself off with Octavia’s throat. Luckily, the modular magic made it so Octavia did not necessarily need most if not all bodily functions, so breathing was as optional as anything else, able to remain mounted on Vinyl’s cock without break for hours and hours. Something she quite enjoyed, especially when those hours contained all her various fucktoy parts getting thoroughly used and abused…
Octavia’s focus was so degraded, she almost didn’t realize her brain was being picked up out of her head until it was smacked in front of her head. Her eye lazily trailing down to the pink organ that now had a fat magenta cock spreading its hemispheres. She tried to look up, but didn’t get much of anywhere, only getting an absentmindedly choked giggle from the muzzle halfway across the food court.
“Jeez, you’re really fucked out of it. You won’t mind me taking this then, yeah? Not like a slut like you would need it, really.” Octavia couldn’t disagree with what she understood from the mare’s speech, just giving a slow nod with lidded eyes as the mare laughed at Octavia’s state and walked off, promptly mounting the plush pink brain on her dick like an oversized cockring.
Vinyl gritted her teeth as Octavia’s throat tightened up at the sudden ‘intrusion’ of thought, a light growling emitting from the snowy dom. “There we go… Choke on my cock till there’s nothing fuckin’ left of you…” she groaned, her grip tightening on the muzzle as her jerks grew faster, making the head on the table squirm and shudder, the cock pumping into her throat faster, harder…
Another visitor, another part gone, Octavia now left in a world of black and half muted sound, her eye’s beholder swiftly swallowing the part whole before continuing on, getting a snicker from Vinyl. “Not all of your parts can have much fanfare, eh?” she spoke into the ear, making Octavia’s head on the table shiver and sway, tipping onto its side. Another laugh, Vinyl watching with a grin as another taker came up and peeled off the eyeless, muzzle-less face. Octavia barely managed to make out something regarding it ‘making an excellent mask’ before they left her empty, barren head on the table, only for it to roll off and onto the floor.
“Probably get swept up with the trash, so picked up by someone’s shifting around the lost parts bin… Not like that empty hunk of a head is even recognizable. Celebrity Octavia Melody, reduced to a common fucktoy…” The throat Vinyl’s cock occupied clenched, squeezing the thick shaft tight, getting another growl of pleasure from its occupier. “Good toy…”
Dropping Octavia’s ear to the table, Vinyl took both hands to wrap around Octavia’s muzzle, gritting her teeth and clenching her eyes tight as she began to pump, up and down, thrusting her hips up into the mare’s helpless maw. The gray mare’s parts all around tensed and clenched, twitching with pleasure as her true owner used her throat like a fucksleeve it was, feeling that thick cock throb inside her warm, wet tunnel. Swallowing and clenching as much as she could, dedicating what little thought and all her primal urge to get her wife off… until a cry of pleasure saw Vinyl shove that muzzle to the hilt and unload a torrent into her wife’s disconnected gut. The cashier who had her upper chest wouldn’t know it as the large breastless bust began to expand outwards with Vinyl’s load, until the final spurts came out and the exhausted mare collapsed back into the booth… keeping Octavia’s muzzle hilted right at the base.
A few moments passed, Vinyl regaining her composure before sitting up and giving herself a quick magic clean over with a spark of magic. Standing up, she grabbed her wife’s only remaining part, her ear. “Have fun, hun~” before tossing it back on the table and walking off, wondering how long it’d be before she had to bring Octavia back to being Octavia, instead of a broken up series of toys…
