Octavia closed the door after him, sighing with relief as she leaned her back against the wooden surface and slid down until she touched the floor.
“Good grief, was he clingy,” she muttered, letting her head fall back against the door with a small ‘thunk’. “To think he even went as far as to start talking about what our future would be like.” A brief chuckle escaped her and she stood up, readjusting the morning robe she put on quickly before herding… him out.
“Now that I think about it… what was his name?” She briefly scratched her head with a finger before shrugging the question off and making for the kitchen. She felt like having breakfast. While he was clingy, and a little annoying as a result, he had been more than just ‘well endowed’ and had worn out Octavia enough that she was famished.
A few minutes later and she sat at her small kitchen table while staring at the far wall, idly watching as the clock mounted on it ticked away. Tick tock tick tock. The clock was made to look like a LP Record, or a vinyl. Octavia groaned and stuffed the final piece of toast in her mouth, chewing slowly before swallowing.
“Nothing… No one,” she murmured, leaning back into the chair and looking up at the ceiling. Her raven coloured hair fell down freely over the back of the chair as a result. “Not a single woman or man has done anything. They have been gentlemen and fine ladies. Wild party goers and the biggest hunks of meat in town, but none of them have given me what I’m missing. What am I missing?” Leaning forward again, she rested her elbows on either side of her plate on the table and her head in her hands. “I’m over that girl. We ended it. She made it perfectly clear that she never wanted to see me again, and that I never wanted to see her again… So why have I felt like something is missing ever since she left!”
She sat like that for a few minutes, remembering back to when she and Vinyl Scratch left each other. She remembered how angry she had been, how hurt Vinyl had looked and, finally, those lovely red eyes filling with restrained fury as Vinyl turned and left.
“I hate her…” she whispered, her voice strained. A few moments passed in silence before she suddenly stood up, almost knocking the chair over in her hurry to get to her feet. “I should call Rose. Been a long time since I talked to her.”
She found her phone only after several minutes of searching her apartment, looking through every drawer and pocket she could find without any luck whatsoever. Even looking beneath the couch in the small living room yielded no results. It was only when the memory of last night came back that she remembered. Her phone was still in her purse, said item having been left on her night table before her dress had been all but ripped off of her.
*Beeep beep bee-*
”Hello, this is Roseluck. Who am I speaking with?”
“Hi Rose, it’s me, Octavia. I was wondering if you were in town today? I’m feeling a little down and could use a friend to talk to right about now.”
”Yeah… I’m in town. Everything alright, Tavi? You sound almost sad”
Octavia visibly bristled at the use of that specific nickname, even if Rose couldn’t see it. “Please don’t use that name,” she said quietly. The grip she had on her phone tightened ever so slightly. “You know what happened a year ago.”
”Oh! Sorry, Octavia. Must’ve slipped my mind… But you said you needed someone to talk to? I’ll be there in fifteen.” A chuckle came out through Octavia’s side of the phone. ”I’ll bring a bottle. That okay?”
“You and your alcohol,” Octavia replied with a small smile already pulling at the corners of her lips. “Sure, just bring whatever you like.”
”Awesome! I’ll see you then. Whatever it is you need to talk to me about, I’ll listen. See ya!”
“See ya.”
*Click*
The line went dead. Octavia sighed and placed the phone back on the night table beside her, having sat on her bed while the conversation took place. The small talk with Rose had done wonders for her mood already. They had known each other for several years and the only thing that had forced them to see each other less and less was Rose moving to a small town called Ponyville, situated a few hours from Canterlot. She hadn’t had much success with her flower shop in the big city, the competition being too big. Moving to Ponyville had done wonders for her, it seemed, as her business got the small kickstart it needed and she was now in possession of enough bits to live a decent life.
“I should probably take a shower and get dressed,” she said to herself, standing up and started for the bathroom. Once inside she shed her morning robe, letting it fall to the ground and exposing her naked body.
While she wasn’t so vain as to claim she was beautiful or anything of the sort, she did pride herself on her looks and did see herself as at least decently pretty(although her friends, Roseluck in particular, would tell her to stop downplaying herself). The regular gym visits had rewarded her with a slim and soft body. Wide round hips and shapely behind, flat stomach with a narrow waist, and little to no unwelcome fat anywhere on her body.
She smiled slightly as she looked herself in the mirror. Aside from her bed hair there wasn’t a lot she could complain about. Giving herself one last glance she turned the shower on and stepped inside, closing her eyes as the hot water hit her shoulders and head, causing her long hair to cling to her face and neck.
