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Prompt Anon - My Little Sub Nymph

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“She hasn’t kept a tech for more than two weeks” The rumors say
“She has super high standards”
>You were ready to meet those standards.
>Have an established reputation as one of the best stage technicians in the edm game
> Know just how to make the club bump and get the most out of most venues shitty P,A system.
>A long time audiophile and a bachelors in electrical engineering. A killer combo for this kind of job
> Driving your pristine, vintage, Audi 5000 (a true engineers car) to a meeting With Equestria’s hottest up and coming dj.
> DJ-Pon3.
>A.k.A Vinyl Scratch. A slender white girl with trademark wild hair and glasses.
>Pull up to an unassuming beige tower. The studio is in Suite”192”
>Pull a heavy steel door open, Aaah the smell of acoustic foam, It feels like shoving earplugs into your nose.
>Waiting alone in the room, you admire the very expensive studio monitors mounted on heavy steel towers. Foam separating them from each others vibrations.
>The door swings open a small,slim
shadow casts in.
>She swaggers in, obviously trying to be intimidating.
>walks right up into your face and pulls her big purple glasses down her nose
>She smirks, Giggles
“just fuckin with ya man. Great to meet ya I heard your work when I was just starting up and it really impacted me. I guess I’m what you call a fan. Thats wierd most roadies don’t have fans”
“Stage Technician” you correct
“Whatever”
> This is the weirdest interview ever, you're just having a chat with this punk girl about whatever.
>Her personality is endearing though, You get the sense that everything is just a big act with her. You want to find out what she is really like.
>A fragile nuget core to this big brash candybar
>Pulling her glasses all the way off now her eyes are a piercing magenta, It contrasts nicely with her hair.
>Her eyes are beautifully intent, curious and innocent.
“Well You got the job my man, Glad thats over lets go get lunch or some shit, You buyin’”
>Snapped back to reality
“No way bitch”
>You freeze, ohshitohshit you just called your new boss a bitch
>She looks taken aback, surprised, not offended
“Well ya fucker looks like this is the start of something beautiful”
“Goodcents aight? I love their sandwhiches, so much better than shitway”
>She leads you out of the building, She stands on a curb about to hail a taxi
“What are you doing?”
“Getting a ride dumbass”
“You don’t have a car?
“No need I’m always on the move, why bother with it”
“Come on i’m driving”
>Calmly riding down the crowded city streets, Bread crumbs getting all over your racing buckets.
“mmm told ya Goodcents was the shit”
>Suddenly a heavenly site, Open asphalt ahead and a riced civic to your right.
“When the clutch drops the bullshit stops”
“Wut aaaaaaaaaaaaaaHHH”
>Your glorious ls7 swap lights the tires and you are away
>The gas, burning rubber and shaking seats conspire to give you a rager.
>Vinyl also seems to be enjoying it, her hands between her legs
“Best Ticket Ever!!”
>$208 it says, excessive acceleration the charge. “4.5 to 60 impressive” is written in the margin
> You smile. And agree.
>One week later
>Meet Vinyl backstage before the show
>Seaddle
>She wants you to hurry and finish fixing the venues setup.
>Can’t rush perfection
>Seriously it’s getting annoying at this point. She want’s to show you something
>Probably the set list for your approval
>She is very insecure about her set tonight.
>Waltz swiftly into her dressing room
>it’s gone terribly unused
>There she is, naked, sitting in pinup pose, legs crossed and finger on her lip
>Stunned you stare, until you realize you are being rude, apologize and turn to leave
“Hold up faggot”
“Don’t you like girls”
“Yes” You reply swiftly back still turned to her
“Well why ain’t you staring at the ass naked girl in front of ya”
“To show respect”
“Fuck that, get an eye full of me”
>What the hell is going on
>This girl is even crazier than you thought
>Obeying her command you turn to face her slowly, Her legs are spread now, A neatly trimmed square of dull pink hair presents itself
“Yeah I dye my hair fuck face what of it!!” she quickly shouts, blushing
“I didn’t say a word now did I” you smugly retort
>blushing intensifies
“Well there is something I haven’t told you yet
“I’m a nerfomanic or whatever”
“Nymphomaniac” you correct
“Whatever”
>Take a few steps toward this young girl
>Nineteen, one of the biggest Dj’s in Equestria, Cute body, Endearing personality, Class I sex machine,
“Oh yeah and I had an accident riding a horse when I was little so I’m infertile too”
>Holy shit
>Tons of sex no possible consequences. What the fuck could go wrong
>excited at the amazing prospect you rush forward onto your new toy, leaning over her with your hands holding you up against the wall.
>She wastes no time
>Masterfully unbuttoning your cargo shorts
>Pulling your boxers down hungrily
"What the hell is this" scoffing at your only mildly erect penis
"This is happening a little fast I'm not at 100% quite yet"
"We'll see about that"
>Popping your dick into her mouth like a large hard candy she squeezes hard with her lips and sucks with all her might.
