What a terrible story wow such bad
The prisoner sat facing the bars. From there, she could just about see the reflections in the pools of water near her cell, and as they were slowly pulsating because of the hoofsteps coming from the stairway which lead to the main part of Canterlot castle. The pool slowly began to vibrate harder as the steps came closer, and tall figure began to cast a shadow upon the walls of the dungeon. It slowly moved into the light, past the barred grate which shone light rays through from Canterlot's prismatic sky. The light reflected into the small pools of water, which in turn shone onto the figure who became visible as he moved ever closer. The rays caused the polished steel of his armor to almost golden as he patrolled the outer corridor of the lowest floor in the dungeon. It was certainly a rare occasion that a pony was kept in this part of the castle.
The figure could see a silhouette from the corridor, as it was slouched against the bars of the cell, slowly using it's hooves to scrape the rusted chain of the lock which kept the cell closed against the equally rusty bars. It slowly turned it's head as if to follow every move he made across the passageway.
"Stop", the Royal guard plainly stated in a virtually emotionless voice. He slowly made his way towards the cell which contained the silhouette, which, unseen to him was scowling in his general direction. The figure ignored him completely, and continued to move brush against the chain. "Stop touching the chain, pony" he stated again, this time with a slightly more aggressive tone. With this silhouette did as ordered and paced back towards the unplastered bare stone wall. "Further". After looking in his direction and scowling (although this was unseen by the guard due to the darkness) the creature did as told and backed up to the wall, slowly resting against the stone wall. The pony gave a small shudder as a chill was sent down it's spine by the cold touch of the wall. The guard didn't give the pony a second look, despite the fact the pony could now be seen for the first time while it stood directly beneath the only window in the cell. Rusted iron bars covered the window, which the incarcerated pony had already noted. She suspected they were enchanted in some way, and made to look weak so the guard could have some pre-warning to ponies who would attempt an escape given the opportunity. The guard checked the chains, noting that there was no visible damage to them, and then continued his patrol of the corridor.
"Guard" the imprisoned called out in his direction.
"Silence prisoner".
"And if I continue talking you will do what exactly?"
Glancing back at the cell, the guard realized he didn't actually have an answer for this. He was only a reserve after all. Choosing to avoid embarrassment in front of a prisoner, he decided to pretend nopony had said anything and walked further along the corridor. After a few seconds he reached the opposite stairway which again connected onto the main part of the castle.
"Guard, wait!" she called from the freezing cell. "What's your name? ...and what's going to happen to me? No pony is telling me anything..." she trailed off, causing the guard to clear his throat and turn as if he planned to say something.
"Look, I'm not here to converse with prisoners". Trying to remember what Shining had said, he stumbled out another, fairly clumsy sentence "If I... you're ever released from this cell... then come and talk to me, but for now you're a prisoner ok?". He continued his attempt to act formal, but even he knew he wasn't very convincing.
"Are you going to answer my question or just parrot out statements you heard from other guards?".
"I... that's none of your concern".
"What?"
*Shit, I'm not sure what I'm allowed to say... I knew I wasn't ready for this....*. Trying to regain composure the guard yet again turned, this time using his magic to swing the exit door open. The pony in the cell noted that the door was surprisingly majestic considering the rest of the dungeon, probably meaning that led directly into the castle.
"Haha, you're just gonna leave, guard? Who the heck trained you, they must have been drunk... or high or something".
"Shut up and respect the Prince, considering where you are now I'd highly recommend it" the guard proudly said, managing a small laugh as he realized he'd finally done something right.
Now laughing audibly right through the dusk filled corridor, the pony managed to speak in between snickers "you were taught to be a royal guard by Shining Armor himself and you're this bad? Oh, Chyr... Celestia you're such a terrible guard".
"You want to submit a review? Try it pony, one more comment from you and you're gonna regret, I'll be right back down there in half a second".
"Haha, threat of the century coming from you there, heh, I'd be surprised if you even know how to fight, from what I've seen so far you barely grasp the concept of speech".
"I've given you fair warning, I'm sorry. Turn around and face the wall" *why am I apologizing to a prisoner*.
"And if I don't?".
"You'll have a delightful date with Celestia my friend, or who knows, maybe a delightful trip to the gas chamber".
