Rainbow Dash’s 10/10 Top Tier Cock
Chapter Four: Classy Cocksucker
-by Drace Domino

The sound of the music room door opening was followed almost immediately by a labored groan. Standing in the doorway was none other than Octavia, looking as refined and cultured as ever, carrying her violin case in one hand and a book with sheet music in the other. The groan she offered was just about the most unmelodic thing about her, and the reason she offered it was staring back at her from deeper inside the room.

“...I thought you had gone home for the day.” The dark-haired girl glared at the cocky, blue-skinned brat sitting back in a chair and plucking away at the strings of an electric guitar. Rainbow Dash didn’t seem to be doing anything in particular other than leaning back and tuning her instrument, and yet Octavia was instantly put on edge by her presence. “Will you be here long? I was hoping to practice for my recital.”

“Go ahead and practice, Octavia! I won’t get in your way.” Rainbow Dash gave the girl a lazy smile as she leaned back in her seat, teasing again at the strings of her guitar. Aside from the two of them the music room at CHS was completely empty; something that only made the situation a bit more tense for Octavia. Rainbow Dash certainly didn’t seem to mind it, though, and let her voice drift forward in a casual tone to help put her concerns to ease. “I don’t really need the practice, after all. I’m already pretty awesome. Did you hear that the Rainbooms have a gig booked for the school dance?!”

“...I suppose childish ‘popular’ music has its place among the public.” Octavia scowled, and gently closed the door as she stepped inside. As she moved to her preferred spot in the room - what she had decided was the perfect spot for acoustics - she gave the other girl a passing glance with even a slight lift of her nose. It wasn’t that she thought she was better than Rainbow Dash, but...she was certainly more serious than her when it came to music. “If the Rainbooms’ melodies happen to encourage other students to try their hand at the art, then all the better. I never would have suspected Trixie for a budding musician, but her desire to compete with you certainly pushed her into it.”

“Yeah, we’re pretty inspiring.” Rainbow Dash chuckled in response, glossing over the fact that the only reason Trixie had ever laid hands on a guitar was in the hopes of shoving her great and powerful talent down Rainbow Dash’s throat. Not that it had turned out that way. “When’s your recital, ‘Tavia? Want me to come and watch it like I did last ti-”

“Absolutely not!” Octavia suddenly snapped in response, spinning on a heel and glaring daggers at Rainbow Dash. The mere memory forced her to tighten her grasp around her violin case and her sheet music, not to mention forced a heavy blush across her classy, gray features. “If you think I’d be so crazy to let you in the front door after what you pulled last ti--” She took a deep and steady breath, trying to collect her nerves and keep her patience. Ultimately, it was a failed attempt. “--do you have any idea how close we came to getting caught?! What it would have meant for my future career if we did?! I can’t believe I went along with it! I can’t believe you just...just...took it out like that!”

“Heh, yeah, it was pretty great.” Rainbow Dash beamed from ear to ear, and slapped a hand casually against the frame of her guitar. Even now she was wearing her tightest athletic shorts and sporting the outline of an impressive cock that Octavia had already become familiar with in the past. This was no dressing room at the town’s community center like the last time, and there wasn’t a crowd of people outside waiting for the prodigy violin expert to finish getting fucked so she could begin her recital, but Octavia looked just as good. Slim and cute in that prissy way of hers; wrapped in what had to be the lamest purple and white dress at CHS yet somehow looking good in it. There was no doubt that she was the classiest and most cultured girl in school, but Rainbow Dash couldn’t help but think about a few months ago when Octavia was anything but. “It all turned out just fine. Personally? I think it relaxed you. Loosened you up a bit! Maybe even put a little ‘awesome’ in your performance!”

“If by ‘awesome’ you mean the fact that I could feel your cum leaking into my panties the entire time I pla--” Octavia tensed up and clenched her teeth, brow furrowed in irritation. She should’ve known the kind of smirk that was going to earn from Rainbow Dash, and sure enough the other girl didn’t disappoint. “Nevermind. I performed well that evening because I practice three hours every night, one hour in the morning, and one hour after class. It was not because you just happened to push some of your...goo inside of me.”

