The nose knows what the nozzle knows

by Hipster Pony Raven Horn

Rating: mature
Tags: Octavia, Random, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance
Length: 1352

A secret room, with secret desires and secret lives. Octavia's underground is exposed

Octavia is one of the more eccentric mares, at least among those who still present a respectable appearance. Though she appears to be respectable, she always seemed a bit... off. With her being friends with that uncouth Vinyl Scratch, and her secretive lifestyle, many of the Canterlot ponies who thrived on gossip found her unsettling. If they only knew the real reason she never looked for a colt friend...

WARNING! This fic involves Octavia with a rather interesting relationship with a fuel nozzle and hose. I blame both Scramjet, the OC of SweetieMod of Sweetie Bot Replies, and Krass McWriter of Fimfic for the existence of this fic. You both were there at the right time, exerting the right pressure in the right spots, and this nuclear blast is the result of it all.

Enjoy I suppose?

Published 2013-06-27 03:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-06-27 03:10:01 UTC

Hosing off and testing the Nozzle

‘I’ll catch you up in a bit, I have… matters to attend to first,’ Octavia said, casually walking around her house locking the doors.

‘Are you sure? Tavi, I know the festival runs all day but…’ Vinyl’s tinny voice rang through the ear piece.

‘Vinyl, I’ll be fine. If I miss a few acts it’s not a problem. I’ll catch you up,’ Octavia replied, a slight irritation ringing in the tone. ‘I have certain matters to attend to. We’ll still be able to hang out, and you’ll still be able to try and impress me by proving to me how many fried corncobs you can eat before getting sick.’

‘Hey, that was just once. I-’

‘Vinyl don’t worry. Trust me, when have I ever let you down?’ Octavia smirked, though she knew her friend wouldn’t be able to see her. For a moment there was silence on the phone while Octavia pulled down the shades.

‘Well… fine. I’ll see you later. Just try not to be too late. I want to spend as much time with you before I have to go back to Ponyville.’ Vinyl’s voice was layered with hurt and plea.

‘Yes, of course Vinyl. I’ll see you there,’ Octavia said, chuckling a bit. The two friends said their goodbyes, Octavia turning off her phone afterwards. She didn’t want to be interrupted. She smiled, placing the phone down and making sure that the surrounding area was carefully sealed from prying eyes. The grey mare walked over to a panel, bringing her eye close and speaking very clearly. ‘I am ready for a good time.’

The wall near the panel shuddered a bit before sliding open, revealing a downwards staircase. Octavia smiled, licking her lips a bit before entering. With each step the anticipation in her grew, making her shudder with excitement. The rhythmic sound of her hooves on the hard stairs echoed, lights flickering on to illuminate her way. Down the stairs, into a small hallway with only a single door at the end.

‘Oh… I’m going to enjoy this,’ Octavia said, a slight note quavering in her voice. She slowly opened the door, and there was her prize. Hanging on the wall was a long hose, with a fuelling nozzle attached to the end. What was most unusual about this nozzle was that there didn’t appear to be any grip to start the flow. Octavia giggled, grabbing the hose and laying down with it.

To her it was a thing of beauty, this whole room was a thing of beauty. Not really by most pony standards, being bare other than the hose. But to Octavia it was safety, away from prying eyes who might look down upon her if they found out. The one place she felt truly, completely and wholly comfortable. Her breathing started to increase, there with the hose laying across her, the nozzle mere inches away from her nose. It was maddening, and yet she wouldn’t want it any other way.

She squirmed, shifting the hose with her legs. It fell right into that sweet spot between her legs. Her breathing jumped a bit when it found the spot. It always did, she couldn’t really help it. It all just felt too pleasurable for her to contain. But she couldn’t rush it, as much as she wanted to get to her favourite part she knew she’d be disappointed if she sped things along. More squirming, sensations shooting through her body. She was built to feel, she just knew it. The pleasure of the rubbing, she was certain it shouldn’t be ordinary.

The moments seemed to slow down, her impatience grew but she had to. Quiet pants escaped as the hose continued to rub against her. She couldn’t take any more, she had to act. The nozzle was close, and it smelled so good. She brought it a little closer, the hose sliding behind it. The sensation caused a deep breath of pleasure. She swallowed, eyeing greedily the nozzle. She normally shouldn’t go for it this soon, but she couldn’t help herself. Her tongue extended, touching the tip of the nozzle.

The taste reached her brain. The familiar pleasure from the mixture of metals and oils that lubricated the nozzle at all times caused her to shudder a bit. It had been too long since she was last able to do this, she had to act now. Her tongue explored the tip, inside and outside. Every taste was a pleasure, the smooth surface cool on her tongue. She needed more. Again a shift closer, again the hose rubbed and again she gasped. No more waiting, she slid her mouth along the side of the nozzle, exploring each of the groves with her tongue, the taste from it causing her to shiver.

She broke her mouth away, panting. No, it had to be too soon. She shouldn’t start on it yet. But the smell, the taste, the feel. It was all so overwhelming. She stared at the nozzle, it glistened from her saliva. No, no more waiting. She had to have it all, it was too much. She had to start off small though.

Once again, she put the tip of her tongue on the nozzle, enjoying the pleasure of exploring, before she flattened her tool of choice. It was time, the nozzle slid neatly into Octavia’s waiting mouth. It wasn’t so big, allowing her tongue some movement around the edge. The tip of the nozzle seemed to shrink a bit, making it seem even less intrusive. The taste and the sensation of suckling on the tip was exorbitant. She really needed to do this more often.

But the tip wasn’t the best, so slowly she started to slide the nozzle deeper, suckling on it all the while. The feel of the metal in her mouth, covered with the oils and more equally lubricated with her own saliva caused Octavia to shake slightly. It was just so much, the deeper it slid the deeper she wanted it to go. Deeper, and deeper, holding her mouth open and causing so many sensations to reach her brain at once.

When it had reached maximum depth, Octavia couldn’t help but feel disappointed. Though it was so pleasurable to keep it just there, she liked it better when it moved. Her hooves still holding onto the nozzle, she started to move it. Feeling it slide out was almost as pleasurable as feeling it slide in. Slowly, she pulled it out until it was once again just the tip in her mouth. A flash moment made her wonder if she should take it out entirely, but before she made up her mind she was already sliding it back in. It felt just too good to take out just yet.

The nozzle slid in and out, each time seeming to bring less pleasure than before. Octavia wasn’t satisfied by one speed, it needed to go faster. She started sucking on it more, moving her head along with the nozzle. Faster and faster, it seemed that there’d be no end to the pleasure. Octavia’s eyes rolled in the back of her head from pure ecstasy. It was all so wonderful.

The hose shuddered, once again rubbing her between her legs. She squeaked a bit as a rush of warm, sweet and slightly sticky liquid gushed from the nozzle into her unsuspecting mouth. The sensation, though unexpected, was not unpleasant. She kept the nozzle in her mouth, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of the liquid. She finally came up for air, with the nozzle spurting the last of its liquid over her face.

Octavia lay back, breathing deeply and feeling more satisfied than she had in a long time. Putting a hoof to her face and feeling the sticky liquid she giggled to herself. Putting the hose back on the wall she said to herself, ‘Well, I had better clean up before I go meet Vinyl…’

Author's Note

I... I really have no idea why I wrote this... I kinda feel dirty posting this but... well no regrets.