What is Love? Baby please hurt me some more
The music was pounding loud and ponies were dancing hard; it was a good party. Actually, the music wasn't quite as good as it could have been. The problem was that it wasn't the only thing that was pounding, and so Vinyl Scratch was just a bit distracted. Even a professional like her could not help but enjoy getting eaten out. And the stallion she had? He was good. She was happy to move her tail for him. Even though she was a lesbian. For her, parties just weren't a place for worrying about that sort of thing.
She moaned, her hooves trembling as he ate her pussy. She was downright shaking, enough to make the glowsticks hanging from her neck rattle. There wasn't much she liked about stallions, but damn did they have tongues.
She was moaning like crazy. She didn't expect that anypony could hear her, but her guy gave her flank a good smack. That was the good stuff. She came right in his fucking face. Despite her excellent orgasm, she managed not to lose her magical grip on his cock, and not too long after—while she was still cumming even—she felt something hit the back of her right leg. She didn't need to like touching dicks to be good at it. She was a regular sex goddess, Vinyl Scratch. "Thanks," she said, "it gets so lonely up here."
"Anytime," the guy said (it occurred to her that she didn't even know what he looked like, and also that she didn't care). "Hey, mind if I take something to remember you by?" he added with a camera flash.
She grinned, "you can do better than that." Her horn lit up and magic spread her pussy for a second picture. Now that they were done fucking, the novelty of stallions was wearing off fast, but the idea of one jacking off to pictures of her was still pretty hot. Best case he'd show his marefriend and she'd have a rub.
It was a good fucking night. She partied hard; everypony else partied hard; the music was fucking top notch—like, that was her job, wasn't it. Vinyl was pretty sure she had never gone to a party that hadn't had fewer virgins at it when she left than when she arrived. And as much as she wanted to stay all night, she did have to leave this one. It was a shame. The other DJs all sucked ass. And, like, Vinyl had nothing against sucking ass—she had tasted plenty of butthole in her time—but these guys sucked at music, and that was no fun. But she had to get home.
There was a reason for that, and said reason was waiting at the door of her house when she arrived. "I hope you had fun," Octavia said, as Vinyl came inside (non-sexually (unfortunately (but not really, that's what a stallion does, and who wants to be one of those))).
"Sure did!" Vinyl said, she wasn't no liar.
"Mmhmm," Octavia said, closing the door. "Did you get laid?"
"Pfft, of course not. Why would I do that when I have you to come home to?" Vinyl lied. I guess she was a liar after all.
Octavia looked at her. She looked at her for a long time. Then she backhoofed her hard across the face. Vinyl's glasses went flying. "Sure you didn't, you slut. You think you can lie to me? Well guess what? I know exactly how much of a whore you are, and that. won't. work."
Vinyl was just raising a hoof to nurse the fresh welt on her face, when Octavia spun around, her hooves making a scuffing sound against the floor, and bucked her in the chest; she went sprawling across the floor.
Vinyl had been feeling pretty great. Well, not anymore. She hadn't been expecting this, even though she should have—Octavia was a hell of a marefriend, and not always in a good way. She had been feeling great, but now she just hurt. Her face hurt, and her chest. There really isn't a way to catch hooves and not hurt. Especially the way Octavia used them.
Vinyl rubbed her face and looked at her hoof. She wasn't bleeding, yet. But it was already hard and painful to open her eye on the side that had been hit, and Octavia was walking towards her.
Octavia stepped on her horn, pinning it and her head to the ground. There was not a unicorn in Equestria whose eyes would not have widened the Vinyl's did. "Are you ready to tell the truth?" Octavia said.
In the position she was in Vinyl could only say yes, and that came out as a whimper. It didn't help that she was becoming more and more aware of how much the blows she had received hurt. And she had come home early... she knew Octavia, and she knew she would be hurting a lot more by the end of the night. But her horn... There was nothing she could do but talk. "I-I did get laid. A stallion came up to me and wanted to do it. I-I was drunk, and I couldn't resist." Octavia's cold gaze forced her to continue despite the shame now welling up in her—or it might just have been fear, it was often hard to tell. "He ate me out. O-on stage. In front of everypony."
Octavia was still for a moment. She was always good at keeping Vinyl guessing, and the unicorn could never be completely sure that today would not be the day she really did smash her horn. Sure there was the safe word, but what made this thrilling was that the fear was so deep and instinctual.
Vinyl was allowed to remain a unicorn for another day. Octavia did give her a good kick in the head. Not hard, this one wasn't meant so much to hurt. The sharp edge of Octavia's hoof did start a trickle of blood running down Vinyl's face. Octavia always loved how blood looked on her fur. In general it had been Octavia's experience that the easiest way to make a mare look better was to make her bleed; Vinyl just managed to make bleeding an art form.