She stepped out a few minutes later, clean and refreshed. After a few moments of drying herself she walked back into her bedroom with a towel wrapped around her, intending to find a new pair of clothes.
A low hum escaped her while she looked through her drawer with underwear, trying to find something she wanted to wear. “How about… This one?” She drew out a black bra and panties with frills on the bra. She gave a cursory look at its size. “32C… A little too small. Why do I still have this?” She threw the bra over her shoulder before diving back into the drawer.
“Ah! This one. 34C, much better.” She withdrew a pair of grey panties and a matching bra. Both were of a simple design, except for the purple trebleclef on the front of the front-left of the panties. She let the towel drop and put on the underwear, smiling as both items fit nicely.
“Now to find some clothes…”
“I’m coming!” Octavia called as there was a series of knocks on the door. Two quick ones and a final one after a small pause. Only Rose used that one.
She walked up to the door wearing an elegant black dress that reached to to just above her knees. The top part of it fit well, hugging her curves where they should and showing a little cleavage. Living the life of an elite cellist often left marks on you. In Octavia’s case it was her inability to dress in clothes that would be considered casual by other people. In her eyes she was wearing a casual attire with aforementioned dress.
“Hello, Rose,” Octavia said with a smile as the red haired woman stepped inside, carrying a bottle of wine in one hand. “I’m glad you could come. Say… is that a Château Trotanoy from Prance?”
“As good an eye for fine stuff as ever,” Rose replied with a smirk as she brought the flask up to eye level. “What say you we break open this jewel and you can tell me what you need to?”
“I’ll get some glasses. Though I’ll only really need one if memory serves me right. You always end up drinking almost everything yourself.”
Rose stuck her lower lip out in a pout, doing her best to attempt an innocent look. “I never did that.” Octavia just looked at her. “Okay… maybe once or twice…” A shapely eyebrow lifted over a purple eye. “Okay okay… I end up drinking most of it when just the two of us drinks. But that only happened two out of six times!”
It was nice to be together with Roseluck again. She was a great friend that one could always count on. Did you have trouble with money? She’d lend you a few bits. Did you need a shoulder to cry on? She was your girl. And she was even a looker to boot. Her semi long bright red hair and bright green eyes made her one of the prettiest women Octavia knew. Had she not been straight, Octavia knew she would have gone for her.
“Let us,” she replied with a nod and retrieved two wine glasses from her kitchen and set them on the coffee table in the living room.
“So… What is it you wanted to talk about?” Rose asked, taking a place beside Octavia on the couch and handing her one of the two full wine glasses.
The cellist accepted the glass and looked into it while swirling around its contents. It was dark, a dark red. And red reminded her of-
“I’m frustrated,” she started. “I feel like there’s something missing. Something that just isn’t there and I can’t find it. I know that it’s something to do about being with someone, but no matter how many men or women I go with, nothing helps… I know drinking won’t help me, I tried that eight months ago. Worst hangover in history the morning after. I just… Ever since she left I’ve felt broken, and that’s even when I know how much she hates me, and how much I hate her!”
“Maybe…” Rose began, having laid a reassuring hand on her friend’s shoulder. She took a quick sip of her own wine. “Maybe you just miss h-”
“Don’t… Just. Don’t. If I missed her then why do I feel angry when I think about her? Why do I feel nothing but negativity when my thoughts drift to that harlot!?” Octavia looked up at her friend, eyes ablaze with anger. Whether it was by thought of a certain other woman, or Rose’s comment, could not be said. “I don’t miss her and I never will. Not after that day.”
The redhead sighed and sat down her glass on the table. She leaned back into the couch with her hands behind her head and looked up at the ceiling, her eyes roaming as she pondered on what to say next. “So… If that’s not it, then what is it you feel that’s missing?”
“It’s… It’s like a hole, of sorts…”
“A-And then she said, ‘I felt like a pincushion. He was just that small!’”
The two of them had been talking about what had happened since they had last talked. The topics had ranged far and wide, from innocent little gossips and funny scenarios to the tales of other friends’ sexcapades. Rose was currently roaring with laughter at her own joke, or rather, the tale of her sister, Lily.
Octavia smiled and emptied her glass of wine. It was her third, whereas Rose was on her sixth. She drank often but she had, surprisingly, never learned how to hold her liquor. She always got drunk, or maybe it was just because she acted that way deliberately. Octavia didn’t know.
