Octavia, you're a REAL doll!
Double the Tavis, Double the Fun!
I can pinpoint the moment when it first happened. The moment I realized there was a very thin line between love and hate. It was on that fateful day three years ago, that I met Octavia Melody. I was stoked to be entering my high school’s battle of the bands. I remember her calling me “uncouth”, because I insulted her favorite instrument. Call me crazy, but I didn’t think cello music belonged in a battle of the bands event. But she proved me wrong. Her four piece quartet got onstage and blew the roof off the auditorium with their contemporary take on the classics. I knew that day, that moment when she looked out from the stage and locked eyes with mine, that I was smitten. The way she sauntered past me afterwards, flipping her jet black mane arrogantly as she smiled. She knew she had me.
Unfortunately, although we share a love of music, we are born of two different worlds. Which brings me to today and what I’m about to do.
Or who.
I smile as I prance excitedly into my bedroom and glance at the beautiful charcoal mare that is bound and gagged on my bed. Her front legs are tied behind her back with magical restraints and her back legs are spread open, each one tied to my bed posts.
"Tavi." I say softly, striding towards my bed.
Octavia lifts her head groggily, suddenly aware that she is not sound asleep in her own bed anymore. As she begins to realize her predicament, she starts to struggle, trying to break free of the restraints. I watch closely as her body wiggles and writhes, enjoying the view.
"Tavi." I say again, watching as her lovely violet eyes flicker, searching my face for answers.
She moves to speak, then instantly realizes that there is a silk, satin scarf tied tightly around her mouth. This realization ignites her fighting spirit once more and she resumes her struggle against my magical bindings. Watching her move, her smooth muscles flexing as she fights, I begin to feel the heat rise between my own hind legs. I gently reach out to stroke the side of her face. She jerks her head away, and I laugh loudly.
"Oh relax Tavi. I have no interest in hurting you. In fact, I only wanted you to meet my new friend.” I say, grinning sadistically.
Moving to her side, I lift Octavia from the bed, feeling the curve of her body as it’s pressed against me. I make sure she is positioned so that she is now sitting upright; her hooves are still behind her and her legs still splayed lewdly. She blushes as I run my hoof slowly against the inside of her left hind leg. Her body begins to tremble as my hoof inches closer and closer to the prize between her legs. She looks at me, her eyes wide with fear and anticipation of what is next. I grin happily and bounce off the bed, making my way to the closet, opening the door excitedly.
"Hello gorgeous." I say, as I pull something rather large and soft from the floor.
Using my magic, I float the object out into the open, eagerly watching Octavia’s eyes widen. In front of her, on the bed, now sits a life sized “Octavia Melody” replica doll, complete with that adorable pink bowtie she insists on wearing.
"Tavi, have you met my sexy friend Octy?” I say, lifting the doll’s face up to Octavia’s muzzle.
Octavia shakes her head, eyes fixated on the carbon copy before her. I can tell from the look on her face, she is taking in every inch of Octy’s features.
"Oh come now Tavi, isn't she just a doll?" I laugh heartily, at my own lame joke. "She's a sex doll. Don't tell me you've never heard of one?" I ask, crossing my forelegs.
Octavia shakes her head again. I can tell she is still mesmerized by her doll-like self.
"Octy is an extremely expensive sex doll that I ordered online. I customized her to look exactly like a certain slutty little cellist. Would you like to know the best part?" I say, gently tracing my hoof down Octy’s back, sliding it between her flanks. "The best part is that Octy here is one hundred percent anatomically correct." I laugh, spreading Octy’s hind legs. "Not to mention, one hundred percent fully poseable." I add, sitting the doll on my lap.
Octavia’s face goes red as she looks down. I’m loving every minute of her shame.
Let the games begin!
"What's that Octy?" I say softly, "You're horny?" I grin evilly, pulling the doll's face to mine. "Don't worry Octy. I'll fix that. I'll fix you real good." I say, before capturing her lips with my own.
I can hear Octavia gasping on the other side of the bed. I deepen the kiss with Octy, marveling at how life like her skin and fur feels. She even comes equipped with a super soft tongue, which I soon find myself sucking happily on.
My hooves wander down the doll’s body, just below her tummy, searching out her breasts. My eyes close as I squeeze gently, enjoying the feel of them. From the corner of my eye I see Octavia watching closely.
