Rhythm

by The Princess Rarity

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Octavia, Sex, Slice of Life, DJ P0N-3, Human, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 2974

Vinyl Scratch comes home to a very pleasant surprise. Sex ensues.

After a long night of raves and techno, just when Vinyl Scratch feels at her worst and as if she can't walk another step, it seems that there's a wonderful surprise waiting for her when she comes home to her quaint little apartment...

Trigger warning: first clopfic, humanized, lesbians, shower sex.

Endless thank yous go to RushingAutumnLeaves and psp7master, two totally awesome people who read this story first to make sure that it wasn't completely horrible.... I'm pretty sure it's safe for you all to read now.

Published 2013-11-21 23:40:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-11-21 23:40:02 UTC

The One and Only Chapter

Rhythm

by The Princess Rarity

Tired.

That was the one and only word to describe how Vinyl felt. Of course, there were many synonyms to add to it - weary, exhausted, out of shape, beat, blown, broken, etc.

No matter what fancy term you could think up, it nonetheless described the DJ perfectly, because after a night of what seemed like endless partying, as usual, at a gig, Vinyl had her money, did her job, and now, all she wanted to do was fall into bed, and sleep.

Slowly taking each almost painful step towards the door, Vinyl fumbled for her keys, but realized she didn't even need to bother, as she fell forward, swinging the entrance to her apartment open, nearly causing to collapse onto the carpet.

And to be honest, she was so tired, she honestly wouldn't care if she did end up passing out in the middle of the floor.

Shrugging off her jacket and tossing it onto the couch, but carelessly missing, she turned the corner and shuffled into the bedroom, but unable to find the strength to take another step towards the bed. Instead, she purposely fell down onto the floor, rolling over to stare up at the ceiling for a solid second, only before closing her eyes, about to fall asleep from pure exhaustion when she heard a certain something.

A melody, sort of.

Faint, and a bit unintelligible, but still, it was some sort of music.

Opening one eye, Vinyl shoved off her glasses and threw them onto the bed, not caring that they fell to the floor as she slowly staggered to her feet. This was a crazy hour, even for someone like her, so who would be playing music now?

She stumbled into the hall, across the way of the apartment, only before she noted that there was no music, but instead, just acapella singing...

"You won’t find him drinking at the table, rolling dice or staying out ’til three - you won’t ever find him being unfaithful. You will find him, you’ll find him next to me..."

A tired smile spread across Vinyl's expression, and the music woke her up from her trance ever-so-slightly, just enough to keep her walking towards the sound.

"You won’t find him trying to chase the devil for money, fame, for power, out of greed - you won’t ever find him where the rest go. You will find him, you’ll find him next to me..."

Finally approaching the room from where the angelic-like singing came from, the disk jockey couldn't help but chuckle lightly under her breath, biting back a clever smile. So, it seemed that she wasn't completely alone.

Lightly knocking on the door, Vinyl got no response, just continuous harmonizing.

Perfect, she thought with a smile as she gently opened the door, slipping into the room.

She was welcomed into the bathroom with a sudden gust of steam, and the singing only seemed to be louder inside than it was outside. And so, Vinyl focused her gaze onto the silhouette behind the shower curtain - curvy, tall, almost like the one of a Goddess...

...and all hers for the taking.

"Oh, Octavia," Vinyl chuckled, but not loud enough to be heard over the running water. "You shouldn't have."

Quickly stripping off her jeans, shirt and other garments, the disk jockey hesitated for a moment that barely surpassed a millisecond, only before discreetly sliding between the shower curtain and the wall, surprisingly still going unnoticed.

"When the money’s spent and all my friends have vanished, and I can’t seem to find no help or love for free-"

Vinyl cut the singing off, as she practically pounced, taking Octavia by the shoulders and turning her around, stealing a quick kiss, shooting her girlfriend a wink, murmuring a soft "Hey."