They had been chatting for the past three or so hours, the first one having been spent with Octavia just saying what she had to say; how she felt something was missing (mentioned a lot of times), how she hated Vinyl, how everyone she took with her home seemed useless and unable to fill her “void,” or hole, as she called it. The rest of it was just idle chatter between friends.
Rose reached for the bottle and was about to pour herself another glass. When nothing came out she did what every sensible and drunk person would do; she upended the bottle and peered into it, resulting in a single drop of wine falling into her face. It was greedily licked away and the bottle put back on the table.
Octavia was, at this moment, a little affected as well. She could feel a pleasant buzz and knew that she was under the effects of alcohol, but not nearly as much as her friend. She smiled as an idea came to the forefront of her mind. She leaned over and laid a hand on Rose’s shoulder, letting the other sneak itself up on her thigh.
“So… What say we have a little fun and you try to… help me fill that hole of mine?” She whispered in her friend’s ear, letting the hand on Rose’s thigh slowly slide upwards in a decidedly suggestive manner as she moved ever closer.
“I-I… Octavia, stop it!” Rose exclaimed, doing her best to move away but failing as Octavia put more of her weight onto her, keeping her half pinned with her weight and her half-lidded gaze. “You know as well as I that I-I’m straight, so please just stop!”
Octavia pouted and moved away, shifting away so that there were a good half a metre between them. “You’re no fun,” she said in a tone of mock hurt, only to grin after a short while when she got a good look at the florist’s face. “Sorry, but I couldn’t resist.”
Rose shook her head in a motion of defeat, smiling faintly as she did so. “You’re impossible, Octavia,” she replied, letting out a small chuckle. “Anyway, I think it’s time I get on my way. I have a dinner plan with my parents and I usually help making the food. It’s approaching three and it’ll take me a good hour to get there. Canterlot is huge.” She gave Octavia an apologetic smile.
Octavia smiled. As nice as it was to have her friend visiting she also wanted some alone time with her cello, or something else. She loved Rose as if she were a sister, but the kind of sister that one just wanted to get away from every once in a while, regardless of how much one loved them. “Alright, I’ll see you then. I’ll see if I can come visit next week or so if that’s okay with you?”
“I’ll hold you to it!” She stood up and walked to the door, opening it halfway before throwing a smile at Octavia over her shoulder. “See you next week.” And with that, she was gone, the door clicking shut behind her. Octavia couldn’t help but notice that Rose had walked with a gait as straight as herself. She hadn’t been drunk, at least not as drunk as she pretended to be.
Sighing as she stood up, Octavia grabbed the empty bottle and glasses and headed for the kitchen. All the while her thoughts went rapid, the feeling of emptiness returning like a sledgehammer. Her facade cracked and eventually fell completely. She grit her teeth and slammed the bottle down on the kitchen table, having reached her destination by now.
“I must look like a slut to everyone that knows of this,” she murmured, having closed her eyes while attempting to calm herself. “Bringing home strangers just for a single roll in the hay, hoping that they are what I crave…” A rueful smile found its way to her lips. “Maybe a professional with some more experience can fill the void.” She pondered the idea for a moment, straightening and scratching her head in thought.
Yeah, she thought, a professional, and he or she’ll be the last one. She looked up and out the kitchen window, eyes focusing on a lone cloud in the horizon. “A call girl, or guy, I suppose,” she said to herself. “One last chance… If that doesn’t help, then I’m done.” She chuckled to herself. Not a happy or mirthful one, but a depressed one. “One more try, and then I’m done with love. Done with sex. I’ll buy a cat or two, become that crazy cat lady.”
Straightening, she turned and headed for her bedroom again. Her phone was on her bed where she had left it a few hours ago. She picked it up, dialled a memorised number (just in case) and waited for an answer.
”Hello, this is the AEA, Arcane Escort Agency. How may I help you?” a feminine voice asked from the other end of the line. She seemed to be middle aged if her voice was anything to go by. A bit too old for Octavia.
“Hello,” Octavia replied. “I understand that your agency is in charge of a number of escorts?”
”That is correct,” Octavia could almost hear the smile playing on the other woman’s lips. ”We pride ourselves on having some of the most experienced and excotic escorts in the country. So, tell me young lady, do you have any preferences? Gentleman, perhaps? Forgive me for making assumptions but you sound like a refined lady.”
“No, I-”
”What about build? Tall? Muscular? Would you like him to be well endowed or-”
“Please!” Octavia exclaimed with some exasperation. “I apologise for my outburst, Miss, but may I have a moment to speak?” At least now I know she isn’t one of the call girls or guys, she added in her thoughts.