"Tavi!" I call out, breaking my kiss with Octy. "Did you really think I was going to hurt you? Silly! You're only a spectator at this event, so relax and enjoy yourself. I know I will."
I turn my attention back to Octy, as I begin to tug at her sexy little bowtie. I stop to inhale her scent. The doll smells sweet, like a mixture of flowers and fruit. I easily remove the only piece of clothing adorning her beautiful body and slowly begin to trail soft kisses up the curve of her neck. I move from kissing to sucking, wondering if any love marks will be visible on this gorgeous creature.
I look at Octavia and grab the doll’s cheeks between my hooves.
“This one time at band camp...” I mimicked, quoting one of my favorite movies while terribly butchering Octavia’s accent.
Octavia rolls her eyes. I bet she hated that movie. Celestia, she was such a prude. It was time to change all that though. Enough with the joking, I was hot for my Octy! I move from the bed for just a moment, as my horn begins to glow. I concentrate and cast my favorite spell, momentarily blinded by a flash of bright light. I look down between my hind legs and smile big. I am now packing a nice surprise for my Octy. I watch Octavia’s eyes widen, as this time she takes in the hard, thick stallion cock that dangles between my legs. I reach down to run my hoof over my new member, eager to begin using it. Lifting myself back onto the bed, I sit cross-legged beside my sexy doll.
"Don't worry Octy, you're in good hooves.” I say with a wink. “What? It's too big? Much bigger than your last coltfriend Frederick? Aww don't worry my kinky Octy! I'll guide you through it. Be a good mare now and get between my legs."
I smile devilishly at Octavia, who has finally stopped trying to undo her restraints. I catch her eye for a moment and lick my lips. My hooves rest on the side of Octy's head, as I bring it down slowly between my legs. I position her so that she is leaning downwards on all fours. Her gorgeous mouth is opened and awaiting my wonderful present. With a quick thrust of my hips, I push past her lips. I am fixated on Octy’s gorgeous violet eyes, as I repeatedly pump my massive member in and out of her mouth.
Oh sweet Celestia. She is beautiful. I forget all about Octavia as I watch my new lover take every inch of me into her mouth. I had envisioned doing her hard and fast, making it hurt. The slut deserved it! But now, as I continue to thrust against her, I find myself wanting to love her rather than fuck her.
Suddenly Octavia coughs. I spin around, noticing that she has managed to chew through the scarf. She must have pulled it down using her teeth. I contemplate finding something else to cover her with, and then decide against it.
I love her mouth. I’ve always loved her mouth and the way her lips curve when she smiles, or her tongue rolls as she enunciates every damn syllable.
"Tavi you better keep quiet." I yell, continuing to fuck Octy.
Octavia only nods her head. I have no idea what she is thinking, and in this moment I really don't care. This is now about Octy and me. I push Octy's head down a couple of times, watching as she deep throats my cock. Her mouth feels so warm, so lifelike, that I almost forget I’m getting a blowjob from a doll.
Celestia, this is wrong. So wrong and yet so hot.
"Octy...” I whisper, trailing off. “I want to fuck you.”
I lick her ear and watch Octavia. I know how much she hates vulgar language, so I’m trying to use as much of it as I can. Surprisingly, Octavia’s face doesn’t change, she is completely stoic. I pull my throbbing cock from the doll and use my magic to lift her onto her back, pulling her hind legs apart. I lean in and begin to run my tongue over her soft perky nipples, slowly slipping my hoof between her legs, moaning as it slides easily inside.
She feels absolutely amazing! Worth every damned bit that I paid for her. I continue my assault on her breasts as I coat Octy’s fur with my saliva, all the while thrusting my hoof in and out of her tight, little hole. When I’ve finally had enough of the foreplay, I pull my hoof out quickly, assuming the position. My hooves are now both on her hips as I guide my raging hard on between her legs, teasing the entrance of her lips with the head of my cock.
"Octy, this may hurt a bit, but I know you like it rough." I say, pushing my hips against hers, moaning as my cock is buried deep into her warm, tight snatch.
"Damnit Octy, you surprise me." I say, throwing my head back. "You're so wet. I think you secretly enjoy it when I fuck you, don’t you?”
