Synthesizer

Synthesizer
"A synthesizer is a controlled musical instrument that can be operated by either a machine or a musician to imitate a variety of sounds."

Every slap against the other's bare flank sent waves of satisfaction through each of the mares. It was an unparalleled feeling for Octavia, one she had never experienced with any pony else in her entire life. To be tangled, turned about across the covers and wrapped and enveloped in Vinyl's beautiful blue mane. Among the darkness, her partners pale form shown through, allowing her to track her curves. Looking at them alone during the day was already enough to often make her slick between her legs. To be grinding against them was unreal. She shut her eyes for a moment, savoring the feeling, taking it all in as unintelligible moans flew from he core. All of a sudden, a set of lips clung against her own and pinned her down against the bed-stand, their tongues rolling inside each other. The pair lips pulled away from this kiss, landing softly on Octavia's neck. Then her chest. Then her hips. Eventually, when they met her own labia, she was powerless to do anything but foalishly roll around as she gripped Vinyl's head, her eyes still shut tight with pleasure, and roll her around so her cheek would brush against her inner thigh with every lick.

Vinyl Scratch's hooves wrapped around Octavia's waist, letting her pull herself in close. Not that that was need however. Octavia was already pressing her firmly into her plot by now as she pushed at the back of her head, twisting and pulling at her mane seductively all the while as she tasted the musician with every lick. As Octavia rolled her around across her thigh, Vinyl felt herself brush against Octavia's smooth coat, right where her cutie mark should be. Octavia's dapper grey didn't show nearly as well in the dark as Vinyl did, each knew the other's body well enough now to be able to find every special spot that each would as some point cry out to have stimulated. Vinyl pulled away from pleasuring her to look up at the cellist. No doubt even in the darkness of the room her lovely red eyes would show through, piercing her heart with all the love she had for her. She couldn't see Octavia's face, but Scratch felt her tremble and quiver under her touch. She knew how much she meant to her, and always worked to return the favor. With this in mind, Scratch dove at Octavia's flank, tracing a treble cleft up and down her leg with her tongue to match her cutie mark. Slowly but steadily, the bliss became almost painful for poor Octavia as Scratch felt her slowly occelate her waist, silently crying out for relief.

With a yelp from the gray pony, Vinyl stopped tracing Octavia's thigh and dove back into her clit, working her from every possible angle. Angles Octavia didn't even know she had. With another yelp, Octavia thrust upwards, forcing Vinyls tongue deeper into her mound as she climaxed in almost a polite silence. She felt her juices rush down her leg as Vinyl struggled to lap up every drop before it rolled down he leg into the sheets. Spent, Octavia feel asleep to the warmth and pleasure of her dearest friend working harder and harder to force her into euphoria.

Octavia awoke just as she had every night for the last three years, next to Vinyl Scratch. The setting, bed, and, more often then not, even the sheets might change day by day, but through and through, she was always next to her friend, and that was all that mattered. She had never asked for anything else. It was funny to think of how often Scratch would attempt to get inside her head to learn some way of improving herself in her eyes. When it was all said and done however, there was no hope in her trying to be any better than she already was. She was perfect. Immaculate even. There was no way of telling her that of course. How could you even put that to words?

After waking up, she already found herself looking into her beautiful expression, letting her take in how magnificent her partner looked lying there in slumber. Octavia had no idea how long she simply rested gazing into her before getting to good since to look around the room. There was no mistaking it, this was their room alright. The room was barely lit from whatever bit of light would leak through the heavy wooden shutters. Octavia thought back to a time in Canterlot where she would look forward each morning to the sunshine bursting into her wide open windows every morning for it to awaken her, to kiss her skin, to warm her coat as she would brush out her mane in the morning sun. Vinyls condition however no longer allowed a bright morning to be an option. Octavia honestly didn't mind.

"Don't worry about it at all darling, I have you to warm me each morning," she would have to tell Vinyl time and time again every morning when she would ask if she wanted the window open. Each time Vinyl seemed to not believe her until eventually one day she just stopped apologizing. Octavia knew her eyes weren't quite as keen to changing from light to dark as other ponies. She would never, not in a million years, call them broken however, or secondhand in any way. They were the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. While Scratch herself lamented her blood-red eyes for all the problems they caused, they only added up to one of the thousands of reasons why Octavia was madly in love with her.

Octavia had no idea how long she laid there, letting Vinyl's sleeping breath kiss her neck, looking her over with an enticing affection for her. After what seemed like hours of basking in her glow, Vinyl opened her eyes to the sight of her friend. While Octavia couldn't hear it, Vinyl's heart skipped a beat when she awoke to Octavia's deep purple stare. Her eyes seemed cool, intelligent, and comforting. It never mattered how irresponsible or ignorant Vinyl might have been, she always knew that Octavia, with her intelligent, loving gaze would be there supporting her. The thought of her beautiful eyes was almost enough to get her in the mood for love again, before she finally spoke.

"You know, you are the one thing that I look forward to seeing when I wake up," Vinyl spoke with a lithe smile.

"Last night was wonderful, Scratch," Octavia replied, brushing her mane behind her ear, "We could have nights only half as magical every day for the rest of my life, and I would still miss a concert time to be with you."

Vinyl chuckled playfully. She was never sure if Octavia was being genuine or just talking dirty the best she could. To an extent, it was almost more tantalizing to keep herself guessing.

"You didn't mention to me that you had a concert scheduled last night Tavi! You know you don't have to skip you career for me."

"I wanted to do this," Octavia reminded her, scootching herself closer to Scratch and placing herself into her arms as the playfully twisted her main in her hooves, "Besides, it is not every day that it is our three year anniversary."

Scratch tried to clear her head. Was that what last night was all about? It was hard to remember all the details before the sex. She may have been a bit less liberal on the amount she drank than Octavia, making her head scream out against her in a lingering hangover. Still, she wrapped Octavia in her arms as she nuzzled her neck, smelling her scent as she pulled her in close to whisper in her ear sensually.

"Why don't you go down the stairs and get ready to go out for breakfast while I clean up a little up here."

Octavia turned in her arms, facing Scratch so that their bodies touched and their faces were spaced only a few precious inches from each other.

"Perhaps lunch," she corrected kindly, her voice like a calm spring breeze, "It is almost noon. You have been sleeping almost all day. I didn't mind it however. Just as long as I could spend that time next to you."

"Jeez Tavi," Scratch groaned reaching over to the bed stand to her sunglasses, "Between the amount of time you let me sleep in, I think I am only really on year two of this three-year relationship."

Octavia gave a pleasant laugh as she rose from the bed and over to the window shutters. She turned to her partner, who offered a quick nod of approval as she place on here glasses before opening the window, allowing a warm sunlight to fill the room. As the warm rays shown through, Octavia's figure became a silhouette against the midday sun. She was so elegant, so graceful. Through it all though, Scratch knew that she resented it. Her soft skin and womanly figure was so erotic to both her and others, Octavia feared that she would always be known merely for her body and not her glorious music.

"Don't look, but listen!" Octavia would often dictate as Scratch would eye her curves whilst Octavia would serenaded her with the magnificent notes she could produce with her cello before making love. Little did Octavia know however, that they were just one of the thousands of reasons Scratch was, just as the other, madly in love.