Chapter 1
Octavia was in a soft, warm, dark place where all was right with the world. Then the damned alarm went off.
She flailed around in a sort of fuzzy half consciousness till her questing hoof found the offending device and she was able to turn it off.
For a moment she just lay there, answering all of those important questions that crop up when you first wake up in the morning. Things like “is there actually a good reason for me to get out of this soft warm bed?” and “who exactly is this that is asking the questions?”
Eventually sleep refused to reclaim her and Octavia was forced to sit up in bed and almost hopped onto the floor before she caught herself.
She’d spent too long away from Ponyville, and going without Vinyl’s morning surprises had made her careless.
The grey mare peered over the side of her bed at the spot where she had almost dropped down on and saw the dull black outline of the bear trap and smiled. It was good to be home.
Gingerly she avoided the trap and went over to the closet and sidestepped as she opened it, narrowly avoiding an ax that dropped right where her skull would have been. Humming a soft tune to herself she carefully selected a thick branch with lots of deep gouges on its ends, and used it to spring the bear trap.
Knowing that her housemate would still be sleeping off her nightly binge of alcohol and assorted pills, Octavia went over to the luggage and packages she’d acquired while in Canterlot, briefly wondering if Vinyl would have thought to booby trap that as well, but a quick inspection revealed nothing out of place.
She carefully picked out a brown box tied shut with string, and an occasion chitinous leg sliding out of the air holes and the sound of something scuttling about.
Carrying it by the string in her teeth, Octavia trotted into the hall, the official neutral zone of the house, and over the slightly open door to Vinyl’s room.
She nudged it open as silently as she could, and was pleased to see Vinyl laying on her back with the covers an utter mess on the floor, her legs twitching in her sleep.
Octavia carefully set her package down and considered the room.
Her own was neat, decorated with pictures of family and the odd classical print she picked up on her travels. Vinyl’s room however was a chaotic masterpiece.
At first glance it appeared to just be a mess, and even Vinyl would admit that for a good portion it was, however beneath the piles of discarded clothes, empty bottles and pizza boxes, and no less than four overflowing ashtrays it appeared that some sort of maniac had been allowed to amuse herself with several bright and clashing buckets of paint.
Well two maniacs, Octavia thought, that was a fun day. It had been when they had metaphorically buried the hatchet, crossbow, butcher knife, meat cleaver, the interesting poisons and powerful but localized explosives.
Of course, given the rather odd nature of their relationship they still had all of these things, but at least now the malice and resentment was gone.
Also adorning the chaotic art of Vinyl’s walls were numerous posters, photographs and paintings of a shocking nature. Some were violent, many were pornographic, a disquietingly large number combined the two, and all of them had utterly scandalized Octavia when the white unicorn had first moved in. Particularly the self portraits, one of which now hung on Octavia’s wall.
For a moment she considered waking Vinyl and having some fun there and then, but ultimately went back to her package and undid the string holding it shut, tipped its contents onto the floor and quickly exited, shutting the door firmly behind her.
She sighed happily and wandered towards the kitchen.
As Octavia had noted when she’d gotten home so late last night the kitchen was a deplorable mess. There was a pyramid of beer cans on the table, which she carefully cleared away, disarming a really quite inventive trap hidden behind the dead soldiers as she did so.
It was a nasty clockwork thing with a sensitive pressure plate on which most of the pyramid’s weight rested. Once the weight was removed a bolt was fired out of each side of the device at exactly the height of Octavia’s neck.
Obviously Vinyl had really missed her if she’d gone to this much trouble.
The earth pony considered the rest of the mess in the kitchen and wonder how much of it contained something lethal.
It turned out that almost all of it had some sort of trap. Octavia narrowly avoided four large knives that fell when she gathered up the empty boxes of Chineighs take out, one of the pizza boxes held quite a clever little spring loaded device that flung ninja stars at her face, and doing the dishes that had piles up activated a small bomb that would have blown her forelegs off if Octavia hadn't been quick enough jumping back.
Satisfied for now, she started to make breakfast.
***
Vinyl awoke to the smell of pancakes and coffee, which frankly did not seem appetizing right now, but then very few things do when the inside of your mouth tasted like some small rodent had been using it as a lavatory and some maniac had filled your brain with red hot marbles.
Still, she knew it would help with the hangover, though not as much as the mare cooking it getting her on her back would, but such plans could wait.
For now Vinyl sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. When she blinked away the last of the bleariness she looked down at what was fast approaching her and screamed.
***
Octavia smiled. It seemed that Vinyl was awake now.
***
Vinyl tossed her pillow at the horrible little thing scuttling towards her with murder in it’s eyes.
What the hell is it with Octavia and poisonous animals?! she wondered. Last month it had been a scorpion, and at least once she’d dumped a bunch of deadly jellyfish into the bathtub when Vinyl had fallen asleep there.
