Élégie, Opus 24 - Chap 3 - Courante

‘Fuck. What day is it?’
The white pony rolled over sluggishly, examining her surroundings. She was back in Octavia’s apartment, that much was for sure. Her hips ached, but she wasn’t sure why. She looked out the window into the courtyard, and realized it was afternoon. That meant she was here for a day at least, maybe more. Vinyl put one hoof over the bedside and attempted to stand. She immediately realized this was a mistake.

Her whole body was weak. She flopped to the ground, barely catching herself with her other 3 limbs. It almost felt painful to stand. Her muscles were sore, and her entire body was shaking slightly as if she had the chills. Vinyl realized how ill she suddenly felt as she stood up. She got to the bathroom at an unsteady gait, and assessed herself in the mirror.
‘Okay. I really look like shit.’
Her mane was matted down with sweat. Her thighs were matted as if she had a sloppy night of sex and never cleaned up. Her hooves were dirty and she had strange bruises where there hadn’t been any before. And for some strange reason she had the leftover adhesive of a piece of tape stuck to the fur on her flank.
She remembered vaguely the odd bag of drugs Octavia had pulled out from her room. That was really the end of it though. She had taken something, but couldn’t remember what.
The next thing she noticed was how incredibly hungry and thirsty she was. The unsteady pony found her way to the kitchen. A sleek stainless fridge opened, and she selected a jug of carrot juice. She held it in front of her with her magic as she shook it, scanning for a glass.
“Screw it.” She took a deep drink straight from the jug. The container was nearly drained after she put it down. She wiped her muzzle on her forehoof. Wisely, she decided to let that sit a bit before deciding to eat anything.
She walked over slowly and sat in the chaise lounge. The sun was setting slowly, reflecting off the interior windows and casting a sharp light into the living room. She looked over and saw her trusty shades sitting on the table. She levitated them to her, placing them gently on her face. She watched the plants outside blow gently in the breeze. Nothing from the last day, if that’s how much time had truly passed, made any sense.
“Vinyl. There you are.”
The unicorn was snapped out of her daze, as Octavia came from her music room into the larger living space. Her normally expressionless face almost seemed smug as she strode across the room. “You look a bit under the weather today, Vinyl. Are you feeling alright?”
Vinyl Scratch flipped her shades up to look the earth pony in the eyes. “Fuck you, that’s how I’m feeling.”
“Hmph. Whatever do you mean?” Octavia said as she seated herself primly at her dining table, helping herself to a pear from a bowl in the center.
“You know damn well what I mean. What was that pill you gave me? I’m not feeling well at all. I don’t even remember what happened last night. Everything is in a haze.”
Octavia raised an eyebrow at her. “Really? Nothing?”
Vinyl’s blank stare confirmed it. She couldn’t remember a thing. Octavia smiled at her. “Well. Perhaps if you changed your perspective. What if I jammed your muzzle in between my thighs, that may jog your memory.”
Vinyl averted her gaze from her the earth pony. There was no way she wanted to appear weak in this situation. She knew all too well what happened before when she wavered. It was all Octavia needed. The grey mare preyed on the weak like a spider, catching them and slowly entrapping them. Vinyl had seen it happen before.
“I’m a little disappointed you don’t remember, Vinyl. You were begging me the other night. Just like the old days. I knew you wouldn’t forget what we had.”
“Fuck off.” Vinyl said quietly, flipping her shades over her eyes again.
Octavia rose from the table, walking over and casually tossing her pear core into the trash. She picked up the packet of papers from Hoity. As she brought it over, Vinyl turned away from her on the lounge. Octavia sat down next to her, nearly touching flanks with the unicorn. “You realize you have an hour or so before you need to head out? I was coming to wake you up.”
Vinyl tried ignoring her. She stared out the window again, averting herself from the other mare. Octavia picked up the booking sheet and tossed it at the unicorn. It landed in front of her face, and the dates were in bold print, obviously standing out. “Maybe you don’t know its Friday. You’ve been here 2 days, my dear.”
Vinyl’s eyes became wide behind her glasses. There was no way. What the hell did she do for two days? ‘Wait a minute, better not to know.’ She thought. ‘I don’t need to deal with that right now.’ She snapped her head around to face Octavia. She raised her right hoof and placed it gently on her neck. “Octy. You need to tell me what you gave me.”
Octavia looked at her with a perplexed look. “I did tell you what it was, Vinyl. Two nights ago. It’s a simple variation of an amphetamine. I don’t know how they make it, and I don’t care. All I know is I met some friends through my father that can get anything you could imagine from the Griffin lands, the dragon caves of the south, the frozen north, it doesn’t matter. That just happens to be a popular version of a study drug going around Canterlot right now. Although it gives the extra effect of increased energy and boosting other desires.”
“You knew what it was going to do to me then. You drugged me just to get up my snatch again?”
“Please Vinyl. You’re being far too cynical.” Octavia reached out to place a hoof on Vinyl’s side to comfort her, but the pony recoiled at her touch. “You need what I offered. I remember you telling me you wanted this. If you want this contract, you’re going to need help. You know you can’t pull off this many shows a week without some assistance.”