I am now thrusting full force, bucking my hips against the doll as I savor every sensation. I can feel her pussy lips clinging tightly to my dick, silently begging me to fuck her harder. I don’t think I can hold off much longer, as I feel my orgasm approaching. I want nothing more than to make her mine by cumming hard inside of her. I can feel my dick begin to spasm as my orgasm rips through me. I moan as I feel a large load of sticky, wet cum coating her insides. I keep my cock buried inside of her as I ride out my orgasm. I can feel the thick strands of gooey cum as they leak from the doll’s magnificent pussy, down her leg. I moan one last time, milking my cock between her lips, before pulling out. I admire the cum stains in her matted fur as I run my hoof over the small, perfectly crafted pleasure spot between her legs.
"Octy? Are you going to cum for me?" I say, panting.
"Yes." Says a soft, but determined voice.
I stop moving, completely freaked out. Octy just spoke!
Okay I know I sounded a bit obsessed earlier, but even I know the difference between what is real and what isn't. Octy should not be talking.
"Yes." The voice says again and suddenly I realize that it's not the doll, but Octavia herself that I am hearing.
"Tavi! Wait your goddamn turn! Can't you see I'm fucking Octy right now?" I say, pointing to poor Octy, who is seemingly impaled on my shaft.
Octavia is silent as she brings her hooves out from behind her back, letting the restraints fall to the bed. I must have lost concentration with my magic, while I was focused on Octy.
"Aww crap Octavia! You always have to wre-" I am silenced as her lips are suddenly upon mine.
I forget everything else as I feel her warm tongue probing my own. She tastes much better than the doll, and as much as I try to tell myself otherwise, there really is no substitute for the real thing.
"Tavi..." I start, but once again I am silenced as she pulls Octy roughly off of me. I am about to protest, but suddenly stop as she pushes me backwards onto the bed, straddling my hips. The great thing about having a magical dick is that it’s always ready to go. I can feel my cock harden as her thighs graze against mine. Octavia easily slides down onto my erect shaft, coating it in her wetness. I find myself fighting the urge to moan as I feel her warmth rub against my belly. She tilts her head back, and then brings it forward, inches away from my own. Her bewitching eyes seem to sparkle, and a thin smile is carved on her lips.
"Well..." She breathes hotly into my ear. "Are you done playing with dolls?”
I need no further coaxing as I know exactly what she wants. I hold her hips tightly, looking up into that beautiful face. Pushing upwards I begin to grind my hips against hers. With every thrust I seem to be slipping deeper and deeper inside of her. I feel like I could drown in her eyes alone. I never take my own eyes off her face.
She is now rocking against me, meeting my hips with each thrust. A sudden urgency to please her overcomes me and I find myself pumping into her harder and faster. She is breathing heavily now, as she reaches out to pull me closer to her. My face is now mashed against her chest, as her arms encircle my neck. Although it is becoming difficult to breathe, I don't pull away.
"Harder." she whispers, her hot breath on my face sends me into overdrive.
"Fuck...Octavia..." I trail off, completely lost in her now.
"Yes Vinyl...” She pants against my cheek. "Please fuck Octavia!"
At that declaration, I feel my own eyes roll to the back of my head. I want to make her cum so badly. I know from experience that I won't be able to get Octavia off with just simple penetration. Not to worry, I know exactly what she needs.
I lightly push against her taught stomach, and she looks down searching my eyes again.
"Lay back." I command, although my tone is light.
I see her smile, as she knows what's coming, or who is about to be coming for that matter. She gracefully slips off the end of my cock, leaning backwards like I asked. She puts her front legs up high over her head, and I take a quick moment to admire her gorgeous body. Finally, I lean forward, my head hovering above her hips. I slide between her legs, laying flat on my tummy. I take her in, all of her, savoring her amazing scent. I can tell she is getting anxious, and soon I feel her hoof on my head, leading me where she needs me to go. Although I enjoy teasing her, my own lust is too far gone anyways, and so I waste no time burying my head between her legs.
Octavia slams her right hoof down on the bed, and I smile alternating between licking and sucking. I can picture her cute little hoof as it intertwines with the bed sheets and the rest of her body as she arches her back. Her left hoof has not moved from my head, although she has no need to guide me anymore. As I flick my tongue hotly against her core, I feel her eyes boring into the top of my head. I continue to push my tongue back and forth over her slick entrance, as I look up to meet her eyes.
I’ve dated and slept with a lot of mares, especially since I’ve begun to get noticed in the club scene. I can honestly tell you that none of them ever looked at me while I was eating them out. I can understand, I mean it's the most intimate thing right? Not Octavia though. Not my Tavi. She loves watching my tongue, and my lips, while I'm making love to her body. And me being the kink I am, love to know that she’s watching me.
