Rejection Connection

by TaviDash

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Octavia, Sex
Length: 3713

He had always desired to see the grat Octavia play live, but an encunter shows she's not all he hoped. Crushed and outraged, the youn stallion hopes the red light district will ease his mind when he meets an unlikley mare...

It was his dream. Growing up poor, "the stallion" had always wanted to see the great Octavia, greatest musician in Equestria play live. However, when the opportunity presents itself, fate throws him a curveball and demonstrates that she is not what he expected. Outraged, he goes to the shady parts of the city to "blow off some steam," where he once again discovers that perceptions can be soooo wrong.

Written on 4chan's /mlp/ board under the guise of "Octavia !xjTYM5XIjg" as a request for an anon.

Published 2013-04-02 12:50:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-04-02 12:50:02 UTC

Chapter 1

For a month he saved every spare bit he could, put aside every golden coin that wasn't dedicated to living. Octavia's shows were not ones the common ponies got to see; only the top payers could afford to witness her live. The young earth pony never thought that he'd be able to actually witness his idol while he was working as instrument salespony in a poor area of Manehattan. But after a month of avoiding impulse buying, shopping at discount supermarkets and working overtime, he could finally see her play.

As he approached the theater, butterflies were in his stomach. All his life he had been a fan of classical music; the obnoxious, computerized "songs" of the modern era only gave him headaches. When he had first heard Octavia perform on the radio, back when he was just a colt, it was a life changing experience. Though he could hardly hear her play through the worn speaker, it connected with something in side of the young, impressionable boy. She soon became his idol, his everything. Though he had no luck when it came to the cello (or any string instrument at that), he never stopped finding inspiration in the melodies of Octavia the Magnificent... at least when he wasn't fantasizing about her in the bedroom. She was everything a stallion could want in a mare, and although he was aware that it would never come to be, no other female could ever catch his eye like Octavia.

Eying the ponies around him, blood rushed to his face in the form of a blush. Though he wasn't naked or in casual attire, his simple outfit made him look homeless compared to the caliber of dress around him. In his life, he was dressed as well as he could be, though it was clearly not enough. At one point he could have sworn that the phrase "social garbage" was applied to you, making him wonder exactly how Octavia could play for such flank-holes? The thought was so engrossing that as he made his way across the hall to the bar, he didn't even notice the ponies around him, let alone...
*bam*
"Ouch, sorry!" he says, rubbing his head. "I didn't see you there, pardon my..." but he never finishes the sentence. The moment his vision re-adjusts, a gray coated mare with a raven black mane stands before him, a half empty glass of liquor in her hoof. Violet eyes glare at you, causing him to shake vigorously. "O-O-O-O..." Stuttering is all he can do at this point as her gaze pierces right into his soul. Unable to say a syllable other than "O," the young stallion quivers, waiting for the mare before him to speak.

"That was my drink." Her words pierce like knives right into his heart, so colt and steel-like. "And somehow, you managed to make me spill it..." she motions to her neck, the pink accessory around it soaked with the same brown liquor in her glass, "on my lucky bow tie." Her bow tie! If one thing were certain, it was that Octavia never played, or was even seen in public without it, it was her signature, identifying mark.

"I-I-I," he stuttered again, only to get cut off by the angry cellist before him.

"You what, weren't paying attention? Well that's obvious, you little inbred swine." Every eye in the room is on the two of them, or more specifically, him. Were he not a grown stallion, he'd either be crying on the ground, wetting himself, or both.

"I didn't mean to-"

"Oh well thank Celestia that you didn't mean to ruin my favorite bow tie right before I'm to perform!" Her head turns as she gathers the attention of the crowd forming around them. "Mares and gentlecolts, guess what? This riff-raff who just made me ruin my good bow tie didn't mean to do so!" It took every ounce of will power to keep the tears from forming in his eyes as his favorite musician, his idol, showed her true colors right before him, all over a bow tie. "Listen here you piece of gutter trash, you had better get out of my sights! I'm so mad right now, I don't know what I do if you're still here in the next fifteen seconds."
His hooves feel heavy on his feet. Though he wants to run, wants to get far away from this, the biggest disgrace of his life, he seems unable to scoot so much as an inch. Time seems to slow down as the glare of the mare whom he had devoted his life around shows no signs of fading, or at least showing any less contempt. "I said beat it!" Octavia yells, splashing what's left of her drink into his sad face. With that final act of utter humiliation, he turns and runs towards the door, the yells of the most famous musician in Equestria behind him.
A mixture of all consuming sadness and utter disappointment began to grow in the young stallion as he made his way through the city streets, the events that unfolded such a short time ago played over and over in his head. Every word that came from Octavia's mouth echoed in his ear, the utter humiliation he expedience weighed on him like a weight. "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry..." Why did she have to be such a jerk about the ordeal? This was nothing like the interview that pushed the gray coated mane into his heart so many years ago.