She couldn't let her get away without any pain, though, so she followed up with a real kick in the gut. Vinyl curled up on the floor, wheezing.
Then Octavia just stood back and watched her pathetic slut of a marefriend get back to her hooves. It took her a moment. It seemed she was really starting to feel that buck to the chest. "I have a surprise for you."
Vinyl froze. Those were always exciting words to hear. She wondered how it was going to hurt her. Octavia wasn't the type of mare to give you flowers, after all (though Vinyl had been surprised to learn that flower shops both had and would sell loose thorns). "What kind of surprise?" she asked, cautiously.
Octavia said nothing; she only grinned evilly as she started to undo the robe she was wearing. She sauntered up to Vinyl, then turned, swishing her tail in Vinyl's face, and let the robe drop. Now, Vinyl's face was very well acquainted with Octavia's ass; she had spent a lot of time with it pressing down on her, and she knew every inch of all the folds and openings. Her jaw dropped in shock when she saw the hefty pair of testicles hanging below her slit. Those were new.
The now naked Octavia turned back around. She stopped perpendicular to Vinyl, showing off the, long, thick, fully erect cock swaying under her belly. "I heard Princess Twilight had a spell she was casting for ponies. So I stopped by earlier, and... What do you think?"
"I... don't know, 'Tavi. You know I'm not a fan of cock." Vinyl said.
Octavia smacked her across the face for her answer, as Vinyl had expected. She could not remember a single instance of a 'what do you think' question that she had not gotten hit for answering. That's why those were her favorite questions. Octavia screamed at her. "What you are, is a desperate slut who will do whatever it takes to get somepony to so much as look at your pussy. You nag, you think you can get choosy now? Well I have news for you, whore, this thing is going inside of you whether you like it or not."
Vinyl nodded reluctantly.
"Good. Now open wide." Octavia faced Vinyl, put a hoof on the back of her head, and forced it down and under herself. Vinyl didn't fight it, just twisted her head as she went down to keep her horn clear of Octavia's stomach. If either of them was going to end up gutted, it was going to be the other way around.
Octavia's cock twitched in front of her, inches away from her lips. She was not very enthusiastic about it. Dildos felt alright, and this was basically the same thing, but fun to play with did not necessarily mean exciting. She just closed her eyes and fantasized about a knife wielding Octavia as she wrapped her lips around the fuck stick.
Octavia was not a patient mare. When she felt Vinyl's mouth touching her dick, she didn't ease it in. She thrust forward, keeping her grip on Vinyl's head, shoving herself hard down the mare's throat. Vinyl gagged violently as her windpipe was invaded by penis. She was a lot of things, but a cocksucker was not one of them. Of course, that was exactly what Octavia had been counting on. Between the feeling of Vinyl's throat, her gagging, and general struggling, Octavia was in heaven. At least as much as you could be with a penis; Octavia was as much a lesbian as Vinyl. Nevertheless, she was enjoying the novel sensations of slamming herself into Vinyl's face and down her throat. The hole was, well, she didn't really know how to describe dick-sensations, but it was warm and soft. And it made funny noises when she fucked it. Which was itself an unfamiliar motion.
If Octavia had cared about Vinyl's comfort or safety, she would have been embarrassed at how long it took her to realize that the mare couldn't breathe like that. She was happy to just stand there as Vinyl's gagging and struggling became more and more desperate. And more and more pleasurable.
Until Vinyl forced a couple steps back and threw up all over her brand new dick and the rug. Octavia looked down in indignant shock, while Vinyl simply collapsed gasping. "You stupid nag!" Octavia yelled, "you're disgusting." She kicked Vinyl in her panting face.
Then she left the slut to get a towel to clean herself off. She also thought about what else she was going to do to her. Facefucking her had been enjoyable, but it wasn't really the main attraction of a mare. Oh yes, Octavia thought, there were other parts of Vinyl that she still needed to use.
She came back into the living room, toweled off. She didn't wait for Vinyl to say anything, she just walked right up behind her. The slut's tail was lifted high and her cunt was wet—Octavia could never quite believe that Vinyl actually got off on everything she did to her. But she wasn't about to let Vinyl's fun get in the way of hers; she mounted the nag—and missed. Her dick went stabbing under her, between her pathetic little teats. Octavia spanked her for that. Hard. She was such an insolent mare.
The second thrust actually went into her cunt. Her meat slid right into Vinyl's hole, which was predictably loose, the slut. It felt pretty damn nice, Octavia had to admit. She pushed as deep as she could, which was pretty far, inch after inch of gray cock disappeared into Vinyl. Then Octavia hit something hard in there, and Vinyl hissed with pain. Octavia figured it must have been her cervix.