Octavia pulled out the familiar bottle marked with an ‘M’. She held it out to the unicorn for a brief moment, just so she could see the tiny white pills outlined against the cloudy walls of the bottle. “I won’t force you to do anything Vinyl. I’m just trying to help you. We both know you can’t play for shit in the state you’re in. And Hoity doesn’t give second chances.” With that, she walked out of the room, entering her bedroom and closing the door behind her.
Vinyl looked at the bottle for a moment, and levitated it off the coffee table towards her. She held it up to the dim window, examining the pills once more. Every moment she looked at them, she became more aware of her body. Her whole torso and neck shook. She couldn’t even hold the bottle in the air straight. An odd nausea lay over her. But the worst was the feeling of utter listlessness. She doubted if she could muster the energy to leave the apartment building, let alone walk the couple blocks to her show. She found every fiber of her being wanting to just take another one of those pills. She knew she would feel fantastic again afterwards.
“It doesn’t matter.” She said to herself. “The only thing I need to worry about is nailing these shows. I’m not going to do another set in those run down bars ever again.”
She popped the cap and pulled a single pill out with her magic. She held it in front of her, staring at it. “Well Mr. WY, we meet again.” She whispered. Taking the pill on her tongue, she swallowed it dryly.

She noted the time before she popped the pill. It only took an hour for her to start feeling it’s effects. A strange warmth and strength filled her hooves. Examining one, she flexed the joint before the hoof, testing its grip. She felt like she could just reach out and crush something with her bare hooves. Her heart was racing. She felt the need to get up and charge into the Canterlot night. Octavia entered the living room, combing her mane after her nap. She glanced over and saw the white pony staring at her hoof. She smirked a bit, and started fixing herself dinner.
“Vinyl.” She called over. The unicorn was completely lost in her own mind. She was clopping two hooves together now absently. “VINYL!” She finally caught her attention. Vinyl Scratch snapped her head around quickly to focus on her friend. “Ahem. As I was saying. You need to get going dear. I already took the liberty of moving your gear down to the HiFi club. Take the elevator…” She glanced up. The white mare was looking away again, shadowboxing with some imaginary object.
Octavia smiled calmly, placing her plate gently down on the countertop, and walked over to her. She reached out and stroked a hoof down the pony’s back, scratching her slowly. She stroked her mane, smoothing it out. It was greasy and matted. Octavia noticed the clumped fur around the unicorn’s thighs. She couldn’t help but chuckle slightly.
“Maybe you need to get cleaned up first. Come here Vinyl.” She helped the pony off the couch, and led her slowly to her bedroom. She nudged open the large white door to the bathroom. The cellist’s personal bathroom was done very exquisitely. The floor was a slate grey concrete, leading to a white marble full body shower. The sink and toilet were obviously the latest models, polished to a pristine shine. Octavia led her friend to the shower and got inside. The rainfall type shower head cascaded over them as the earth pony turned the water on and set it to a soothing warm temperature. The water quickly covered their bodies, Octavia delighting in the sensations of rubbing against the unicorn and nuzzling her neck.
“S…stop that Octy. I gotta go to the show.” Vinyl protested. “Just let me clean up quick.” Even as she said it, she found herself grinding against the other mare. Her body felt like it was on pins and needles everywhere they touched. She pushed into her again, nearly upending Octavia with her aggression, pushing her into the middle of the bathroom.
“Don’t be such a tease, Vinyl. You can’t fool me. Just say you want me to get you off and we can stop pretending.” Octavia replied, an impish look of delight on her face.
“Shut up Octy. I d…don’t want this. It’s…just the drug. Leave me the fuck alone.”
Octavia’s face became stoic again. She strode up to the shower enclosure again, looking the unicorn in the eyes. “Leave you the fuck alone? Leave you in the gutter, more likely. When I found you just weeks ago, you couldn’t feed yourself, let alone make a go in your own field of music. You’re such a disgrace, Vinyl. Going from the Equestria Music Academy to living off scraps and sleeping with the rats in a barn.”
Octavia moved her head slowly until she was nearly touching Vinyl’s muzzle. Octavia could feel her hot breath coming fast, both from the drug and from her anger. “Just face it, you were my worthless slave in the Academy, and if you ever have any success it’s because I will allow it. And don’t you ever talk down to me again.”
The earth pony swept her right forehoof up deftly, catching a stunned Vinyl squarely in the left of her snout. The blow gashed her gums, causing her to immediately taste blood, and staggered her backwards and off her hooves. She fell on her side against the back wall of the shower. She shook her head, but noticed there was no pain. She glared back at Octavia, her mane swept over her eyes by the flowing water. She found she had difficulty focusing. The thought of using her magic crossed her mind, but with her depth perception off so badly, she couldn’t even think of concentrating on the earth pony, let alone muster the focus to repel her. Her mind was so awash with jumbled thoughts she could barely manage complete sentences.
The grey mare advanced on her, a fiendish look of glee on her face. She straddled the prone unicorn, pushing her sodden cunt into her face. Vinyl fought back, struggling and bucking her legs. But as an earth pony, Octavia was built for strength. She outweighed the unicorn by at least forty pounds, and used her superior strength to pin down Vinyl’s forelegs, leaving her lower body to thrash hopelessly. She looked down at the trapped white pony, her face now wild with lust and the feeling of power that only domination over another pony could give.
