The wicked laughter of Bass made Twilight shiver and run for the exit of her home and out into the star-studded night. Her mind raced for a source of help. Luna was in Canterlot by now, and Rarity’s house was further away than Vinyl’s, so she ran towards the home of the DJ unicorn and Octavia. Memories of the night she was cursed came flooding back, and she took a more cautious approach, only nudging the main door of the cottage. The hallway was dark, and the only light was coming from upstairs. She felt like a burglar, but discretion was key as she wanted to try her best to avoid explaining anything to Octavia. Her steps were making creaking noises on the wooden floor, but luckily nopony seemed to notice her intrusion for now. Step by step she made her way to the room with the light. But her voice betrayed her as both she and Bass Cannon were in pure awe of what they saw.

Not a couple meters away was Octavia, dressed as a raver of all things. Her hind hooves were wrapped in a neon green fabric that was clinging like it was glued to her. Twilight was a bit ashamed she knew what it was, as not long ago one white devious version of her psyche used it on enslaving her best friend. The rest of the outfit was latex as well it seemed. A checkered skirt complete with a rainbow top and glow sticks both on her forhooves and around her neck completed the vision of a kinky party girl. She was spread on a counter with binds holding her. She could have easily broken free, but her expression seemed to be that of arousal and not fear.

The vision of the classiest of the mares in whole of Ponyville dressing like that and not to mention the fact that her plot was on display for everypony in the room, or peeking at the door, to see made Twilight even Bass so gobsmacked that they almost didn’t notice a familiar looking mare sitting on the right side of the door, who was also dressed for the occasion.
The vision of Vinyl, being the athletic mare that she is, dawning a corset of red and black complete with gloves and a blue remote control was truly a sight to behold. Her posture was different than her usual quirky self. This Vinly oozed control, tactical proficiency and above all, a predator’s sight.

“Now Twilight, please listen to me. I know we've had our differences in the past, and I will enslave your mind; but I call for a truce in the next 30 to 45 minutes, as I wish to see more of this.”

“And what do I get?”

“Besides seeing this? Well, how about one day free of my chatter?”

“And just why I am supposed to believe you?”

“I think you know by now that I deliver on my promises.”

“Hmpf.. that's fair I guess. You have a deal.”

Twilight and Bass’s inner bickering died down, as both parts of the unicorn's psyche were brimming with both curiosity and the joy of doing something against the rules for once.

“My, my, my. It seems my little rave has found me quite the catch. What is your name, child?” Vinyl said, her voice carrying a unusual weight of class and dominance with it.

“Treble Maker, Empress.” Octavia replied, without her Canterlot accent even.

“Well, didn't I seen you during last night’s Canterlot orchestra concert, playing a cello? You seem well, better looking with all that latex on you. And I see you obeyed the rules of the rave, by placing the ticket where it belongs.”

“Yes your deviousness. All I want is to ride the music, like you preach. Take me to your kingdom of lust and heavy beats!”

“A scholar of the fine arts as well! What a gift you are Miss Maker! Well, allow me to school you then. Prepare to enter a new realm of music, sex, and complete and utter nirvana. My realm, and your new home.”

Vinyl slowly got out of the chair, and with hips swaying, she stood next to Octavia, who was now wincing with buildup of lust. She stroked the gray mare, and gave her prey a lustful kiss. Their tongues danced for a few tense moments, only to break contact at the sweetest part. The glassy look in Octavia’s eyes and the sweat glistening in the artificial light all over the grey mare’s body made Twilight uneasy, as heat began to build up in her lower region as well. Vinyl took one small step back and levitated the remote so it dangled just in front of Octavia.

“Miss Maker, I think it is time for you to ride my music. But first you have to say please. After all, a lady always has her manners first at heart.” Vinyl toyed with her lover, enjoying and embracing the role of the divine mare who gifts sexual salvation to her subordinates.

“Please…Empress…” Octavia managed to say, her mind begging for the sweet embrace of release.

“Now Miss Maker, what do you want again?” Vinyl teased the desperate mare.

“I…want to be…your raver girl…Empress…”

“Very well, Miss Maker. Welcome home.”

A click on the blue remote later, the relatively small speakers, well small for Vinyl Scratch, began to play a familiar tune. Twilight remembered it, as it was Octavia’s favorite classical musical number, only done with a modern keyboard and not a piano like she heard it. And then Twilight noticed something odd. As the intensity of the music increased and decreased, so did the vibration inside Octavia’s womb! It seemed whatever kind of device Vinyl had made her put in reacted to the music. She was literally riding the rhythm.