Octavia smiled. That must have been pretty painful: there wasn't a whole lot that got a reaction out of Vinyl anymore. And it wasn't as if she needed it for anything... She ran her dick into a couple more times. It was impressive, Vinyl was shaking by the end of it, and her head was hanging down like she was sobbing. Luckily for her, though, it wasn't too directly pleasurable of Octavia, despite the pain it caused, so she backed out a little.
She was ready to finish. Her legs were getting tired from this new thrusting thing, and she was getting very tired of swinging a dick around everywhere. First she needed to let her marefriend know her place.
She kept on fucking and insulting Vinyl. "So how many other dicks have you had today, you little cockslut? I bet you can't even remember. So many that you've lost track. But tell me this, you dumb whore—" she smacked Vinyl's flank again "—were you stupid enough to let them cum in you?" Another smack. Octavia found herself speeding up, driven by instinct. As she picked up the pace she hit Vinyl more too. She beat Vinyl's flank savagely as she felt what she knew must be an orgasm building in her. She kept talking, "because if you let anypony put a foal in you before me, then I'm going to kill you."
She drove back in to the cervix as she came. She felt something pumping through her dick, though it was lost once it got outside into the general warm wetness of Vinyl's pussy. A few waves of pleasure rolled over her, and then she was done. "That's it?" she said, pulling out. "That's all you do? you useless piece of shit," she yelled at her cock as it shrank and faded.
She wanted to be mad, but she wasn't even in the mood for that anymore. "I swear to Celestia. I'm going to fucking bed. Goodnight, slut. Get your mess cleaned up and clop looking at me or whatever perverted shit it is you do while I'm asleep." She walked off to the bedroom.
Vinyl Scratch lay on the floor. Vinyl Scratch was in pain. Sex with Octavia was always like this. Octavia did not make love, she made hate. Vinyl's throat hurt, she couldn't open one eye, her body ached in general, her flank was probably mushy with bruises, and whatever Octavia had done to her cunt hurt like a motherfucker. And there was a load of jizz inside her. It felt weird and slimy. At least she didn't actually have to worry about getting pregnant, since there was no way she wouldn't have a miscarriage living with Octavia.
Vinyl Scratch was in pain. Wonderful pain. She loved it. She loved how she felt like dirt. This was what she was for, to be beaten and cut and thrown and fucked by Octavia. She was her sex slave, and gladly so.
She magiced the towel Octavia had used earlier over the mess on the floor. She stiffly followed to bed. She was going to have a hell of a time in the morning covering up all her injuries. But she did not have the ability to care at that point.
She limped into bed,next to Octavia, lying on her good side. She wasn't ready to sleep yet, though. Octavia was right there, and she was not a modest sleeper. Her legs were spread wide and her tail thrown back, leaving all her good stuff on display. Vinyl never could resist those phat earth pony tits, but now that Octavia had gotten her all worked up? It was a good thing Vinyl was a unicorn, because she was too sore to get off by hoof.
She stuck her horn under a pillow to hide it's light. She had already gotten plenty of foreplay, so she went straight for the kill, letting her magic play across her pussy. Her lips were engulfed in a soft purple glow as she massaged them in ways hooves could never hope to. And of course her clit was included. Octavia never touched it if she could help it, always leaving Vinyl to her own devices. She sent waves of pressure across it—not just the nub poking out of her folds, but inside as well—and got waves of pleasure from it in response. She bit her hoof to keep from crying out. The whole time she kept her gaze on Octavia's crotch—her beautiful dickless crotch—and teats.
It was a beautiful sight. She came quickly, with stifled whimpers. She felt like she was glowing with pleasure, the pain of her various injuries amplified that glow a hundred times. When it all finally faded she was left there panting.
She snuggled up against her beautiful, cruel marefriend and fell asleep.
She wasn't a pretty sight in the morning, but Octavia was. She woke up to Octavia stroking her mane. "Good morning," she said, all the malice of the previous night gone from her voice.
Vinyl ached. "Hey," she said. She tried to move and immediately regretted it. "Ugh, how bad do I look?"
"Well, you've got a nasty black eye, and your face is covered in dried blood from that cut I gave you."
"Mmm, that was fun. But, can we not do the dick thing again?"
Octavia smiled. "We are definitely not doing the dick thing again. That was nowhere near as good as regular sex. I did like the way you gagged, though."
"Yeah, for a second there I thought that was going to be the day you killed me."
Octavia nuzzled Vinyl. "Don't worry. I'm not going to kill you. If I do that I'll never find anypony else who likes it as much when I hurt them."
Vinyl smirked. "Yeah, but just think how hot it would be."
That got her an eye roll. "I suppose we'll have to make it a murder-suicide then."
"I'd like that," Vinyl said. After a moment she kissed Octavia on the nose. "I love you, you crazy psychopath."
Octavia returned the kiss. "I love you too, slut."