Reaching down with her right forehoof, she grabbed Vinyl’s wet mane, and pushed her muzzle towards her inner thighs. She held it there, making the unicorn gaze at her marehood. She chuckled, speaking softly. “Don’t just stare at it. Eat it.”
Vinyl willed all her resistance to come to her. She closed her eyes and forced her head as far away as she could possibly stretch, all the while thrashing around under Octavia. She felt completely alive with a newfound energy. ‘Fuck it’ She thought. ‘Who says I have to focus on anything for it to work.’ Her horn glowed, and a burst of energy suddenly pushed all the air in front of her away. All the drops of water seemed to hang in the air, before being thrown against the far wall. Following them was one very surprised earth pony.
The unicorn used the moment to her advantage. She scrambled to her feet and left the shower, backing up towards the door. Octavia had quickly regained her senses, sitting on the floor of the shower, laughing as the droplets cascaded down on her. “And just where are you going to go?” she asked. “You just head out and have a good time tonight Vinyl. I hope you have a really great show. Really blow that club down. But just wait a day or two. You’re going to be right back here again, begging me.”
“Just fucking leave me alone!” Vinyl shouted as she ran out into the living room. With a thought, her glasses came to rest on her muzzle. She eyed the door, focusing her magic in front of her. The heavy wood flew open, and the unicorn stormed into the hallway. Her whole being felt electric. Her jaw had a slight ache, and she could taste the metallic taste of her own blood.
As soon as she exited the elevator, she already was forgetting her problems. The night air was still warm, a slight breeze brushing through her wet mane. She was breathing quickly, still feeling a rush of energy and desire that she couldn’t quite place. Her thighs were still on fire. Even if she hadn’t wanted it from Octavia, her body still needed it.
Her consciousness snapped back to her. She had to be somewhere. ‘The club.’ She remembered. Taking off at a full run, she sprinted into the Canterlot night.

Octavia certainly wasn’t wrong. The HiFi club was built with no expense spared. Nestled in the most bustling part of Canterlot’s downtown district, the building exuded class. Vinyl walked past the main entrance, bordered by a long line of waiting ponies. A large bouncer earth pony guarded the main door, and nodded to Vinyl curtly. The mare walked around to the side of the building, finding the performer’s entrance. Barely knocking once, the door swung open, revealing a slightly annoyed Hoity Toity.
“Miss Scratch. So nice of you to show up.” He spoke sternly. “Of course, it would have been slightly more pleasant if you showed up more than fifteen minutes before we open.”
He stepped aside to let her enter. Lowering his head to inspect Vinyl as she walked by, he gasped slightly. “You aren’t really going out looking like that, are you?”
Vinyl wasn’t really paying attention. She was focused on the set in front of her. She stopped and slowly turned her head to Hoity, blurring her vision as she shifted her gaze. “Huh?”
Hoity looked nearly flabbergasted. “Your mane! Your hooves!” he said as he circled the unicorn. “You are soaking wet and tracking mud all over my new club. Just get into the dressing room and fix it. You go on in ten minutes.”
The white mare had a vague realization that some grey douchebag was yelling at her. Vinyl walked off to her room, her steps unsteady as she tried to adjust to the low light. Even walking on the street in the bright lights was a risky proposition in this state, and in the dark she was having trouble. “Whatever.” She mumbled as she entered the adjoining room, leaving a very pissed off earth pony in the hallway.
Staring into the mirror, Vinyl quickly did her best to fix her mane. She combed the tangles from the electric blue spikes, and brushed it over her face. Brushed the crusted blood from her lip off gently, and covered the gash with a lip liner. She had completely forgotten about the hooves. She admired her look once more in the mirror, as she pulled her shades over her eyes. “I don’t know what he’s even talking about.” She said to her reflection. “I’m fucking flawless.”

The club itself was done in all the latest styles. A large bar displayed various bottles of drink from across the country, lit by cleverly hidden lights in the wall. Sleek booths lined the walls, upholstered in black leather and adorned with aquamarine silk pillows. In the middle of the structure, the ugly beams holding the ceiling were concealed with gigantic pillar shaped aquariums. All manner of aquatic life swam in the clear water.
Hoity walked through the floor, doing one last check before opening. He waved a hoof at the 3 lovely mares he had hired to swim in the aquariums. Their rear hooves were inside a mermaid tail, simulating the seaponies of mythology. They dove in, gracefully swimming through the waters.
Everything was ready. He checked his watch, and motioned towards the two stocky ponies at the door to open for the night. In the back of his head, he was worried about his main performer. She was so different tonight then when they had met in the café. There was absolutely nothing he could do if she couldn’t perform though. He had no backup plans. Hoity hoped he hadn’t made a grave mistake.

Vinyl heard the ponies milling about inside the club. She heard a queue spoken from some unseen pony off to the side. She didn’t care one way or another. She focused on the lights of the club in front of her. Placing a hoof to her muzzle, she pushed her shades back against her face. Every inch of her coat tingled. She tensed her hooves, feeling the sensation of anticipation wash over her. It had been so long. Smiling broadly, she walked confidently out into the club floor.
