Strained Relationships

Octavia's life had changed forever. Ever since the mixtape that dear Sapphire had tricked her into listening to, Octavia's life had found its true purpose. She was meant to be a whore. A whore with class, glamour and style, but a whore nonetheless. It was a feeling of complete bliss and purpose for Octavia, like her body had suddenly clicked into place and a secret source of happiness and joy had been released from somewhere deep within her soul. A treasure that had been unlocked by a key that was shaped like her Master's dick.

And that wasn't all, the stares she got at the Whorepalace, the leering stares as she showed off her magnificent tits and whorish body. Each catcall, each comment sent her way made her bristle with pleasure. This was how it should be, to think that she would have once turned up her nose at establishments like the Whorepalace. This was true class, and she was eagerly awaiting the day when this class and glamour could be shared not just with Equestria, but the whole world.

But there was one issue. Scheduling.

Octavia had tried on several occasions to persuade Vinyl to move to Canterlot, to bring the two of them closer to the Whorepalace, but it was all in vain. Naturally, Octavia had not been able to be honest about her true intentions for wanting to move to Canterlot, and as such, she hadn't been able to give Vinyl a satisfactory reason as to why to move. So Octavia had been unable to persuade her and therefore had been limited to very late-night visits, but that had left her home life somewhat troublesome.

"So Tavi." Vinyl said, smiling at her wife with just a hint of awkwardness. "It seems we hardly see each other these days. You've got all these different concerts in Canterlot, it’s like we hardly hang out any more.”

Octavia felt a pang of guilt in her stomach; those, of course, had never been true concerts at all. Instead they had been trips to the Whorepalace in Canterlot where she would strip and play for all the lewd mares visiting. But Octavia was getting frustrated by the fact that she had to keep it all a secret.

“That sounds like a wonderful idea, Vinyl, something fun together.” Octavia said, but her mind was starting to struggle to think of good ideas for what they could do that night. All her thoughts seemed to return to stripping or whoring, but she knew that she couldn't tell Vinyl that together. "Perhaps I could join you at one of your concerts? Or perhaps the nightclub you work at, dearie? I've never been there before, but I'm sure that-"

"About that. There's something about that that I should have told you a lot sooner but I didn't." Vinyl said, her smile disappearing from her face and being replaced with a frown. Her eyes drifted to the table and she could be seen visibly swallowing. Now Octavia was concerned.

"What is it, Vinyl? You can tell me anything." Octavia said, placing a hand on Vinyl's and looking into her wife's eyes.

"I was fired." She admitted, voice sounding raspy and hoarse.

"Fired?" Octavia blinked. She couldn't understand, there were no signs. "How, though? You've always been a remarkable DJ, you've never been late and always been the soul of the party. Why would they fire you?"

"Well, ‘fired’ is a strong word, more like being made redundant. Though, given how much competition we were facing, I wouldn't be surprised if they're closing down soon." Vinyl admitted with a sigh, and Octavia squinted at Vinyl.

"Competition, dear?"

"From the Sugarcube Strip Club and the Whorepalace in Canterlot. Not to mention all those brothels and establishments the Apple Family establishments. I swear they pull the mares in like a magnet, there's no way anypony else could possibly compete!" Vinyl cried, pulling her blue mane and slamming her face into the table in frustration.

Octavia, for her part, could not help but feel guilty. She was, after all, part of the conspiracy to transform the entirety of Equestria into a sin-filled paradise for her Master and his Diamond. And more than that, she was stripping at Luna's Whorepalace which may well have been taking tourists from the nightclub in Ponyville that Vinyl had always worked at. It wasn't easy to avoid letting her guilt show on her face.

"That's unfortunate, Vinyl. Have you been looking for more work?" Octavia asked, squeezing Vinyl's hand as comfortably as possible.

"Trying, but there's not a lot of DJs right now. Even with places like Sugarcube Strip Club not letting stallions in, they're still annihilating all the competition, so, unless I want to work in a strip club, there's not a lot of options." Vinyl sighed, huffing as she folded her arms over her huge snow-like breasts.

"Well, why don't you work at a strip club?" Octavia asked, far more sharply than she had intended to.

"Are you kidding me, Tavi? Why would I ever want to work at a place like that? Don't get me wrong, I like to party as much as Pinkie Pie, but I've still got my dignity." Vinyl said, with an air of **** politeness, perhaps feeling insulted by the implication that Octavia would see Vinyl want to work at a strip club, but she wasn't the only one feeling insulted.