“Maybe it was a little bit of both.” Rainbow Dash grinned and hopped up to her feet, setting her guitar aside as she approached. She could already tell that Octavia wanted to be left alone, but that had never really mattered much to her. In the eyes of Rainbow Dash, this whole damned school could do with a little lightening up. More Pinkie Pies and fewer Maud Pies. Octavia wasn’t the biggest stick in the mud at CHS, but she was close. And she was definitely the prettiest...at least in that particular moment. Rainbow Dash stepped up to stand beside the girl’s chair, and her hands dropped down to reach for the sheet music. It might as well have been Greek to a self-taught talent like Rainbow Dash, yet she still flipped through it as if she understood every note. “Yeah, yeah. That’s good. This’ll put your skills to the test for sure. Who are you trying to impress, ‘Tavia? You know the grand symphony isn’t coming to a small town like this. Gotta admire the effort, though!”

“...those are my warm-up sheets,” came the other girl’s response, and she moved a hand up to snatch the notes from the other girl’s hands. She gave Rainbow Dash a flat look that made it clear she wasn’t buying her nonsense, that if there was one thing Octavia could call bluffs on it was faked musical knowledge. Rainbow Dash might have had plenty of raw talent, but she lacked the discipline, the studious nature, the focused precision of the immensely skilled young woman. Octavia kept her violin in its case for the moment, arching a brow as she gazed towards the other woman and patiently tapped her foot to wait for her to leave. “May I begin my practice now? Your other friends aren’t hiding somewhere, are they? The last time Pinkie ‘surprised’ me I was cleaning cupcake icing off of my cello all night.”

“And the last time I surprised you, you were cleaning icing out of your panties all ni-” Rainbow Dash didn’t finish her thought, instead merely tilting her head as she looked to the other girl. “Hey ‘Tavia, what’s wrong? You got a headache or something?”

Because quite obviously, that could be the only reason the girl was pinching the bridge of her nose and pressing her face into her palm.

“...yes, Rainbow Dash. I have a headache.” Her voice was only barely restraining the irritation that was bubbling over to the surface. The frustration. The annoyance. Rainbow Dash was a fine young woman but an acquired taste, and absolutely not a girl that was perfectly fine tossed into any moment of one’s life. Two days before one of the biggest recitals of her life occupying the only room with decent acoustics for a country mile was certainly not the time or the place for her antics. Octavia finally looked up from her palm to the cocky young woman, and spoke out in a blunt fashion that even left Rainbow Dash surprised. “Lock the door and get your shorts off, but I expect you to leave when we’re finished.”

Rainbow Dash had to admit she was surprised, but not terribly so. Octavia was a girl with focus and drive, and she didn’t like playing around with nonsense like flirting. If their evening was going to end with her becoming a wet and happy mess, she’d obviously just like to get that part over and done with so she could focus on everything else. Rainbow Dash made her way to the door to lock it just as she was told, though while she was over there she lingered for a bit, looking back at the other girl with a slightly concerned expression. Slightly.

“You’re sure?” she asked, and stuffed her hands into her pockets as she began walking back. “I mean, I ain’t trying to pressure you or anything. If I wanted to do that, I’d just show you my dick and then we’d go from there once you decide you gotta have it.”

...it was how they first ended up having sex, after all. Despite the slight awkwardness of the offer, Octavia seemed resolute. She had already tucked her sheet music back into the folder and set her violin case down on the floor, just as she stood up and straightened her hands down the front of her dress. Once Rainbow Dash locked the door Octavia began to move down to her knees, giving Dash the perfect spot to walk up towards and offer her lap.

“You’re clearly bored and looking to have someone give you a good time,” Octavia began simply, and gently huffed as if she was being terribly put out by that fact. “And I will admit, with the stress of practicing for my recital I am a...bit tense. I would probably enjoy a chance to let my hair down a bit, and this is a much more appropriate location than last time.” A high school music room was hardly the most fitting spot for a horny tryst, but...at least there was no audience a few doors down this time around.

“Heh! Sounds great! Who says nerds like you don’t know how to have fun?!” Rainbow Dash grinned as she moved right into position before Octavia, her thumbs hitching against the waistband of her shorts. As she began to tug them down the other girl gave an exasperated sigh, rolling her eyes as she offered a labored response to the cocky young woman.

