GTVS : (S)Extra Credits

Chapters

Bonus extra: teasing in the Headmistress' office
First extra: Fiddling Violins at night
Second Extra: Octavia's big "motivations"

Bonus extra: teasing in the Headmistress' office

Author's Note

Okay, this extra is not exactly related to any chapter of GTVS in particular, but I think I implied enough what happened on Fridays afternoon when all the teachers but Headmistress Celeste Heliopolis (Celestia :trollestia: ) and Dimitri Shutnikov, the Math teacher (Discord) are away from the school. That chapter is how things usually happen on those particular fridays :p I hope you'll enjoy it.

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Bonus extra: teasing in the Headmistress' office

“William, how are the girls feeling for next week’s match?” Celeste Heliopolis, Headmistress of Celestia’s Royal Academy of Canterlot, asked casually as her gaze scanned the document summarizing all of the female Basketball team of the school’s performances.

“Physically, they’re on top of their game,” Will assured before he glared at the yawning blue-haired woman across the teachers’ room’s conference table. “Mentally speaking, not so much, thanks to teacher DJ here!” he added angrily at the younger teacher.

Vincenza Vinyl Scratch blinked in surprise at being addressed by the brawny coach as the rest of the table glanced in her direction. All teachers bearing a profound expression of confusion on their faces, Vinyl included.

“What did I do?” Vinyl asked in a genuinely innocent tone.

“The girls haven’t recovered from your little trick with Jacquelyn Smith,” Will replied in a cold whisper. “Gave them a huge blow on their moral.”

“.....You’re joking, right?” Vinyl asked back, raising angrily her right eyebrow.

“Excuse me, what are you two talking about?” the sciences teacher, David Turner, voiced everyone’s question out loud.

“Scratch here thought it a good idea to have one of her friends play a game of basketball with her students to humiliate my players before the season starts.”

“....Huh?!” Many teachers let out as Will’s answer brought more questions to the table.

“Humiliate them? No!” Vinyl retorted sternly. “Reminding them of the core values in sports known as Humility, yes! Though I can see why they’d confound the two words. They do sound similar.”

“Are you calling my girls stupid?!” Will barked in a booming voice as he stood up.

“What if I am?!” Vinyl barked back, standing up as well.

“HUM-HUM!” Celeste cleared her throat loudly, prompting the two opposed teachers to look in her direction. “William, Vincenza, please do sit back down.” The two teachers remained standing. “If possible now, or else I’ll not hesitate to keep you both in detention for the rest of the afternoon like I do with the misbehaving children that attend MY school.”

In the second that followed her threat, both members of the teaching corps had found their way back to their respective chairs. Pleased that her employees had decided to behave like the grown-ups they were supposed to be, Celeste joined her hands together and asked William what was precisely the problem.

“Vincenza came to watch her students during PE with some friends of hers,” William explained slowly. “When she saw that some of her students were having trouble, she convinced me let them have an extra player, which turned out be one of her friends, who happened to be a professional Basketball player.”

“Hum… You’re not going to talk about the matchup you had established?” Vinyl asked sharply, interrupting the coach. “Or do you want me to do it for you?”

“Vincenza,” Celeste warned slowly, casting a sideways, imperative glance at the young teacher. “Let him finish!”

“As you could have guessed it, the girls lost that game,” Will explained sourly. “And with the game, they lost their spirit. Their morale has been skimming the ground since then.”

“Oh, Dio!” [Oh, come on!] Vinyl shouted snappily, pointing her finger at the muscular man across. “That was two weeks ago! If our basketball team still hasn’t recovered yet from losing a friendly match in PE against my girls for the first time, then you must suck at coaching these girls!”

“WHAT?!”

As the roaring argument between the two teachers started to divide the conference table, Celeste brought her hand over her face in a tired gesture. While many teachers decided to take sides in the clash between the senior music teacher and the coach, Theresa tried her best to get everyone to calm down and Dimitri, the math teacher, had put his hands behind his head to watch the show with a happy grin on face. Moving her hand from her face through her long four-colored-hair, Celeste let out an annoyed sigh. The Nightmare Night festival was upon them, and she had the strong feeling that they would probably not talk much about it, unless she were to decide to actually carry out her previous threat.

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Two hours later, Headmistress Heliopolis’ office…

“Celeste,” Dimitri called casually as he passed his head through the office’s threshold. “Theresa just told Vincenza and William they could leave.”

