Octavia, Vinyl Scratch Hypno (Pt. 3) (paragon?)


                                            >Octavia walked in the front door.

                                            “Hi Tavi. Recognize this?” you say, gesturing to the headset on the table in front of her as you slam the door closed.

                                            >”Oh.”

                                            “Really, I’m not mad at you. I just want to know why you didn’t trust me. Were you worried I’d reject you? We’ve been living together for a while now, can’t we be honest with each other about things like this? If you’d asked and laid it all out, I might have even gone on stage with you willingly. I’d do anything for you, and you know that, and that’s why this hurts so much. Why, Octavia?”

                                            >She’s just standing there stunned. “You… you’re not mad?”

                                            “Sike. Hold still, this’ll be quick.” you say as you lock the door.

                                            >She starts pleading “Vinyl please I can explain it was a mistake and I’m so very sorry I-“

                                            >You grab her head with your magic and hold it in place, the goggles floating off the table and toward her.

                                            >She speeds up “I-never-planed-on-doing-that-and-I’m-sorry-and-I’ll-undo-it-and-it-got-out-of-hand-and-please-no-Vinyl-please-no-dommpht!”

                                            >A band of magic presses her mouth shut, and you gently line up the goggles with her face.

                                            “Good night, Tavi.”

                                            >You push them forward and they latch on, coming to life, the visor gently pulsing with light.

                                            >Releasing her, you sit down in a chair to enjoy the show.

                                            >She instantly starts trying to pull them off, painfully tugging at them to no avail.

                                            “Vinyl, please, I…”

                                            >You use your magic to gently lift at the goggles, causing the crystals inside to sense a unicorn attempting to remove them.

                                            >”Ahhhnnnnggg” she manages, the visor abandoning any pretense of subtlety as it “suppresses attempts at disobedience”.

                                            >The manual was very helpful.

                                            >She closes her eyes, trying to hide from the shapes and colours spinning across her vision.

                                            “Octavia, look at me.” you demand.

                                            >She squeezes her eyes shut even harder, uselessly scrabbling her hooves over the goggles like a foal trying to block the sun in the morning.

                                            >You yank on the goggles, drawing a pained gasp as she snaps her eyes open. A moment later they’re shut again.

                                            >In response, the audio kicks up a notch, the hissing noise drowning out her thoughts as the hypnogear starts to take a different route.

                                            “Stop fighting or I’ll give you a country accent.”

                                            >”You… wouldn’t *dare*” she challenges.

                                            “Try me” you say, as you start rubbing her thighs.

                                            >”Nnng. Geddof!”

                                            “Tried that, couldn’t. Part of why I’m so pissed at you, actually.”

                                            >”’m sorry, please! S… stop…”

                                            >She’s still fighting it.

                                            “Look at me, Tavi.” you order, “Look at me. If you don’t open your eyes I’ll make you come so hard you pass out.”

                                            >You can tell she’s confused, and you continue “During a concert.”

                                            >At that her eyes snap open and she glares at you. “Fuh… fine. Don… don’t dare!” she manages.

                                            “You won’t get a say in it. Maybe I will anyway. Keep looking.” you order.

                                            >She tries to resist, but can’t manage to close her eyes before they glaze over.

                                            >The goggles are nearly done, working faster with less effort on your part at the cost of far less finesse than they would normally use. According to the manual it’s incredibly unpleasant, but you really can’t bring yourself to care as she finally states “Resistance suppressed. Mind blanked. Ready for orders.”

                                            >After all, it’s just as effective, and whatever thoughts of discomfort are left rattling around in there? Well, you’ll be replacing everything anyway