A Work In Progress

"Oh, yes!" Octavia screamed out as Vinyl worked her magic down below. The white pony had her head firmly planted between Octavia's thighs. She was pumping her horn in and out of her lover. It wasn't Octavia's favorite activity but Vinyl really seemed to get off on doing it. It wasn't unpleasant either, simply not Octavia's favorite so she tolerated it. There were certain concerns when it came to horning though, such as ripping which is why extreme caution had to be used. After years of being together Octavia no longer worried about that, though. She trusted Vinyl. Octavia squirmed and she screamed out again, as good as she was feeling at that moment she knew the best was coming up.

Vinyl began using her magic to pleasure Octavia as well. The magic expanded her vaginal walls giving her a feeling of fullness. "Ooooooooooh!" left Octavia's lips. Two of her hoofs went to Vinyl's mane and she pushed her towards her crotch more. At the same moment Vinyl let the magic explode sending magical energy through Octavia's core. Wave after wave of energy traveled through Octavia's tight hole. It didn't lake long for her to reach her climax after that.

When it hit she began screaming her lover's name over and over again. She knew Vinyl loved hearing her cry her name while she was in bliss. Octavia squirmed and moaned, reduced to a shrieking, sweaty mess. Her walls convulsed around Vinyl's horn and some of her juices leaked down onto it. When her muscles relaxed Vinyl pulled herself out of Octavia with a grin. "Heh." Was all the DJ had to say.

Octavia crawled towards Vinyl. She placed a hoof on each of her shoulders and pushed her down, falling on top of her. Gray met white in a soft kiss. They locked lips several times and slowly their kiss grew more passionate. Soon enough their tongues were fighting for dominance. Octavia won out, pushing her tongue into Vinyl's mouth. She explored Vinyl's mouth, leaving no corner unexplored. When finally they pulled apart for oxygen the smiled at each other. A calm moment amid all the passion. It reminded both of them why they loved the other. Then their hormones snapped them back to reality.

"I think this time it's my turn to choose." Octavia stated it as a fact, leaving no room for Argument.

Vinyl didn't mind she simply responded with "Yeah, I guess it is." and a nod.

Octavia sat back up and Vinyl copied her. The cellist's hoofs made their way behind Vinyl and she used Vinyl as leverage to scooch closer.Spreading their legs and tangling their limbs in just the proper way they brought their bodies together. Their pussies too. They raised their hips, pushing their labias together so that their pussies could rub against each other, They awkwardly rubbed together, trying to find that sweet spot to make their clits meet. When they found it they both gasped at the same time, the gasp being followed by a grin as the real fun was about to begin.

They found a good rhythm to grind their hips to. It wasn't very hard considering they were both, essentially, musicians. Making love, for them, was like a song. It had it's rhythm, it's climax, even a chorus and they both considered themselves exceptionally good at what they did. They were definitely feeling good at the moment, at the very least. They forced the nether lips against the others, Using their forelegs to hold themselves upright they locked themselves together and started to grind each other faster. With one final, intense grind their clits met one final time

They exploded, each spraying juices onto the other. Their heads were tilted back as they enjoyed the convulsing of their pussies and each could feel the other's jewel throbbing against the others. Octavia's forelegs gave out, her mind was numb, this being her second orgasm in a short time. Her back hit the bed and a sigh of relief escaped her. She didn't bother to look up again, choosing to lay there and pant instead. She felt Vinyl pull away, reclaiming her limbs as her own.

Vinyl crawled next to Octavia and the cellist wrapped her hooves around the DJ, pulling the white mare against her. Octavia nuzzled her muzzle into Vinyl's mane, which was even more wild than usual, which was something that was hard to achieve.  They lay in silence, losing track of time, content to be near the other.

They both glanced towards the night stand then back to each other with a smile. They were celebrating something on that particular night, which is what made something that would have once been considered an average night into an extremely special one. Tonight marked one year since Vinyl had decided to become sober. It had been tough, it had been a struggle but in the end she had conquered her addictions. Octavia was so proud of her. She kissed the white mare's forehead before sliding herself away.

"Where you going?" Vinyl asked.

"To the bathroom, I'll be right back, love." Octavia replied with a coy smile.

Down the hall Octavia made her way to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her as fast as she could. Her hoofs were shaking, she'd managed to keep it together up until that point. She was getting desperate though. She pulled the drawer open, quickly reaching in for a generic bottle of Tylenol. She popped it open with her teeth, some of the pills scattering out onto the counter. She cried out, desperately reaching for them. Unfortunately some of them still fell into the drain. She was trying to get them, she knew she couldn't but she tried anyway, desperate to fit her hoof into the drain. Then her mind snapped back to what was important again. She picked up two or three of the pills and swallowed them and immediately she felt herself calm down. She sat down, by the tub letting the pills take effect.

Octavia sighed, then jumped a knock at the door having startled her.

"You okay in there 'Tavi? It's been a while." Vinyl didn't seem too worried, more curious than anything. A relief to Octavia that her marefriend suspected nothing.

"Y-yes, no worries. I'll be out in a moment." Octavia called back, trying to keep her voice as level as possible.

She heard Vinyl's footsteps echo down the hall, signaling that she'd left the door. Then once again, as it did every night, the realization of what Octavia had done crashed over her and she began to sob.