The monstrous spider casually tossed the pillow aside, but Vinyl was already in motion, and leapt down onto the horrible little beasty with both forehooves, crushing it into paste.
Vinyl was not one to worry about appearances, but even she wasn't about to spend the day with spider guts on her hooves.
A few minutes later Octavia heard her shout “dammit!” and a solid thump before the mare came wandering down to the kitchen and gave her a sheepish grin.
“Forgot about the crossbow trap in the bathroom.”
Octavia just smiled and presented her with a huge steaming mug of black coffee and a plate of pancakes, hash browns and fried eggs.
Vinyl stared down at the plate, feeling no appetite at all, but knew she’d feel better for eating it.
Midway through the meal she was already feeling better, and glanced up at Octavia who was gingerly eating her own breakfast.
“You know I love you?”
This made Octavia smile demurely and blush a little.
“I love you too, and by the way I was really impressed with the trap in the beer pyramid,” she frowned “was that all your work?”
“Yeah, I put the mechanism together out of a few cuckoo clocks and a set of scales,” she took a long pull of the coffee, “what's in the coffee this morning? Doesn't taste like arsenic.”
“Cyanide, love, we’re out of arsenic.”
“Really? I’ll pick up some more later.”
“You don’t care for cyanide?”
Vinyl shook her head.
“Cyanide is ok, but it doesn't go as well in coffee in my opinion, is it in the pancakes?”
“A little, yes.”
“Really? Works pretty well with them then.”
“Yes, it does add a bit of piquancy doesn't it?”
Needless to say the two had built up an immunity to most poisons over the years they’d been roommates, but Vinyl considered it was the thought that counted since Octavia really went in for poisons.
“By the way, what kind of spider was that you let loose in my room this morning?”
Octavia leaned back in her chair and stared at the ceiling.
“I’m not sure, I found it in Canterlot cocooning a dog.”
Vinyl nodded, unsurprised. You got a lot of those sort of things in Canterlot due to the excessive magical run off. Generally anything too lethal was put down quickly but you still regularly found things like monkey-gators in the sewers.
The two ate in companionable silence, and when they finished Vinyl produced a packet of cigarettes, took one and proffered the pack to Octavia.
She loved watching the earth pony smoke, partially because lacking unicorn magic she had to carefully extract the cigarette with her lips, and then when it was finally lit she smoked like she had a grudge against it.
Vinyl leaned back in her chair and propped a leg up on the table and smiled, peering at Octavia over her glasses. She knew that the mare now had a nice view of her.
For her part Octavia allowed her gaze to wander down across Vinyl’s body, and began to take deep draws on her cigarette as she marveled at the muscles subtly shifting beneath her white coat.
“Got any plans for today, Octy?” Vinyl put as much impudence as she could into her words, knowing that it drove the mare crazy.
“None that can’t wait,” She leaned forward and dropped the butt of her cigarette into the ashtray, “I can see something important has come up.”
Vinyl considered her marefriend as she hopped down onto the floor and stalked towards her. The hungry, dangerous gleam in her eyes, the way she moved almost like a predator on the hunt, the intensity held in every movement.
Vinyl took her own cigarette out of her mouth and shot Octavia a cocky grin.
“And what would that be?”
Octavia drew up close to her, planted a hoof on the table and raised herself up to vinyl’s eye level, breathing in the reek of sweat, beer, bourbon and cigarettes that clung to the mare at all times and never failed to get a rise out of her.
“Disciplining a certain unruly pony I know,” she growled inches from Vinyl’s face.
Vinyl licked her lips and gazed into Octavia’s eyes.
“I think I know who you’re talking about, and I've gotta warn you, she’ll put up a fight,” the cigarette wrapped in magic drifted close to Octavia’s side, where she could feel the heat radiating from its cherry.
“Good,” said Octavia “I like a nice brawl.”
With that Vinyl shoved the cherry of the cigarette into Octavia’s side.
Octavia, let out a heartfelt groan.
“Like that don’t you bitch?” Vinyl whispered.
“G-goddamn right I do.”
Octavia suddenly leapt forward with a snarl, tackling Vinyl painfully to the floor and following that up with a fierce passionate kiss that Vinyl melted into.
Vinyl lived for moments like this, pinned beneath the earth pony’s greater weight, knowing how utterly helpless she was, and being treated roughly even as her lover lost herself in the kiss.
When they pulled apart, both breathing heavily Vinyl smiled and ran a hoof along Octavia’s side, stopping at the cigarette burn to push her hoof in painfully, making Octavia moan in a combination of pain and desire.
“The safe word is double bass ok?” she purred and softly circled her hoof on the burn.
Octavia growled, a deep throaty animal sound.
“Suits me fine.”
Vinyl smiled and nodded, then lashed out with a left hook to the side of Octavia’s temple sending the mare sprawling.