>Pulling away to reveal a now completely hard penis
"Better" she assures you condescendingly.
>Placing the tip gently back into her mouth she begins to lick at the bottom of your shaft & head. Grabbing your testes and tugging downward on them slightly. Just at the pain threshold.
>Each lap is a godsend. But the fact that this is another person, a beautiful girl at that always amplifies the satisfaction you feel.
>with one palm still bracing you against the wall you reach down with the other, grab the base of her hair and slowly, considerately start to slide her head up your dick.
>Shes taking it like a champ, almost your entire manhood engulfed in the soft, undulating, wet mouth of this girl.
>It feels like a million little fingers.
>The first stages of ecstasy set in, your muscles tense and your penis throbs, you greedily slam her head forward hoping to throw yourself over the top
>Her mouth stops moving, she pulls away and gags.
> Catching her breath before she suggests you finish yourself on her face.
>It doesn't take but a few strokes as she tugs increasingly harder on your sack.
> A few stringy white strands pulse out before you can finish
>Your toes curl in your boots and every fiber of you convulses as the last ounces of cum eject onto her cute face.
> It hangs from her long eyelashes, and is dripping off her small pointy nose into her slender lips.
>She aggresivly takes every last drop she can into her mouth before wiping her face and transferring the goo onto her swollen, red, moist labia.
>You collapse onto the floor in front of her chair leaning, into her lap.
>Picking your chin up with a finger she seductively tells you
"My turn"
>Exhausted but eager to return the favor you push her legs out of the way
>Spread her outer lips
>And deeply massage between the folds, pressing firmly into the muscles with your knuckles.
>your other hand reaches up and lightly pinches her clit and urethra.
>Her legs close firmly around you at this, before embracing you around your neck, and pull your head in close.
>It smells of your salty, chlorine juices.
>You pause at the thought of eating your own cum but have no choice as she presses your face into it.
> oh well, you insert your two massaging fingers, and a third, into her loose hole
>Sliding in as deep as your hand will allow.
>She seems to be enjoying herself as you can taste more of her juice than yours
"Hold on Anon"
>She reaches over to her vanity table and grabs a small navy blue pebble.
>Flips a switch and the tiny thing begins to vibrate violently.
"No offense I'm just a bit desensitized is all."
>you shrug and lift your head away and place one of your hands on her breast
> It's barely a handful, and there is a tiny stud you didn't notice before.
>Placing the blue vibrator on the clit she rubs it gently in circles.
> Then you place your thumb on her little brown button, warranting a clench of her ass
>You continue to feel up her insides when you notice a hard little protrusion on the belly side of her walls.
> Now you have your secret weapon.
>You press slowly but confidently into her anus with your thumb.knuckle deep now.
> Vinyl is rocking back and forth now letting out little huffs as she approaches her own orgasm.
>here she comes her abs begin to contract violently, and her ring clenches around your thumb and you take the cue
>Pushing all your fingers up onto her little g spot and rubbing quickly you force the rest of your thumb into her ass.
>Pinching and twisting her nipple ring she yelps in pleasure and pain. Like a thousand volts shooting through her.
> The convulsions hasten to match your hands and the vibrator falls away as her grip involuntarily opens.
> She grasps at your hair looking for something to hold her onto the earth, and pushes your head back
"Fuckfuckfufuckfuck meeEeeeEEe, sshhsiiit"
>Refusing to let vinyl off easy you continue until your arms ache,
>Five, you count five rolling orgasms before she simply stops and you pull away.
>Both are are extremely exhausted and. You feel like you just swam 50 laps.
>She looks even worse off.
>The front of your shirt is soaked. Looks like you won't be washing this treasure.
>Ten minutes to showtime.
> Vinyl Scratch stands up slowly and grabs a bra and white tank top from her trunk.
You notice now that she has a pear shaped figure. With relatively wide hips and a large round ass.
>She quickly washes her face in the sink, throws on your beige cargo shorts and wobbles out heading towards the stage
>But before she goes she turns and says
"Looks like you are a keeper"
>She performs her set well, especially considering what happened just before she went on stage.
>Several weeks pass and increasingly twisted debauchery attends each show.
>This week she is performing at a small private club.
>Vinyl want’s to try something daring on stage.
>She has some new stuff she want’s to show you
“Here it is”
>Gleaming proudly, presenting her new toy to you. It looks like a 10” subwoofer. But it can’t be, the top of it is rounded off and has a small ridge and protrusion on top
>She turns it on
>It sounds so shit it hurts. The box vibrates, it sound’s poorly constructed overall
>An led ring pulses with the music
“Wtf is that thing you” ask her
“It is a subwoofer vibrator fusion!!”
>that makes sense
“See this part here is molded specifically to pleasure me and me alone as the bass hits.”
