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>11:13 am
>It's the first thing Vinyl registers as she wakes up and opens her eyes
>The second thing she registers is how cool the air feels on her skin
>And as she looks down at herself, wondering if she accidentally pushed off her covers while trashing around in her sleep, she realises she never even put herself in bed properly the night before
>Also, she's naked 
>She jolts up
>What the fuck happened last night? 
>The adrenaline kicking in is enough to wake her up properly
>And she gets a good look at her bed
>At the wet stains where her head and crotch were
>At the ruined clothes with pieces cut out of them, and at the scissors responsible for it lying next to them
"What the fuck?!"
>She suddenly realises she's still naked
>Her eyes dart to the door, and thankfully the key is still turned in the lock
>The way she left it before her masturbation session yesterday
>Vinyl frowns
>She's having trouble remembering what exactly she did
>She'd tried out something new with her track, she sat down to listen to it and put on porn, and then...
>She looks at herself again, then back to her tarnished clothes
>She begins to hum something 
>Maybe she should turn on her PC and check what she was working on
>Listen to that song again 
>Maybe...
>She looks down at herself one more time 
>She's fingering herself
>She jerks in surprise, and the shock makes her fall over and onto the floor 
>She needs a cold shower, she thinks to herself as she gets up
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"Okay."
>Toweling her hair with her bathrobe's hood, Vinyl looks over her room one more time
"Maybe you accidentally hypnotised yourself while watching porn."
>She feels her hard nipples brushing against the inside of her bathrobe
>It's just the cold making them stand out, she reassures herself 
"Maybe you did some remodeling to your wardrobe while you were under."
>She looks to what's left of some of her clothes again
>Wetness runs down her thighs 
>She must have missed a spot while drying herself
"Maybe you got some strange ideas while you were at it, and maybe you also collapsed in your bed only after your computer shut off and kept masturbating even while you were asleep."
>Her breath is heavy
>It must be the cold 
>She really should put some clothes on
>And stop being naked
>She took off the bathrobe to dress herself, no? 
"But that doesn't mean there's anything to worry about. You'll just report your findings to Twilight and she'll make sure to get those remaining audio files scrubbed off the Internet, so everyone is safe."
>She gives the world's least convincing smile
"Just don't listen to it again."
>Her smile cracks a little
>Why is she even talking to herself like that? 
>She's not even doing it at a mirror
>Where she could look at her naked body
>As she imagines telling Twilight about how she hypnotised herself into watching hours of porn and ruining her clothes to match what the actresses were wearing
>She catches one of her hands with the other before it can reach her crotch 
>She looks at her clock again
>11:41 am
>Still a bit before lunch
>She needs to get dressed for that
>And then she'll go shopping
>Because she needs new clothes 
>Someone ruined some of hers
>So she'll spend the afternoon away from home
>Away from her PC
>Away from the audio she has no intention of listening to again
>Vinyl sighs
>She looks down
>One of her hands is fondling her breasts
"Oh come the fuck on!"
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>14:27
>This time she's checking the time on her phone
>She's at the mall
>Thankfully for her, last night's crusade against her clothes' decency didn't reach too far into her wardrobe, so she still found something to put on
>They're older clothes and they've gotten a touch small, but they're better than the alternative
>She's still thankful her parents apparently didn't notice anything 
>And didn't ask any questions about her going shopping out of the blue
>She's just gotten here, and she's looking around, trying to remind herself of where each shop is
>Money shouldn't be a problem, and she only urgently needs to replace a couple of things, but it's still better to be mindful of her choices 
>Avoid the shop Rarity is currently pillaging, for example
>With how stacked the girl's parents are she usually goes for the priciest place available
>She's stacked too, in a different sense
>Vinyl realises she's stopped walking and her gaze has been lingering on Rarity through the shop window
>She forces herself to look and walk away
>Her eyes land on a familiar shop
>'familiar' meaning she's only found out it even exists last night
>She's remembered that part
>Mostly
>She hasn't booked an appointment there like she thinks she remembers almost doing 
>She checked her emails throughly to make sure she didn't
>But looking at it... 
>Covering herself with piercings would definitely be too far
>Especially the genital ones
>But maybe one wouldn't hurt?
>It wouldn't be out of place with her rave aesthetic
>Maybe...
"Hello. How may I help you?" 
>Vinyl gulps as she realises she's already walked in
>The tattoo shop's door slowly swings closed behind her
"I was looking to get a piercing done."
>She said it
>She actually said it
>Somehow, her instincts to hyperventilate and the shock keeping her frozen balance each other out and make her look normal
"Do you have an appointment?"
>Of course not
>Maybe that's better
>She can just leave 
>And never come back
"No, sorry."
>Vinyl swallows again
>The girl behind the counter is looking through some papers 
>Should she just leave?
>She does have some piercings of her own
>A couple of bars going through her right ear
"We've got a spot free in three hours, if that's good for you."