She leapt onto her prone form and bit hard onto her exposed neck before she could recover, only to have her hindlegs scythed out from under her with a powerful kick.
Both ponies climbed to their hooves, breathing hard and their nethers soaking wet.
“Gonna have to work for it, cunt!” Vinyl snarled.
“Oh you know you want it, you little slut,” Octavia answered, “I can smell you from here.”
Vinyl answered with a smile and lunged, Octavia juked left and rammed the side of the unicorns neck with her head sending her to the floor again, reared up and slammed down onto the prone mare, knocking the wind out of her.
Acting fast, Octavia circled a foreleg around Vinyl’s neck and pulled upward, cutting off her air. Vinyl thrashed, and then managed to spin around in Octavia’s grip, from which position she was able to headbutt the mare, opening up a deep gash across her forehead.
The combatants separated again, Octavia wiping a hoof across her face to clear the blood out of her eyes, and Vinyl breathing hard.
“I wonder if the rest of your orchestra knows what a psycho bitch you are,” Vinyl gave an evil smile, “or if they all just think you’re a snob?”
Octavia launched herself at the pale unicorn, who made no move to dodge or steady herself as the earth pony mare shoulder checked her to the ground.
“Its a bloody orchestra,” Octavia matched Vinyl’s evil smile with one of her own that made Vinyl wet, “every last cunt in it is a snob.”
“Heh, language, Octy,” Vinyl climbed to her hooves “wouldn't want all those rich fucks who go to your shows to hear that.”
Octavia landed a ringing blow to the side of Vinyl’s head as the heat grew in her gut. She paused to wipe more blood out of her eyes.
“The audience can get fucked, love,” she sneered and pressed a hoof against the side of Vinyl’s neck.
Vinyl whimpered and began to rub her thighs together, stimulating herself. Just a little pressure and Octavia could kill her. A metallic tang filled her mouth, and she felt warm drops splattering onto her pelt.
Octavia leaned down and bit the DJ’s ear hard, making her gasp.
“I think that's enough foreplay, don’t you?” the cellist purred.
Vinyl gulped and lay still.
“Well I’ll be damned, the cunt can learn,” Octavia’s voice dripped with menace, “you just sit quiet my lovely little mare while I go get the toys, and-” she licked up the side of Vinyl’s neck stopping just beneath her ear, “-I shall be very disappointed if you can’t wait five minutes with out rubbing that tasty little cunny of yours.”
The black tail brushed over Vinyl’s face as she turned and left, and Vinyl had to resist the urge to bite and resume the fight.
As soon as Octavia reached the hall she rolled over onto her back, spread her legs and began rubbing her hoof between her thighs. She loved getting caught by the cellist.
That had in fact been the first thing to spark open hostilities rather than frustrated shouting. Octavia had walked in on Vinyl clopping, presumably to shout at her for some chore gone undone as she had many times before, only to be presented with the image of the unicorn on her back, juices flowing and one hoof rubbing circles on her clit.
That would have been bad enough in Octavia’s book, something for mutual embarrassment and perhaps a good shouting match, but Vinyl hadn't stopped when Octavia shoved open the door. Not even when Octavia had begun angrily clearing her throat.
Vinyl’s only response had been to look up, ask if Octavia was enjoying the show, and lick her hoof clean.
There had been a lot of screaming, and it marked the first time Vinyl had ever heard the posh mare swear. Specifically she had called Vinyl a repulsive cunt.
The next morning she’d put rat poison in Vinyl’s coffee.
Things had escalated from there, and in a strange way both found it exhilarating. Both poured that murderous rage into their art, Vinyl composing dark, almost savage beats even as she thought up new and interesting ways to dismember a mare, and Octavia composing her own music, make her cello sing in harmony with her hatred even as she stopped by the library to pick up every book on poisons she could find.
All of this escalated for more than a month. Then Twilight Sparkle had come to Ponyville and the world almost died.
Both mares had been at the Summer Sun Celebration, both had heard Nightmare Moon’s pronouncement, both were terrified.
Nopony had seen Twilight and five other ponies rush off. There had been a lot of generalized panic and confusion, and so about an hour later Vinyl had left.
She’d come home to find Octavia sitting alone in the dark, a half empty bottle of whiskey beside her.
After that they’d agreed to stop trying to murder each other. Octavia admitted how perhaps she was a bit psychotically controlling, and Vinyl how she was a pretty terrible house mate.
They’d finished the bottle together.
Vinyl was broken from her revery by a snort of derision.
“Couldn't even wait five bloody minutes,” Octavia stood in the hall with saddlebags on and a look of mock annoyance on her face, “honestly Scratch what am I going to do with you?” Vinyl grinned and brought her sodden hoof to her mouth as Octavia placed the bags on the floor.
“I’m sure you have some ideas,” Vinyl said before giving her hoof a lick.