"WHAT!?! You don't have a gas chamber..." *ok maybe I've pushed this a little to far*.
"I know we don't have a gas chamber, but even so I'd recommend you shut up so I can continue patroling. What were you doing with the chains anyway".
"I wasn't doing anything with them, I hope you can appreciate just how tedious it is in here, guard". *Is he even a part of the guard? Perhaps he's here to break me out...*. The pony in the cell took a glance at the guard, but found no irregularities. She wasn't particually sure whether this was good or bad. *Only one way to find it*.
"Multi 3".
He looked up with a look of complete confusion. He still couldn't see the pony in the cell as he black coat blended perfectly in with the dry stone wall and darkness of the night. There was a short silence a gust blew through the grates on the side of dungeon, causing a bitter chill to briefly cause them to both forget what they were discussing.
"I have no idea what you mean by that, I take it that's a code?"
"Nevermind. So anyway, what's your name?"
"As I know this won't be incriminating in any way considering I'm new to this as you've probably gathered, I'll tell you. Crystal Lance, reserve guard of Solaris. And you?"
Hexie quietly made her way back to the thin mattress placed in the left corner of the cell. Avoid spring what a stupid guard <----WHERE I LEFT OFF
"So Hexie, I need to continue my patrol. Do not touch the chain again. We can always see you". The guard turned his back for the final time and made his way to the staircase. Slowly raising his faintly blue forleg, he pulled the door open and disappeared into the light".
"Hexie".
"Crystal Lance, reserve guard of Solaris. You're alright Hexie, although I not sure if I'd be saying this if I knew why you were separated down here". *Why am I talking to the prisoner, I'm so bad at this...*.
"Hello Lance
"Urm... haven't you noticed yet that I don't know anything? You're pretty much
goes apeshit and attacks
shining appears for some reason
sees it's a changeling
goes apeshit and attacks
shining appears for some reason
splits them up
tries to attack changeling
guard explains his fault
everybody walks the dinosaur
small smirk from changeling
Demonstration is the Best Education
GTVS: The Great Teacher Vinyl Scratch Teaches Octavia About Sex
Or, Demonstration is the Best Education
Vinyl yawned loudly, covering her mouth with a hand as she sleepily staggered towards the kitchen. Her eyelids were covering her vision, protesting against her nocturnal awakened state. The usual quest for a glass of water seemed less and less important as the young teacher felt a need to visit the bathroom. Dio, non avrei dovuto bere quella bira! [God, I shouldn't have drunk that beer], she thought, wincing slightly with each step. Who would've thought that two cans would lead to such an urge?
Leaning against the wall, Vinyl placed her hand on the round handle, turning it and flicking on the light simultaneously. Entering the bathroom, the spiked-haired woman took a swift glance at the clock, which, for some reason, adorned the wall, right above the washing machine.
3:05 am, Vinyl read mentally, letting out a louder yawn. Caspita, ciò tanto sonno! [My God, I really should get some sleep.] With a grunt, she turned the tap and let the warm water run for a while before washing her hands thoroughly. A smile crept upon her face as she remembered the school day. She had been gifted with wonderful students, she had to admit. They all had their quirks, but they were nice people, each one of them in their own special way. Especially... Octavia.
Vinyl's blush reflected in the mirror, and the young teacher had to splash a few handfuls of water on her face to calm her blood pressure. Ever since her student, and housemate, had turned eighteen, Vinyl had been looking at her rather... differently. (And, even though she would never admit it, even before Octavia's birthday.) She couldn't help but notice the girl's slender body, her gentle curves, and the way her bra held her blossoming breasts, and the way her mouth etched upwards - just a little - as she smiled. E tanto male! [That's just wrong!] Vinyl chastised herself mentally. Being attracted to a student is a no-no, dammit!
Leaving the bathroom and proceeding to the kitchen, Vinyl tried to shoo the unnecessary thoughts away, if only because they made her want to re-visit the bathroom... for a different reason. No. Vinyl stopped dead in her tracks, shaking her head violently, her hair swinging from side to side. That would be just wrong. Octavia and her father had done so much for her, she was living with them, for God's sake! Besides, it wasn't like Octavia was attracted to her, apart from casual overheard remarks about her teacher's "good looks". "Good-looking" doesn't mean "I want you, Vinyl", the woman reminded herself. Still, the young cellist just wouldn't leave her mind, and for quite a while already.