“Oh also I made a song specifically for to use with it, And also for you”
>She fumbles with her ipod and a slow, descending cello cadance (you think) hums from the box
>Dj-Pon3 is well regarded for her seamless and expert use of string instrumentals in her music.
>She is on record as saying that she uses them as a tribute to a former friend
>This one is different, Much slower than her normal 192 bpm. It’s actually very sad sounding with long string draws leading into a soft ambient 16 bit arrangement.
“This song is very special to me”
>She listens longingly
And I want to debut both of these on stage tonight as an experiment”
>She settles herself onto the sub just as a sad heavy bass note hits and it transitions back to her aggressive norm
>Her whole body is vibrating with the speaker
“Yeaeah thaaaatttt will do justttt fiiiiine”
>its sounds as if she were speaking into a fan.
>You lug the uncharacteristically light toy onto the small stage.
> Place it in the center as instructed.
>It really doesn’t matter where it goes it will ruin your fine tuning regardless.
>She brashly walks onto stage as per usual
>announces that she has a special treat for her most loyal of fans
>Giving an exaggerated gesture towards the shit sub.
>Tiny little flares go off as you press the button on cue. It’s all the fire code would allow.
>She really wanted stadium grade mortars, and loads of confetti at the same time
>Couldn’t begin to explain why that wouldn’t work.
>She takes her place over top of her “suberator” as she referrs to it. A pair of your cargo shorts leaving little hints at the purpose of this device.
>A deck on each side of her
>One of her oldies starts to spin out, Dj-Pon3 loves to start out with this track. Its got a long, treble build up, and a batshit insane drop. Leaving off into a typical “ontz ontz ontz” monotony.
>Obviously an ameteur piece. But for this occasion it was an especially good pick, It would get her, and the crowd warmed up.
>Into the third song and the crowd seems none the wiser at the predicament of their host.
>Suddenly Vinyl motions for you to come out on stage
>This isn’t part of the plan
“Give It up everypony “referring to the fanbase of a dj named Pon3.
“For my Roadie, Anon!!” She cheers and the crowd roars in return
“I couldn’t do what I do without this amazing fag”
“But now its time for your special treat”
>She pulls out a large tab from the back of the shorts
“Tug Me ;)” it reads
> You obey your fabric overlord
> Yanking the tab up firmly and swiftly
>And your pants rip
>Oh shit you really liked those pants.
>But more relevantly Vinyl’s bottom was now fully exposed, revealing that this was a pleasure device.
>On stage, in public
>The crowd stopped and stared in awe
“Come on everypony you're about to get to see your favorite sexy DJ have a big sexy time tonight”
>And as the beat started pounding in rhythm the crowd slowly started to groove again
>You place your face firmly into your palm
> A nudge in your side
>Dj-Pon3 hands you a note
>It’s a revised set list
>5. Cum back on stage
>6. Song
>7.Finger my ass till I cum
>8. GTFO!
>Those all sound like shit songs
>Oh they are instructions.
>Waiting backstage for the fourth song to end
>Show time
>Adjust your earplugs as things are about to get loud
>You sigh remembering Dj-Pon3 doesn’t care to save her hearing
>Sneak up behind his vulnerable girl, as she leans over to pick up her next record you give her your patented two finger death punch jutsu.
>She jumps with surprise, pain, and pleasure
>The crowd roars as they notice you behind her
>if only you could have seen her face right then
>So much buzzing, your fingers feel the vibration through her body,
>If only it was your dick instead
>Oh wait, it can be
>So you remove your two fingers and thrust your dick inside of her.
>She gasps again, at the much larger mass
>Wow this is gonna get uncomfortable, you like have to half squat to keep yourself inserted
>But you don’t care when you stare at her fat, shaking ass, Wriggling around trying to get comfortable.
>If You can’t be comfy niether will she. You lean to the side, the non uniform pressure making it impossible for her to get settled.
>She keeps shifting her weight about but it is no use, you have her trapped.
>Grabbing the scruff of her neck you pull her backwards and slowly shift your own pelvis forward.
>Vinyl is gasping for air, you bring her gaze to yours,
>Sunglasses in the way
>You assume she looks pissed
>How dare she spurn your gift, You give her a good yank and she yelps
>Can barely feel your dick, the vibrations have numbed it. You assume you have cum as your ejaculation muscles ache.
>Refuse to stop until she visibly orgasms in front of her crowd.
>That will show her for commissioning such an awful subwoofer.
>And so you thrust back and forth arhythmically twisting her large nipple ring before you pull off her tank top off.
>she must be so humiliated
>You continue to thrust, but feel little
>A massive slime pool forms beneath you
>Now new motion
>Not coming from the sub, or the music, it is her
>The pinnacle of what you assume is her achievable ecstasy
>She falls forward, and her right hand scratches her prized disk
>The music, and crowd stop
>The only sound is the sweet rhaspy profanities of a shivering girl
“Whatever I say don’t stop” you hear
>You obey your slave
>Until your dick chaffes, and your thighs ache.