“Oh don’t I just,” Octavia purred as she began to unload the bag’s contents.
The first thing to catch Vinyl’s eye was a toy she’d cobbled together as a Hearth’s Warming present for Octavia last year. It was double sided dildo with a strap that would slide around one of the participant's head. Vinyl felt her mouth water at the sight of it. Both mares had been on either end of it a few times, and in fact Octavia decided to tease Vinyl with a little show.
She brought the thing to her lips and licked up and down its length before swallowing it down to the strap and sucking on it enthusiastically while making excitingly hungry noises.
Octavia pulled the thing out of her mouth, leaving tiny strands of saliva that hung in the air like a spiderweb before breaking. She laid the thing down, and produced the second treasure from the bags.
It was a long thin cherry wood replica of an erect stallionhood, accurate in every detail. It had cost Octavia better than 400 bits in Canterlot to have it commissioned.
“That’s new,” Scratch observed, peering closely at it. She thought she could make out very fine runic writing painted onto it.
Octavia only answered with wicked smile. She’d tried it out and knew Vinyl was in for a treat.
Next came a set of 13 clear beads on a length of string, followed by another. Each bead was little bigger than the last, the first being about the size of a marble, and the last almost as big an apple.
“How many are you up to now?” Octavia held both draped across her forearms with a thoughtful look in her eyes.
“Seven, you?”
Octavia arched an eyebrow. The seventh was as wide around as a soda can.
“Been practicing have we?” Vinyl only purred and shot her a lascivious smile in response, “I’m at five now, same as last time.”
“Tight ass,” Vinyl sniggered. Octavia rolled her eyes and set the beads beside the other toys.
Next came the expected tube of lubricant, a box of clothes pins, a box of safety pins and a pair fine gold chains with clips on each end, one much shorter than the other.
Octavia’s next words chilled and excited Vinyl.
“Vinyl, be a dear and go get your lead would you?”
Vinyl grinned and rolled over onto her hooves and trotted over to the hat rack by the door where the thin leather strap hung.
It was one of their most versatile toys. It could be a whip, an impromptu restraint, a gag, a tourniquet, or in Octavia’s hooves an instrument for mercilessly combining pleasure and pain.
She levitated the strap down and promptly dropped it, a low groan of pleasure passing her lips as she felt Octavia’s muzzle press into her moist folds and her tongue snake in.
Octavia pulled back and licked her chops, savoring the bitter taste.
“Delectable,” she murmured, and ran a hoof across Vinyl’s flank.
“D-don’t stop on my account, Octy...”
The cellist smiled wickedly to herself and bit hard at the DJ’s rump, making her squeak.
“Patience my dear,” she swatted the spot she’d just bitten, “I put a cushion down, lay back on it.”
Vinyl followed the command, keeping her tail raised so that Octavia could see her dripping wetness. She settled back into the overstuffed cushion, and stared at the ceiling. Part of the fun in this little game was not knowing what the cellist would do next.
Octavia considered the treasure before her, blinking blood out of her eyes.
She approached her lover slowly, and ran a hoof down her stomach to the two small mounds of her teats where each nipple glittered with a steel ring.
They brought pleasant memories to mind for Octavia, of sliding the needle through each one with agonizing slowness. Vinyl had cum from that alone, and cum again when Octavia had pulled the needles out and suckled at the bloody treat.
Her eye’s drifted downwards to the slick, slightly open entrance of her lover’s slit, Vinyl’s over large clit also glittered with a silver ring. Vinyl had done that one herself, had made quite a show of it for Octavia who had clopped furiously at the sight of it.
Carefully, Octavia selected the golden chains.
“Vinyl,” she purred, and the DJ looked up at her name, “Sometime soon I want you to pierce me.”
Vinyl laid her head back down with a smile, she’d actually been looking for an opportunity to broach that subject for awhile now.
“You’ll scandalize the world of stuffy ass music you know,” Octavia bit one of the rings and pulled slightly, her lips brushing the nipple and making Vinyl moan again, “n-not that they couldn’t do with some scandalizing.”
Octavia moved to the other nipple now, pulling the ring hard before letting it snap down. She moved further down, nuzzling the tender flesh of Vinyl’s teats, and nipping at it as hard as she dared just now.
She heard Vinyl gasp and moan above her and felt the black hunger she’d had in her since the mare had moved in well up again.
Octavia had wanted to fuck Vinyl’s brains out from the moment she laid eyes on her, but proper mares didn't do that sort of thing. Her parents, her teachers, her employers and her public had very distinct views on the sort of things proper mares ought not to do.
So Octavia had shoved down that hunger and buried it with resentment that had built into icy, burning hatred.
The worst part of it all was how the little slut flaunted herself. She’d brought home stallions and mares and tormented Octavia with the sounds of them rutting, and Octavia had been so maddened by it she’d had no choice but to seize upon the dirty little release that you just didn't acknowledge in polite society.
