Love Unto Yourself in B-Minor

by TittySparkles

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Octavia, Romance, Sex, DJ P0N-3
Length: 6778

Vinyl convinces Octavia to have her own clone. Octavia proceeds to have sex with it.

Octavia has a high opinion of herself, and though she lives with the less than subtle DJ by the name of Vinyl Scratch, she still acts with a certain level of prestige. For Octavia, image is everything. Sometimes the only suitable counterpart is an equal or just as praising pony. Fortunately, Vinyl is able to shower Octavia with praise and get away with certain things, so when it comes to saving a bit of money, Vinyl gets crafty and decides play to the more intimate desires of Octavia.

Edited and preread by: SolidFire, Mikemeiers, and Skeeter The Lurker

Birthday gift for Selbi

Published 2014-02-18 21:30:06 UTC
Last updated 2014-02-18 21:30:06 UTC

Narzist

The sound of a pencil travelling across a scrap of paper filled the rather quiet room, along with the soft humming of a mare accompanying it. The young mare, Octavia, was busily scribbling down music notes, doing her best to come up with her next masterpiece. From her seat at her desk, she worked feverishly, humming the notes as she wrote them down, occasionally stopping her singing to erase a note that didn’t fit. She found herself making leaps and bounds with her piece, and as she came to the middle of her song, she stopped and looked up at her mirror.

“Es ist zu leise,” she spoke softly as she put the pen down, brushing down a stray piece of hair before smiling seductively at her own face. “Why isn’t Vinyl blaring her music?”

Looking from the mirror to her wall, Octavia listened carefully, thinking that maybe she was either going deaf or her next-door roommate was actually lounging about in silence. For a few seconds she listened hard.

Nothing.

Pulling herself out of her swivel chair, she put her ear to the wall and listened harder. There was no music; only the muffled voice of Vinyl talking to herself. Growing curious as to why she was gifted with the silence, Octavia turned for her door and made her way for it. She opened up the door and slowly made her way out, feeling a sense of emptiness swirl around her. Looking around the small hallway, the walls were a light smoke gray and many pictures of her and her parents were nestled across the hall. Though it had some life, it was nothing compared to the sanctuary that was her room.

Staring back into her room, the emptiness disappeared as her eyes saw the dozens of images on the wall. Images of herself in various poses, ranging from simple smiles to more intriguing ones, and even ones of the more explicit nature. She didn’t want to leave her sanctuary of perfection, and if it wasn’t for her maddening curiosity to seek out her roommate, she would remain behind and bask in the greatness that was her.

Exiting, Octavia closed the door behind her and made her way to the room beside hers. Stopping at the door, she noticed it was partly open and the odd smell of what could only be described as hay fries and cheesies perforated the air around her. Her nose twitched, and giving her head a shake to help ignore it, she raised a hoof to the door and pushed it open.

“Vinyl? Are you in here?” Octavia asked softly as she peered in at the rather messy room before her. Nearly having a heart attack at how uncouth and disastrous it looked, Octavia quickly noticed the room’s occupant scribbling chalk drawings on the wooden floor boards. For a brief second, Octavia noticed that her roommate was holding two pieces of interest in a blue magical aura. The first was a plain white piece of chalk, while the other looked like a notebook used for writing down spells. Averting her eyes to the ground below, Octavia quickly summarized that her friend was looking to do an arcane spell based on old world magic.

“Oh, hey Tavi,” the pale and chipper unicorn answered back as she stopped drawing and turned her body to face Octavia. “You need something?”

“I’m just…” Octavia paused and shuddered as she looked around the room, horrified about how imperfect it looked. Take-out boxes ranging from instant noodles to half eaten slices of pineapple pizza littered the area, and Octavia couldn’t bear to bring herself to enter the monstrosity of Vinyl’s living area. “I’m just wondering why it’s so quiet in here. I usually hear your… ahem, wubs, playing out.”

“Why? Too quiet for you I take it?” Vinyl replied in a joking manner before she turned her face back to the notebook she was holding. “Nah, I need to concentrate on this spell, so I decided to work in silence.”