The house lights focused on her stage reflected off her purple shades. Vinyl adjusted to the glare, and looked out into the club. The place was absolutely packed. Dozens of ponies had come to see her. The realization caused her to tingle in anticipation. She did a quick inventory of her gear. The unicorn couldn’t focus on anything she could see, but she knew all her gear by heart. A mere thought and her faithful synthesizer, mixer and turntable all responded.
She walked to the edge of her raised stage and addressed her audience. “How the hell are all you little deviant ponies doing tonight?” Some shouted back at her as she placed her large headphones on her head. “This is DJ Pon3 checking in for the very first night, mares and gentlecolts. I’m going to be assaulting your ears all night long. This is a very fancy night club, all my little ponies. Let’s shake it to the ground tonight!”
She cranked her amp to the maximum setting. Setting a familiar record playing, she expertly modified the bass, distorting it until she was pleased. She played with it on the turntable, adding sounds from an adjoining record. Blocking out everything else, she was amazed how easy it was to concentrate on the beats. It was as if she could create the sound but not even hear it. Her hooves expertly worked the turntables; bringing forth the rhythm she knew the crowd would respond to.
Vinyl Scratch must have been at it for hours before one of the waitresses poked her head over the stage and tried to get her attention.
“Hey!” the pink mare shouted at Vinyl.
No response. The DJ continued to feverishly work her instruments.
“HEY!” The mare waved her hoof. She eventually got the unicorn’s attention. She flipped a switch to loop the last minute of her set and stumbled over to the edge. She lifted her shades but didn’t respond to the waitress.
The waitress handed her a glass of water. “Hoity wanted to know if you needed a break. It’s been like eight hours.” The pink pony asked. Suddenly she noticed a streak of crimson forming from Vinyl’s nose and running down her muzzle. “Holy shit! Are you okay? You got something, um, right here?” The waitress motioned towards her own snout. Vinyl raised a hoof and touched the warm sticky blood running down her muzzle. She looked at it with unfocused eyes. Raising a hoof to her mouth, she tasted it, licking the entirety of her hoof, slowly, never taking her eyes off the mare. For eight straight hours her thighs had been throbbing. The bass didn’t help one little bit.
Vinyl smiled back at her. “I’m fine. It’s no problem finishing tonight, okay?”
The waitress merely nodded and went to inform Hoity.
The hours merely blended together for Vinyl. Between the lights of the club and the sounds, her body was working into an absolute frenzy. Rubbing her flank against the powerful speakers, she shuddered as the vibrations pulsed through her nethers. She never had gotten over the heat left inside her after leaving Octavia. She wanted to just touch herself and finish it, but there was no way to pull it off on the public stage.
Eventually the club died down. Three in the morning came, and most of the patrons had already left. Vinyl ended her set, concluding on a slow beat that gradually ended in silence. She smiled to herself as she realized she had just played her first night in the club. Looking around, she felt like it was her club now. The performance had made it hers.
She noticed something else. Two colts still sitting at the bar. She grinned to herself, setting her headphones on the turntable next to her.

Vinyl didn’t know who the fuck they were. There was a blue unicorn and a grey colt with a purple mane. A bit of conversation and they were already willing. They could tell Vinyl was far past the point of caring who was coming back to her room. And they weren’t about to argue when the attractive performer came calling.
The unicorn mare tossed her glasses onto her dressing stand. “So. Which one of my adoring fans is first?” Before even waiting for a response, she practically tackled the unicorn colt. She was working her tongue sloppily along his stomach, as he watched in disbelief as the aggressive mare worked at him. The combination of alcohol and surprise kept the colt flaccid, so Vinyl simply started attacking his sheath. She was nibbling on the sensitive flesh, coaxing the speckled rod to come out to her. She looked hungrily at the other colt, who was staring widely as he watched. Vinyl waved her plot in front of him, lifting the tail as high as she could. “You better dig in or I’m going to kick your ass out.”
The blue colt suddenly snapped out of his daze and stepped forward, smelling the intoxicating smell of the mare. Vinyl had been suffering nearly all night, and her slit was swollen as it dripped down her thighs. The colt reached his long tongue out and started lapping at the wet snatch feverishly.
‘Well he’s not experienced, but he’s enthusiastic.’ Thought Vinyl. She had wrapped her lips around the grey colt’s thick shaft. She took it deep into her muzzle, working her tongue expertly along the sensitive underside. As Octavia had guessed, years of playing bars had left her very experienced. She pumped her head back and forth along the colt’s length, each time playing her tongue in circles around the flared head when she reached it. The mare shuddered as she felt her first orgasm hit her. ‘It must be the drug.’ She thought after the wave of pleasure was gone. Everything during sex felt amplified. She hadn’t noticed it before with Octavia. But now she realized that rather than just a few zones in her sex responding to the oral stimulation, every nerve seemed alive and raw against his efforts. Even his hoof rubbing her exposed flank sent shudders to her very core.