The sandwich looked nice as Vinyl observed it after a few minutes of dedicated labour. The bread was perfect; not as good as a ciabatta, but still tasty, with the cucumbers, and the tomatoes, and the nice slice of cheese. Manca solo un po di prosciutto... [Now, I need some ham...] Vinyl thought as she searched the fridge. Finding no sight of anything even slightly resembling meat, she sighed and took the plate, eager to finally reach her room, devour the snack and go to sleep. Grazie a Dio, è Venerdi [Thank God it's Friday], the DJ mused as she walked along the corridor, back to her bedroom. Well, technically, Saturday already.
Her lazy brain was already drifting off to sleep along the way, and Vinyl was seriously considering leaving the sandwich for breakfast, when she heard a muffled noise coming from Octavia's bedroom. All signs of sleepiness were gone, and Vinyl's blood ran cold in her veins. A quiet yelp confirmed her suspicions. Dio! E probabilmente ferita! [Oh my God! She must be in pain!] Or... No.
With that thought, Vinyl rushed to Octavia's room, the plate still tight in her grip. As she reached the wooden door, the sandwich had nearly slid off the plate. Absent-mindedly, she began chewing on it as she noticed the door slightly open. It was only obvious: it was hot, and a nice night breeze wouldn't hurt; but why wouldn't Octavia run out of the room for help if she was in pain? Was she... paralysed?! Or... No. No! Stop, brain!
"Oh, Vinyl~" Octavia's voice reached Vinyl's ears from behind the door. The DJ gulped, beads of sweat forming upon her brow. Just her imagination. Just imagination. Nothing more. "You little- ah~ perverted thing!" Okay, time to leave, Vinyl mused as she realised what exactly was happening in Octavia's room. Masturbating was perfectly all right, absolutely normal; Vinyl had to admit that she indulged in that little dirty pleasure as well, from time to time, but... Masturbating while thinking of her?..
"Caspita! [Dammit!]" Octavia shrieked from behind the door, managing to hit perfect pitch despite her... current state. "Vinyl~"
Wow, and she even uses Italian. Vinyl couldn't help but smile at the little detail. I'm rubbing off of her. The teacher blushed as her perverted mind supplied images of how she could be rubbing off of Octavia right now. Isn't that what you want? You like her; she obviously likes you, a little voice in her mind cooed.
Vinyl tried to shoo away the unnecessary thoughts, but her body protested as her hormones seized control, making her nethers wetten with arousal. She blushed in embarrassment, only slightly, trying to make a pact with her consciousness. Just a little peek. A little peek won't hurt, right? However, she only placed her ear against the door instead of opening it, her arousal not getting the best of her yet.
Octavia's soft, but high-pitched moans made the DJ pant slightly as her heart rate increased and her blood pressure rose a little. Her hair was sweating already, and the temperature in her nethers skyrocketed. Her hand made its way to her pants as she imagined, in vivid detail, how the young cellist was rubbing herself, her beautiful hair sweaty and dishevelled, her small, yet beautiful breasts rising with her breath, her nipples hard and a deep shade of pink, her soaking, wet pussy welcoming the consensual trespassing of her hand... It was only fair to say that Vinyl was incredibly excited by that time.
"O-oh, fuck!" Octavia exclaimed, making Vinyl stumble, shocked by the student's language, and press her body firmly on the door, which screeched and... opened. Vinyl rolled into the room, falling onto the floor, her hand still in her pants. Ouch... Che fortuna non mi sono rotto il braccio [I'm lucky not to have broken my arm], she mused as she looked up sheepishly.
Octavia, who by now had realised what was going on, shrieked and covered her lower body with the blanket, her face a deep shade of red. "W-what are you doing here?!" the cellist demanded, trying to carry a certain level of hurt dignity, even though in reality, she was pleasantly surprised. Here she was, pleasuring herself, thinking of Vinyl sitting on top of her, straddling her, planting hot kisses all over her body while her wonderful soft breasts hung freely, in their divine natural form... And now the object of her fantasies rushed into her room, just like in those porn films! To say that this was turning her on was to say nothing.