”Oh, my. I did it again. My apologies, I have a habit of getting ahead of myself. What did you wish for? We have escorts of every kind; Unicorns, Pegasi and Earthians.”
“Right… thanks. The thing is, miss, I’m more interested in a… female escort. Preferably a unicorn. Do you have any that know how to work magic and are not opposed to --umm-- working, with other women? Also, I am in Canterlot if that is of any help.”
”Knowing where you are helps a lot. Let’s see, hmm… Yes, there is one in Canterlot. She goes by the name ‘Melody’ or ‘Magical Melody’ as we tend to call her. She’s one of our most well received escorts despite being one of the newest. She’s a feisty one and knows how to work her magic, if the emails I receive are anything to go by. I can give you a detailed description of her, if you want?”
“No, it’s alright. She sounds perfect. Also, I would like for her to meet up at my home. Emberstreet 15, second floor, apartment two. Is that possible?”
”It is more than possible. Her on-hours start in one hour. I can send her to you as her first today. Is that acceptable?”
“It sounds perfect. I’ll be waiting.”
She ended the call with a small click and laid the phone down on the night table, letting herself fall down on her back in the bed. “I’m actually looking forward to this,” she whispered with a small smile. This “Magical Melody” sounded like an interesting one. She at least sounded like one where you could say that she ended her entire sexcapade with a ‘bang’. “I wonder what kind of girl she is.”
Octavia was violently roused from her nap by some incessant knocking on the door. She grumbled under her breath, both in annoyance at having been woken up and for having fallen asleep. She quickly glanced at the small mirror she had on her night table, a small grimace found its way to her face. Her hair was in a horrible state; hairs sticking out haphazardly with with no rhyme or reason.
She sighed and quickly found a brush and started sorting out the knots and tangles of her hair. It wasn’t as bad as it would have been from a full night of turning and tossing, but it was bad enough.
“Come in! I’ll be right there!” She shouted from within her bedroom, then made her way into the living room after having heard the door opening and clicking shut again.
“I’m sorry for the wait, I accidentally fell aslee-” Octavia stopped dead in her tracks, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. One hand held her hair while the other was in mid-brush, having stopped as well when she saw the Escort.
Octavia wasn’t the only one that had stopped dead in her tracks. The escort was a women of roughly the same height as Octavia, blue hair with cyan stripes that reached to her shoulder blades and ruby red eyes. Both were things that made the woman easily recognisable. Her name was Melody, it was.
“Vinyl…” Octavia whispered. A thousand thoughts went through her head, from why she was here to how beautiful she actually looked. She wore a pair of tight jeans and a tight top that left her toned belly visible. A pair of large breasts strained the cloth.
“Octavia,” Vinyl replied, eyes just as wide as her former lover’s, her curved lips parting in astonishment. Of all the people she had expected, of all the possibly jobs, she had never expected it to be Octavia.
She’s let her hair grow out, Octavia absently remarked, giving the other woman a once-over. She begrudgingly accepted that it actually looked good on her.
“So… What now?” Vinyl asked, looking around the living room. It was nothing special; A large potted plant stood beside the single couch in the room, flanked by the coffee table and then a small television on the other side of said table. A single chair stood by the coffee table, on the opposite side of the war wall in which were two large windows letting in plenty of light.
The cellist sighed and walked over to the table, putting the brush down and turning towards her escort again. “Just… Just do your job,” she said, doing her best to keep both composure and pride intact. She would not allow her old feelings to emerge. They were over and done, and nothing could change it. Nor would she let her anger get the best of her, lashing out would make it no better.
“Alright,” she replied with seemingly no emotion in neither voice nor face. “Where?”
She received no response from Octavia, but instead watched as the cellist stepped over to the couch and began removing the cushions, then pull out something beneath it until there was no longer a couch, but a sofa bed. She also pulled out a white sheet from beneath it and spread it out across. “Here,” she said, throwing a look over her shoulder. “Unless there are any complaints?”
Vinyl shook her head briefly and walked towards her with a swaying gait, having left her shoes by the door. Octavia turned to look, sitting down on the sofa bed and scooting back as if afraid of the approaching woman.
Vinyl caught Octavia’s gaze with her own as she slowly walked closer, hips swaying, bright red keeping deep purple prisoner. Her entire demeanor had changed from uncaring to suddenly alluring and seductive, the latter proven by her as she slowly undid the buckle of her belt and the zipper as well. She were only three steps away when the zipper came undone and she started slowly pulling the leggings down. She turned around and made a show of bending forward as she deliberately pushed her ass out.