"Vinyl?!" Octavia nearly shrieked, her lavender eyes going wide as she noticed her girlfriend slip beside her underneath the water. "What in the world are you doing?"

The DJ shrugged nonchalantly, seeing no issue with her actions.

"Taking a shower," she said simply, as her gaze slowly drifted down, and the smallest of smirks spread across her expression. "And enjoying the view."

Holding back a blush, Octavia hesitated and shook her head, brushing her wet hair out of her face, she stammered over words. This was a bit of a shock to her - seeing how most of Vinyl's antics were odd, but never this... bold. "You could have at least waited for me to get out," she managed.

"My eyes are up here, Tavi," Vinyl laughed as she took notice of her girlfriend's beautiful gaze focused on her figure. "but, go on, enjoy the show, I don't mind."

Octavia began stuttering, which was something someone of her character almost never did, but here she was, a mumbling mess. "I - You -" she fumbled. "Y - you can't be serious."

Letting out a light chuckle, the DJ gave a so-so motion with her hand.

"Did you just meet me?" she smirked.

Actually, this would be an awesome first way to meet anybody, she said to herself, holding back a smirk. Especially Octavia.

Rolling her eyes and giving a light huff, the cellist attempted to step out of the shower to allow her girlfriend a turn. However, she felt a sudden tug on her wrist, and, before she knew it, she was in Vinyl's grasp, looking right into those playful and sparkling magenta eyes, their skins contrasting - pale as the moon, dark and rich as chocolate - and expressions opposite - a smirk and a scowl.

"And where do you think you're going?" Vinyl chuckled.

However, Octavia had no time to respond, because, before she could even open her mouth to utter a single word, her lips were on her lover's in a fierce kiss that slightly shocked her.

Releasing a low, almost sinister, chuckle, the disk jockey gently held her girlfriend's face in her hands and tsked playfully.

"Oh, Octavia," she murmured. "You didn't think I'd let you get away, now, did you?"

And again, the cellist was taken by surprise.

Octavia gasped lightly as she was pressed up against the cool tile, her lips still captured in Vinyl's as they passionately kissed. Their tongues danced in a furious tango of lust and love, both competing for dominance, but they both very well knew who was winning in this fierce competition.

...And it was only proven even more so, as one of Vinyl's hands firmly gripped her girlfriend's firm, plump breast, massaging it gently and elicting a soft moan from the cellist.

"You like that, don't you, babe?" the DJ huskily whispered, with a smirk as she descended her touch further down Octavia's body, sending shocks up her spine with every soft brush.

Attaching her lips to her lover's neck, Vinyl nipped at Octavia's copper skin, lightly suckling and nuzzling, as an almost ironic undertone to her now rough yet passionate attack on the chest of her girlfriend, who was slowly getting weak in the knees at this point.

"Vinyl," she moaned, tangling her fingers into the disk jockey's electric blue locks.

"That's it, Tavi," Vinyl chuckled, glancing up to look deep into her lover's eyes, which were now darkening to the color of mauve with desire. "Sing for me."

Oh, that girl and her coy usage of words, Octavia thought to herself, when she suddenly let out a light groan as she felt her girlfriend's grip let up and the playful teasing touches ceased.

"What's wrong?" the DJ cooed, softly brushing her lips against the cellist's cheek. "Is a certain someone 'frustrated'?"

A light murmur escaped Octavia as she managed to catch her breath.

"What was that?" Vinyl teased, with a raised eyebrow.

Just to add to the torture, an idea sprung into the disk jockey's wild mind, and she lightly hummed as she continued peppering sweet little smooches against her girlfriend's neck, and ever-so-slightly, her fingers hovered all around the nethers of her lover. Around her thighs, along her busty hips, across her attractive bottom - but never near the intended target.

So close, yet so far, Octavia said to herself as she screwed her eyes shut and let out a sigh as she slowly laid her head back against the tile again. "Vinyl, please..." she muttered, as her legs lightly buckled and she suddenly grew weaker.