“You did. It was the title of your research project last month. You even mentioned me by name...in...the ti...tle…” her words drew softer and more awestruck as the seconds passed, for Rainbow Dash’s amazing cock was exposed before her. As soon as the shorts were pulled away any touch of hesitation within Octavia was immediately stripped away, and her eyes went wide as she took in that glorious image before her. Beautiful, bold, and blue...just as she remembered it from a few months ago. She was every bit as hungry for it as she was that first time she laid eyes to it, and Octavia’s hands swiftly darted forward to embrace what was effectively an old, close friend. With one hand scooping underneath Dash’s balls and the other guiding the girl’s shaft, Octavia pressed her face down against Rainbow Dash’s lap and fawned over it fondly, turning her head from side to side and letting every inch of it brush across her soft gray cheeks. “Oh my...I forgot just how lovely it is. How...how such a brute like you can have something so...flawless…”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Rainbow Dash smiled, a toothy grin plastered across her face. “It sure missed you, ‘Tavia. You have any idea how many times in music class where I sit back watching you play the clarinet, wishing it was my cock?”

The clarinet. The oboe. The flute. There were plenty of phallic instruments that Dash had watched Octavia put her skilled lips to. Finally getting her cock sucked in the music room by the school’s best musician was the culmination of a long-fostered desire. The perfect girl in the perfect place. It was just like when she railed Photo Finish in the darkroom!

The praise Rainbow Dash offered to Octavia fell on deaf ears - not because the musician wasn’t willing to listen, but because she was completely enthralled by the sight of Rainbow Dash’s length. She was still squeezing it against one of her cheeks and feeling the rhythm of the other girl’s heartbeat through that meaty pole pressed against her, savoring the metronome-like pulse. Her eyes closed and she could practically picture a melody to go along with the other girl’s throbbing, a ballad for the best, most glorious dick at CHS. When her attention finally returned Octavia didn’t even bother trying to talk to Rainbow Dash, it had never seemed particularly necessary or worth the effort in the past. Especially when that plump blue member was so much more rewarding for the efforts of her mouth. Wordlessly Octavia pressed her lips to Rainbow Dash’s tip and slowly started to slip her mouth down those azure inches, her tongue going flat and sliding underneath the girl’s tip. As she worked her way down Octavia’s charming eyes gazed up at Dash from below, the perfect image of a cultured girl eagerly going to town on a classless cock.

Rainbow Dash merely beamed, and threaded her fingers into Octavia’s hair to help the girl out. The musician had asked for this moment, and the sight of Dash’s dick had locked in the decision beyond all questioning. Clearly Octavia had her own plans and desires for what to do with it, and so Dash was willing to let her control the pace for now. She didn’t push at Octavia’s head or pull at her hair while the other girl worked her way down her cock, slurping and sucking all the while as her fingers cradled the heavy balls underneath. She was fawning over them softly, carefully, using the precise fingering one would expect of a concert performer like her.

“That’s it, ‘Tavia...fuck, you’re so pretty with my dick going down your throat,” Dash hissed as she pushed her hips forward, squeezing another few inches forward. She could tell that she managed to push into the barrier she had just mentioned, both from the sudden way Octavia’s eyes widened and by the enhanced compression against the tip of her cock. Octavia’s tongue had long since stopped being able to reach that sensitive tip, but now it stuck out from where it was positioned at Dash’s midpoint, wiggling forward in an attempt to get a tiny taste of her balls. All the while her eyes stared up at Dash with a firmly enchanted gaze - the same look of abject, undeniable pleasure that all the girls lucky enough to suck off CHS’ star athlete wore. Sunset Shimmer, Rarity, Applejack, Vice Principal Luna...it didn’t much matter. If it had a pussy and was under the same roof, it just loved the taste of Rainbow Dash’s dick!

“Deeper. C’mon, ‘Tavia, I know you can do deeper.” Dash grinned, finally seizing control by slipping her hands to the back of the other girl’s head. She held her firmly in place as her hips shoved ahead, and she forced her dick another two inches down into Octavia’s mouth. The girl was truly deepthroating her now, complete with a tiny bulge at the front of her throat. Good thing she wasn’t a singer, otherwise the sore throat would certainly made her recital go a little less than perfect in two days! Rainbow Dash kept pushing ahead and Octavia just kept handling it, managing to fit all of the other girl down her throat until at long last Dash hit the base. Her blue balls pressed to Octavia’s chin, her muscles tightened and quivered in pleasure, and Rainbow Dash was left gasping and staggered, her prick pulsing against warm, wet walls from seemingly all angles.

