Half Past Octavia

She shrugged casually and slipped on a pair of my jeans that hugged her figure and complimented her very well also covering her purple tattoo. I was finally able to lower my hands from my eyes and look at her normally, though she was just staring at me like I was weird. The moment drew on awkwardly for what seemed like an eternity until I found it unbearable and broke the perpetual silence.

“So you said your name was Octavia?” I asked her unbelievingly, as I put all she was saying together and finally determined that it was insane.

“Well, last time I checked it was. Octavia of Canterlot, renowned cello player and composer.” She chimed confidently with a beam.

“So you’re from like Equestria or something?” I asked mockingly, my expression saying ‘yeah right.’

“Yes. Is that so hard to believe?” she hissed at me as she put her hands on her hips, now on the defensive.

“Actually yes, how do I know you’re not some weird fan of the show or something? I mean who gets a tattoo of a treble clef on their ass just like Octavia from My Little Pony?!” I snapped waving my hands in the air to emphasize it.

She just looked at my dumbfounded, an eyebrow cocked and her arms crossed. “What show…?” Then her expression turned into genuine worry. “Are you saying you know me?”

Something poking at the back of my head told me that this conversation wasn’t going to end very well but I didn’t listen and I pressed on. “The only ‘pony’ I know named Octavia is from a cartoon. Which means that can’t possibly be you; you’re a human being for the love of god!” I shouted at her now clearly irritated. I turned on my computer and pulled up the episode that Octavia aired on in the Grand Galloping Gala and moved out of the way to show her. She stayed quiet as her purple eyes scanned the computer screen, but her expression said it all; it was a look of horror as she witnessed her pony self playing the Pony Poky. After it ended she sat on my bed and just starred at nothing for quite some time, her pupils wide with disbelief. At first I figured that was that and began to stand but what happened next broke my heart. At first it started as a series of low sniffles and then I saw her hands clench into fists on her lap and finally I witnessed drops falling onto her jeans, soaking into it and leaving moist darkened spots.

‘Oh no…what have I done?!’ I thought to myself frantically as I merely watched her weep. Her head was hung low but that did nothing to stop the sound of her crying as wave after wave of tears fell into her lap. There was nothing much I could really do at this point but sit down next to her and try to console her. I got up and walked across the room and sat on my bed next to her, though she hardly took notice through her wails.

I began to wrap and arm around her as she made a futile struggle to escape my embrace whimpering as she did so. “Get away from me…get away-” she began but then cut off as she figured it was useless and pressed against me in a hug, burying her face in my shoulder. I didn’t know what to really do; I’d never been in a situation like this with someone who wasn’t family.

I began to stroke her hair and coo in her ear at barely a whisper. “Hey, it’s okay…it’s going to be fine. I’m sorry if I hurt you. What’s the matter?”

She answered back, her voice shaking in and out between sobs. “I remember…that! How…what is…going on?!”
As her tears soaked my shoulder it finally dawned on me that maybe…maybe she wasn’t crazy, maybe she was really Octavia. The proof was pretty convincing, she had a treble clef tattoo on her, she had the same clothes even to the pink bow and the exact same hair style as well as hair color. I continued to hold her comfortingly as she cried, resting my cheek on her head letting her warmth seep into me and vice versa. When subconsciously I began to run my hand down her leg though she did nothing to stop me, she probably didn’t even notice through the tears.

I tilted her head up by her chin and looked into her lavender eyes its deep color entrancing me and chimed. “It’s okay…it’ll be fine…” Without another moments thought I pressed my lips against hers, her soft tender pink lips still baring the taste of Jasmine. At first, her eyes were wide with surprise as she obviously didn’t expect it but then…then her eyes closed slowly as she kissed back, tears still streaming down her rosy cheeks.

It was nice, nothing serious, just a little pop kiss but the sensation of her pressed against me and having my lips pressed against hers was enough to send me over the edge of ecstasy. What? Penis is evolving! Penis has evolved into boner! It was true, within moments I was subject to my own body as a raging boner came into play. Things were steering into a direction where several hours ago she would have probably slapped me but I guessed under the circumstances it was okay. After several minutes, things got a bit more intimate as we both fell to the mattress me on top of her and the pop melted into a make out. The tears were still streaming down her cheeks and her hair was strewn about but she didn’t seem to care as I toyed with her tongue playfully, enjoying every second as low whimpers of moans were emitting from Octavia.

I slid my hand under her sweat shirt and began to fondle her breasts and she broke off from the kiss, looking me in the eyes. Her eyes were glazed with pleasure as her face began blush. Even if she was a pony at some point, sex seemed to be a universal thing. She nodded to me and that was all I needed to get started. ‘Awwww yeahhhh!’ I thought in triumph. ‘Today, I become a man!’ I slid off my pants and undergarments, revealing myself to her. Her expression was still one of sadness though the sadness had been replaced by momentary lust, the need for comfort. I slid off her jeans as she lifted a bit to help me, her plot clear in sight. My first time actually seeing one not in anatomy classes or in videos and it was much better than I could have dreamed. It was time. I began to prepare myself for the plunge when the biggest cock block in the world began.

A series of bangs came from the door and a deep masculine shout came from my door. “Hey, open up! Campus dorm inspections!” the voice boomed sternly. Then a memory about Jansford policy rang though my head, ‘no visitors inside of dorms what so ever.’ I was so fucked!

To be continued...