“Well that’s a first,” Octavia replied as she looked down and saw that her pink bow tie was crooked. “Ah, drat, erm… what exactly are you working on?” she added as she looked down, adjusting the bow quickly.

“Cloning spell!” Vinyl replied with a big smile on her face while at the same time doing a little bunny hop into the air. “Princess Twilight recently discovered texts about a cloning spell and wrote them down for herself.”

“And how exactly did you get your hooves on that?”

“Well, it’s kind of a long story, but let’s just say I’m trying to save some bits,” Vinyl replied as she got ready to turn back around.

“That’s too vague for me. I’m sure you can give me a better answer,” Octavia scoffed back.

“Ugh, fine,” Vinyl replied in an annoyed tone, knowing very well her roommate never settled for the short answers. “I’m tight for bits at my new club and my sound system is starting to go.”

Octavia looked beyond her friend and quickly noticed the large metal sound system sitting idly nearby.

“I ordered this new one, but when I went to the library to find a book on haggling for discounts, I talked to Princess Twilight and she pointed me to her notes.”

“Go on,” Octavia said as she waved her hoof at her friend, wanting to hear more.

“Well, considering the Princess’s friends come to my club mostly every night, I told her about how my sound system is starting to go. One thing led to another and the Princess gave me her recently made notes on cloning!”

“So I take it you’re planning to duplicate your sound system?” Octavia asked.

“Somewhat. The one behind me is a new one I ordered,” Vinyl replied with a smirk, knowing very well she was going to save a fortune on bits. “I’m going to clone it and send the original back for a refund!”

“Ah, that’s… that’s thievery!” Octavia quickly became shocked at what her roommate was doing. “Does the Princess know about this!?”

“Nah, well… yeah she knows,” Vinyl said, not really bothered by her friend’s reaction. “Turns out she’s awesome enough to overlook the fact that I’m doing this little experiment.”

“I highly doubt a princess of Equestria went along with your plan!” Octavia spoke in an angry tone as she stepped through the door and into the filth before her. “Did you tell her exactly what you’re doing?”

“Uhhhh… somewhat?” Vinyl pulled a nervous look on her face as she spoke and started to back up as Octavia came mere inches away from her face.

“Somewhat? Vinyl, you’re using the Princess’s notes to commit fraud!” Octavia snapped, ready to sock Vinyl in the face. “I trust you remember this is my house and, if you get caught, I could get in trouble. Do you understand what that will do to my image!?”

Instead of becoming more panicked at the increase volume in Octavia’s voice, Vinyl smiled at her friend and lowered the notebook and chalk to the ground.

“Now why would anything happen to you?” Vinyl spoke softly, letting her voice take a much calmer and seductive tone. “A beautiful mare like you can’t possibly get into trouble for what some lowly unicorn does in her spare time.”

Octavia calmed down and her ears picked up the emphasis in certain words Vinyl was speaking.

“No, a beautiful mare like you can’t get into trouble for things I do.” Vinyl started to circle Octavia, whilst making sure she poured on the charm. “Why would anyone lock you away? No, no, no, locking you away would be a crime in its own right. The world would miss your beauty and many stallions and mares would weep for your imprisonment.”

“Hmmm, go on,” Octavia replied as she gave her tail a swish and wanted to hear more praise come from Vinyl.

Still smiling, Vinyl turned her eyes to her own dresser and, using her magic, she grabbed a small mirror along with a comb. At the corner of her eyes, Octavia saw the items being floated to her and she knew what was coming next.

“Do you see your own beauty?” Vinyl asked as she floated the mirror in front of the narcissistic mare, which in turn caused Octavia to smile at her reflection. “You do see how hot and enticing you are?”

Octavia stared long at her reflection and her eyes grew wide as she noticed parts of her mane were out of place. Starting to reach up to fix her mane, Vinyl brought the comb to Octavia’s hair herself.

“Someone like you shouldn’t have to tend to yourself like that.” Vinyl started to run the length of the comb down the shimmering mane, knowing very well how Octavia liked it combed. “Let your lowly roommate tend to your needs.”

Octavia said nothing and quickly calmed down. Closing her eyes and sighing gently, she let the unicorn work her magic on her mane.