Meanwhile, Vinyl had recovered from the fall, getting on her feet awkwardly, her eyes involuntarily drawn to Octavia's naked breasts. Oh, how she wanted to touch them, lick them, play with them, pinching the young, juicy nipples! The DJ almost slapped herself on the cheek to get her thoughts straight. "Um, hi, Ottavia," she muttered lamely. "I, um, I'll be on my way back!" she exclaimed with a nervous laugh, directing her feet towards the door. Since when had she got so sheepish? Octavia was certainly rubbing off her, just as she was rubbing off the young cellist. She must be really angry with me... But then again, wasn't she rubbing herself thinking of me just now?
She's going to get away! A desperate thought crossed Octavia's mind, lingering there for a moment. I... I may lose my chance forever! "Please..." The young cellist gulped. "Vinyl, please, stay."
Vinyl's blood ran cold for a second. Must be just my imagination. She stopped dead in her tracks. Or a dream. It can't be this... She... She can't possibly want... Besides, it would be wrong... wouldn't it?
Slowly, ever so slowly, Vinyl turned round, looking at the young woman, who looked even more beautiful in the moonlight, her figure outlined perfectly, taunting, enticing, alluring... "Yes, Octavia?" she asked carefully, even dropping the usual nickname for the time being.
The cellist didn't reply. She only lowered her eyes, as if she were inspecting the blanket she had covered her naked body with. What could she say? 'Vinyl, stay and make love to me'?
"Listen, Ottavia." Vinyl placed herself on the bed cautiously, not to sit too close to the girl. (Woman, Vinyl reminded herself. She's all grown up now.) "I... I'm sorry." Cazzo, e talmente strano [God, this is awkward...] "I didn't mean to-"
"You were... touching yourself." Octavia blushed and averted her eyes.
"So were you." Vinyl grinned, her confidence returning to her in the wake of Octavia's embarrassment.
"Because I was thinking of you," the cellist said simply, looking straight into Vinyl's eyes, breaking the DJ's spur of confidence. Non può diventare mai strano... [This can't get any more awkward...] the young teacher mused, looking at her student sheepishly, her young, slender body covered in sweat, her nipples hard and- And I need to stop looking at her like that!
Octavia sighed. "Just thinking of what you could do to me." She licked her lips. Vinyl glanced at the young cellist. Should I?.. Ah, dammit, I have nothing to lose! "You know, laying me on the bed - or maybe throwing me..." Octavia carried on, observing Vinyl's face out of the corner of her eye. To her delight, it was turning a deep shade of red. "Kissing me fiercely, nibbling on my neck, and then lower, and lower, and lower..." The cellist felt herself getting aroused again, and she could see, feel, smell Vinyl's arousal, too. And this was turning her on more than ever. All her dreams, both daydreams and beautiful night visions of the DJ, could come true, and God, they were almost coming true, just say yes and do it!
Okay, this could get more awkward, Vinyl amended herself mentally, feeling her inner thighs stiffen as Octavia carried on with the scene, in fresh, vivid detail, "And I will be shouting, screaming on top of my lungs as you pierce me with your tongue, and hold it deep, never letting go, as your wonderful hands rub my nipples harshly, and-"
Damn, the girl would really make a good phone sex operator... To her surprise, Vinyl found her right hand idly rubbing her pussy right where she liked it as she listened to Octavia's sweet, sexy voice that was dripping hot obscenity on her ears.
The cellist had stopped talking and was watching her teacher masturbating, her cheeks glowing a soft crimson. Vinyl ceased her rubbing abruptly. Octavia gulped. "Vinyl, please... Don't stop." The DJ paused, her hand covering her womanhood serenely.
"Ottavia, that's..." Vinyl shut her eyes tightly, withdrawing her hand from her pants as she collected every bit of self-control she had. "We can't. We can't do that. You're a student, I'm a teacher. That's wrong." Great, and now I'm trying to cling to a ridiculous morality. Way to go, Vinyl.
"Vinyl." The cellist's voice was on the verge of breaking. "That's not the point." She sighed. "We had an agreement: when at home, you are not my teacher and I am not your student." Tears began welling in Octavia's eyes. "And even if it was so? Isn't it a teacher's duty to help the students? Even with more... intimate things." The girl's face flushed a little, adding a kindly pink to the shade of her cheeks. "I thought we were intimate enough." The weak lament in Octavia's voice was making Vinyl's hear meld and break apart at the same time. "If you don't want me, just say so, Vinyl. We'll still be friends." The cellist smiled a sad, strained smile.