Hanging his head, the poor stallion entered his home, heading directly for his couch. For several hours he laid on his back, staring at the ceiling, lamenting his choices in life. "A whole month I save up for this..." he said allowed, not a single living creature around to hear him. "To think that she is just like them, so rude, such a..." even now it's hard for him to say it. "Such a bitch." Never in a thousand years did he think he'd refer to his idol, his goddess as a "bitch," but after the experience tonight, no other word came to his mind.

Slowly his depression turned to anger. Where did she get off, treating him like that? Yes, he accidentally bumped into her and made her spill her drink, but was that really cause for so much alarm? "I didn't deserve that kind of treatment. I paid good money to see her on stage, and she has the nerve to say such things to me? I bet if I had a nicer coat on, or bits falling out of my ass she wouldn't have had such a reaction. Stupid bitch." Suddenly it felt good to give Octavia that label. In his mind, after tonight that's all she was, a stupid prissy bitch.
A small grin crept on his face as he said it over and over. "Stupid bitch. Stupid bitch." His rage grew with each word, and the feeling made him happy. The stallion was done wasting his time with her, done wasting his life on a pony clearly not deserving of him time or energy. He continued to grin as he grabbed the last of his bits and walked out the door, determined to make the best of what was left of the night.
If there was one thing other than Octavia's show he'd put his money towards in the last month, it was to pay for mares of the evening. He was a hot blooded male, still in the prime of his life and always looking for a good time. Luckily for him, there wasn't a shortage of mares in the big city who were more than willing to sell their bodies and perform a number of lewd sexual acts.

The walk to the red light district wasn't very far from the slums he called his home. Even a classical music enthusiast such as himself knew this area well, as did most men from the lower-income parts of the city. Even some of the more well-to-do citizens of Manehattan would stop by here occasionally to cheat on their wives and fillyfriends in a way that would make it almost impossible to get caught; this was truly paradise for the horny masses of the Big Apple.

He passed the street walkers without so much as a second thought, ignoring their vanilla advances. "Hey baby, you looking for a good time?" They'd ask, trying to lure him in with a display of their flank, their legs usually covered by stockings or socks to add to the appeal.

"Yeah, I am, but not from a whore like you," he'd reply before walking off, a sting of profanity harmlessly assaulting him from behind. These common sluts were nice for the average stallion, but for a guy like himself, he needed something special, something different. Bells chimed as he walked into a dimly lit building, it's exterior decorated with the neon image of tied up mare with a phallus shaped object in her mouth.

The smell of perfume and roses hung heavily in the air, the sweetness of both trying (and failing) to mask the scent of sexual fluids. "Velcom to zee Leather Saddle," the owner of the brothel said as she greeted her customer. "How may vee... oh, it is you." A smirk came to the lady's face as he came into sight. "It haz been far too long, good sir." He chuckled a bit at the comment.

"Was I missed?"
"Vell, some of zee ladies were hoping that you vould visit again." Flashes of faces twisted in ecstasy went through the stallion’s mind, each begging for more. "But I doubt zat you are here for zee shloppy seconds of another."

The stallion nodded his head, the same grin from earlier still on his face. He knew full well what he wanted, and that this was the best place to get it. "You've got me," he said, walking towards the desk. "Looking for a new one to break. Do you have any new recruits?"

"Don't I always?" the head mare replied as she flipped through a leather-bound book before her. "Just tell me, rough do you intend to be with zee poor filly who gets to spend time with you?"

"If I have my way, she won't be able to move in a straight line for a week."

Even the owner of a whore house blushed when she heard he wanted to do; being a regular customer, many of the girls told stories of his dominance, of how he treated them. Even the strongest willed recruits who only joined their ranks to get out of a tight spot were reduced to jabbering, submissive cock-hungry whores when he was done with them. "I see..." she muttered, wishing that she could give it a try just once. "Vell, I'll have zee new girl assigned to you. She just arrived less zan an hour ago, she should be fresh."