“F...Fuck...don’t know how...how you can handle it…” Rainbow Dash shuddered, arguably having a harder time keeping her cool during the deepthroating session as the girl putting her mouth on the line. “You still okay down there? Let me know when you need to come up for air!”

What she reserved in response was a simple gesture, and perhaps a bit more casual that what one would expect from a refined young lady like Octavia. A simple thumbs up - she was quite content to kneel there on the floor with Dash’s cock shoved down her throat, feeling it pulse against her walls and letting the thick, heavy taste saturate every inch of her mouth. Just as she did with the skillful fingers that even now still teased Dash’s balls, Octavia relied on her skill as a musician. Controlled breathing. Patience as she waited for the opportunity to claim another gasp. Focus. A natural durability of the throat and vocal chords. Octavia’s prodigious talents didn’t merely extend to playing the violin, after all! Rainbow Dash’s glorious cock was just yet another instrument that the girl could master with a bit of practice. Hell, she had only sucked on it twice in her life so far, and she was already one of the best.

When Octavia moved, it wasn’t to escape or pull her head away. Rainbow Dash had long since stopped holding her head, and she was afforded free range should she need to accommodate for comfort. Instead, she rolled her head from side to side, pressed her nose against Rainbow Dash’s lap, curved her tongue as much as she was able...anything to keep that prick down her throat pulsing and trembling. There was a strain to be sure; even with her skills she was feeling that enormous cock bulge her throat and put pressure on her muscles, but she didn’t choke. She didn’t gag. Her eyes didn’t even water. She kept playing Dash’s instrument with expert grace and true class, all while massaging her balls and staring up at her with rich, beautiful purple eyes.

“D-Damn, Octavia, I...hnnnn, I can’t...can’t hold on, I--” Rainbow Dash sounded almost worried in that moment, pleasure erupting through her body and goosebumps forming on her arms. Her eyes went all the wider as she started to surge with pleasure, and she suddenly did something she never thought she’d do - be the first one to pull her cock out of a girl’s throat. She couldn’t help it! Octavia was clearly determined to take every last drop straight down her gullet, but in a moment of brief clarity Rainbow Dash was a bit concerned she might hurt her. Taking her massive cock straight down into her tender throat was one thing, but the inevitable torrent of cream that was rushing forward? It’d be a little harder for Octavia to manage it, no matter how enthralled she was by that top tier dick.

Besides, as Rainbow Dash pulled her rod free from Octavia’s throat she ended up landing the squirting tip of her dick someplace a bit more accommodating - her mouth. The first shot of hot cum came just as Rainbow Dash’s tip found Octavia’s tongue again, firmly planted within the girl’s mouth. Octavia herself let her hands lunge forward to lock around the rest of Dash’s spit-soaked length, squeezing and tugging and making sure she didn’t get any further. The athlete might have stolen that glorious blue dick away from the depths of her throat, but she sure wouldn’t rob the musician of that gooey, delicious treat to gobble down after!

Rainbow Dash twitched and moaned as Octavia absolutely drained her cock, sucking, squeezing, pumping, and letting her tongue dash back and forth over that spasming tip. As the torrents of cream rushed forward Octavia swallowed them all in patient measure, once more relying on talents she had learned as a musician. Her lips and tongue were busy but her throat gulped down load after load without halt or pause, and she savored the warm, soothing nectar that coated the inside of her throat the entire way down. Despite her arrogant style and her cocky attitude Rainbow Dash looked every bit the one on the defensive in that moment, riddled with goosebumps, trembling with butterflies in her stomach, and left with a cock that had just gotten one of the best sucks it ever felt.

And most impressive of all, Octavia did it all without spilling a drop. There was no cum oozing from the corners of her lips, no long threads that hung from Dash’s shaft. Hell, her cheeks didn’t even have any spit on them! Cultured, classy, and precise. Octavia was a skilled and tidy suck, that much was certain. And yet...Rainbow Dash found herself wondering...just where was the fun in that?