>You pull out and nonchalantly walk off stage. You see dozens of bright white flashes, and faces lit by glowing screens.
>This will be all over the web by tomorrow.
>A slow descending cello cadence starts
>The next day
“Man you should be my publicity manager, My site has gotten like billions of views since last night. You really know how to put on a show”
>Many months later
>Standing in the basement of an exclusive, adult club. This is where she is performing tonight. A private showing
>She sits on her special Sub. Her arms tied above her head to, two large black posts.
>Bare as the day she was birthed into this world. What would her mother say.
>Tiny perky breasts pointed towards the floor, Nipples piercings attached to 100 gram weights
>The Electrodes on her inner thighs however were new.
>Leaning down next to her. The spiky blue hair tickling your ear
You whisper “Are you really going to do this”
“Fuuck yess Anon!” She slurred
“Come OOONNNN we can’t keep my sexsy ssluts wait” referring to the many men standing naked behind you in a line
>Horrified, Vinyl was never one for drink. Just another step in her descent
“A-are you drunk right now”
She lets out a loud guffah.
“As ifff, shit’s to weak for me Im on like... thousands of pills”
>Your heart sinks. She really has gone off the deep end. You hate drugs and any sort of mind altering substance. You hate the thought of someone not being themselves
“Vinyl, I’m leaving”
“Whaa why comeonn just let me suyck ya off. Come on cum on my face. treat me like shiit”
“No, I can’t be around you like this. I quit”
“Fucker, ddon’t forget to turn the sub on, and flip that switch on the table”
>You wrap your arms around her neck and give her one last firm hug.
“I love you Vinyl Scratch”
> You stand up, turn and leave
>every atom of your body is tearing itself apart as you walk away. You want to be there for her. But you can’t be the only one to support her.
>You begin to tear up
“NEXXT,” She shouts behind you “Hurry up faggot turn this shit on and fuck ma face with yor tiny cock”
>You hear a shrill cry as the man presumably runs out of the room in shame.
>Three days later
>Standing in the airport waiting in the security line.
>Spaced out from boredom
>Only Half listening to the news on the Television above you
“Ambulance”
“Critical condition”
“Overdose”
>A slow descending cello cadence arises from your pocket
>The bustling airport freezes around you.
>You know
>Your bags drop to the floor
>You sprint with all your might out of the airport and into the nearest taxi
>Moving as quickly as you can through the sterile white halls
>The painful smell of ammonia
>There is the room “192”
>A taupe girl with slate gray hair stands beside it.
>You approach her and the door
>And she gracefully closes the distance in turn
>Her shoulder back and hand flat
>She hits you with all the strength she could muster
>You are thankful she is such a small, proper woman.
>The mixture of pain in guilt still conspire to make you cry
>And this strange new girl also begins to cry
>You both know this is your fault. You selfishly let her down
>Falling to your knees you weep. And she falls into you wetting your shoulder
>She hits you on your free shoulder over and over and over. You can hardly feel it
>You grab her offending wrist and lean into the shoulder pad of her suit and continue to sob like a bitch
>You don’t care who sees, the tears are for you, and her.
Ending 1
>Two Years later
>You still watch the news for some reason
>All they ever talk about is her.
“Sources report that Vinyl Scratch, Also known by her pseudonym D-J-Pon-Three” Has been charged with possession of illegal substances. and several counts of solicitation”
“The judges won’t let her off easy this time
>it doesn’t hurt to hear anymore
>You knew it could end like this after you left
>You couldn’t deal with Octavia constantly blaming you for all of Vinyls actions
>Couldn’t deal with Vinyls Attitude
>So you left again
>You knew it would end like this
>Octavia couldn’t handle Vinyl by herself and attempted suicide
>You hadn’t heard from her since that night, As she slowly slit her wrists on the phone
>She said it was her fault, She failed her friend again.
>She was wrong, Both of them needed you to be there
“Tonight the nation mourns the passing of”
>And you just couldn’t be
>Take a large swig of your most prized wine
>And kick the stool out from under your feet.
Ending 2
>Several months later
>On your way to Octavias house
>You have grown close since that night. And are now full on friends.
>There is a brand new bright white Audi R8 in her driveway
>Sure She makes plenty of money as a member of the royal orchestra but she is not one for frivolous spending let alone cars.
> A bright white face shouts out the kitchen window
“Hey Anon nice of you to come see me for once.”
“Out of rehab I see”
“You surprised. I do everything big, getting my shit together is no exception” she gives you an exaggerated wink.
>You visited her in rehab only two days ago
> You sit down in In Tavi’s studio with a cup of black tea, Admiring her meticulously chosen and placed speakers, amps, and padding.
>The girls are about to demo a rough cut of their new collab.
>It’s good, obviously a work in progress, but a ton of potential.
>Just like your white friend, her hair now cut short and conservative.
>She says it helps remind her to stay grounded
>you just think it’s cute.