An hour? So she didn't even have time to see what other, weaker ponies considered "domination" was? That grin became a wide smile as he imagined how she was going to react to his treatment, for this new mare, this fresh catch was about to take all of his pent up aggression and rage, she was going to feel what he wished Octavia could. "Sounds great," he said, working on holding back from achieving a boner right there. "This should cover tonight," he mentioned as he dropped the bag containing the last of his bits onto the desk.

Not bothering to count, the mistress took out a key from under the desk and placed it in front of him. "Room 9. Do have fun~"
Room 9 was, for all intention, the premier room of the establishment. This basically meant it was the most well equipped, and everything in it was cleaned after its use. A number of shelves adorned the black walls, each holding a number of sexual aids that ranged from small bullet vibrators to anal beads of all sizes and colors to dildos that would put the average stallion to shame. There were varying sets of leather straps and harnesses, blindfolds, and of course whips and paddles. No bed graced the room, only a single chair where the eager stallion awaited his whore.

Excitement built up in him as he waited, wondering what kind of filly he'd get? Maybe a lithe and shy pegasus who would hardly be able to contain him, or a stern unicorn who growing up would never even think about bedding an earth pony? The possibilities were driving nuts as he sat, longing to put some worthless whore in her place.

Suddenly the door opposite of the one he entered opened, flooding the dimly lit room. The soft sound of hooves against the floor overwhelmed the otherwise quiet room. "Close the door," he ordered, "and present yourself to me." Without hesitation his newest victim did as she was told, first shutting the door, once again, cutting them off from the rest of the building, then slowly walking around to enter his view.

Seeing her, his jaw nearly hit the floor. Even in the room's dim light he could make out every detail of the mare before him, her full earth pony body with a dark and well kept mane. Her violet eyes shone, reflecting the small amount of brightness there, and her purple treble cleft cutie mark contrasted with her gray coat. "O... Octavia!?"
Octavia gasped a bit at hearing her name. "You... you know who I am?" A look of fear shot across her face as her nightmare was as close to coming true as it ever had. "But... I-"

Without another word a hoof came flying across her cheek, sending the poor mare off balance. "Did I say you could speak?" The stallion's words dripped like venom, his body hardly able to contain his rage. "No, I didn't! Now present yourself to me you fucking whore!"

It was at that instant that Octavia realized who this stallion was. The mere fear she experienced turned to sheer horror at the revelation. Slowly she turned, knowing that this tonight's performance may have very well been the last she ever played. Shaking, spread her hind legs and lowered her front ones, giving him a view of her marehood.

Another hoof connected with her body, this time landing squarely on her cutie mark. A small yelp escaped the cellist's lips as her rear twitched from the contact. "My my, so what is the famous Octavia doing in a place like this?" he inquired, slapping her flank again.

Octavia gulped. "I... I..." Considering the types of ponies in her fanbase, the last place she'd expect to see any was in a two-bit house of pleasure like this. "I don't... know..."

His forehoof wrapped itself around her tail as he gave it a hard pull. "That's a fucking lie!" A third strike connected with the purple clef on her side, causing her to let out another yelp. "Now tell me why you're here, or else!"

Despite his vague threat, Octavia didn't want to know what would happen if she disobeyed him. After all, he was currently the one with the power. "I came to be dominated," Her voice betrayed not only her fear, but her lust as well. "I wanted to be used... fucked like a wanton slut, and I thought-"

"Thought that your oh-so-cultured fans would never enter a filthy place like this, huh?" Octavia simply nodded. "Well don't worry, missy," he let go of her tail and spun her around, looking her in the eye.
"I'll treat you just how you want, mark my words." There was a fire staring at Octavia, one she easily recognized. Like the fury she unleashed upon him at the concert hall, there was anger looking at her; the only difference was that here, he wasn't restricted to mere yelling and a bit of public ridicule. Here he could unleash his entire wrath in the way he most desired.

"I..." Octavia began. As before, however, a hoof went across her face, preventing her from finishing that sentence.