“That...that was a hell of a clean blowjob, ‘Tavia.” Rainbow Dash smiled, genuinely impressed at the other girl’s ability to deepthroat her so effectively and so neatly. She was still twitching in aftershocks of pleasure, and Octavia’s tongue was still cradling her tip on her tongue to keep that oozing goo on track down her throat. Rainbow Dash’s smile intensified all the further as she quirked a slender brow, and let one of her hands tease playful fingers down the side of Octavia’s long, dark hair. “There’s only...one problem.”

Octavia, still with her mouth completely occupied, didn’t take Dash out of her mouth to respond. She only raised an eyebrow in an inquisitive fashion, gazing at her friend curiously. The smirk Rainbow Dash wore was enormous, far too large to suggest she was planning anything other than a deviously naughty moment of lust.

“I’d really, really like to fuck you,” she admitted, and even gave a tiny shrug as if her hands were tied on the matter. “But you just look so neat and lean. So classy! I’d be afraid if we had sex, I’d ruin how tidy you look. I mean...I just couldn’t bend a girl as pretty as you over and fuck her. I’d get you all sweaty and dirty! If only you were...messier. Then I wouldn’t feel bad about it!”

Octavia read the girl’s meaning quite clearly, and in an hour or so she’d most likely grumble at Rainbow Dash about what a mess she’d soon end up as. For now, however, the path ahead was clear. If she wanted Rainbow Dash’s cock inside of her, which she absolutely did, she had to ruin all the hard work she had put forth in sucking her down without a misplaced drop. There was no point in being neat and tidy when your partner was a thick-cocked soccer player that didn’t know the meaning of the word “fancy.”

With little other choice, and with a growing heat and wetness between her thighs, Octavia pulled Rainbow Dash’s tip from her flawless, smooth lips. Even now, Octavia was the picture of beauty without a hair out of place, looking as refined as ever. No one would possibly be able to glance at her and guess that she was nursing a belly full of a copious amount of cum, or that her kiss would taste exactly like the biggest dick at CHS. Conversely, Rainbow Dash’s member was a mess. Spit-soaked, glistening in her own cum, still wet from the depths of Octavia’s throat and oozing a bit of white from the tip.

“...for heaven’s sakes, you’re such a brute,” Octavia grumbled, but followed her words by doing exactly what was required of her. If only messy girls got fucked, then she could certainly learn to be one of them. Her eyes closed as she pressed her face forward, forcing it against Dash’s cock and using it as a wet magic marker across her flesh. A gasp came from both girls as Octavia affectionately smeared Dash’s length across her cheeks, eyes, and forehead - from the slippery shaft that was coated in her own dense spit to the tip that squeezed out a few wet lines to run across her face in long, sweeping strokes.

The entire time, Rainbow Dash just leaned back delighting in it. There was a deep and visceral joy that came with seeing a girl, especially a fancypants like Octavia, make an absolute mess of herself with a soaked, slippery cock. The joy was magnified all the more with the knowledge that she doing it specifically so she could earn the right to get fucked. By the time Octavia was finished her face looked anything but classy, but she still looked as pretty as they came. Glistening gray skin, a heavy blush, and ribbons of wetness that attached her lips and cheeks to that throbbing member. When she was finished, Octavia opened one eye - since the other was too wet to allow it - and she spoke in a poised tone that absolutely betrayed the way she looked.

“Is this enough?” she huffed, and squeezed Rainbow Dash’s length again. “Surely I’m enough of a mess by now!”

If it had been Sunset Shimmer, Rainbow Dash would have made her open up and spit in her mouth once or twice for good measure. Buuuuut...she liked Octavia. And that was just a bit of overkill reserved for the baddest bitches that deserved that kind of treatment. And Octavia, especially after that display, deserved one hell of an orgasm.

“...you’re going to have so much cum in your panties during the walk home.” Rainbow Dash giggled wildly, and suddenly moved to sweep up her messy deepthroat pal.

***

Mere moments later, the music room was filled with the sound of Octavia’s voice. The girl wasn’t traditionally known for being a singer, but there was nothing a good, hard fuck from Rainbow Dash couldn’t milk from a girl. As Octavia’s voice rose and fell with every heavy push forward, Rainbow Dash beamed wide, slamming her hips back and forth with every bit of weight she could manage.