"Dignity? And pray tell what exactly is that supposed to mean?" Octavia demanded, her anger getting the better of her and overshadowing her common sense. "You mean to say you think that those who work at strip clubs are undignified? I would have expected better from you, Vinyl!"

"Tavi? Are you okay?" Vinyl asked, her raspy voice filled with confusion. "You made it damn clear that you always hated those 'Whorehouses'. So what's gotten into you?"

Octavia bolted to her feet with a scoff. Whilst what Vinyl said was objectively true, it had been before she had reunited with Sweet Melody, and before Sapphire had won her over with her beautiful music. "Once, perhaps. But that was before, whatever I have said before about the subject was nothing but uncouth lies and delusions that I had adopted before. Now though, now..." She paused, taking a breath. "Now I recognise that there is no career with more class and dignity than that as a stripper. A dance for the lusts of the commoners and our betters..."

She paused, imagining her Master Spike enjoying a dual show with both herself and Vinyl dancing with each other. Their love fuelling each other's lust, both pushing each other to be better strippers and slaves for their Master Spike. They would know each other intimately, their pressure points, their limits, where to press for the loudest possible moans and the most exciting show for their Master. They would compliment each other's weaknesses, Vinyl bringing the passion, the energy and the beat whilst Octavia would bring class, sophistication and skill.

"Are you even listening to me?" Octavia blinked out of her reverie and then realised that Vinyl was now on her feet as well. Even from behind her visor Octavia knew that Vinyl was glaring right at her. "I'm no one's whore. Sure, I'm no blushing virgin, but that's on my own damn terms. What's gotten into you Octavia? Have you gone crazy? I'm a DJ, not a whore! I want to dance, but because it's fun, not for lewd sluts. Why would you ever think I would ever do that?"

"Because it's a waste of your perfect ass." Octavia mumbled, but as soon as she said it she realised that she had made a mistake, because Vinyl had heard her.

"I can't believe this!" Vinyl shouted, throwing her hands into the air and storming off.

"Where are you going?" Octavia yelled, as she watched Vinyl's perfect ass reach for a coat.

"For a walk, damn it!" Vinyl shouted back as she threw the coat onto herself and threw open the door.

"At eleven PM?!" Octavia demanded, but Vinyl simply flipped her off.

"Yeah, at eleven PM, fuck you! I need to cool off, and you need to get those crazy thoughts out of your head!" Vinyl Scratch shouted over her shoulder. "And I'll be expecting an apology when I get back."

The door slammed with a bang, leaving Octavia alone in her room. Her gigantic tits heaving with every breath she took, her hands clenched into fists. She wanted to chase after Vinyl, to make her understand, but another part of herself was realising what Octavia had just done. She had allowed herself to be consumed by her anger and had almost revealed her secret in doing so. Vinyl, of course, had no idea that Octavia was actually moonlighting as a stripper at the Whorepalace, so she could not have known that she had accidentally offended Octavia.

Octavia moved to her bedroom, not bothering to clean up her plate behind her and simply threw her dress onto the floor. She normally took great care of her dresses and outfits, making sure to avoid creases and stains so as to make sure she was always as classy and fuckable as possible for her nights. But today she was in no mood to make the effort.

As she lay back onto her bed, she remembered how when she had first been inducted by Sapphire and Sweet Melody that she had hoped that she could soon bring Vinyl to join her Master's harem. But sadly, events seemed to get in the way, the timetable in which her Master would be making his move to claim Equestria as his own was quickly approaching, faster than ever. Tempest Shadow and Spitfire had quickly become tempting targets and there had of course been those that had gained her Master's eye for enslavement. As such, Vinyl's enslavement was delayed, but now the more she thought about it, the more that Octavia had been secretly pining to watch the love of her life join her in the blissful pleasure of being her Master's sex slaves together.

Her memories went back to that day that she had been completely inducted into her Master's harem. That blissful night when she had been claimed completely by her Master, how she and Sweet Melody would play Sapphire's magic to an audience to instil them with a lust and craving for sex and depravity. She remembered seeing Rarity, as if for the first time, recognising her true beauty. Not merely as beautiful but as beyond what any mare could be, like she was divine. Speaking of divinity, she remembered Luna welcoming her to the strip club, revealing her true title as the Slutprincess of Whores and her promise to Octavia.

'The whores of the night are our cherished children. They alone break the eerie silence of night and replace the loneliness with their screams and lust. Now that we welcome you to our number, please know that should you ever pray to us, we will answer.'

