Prompts:
I want to keep Octavia up all night, every night with Vinyl's constant whorish moaning. 
 
>trying to sleep in the same bed
>same bed
>sleep
 
>You are Anon, doing what you do best; currently pounding your marefriend's brains out on her bed.
>Or maybe you were murdering her. Kinda hard to tell when she's screaming this loud.
>Vinyl had wanted to try something new tonight, which put you balls deep in the DJs ponut.
>And she was loving it.
>Or possibly hating it, but you two had a safeword so it was probably a mix of pain and pleasure.
>You'd be lying if you said you weren't a little wor-
>*CRASH*
>Shards of wood come flying toward you two and pelt off your sweaty bodies.
>Your lovemaking session comes to a screeching halt as a crazed looking Octavia stands before you where the bedroom door used to be.
>"OI YA FAKKEN MINGES IT'S THREE BONG IN THA FAKKEN MORNING!"
>You feel Vinyl go rigid with fear under you and clamp down /hard/ on your little soldier.
>"Run Anon shes got the cello!" She yells terrified, desperately trying to scramble off of you.
>"I'VE HAD IT UP TAH HERE WITH YOU TWO TWATS SHAGGIN TILL THE BREAK A DAWN!"
>Octavia gallops up to the bed and throws her large cello down at Vinyl's head.
>Quickly yanking the petrified pony out of certain brain damage, you try pulling yourself out of her to no avail.
"I can't get out of you, I'm stuck! You gotta relax babe!"
>Vinyl turns her head to you letting you see the pure terror on her face. 
>"HOW THE BUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO RELAX WHEN I'M ABOUT TO GET BRAINED BY A WOOD INSTRUMENT?!"
>Octavia sends out another wild swing, narrowly missing you and sending it into the nightstand completely obliterating it.
>"STAND STILL YA ROIGHT SCRUBBER!"
>"JUST RUN YOU IDIOT!"
>Not needing to be told a third time, you hurdle over the bed and leg it through the empty doorway with the insane grey mare in hot pursuit.
>"WHEN I CATCH YA OIL GUT YEH BOTH FROM GOB TAH ARSEHOLE!"
"Shes really mad huh?!" You say to your marefriend, who's dangling from your naked pelvis.
>"Probably cause we've been bangin too loudly!"
"Or maybe she just wanted to say 'chello'?"
>You complete your joke with fingerguns as Vinyl groans and facehoofs.
>"Now I hope she kills us."