Élégie, Opus 24 - Chap 6 - Gigue

Completely out of place in the posh neighborhood, a single white pony limped down the street. She was covered in dust, ash and blood, her once spikey mane matted down against her. The streets were completely deserted in the early morning. The far off sound of birds singing mingled with her awkward hoofclops, as she kept her front hoof cradled tightly against her body.

Vinyl Scratch had run as long as she could. Now her pace was slowed to a walk, her lungs straining to breathe as she coughed on bits of dust in her scratchy throat. Her body felt exhausted and tense all at once, as if her muscles strained of their own accord, moving her down the street as a pony marionette. She couldn’t seem to think of anything. Something had happened, and now she couldn’t use her hoof. That’s all that mattered right now. She also knew she couldn’t go back to Octavia’s. There was only one place that seemed safe right now.

She walked through the glitz and the glamour of downtown Canterlot. She passed the streets of respectable society and headed into the outskirts.

Vinyl saw the same streets with the broken bottles and refuse. She saw a familiar pony bum rummaging in a side alley. She came to a large stone block building. The sun was rising, hitting the stone face. Vinyl smiled a weak smile. It was exactly as she remembered. She staggered up the six flights of stairs slowly. The wooden door to her old apartment was open. Walking inside, she laughed. No one had even bothered to clean out her old crappy furniture. She limped over to her old couch and collapsed. As the sun shone brightly on her dusty coat, she instantly lost herself in a dream filled sleep.


“Miss Scratch!”

“Huh?”

“Miss Scratch! Are you telling me you don’t have your assignment done again? It was a simple task. All you had to do was write your thoughts on the prepared piece.” Her professor glared down at her angrily. “You didn’t even write one sentence, did you?”

“Well, I…”

A grey pony popped her head around the corner, looking into the class. “Oh, there you are Vinyl. Did you forget our appointment?”

The spectacled teacher looked over at the earth pony, perturbed at the interruption. “Ah, Miss Octavia, if you could wait outside for a moment for your friend. I’m in the middle of a discussion.”

Octavia looked at the teacher with little emotion. “That’s fine, Mr. Board. If you would just answer one quick question.”

“Oh?”

“My father says your latest paper was one of the worst things he’s ever seen. He wanted to know what I thought of it.” The pony smirked at him. “Mr. Board, what’s tenure? I’m afraid I’m not familiar with the term.”

The older pony coughed, clearing his throat. He was noticeably shaken. Vinyl just looked on in awe. “Well…that is, that’s another matter for another time, Miss Octavia. I think you and your friend should go out and enjoy the rest of the day. Give your father my best.”

Octavia smiled happily. “I will, Mr. Board.”


The two mares trotted out of the hall and into the sunny autumn day. “That was amazing Octy! I don’t know how you do it.”

“Hmph, I have my ways.” She smiled at the other pony, and touched her muzzle to Vinyl’s ear, nuzzling her side gently.

The unicorn blushed. “Well…thanks for the save, girl. I’m going to go finish this paper so Mr. Board doesn’t have my head. I’ll…see you tomorrow?”

Octavia winked at her. “Don’t worry about that old fossil. I’ll make sure you don’t even have to turn in that paper. My father is on the board, after all.” She bumped her flank into Vinyl’s, causing a slight gasp from the other pony. “Why don’t we go have some fun?”

“I dunno Octy. I got in trouble last time.”

“It’s alright. I’ll make sure nothing ever happens to you.” Octavia ran her head over Vinyl’s mane. She cut it so short this year. Such a turn on. “C’mon.” She galloped away, looking back suggestively. Vinyl looked at the ground. After thinking a moment, she chased after the earth pony.


Vinyl nudged the dorm room door open, immediately tackled by the more powerful grey mare. Octavia pinned her on the floor, her hooves holding down the unicorn. She reached down her head and pressed it against Vinyl’s muzzle, locking in a deep kiss.

“We…we should probly close the door.” Vinyl said softly.

“Hmm. I spose.” Octavia smirked at her. Vinyl lit her horn and flung it shut, making sure the lock was in place.

“Now that we’re alone, you won’t need this, will you?” Octavia impatiently pulled at the other pony’s school uniform, a simple black blouse with matching skirt. “Why don’t you take it off for me?”

Vinyl hesitated. She sat up, feeling the earth pony’s eyes burrow into her. She saw that Octavia had already shed her uniform. “Octy…I don’t know if I want to again. Last time, I dunno, it was really strange. I just don’t know if I’m…”

The grey mare stepped forward, until her muzzle was next to Vinyl’s. She rubbed herself against the other mare, looking into her eye. “If you’re what?”

Her face lit up crimson, Vinyl Scratch pulled herself away. “I don’t know if I’m into mares. Last time you made me. You hurt me too…”

Octavia chuckled. “You little whorse. You’re already wet, aren’t you? Stop acting coy.” She reached a hoof down, and stuck it under Vinyl’s uniform, pressing it against her sex. “You know you want this.” Octavia reached back to her desk, and produced two tabs of paper on her hoof. “Here, try this.”

“I…I don’t know. Last time I missed a day of class. I nearly got thrown out of school.”