"Oh, what's that?" the DJ said, with a tauntingly innocent tone to her voice. "Octavia, are you asking for something?"

The cellist nodded and her eyes fluttered close, letting out a light shudder as she felt her girlfriend's fingers linger right near that one spot...

-only for them to fly away as soon as they swept by.

This prompted Octavia to let out an exasperated sigh, which, in turn, obviously got a low, almost dark, chuckle from Vinyl - who was very much enjoying this act of torturing her lover in the best, and the worst, way possible.

"You know, Tavi, if you want something, all you have to do is tell me..."

"Must you do this to me?" the cellist whined.

The smirk never left Vinyl's expression as she gave a nonchalant shrug.

"You know you love it," she rasped in a beautifully lustful way that only drove her girlfriend even more crazy with passion, desire and lust. "so go on. If you really want it, just say so."

A light groan omitting from her lips, Octavia hesitated, as she was pressed up against the wall.

"Come on, Octavia," the disk jockey muttered, as she lightly brushed over the very edges of her girlfriend's slit. "I know how badly you need it."

"I - I could take care of it mysel-" Octavia suddenly choked on her words and let out a loud gasp, which was followed by a lustful groan as she buried her neck into Vinyl's pale neck, breathing heavily as her lover's fingers suddenly dived into her body.

Lightly chuckling to herself, the DJ managed to balance her girlfriend up as she gave relentless and unrequited pleasure to Octavia, who was now indulged in what seemed like the closest thing to Heaven on the land.

"Watching you squirm is fun, but," Vinyl smirked and softly brushed her lips against her lover's in a sweet little kiss. "you look so hot when I'm fucking you."

Shivering at not only the wonderfully arousing and lustful touch, but also the cold water, which was a wonderful addition and spark to their intercourse, Octavia gripped onto her girlfriend's broad shoulders for support, her nails digging into the pale skin, definitely sure to leave scars. She lightly gasped at the sudden sensation of Vinyl's other hand occupying her breasts once more, gently fondling them as her fingers brutally yet lovingly invaded Octavia's dripping entrance in the most taunting and pleasurable way possible. A tease of what it felt like to be on the edge, and then, an undertoning of sweet simplicity.

"V - Vinyl..." the cellist choked, as she screwed her eyes shut and was supported up against the corner of the bath. "I -" She let out a squeal of sorts, following by more moans that definitely drove Vinyl off the wall.

"Oh, yeah," Vinyl chuckled as she continued to thrust her fingers rapidly, carefully lowering her lips beyond Octavia's neck, but right to the top of her chest, directly above her bust. "That's the ticket, Tavi - scream for me."

Managing to breathlessly laugh as she was being pleasured, Octavia felt at a loss for words as she felt the oh-so-familiar urge of release creeping up on her. But this time... she didn't know what it was, but this need felt like no other. It was like wave after wave of lust was washing over her, and there was no way to cease it, or avoid it. Like a thief in the night, it was creeping up on her, and she had no control.

However, there was some possible way to somehow get Vinyl to stop being so cruel...

Or so she hoped.

"You're so cute when you're like this," the disk jockey murmured. "You want to cum, don't ya, Tavi?"

Biting her lip and giving a quick nod, Octavia molded her lips against Vinyl's in a fierce, furious kiss that only ignited even more sparks between them both.

"Please, Vinyl," the cellist whimpered, twirling her girlfriend's vibrant locks of hair through her hands. "C - could you...?"

"I got you, babe," Vinyl smirked, brushing an ebony strand from Octavia's face and looking deep into her eyes. "Just let it ride out from here."

And with that said, the DJ softly began tracing her kiss along her lover's body as she slowly knelt down, tracing her tongue along Octavia's most sensitive parts, but obviously saving the best for last. It was just in her nature to be a tease like that, even if she did have her romantic moments from time to time...

...this was not one of them.