"Ottavia, it's not that-" Vinyl began, only to realise she wasn't sure what to say. Dammit. It was all so unbelievable, so surreal. The DJ even tried to make up an excuse that this all might be a dream, despite knowing how ridiculous it sounded. "It's just that... Look, I like you." She chewed on her bottom lip, juggling words around the confines of her mind. "I really do. And... I think you're hot." The teacher glanced at her naked student, whose face broke into a tiny smile of appreciation. "But I'm afraid to hurt you. I'm afraid to let you down." Putting her worries to words, Vinyl slowly began to realise how true they were, and how she was eager to prove herself wrong, at the same time. "I'm afraid..."
Octavia shifted closer, laying her hand on Vinyl's. Her naked breast touched Vinyl's shirt. The DJ felt the young woman's nipples pressing into her own round breasts. Octavia's lips were near, impossibly near, her hot breath falling onto Vinyl's chin. Vinyl closed her eyes, moving forward into a kiss.
Octavia's lips were soft and gentle as she tried to make out what to do, with Vinyl attempting to be as mild as possible. Which was getting more and more difficult in the wake of the cellist's sweet minty breath that drove the DJ insane. Finally, unable to hold herself at bay any more, the DJ let her tongue slide into Octavia's warm mouth. The cellist embraced it eagerly, if unskilfully, lapping at the insides of Vinyl's mouth in a blind, fervent desire to prolong this ecstasy. Vinyl briefly assumed that this could easily be the cellist's first real kiss.
Octavia was lost in the sheer, hot bliss. Finally! Finally! This... This was happening. This was really happening. Vinyl's tongue was inside her mouth, stroking her own, entwined, hot saliva dripping from it, making the cellist's heart beat faster. We're really doing it. We are having sex. Well, almost. Octavia had never felt joy like that before. She wanted to smile forever! ...If it weren't for Vinyl's tongue in her mouth, of course, that hindered such an action. The young cellist felt her sexy teacher getting more straightforward, more aggressive with her tongue that was now wrestling with her own. Suddenly, Octavia felt something cold in her mouth, something that struck her as unusual, given the general... well, hotness of the situation.
Vinyl felt Octavia moan into her mouth. At first, she accepted it a sign of pleasure, but the young woman freed herself from the DJ's grasp in a moment, much to Vinyl's concern. "Did I hurt you?" the teacher asked, fear evident in her voice. Congratulations, Vinyl. You failed before even starting.
"N-no," the cellist admitted. "I was just surprised. Your tongue..."
"Ah, this." Vinyl showed her tongue, a silver piercing similar to the one in her belly button adorning the flesh. "A new one. You like it?" She winked, her confidence returning to her in the wake of Octavia's embarrassment once more.
"It..." Octavia gulped as she imagined what else her hot teacher could do with that new piercing of hers. "It is sexy." She smiled in what seemed to her an encouraging manner. "I like it." To prove her point, she closed her lips around the tip of Vinyl's tongue, sucking on the silver pearl.
Vinyl could swear her pussy caught fire. "Do you want to see what else I can do with this little tongue of mine?" she wondered in a sultry tone as soon as Octavia let her go for a moment to catch her breath.
"Mmmyes," Octavia purred, kissing Vinyl's neck. She was getting more confident, more sure, more straight. Hmm, I don't think 'straight' would be a wise choice of wording, the cellist pondered on her own thoughts before a realisation struck her as Vinyl gently lay her on the bed, the DJ's face buried in her neck. "It... It's going to hurt, right?" Vinyl nibbled on Octavia's neck, eliciting a moan of pleasure from the cellist. "I mean, losing my virginity?"
Vinyl smiled softly. "Ottavia, we are both women. Biologically, you are not going to lose your virginity tonight." She grinned. "Unless you want me to use toys, of course." Octavia's face flushed fiercely as the cellist shook her head meekly, at loss for words. "All right, let's start out slow."
Vinyl proceeded to kiss Octavia's neck, altering between slow pecks and long, drawing kisses. Her right hand made its way to the cellist's breast, massaging it gently. Octavia's breath was speeding up, her eyes rolling in their sockets as the girl felt the tension building inside her.