>Vinyl freezes again
>Her throat feels dry
>She does what she always does when she's panicking, and lets her guts decide what to do next
"Sure. I'll be around."
>As she always does, she regrets giving her guts that level of decision making power
>She's even walking towards the counter
"Please fill out this form."
>The girl hands her a pen and a sheet of paper
"What did you have in mind?"
>Vinyl looks over the form
>She starts to fill it out, too
>She wouldn't want to look awkward
>Like she's doing by not answering the question 
>She clears her throat
"I was thinking about something simple to start with, like..."
>She's mentally chanting to herself not to pick a genital area
>It's all she can do given how little control she seems to have over her own actions
"Like a navel piercing. Yeah, that."
>She nods and hands over the form, and the girl nods back
>All things considered it'll actually look nice, fitting for her looks at least
>Especially if she starts to wear something that shows off her midriff
>Only when she's playing at a club, of course
>It is a nice mental image of herself 
"Be back here at five thirty, alright?"
>Vinyl nods
>She begins to walk away, still thinking about the piercing she'll get
>She's not grinding her thighs together as she walks
>Or at least she really hopes the girl at the counter won't think she is
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>17:25
>Vinyl is outside the tattoo shop, sucking a milkshake through a straw
>Knowing she had a thing to do there later, she took her sweet time with shopping
>She'd never realized how little attention she was actually putting into how she dressed 
>It was probably a result of always rushing through things when buying clothes
>This time she took better care of it
>The new stuff is a little shorter than the damaged one was, but the weather is getting hotter and she'd rather be comfortable
>She also bought some stockings 
>She can probably get a use out of stockings at some point
>New underwear too
>It's not weird that it's a lot less covering than the one she owns
>Or that she didn't need to buy it
>The weather is getting hotter and she'd rather be comfortable
>It's not like people will be looking at it
>Although, with the right set of clothes... 
>She's never been more glad to accidentally give herself brain freeze by sucking on her straw too hard
>She discards her empty plastic cup into the nearest trashcan and walks into the shop, carrying her shopping bags along
>The girl at the counter waves at her
>Vinyl waves back
"You're here for that navel, right?" 
>Vinyl just nods
>Her throat is suddenly a little dry
"Silver Stud should be here in a moment, she's cleaning up the place after the last client."
>As if on cue, a woman appears from the staircase on the far wall of the room
>She looks like the most stereotypical piercing artist Vinyl could imagine
>Pink hair almost completely shaved on the sides, and kept short and messy on the front
>Studs through her ears and earlobe expanders
>Nose ring
>Studs over her eyebrows
>At least she probably has experience 
>She walks over to them
"Is this the navel girl?"
>Tongue piercing too
>Also, whether it's her bra doing a poor job or there being no bra at all, nipple piercings that are pretty hard to miss
>Vinyl pushes her thighs together
>Yep, she's bi now
>Maybe she was always bi
>Not that the thought of having been turned bi by an hypno file is making her want to find the nearest metal pole and grind her pussy against it until she cums or anything
>She only nods towards the artist
>She doubts opening her mouth would result in anything other than a meowed moan
"Nice to meet you. I'm Silver Stud. Please follow me upstairs."
>The girl turns around and begins to walk
>Vinyl's eyes fall on her ass
>She has to force herself not to drool
>She's not entirely successful
>Still, she follows the girl up the stairs 
>With her ass at eye level in the process
>She's glad she's not currently wearing the lighter underwear she bought 
>Although the thought of the other noticing how turned on she is is doing things to her
>Things that would indeed make it easier for her arousal to be noticed in the first place
>Before she has a chance to push herself so deep into that feedback loop she cums from it, the stairs come to and end, and she stumbles a little 
>The ass is no longer at eye level, and she's not sure if she's supposed to feel bad or good about that
>She catches herself, realizing Silver is motioning for her to come closer
"Take off your top, and roll up whatever is underneath."
>Vinyl does as instructed, after placing her bags down on a sofa
>The room looks a lot more professional than the one below 
>The kind of medical clean and sterile you'd expect from a doctor's office or something
>There's the sofa on one end, a padded table in the middle, a mirror in the corner and a table with a wooden shelf in front of it on the side
>After taking something out of the shelf, Silver motions for Vinyl to stand in front of the mirror
"I assume you want a vertical one, right?"
>Vinyl nods
>She's not really sure herself of what she's agreeing with, she's just rolling with things at this point
>It's strangely easy to let herself go on auto pilot 
"Top or bottom? The top one is more common but it's not all that different."
>Again, Vinyl just lets herself go with the flow
"Top will do fine."
>Did she really say that?
>It sounded so weird, like someone else talking
>Silver traces a couple of lines on her navel with a blue sharpie
>It's cold against her skin, and it shakes Vinyl from her state a bit
"This is where we'll put it, alright?"
>Silver points at the lines
>Vinyl looks at herself in the mirror, and just nods
"Alright then."