“Such shimmer and radiance your coat has as well,” Vinyl added, still running the comb through the mane. “It’s almost enough to make a mare like me who cares little for grooming... jealous.”

Vinyl stepped behind Octavia’s body and watched the mare’s tail swish gently with every brush of the comb. Briefly, her eyes would catch that hint of flesh teasing her, and wanting to play so hard to her ego, Vinyl decided to up her game. She moved her face to Octavia’s cutie mark and gave it a small, worship-like kiss. The grey mare only responded with a soft mhm and opened one eye to see her reflection once again.

“You know how to butter me up, don’t you?” Octavia spoke quietly, enjoying the attention she was getting.

“Why do you think I live with you?” Vinyl asked as she moved the comb away from Octavia’s mane. “I can’t get enough of your smoking-hot body.” Vinyl kissed her cutie mark again and moved the comb to Octavia’s tail.

“Oh? I thought it was because no one else can put up with you,” Octavia replied, part of her wanting her roommate to play more into her ego.

“That’s true,” Vinyl said as she moved her lips more onto Octavia’s rear. “You were the only one caring and merciful enough to take me in. Without your love and grace I would be a homeless DJ living on the streets.”

“That is correct,” Octavia said with a sigh as she felt the comb working feverishly against her tail, whilst the soft lips of Vinyl seemed to work closer and closer to her nethers. “Without me you would be… nothing.”

Vinyl heard the emphasise on ‘nothing’ and held back her sense of frustration. Instead, she continued to play to Octavia, softening her up so she would have no problem with her little fraud act.

“Of course I am grateful to have you living with me,” Octavia added, wanting to even out her previous comment. “No one knows my body better than you.”

“Actually…” Vinyl stopped kissing her friend’s ass physically and stared at the pussy in front of her. “You know your body better than anyone else.”

Suddenly Vinyl got an idea and stopping her brushing motion with the comb, she put it on the floor and grabbed the notebook.

“Hey, I just got a wicked idea!” Vinyl proclaimed, losing her seductive tone and reverting back to her chill yet peppy one.

“Hmph, this better be good,” Octavia huffed as she turned around, very annoyed that she wasn’t going to get that much more intimate attention she loved to use Vinyl for.

“You know your body better than anyone else,” Vinyl repeated as she waved the book in front of Octavia’s face. “I’ll make you a deal, Tavi. I’ll make you a clone and you keep quiet about my little act.”

Octavia jerked her head back and was ready to tell her friend off but, before she could, Vinyl reached forward with her hoof and covered her mouth.

“Think about it, you get to bask in your own presence. Did you know that this spell was used for mainly cloning ponies back then?”

“Oh? And what purpose would that service?” Octavia asked as Vinyl’s hoof moved away.

“Simple. The glyph on the floor here makes it so when a pony is cloned, they obey their original creator.”

Both mares looked at the glyph that was right beside them and Vinyl continued to speak.

“They would give the clones chores and things to do, all because they weren’t good enough to do it themselves. The Princess wrote a few pages of notes she transferred from old manuscript and such into here.”

Octavia turned her eyes to the book and saw her friend flipping through the pages.

“I haven’t read all of it, but from what I’ve seen, it seems clones can be used in a more… intimate manner.” Vinyl let her voice trail back into the same seductive tone she used prior. “I’m sure a mare of your caliber would love to have your own personal toy to play with.”

“Hmm, so basically you’re telling me to go fuck myself,” Octavia replied with a snarky look on her face.

“Heheh, maybe,” Vinyl replied, knowing very well that was the underlying insult to the whole thing. “But still, you could fuck yourself over and over again with your own clone. The Princess was able to alter the glyph slightly to make it so.”

“How so?”

“Well, from notes she most likely took from other journals it seems the clones would… blow up, after they blew their load.”

Octavia’s head snapped back and the thought of having a pony blow up in her bed scared her enough that she almost fell to the floor.

“Nothing gory I assure you,” Vinyl reassured her friend as she noticed the grim look on her face. “The clone would explode into a small pile of magic dust and nothing more. With the alteration she made, they would remain even after a simple orgasm.”

“So… no blood and guts ruining my perfect sanctuary?” Octavia asked meekly as she steadied her body.