At once, Vinyl jerked her head down, burying her face in Octavia's pussy, and pinched her nipple. Hard.
Octavia screamed. She felt her body on fire as she convulsed beneath Vinyl's skilful hands and tongue. "And that's 'slow' for you, huh." Vinyl smirked, licking her lips. The taste of Octavia was fresh on her tongue.
"D-do it again, please," Octavia whispered, setting down from the unexpected orgasm. And that's why fingers will never compare... well, apart from Vinyl's fingers, maybe. She wanted to bathe in this divine ecstasy again, and again, and again, until she couldn't feel herself any more. And then a little more.
"Do what, exactly?" Vinyl wondered innocently, clearly in the mood for some teasing. "Tell me, Ottavia, what do you want me to do?"
"T-that thing with your tongue," the cellist said, averting her eyes from Vinyl's lusty expression. Wouldn't hurt to be more assertive, would it, Ottavia? she scolded herself mentally.
"So..." Vinyl's finger traced the girl's curves, small, but beautifully sexy and utterly desirable. "You want me to put my tongue somewhere, right?" Come on, Ottavia, you're a smart girl. You can figure it out.
"I..." Octavia's voice almost broke as she suddenly felt her mouth run dry. "Iwantyoutoputitinmyvagina!" she blurted out, her cheeks reddening from the apparent obscenity she had to utter.
Vinyl sighed under her breath and suppressed an urge to facepalm. Octavia did need some education on dirty talk. Time to take the matter in my hands. "So, you want me to put my little skilful tongue in your dirty, desperate pussy?" she asked in a sultry tone, smooth as silk, but sharp and pointed as a needle.
"I-I-I..." Octavia was losing it. Vinyl was breathing onto her inner folds hotly, and saying such things, and she ached for a release, and she was pretty sure she could orgasm just from her teacher/flatmate's breath. "It's not dirty..." she let out meekly, embarrassed. "I wash it every day..."
Now, Vinyl couldn't resist a facepalm, despite the images of Octavia washing her pussy popping up in her head. "Ottavia, it's called 'dirty talk'," she explained calmly. Well, as calmly as the situation allowed her, with the cellist's trembling body and strained breath, and her long, slender legs locked behind Vinyl's back. When did she even get them there? the DJ mused off-handedly. "We use dirty talk during sex to fuel the flames of passion," Vinyl carried on in a tutoring tone, which she had pretty much perfected, her now being an actual teacher.
"Oh." Octavia chuckled sheepishly, unpleasant tension leaving her, with the pleasant tension remaining. "I... We can try again, maybe?"
Vinyl smiled at the hope and determination in the cellist's voice. "So, Octavia, what do you want me to do?" she asked as if the previous conversation had never occurred. Let's see if you can get it right, Ottavia...
"I want you to put your tongue in my pussy," Octavia replied firmly, eager to come off as a fast learner. After a few seconds of silence, "And I want you to lick it. Lick it fast and rough." The girl carried on with more confidence in her voice, "I want you to pierce me with your tongue, and your wonderful fingers to caress my neck, and hair, and breasts, and I want you to suck on my nipples greedily, like a- aaaah~"
Octavia couldn't finish her sentence in the wake of Vinyl failing to wait and burying her face in the cellist's pussy, attacking the girl's inner folds with as much passion and fervour as she could muster. Her left hand reached for the girl's neck, eager to follow the cellist's passionate demands, and started caressing her neck and long charcoal-black hair, while her right hand started squeezing Octavia's breasts, avoiding the nipples on purpose. No using cheap tricks, Vinyl, the teacher told herself. Let it come naturally. ...Hehe, "come".
Octavia shoved her pussy into Vinyl's face roughly, not even considering how the DJ was supposed to breathe - she just wanted to experience that amazing feeling again, the hopeless bucking of her legs, the bliss enrapturing her mind, the hazy delight of not feeling anything but that sheer ecstasy- Oh, here it comes! Octavia screamed, holding Vinyl's head firmly, not letting her bulge, not letting go.
Finally, Vinyl broke free, breathing heavily, her lungs absorbing the essential oxygen. "Wow, Ottavia, clingy much?" she teased, watching the cellist's face redden to a pink-ish crimson.