The stimulation caused her to redouble her efforts on the grey colt. He didn’t last long. She felt his shaft twitch in her mouth, and buried her head to the hilt on his pole. He groaned as he thrust forward into her face, feeling her long tongue running over his balls as he climaxed. He shot his load deep into her throat, the mare greedily swallowing all he could give her. He fell backwards, completely spent after the night of drinking and sudden exertion.
Vinyl looked over her flank at the blue colt, a sheen of her juices still on his muzzle. Her vision was blurred, but she knew what she still wanted. He started looking slightly worried as she eyed him like a lion eyes an antelope.
Pouncing on him, she began licking his face roughly. She licked her juices off his muzzle, deeply kissing him as she did so. The colt didn’t know how to react at first, but the second time she worked her warm tongue into his mouth, he returned the kiss.
The white unicorn looked down, seeing his shaft poking her in the flank. She looked back at him, smiling wildly. Shifting herself on top of him, she poised the flared tip at her dripping cunt. She pushed back at him, working it inside. When the tip was buried in her, she raised her body off of him, and dropped her weight on the surprised colt. She was instantly fully impaled on his full length, and Vinyl started moaning and babbling incoherently as she fucked herself on the intruding object.
Lolling his tongue out in pleasure, the colt simply laid back and let Vinyl do the work. Her body was full of energy as she humped the colt, using him like a sex toy, gyrating around to force his shaft into all the right places. Vinyl was absolutely in a frenzy now. She looked down at the colt with a crazed look in her eyes.
“I wanna fuck you all night.” She cried between spasms. “Just stay here.” She panted. “Stay here with me.”
The colt probably didn’t hear her. The stimulation proved too much, and he thrust his hips suddenly as he finally climaxed around Vinyl’s twitching marehood. Vinyl felt the seed pulse deep inside her, filling her with a new sensation of warmth and pleasure. She gasped as she fucked herself against the colt fiercely, feeling her whole lower body suddenly tingle and give out on her. She could do nothing but hold herself rigid as her body spasms against the colt below her. Her mouth was locked in a silent gasp, her breath coming fast and shallow.
She came down from her orgasm quickly. Seeing the two colts now sleeping on the floor, she realized her own body was still energized. Vinyl had no desire to sleep or even rest. They felt like completely alien concepts to her. She stood up and looked in the mirror. Wiping a few errant splotches of colt seed from her muzzle, she gave herself a wide grin. She turned and walked towards the exit, her thighs still dripping cum onto the new floors. Vinyl walked out the back entrance and into the young Canterlot night.

Fancy Pants was in a foul mood. He had been attending a small party at a new associate’s lavish downtown penthouse, and had, admittedly, imbibed a few too many drinks. His gaze had found a young filly in the room, and he had made his suave advances on her. At least that’s how he remembered it.
In reality, he had openly groped the host’s thirteen year old daughter in a drunken fit.
‘Well she really did look eighteen to me.’ He mused as he stared out the window of his private carriage. ‘And they certainly didn’t have to be such prudes about it. Treating me like I had deflowered her in the middle of the room.’
He had left in a hurry, and gone to a small restaurant that only served the most well off ponies. His drunkenness slowly left him. And after a short foray into the bathroom, he came back to his table, snorting his nostrils violently and rubbing his muzzle with one hoof. Hopefully that would improve his mood tonight.
Fancy left a short time later. The restaurant had sated his physical hunger, but now he was in the mood for a different type of dish.
As he looked out the side window at the nearly deserted streets, he spotted a strange sight. It was well after three in the morning, and all the dolled up prostitutes would usually have either given up for the night, or were pleasuring some patron in a seedy hotel somewhere. But here was a lone mare, walking unsteadily, and obviously feeling very lonely indeed. Her tail was raised, nearly showing off her entire repertoire.
Fancy knocked on the wall of the carriage, and motioned for his driver to pull over and follow her slowly. As they neared, the white colt could see she had already had an interesting night. Her inner thighs were matted with cum, and her mane was disheveled.
“Well, a bit old and…used for my tastes.” He said to no one in particular. “But need makes slaves of even the strongest colts.”
He had the driver pull up next to the mare. Unlatching the window, he swung it out of his way. For the first time he got a good look at her. Fancy blinked, and then smirked to himself. He recognized her! It was the very mare that Hoity had been going on about earlier that week. Some artist specializing in electronic music or some such thing. Fancy never got into the stuff himself. But for the first time that evening he felt things were looking up.
“Vinyl.” He called through the window. She didn’t respond, just slowly kept clopping down the sidewalk.
Fancy smiled as the carriage slowly rolled alongside the mare. She truly hadn’t even noticed yet. They got closer to her, and he was almost able to reach a hoof out and touch her mane.
“Vinyl Scratch.” He said quietly, almost into her ear. The white pony stopped, and looked around, not realizing who could be calling her. Every time she moved her head, the world seemed to blur. She found herself staring at a posh looking pony in a sleek white carriage. Her head cocked to the side as she looked at him, dumbfounded.
Fancy chuckled. “Oh, I’m afraid you may not know me. I’m a good friend of Hoity Toity.” The unicorn colt was flashing her his best smile. “He told me all about you, my dear. Your unique music style sounds absolutely electric. Pity I missed your show.”