“Nah, the only mess you would have to deal with would be the cum stains,” Vinyl replied as she flipped to the pages she hadn’t read yet.

“And all of this info was in lost documents?” Octavia asked quizzically.

“Surprisingly yes. I guess those old age ponies had no qualms about their sexual nature. That or Princess Twilight may have experimented on herself.”

“I highly doubt that her highness would do such a thing,” Octavia replied, not buying that implied bit of Twilight engaging into more explicit studies. “Honestly, I think she would much rather enjoy the hardened edges of a book against her body than a fresh pair of lips or even a penis for that matter.”

Vinyl chuckled at the morbid sense of humor Octavia was showing, but quickly regained her composure; she floated the book closer to her.

“So… do you want your own personal clone, Tavi?” Vinyl asked, wanting to seal the deal with her.

“As much as I enjoy your lips working against my body periodically…” Octavia spoke in a soft tone as she wiggled her hips. “You are right in saying I know my body better than anyone else. Make me a clone and your… fraudulent activities will be safe with me.”

Vinyl grinned with satisfaction.

“Sweet. Alright, you see that blank circle behind you?” Vinyl asked as she pointed her hoof at a spot behind Octavia’s body.

Looking over her shoulder, Octavia quickly noticed something she missed. There was indeed a circle chalked onto the ground and it even had a line of chalk connecting to the glyph in the center.

“What about it?” Octavia asked in return.

“Spell book says that your clone will come from that,” Vinyl replied as she turned for the bigger glyph not far from it. “So for the spell to work, you need to stand in the middle of the big glyph and keep still.”

“Sounds easy enough.” Octavia trotted into the glyph and stood at the ready.

“Kay, now relax your body,” Vinyl told her as she lit up her horn and started to charge her magic. “This spell takes a lot of energy, so I need perfect silence, alright.”

“Whatever, just hurry up and give me my clone,” Octavia huffed out, getting bored of waiting.

Vinyl said nothing, instead her thoughts were about channeling lots of her magical energy into her horn. Quickly glancing over the main spell, Vinyl dropped the book and braced her legs against the ground.

While Octavia was nervous, she quickly took a few deep breaths to try and calm herself down. She closed her eyes and waited patiently for the spell to take shape. She began to think about her clone and how perfect it was going to look. It would be hers to control, the perfect mirror copy that she could feel up and play with. She would be able to touch parts of her body she didn’t think she could ever touch. The idea of a soft, playful hoof running down her spine made her body shiver with excitement.

Vinyl wrapped Octavia in a soft aura of magic and the glyph activated.

Octavia continued to think about what she could do with her new clone. There were so many possibilities it nearly seemed endless. The ideas made her feel warm, but the sudden tingling sensation of magic touching her broke her out of her thoughts and she slowly opened her eyes. She saw Vinyl concentrating hard, her horn glowing very brightly along with a large aura of magic circling around it. She briefly wondered just how much magic was being used, but a sudden pricking sensation across her body made her wince.

As the slight bit of pain quickly subsided, Octavia looked to the glyph below and saw it glowing a bright white. The line connecting the blank circle to the main glyph was glowing and, slowly turning her head, Octavia’s eyes went wide with excitement as she saw the magic swirling around and creating a pony.

First the hooves came, and just like hers they were clean each enough to see one’s face in them. Next came the gray legs, but unlike hers,they seemed more muscular and toned. Octavia wondered if something in the spell was going wrong, but something in her mind told her to wait and see. If it turned out to be a male, it would better suit her needs.

Smirking as the rest of the clone started to form, she wondered what her male counterpart would look like. Tall, handsome, well-endowed to her liking; a proper male that would know what she desires and demands. The prospect made her body quiver and she could already see herself sprawled out on the bed, being fucked relentlessly. Her back legs fidgeted and a bit of arousal started to form at her backside. Keeping her tail still, Octavia worried that if she started to fan her arousal, Vinyl would lose concentration and the spell would be ruined. Biting her lip and whimpering as the toned body of her clone formed, Octavia did her best to suppress her perverted thoughts. Finally, after what seemed like a century of waiting, Octavia smiled devilishly at the clone that had formed before her.