"Well, it's my first time, you know?" Octavia countered bashfully, averting her eyes. Suddenly, she felt Vinyl's hand on her shoulder, warm and sympathetic.
"Ottavia, look at me." The girl met Vinyl's beautiful red eyes with hers. She felt she could stare forever into those pools of crimson perfection. "It's all right. You're learning, right?" The cellist let out a little smile. "And I'm teaching you." Vinyl straightened up a little. "And the first lesson is, 'Render unto the licker what is the licker's," she said with a wise expression. Octavia deadpanned. Really, Vinyl? Really? "Hey, that's what the Book says. Listen, we just desire to see it cometh." Octavia could swear she saw a lightning bulb appear above Vinyl's head for a moment. "You get it, Ottavia? 'Cometh', as in-"
"I get it, Vinyl," the cellist interrupted her teacher before she could commit a terrible pun. "So... What exactly do I do?"
Seriously, Ottavia? Sul serio? [Seriously?] The urge to facepalm was growing unbearably. Still, Vinyl managed an indulgent smile. "Ottavia, you just do what I did to you." Remembering something, "It's easy." She winked. "Just like straddling a bike."
Octavia chuckled at the comparison. She remembered her early encounter with Vinyl and her motorbike - "Just like straddling a man... or a woman" - how long ago it had been! Now, however, she desired to bring the same satisfaction that the DJ had delivered to her. The girl fluttered her eyelashes in what she assumed was a sultry manner and began moving slowly towards Vinyl, who, by now, had crawled onto the bed. She advanced millimetre by millimetre, arching her back like a cat, licking her lips lustily. Hmm, I think I'm getting a grip on this, the cellist mused as she crawled closer, and closer, and she could see Vinyl's sweaty, flustered face now, and even closer and-
Thud.
"Ouch." Octavia looked at Vinyl from the (rather hard) floor as the DJ glanced over, checking if her student was all right.
"Ottavia, you okay?" Vinyl wondered, torn between concern and a wild desire to burst into laughter.
"Yes." The cellist covered her face with both hands, groaning at her own stupidity. "Let's just... forget it."
That was too much for Vinyl to handle. "You mean forget the whole thing or just the I-was-trying-to-look-sexy-and-fell-over part? Cause-"
"Vinyl," Octavia growled menacingly. "I hope you're into spanking. Because if you don't stop..."
Wow, questo non mi dispiacerebe tanto [Wow, that's actually kinda hot], Vinyl mused off-handedly. "Come here, Ottavia. I was messing with you."
The cellist crawled onto the bed, melting in the DJ's soft, possessive embrace. "I don't see you messing with me right now," Octavia purred into Vinyl's ear. "Because I can..." She kissed Vinyl's neck. Don't fall over don't fall over don't fall over... "Show you..." She brushed her nose against the DJ's ear, breathing hotly on Vinyl's skin. Don't fall over don't fall over don't fall over... "Some messing..." Yay I didn't fall over! Take that, floor!
Vinyl smiled awkwardly, stroking the cellist's hair. "Um, Ottavia. You know, that fall of yours..." She chuckled sheepishly. "It kinda killed the mood for a while. Let's just rest for a while, okay? I promise-"
Octavia forced her eyes shut, not listening to what Vinyl was saying. What an idiot I am... I had one chance. One chance and I blew it. Congratulations, Ottavia. Now Vinyl will never ever want to have sex with me again...
Suddenly, the weight of the DJ graced the cellist's legs. Vinyl grinned at the dumbfounded Octavia.
"Hey, the mood's back."
***
Octavia sighed in content, watching Vinyl snoring softly as the older woman curled up next to the younger one on the bed. She is so cute... It happened. It finally happened. It was a frightening concept - them being more than friends now. Would they have to hide it? Would they want to hide it? But... The things Vinyl had done to her... And even the things she had managed to do to Vinyl... She wanted to experience it again and again. And again.
But, on the other hand, hadn't they been more than just friends, even prior to this night, the most wonderful of nights? The bond they had established - the teacher-student bond: wasn't it more than mere friendship? There was a certain Oriental wisdom to it: Vinyl was her guru, her sensei. Hehe, Vinyl-sensei. Sounds weird. She looked at the sleeping DJ again. But she sure knows how to teach...
After all, Octavia smiled, Demonstration is the best education.