Black… Black panties. By Celestia do they look good on her. She would have berated herself for inwardly complimenting, and admiring, Vinyl’s body, but decided that it meant nothing about their relationship with each other.
Vinyl turned back around and grabbed the edges of her top, pulling it upwards with deliberate slowness that did nothing to help alleviate the warmth that was starting to spread through her lower body. The top soon found its way over Vinyl’s breasts, revealing a black bra pressing together the large bosom also revealed.
“What’re you still doing with your clothes on?” Vinyl asked, voice playful. She licked her lips as she leaned forward, grabbing one of the straps keeping up Octavia’s dress and slid it off her shoulder with the other following soon after. Octavia made no move to stop her, her eyes mesmerized by the breasts now right in front of her eyes.
One of her hands lifted, on its own accord she would say, and moved up and behind Vinyl’s back, reaching for the clasp. It came undone with a small click. She glanced up and saw the escort/DJ’s --is she still a DJ?-- face. Their eyes locked again. Vinyl leaned back up and grabbed the straps of her bra and pulled down slowly until, eventually, it came off, revealing her bosom.
They’ve grown, Octavia observed absentmindedly, finding it more and more difficult to not reach out and touch them. They were so big and barely sagged whatsoever. It almost looked like they were fake, but Octavia knew better. They were real. Very real.
“Eyes up here, sweetie,” Vinyl said with a small chuckle, letting the bra drop and grabbed the cellist’s hands, pulling her up to stands. “How ‘bout we get that dress off of ya?” Octavia barely had timed to nod before she felt the other woman press against her, the sound of a zipper opening reaching her ears almost immediately after.
Vinyl pulled away and she could feel the dress slipping. It took a few seconds of fidgeting before it came off, leaving her standing only in her underwear. Blood rushed to her cheeks when she felt the red eyes on her body, especially around the only covered areas. She needed no further prompting, and reached behind her and unclasped her own bra, letting it fall to the floor as well. She could hear a breath being sucked in as she did so.
She looked up, trying to hide any emotion in her face but failing. She couldn’t help a small smile from tugging at the corners of her lips. No matter how much she wished it was not so, she was enjoying this so far. I was enjoying it just as much with all the others, she thought, fighting down the blush.
Vinyl placed both her hands on her shoulders and pushed, forcing Octavia to first sit down, and then lie down on the sofa bed. She she started crawling over her, Octavia scooted backwards until her legs were no longer hanging over the edge. One of Vinyl’s hands placed itself on her hip, slowly moving up and down a few times before continuing upwards and finding her breast, squeezing lightly.
Octavia sighed and let her own hands roam, from the full behind that was Vinyl’s, to her wide hips and up her sides. Her hands found Vinyl’s breasts just as hers had found Octavia’s. She squeezed lightly, earning a smile from the DJ/Escort, before moving her hands to her neck and let them roam across her back.
Meanwhile, Vinyl had leaned down and started placing small kisses across Octavia’s collarbone and lower part of her neck, her hands softly massaging the breast is covered. She was rewarded with a low hum when she concentrated on her magic and started pulling teasingly at the cellist’s panties, a pair of panties she remembered all too well. Not because she had seen them up close often, but because she had bought them.
As soon as Octavia felt them pulled off enough that her nether regions were revealed, she, too, grabbed Vinyl’s pair and pulled down. The hand around her breast moved away and so did the weight on the sofa bed. She opened her eyes, having closed them shortly after they had begun, and saw Vinyl slipping off her last bit of clothing, followed by her own as a faint blue aura, the same surrounding one of the DJ’s hands, pulled them off.
“How about we get started for real, then?” Vinyl leaned over her again, supporting the majority of her weight with her left hand, her right one sliding downwards from Octavia’s stomach. She leaned down and planted another kiss on her collar bone. A pleased sigh was her reward, but it would be much more than just that soon.
Her hand roamed downward, eventually coming upon the gap between Octavia’s legs. She moved around, never really touching but coming close enough that it made the other woman squirm. Feeling generous, she let her fingers flick over her lower lips briefly, causing a small gasp. Vinyl grinned and continued with her teasing, occasionally letting her fingers touch the labia. Her kisses continued moving downward until her head hovered over the other’s breasts. She looked up at Octavia, their eyes locking once more. Her cheeks were red and her eyes were burning with need.