Vinyl wasn’t really paying attention. Her mind was completely clouded over by thoughts. Part of her screamed that this wasn’t right, that this colt was after her. No one rides around at this hour unless they are looking for something seedy.
Some voice in the back of her head wondered if he had any booze. She felt suddenly like having a drink.
Other thoughts ran through her mind. Maybe he had some fun drugs inside his carriage? He sure smiles a lot… Maybe he’s gay and he and Hoity bugger each other? Wonder what the inside of his carriage looks like? I bet he has a nice house.
Something else spoke to her. He’s a stallion. A rich stallion, with a lot of high end friends. He’d be a great fuck. I want him to fuck me. God I’m getting wet again. Vinyl realized she couldn’t think of anything else. This was the loudest voice of all.
“Miss Scratch?”
She shook her head slightly, and looked over at Fancy. Her face was flushing crimson as she thought about him. He was smiling at her again.
“Would you care for a ride? I simply can’t abide knowing a friend of Hoity’s would be walking this neighborhood at night. I insist you come with me.”
“Alright.” She mumbled.
“Ah, excellent!” He opened the door for her, and held her a hoof to help her inside. She accepted it, and hopped into the plush carriage. She seated herself on the red velvet bench, only slightly aware of the wet, cool feeling of her drenched flank rubbing against the smooth fabric.
Hoity frowned for a moment. ‘Have to remember to get that seat cleaned.’ He thought. But instantly he put his gentlecolt face back on. Grinning roguishly, he had a seat next to the mare. He placed his hoof on her thigh, inappropriately close to her snatch. “Now my dear.” He said, looking her in the eyes. “Where can I take you this evening.”
She thought of two places. One was the cold, uninviting apartment of Octavia. The pony also thought of her run down hovel in an abandoned barn. She wanted neither tonight. Vinyl leaned in to Fancy’s well groomed face. She could smell his expensive cologne. As she grazed his face with her own muzzle, she spoke softly into his ear. “Anywhere.”
Fancy’s grin widened. He knocked a hoof casually on the roof of the carriage. The driver looked back into the interior, and instinctively headed for Fancy’s mansion at the center of town.

Vinyl couldn’t remember much of the house. Fancy took her through quickly. He was leading her to a large room in the back. As they entered it, she saw the room was very different than the rest of the large mansion. The walls were stone, giving it the look of a dungeon. A large fireplace generated the only light for the space. There was a flat, padded couch in the middle of the room with restraints. Strange objects lined the walls. And the whole place had a weird odor about it. Vinyl felt the fear in the back of her head, but instead of following it she waited until it was washed away by her excitement.
The colt trotted over to a lush wooden bar, and fixed two simple drinks in tumblers. Vinyl greedily accepted hers. It was a top shelf brandy, but something was strange about it. She had swallowed it in one gulp, and a strange texture followed after draining the bottom of the glass. ‘Maybe it was drugged.’ She thought as she watched Fancy drink his glass slowly. ‘I guess I don’t fucking care.’
Watching the mare eye him hungrily in this room, Fancy found himself getting quite aroused. His member grew, and he made no attempt to disguise it. He kept his legs splayed open, displaying his full erection to the white mare. She didn’t need his consent. Dropping down to his crotch, she rubbed her muzzle tenderly along his length. Her hot breath excited him, as he pushed himself against her. She worked her tongue out and tasted him. Lightly teasing the whole length with the tip of her tongue, she looked up at him, nearly pleading.
“Come here, my dear.” He said softly, rising from the chair. He motioned over towards the bench in the center of the room. He drained his brandy and placed the glass on a wood table.
Vinyl looked at the bench apprehensively. It was definitely designed to immobilize whoever was placed in it. The entire bench was laid out to form a crude ‘X’, with padded manacles at each point. Fancy interrupted her as she examined it.
“You can have all of me if you lie down, Miss Scratch.” He motioned towards the bench. “I do promise you we will have a night to remember.”
The white unicorn found herself feeling apathetic towards the whole conversation. She just wanted to feel something again. Talking was boring. Her mind was fighting her actions weakly, telling her to get out of this place. To run.
‘Shut up brain.’ Vinyl thought. ‘We’re going in.’
She kept staring at the bench as she walked forward. Vinyl slid a hoof along it, as she lay down placing her 4 hooves where they should go. Fancy’s erection grew harder as he watched the unicorn actually start to buckle the manacles herself with her magic. He intervened, and fastened the last one on her forehoof. She looked up at him, her desire written all over her face.

With the mare immobilized, Fancy smiled as he took great delight in making her wait. She was obviously sensory deprived. He didn’t care what drug she was on. Not so long as he could use it to his advantage. ‘The dose of coke in her drink should give her a nice pick-me-up.’ He mused, as he shifted his eyes around the room. Although he was feeling better, and now was positively looking forward to things, he still couldn’t forget the embarrassment he suffered earlier. All those ponies staring at him. Like they had any right to judge him; one of the most powerful businesscolts in all Equestria.
He looked down at the writhing unicorn. Fancy wanted to hurt her.