It was male like she predicted, and part of her wanted to kiss Vinyl all over the face. He was chiseled yet refined in his looks and, like lots of earth stallions, he was bigger than most males in size. Quickly turning her eyes to the prize she clammered for, part of Octavia’s depraved mind wanted her to jump him right away and just fuck him on the spot. Staring back at her with deep magenta eyes, her clone was clearly on the same mindset as she was.

“And there you go,” Vinyl panted as sweat poured down her forehead and she found herself nearly drained of magic. “Oh man, that was harder than I thought it would be.”

“Are you alright?” Octavia asked as she forced her eyes away from her clone and saw her friend exhausted greatly.

“I’ll live, but man did that spell drain me,” Vinyl panted as she steadied her body and stood up. “But looks like it worked. You got yourself a clone, and a rather handsome one to boot.”

“I’m surprised you made me male, Vinyl,” the clone suddenly spoke out in a well-refined tone, very similar to Octavia’s Germane accent. “I thought I would come out a mare.”

“Why a male?” both Octavia and her clone asked suddenly, causing both of them to turn and look at each other.

“Well… my sound system is my baby and no other system makes me feel comfortable like he does. He doesn’t moan like a mare, but he’s got the power to please me,” Vinyl replied as she looked beyond the two and went bedroom eyed as she stared at her sound system. “Yeahhh… it’s like, you and your love for yourself, but I don’t get wet from thinking about it.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” the clone replied as he smirked at Octavia, causing her to blush. “It’s not our fault we are… perfect.”

Vinyl simply rolled her eyes and Octavia fidgeted her back legs and swished her tail about.

“So yeah… I guess I forgot to change the symbol, but I think you don’t mind, now do you?” she asked as she turned to the blushing Octavia and winked.

“I won’t deny I’m almost smitten with how charming… umm, oh dear, what should we call you?” Octavia spoke out but quickly found her words turn into a question as she tried to think of a name.

“Why not Octavio?” Vinyl suggested as the clone opened his mouth but stopped. “Sounds male enough to me.”

“Well I was leaning more into the name of Concerto,” the clone ended up saying, wanting to finish his thoughts.

“You kiddin’? Concerto sounds like a name of a faggot,” Vinyl laughed out. “Octavio sounds more… manly and equine.”

“That is true,” Octavia spoke out as she cleared her throat. “Octavio…. mhm, that makes me shiver with how refined it sounds.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Vinyl said as she noticed both of them eying each other up. “Just take your clone and have him rut your brains out already. You only got two hours before he pops.”

“Only two hours?” Octavia asked as she looked to the clock and noticed it was a bit past ten P.M.

“Well the princess explicitly wrote that the clone would normally disappear after the first orgasm, however, it seems she also altered a large part of the original glyph and gave it a time limit instead and nullified that previous hurdle.” Though she was still flipping through the pages, Vinyl stopped on the one that described the limits of the glyphs and pointed to the line.

“Well, I think we shouldn’t waste time now should we,” Octavio broke in as he was eager to play with Octavia.

“Indeed.” Octavia smiled as turned for the door out of the room and slowly trotted while swaying her hips behind her. “I thank you dearly, Vinyl.”

“No prob, Octy,” Vinyl replied with a smile. “You two have fun.”

Both earth ponies nodded in approval and quickly made their way out of the room. Once they had exited, Vinyl trotted up to the door and closed, dropping her smile into a frown. Sighing deeply, she turned back for her room and nursed her sore horn, Vinyl was happy to be rid of the annoying mare and the clone.

“Freaking nymphomaniac, narcissistic, nut-job roommate,” Vinyl complained as she turned to a nearby mini fridge and started walking for it. “The shit I put up with just to make that mare happy. I swear I should make my own clone and have him rut me senseless just to relieve the stress.”

Opening the fridge, Vinyl grabbed an unopened beer can with her hooves and brought the tab to her teeth to open it up. With a loud pop, it opened up and Vinyl quickly chugged it down. Not even five second had passed as the mare emptied the can and tossed to to the ground before looking to the spell book.

“Hmm, wonder if I should actually try that,” Vinyl muttered as her previous thought played out but knew a long rest was needed to recharge her magic.