Vinyl had plastered those smutty images all over the wall as well, so that anytime Octavia stepped into her lodger’s room she was confronted by ponies in the most obscene of positions and activities, and that horrid black poisonous hunger had loved every second of it.
The hunger loved the thought of Vinyl being fucked, loved the lewd images, loved the way the little harlot practically begged to be thrown to the floor and ravaged.
When things had all come to a head Octavia had barely been able to sleep. She’d had to change her sheets daily at the thought of fucking or being fucked. She’d imagined all sorts of depravity, and then on the Summer Sun Celebration she’d finally tried some and found that really she rather liked depravity.
The hell with it, she thought, and dived in between Vinyl’s legs, attacking her cunt with hunger and vigor, her tongue darting out to explore each delicious crevice while the DJ squealed and thrust her hips up into Octavia’s face.
Octavia pulled back reluctantly, Vinyl’s juices glistening on her face.
“Wicked little temptress” she snarled and Vinyl grinned, “we’ll just have to wipe that smile off of your face won’t we?”
She selected the longer chain first and clipped it onto a nipple ring, she stretched to the side, pulling it taut and making Vinyl gasp. Quickly she clipped the other end onto the second ring, and took a moment to lavish that teat with kisses and licks, and a bite hard enough to leave a bruise.
Both mare’s hearts were beating fast now, both panting with lust.
The second, shorter chain now. Octavia clipped one end to middle of the first and pulled it down to the glittering silver ring ring in Vinyl’s clit.
As the clip snapped into place Octavia angled her head slightly to lavish some attention on the sensitive button of flesh, licking and suckling at it in equal measure in between soft nips to make her lover squeal and squirm.
She found herself moving lower, seeking more of the nectar pouring out of Vinyl’s velvet folds.
Finally she pulled herself back, with an irritated growl. She knew that sometime later this situation would be wonderfully reversed, and with her unicorn magic Vinyl could do things that were unsafe when all you had to work with was hooves and your mouth.
Speaking of which, she brought the box of safety pins over now and shot Vinyl an imploring look.
“I don’t suppose you’d mind-”
“Sticking you?” Vinyl cut her off, a blissed out smile on her face. Octavia noted a slight smear of blood on the mare’s teeth and wondered where it had come from. Possibly her cheek had been cut open during their little tussle, but Vinyl also had a habit of chewing on her lips when agitated.
“I dunno,” the DJ teased, her voice low and breathing heavy, “I might be distracted, might hurt you a little.”
Octavia smiled and darted in for a kiss and savored the taste of Vinyl’s blood in it.
They broke the kiss.
“We wouldn't want you to be distracted now, would we?” she growled and plant a kiss beneath Vinyl’s jaw, moving her way down the unicorn’s neck licking and biting, leaving smears of blood from her head wound on the white coat.
Vinyl levitated the first pin from the box, opening it and holding the point close to Octavia’s eyes before stroking the sharp needle across her cheek, trailing it down to the side of her neck, making her whimper in anticipation.
Octavia’s skin tingled as she felt magic caress it, then pinch it up to make a target for the pin. The tip touched flesh, and Octavia bit into the side of Vinyl’s shoulder.
The needle sharp point slid into the cellist's flesh slowly, and as it did she increased the pressure of her bite. She felt the cold metal pierce her, felt blood well up at the tiny puncture wound, felt it shake and twist painfully as she bit into the mare below her. She tasted blood as it emerged on the other side.
The harsh metallic taste of Vinyl’s blood filled her mouth, and combined with the pain in her head and neck Octavia felt her lust rise, making her rub herself against the DJ’s body.
For her part Vinyl was openly moaning at feeling of Octavia’s teeth breaking the skin, and warm blood dripping and flowing across her body. Back when they’d been trying to kill each other in earnest as opposed to the friendly game going now, Vinyl had fantasized about bathing in Octavia’s blood.
She still did sometimes, and knew that Octavia had a similar fantasy.
A second pin came up now. She traced now down to Octavia’s shoulder and repeated the process, with the cellist maintaining her bloody hold on Vinyl’s neck.
The third and last was presented and Vinyl tapped Octavia on the side.
Wordlessly the mare rolled over onto her back, releasing Vinyl’s neck. Blood poured out of the wound in slow, thick trickles, running down to pool on the cushion.
The pin was again trailed point first to its destination, starting at Octavia’s collar bone, running down across her chest and to her belly where it traced the outline of her abdominal muscles. It ran down to her teats, trailing up over the mounds to tease first one nipple then the other. All the while Octavia’s breathing was coming heavier and heavier.
“Just… just bloody do it alrea-” the needle found its way up to her inner thigh and that was when Vinyl struck, a single lightning fast jab, “-dddDDDDDDDYYY!” Octavia’s voice jumped up, the word becoming a scream.