Selecting two small metal clamps from the wall, he brought them near to him and held them in the air with his magic. He reached out a hoof, and ran it gently along the chest of the white mare. He slowly circled her flesh as he reached her stomach. Vinyl gasped as he played with her pert breasts. Fancy teased one and then the other until they were erect enough to cut steel. He reached his head down and gentled nipped one nipple with his teeth, bringing a sharp gasp from the mare.
The unicorn colt brought the clamps over. He placed them carefully over the erect nipples. Vinyl was enjoying the strange sensations of the cold metal on her flesh. Fancy smiled at her cute reactions to the clamps, and then tightened them both as hard as he could.
The white pony reflexively tried to close her legs to block the pain, but the strong shackles held her fast. She definitely felt the pain. But it was strange. She could go through it, pushing it aside. The pleasure rolled over her harder. She bit her lip, drawing a small amount of blood. Vinyl grew used to the sensation, her eyes wildly searching for Fancy Pants.
He was off to the side of the room again, in deep contemplation. As if he had suddenly come to some great realization, he opened a drawer on a tall cabinet. Fancy always hid his more intimate toys away. Even though this room was built for pleasure, he still was a unicorn with a high degree of class. He pulled out a small black dildo with an unusual surface. He ran his hoof along it and smiled to himself.
Fancy walked back to Vinyl. She was rocking her hips slightly, as if trying to shake off the tight clamps. The colt chuckled at her efforts. She strained her eyes to look at him. Part of her was screaming to pull the clamps off. But that voice was drowned out as she saw the colt approach her thighs again, and the anticipation of pleasure washed over her.
“Are you enjoying these, my dear?” Fancy stretched the clamps out painfully, then letting them fall back against her stomach. “I know I’m being just an awful host denying you from what you really want. Let me give you a small present to take the edge off.”
The colt held the dildo up for her to see. It looked strange to her. She didn’t have time to protest as Fancy held it up to her sopping cunt. He worked the tip in smoothly, but Vinyl’s eyes grew wide as it went further inside. The texture was difficult to describe. Its surface was something akin to sandpaper. Rather than sliding in easily, every single centimeter of the toy felt like it was catching on her delicate walls. When placed in such a delicate place, the effect was intense.
Vinyl cried out as the dildo went farther inside. Her vision flashed with bursts of electricity as the feelings of a pent up orgasm came to her. At the same time the pain in the back of her brain was wracking her senses. Fancy was having the time of his life. He played with her erect clit as he pushed the dildo in all the way. She was now positively thrashing against the restraints. His cock was leaking as he watched the drugged out pony in front of him. She didn’t even know what to do with the sensations coming at her. Fancy twisted the dildo, leaving it buried all the way. Each twist would bring forth small whimpers of pleasure and pain. He eventually stroked her clit hard and fast, pushing her past the brink. She convulsed around the black toy, her slit contracting hard around its shaft. It was a quick, violent orgasm, and left her gasping on the table. Even through the cloudiness of the drugs and the afterglow, she felt a burning inside herself as the dildo rubbed her raw every time she moved slightly.
Vinyl finally found her voice. “Take…take it out.” She said between gasps.
Fancy chuckled at her. “My dear, I thought you were a performer? Well tonight I am your audience. And I don’t intend to leave until I’ve had my entertainment.” He brought another clamp to hover beside him. Vinyl looked at it, wide eyed as she realized his intentions.
“N…no, don’t, not there, please, please, please….” Fancy ignored the mare’s pleas. His face was positively aglow as he lowered the clamp to her engorged clit. He fit it carefully around the small nub, and looked up into Vinyl’s face. She had stopped talking. Her eyes were as wide as he had seen. He loved it. Fancy turned the crank suddenly, pinching the small piece of flesh in the toothed clamp. There was almost no sound as he tightened it on, just the mare stiffening under the sudden pain. Her body was taunt against the restraints as the searing sensation jerked through her legs and body into her mind.
Vinyl had lost herself. She felt like someone had stimulated her beyond anything she felt before. Every slight motion of her lower body moved the clamp, pulling and stimulating her. She had long since pushed aside the pain. It was always there, and was worse than anything she could remember. In that moment, Vinyl just wanted the pleasure to keep flowing into her.
Fancy was now enjoying himself very much. The previous transgressions of the night were being quickly forgotten. He trotted happily around the bench as the white mare writhed occasionally when the clamp would shift. Every movement of course brought the rough dildo moving slightly, scratching her from the inside, and bringing new movements from her prone form as she tried to pull away from the pain. “Now my dear, I told you we would have fun tonight. I’ve given you four gifts and you have yet to give me anything.” Fancy placed his manicured forehooves on the bench, straddling her face with his crotch. The tip of his long black shaft loomed in her face. He pushed the tip against her muzzle, enjoying the feeling of her fine, felt like coat rubbing against him.
“Now, now my dear Vinyl, I’m afraid you’re going to have to…” Fancy concentrated his magic on all three clamps. He pulled them all at once, causing the mare to open her mouth wide as she gasped. “…open up. There’s a good girl.” He said as he shoved his member inside her mouth before she could react. Fancy pushed his shaft in deeply, bottoming at the back of her throat and causing the mare to cough and frantically shake her head. Vinyl was completely freaking out, with the mass of hot colt on top of her, and the large intruder cutting off her air. Even on a good day she would have found it disorientating. But with the drug cocktail in her, she felt like she might die each time he thrust into her.