“Shhh. Do you want to stay in that class with Mr. Board? I’ll make sure everything is fine. Just try it Vinyl. I promise it will be fine.” Octavia leaned over and kissed her gently on the cheek.

“Okay.”

The tab dissolved completely on her tongue. Her whole being seemed to float away. It felt almost as if the sun from outside had reached in and consumed her. The room was gone. And so were her inhibitions.

She giggled as she directed her magic at her uniform, clumsily removing the buttons, one by one, and pulling it off her shoulders, exposing herself to the delight of Octavia. The grey mare jumped her again, feeling the powerful hallucinogen, burying her face in Vinyl’s furry chest. She started licking the mare all over, bringing forth riotous laughter.

She hooked a hoof under the black skirt, pulling it down. Vinyl gasped as the grey hoof found its mark, rubbing against her clit hard. Octavia clamped her legs together, gyrating her hips as her friend continued masturbating her.

“I…told you it would be good.” Octavia panted into her ear, nibbling on it. Vinyl looked down and saw her rubbing herself as she assaulted the white pony. She didn’t know if she liked this or not. Her whole body had become one huge nerve center, every action bringing a new pleasure to her brain.

The whole room was getting fuzzy. She couldn’t focus on what was happening anymore. All she remembered was the tingling feeling all over her body. The heat between her legs. She spread herself widely, thrusting against the grey mare.

Looking at the soft pink dildo Octavia had produced from her dresser, her brain tried to scream something to her. But it was lost as that oh so skilled hoof found her clit again. Her protests were turned into a low moan as she felt the tip of the fat rod enter her, finding no resistance in her slick cunt. She saw that grin on her friend’s face as she eased it upwards, felt the pain as it pierced her virginity. A few drops of blood stained her snow white coat as Octavia picked up her pace.

Her friend took so much from her that day as she was pressed down onto the thin dorm carpet. Vinyl could only vaguely remember the look of glee in her face as she took her virginity, and bent her to her will so easily. She remembered the feeling of helplessness she felt. She never forgot it once.


“Wake up.”

Her dream faded away. Somepony was yelling at her from somewhere far off in the dark.

“Wake up!”

She wished she’d go away.

“Wake up, damnit!”

A strong hoof shook her. The world came into focus slowly, the light now gone from her apartment. The passage of time was impossible to tell, if she had even been worried about it. She blinked her eyes groggily. She shifted slightly, and a spasm of pain shot through her as she twisted her now swollen broken hoof. “Ngghhhh!” she cried, the sudden pain surprising her. It sure hadn’t hurt that bad before.

With the pain as a catalyst, she found her senses coming to her suddenly, her sight clearing. Vinyl looked up and immediately recoiled against the couch. A grey mare stood over her, hooves crossed.

It was Octavia.

“Oc…Octy…” She said silently. Her chest welled with emotions. On one hoof it was the one pony she most wanted to see right now. But on another…all she could think of was killing her.

The prim grey mare stood expressionless. She wasn’t herself. Vinyl saw she looked so run down and helpless. She didn’t have her bow tie. Her shoulders were drooped and mane was unkempt. She looked as if she had been crying, her muzzle being streaked with damp rivulets. She looked deeply into her eyes, Octavia speaking first. “What have you done, Vinyl?” She couldn’t hold it anymore. She broke down crying in front of the unicorn, dropping to her knees. She pounded a hoof weakly against the couch. “Why did you do it? Why? I even tried…to help you!” All you had to do was…”

Vinyl reached out her good hoof, trying to touch Octavia’s. But the grey mare recoiled, her eyes flashing in anger. “Why did you leave me there Octy?”

Octavia glared at her. “You know damn well why. I sold you, of course. Hoity Toity, Fancy Pants, they all know each other. They’ve owned you the whole time. It’s not my business what they do with their property.”

“Sold…me?” Vinyl dropped her hoof down, her gaze wavering.

“Don’t act so surprised.” Octavia looked down at the dusty floor. “We both got what we wanted. I would have had my own place to play my own music. No more elevator music and meaningless drivel!  You truly would have been famous. For a short while…”

Vinyl turned her head away. She couldn’t look at her anymore. “How could you do that. You used me…”

“Shut up!” the grey pony narrowed her eyes. “Don’t you dare say that! All these years that we’ve known each other, ever since the academy, you’ve owed me. I helped you pass your classes, called in favors with my father’s friends to get you out of trouble. And I never asked for hardly anything in return!”

Vinyl grimaced slightly in shame. “You used my body though. I never really wanted all those things we did…”

Octavia sighed. “Such a worthless thing. I could have had anypony I wanted. You were nothing more than a convenience.” Vinyl winced at that word. “You’ve always cost me, you ungrateful bitch. You cost me back then, and now you’ve cost me everything now. My father was thrown out of Fancy’s mansion last night. He’ll probly lose his job and his standing. He wouldn’t even talk to me this morning.”