It had been a strange revelation, to find out that Luna was not merely the Princess of the Night, but also the Slutprincess of Whores. Stranger still to find out how dedicated she was to serving her followers. Perhaps now it would be time to see if Luna would make good on her promise. Perhaps it was time to pray to the Slutprincess of Whores, like she would have once prayed to Celestia.

Although when praying to the Slutprincess of Whores, Octavia suspected it would be a little different to a normal prayer. She laid back on her bed, and hoped that Vinyl wouldn't be back for a while so she wouldn't be able to realise what she was about to do. Luna might not have given Octavia any instructions, but she imagined it couldn't be any different than praying to her Master.

Octavia started by stripping naked, baring the body that belonged solely to her Master Spike. She shuffled onto the bed, fluffing the pillows to allow her head to rest, and allowed her hands to explore her body, her left groping one mammoth grey tit in her hands, always a pleasant sensation, not least of all because they had gotten more sensitive as they had gotten bigger. Her right hand, meanwhile, started to rub her clit, and it wasn't long until she could get a steady stream of cum leaking out.

Moans started to escape her lips, she made no effort to hide them. She started to imagine Luna in her mind's eye, particularly the Slutprincess's glorious ass, huge, round and so perfectly shaped. The envy of all mortal mares, just like how Celestia's tits were the envy of all mares, (except the Diamond, of course). Words seemed to drift into Octavia's head as if they had been whispered in her ear, taking the form of a lewd prayer, and she allowed them to be spoken in her voice.

"Hear me, mighty and perverted Luna. Hear me, Slutprincess of Whores, of strippers and of all who fuck in the night. I pray." Ecstasy, both sexual and religious, started to flow through her veins. Like two snakes curling around her limbs and drawing her further into lust. "O perverted one who watches over all who sell their bodies, please hear my call. Your whore needs your help, your aid."

She could feel her fingers increase now, as if they were driven by a **** beyond her own will. Like any **** in Spike's harem, Octavia was eager to embrace the chance to let her body be taken by another. The slaves of Spike's horde did not fear for the loss of their free will, rather they embraced it. "I need your help, o Slutprincess of Whores. I need your help to help expand our Master's horde, and to fight against the prudishness that stands in his way."

She swallowed, hesitating for the first time. Hesitating only to try and best consider how best she should word her request. How best to explain both how **** she was to lead her wife in joining the thrill of being a **** in the harem and also how she believed from the bottom of her heart that it would be best for her Master Spike, that it would make his harem all the better and that her wife Vinyl was fun, beautiful, and had such a sexy ass that she was sure would look even better with her Master's dick thrusting into it.

"My wife, Vinyl Scratch, has yet to see the light of our Master. She still blunders in ignorance and prudishness. Today I… I tried to convince her of the virtue of your lifestyle. Of being a whore and fucking for the entertainment of others under your starry sky. But she resists and hesitates, and I am unsure of how to convince her." Octavia began, her voice still lustful and horny, but now containing hesitation as she worried that she was perhaps prejudicing Vinyl against Luna. She did not want to make her wife seem unworthy of joining Spike's harem. Octavia still loved her after all.

"But I know that Vinyl has promise. She has a sexy body that I have spent many a night masturbating to. Her work as a DJ has the potential to spread his gospel and emotions with enchanted, perverted music. Her coat is as white as snow, her body sculpted like a perfect bottom heavy hourglass figure with such a sexy huge ass. I only wish that it could be filled with our Master's dragon dick and used for his pleasure. Hear me Slutprincess of Whores, I pray!" Octavia cried out as she felt the shudder of an orgasm ripple through her whole body, knocking her back on the bed. Soon, she found herself sleepy and her eyes began to drift shut.

"My child, that was quite the prayer."

Octavia's eyes awakened, but when she did so she did not find herself in her bedroom but instead drifting on magic and clouds. An aurora of dark lights filtered the sky and Octavia found herself standing on nothing as she walked. Some part of her knew she was dreaming, yet her mind was sharper and clearer than in any dream that Octavia had ever had before. And it wasn't hard to see why. Not when she saw the pony before her.

"Well, my dear whore. Consider your prayers answered."

A/N: It was neck and neck for a while there, and in truth I wasn't sure who was going to win. But in the end, Vinyl barely squeaked out a win. I've come up with this prayer to Luna premise, but I'm open to new ideas of how Luna will work with Octavia to corrupt Vinyl.