Both ponies lay back for a moment, panting.
“What’s next Octy?”
Octavia held her eyes shut for a moment.
“The beads I think,” she rolled onto her hooves, and gazed down at the bloody wound she’d inflicted, and felt herself gush a little at the sight of the blood streaking Vinyl's cream colored coat, “if its all the same to you, I’ll do you first. I’m a bit over stimulated right now.”
Vinyl touched a hoof to her neck and brought it to her lips. She licked the blood off of it with a contented sigh and rolled over onto her belly, spreading her legs as far as she could to give Octavia access.
The cellist stared at the sight before her, mouth watering. Vinyl was dripping wet, her cunt slightly parted and so very inviting.
She wanted so badly to make her cum, to watch her gush and hear her cries.
Octavia barely restrained herself from lunging forward and burying her muzzle in that glistening flower.
Instead she brought the lube over, and taking it carefully in her mouth aimed the nozzle at Vinyl’s backside.
She came within a few inches and bit down on the tube, squirting a long string of the jelly like substance onto Vinyl’s plot, making the DJ giggle.
Octavia spat out the tube and reached out for Vinyl, she rubbed the lube into the crack of the unicorn’s ass and pressed a large globule of the slick stuff into her anus.
Vinyl moaned at the attention her back door was getting and the feeling of the cold lube being worked inside of her. She wiggled her bottom to make Octavia’s job harder, and relished the hard smack the earth pony gave her that left her flank stinging.
She winced as the first bead was pushed in and forced herself to relax. It was far too early to stop. The second one was a little easier now that she was prepared for it, barely an inch in diameter. The third was two inches and made her grunt a little. She began to pant as the fourth and fifth went in, and had to bite down on the cushion as the sixth followed.
More cold lube fell into her crack, the sensation of it falling against her puckered anus sending a delicious thrill up her spine.
The pressure of the seventh entering her brought tears to her eyes.
“D-double bass…” she barely managed to croak out.
“What’s wrong?!” Octavia sounded slightly panicked. She had watched Vinyl take the beads mesmerized, had barely registered her lovers pants and moans.
“Just… just give me a minute ok?”
“Do you want me to pull them out?”
Vinyl looked over her shoulder and smiled at the look of concern on Octavia’s face.
“Nah, I just wanted a bit of a breather,” she licked her lips, “how about we do you next?”
Octavia nodded.
“Frankly it's about bloody time I got one of my holes stuffed.”
Vinyl rolled over onto her back, wincing a little at the pressure in her rectum.
“Ready whenever you are.”
Octavia brought the lube and anal beads over, setting them on either side of Vinyl’s head, turned and stood over the DJ.
Vinyl stared up at the inviting site before her, taking in the sight of Octavia’s lean, muscualar frame, her small teats, the dripping wetness from her cunt, the trickle of blood down the inside of a thigh.
She took up the lube in her magic and drifted it up to the cellist’s plot, tracing the tip over her flesh until it found her puckered entrance.
Octavia relaxed herself as well as she could as the cold nozzle slid into her anus, and nearly jumped as Vinyl squirted a load of it into her, before withdrawing it and adding another squirt to her entrance that dripped coolly down her crack making her shiver.
Vinyl was a lot rougher than Octavia had been, thrusting each bead in with a single sharp jab, giving her a moment to recover than shoving the next one in. Octavia cried out with each one.
After the fourth was in Vinyl gave her a moment to pant, and she noticed drip quite a bit.
“Wanna go for five?” she enquired.
Octavia took a deep breath.
“Alright, but slowly please.”
It was torture. Vinyl teased mercilessly, rolling the bead around Octavia’s entrance, pushing it in with exquisite slowness, then just after it slipped in pulling gently until it just started to come out only to release it back in.
“You…” Octavia gulped “you unbelievable bitch.”
“The cellist likes it up the ass eh?” Vinyl chuckled.
Octavia stepped away and shot Vinyl a haughty look, but it broke and she felt a pleased smile spread across her face.
“I don’t suppose you’re ready for more?”
Vinyl wiggled her hind quarters invitingly.
“Ready whenever you are sweet heart.”
Octavia picked up the dildo gag, sliding one end down her throat and approaching the prone Vinyl with half lidded eyes.
She knelt down on all fours and guided one end to the soaking entrance of the DJ’s cunt.
It took some maneuvering to get the floppy thing in while using only her mouth to guide it, but the sound Vinyl made as it finally slid in was worth it.
Octavia regretted that with how they were positioned she couldn't fuck Vinyl as hard as they both wanted her to, at least not without considerable neck strain.
Finally the cellist pulled out fully from Vinyl pulled the dildo out of her own mouth. Being able to breathe through her mouth again came as a relief.