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“She hasn’t kept a tech for more than two weeks” The rumors say
“She has super high standards”
>You were ready to meet those standards.
>Have an established reputation as one of the best stage technicians in the edm game
> Know just how to make the club bump and get the most out of most venues shitty P,A system. 
>A long time audiophile and a bachelors in electrical engineering. A killer combo for this kind of job
> Driving your pristine, vintage, Audi 5000 (a true engineers car) to a meeting With Equestria’s hottest up and coming dj.
> DJ-Pon3.
>A.k.A Vinyl Scratch. A slender white girl with trademark wild hair and glasses.
>Pull up to an unassuming beige tower. The studio is in Suite”192”
>Pull a heavy steel door open, Aaah the smell of acoustic foam, It feels like shoving earplugs into your nose.
>Waiting alone in the room, you admire the very expensive studio monitors mounted on heavy steel towers. Foam separating them from each others vibrations.
>The door swings open a small,slim
shadow casts in.
>She swaggers in, obviously trying to be intimidating.
>walks right up into your face and pulls her big purple glasses down her nose
>She smirks, Giggles
“just fuckin with ya man. Great to meet ya I heard your work when I was just starting up and it really impacted me. I guess I’m what you call a fan. Thats wierd most roadies don’t have fans”
“Stage Technician” you correct
“Whatever”
> This is the weirdest interview ever, you're just having a chat with this punk girl about whatever.
>Her personality is endearing though, You get the sense that everything is just a big act with her. You want to find out what she is really like.
>A fragile nuget core to this big brash candybar
>Pulling her glasses all the way off now her eyes are a piercing magenta, It contrasts nicely with her hair.
>Her eyes are beautifully intent, curious and innocent.
“Well You got the job my man, Glad thats over lets go get lunch or some shit, You buyin’”
>Snapped back to reality
“No way bitch”
>You freeze, ohshitohshit you just called your new boss a bitch
>She looks taken aback, surprised, not offended
“Well ya fucker looks like this is the start of something beautiful”
“Goodcents aight? I love their sandwhiches, so much better than shitway”
>She leads you out of the building, She stands on a curb about to hail a taxi
“What are you doing?”
“Getting a ride dumbass”
“You don’t have a car?
“No need I’m always on the move, why bother with it”
“Come on i’m driving”
>Calmly riding down the crowded city streets, Bread crumbs getting all over your racing buckets.
“mmm told ya Goodcents was the shit”
>Suddenly a heavenly site, Open asphalt ahead and a riced civic to your right.
“When the clutch drops the bullshit stops”
“Wut aaaaaaaaaaaaaaHHH”
>Your glorious ls7 swap lights the tires and you are away
>The gas, burning rubber and shaking seats conspire to give you a rager.
>Vinyl also seems to be enjoying it, her hands between her legs
“Best Ticket Ever!!”
>$208 it says, excessive acceleration the charge. “4.5 to 60 impressive” is written in the margin
> You smile. And agree.
>One week later 
>Meet Vinyl backstage before the show
>Seaddle
>She wants you to hurry and finish fixing the venues setup.
>Can’t rush perfection
>Seriously it’s getting annoying at this point. She want’s to show you something
>Probably the set list for your approval
>She is very insecure about her set tonight. 
>Waltz swiftly into her dressing room
>it’s gone terribly unused
>There she is, naked, sitting in pinup pose, legs crossed and finger on her lip
>Stunned you stare, until you realize you are being rude, apologize and turn to leave
“Hold up faggot”
“Don’t you like girls”
“Yes” You reply swiftly back still turned to her
“Well why ain’t you staring at the ass naked girl in front of ya”
“To show respect”
“Fuck that, get an eye full of me”
>What the hell is going on
>This girl is even crazier than you thought
>Obeying her command you turn to face her slowly, Her legs are spread now, A neatly trimmed square of dull pink hair presents itself
“Yeah I dye my hair fuck face what of it!!” she quickly shouts, blushing
“I didn’t say a word now did I” you smugly retort
>blushing intensifies
“Well there is something I haven’t told you yet
“I’m a nerfomanic or whatever”
“Nymphomaniac” you correct
“Whatever”
>Take a few steps toward this young girl
>Nineteen, one of the biggest Dj’s in Equestria, Cute body, Endearing personality, Class I sex machine,
“Oh yeah and I had an accident riding a horse when I was little so I’m infertile too”
>Holy shit
>Tons of sex no possible consequences. What the fuck could go wrong
>excited at the amazing prospect you rush forward onto your new toy, leaning over her with your hands holding you up against the wall.
>She wastes no time 
>Masterfully unbuttoning your cargo shorts
>Pulling your boxers down hungrily
"What the hell is this" scoffing at your only mildly erect penis
"This is happening a little fast I'm not at 100% quite yet"
"We'll see about that"
>Popping your dick into her mouth like a large hard candy she squeezes hard with her lips and sucks with all her might.