~~

Both ponies trotted quickly down the hallway, Octavia eagerly leading the stallion at her heels forward. Her hips swayed gently and her tail swished about wildly, fanning her growing arousal to her clone. The effects of it showed on him, his erection already starting to poke out of its sheathe. Even as she trotted, she would look over her shoulder and grin as the sensitive flesh came across her vision. Part of her wanted to stop and let them rut in the hallway like ponies in heat.

“We are lucky that Vinyl is very willing to please us,” Octavio spoke out as his eyes never left the rear in front of him.

“Vinyl is a good mare. She’ll do her best to please me in any way she can,” Octavia replied as she came to her room and pushed the door open.

“Indeed, and considering your memories are my memories, I know very well what levels she’ll go to,” Octavio answered back as his erection twitched at the thought.

“Ahh, but that’s for later and this is now,” Octavia answered back as she stared around her room and felt at ease as the pictures of her stared back. “Now we have two hours to indulge in this most filthy of desires.”

“Oh come now.” Octavio closed the door behind him and stood at the side of Octavia. “In all terms this is simply masturbation. I don’t think there is anything filthy about touching yourself.”

“Hmmm, indeed,” Octavia purred as she ran her hoof against the barrel of his body.

Octavio stayed quiet as Octavia continued to move her hoof about, letting it travel his entire side. She loved feeling the toned muscles of his legs, the cut stomach of a stallion who ate properly and carried virtually no fat on it, and finally the manhood of a champion. Even as she ran her hoof against the growing erection, she couldn’t help but act like a love-struck filly about to get rutted for the first time. Octavio could also see it in her eyes and, moving forward, he made his way to the bed.

“Shall we?” he asked as he hopped on the soft yet firm bedding before him.

“Yes we shall.” Octavia trotted forward, her hooves clopped loudly against the floorboards before she jumped onto the bed and pushed the stallion onto his back. With a soft pomf, Octavio’s body rested against it, and before he could even move, Octavia quickly crawled over his body and pressed her frame against his. Both ponies were warm and both could feel the other’s heart beating in sync. They both smiled lustfully at each other, staring into the eyes before them. While Octavio remained silent, Octavia giggled to herself as she rubbed her body against his and felt his erection starting to poke at her leg. She wanted it, craved it to be stuffed inside her body, but she wanted to take her time and enjoy it, or rather, enjoy herself.

Both on the same mindset, they closed their eyes and quickly pressed their lips against each other. To a normal pony it would have put them off to know that they were kissing themselves, but for those two, nothing could have been better. They knew how to move their tongues and let them dance around each other like snakes fighting for a meal. They would kiss long and deep, only stopping briefly to catch their breath, before diving back in. Never wanted to give leeway to the other, both wanted to prove that they were perfect in the art of kissing.

Even as they kissed, Octavio and Octavia didn’t let their hooves sit idle. While Octavio rubbed his at her butt, Octavia let hers run wild through his mane. Both loved the feeling of their respective places they were touching. Octavia with her firm and tout ass made Octavio look forward to when he would fuck it relentlessly, and Octavio’s once perfect mane, which Octavia herself wanted to mess up just to make him look more animalistic and fierce.

Octavio would work his hooves deeply into her plush tush and occasionally would give it a nice, hard slap. The result caused Octavia to moan into his mouth and increase her speed with her tongue, and that in turn made Octavio slap her again. They kept playing with each other to the point where Octavia was nearly dripping and Octavio was twitching erratically with bits of precum coming out of his erection. They were over ready and finally, after a long time of kissing, Octavia pulled away.

“I think we know how ready we are to do this,” Octavia purred as she grinded her hips, causing the erection behind her to rub against her legs.

“Hmm, shall we start off with a… Neunundsechziger?” Octavio asked, eager to get her off while she got him off.

“Oh? Sixty-nine? I won’t say no to that,” Octavia responded, eager to suck some pony cock.

Octavia wasted no time and quickly shuffled her body around so her face was facing Octavio’s penis, all while he had a face full of wetness. Both stared eagerly; Octavia quickly bringing her hooves to his erection to straighten it up.