"You will only speak when I give the order." Quivering, Octavia gave a slight nod. The fear coming from the poor, musical mare was intoxicating to the stallion. Blood rushed to his penis as he roughly forced her head down. Octavia went wide eyed at seeing his hardened member. Like most earth ponies, he was well very hung, his cock molted both brown and black with a wonderful flared head. However...

"It's massive!" Octavia gasped, breaking the one rule laid down so far. Whereas the average pony had a length of maybe a foot and a diameter of one sixth that, there was an extra six by three inches on him. The mere thought of being ravished by this tool brought moisture to Octavia's marehood, it's musky smell driving her wild. Instinctively she extended her tongue to lick it, though she was denied as he quickly moved it away.

"It is, isn't it?" he asked, choosing not to give the mare the smack he felt she deserved. "Now, here is the deal. Tonight I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to tie you up, I'm going to do ram you over and over again with this tool of mine. I'm going to make you beg for it, and you're going to thank me for it." Octavia's heard was pounding in her chest. He was so confident, so looking forward to treating her like the slut she was... Octavia loved it. "And then, if you please me, I might not let it out that you came here tonight, deal?"
She opens her mouth to agree, though no words are able to escape her lips as he shoves his massive length into her throat. Stopping about half way, he waits to hear the gag he is so accustomed to, as most mares are unable to withstand so much in their mouth. She creates no such noises, however, as more and more of his length disappear into her mouth.

Before long, all 18 inches of him are gone, resting comfortably in Octavia's warm, moist throat. "Holy shit," he groaned, grabbing onto her mane with one of his hooves. "You must be accustomed to this if you can take me so easily." Accustomed was an understatement though, as Octavia secretly lived for this kind of treatment.

Slowly but surely he directed her off him a bit, her mouth allowing some of his now saliva-coated dick go. Before too much of it was free though, he slammed her back down on it, his full length once again resting in her maw. A muffled moan came from Octavia as her arousal grew and grew.

Before long he grew tired of the light movement on his dick and moved both hooves to get a good grasp of her head. Octavia's violet eyes widened, realizing exactly what this meant for her, moisture began to run from her cunt down her legs.

Without any hesitation, he pulled half his length out of her throat before ramming it back in. Octavia's throat closed around his veiny shaft as she held herself back from reaching around to rub her swollen marehood. Pumping over and over again, her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Many time before had stallions given her a good face fucking, but this is heaven. Not only is he better endowed than most before him, but in each thrust was infused genuine anger, intensifying everything about it.

Balls slapping against her chin, Octavia looks up at him, her eyes completely glazed over with lust. So many times had he desired to see that look while pleasuring himself or fucking another. And now that it was real...
Unable to withstand the pleasure anymore, he pulled his massive, bestial cock out from her throat. Octavia stayed there, mouth still hanging open as she knew what this meant for her. Without even needed to be told she reached out and wrapped her forehoof around him and stroked, waiting for her treat.

It didn't take long before he came, spraying a massive torrent of jizz all over the gray mare. As with his size, his load was too much larger than normal, causing Octavia much joy. She captured as much of it as possible in her mouth and savored it salty taste as the rest covered her face and body. Swallowing, she couldn't help but moan, her addiction temporarily slated. That satisfaction came with a tinge of disappointment, as he had finished so soon before giving her-

"Oh we're not done yet." As the last few ropes of his seed covered her face, the stallion grinned as he brought her back to this world. "Now turn around," he ordered, his still erect cock hanging in front of her face. "The night has only just begun."

Octavia bowed as the sound of hooves clopping together filled the building, her last piece for the night completed. Oh how she loved the attention, loved all the eyes on her. Not that she didn't deserve the accolades; she was the greatest musician in Equestria after all.

Walking back stage, she entered her dressing room. Normally empty at this time, she was not at all surprised to find a single stallion there and waiting. "I assume your show went well," he said, a cocky ring to his voice.

"They always do," she said, locking the door before sitting on the lone couch in the room.

"How much time do you have before you need to go kiss ass" he inquired, taking a seat next to her.

"I have half an hour." Octavia licked her lips as she reached over and began to stroke his slowly erecting cock. "Which should be more than enough time to get me excited. How many friends are joining us tonight?"

"Six."

Octavia grinned as she once again licked her lips. "I can't wait."

Author's Note

This was written on a whim on 4chan, and it's my first time doing any type of clop. But I had fun and the anons seemed to enjoy it, so hey, it's all good.