>Pulling away to reveal a now completely hard penis
"Better" she assures you condescendingly.
>Placing the tip gently back into her mouth she begins to lick at the bottom of your shaft & head. Grabbing your testes and tugging downward on them slightly. Just at the pain threshold.
>Each lap is a godsend. But the fact that this is another person, a beautiful girl at that always amplifies the satisfaction you feel.
>with one palm still bracing you against the wall you reach down with the other, grab the base of her hair and slowly, considerately start to slide her head up your dick.
>Shes taking it like a champ, almost your entire manhood engulfed in the soft, undulating, wet mouth of this girl.
>It feels like a million little fingers.
>The first stages of ecstasy set in, your muscles tense and your penis throbs, you greedily slam her head forward hoping to throw yourself over the top
>Her mouth stops moving, she pulls away and gags. 
> Catching her breath before she suggests you finish yourself on her face.
>It doesn't take but a few strokes as she tugs increasingly harder on your sack.
> A few stringy white strands pulse out before you can finish
>Your toes curl in your boots and every fiber of you convulses as the last ounces of cum eject onto her cute face.
> It hangs from her long eyelashes, and is dripping off her small pointy nose into her slender lips. 
>She aggresivly takes every last drop she can into her mouth before wiping her face and transferring the goo onto her swollen, red, moist labia.
>You collapse onto the floor in front of her chair leaning, into her lap.
>Picking your chin up with a finger she seductively tells you
"My turn"
>Exhausted but eager to return the favor you push her legs out of the way
>Spread her outer lips
>And deeply massage between the folds, pressing firmly into the muscles with your knuckles.
>your other hand reaches up and lightly pinches her clit and urethra.
>Her legs close firmly around you at this, before embracing you around your neck, and pull your head in close.
>It smells of your salty, chlorine juices. 
>You pause at the thought of eating your own cum but have no choice as she presses your face into it.
> oh well, you insert your two massaging fingers, and a third, into her loose hole
>Sliding in as deep as your hand will allow.
>She seems to be enjoying herself as you can taste more of her juice than yours
"Hold on Anon"
>She reaches over to her vanity table and grabs a small navy blue pebble. 
>Flips a switch and the tiny thing begins to vibrate violently.
"No offense I'm just a bit desensitized is all."
>you shrug and lift your head away and place one of your hands on her breast
> It's barely a handful, and there is a tiny stud you didn't notice before.
>Placing the blue vibrator on the clit she rubs it gently in circles.
> Then you place your thumb on her little brown button, warranting a clench of her ass
>You continue to feel up her insides when you notice a hard little protrusion on the belly side of her walls.

> Now you have your secret weapon.
>You press slowly but confidently into her anus with your thumb.knuckle deep now.
> Vinyl is rocking back and forth now letting out little huffs as she approaches her own orgasm. 
>here she comes her abs begin to contract violently, and her ring clenches around your thumb and you take the cue
>Pushing all your fingers up onto her little g spot and rubbing quickly you force the rest of your thumb into her ass.
>Pinching and twisting her nipple ring she yelps in pleasure and pain. Like a thousand volts shooting through her. 
> The convulsions hasten to match your hands and the vibrator falls away as her grip involuntarily opens.
> She grasps at your hair looking for something to hold her onto the earth, and pushes your head back
"Fuckfuckfufuckfuck meeEeeeEEe, sshhsiiit"
>Refusing to let vinyl off easy you continue until your arms ache,
>Five, you count five rolling orgasms before she simply stops and you pull away.
>Both are are extremely exhausted and. You feel like you just swam 50 laps. 
>She looks even worse off.
>The front of your shirt is soaked. Looks like you won't be washing this treasure.
>Ten minutes to showtime.
> Vinyl Scratch stands up slowly and grabs a bra and white tank top from her trunk.
You notice now that she has a pear shaped figure. With relatively wide hips and a large round ass.
>She quickly washes her face in the sink, throws on your beige cargo shorts and wobbles out heading towards the stage
>But before she goes she turns and says 
"Looks like you are a keeper"
>She performs her set well, especially considering what happened just before she went on stage. 
>Several weeks pass and increasingly twisted debauchery attends each show.
>This week she is performing at a small private club.
>Vinyl want’s to try something daring on stage.
>She has some new stuff she want’s to show you
“Here it is”
>Gleaming proudly, presenting her new toy to you. It looks like a 10” subwoofer. But it can’t be, the top of it is rounded off and has a small ridge and protrusion on top
>She turns it on
>It sounds so shit it hurts. The box vibrates, it sound’s poorly constructed overall
>An led ring pulses with the music
“Wtf is that thing you” ask her
“It is a subwoofer vibrator fusion!!”
>that makes sense
“See this part here is molded specifically to pleasure me and me alone as the bass hits.”
“Oh also I made a song specifically for to use with it, And also for you”
>She fumbles with her ipod and a slow, descending cello cadance (you think) hums from the box
>Dj-Pon3 is well regarded for her seamless and expert use of string instrumentals in her music.