>Silver motions towards the padded table
>Vinyl lays herself down on top of it, on her back, her midriff still exposed
>It's kinda like an operating table
>Not really but she can pretend it is
>She looks to Silver to shake those thoughts away 
"Why a navel piercing specifically? Any reason?" 
>The girl is busy opening up a sealed package with some pieces of metal in it
"I guess I just felt like it."
>Vinyl guesses one of those is the needle
>She's not sure why that's getting her excited 
>She's not sure about a lot of things revolving around her getting excited, lately
>She doesn't really mind it though, not as much as she feels she should 
>She believes this is probably part of the problem
>It would be easier to see it as a problem if the concept didn't turn her on
>Something being placed in her mouth distracts her from her thoughts
"Bite down on it."
>Vinyl does
>She has a pretty clear idea of why
>She feels something slightly damp touching around her navel, probably Silver cleaning the area
"I'll go now. It should only last a moment. Ready?"
>Vinyl nods
>The needle goes in
>It's weird
>Like an extremely painful pinch
>Or like accidentally biting into her tongue
>Except if you kept going and bit down all the way instead of recoiling 
>To Silver's credit, it does only last a moment
>More dampness, she's probably cleaning again 
>Vinyl realises how stiff her jaw has gotten biting down on the thing in her mouth
>She feels a little excited, and not the horny kind for once today 
>All the adrenaline pumping is doing things to her
"You can get up now."
>Vinyl stands, and goes over to the mirror
>It's in
>Shiny metal embedded into her flesh
>Now she's definitely the horny kind of excited too, and she doesn't know why
>Silver arrives at her side, something in her hand 
"Let's get that covered for now."
>She puts a folded piece of gauze just under the piercing 
>It's very slightly damp, probably with disinfectant judging by the smell
>Then she places one of those large square plasters around the navel
>Cupped a little to leave an air pocket and hold up the gauze 
"It's important to leave it some room to breathe, but keep it covered."
>She hands Vinyl a little bag
"Here's some sterilized gauze, a couple more plasters, saline solution, and a cleaning guide. Clean it with water and some soap every day like it's explained there, dry it properly, a couple of drops of solution, and always keep it covered like that. Change the plaster if it stops sticking right."
>Vinyl grabs it and nods
>She unrolls her clothes and goes to fetch her top 
"We'll see you again in two weeks to check up on it. Stop a moment downstairs and we'll set the appointment. Call us if anything happens. Some bleeding and pus is expected, a lot isn't."
>Vinyl nods as she dresses back up, still feeling weirdly lightheaded 
>She grabs all her stuff and heads down the stairs
>She tries not to make it too obvious she's rubbing her thighs together 
>She really tries
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>The trip back home was... odd
>Walking out of the shop and to the bus stop, after paying of course, she didn't feel too bad
>Then, presumably, the adrenaline ran out
>And her body noticed the piece of metal was still lodged inside her
>Existential agony is the best way she can describe the feeling she got for about half an hour
>Thankfully it was over by the time she got back home 
>Dinner went smoothly
>So did cleaning her piercing
>And now she's in her room, sorting through her new clothes 
>Still ignoring the pile of cut and damaged ones she put in a corner
>She's never been this glad her parents force her to take care of her room herself 
>She's basically done sorting things, though
>Really, it's more like she's buying time
>Her eyes fall on her PC again, and she has to tear them away
>Whatever audio file she was working on yesterday is still there
>Would it really hurt to check?
>Vinyl bites her lip
>She does need to figure out what's up with it, one way or another 
>It's not like she can just never turn on her PC again, either 
>She slowly goes to turn it on, but doesn't put her headphones on yet
>She throws a glance at her clock
>10:12 pm
>She needs to go to school tomorrow
>She can't really afford to stay up as late as she did yesterday 
>But a little bit...
>Ignoring the audio project that opened again as she restarted her PC, something that takes far more effort than she'd like to admit, she instead navigates to the options 
>forty-five minutes should do
>It'll shut down automatically after that 
>Not that it should be a problem though 
>She's just checking on the file, right? 
>Finally, she slides her headphones back on
>There's a hint of hesitation, just a moment
>Then she starts the audio file again 

We've got the music
Got the music
Got the music

>The screen is dark
>A glance at the clock
>11:00 pm
>A moment to realise the only thing she's still wearing is the plaster over her navel
>Another to notice one hand is pumping in and out of her pussy, the other twisting her nipples
>Images of Silver Stud flash in her mind, and of a number of other girls she doesn't know the names of
>And not just girls, of course 
>Reluctantly, rather slowly, Vinyl stops masturbating, and pulls herself up from her chair
>She gets all the way to her bed, and slides under the covers, still naked
>She knows she needs to sleep, tomorrow she needs to go to school
>She's feeling pretty relaxed, though
>Fulfilled, even 
>She drifts asleep quickly and easily
>All the while wondering what exactly she was so worried about all day