She brought it over to Vinyl’s head, and the DJ licked her lips and opened her mouth in anticipation. Octavia fed the end slimy with her own juices into her, and Vinyl sucked and licked, savoring her taste.
“You are a dirty little slut aren't you?” she purred as Vinyl slurped and sucked and nodded her head happily.
The DJ wrapped the strap around her head and pulled it tight, forcing the juice soaked artificial cock deeper into her throat.
Octavia laid down on Vinyl’s chest and began to kiss her way up to the her mouth, pausing to lap up the blood from her wound.
She took the free end of the dildo in her mouth and bobbed her way down till she could kiss Vinyl.
The two were joined like that for a moment, just savoring the closeness and the perversity of the moment.
Eventually they broke away from each other.
“I do believe its time to tell you about the little toy I got in Canterlot, Vinyl,” Octavia said as she ran a hoof across Vinyl’s chest, “you see, after our show I went looking for some souvenirs, and well I found this lovely little shop.”
Octavia picked up the wooden cock, held it close to her, listening to the soothing thrum of its magic.
“They had lots of stuff there that I think you would like, but I was fascinated by a sign that offered custom work. I got to talking with the mare there, who incidentally you would have adored, she was pierced everywhere and was more than happy to demonstrate a few of the toys to me, and she told me about all the amazing things unicorn magic could do with a dildo.”
She began to stroke the toy’s flared head against Vinyl’s cunt, and Vinyl shivered. It didn't feel like wood now that it was touching her.
“It can for instance be made to fill whoever it is used on perfectly, it could be made to rutt of its own accord, it can even be made to cum like a stallion,” she chuckled, “or in the case of this one far more than a stallion.”
She pushed it in slowly, watching with fascination as it parted Vinyl’s pussy lips, knowing what it was doing just out of sight.
Vinyl was amazed and breathless, as soon as the toy had entered her its texture had changed. It felt like a living organ in her, something pulsing and alive. She shuddered as Octavia leaned in just beside and gave her clit a quick lick.
“There are some other enchantments on it as well, and I must say the mare who sold it to me damn near creamed herself when I was telling her what I wanted and what a delicious little slut you are, love,” she pushed the dildo in a few more inches “of course, she only came properly when we were testing it out, well I was testing it out, she was getting her cunt licked.”
Octavia emphasized her words with another lap at Vinyl’s clit.
“I did let her have a go on it in exchange for a small discount. She preferred it up the ass, I kept on licking her of course, far be it from me to turn down a cunt open to me,” she bit hard on the inside of Vinyl’s thigh, before trailing up the back side of it till she reach her knee, “it will start fucking you after it passes the medial ridge, nice and slow at first but it will get quite rough once it finds your depth. After that it will start cumming. The taste and feel is better than the real thing honestly, and it will continue cumming for a full minute after it is pulled out, I do believe you will enjoy that.”
Finally the magic toy reached its halfway point and began to thrust in and out of it’s own accord. Pulling in and out in long, slow strokes. Octavia fancied that she could see it becoming flesh just at the edge of Vinyl’s cunt, but suspected her eyes were playing tricks on her.
“My favorite part is that it will not let you cum,” she purred, “it will keep fucking you, and it will keep you just on the edge but it will not allow you to orgasm until it is removed, and when it is removed… well, I passed out and woke up with someone licking the cum off of my body. I really will have to introduce you to Ms. X.”
Octavia glanced down at the one last toy and sighed. The clothespins didn't feel like they’d add much at this point. Besides, things were too hot and heavy to drag this out any longer.
“And now, in you parlance my dear, let’s fucking party.”
She grabbed the leash and straddled Vinyl again. The cellist lowered herself so that her sopping wet pussy would lean against the dildo and come to rest on Vinyl’s chin, and clipped the leash onto the chains that pulled ever so slightly at the DJ’s teats and clit.
Octavia began to rub her self up and down on the dildo, making sure her juices ran down it while she began to tug lightly at the leash in time with the thrusts of the wooden toy. She smiled to hear Vinyl moan around the fake cock in her throat.
The cellist leaned back and planted her hooves on either side of Vinyl’s flank, the leash held tight between her teeth and waved her backside over the DJ’s face till she felt the tip against her pussy, no doubt guided there by an eager Vinyl, and promptly sat down, impaling herself on the toy and pressing her folds down to Vinyl’s lips.
She wriggled her ass on the DJ’s face and tugged hard on the leash. It was anyone’s guess which action made Vinyl moan with hungry lust.
Octavia made herself comfortable, shifting this way and that. She closed her eyes and let out a low, satisfied growl. The cellist slowly raised herself up, and with her eyes on the magic toy, tried to time her squat down to it’s pulling out.
There was a slight false start, but soon Octavia picked up the rhythm. She felt Vinyl’s hooves drift up to stroke her flanks and paused down on the Dj’s face, rocking back and forth.