“That is the most amazing and kinky thing I have ever witnessed. I am so making Vinyl my advisor for sexual activities when I take over.”

Twilight would usually smack back at Bass’s rude comments, but her gaze was full on Octavia and her friend and captor, Vinyl Scratch.

“And now for the remixed part.” Vinyl said with a wicked smile on her face and a hoof deep inside her folds.
As she heard that, Twilight’s anticipation grew. Her hoof was now travelling down as well, to ease the tension this scene build up inside her moist sex. Both mares were now contributing to the spectacle, as their strokes were getting faster as time went on.

The music became erratic, and only vaguely resembled the original theme, but Octavia didn’t care. Her thoughts were now racing one another, only to be crushed by the brute force of stimulus the little toy gave her. And then as she, Vinyl, and Twilight all were hoping for, the bass dropped.

The vibration was stronger than ever, and the grey mare entered the realm of pure ecstasy. Her consciousness floated away as fluids did inside her vagina. Her whole body went limp, as the ropes that were holding her were now preventing her from being on the wooden planks beneath Vinyl’s hooves.

Vinyl and Twilight’s orgasms soon followed as the intense playing with their clits resulted in joy for the two mares.

Vinyl smiled, but without the predetorial menace she had possessed minutes before, and more of pure joy for her lover. She licked her hoof clean and untied Octavia, placing her on the bed the two mares shared.

“Sweet dreams, you little raver.” She whispered, and began to untie the corset.

“Excuse me Vinyl?” Twilight whispered, a deep red colour engulfing the majority of her face.

“Twilight?!” Vinyl screamed in whisper, quickly disposing of the “Empress” outfit.

“What are you doing here at this time?”

“I will explain later. But for now… do you have a mop?”

“Why would you ever… Oh… oh right.”

One awkward floor and hoof cleaning later, Vinyl and Twilight sat in the living room downstairs.

“I am sorry Vinyl, I know I should have asked if you were alone, but when I saw that whole scene I couldn’t help myself.” Twilight admitted, her head hung in shame.

“It’s okay. We should have closed the door anyway. I'm lucky it was you and not some thief stealing my equipment.” Vinyl smiled, trying to subdue the shame Twilight felt.

“What WAS that back there anyways? Are you using some Beat magic on Octavia?”

“Oh heavens no! That stuff is just plain regular latex, not that magical kind you made with your magic. The truth is far more innocent in this case Twi.”

“I am listening.”

“And do be descriptive.”

”Well, I think you know Octavia has been my marefriend for a while now. And our sex life was getting a little stale in the last few months. As luck would have it, I came home early one day from a gig and Octi was in the bathroom, but her diary was on the bed. Now usually I tend to look away, but that day something came over me, and I scanned it quickly before she could return. To my surprise, each weekly entry had a sexual fantasy as a footnote. Things like being someone else, under a different name and personality, you know? Demon ponies, alicorns, Luna, all kinds of kinky ideas. After finding that out, I just waited for her to get out of the shower, and confront her. She was so scared I would think of her as some freak, but most of the stuff she wrote I always wanted to try anyway. So now for one night each week we do roleplay. Last week I was a latex maid named Feather Duster, and she was my bossy landlord Credit Deposit. It was great until I broke a vase and she had to spank…”

“Imagine, an army of latex maids…wow.”

“Please Vinyl, I think I understand. Don’t want to make you clean a stain on your couch as well.”

“Okay, so why did you break in my house if not for peeping?”

“Well, Bass said that Dash might already be her thrall, and I want to save her! But I can’t face her, not as weak as I am now. If I do, Bass will use her as a lever in her favour, and before you could say “Levitation Spell” I would be Bass completely.”

“And that is a bad thing?”

“Shut up Bass! I thought we had a deal!”

“Oh fine! I see you two mares tomorrow then.”

“You girls had a deal?”

“Yes, peeping on you for a day of silence.”

“Cool, I guess. Okay, enough chatter! I will look for Dash, but in the meantime you can go and inform Rarity. Just skip the whole roleplay part if you can...”

Soon enough Vinyl and Twilight were outside, locking the front door behind them.

“My best bet is to look for Dash at the club.”

“Roger that!”

“Be careful!”

“You too!”

Both mares went their separate ways, leaving Octavia sleeping like an angel in her bed, mumbling something about some wicked bass.

Author's Note

And Octavia enters the plot with her, well plot to be honest. After this breather in the story, Vinyl looks for Dash, Twilight looks for Rarity, and Dash looks for Bass. Simple, right? Stay tuned!