Fancy was getting close. The sight of the mare fighting him as he dominated her completely was pushing him hard. He focused on her clamps, and pulled them as hard as could. Vinyl started thrashing and pulled her head way back, trying to suck in air as she gasped against the shock, but all she found was Fancy’s member, drilling deep into her as he found to his delight that he could deep throat her from this angle. Her eyes wildly looked around as she realized she couldn’t breathe. She could only see the underside of Fancy as he strained against her. He thrust twice and came deep inside her, his pent up load surging deep into her throat.
After a moment basking in the fierce contractions from the mare’s throat muscles, Fancy realized he had to pull out or may have to deal with a well fucked corpse inside his mansion. Those were always such a bother to handle, and it certainly would have ruined his evening. As he pulled out, Vinyl gasped and coughed alternately, her throat feeling raw from the savage treatment. As the mare recovered, Fancy retrieved his possessions. He undid the clamps, revealing raw, red flesh beneath the steel jaws. He pulled the rough dildo out in one quick stroke, bringing a cry from Vinyl. He undid the manacles and helped her to her hooves.
She looked at the colt as she got down. He still looked as posh as when they started, hardly a hair out of place. Vinyl felt ashamed suddenly, as she realized she still felt unsatisfied. Her whole inner thighs were on fire with pain, but she would have given anything for Fancy to just fuck her hard right there.
“Ahem, well then. Come with me, my dear.” He led her down the hallway. Vinyl still coughed occasionally as the colt’s seed fought to come back up on her. He opened a door to a well-equipped bathroom. “You may clean up in here. Please show yourself out when you are finished.”
She half entered the bathroom, and looked over at Fancy. She wanted to call him every expletive she knew. The mare was not so far out of it to realize he had just forced himself on her. But she also knew she had wanted it. Everything he gave her, she had really wanted. Maybe the old Vinyl wouldn’t have, but tonight she did.
She could think of only one thing to say. “Thank you.” She spoke softly, as she turned and entered the bathroom, closing the door after her.
Fancy grinned to himself, and turned on his hooves. He walked confidently up to his lavish bedroom, where he could quickly prepare for bed and still get to sleep at a reasonable hour. ‘Altogether a very enjoyable evening.’ He thought to himself.

Vinyl looked in the gold framed mirror. She looked like shit. Her face was flushed, streaked with tears and cum. The mare’s magenta eyes were red and sunken. Her whole complexion looked gaunt. Vinyl suddenly realized she had barely eaten anything all day.
Turning on the sink, she washed her face slowly. After drying her hooves, she reached a forehoof back under herself experimentally. She flinched when she touched her abused areas, still burning from the clamps. A sudden anger came over her as she looked at herself. She hated what she had done. ‘Then why the hell am I thinking of going upstairs and letting that asshole fuck me again?’ She screamed to herself. She tensed her right hoof and brought it forward into the mirror as hard as she could, shattering it and denting the thick brass behind it. The falling shards cut into her white hoof, quickly staining it crimson. She felt the pain for but a moment, and then it was forgotten. She was staring at the shards in the sink, where dozens of tiny Vinyls were all sobbing uncontrollably.

Octavia was coming home after having lunch. She had been irritated when she woke up and found Vinyl was gone, but her morning had gone well and she quickly stopped worrying about it. She was certain the unicorn would come back after all.
She had met with an up and coming lounge owner whom had appeared genuinely interested in her music. She had played Élégie for them, and Requiem, two of her favorites. Octavia had known them for years through her family, and they had seemed very interested in seeing her again. She had been unable to hold back her smile as she walked home. The crowded streets and the bright sun didn’t faze her today.
The earth pony stood still, lost in her thoughts as the elevator silently crept up to her apartment. As she heard the bell ding, she stepped out and walked down the hall, head tilted downwards. So lost in her thoughts that she nearly stumbled over a dirty, blood soaked hoof draped across the hallway.
Octavia gasped as she realized that Vinyl was passed out in the common hallway. It appeared she had rested on the bench across from Octavia’s door, but had fallen out in her sleep. She now lay on her belly, splayed out in the hall, completely dead to the world.  It was a miracle no one had run into her.
“Well it looks like my little pony has come back to me.” The grey mare smirked. “Oh don’t get up on my account, Vinyl. Here, let me help you.” Octavia nudged her head under the white pony, and slowly worked her way under her. She draped the limp form on her shoulders, carrying her inside, and deposited her unceremoniously on the sofa.
“Hmph, where have you been Vinyl. I need a shower after just carrying you.” Octavia said as she inspected the mare. She raised a rear leg and grinned when she saw the swollen nipples, starting to actually bruise. “Well, someone was certainly a busy pony last night.” She shifted her gaze upwards, and saw the streaks of cum on her face, matting the fine fur. Octavia moved her muzzle in closely, and smelled the unicorn deeply, feeling her arousal fire up as she smelled the aroma of sex on her. The grey mare leaned in and kissed her deeply, tasting her.
As she pulled away, her body was already feeling warm. She left the sleeping form of Vinyl to take a shower and decide what to do when sleeping beauty woke up.