“Mhm, such girth and length,” Octavia cooed as she toyed with the erection and slowly ran her hooves up and down the sides. “And it’s all for meee-”

Octavio didn’t respond, but instead brought his own hooves up and placed them at the edges of her folds. The sudden touch made her shiver and a moan came next from her as he slowly spread her lips and stared inside.

“And this is all for me,” Octavio muttered seductively as he brushed his muzzle against the wetness.

Octavia let off another moan, but it quickly evolved into a gasp as she felt Octavio’s tongue slither out and brush against her slit. It was quickly followed by another, and another, and before she knew it, Octavio had found his pace and was working eagerly. Not wanting to be left behind, she steadied her hooves against his erection and kept it taut as she opened her mouth and placed the edge of her lips on the flared edge of it. She suckled gently on the tip and slowly rubbed her hooves on the lower part of his shaft, all the while playfully moaning into it.

Octavia adjusted her body slightly, allowing her backside to be more in Octavio’s face while giving her a better position to run her mouth over his erection. She nurtured his erection, running her lips down a few inches before coming back up and giving his cock small, worshipful kisses. She wondered how much of it she could fit into her mouth and, without wasting any time, she closed her eyes and opened her mouth fully.

For a brief second, Octavio felt nothing but air and was wondering what she was going to do. Before he could pull away, Octavia descended down and let the interior of her mouth wrap around his erection. Only keeping her lips around the flared edge, Octavia playfully lapped at the tip with her tongue, almost mimicking the sensation of a filly licking a lolipop. Her tongue collected the bits of precum he had on his erection and evenly spread it out over the entire end, making him nice and slippery in preparation for the next act.

Her efforts were slightly faltered as her arousal hit a high enough state that her clitoris started to wink. It only got worse as she heard Octavio chuckling under his breath and focus purely on her love button. She felt his sharp tongue brush against it and it made her moan and swish her tail about in response. His lick wasn’t quick like before and, moving very slowly, Octavio ran it over the engorged button in a manner that was almost torture to Octavia. There was pleasure, but it was slow building; the feeling of the velvety tongue pressing hard against her clitoris made her hips quiver and her mind race. It was like his tongue wasn’t moving off of it, instead she could feel the very tip of it flexing and nudging it ever so slightly. It was wonderful, amazing, but oh-so maddening. She couldn’t bring herself to pull away her mouth to shout at him to press harder, but she quickly got her own idea.

Moving her hooves from his shaft, Octavia quickly brought them down to his balls and slowly massaged them. There was no immediate response, but after a few seconds of massaging and pulling them apart slightly, she earned a moan of approval from him. Satisfied with his response, Octavia cupped his balls in her hooves and slowly started to bob her head down.

She didn’t go far, only taking about just under half of it into her mouth. Though it was only a few inches, Octavia worked quickly, bobbing her head at a steady pace in a way that teased the tip of his erection just enough to drive him for a climax.

“Shall we switch it up?” Octavio suddenly asked.

“We shall,” Octavia purred as she took her mouth off of his penis and ran her hooves back up and down the shaft. “Stay down, I’ll feel like going for a ride.”

Getting ready to pull her body away, Octavio quickly gave her pink nub one last playful lick, and he felt the wetness brush against his chest for a brief second. Quickly turning herself around, Octavia sat on his stomach slightly and smirked at the disheveled mane on him.

“Seems you’re no longer perfect-looking,” she teased as she moved her backside and placed the tip of his erection against her soaked lips.

Octavio smirked and quickly brought his hooves up to the small bowtie hanging around his neck, the same model Octavia herself was wearing. Quickly unclipping it, Octavio let it hang loosely around his neck. That, for some reason, drew Octavia to him more. Matching his movements, Octavia reached for hers and mimicked his actions, thereby letting hers dangle around her neck. Though it wasn’t the perfect look she desired, she couldn’t ignore the fact that she looked slightly less cultured than before.

“No one is watching,” Octavio muttered quietly as he arched his hips, signaling he wanted to stick in it badly. “Let’s be uncultured animals for this time only.”