She walked over to the window and gazed out towards Canterlot. “They called me today and told me I lost my job. Probly going to lose my apartment. You don’t just insult Fancy Pants and walk away from it…” She turned to face Vinyl, seeing the pony glaring at her from the sofa. “You know I really did try to help you last night. That shot I gave you should have dulled everything. You never would have felt…”

“Felt what?” Vinyl interrupted her. “Felt them rape me? Torture me? Kill me?”

“That…that’s not my problem.”

“Like hell it’s not your problem!” Vinyl hopped painfully off the couch. Every time she moved, her crippled limb sent stabs of white hot pain through her. She didn’t care. She limped over towards Octavia. “You sold me like a slave! Sold me to die!”

Vinyl could do nothing to stop the grey hoof as it struck her face, knocking her to the floor. She gasped in pain, coughing fitfully as she stirred up dust. She curled up reflexively against her broken leg.

“Look at you. A dirty beggar living in squalor. You’re no better than when I found you.” She walked over to her saddlebags, rummaging through them. “You cost me a great deal, Vinyl. That’s why you’re going to pay me back.” She brought out a shining syringe, filled with something.

Vinyl Scratch’s eyes flew wide open in panic. She scrambled with her good hoof, trying to drag herself away. “No…no…no….anything else. I don’t want it. Please. I don’t want any more. I never wanted it. Please…” She started sobbing as she bumped into the stone wall, pounding her hoof against it as she shook her head.

“This is something new.” Octavia walked over, and stroked a hoof down Vinyl’s back. She could feel the pony shivering against her touch. “You’ll like this. It’s something to make you forget.” She gently stuck the needle in the white pony’s neck, slowly depressing the contents. As soon as she felt the cold touch of the syringe, Vinyl stopped suddenly, frozen in place. Octavia kept stroking her back as she injected the entirety of it inside the pony.

The unicorn looked back at her in shock, obviously not understanding. “It’s simple. I’m getting out of here. I need to find someplace where no self-respecting pony would look. And of course, I intend to take all my most precious possessions with me.” She grinned slightly at the prone pony.

Vinyl felt a wave of fear pass over her. She struggled to her hooves, her eyes wide and panicky. “What are you talking about?”

“It’s simple. I’m going away to Ponyville, and I’m taking you with me. After all, Vinyl, I do love you in a way. You can be my slave there, just like you always were meant to be.”

A panic welling up inside of her, Vinyl staggered towards Octavia, her broken limb forgotten. “What do you mean? I’ll never go away with you! Not after everything you’ve done to me! I…I hate you!” She blinked her eyes trying to shoo away the tears as the sprang forth in torrents. She wasn’t upset. She was just happy that she could finally tell Octavia the truth.

“Well. It’s not really going to be your choice.”

“I don’t…I don’t understand…”

Octavia packed away from tools, securing her saddlebags. “I gave you something very special this time, Vinyl. I’ve been saving it. Usually ponies only take a very small amount, to forget their troubles or worries. But I’m afraid, in your state, with this high of a dosage, the results are going to be…profound.” She walked over, trying to comfort the now terror stricken mare. She stroked her mane softly, holding her up so she could gaze into her eyes. “Honestly, if you remember how to stand after this, I’d be surprised.”

Vinyl ripped herself away, falling awkwardly on her broken limb, squealing in pain as she clambered away from her old friend. “You…couldn’t. There’s no way you would…” She fell against the couch as a wave of euphoria flowed over her. It was a cold sensation, as if someone opened the door during winter. Combined with the warm sunshine, the sensation felt positively orgasmic.

Her eyes dilated, and all sense of proportion fell away as the room grew far away. The pain of her broken leg vanished thankfully. Tongue lolling out of her mouth, the events of the last night were gone already, and a sense of extreme calm and happiness flowed over her.

“Mmm, it’s good, isn’t it? Just wait, it gets better.”

Panting heavily, Vinyl rolled onto her side, no longer able to control her muscles. Her whole body went loose, and she was reduced to a puddle of pony on the floor. She stared at the sunbeams washing down on her from the open windows, illuminating motes of dust. Every mote that flickered and vanished, was another horrible memory that she forgot. The white pony sighed as she forgot how Octavia had sold her. She forgot being drugged and used. She forgot all the hardship in her life; how she had suffered and been used her entire life.

Her fond memories were vanishing too. There just weren’t very many.

The mare’s brain felt as fuzzy as her body. Any memory she grasped at floated out of her reach, denying her. She couldn’t remember what she had studied in school. Where she had lived as a child. She couldn’t remember what her favorite food was.

A silhouette passed into the ray of sun, and Vinyl could see a grey mare looking down at her with a stoic expression. She latched onto this memory easily. That first day of academy, when she had been so lost and alone. She was out of place among all the rich ponies around her, and no one bothered to help her. Breaking down crying, she remembered seeing that same grey pony walk up to her, with a very small, kind smile on her muzzle.

“Octy…” she whispered, her breath coming fast and shallow now. “I…loved you once. Did you ever…love me too?”

Octavia managed a small smile. “Yes, Vinyl. Now, get up. It’s time to go.” She leaned down and took the limp pony on her back. She looked out the window one last time, watching Canterlot gleam in the early light. It was the last time she intended to see the city.