Vinyl nodded once and brought her head down, giving one nipple a quick kiss before taking it between her lips, letting her tongue flick over and around it while she suckled lightly, earning low moans from the raven-haired woman.
She’s good, she thought, probably because she remembers a few things from back the- “Ah!” One of Vinyl’s fingers her flicked across her clitoris, sending a jolt of pleasure through her.
“Like that, didn’t you?” Vinyl teased, her finger once again finding the overly sensitive nub and started playing around with it..
“S-shut up.”
Vinyl just grinned. “With how wet you are already, I’d say you do.” She said no more but instead resumed the work with her mouth, this time biting down ever so lightly on the nipple before planting her lips right between the two mounds. Right where she always liked it.
While Octavia was already wet enough that she was dripping a little onto the sheet, Vinyl could also feel a very familiar heat and a wetness between her legs. Removing her hand from Octavia’s nethers, she reposition herself to be on all four above the cellist. She leaned down, attempting to capture her lips but was met with a cheek, Octavia having defiantly turned her head to the side.
“I only kiss the ones I love,” she whispered, her words almost inaudible.
So do i. Vinyl didn’t reply out loud, instead moving to Octavia’s neck, biting lightly here, kissing there, and always moving further and further down. She had lowered herself so that she was lying on top of Octavia, their bodies pressed tightly together.
She continued moving downwards, peppering her with kisses and small licks. Her right hand moved down between the two of them, her fingers seeking, and finding, Octavia’s lower lips. She carefully moved her middle finger around, trying not to prick her with her nails, and soon found what she sought.
Octavia let out a moan when Vinyl’s finger found its way into her and started moving in and out in slow and even movements. Her hips made small involuntary movements, lifting against Vinyl’s hand to increase her own pleasure. She felt something envelop her breasts again. Looking down saw that they were held in a soft blue glow. It felt exactly as if a pair of hands were massaging them.
Heavy breathing, leaving stains on the sheets, almost immobile, closed eyes and clearly enjoying it… Everything is check, Vinyl smirked and pulled her finger out, repositioning herself to sit above Octavia. Her eyes opened and she looked up at Vinyl, confusion marring her features.
Her confusion was not diminished when Vinyl brought up a hand and clenched it into a fist, then stretched out her index and middle finger before pointing them downwards, a blue glow enveloping her hand.
“Get ready,” Vinyl whispered and let her fingers whip forward like a bell.
Octavia’s eyes widened and her mouth opened in shock. She felt a large phallic object spreading her apart and pushing far into her. She moaned loudly, letting her pleasure be known to the woman on top, whom only let her hand swing back and move forward again in the same motion, pulling the arcane dildo out of her before thrusting it in again. She kept doing this, though she stopped doing the movement with her fingers and just focused on letting the magic do its own work; thrusting in and out with the depth of the penetration increasing slowly over time.
“D-D-don’t... you dare… stop,” she said, frequent moans keeping her from forming more coherent sentences.
Vinyl leaned down to her ear, giving it a small playful bite before whispering. “I won’t.” It was at this point, just as she was about to sit back up that Vinyl felt something she hadn’t expected. A pair of soft lips pressed briefly against her neck. She said nothing seeing as Octavia had her eyes closed and pretended that nothing had happened. That, or she was once against lost in the pleasure racing through her body.
Repositioning herself so that their crotches were above each other, Vinyl was about to change her spell so that it also entered her. While it was her job to give Octavia what she wanted, she wanted some herself. She didn’t get to, however, as she suddenly found herself on her back with Octavia on top of her, the latter’s head almost already between her legs.
Vinyl blinked. Hadn’t expected that.
Any more thoughts were cut off as her lips were parted and her nether regions invaded by Octavia’s tongue. She wasted no time in teasing, no time building up. She went straight for the main course, already poking through the vulva and into her depths.
“T-Tavi~!” She moaned, wrapping her right hand around her breast while the other grabbed the sheet. She took her nipple between two fingers and pinched it lightly before kneading it and the rest of her breast needingly.
By now, the spell that Vinyl had used to conjure the magical dildo-object had grown to the point where it went so far in that it almost banged against her cervix. Vinyl smiled and enveloped her left hand in blue magic, stretching out only her index and middle finger again. After a few moments, however, she stretched out her ring finger as well.
The magic forced Octavia’s vagina to spread even further, forcing her inner walls farther apart as the width of the invading object increased. The muffled half-moan half-scream that came from her told Vinyl that it was a good move. The continuous moans that followed were another indication.