Vinyl was in her heaven, in absolute carnal bliss. Everything was symphony of sensation, from the glorious fullness she felt in every hole, slick coldness in her ass, a solid fleshy heat in her cunt, and the weight and obstruction in her throat. The taste and smell of Octavia mingling with blood and her own cunt juices sang in depraved harmony, the sounds of the mare sitting on her face grunting and growling were as beautiful music (and Vinyl made a mental note to record some of them for a song later), and the sight of that gorgeous, fit rump sliding up and down in front of her with the better part of a string of anal beads hanging out was greater than any painting she had ever seen.
The toy in her cunt seemed to have found its place because suddenly the slow strokes were gone, and it pulled out till only the tip remained, and rammed forward as a jet of warm, sticky liquid squirted out into her and just kept coming even as the thing began a rapid fire assault on her reproductive organs, seeming to touch and fill every part of her with each thrust. As this happened Octavia increased the tempo of her bouncing, her juices flowing into Vinyl’s mouth hotter and heavier with each passing second.
The cellist yanked back hard on the leash as her first orgasm washed over her and she sat down hard onto Vinyl’s face, gushing out her cream which Vinyl eagerly slurped down as it flowed down the dildo.
Before that first could subside, Octavia raised herself up and began to ride the pole again, determined to get as many as she could and sure enough it wasn't long before she’d stimulated herself into another orgasm, which meant another hard tug on the leash which made Vinyl squeal beneath her. She felt weak in the knees and didn't know how long she could keep this up.
It was madness for Vinyl. She was so close, so close to cumming her brains out but even as the painful yanks added their delicious edge to the rough fucking and the sensation of drowning in both cunt and cock at the same time Vinyl just could not cum.
They toy working her over was a bargain at any price, and the way it just kept shooting hot pseudo semen into her while keeping her just on the mad, razors edge of orgasm would have been enough on its own. She was very determined to meet this merchant Octavia had gotten it from, and hoped the mare would fuck them both senseless.
The third orgasm was the end for Octavia. She fell heavily to the side as she drenched Vinyl again and slumped down onto the pillow.
Her eyes were glassy and her breathing heavy but she forced herself up, and with Vinyl’s help removed the dildo gag from the prone DJ, and before the mare could say a word locked lips with her, kissing her deeply, snaking her tongue in to taste the bitter liquor of her cunt juice.
As she pulled back Vinyl whined, Octavia growled and dove for the bloody wound on her neck, licking and sucking and kissing it knowing how the pain would torment Vinyl and reveling in the sweet metal taste of her blood. She snarled and attacked the mare’s collarbone, biting hard and then darting back up to present her own neck to the DJ, who lunged forward and bit savagely into the side of her throat. Octavia’s blood gushed out and the spike of brutal pain sent her into a fourth orgasm.
Vinyl sucked at the bloody wound eagerly as the red liquid spilled out around her lips, staining her muzzle crimson.
“Vinyl I love you!” she screamed as pleasure and pain wracked her body.
Octavia fell backward, trailing blood which splattered on her, the floor and Vinyl’s coat. She loved her. By Celestia she loved her. She’d die for Vinyl, she’d kill for her, she’d burn down the world in her name if the mare asked. She loved her in obscenity and blood, loved her simply living and filled with a zest for all the good things in life, loved her in their strange shared madness.
The cellist knew she had to see Vinyl cum. She seized the toy as it pulled all the way out, and jerked it backward.
Vinyl came like an explosion. Her juices squirted out, drenching Octavia even as the strange toy sprayed its artificial jism over both mares, long ropes of pearly goo that vaguely smelled of vanilla.
Vinyl screamed, the nightmarish pleasure robbing her of all articulation. She went rigid and her eyes rolled aimlessly.
Consciousness slipped away behind a pink mist of mind annihilating ecstasy.
***
Vinyl came to a few minutes later. Amazingly she didn't hurt at all, though her neck felt oddly tingly.
She found that she was in Octavia’s embrace, the mare watching her with a contented smile and half lidded eyes
The wounds she’d inflicted on the mare were sealed, though her coat was stained with crimson in many places, and Vinyl knew that hers would be as well. They really couldn't thank Zecora enough for the healing salve.
All of the toys were put up now, but Vinyl was distracted from this when Octavia leaned it to kiss her cheek.
“That was goddamn amazing Octy,” she murmured sleepily.
Octavia smiled softly.
“I know love, though it can be tiring.”
The two simply lay there, and Vinyl could feel herself drifting off to sleep.
“Got a show tonight…” she murmured.
Octavia nuzzled the crook of her neck.
“Wake me up when you get home.”
“Oh, I think I can promise you that, Octy,” Vinyl rolled over to face the cellist and gazed into her eyes, “any preference for how?”
Octavia smiled wickedly.
“Surprise me.”