>She is on record as saying that she uses them as a tribute to a former friend
>This one is different, Much slower than her normal 192 bpm. It’s actually very sad sounding with long string draws leading into a soft ambient 16 bit arrangement.
“This song is very special to me”
>She listens longingly
And I want to debut both of these on stage tonight as an experiment”
>She settles herself onto the sub just as a sad heavy bass note hits and it transitions back to her aggressive norm
>Her whole body is vibrating with the speaker
“Yeaeah thaaaatttt will do justttt fiiiiine”
>its sounds as if she were speaking into a fan.
>You lug the uncharacteristically light toy onto the small stage.
> Place it in the center as instructed.
>It really doesn’t matter where it goes it will ruin your fine tuning regardless.
>She brashly walks onto stage as per usual
>announces that she has a special treat for her most loyal of fans
>Giving an exaggerated gesture towards the shit sub.
>Tiny little flares go off as you press the button on cue. It’s all the fire code would allow.
>She really wanted stadium grade mortars, and loads of confetti at the same time
>Couldn’t begin to explain why that wouldn’t work.
>She takes her place over top of her “suberator” as she referrs to it. A pair of your cargo shorts leaving little hints at the purpose of this device.
>A deck on each side of her
>One of her oldies starts to spin out, Dj-Pon3 loves to start out with this track. Its got a long, treble build up, and a batshit insane drop. Leaving off into a typical “ontz ontz ontz” monotony.
>Obviously an ameteur piece. But for this occasion it was an especially good pick, It would get her, and the crowd warmed up.
>Into the third song and the crowd seems none the wiser at the predicament of their host. 
>Suddenly Vinyl motions for you to come out on stage
>This isn’t part of the plan
“Give It up everypony “referring to the fanbase of a dj named Pon3.
“For my Roadie, Anon!!” She cheers and the crowd roars in return
“I couldn’t do what I do without this amazing fag”
“But now its time for your special treat”
>She pulls out a large tab from the back of the shorts
“Tug Me ;)” it reads
> You obey your fabric overlord
> Yanking the tab up firmly and swiftly
>And your pants rip
>Oh shit you really liked those pants.
>But more relevantly Vinyl’s bottom was now fully exposed, revealing that this was a pleasure device.
>On stage, in public
>The crowd stopped and stared in awe
“Come on everypony you're about to get to see your favorite sexy DJ have a big sexy time tonight”
>And as the beat started pounding in rhythm the crowd slowly started to groove again
>You place your face firmly into your palm
> A nudge in your side 
>Dj-Pon3 hands you a note
>It’s a revised set list
>5. Cum back on stage
>6. Song
>7.Finger my ass till I cum
>8. GTFO!
>Those all sound like shit songs
>Oh they are instructions. 

>Waiting backstage for the fourth song to end
>Show time
>Adjust your earplugs as things are about to get loud
>You sigh remembering Dj-Pon3 doesn’t care to save her hearing
>Sneak up behind his vulnerable girl, as she leans over to pick up her next record you give her your patented two finger death punch jutsu.
>She jumps with surprise, pain, and pleasure
>The crowd roars as they notice you behind her
>if only you could have seen her face right then
>So much buzzing, your fingers feel the vibration through her body,
>If only it was your dick instead
>Oh wait, it can be
>So you remove your two fingers and thrust your dick inside of her.
>She gasps again, at the much larger mass
>Wow this is gonna get uncomfortable, you like have to half squat to keep yourself inserted
>But you don’t care when you stare at her fat, shaking ass, Wriggling around trying to get comfortable.
>If You can’t be comfy niether will she. You lean to the side, the non uniform pressure making it impossible for her to get settled.
>She keeps shifting her weight about but it is no use, you have her trapped.
>Grabbing the scruff of her neck you pull her backwards and slowly shift your own pelvis forward.
>Vinyl is gasping for air, you bring her gaze to yours,
>Sunglasses in the way
>You assume she looks pissed
>How dare she spurn your gift, You give her a good yank and she yelps
>Can barely feel your dick, the vibrations have numbed it. You assume you have cum as your ejaculation muscles ache.
>Refuse to stop until she visibly orgasms in front of her crowd.
>That will show her for commissioning such an awful subwoofer.
>And so you thrust back and forth arhythmically twisting her large nipple ring before you pull off her tank top off.
>she must be so humiliated
>You continue to thrust, but feel little
>A massive slime pool forms beneath you
>Now new motion
>Not coming from the sub, or the music, it is her
>The pinnacle of what you assume is her achievable ecstasy
>She falls forward, and her right hand scratches her prized disk
>The music, and crowd stop
>The only sound is the sweet rhaspy profanities of a shivering girl
“Whatever I say don’t stop” you hear
>You obey your slave
>Until your dick chaffes, and your thighs ache. 