Why do I feel like this, Octavia thought as she made an extra effort to force her tongue farther into the hot depths of Vinyl. No one else ever m-made me feel this hot, this… this happy. Her eyes shot open and she let out a high-pitched moan. The magic dildo had widened again, spreading her farther than she ever had before. By the g-goddesses… I feel so full… So g-good.
The twice-increased width of the arcane object had brought her close to her limit. Some far-off shred of sympathy for her neighbours kept her attempting to keep her moans and shrieks to a minimum, but even that coupled with every sound she said being muffled, due to her face being buried in Vinyl’s nethers, did not help very much.
Feeling herself so close, she withdrew her tongue and instead took the DJ’s nub between her lips, suckling it and flicking her tongue over it repeatedly, eliciting moans from Vinyl as high pitched as her own.
This went on for only a few seconds before she felt the fire in her loins spread outwards, filling her entire body and finally settling in the center of her chest. Embers were relit. With one last mighty thrust into Octavia, and one strong flick over Vinyl’s clit, they both let out twin moans of unbridled pleasure, the two of them having climaxed simultaneously.
The fire in Octavia’s loins had extinguished, washed away by the tides of pleasure brought onto her by Vinyl’s magic. Another fire, one born of embers left within her, was burning bright at this very moment.
Exhausted and spent, she crawled up beside the other woman and collapsed beside her, one arm laying across Vinyl. “That… was… amazing,” she said between deep breaths.
Vinyl said nothing. She just lay there, looking up at the ceiling with a small smile on her face. What she thought about was anyone’s guess.
Fifteen minutes, half an hour. Octavia couldn’t tell. She only knew that she and Vinyl had been lying beside each other for an extended period of time, waiting to regain their breath. They had moved very little, the only thing being that Vinyl had also put on arm around Octavia; the two of them lying halfway on their sides with one arm around the other.
Octavia, having taken Vinyl’s hand in hers, lazily played with the other’s fingers. Only now had she see a small detail that had gone unnoticed until now. Where Vinyl had been a proclaimed tomboy once, with short hair, short nails, refusing to wear make-up of any kind, etc, her nails were now long and painted with a cyan colour similar to the one in her hair.
“Vinyl,” Octavia asked slowly, still lazily playing with Vinyl’s fingers.
“Hmm?”
“Why’d you let your hair and nails grow out?” she asked. “You never did so… back then. This is the first time I’ve seen your hair be longer than barely shoulder length… And you never wanted to have long nails like I… What changed?”
Vinyl sighed and brought her free hand under her head before speaking. “Us… We changed. Everything changed. We broke up after my stupid accident and… I felt like everything just crumbled down around me.”
“You didn’t answer my question.” Octavia craned her neck to look up at Vinyl as best she could, her eyes demanding an answer. “What changed? Why did you suddenly choose to change this much? And why did you start working as a call-girl?”
Vinyl Scratch closed her eyes and sighed again. “You.”
Octavia raised an eyebrow, confused. “Come again?”
“You…”
“One more time, louder please.”
“You. That’s why I chose to change my appearance. I missed you, Octavia, a whole fucking lot. Everywhere I looked, I saw you. No, not in the way that you think. I wasn’t hallucinating or anything, but I saw something that reminded me of the life we had almost everywhere… I let my hair and nails grow out because you once said you’d like me to. Don’t ask me why since we weren’t together anymore. It just… felt right.” She paused for a few moments before she chuckled. “Plus, far more guys than ever have turned to look at me. Turns out having long hair is a thing a lot of guys like! As for why I chose to become a call-girl… I went through a rough period and needed some more money. They payed good and there were few, but friendly, customers. I just never bothered to quit even after I got back up on top.”
Octavia smiled, for the first time since Vinyl came through the door did she not try to stop it. “That they do… Also, how come your breasts got bigger?” She reached over and squeezed one for emphasis. “Mine stopped growing three years ago, we’re the same age so how do yours still grow!?”
“Late bloomer. Believe it or not, but a year and a half before we met I was practically flat chested. I had nothing whatsoever. Then, well, I’d say I ‘blew up’. Grew two cup sizes in the span of three months. I shit you not. From there it was uphill. You won’t believe how quickly I had to buy new bras. Though, I think they’re stopped growing now. No changes in the last six months. Not that I’m complaining… These E-cups are heavy.”
For the next few minutes, nothing more was said between them. For the time being, they just stayed together for the first time in so long.