While pleasuring her beloved Octavia was a number one priority, Vinyl could never resist a quick taunting here and there.

Flickering her magenta-crimson eyes up to see her lover's desperate expression, the disk jockey now made no hesitation as she held on tightly to Octavia's hips to keep her stable and as quick as a snake, Vinyl flicked her tongue out to lightly dart against the cellist's most weak spot in her entire body, causing her to cry out softly, attempting to buck her hips.

With a light chuckle, Vinyl decided to quit the games and dove into her girlfriend's nethers, licking up the bittersweet arousal as if it were water in an oasis in the middle of a desert - swirling her tongue all around and touching briefly every once in a while across Octavia's clit, which no longer registered as torture, but now, it was only thought of as beautiful, rich, dirty, loving seduction.

However, never one to not be a member of the party, Vinyl descended one of her hands down towards her own essence, tending to herself, but she didn't dare slack off on her girlfriend, who was on the verge of pure bliss, as it was noticed by her weak stance and the fact that her moans were getting considerably louder - bouncing off of the tile walls of the bathroom and practically echoing throughout their tiny apartment.

Placing her hands on the back of the disk jockey's head, Octavia nearly fell over in sheer pleasure as she finally released one last sharp gasp of surprise, her arousal spilling out rapidly in a sudden shock of orgasm that took her by surprise.

Vinyl, however, didn't dare stop - and continued to relentlessly lick and lap up her girlfriend's slit, while her actions upon herself became more and more vigorous, desperate to have the same feeling of freedom and release. Constriction and pleasure wracked her body and she found it almost hard to focus on the challenge at hand; which was to keep Octavia even more desperate with lust...

...but Vinyl Scratch never backed down from a challenge.

And so, she continued - not only with the attacks on her own body, but leveling up the passion for her girlfriend as well, with those extremely sexy moans, gasps and slight squeals as music to her ears and a type of cheer to continue.

If Octavia had thought that she was desperate before... she didn't know what this was then.

She didn't just want this to never end, but she needed it.

After all, she had to admit, Vinyl's erratic, wild nature was certainly useful from time to time, and this was most definitely one of those wonderful occasions.

-And suddenly, there it was, again.

That sudden, crazy, beautiful stirring in every nerve of her body.

How she does this, I'll never know, Octavia thought in disbelief as she practically yanked cobalt locks of hair out of her girlfriend's head, in return to the force she was being ruthlessly pleasured with.

Vinyl smirked against her lover's body and used her other spare hand to throw a curveball towards the cellist, who somehow took it like a pro, responding with a hot, lustful mix of a moan and a gasp. The disk jockey's magical fingers were now playing with Octavia's clit like a turntable and it caused her to lean upon the very edge once more...

However, that teetering didn't last for long, as Vinyl finally met her end, releasing floods of her arousal into her palm as she submitted to her own torture, letting out a light scream of pleasure into her girlfriend's nethers, and it was that wonderful, sexy, uncontrollable noise that caused Octavia to give up and give in once more, now feeling light as a feather and walking on air at the same time, nearly collapsing into the bath.

"You worn out, Tavi?" Vinyl whispered as she stood up on shaky legs, but the recognizable smirk that she had bestowed all night never left her expression.

With a weak nod, Octavia practically fell into her girlfriend's willing and open arms, attempting to finally find the way on how to breathe properly once more, and slowly going down from her high.

Letting out a light chuckle, Vinyl reached back, turned off the water, and carefully held her lover in her grasp bridal-style, stepping out of the shower, and carrying her to their bedroom, with the both of them sporting small content yet tired smiles.

"Love you," the disk jockey murmured.

Although, Octavia was already fast asleep, lightly snoring and looking completely adorable in Vinyl's arms.

Best. Night. Ever.

~la fin~

Author's Note

THERE. I DID IT.

I WROTE A CLOPFIC.

ARE YOU PEOPLE HAPPY NOW?

...I don't think I'll be doing this again for a while.