>You pull out and nonchalantly walk off stage. You see dozens of bright white flashes, and faces lit by glowing screens.
>This will be all over the web by tomorrow.
>A slow descending cello cadence starts
>The next day
“Man you should be my publicity manager, My site has gotten like billions of views since last night. You really know how to put on a show”

>Many months later
>Standing in the basement of an exclusive, adult club. This is where she is performing tonight. A private showing
>She sits on her special Sub. Her arms tied above her head to, two large black posts. 
>Bare as the day she was birthed into this world. What would her mother say.
>Tiny perky breasts pointed towards the floor, Nipples piercings attached to 100 gram weights 
>The Electrodes on her inner thighs however were new.
>Leaning down next to her. The spiky blue hair tickling your ear 
You whisper “Are you really going to do this”
“Fuuck yess Anon!” She slurred
“Come OOONNNN we can’t keep my sexsy ssluts wait” referring to the many men standing naked behind you in a line
>Horrified, Vinyl was never one for drink. Just another step in her descent
“A-are you drunk right now”
She lets out a loud guffah.
“As ifff, shit’s to weak for me Im on like... thousands of pills”
>Your heart sinks. She really has gone off the deep end. You hate drugs and any sort of mind altering substance. You hate the thought of someone not being themselves
“Vinyl, I’m leaving”
“Whaa why comeonn just let me suyck ya off. Come on cum on my face. treat me like shiit”
“No, I can’t be around you like this. I quit”
“Fucker, ddon’t forget to turn the sub on, and flip that switch on the table”
>You wrap your arms around her neck and give her one last firm hug.
“I love you Vinyl Scratch”
> You stand up, turn and leave
>every atom of your body is tearing itself apart as you walk away. You want to be there for her. But you can’t be the only one to support her.
>You begin to tear up
“NEXXT,” She shouts behind you “Hurry up faggot turn this shit on and fuck ma face with yor tiny cock”
>You hear a shrill cry as the man presumably runs out of the room in shame.
>Three days later
>Standing in the airport waiting in the security line.
>Spaced out from boredom
>Only Half listening to the news on the Television above you
“Ambulance”
“Critical condition”
“Overdose”
>A slow descending cello cadence arises from your pocket
>The bustling airport freezes around you.
>You know
>Your bags drop to the floor
>You sprint with all your might out of the airport and into the nearest taxi
>Moving as quickly as you can through the sterile white halls
>The painful smell of ammonia
>There is the room “192”
>A taupe girl with slate gray hair stands beside it.
>You approach her and the door
>And she gracefully closes the distance in turn
>Her shoulder back and hand flat
>She hits you with all the strength she could muster
>You are thankful she is such a small, proper woman.
>The mixture of pain in guilt still conspire to make you cry
>And this strange new girl also begins to cry
>You both know this is your fault. You selfishly let her down
>Falling to your knees you weep. And she falls into you wetting your shoulder
>She hits you on your free shoulder over and over and over. You can hardly feel it
>You grab her offending wrist and lean into the shoulder pad of her suit and continue to sob like a bitch
>You don’t care who sees, the tears are for you, and her.

Ending 1
>Two Years later
>You still watch the news for some reason
>All they ever talk about is her.
“Sources report that Vinyl Scratch, Also known by her pseudonym D-J-Pon-Three” Has been charged with possession of illegal substances. and several counts of solicitation”
“The judges won’t let her off easy this time
>it doesn’t hurt to hear anymore
>You knew it could end like this after you left
>You couldn’t deal with Octavia constantly blaming you for all of Vinyls actions
>Couldn’t deal with Vinyls Attitude
>So you left again
>You knew it would end like this
>Octavia couldn’t handle Vinyl by herself and attempted suicide
>You hadn’t heard from her since that night, As she slowly slit her wrists on the phone
>She said it was her fault, She failed her friend again.
>She was wrong, Both of them needed you to be there
“Tonight the nation mourns the passing of”
>And you just couldn’t be
>Take a large swig of your most prized wine
>And kick the stool out from under your feet.

Ending 2
>Several months later
>On your way to Octavias house
>You have grown close since that night. And are now full on friends. 
>There is a brand new bright white Audi R8 in her driveway
>Sure She makes plenty of money as a member of the royal orchestra but she is not one for frivolous spending let alone cars.
> A bright white face shouts out the kitchen window
“Hey Anon nice of you to come see me for once.”
“Out of rehab I see”
“You surprised. I do everything big, getting my shit together is no exception” she gives you an exaggerated wink.
>You visited her in rehab only two days ago
> You sit down in In Tavi’s studio with a cup of black tea, Admiring her meticulously chosen and placed speakers, amps, and padding.
>The girls are about to demo a rough cut of their new collab.
>It’s good, obviously a work in progress, but a ton of potential.
>Just like your white friend, her hair now cut short and conservative. 
>She says it helps remind her to stay grounded
>you just think it’s cute.

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