Octavia silently agreed and made sure the tip of Octavio’s penis was nestled into her folds before she pull herself up. While she got into position, Octavio sprawled his front hooves out on the bed and made himself more relaxed. He smirked as the tender flesh rubbed against his erection and slowly watched Octavia sink more and more of her body downward. Once just under half of it was in, Octavia laid her hooves on Octavio’s chest and slammed the rest of it down.

Both moaned from the sudden movement, but Octavia didn’t give either of them time to rest. She quickly started to bounce on his lap and bit her lower lip as his throbbing erection worked its way inside of her.

Keeping her hooves on his chest, Octavia closed her eyes and panted softly in tune with her bounces. The penis went deep and the girth of it stretched Octavia’s neglected slit to the limit. It indeed felt big inside of her and, letting her body feel the long object work, her mind started to flood with thoughts again.

Thoughts of how perfect he was, thoughts of how perfect both of them were together. It was so many levels of wrong, and if word got out that she was sexing her own clone, her image would be ruined. Of course she could care less. The way the erection touched parts of her where other smaller stallions could only dream of touching, the way the thickness of it made her whimper with desire and lust. She cared little for society’s views on the depravity of the situation.

The only thing she cared for was the erection filling her up. She showed her appreciation for it by moaning loudly and showing the clone below how thankful she was for his endowment. She opened her eyes and looked down, seeing the embodiment of perfection staring back. Though he kept a look of class on his face, Octavia could see that animalistic desire in his eyes.

It quickly started to show in his body as well. When Octavia found her bounces going back down, Octavio would thrust his hips up and meet her halfway. Every connection of wet flesh resounded with a hard slap and very quickly Octavio’s thrusting was taking over. Soon Octavia found her body not moving; instead she placed her front hooves on the bed and held herself up to deal with the constant torrents of thrusts. She moaned wildly and sporadically as the thick piece of meat slammed into her over and over again. Her eyes started to water from the intensity she was being given. The bed creaked and no doubt her whorish moans could easily be heard by her roommate next door.

“Octavio, I’m so close,” she whimpered into his shoulder as she felt his thrusts starting to give her a proper finish.

Octavio simply snorted and wrapped his front hooves around the body of Octavia. For a brief second he stopped his thrusting, but, after he had her held tightly, he started back up again and Octavia noticed his deep thrusts turned to erratic and jerky ones. Though it wasn’t going as deep as before, Octavia’s moans got louder as she found his erection moving nearly twice as fast as before.

With the switch in speed, Octavia found herself starting to climax much faster. A jolt from her brain told her that the point of no return had been passed and all she could do was tense her body and wait for the release she desired.

Finally it came, but instead of a loud, carnal moan, Octavia simply bit her hoof and moaned into it. She felt her body clench around the still pounding erection as she came and muttered incoherent sentences as her clone never slowed down. The spasms of her body seemed endless, and as the final waves of her orgasm started to ebb, Octavia could tell that Octavio was right behind her in his own orgasm.

“Finish up inside,” she whispered as she leaned forward and planted a quick kiss on his lips.

Octavio snorted again and was happy he wasn’t going to have to pull out. He kept thrusting as hard and fast as he could go and eventually his own switch got hit.

“M-mhmm,” Octavia whimpered as her eyes went wide and the feeling of hot, sticky fluid started to fill her up. Endless spurts of cum shot into her body, each one traveling as far as it could go before it found itself starting to attempt to seep out of wet hole before it. The semen mixed with Octavia’s cum and a cocktail of perfection started to blend inside of her body.

“Oh gods, that feels good,” Octavia sighed as the spurts became dribbles and Octavio started to slow down his body. “That was everything I had hoped it would be.”

Octavio didn’t answer back, instead he simply huffed and panted in order to catch his breath. Finally stopping his thrusting motion, Octavio let his deflating erection slip out of the tight hole before it, allowing the cocktail mix to pour out and dribble onto his cock and balls below. Wanting to see the aftermath of their labor, Octavia pulled herself up and looked between her legs, smiling at the mess before her.

“And there is still more to come,” Octavio finally panted out as he turned his eyes to a clock on the wall. “We have well over an hour left. Our fun had only just began.”

“Mhm, I agree very much,” Octavia purred as she caught her breath and looked back at the clock as well. “I look forward to milking you dry.”