I suddenly feel her hips buck, as she wraps her hind legs around my head. She is close, and I don't disappoint. I let my hoof slide up to the most sensitive spot between her legs. As I continue thrusting my tongue into her wetness, I roll the tip of my hoof back and forth against her swollen nub. I am not surprised when I feel her muscles begin to tense and contract around my tongue.
"Vinyl!" She calls out, squeezing my head tightly between her legs.
I lift my tongue as her entire body shivers beneath me. For a moment, time stands still, and I rest my head on her abdomen as she recovers, breathing hard. Her hoof rests on the side of my face, and I find myself turning to kiss it lovingly.
Octavia looks down at me, perplexed as to my sudden display of affection. Whoa! Where did that come from?? Damnit Vinyl, be cool!
Damage control!
"Tavi." I say, reversing us back to our proper roles. "You need to learn how to let me lead."
She scoffs, but I can tell she's smiling. "Vinyl darling, you know I can't hold off for very long. Besides, don’t you think it was a little cruel to let Octy have all the fun?"
I just laugh in response. She’s right. She never was good at being patient. You see, Octavia and I have been casual “fuck buddies” for awhile now. I guess it happened last year, at a friend's party. I hadn't seen my former classmate since graduation. Once I saw her again, I knew I had to have her. That being said, I don’t want to wreck this good thing we have going on. Any of my former marefriends would tell you, I am terrible when it comes to that love junk. Still, I don’t think I’ve ever felt so strongly for another mare, as I do for her. So for those fleeting moments when we are together, she is mine, and I am completely hers.
I am so lost in my thoughts that I haven't noticed the fact that she has slid out from under me. Suddenly I am face to face with Octy.
"Vinyl Scratch." Octavia says, although she is talking more like the way I mimicked her, than in her own voice.
"Yeah?" I ask, amused.
"You said this doll was expensive. How did you find bits to pay for it?”
I laugh, shaking my head as I give the doll a kiss on the cheek. "Oh Octavia, you really should check your credit card statements more often."
Octavia raises her eyebrow, looking shocked, and then she too begins to laugh. As the laughter dies down, I find myself once again face to face, but this time it is with the real Octavia and not her look-alike doll. Suddenly I feel my heart beat begin to increase.
"Vinyl..." She says slowly, and I am snapped back to attention.
"Tavi..." I say weakly, afraid my heart will leap out of my chest.
Octavia looks thoughtful as she chews her lip. Then a large smile breaks onto her face and she grabs the Octy doll once more.
“Vinyl, Octy has something to tell you." She says, eyes shining.
I lift myself up, completely intrigued by the fact that she is playing with the doll. It’s actually kind of cute, and sexy. Two hot Octavias have got to be better than one. Okay so one is a sex doll, but still I know quite a few cellist loving fangirls to whom that wouldn't matter.
"Vinyl, there's something I need to tell you." Octavia says, although it's supposed to be Octy talking.
"Is this about band camp again?" I tease. “Because I’ve always wanted to know more about how a flute could fit in your—“
I am silenced mid sentence as the doll’s muzzle grazes mine.
“Vinyl, I think I’m falling in love with you...” Octavia confesses, shattering my entire existence.
Is this the doll talking? Does she love me? Could she love me? I’m so confused.
Not wanting to believe she could be serious. I downplay her confession with a joke.
“Sorry Octy.” I address the doll. “I’m a love em’ and leave em’ type of mare.”
Suddenly I find her clinging to my neck, whispering those three little words, over and over again. I pull her into a tight embrace, holding her close to my chest. I stroke her mane and to my surprise I find myself murmuring similar words of affection, letting her know that I’ve loved her for a very long time.
From this day forward, I promise myself, no more hiding my feelings, no more lying to myself, and most of all, no more playing with dolls.
My eyes dart from Tavi, to my sexy Octy, thrown face down, ass up on the floor.
On second thought, maybe I shouldn’t make promises that I don’t intend to keep.
Author's Note
Inspired partially by the film Lars and The Real Girl. Also partially inspired by a documentary I watched on people who actually pay thousands of dollars to buy these sex dolls. This particular fic is a reworking of one of my old fics in a different fandom. A fan asked me to remake it with mlp characters lol so this is what I came up with.