Suddenly, Octavia turned and sat up halfway. Vinyl looked up at her, awaiting her next move. What she did she would not have seen coming in a million years. Octavia slapped her. While Vinyl would normally get angry and possibly lash out in return after having been struck, the mischievous smile on Octavia’s lips kept her from doing so.
“That was for breaking my cello back then,” She said, laying down beside Vinyl again, wrapping one arm around her.
“That hurt,” Vinyl mumbled, putting a hand to her cheek. “And… I am sorry about that, truly. I fell when I wanted to try and play on it to impress you, to show what I could do… Did you know I had been taking secret cello lessons for a few months when that happened?”
“No… I didn’t.” Octavia sat up, tugging her legs under her and looked down at Vinyl with a small frown. “You never told me? I thought you just said you wanted to impress me to try and get out of breaking my cello…”
A smile found its way to Vinyl’s lips again. “No, I took those lessons and I still take them… I’d say I’ve become pretty good.”
That made Octavia think. She had hated Vinyl for so long because she broke her cello, and the following fight where both of them had done everything to hurt the other. It was a childish fight, but Vinyl’s words had struck deep. She sighed. Yes, she had hated her. Yes, she had been angry and hurt. But… could she get over that hurt? Could she possibly trust Vinyl? Could she trust her enough to, even for only a short while, play her cello?
In the span of only a few seconds, she had made her choice. She got up off the sofa bed and made for her bedroom. She returned moments later carrying her instrument of choice. She stopped when she stood beside the chair, let the cello down on the ground but still holding it, and turned to Vinyl.
“Prove it. Show me that you can play the cello. My cello.”
To say that Vinyl was surprised would be an understatement. She was shocked, astonished, amazed that Octavia would trust her with her most prized possession. Her jaw would have hit the floor had she lived in a cartoon. This was the biggest show of trust that anyone had ever showed her, bar none.
“O-Okay.” She stood up and moved over, taking the cello and bow from Octavia before she sat down in the chair. She closed her eyes and put the bow to the string. She looked through her own mind and sought what inspired the most. She smiled as a picture of Octavia was brought to the forefront of her mind.
Without a second’s more hesitation, she played.
Many times has Octavia been surprised in her life, but never had she been as surprised as she was now. She had to admit to herself that she had still thought Vinyl’s words to be lies, but they turned out to be true if the music coming from the cello at this very moment was any indication. She knew how to play the cello, alright. She really knew how to play it.
She couldn’t help a smile from breaking out onto her lips. Vinyl never lied to her. She knew that now. Only one question remained, however, what would happen now?
A few minutes passed before Vinyl stopped playing. She put the bow down on the table, set the cello balancing up against the chair and stood up, walking over to sit beside Octavia on the bed again.
They sat in silence for some time. Neither of them moved and only looked at each other, searching for something.
“Vinyl,” Octavia asked after some time, breaking the Dj out of her stupor.
“Yes?”
“How much do I owe you? This… You know, you came here for work and… I’ve gotta pay you.” She looked down on her own legs, hands clenched together to keep herself from fidgeting nervously.
“I… There’s only one price,” she said slowly, looking up at the ceiling, her red eyes hesitant, scared… hopeful. “
“Which is?”
She looked to Octavia, their eyes met once again. She almost didn’t dare say it, but by Celestia did she have to. It was now or never, all or nothing. “I want you. I want us to get back together, move past that accident way back then and start over. Octavia, I want there to be an us, you and me.” As she spoke, tears threatened the spring forth. Small crystal-like droplets forming in the corners of her ruby eyes. “I’ve missed you so god damn much. So please… come back.”
Octavia’s reaction went from surprise, to shock, to fear and confusion until, finally, it settled on hesitation. Before her sat one of the strongest women she had ever known, a woman that had never backed down from any challenge, had stared down guys much bigger than her when they threatened her. And here she was… crying, sobbing even.
“Vinyl,” she spoke her name softly, putting one hand beneath Vinyl’s chin and lifted her head up to look at her. The look she received was one laying their heart bare and hoping that, against all odds, it would not be crushed. She knew what to do and, In that instant, she did something she had never expected herself to ever do again. For the first time in a year she kissed somebody.
She kissed Vinyl.
I only kiss the ones I love.
Author's Note
And here it is, Ladies and Gentlemen, my first attempt at a clopfic in the history of ever!
I tried to mix a story with shameless sex. I hope I didn't do too bad.
What do you guys think? 