She was fucking the girl while they both stood up, Octavia bracing her hands on a music sheet stand while Rainbow Dash held up one of her legs by the thigh. She had stripped the musician down in record time, leaving her wearing nothing but the knee high white socks she always wore and the mess of spit and cum she had smeared across her own face. Every push forward from Dash made the music stand squeak almost as loud as Octavia herself, and the star athlete grinned as she pressed against the other woman as much as she was able, nipping at the back of her ear in hungry, excited fashion.

“Hope this’ll help you with your recital stress, ‘Tavia!” She beamed, and the room was filled with a series of wet, hot noises as she rapidly plunged her cock in and out of the musician’s slit. “When you’re done, we should do this again! Or maybe I can just come by and we can have some fun before you go on stage!”

It was, beyond a shadow of a doubt, the last thing Octavia would have asked for a half hour ago. Now her tune was completely changed, and her voice filled the music room with a pleading, desperate noise.

“Oh, yes, please!” she practically sang, gazing back at Rainbow Dash and reaching a hand for the girl’s head. She managed to pull her in for a few hot, hungry kisses - spreading the nectar that glazed her own cheeks to Dash’s as she did so. She screamed in sudden bliss as Dash’s cock plunged particularly deep within her, and her begging cry followed right against the other girl’s mouth. “My...my recital is at three! If you stop by at two, you...you can fuck me silly while everyone is being seated!”

“I’ll be there at one!” Dash responded, tightened her hand against the underside of Octavia’s thigh, and began to pick up the pace. Faster and faster she slammed forward, inspired by the knowledge that she’d get to fuck this incredibly classy girl in just a few days time. The last time she banged Octavia backstage had been an unexpected delight and a bit of a rush job, but in a few days she was going to get the chance to take her time with it! Octavia would either be the most relaxed she’s ever been and give the recital of her life...or be too sore, tired, and filled with cum to drag herself on stage.

Either way, it’d be a hell of a concert for Rainbow Dash!

It didn’t take much longer of thinking about that moment, combined with the tight grip of the musician’s pussy for Dash to finally hit her peak. She joined Octavia in a joyful cry as the two girls climaxed together, and that thick, blue pole began to spasm and twitch against the tight wrap of Octavia’s hole. Her cum rushed forward once more and this time it was far from the tidy affair of the deepthroat - creampieing Octavia was a wet, messy, and sloppy affair that both women absolutely relished. It dripped to the carpet, slipped down the thigh of the leg she was standing on, and when Dash pulled her cock out Octavia had to slip a hand underneath her pussy to avoid making too much of a mess in the school music room.

By the time they were finished both girls were marked with sweat, though Rainbow Dash definitely looked cleaner. She was slipping into her athletic shorts once more, tucking her cock back down the front and pondering if she could squeeze in a visit with Sunset Shimmer before she made her way home. As she did so, she cast a gaze over to Octavia, who stood shirtless and slipping her panties up along her legs.

“...how’s it feel?” Rainbow Dash couldn’t help but ask her in teasing fashion, licking her lips and watching as the girl’s dark purple underwear almost instantly went wet from the white runoff within. “Relaxing?”

“...squishy,” Octavia murmured with a blush on her cheeks, but nodded all the same. She was busy slipping into her skirt and shirt once more by the time she finally added a second thought to her comment, idly nibbling on her bottom lip as she did so. “But yes. Relaxing. I will...make arrangements for you to be let backstage during the recital.”

“Great!” Rainbow Dash hopped over, and gave the girl a kiss on her sloppy, messy cheek. What were a few spit and cum threads between friends? Dash was almost ready to bounce away and get Sunset Shimmer to suck the fancy taste off her dick, until another thought popped into her mind. Suddenly she looked a bit concerned, and scrunched up her nose as she gazed back at Octavia. “...I don’t have to stay for the actual recital, do I?”

Only one of the girls in the room had any class, and it sure wasn’t the one sporting ten blue inches.

End of Chapter Four.

Author's Note

Octavia is pretty spicy. Like...she looks all refined and classy, but y'know...she's into freaky shit. Especially when there's a magic dick in the picture.

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