“..... They stayed in the detention room?” Celeste asked incredulously as she looked up from the folder filled with the bills for the following day’s festival.

“Well, you told them to, Celeste,” the math teacher reminded with a shrug while sitting on the chair in front the headmistress’ desk.

“I didn’t think they would actually stay for the whole two hours,” Celeste said in a gentle, surprised tone after checking on her wrist-watch.

“Vincenza claimed that she stayed for nostalgia’s sake,” Dimitri commented casually. “Apparently, she used to spend a lot of time in detentions.”

“I know,” Celeste let out as she focused her attention back on the bills. “She mentioned it in passing.”

“So not only did you hire her when she didn’t even finish High-school, but you did so knowing she was also a troublemaker,” Dimitri remarked playfully. “Your standards for teachers have gone low, my dear Celeste.”

“I think my standards haven’t changed a bit,” Celeste commented matter-of-factly as she tapped something on her computer, her eyes moving back and forth between the bills and the screen. “You started working here long before I hired Vincenza, after all,”

“I don’t see the correlation between her and me,” Dimitri replied, scratching the left side of his black goatee pensively. “I graduated from high school with a GPA of 5.5, and I’ve got a PH….”

“And during your wonder-years with a suspiciously high GPA, how many schools were you kicked out of for bad behavior?” Celeste asked with a knowing grin before Dimitri could finish his sentence.

“......... Touché, Madam Headmistress,” Dimitri let out with a sour pout on his face, even though it barely lasted a second.

“Thank you, Mr. Shutnikov,” Celeste replied with a nod as she rapidly tapped something on her keyboard. “So, I think it’s high time that I ask what are you doing in my office two hours after the end of today’s meeting.”

“Theresa asked me to let you know that she had let the two troublemakers out of detention, and that she was about to leave as well,” Dimitri explained casually as he looked around the office, seeing his reflection in the window behind the headmistress. “Before you ask, I was correcting a few tests in my office until now,” he added while he ruffled his black and white hair, having noticed it wasn’t tousled enough for his tastes.

“I’m going to assume that you’ve already finished your corrections, have been feeling bored in your office and thus, have decided to come annoy me?”

“You’re usually better than this, Celeste,” Dimitri tsked with a disappointed expression. “You only got one of the three right.”

“Oh, really?” Celeste asked back with a cocked eyebrow.

“I didn’t finish correcting those tests…Seriously, how did you get that one wrong?!” Celeste answered with a casual shrug as Dimitri leaned toward her. “Luckily, you were right about me feeling bored in my office.”

“So, you didn’t come here to annoy me,” Celeste commented slowly, her gaze slowly turning away from the screen in favor of the math teacher whose face kept on coming closer to her.

“Quite the opposite, my dear,” Dimitri claimed softly, his red and yellow, odd-eyed gaze losing itself in Celeste’s cerise-colored one as he boldly caressed the outline of her jaw with the back of his fore-finger. “I came here...” His finger ran down her neck until it reach of the collar of her shirt. “...so that you and I…” He continued as his digit traced the right side of the headmistress’ decent, but voluminous cleavage. “... could partake ....” he added in faint whisper at the sight of Celeste’s rosing cheeks while he reached for the first closed button of her shirt. “... in some Fun.“ he purred the last word sensually as his thumb helped his forefinger unbuttoning Celeste’s shirt.

Despite her reddening cheeks, the Headmistress held the math teacher’s gaze as his digits went down to inappropriately deepen her already tantalizing cleavage. Slowly her hand moved away from the keyboard to secure the offending fingers in a gentle grip. Dimitri watched in silence as Celeste brought his hand down to the desktop. Remembering the numerous encounters he had had with the Headmistress in this office, Dimitri was impatiently waiting for Celeste to make her move. She cast him a soft, sly grin as she rubbed the back of his formerly-offending hand with hers.

“Some fun, you say,” Celeste purred, leaning forward so that her voluptuous cleavage was pressed against the surface of her desk, thus reinforcing the view that the math teacher had of her breasts.

Dimitri tried to look away from the two pale bosoms partially trapped under their owner’s cream-colored tailor jacket and purple shirt, but Celeste’s impossibly prominent curves would always get the best of him. He stared at them for a couple of seconds before he cleared his throat and finally looked the Headmistress in the eyes, all while said headmistress traced small circles on the back of his hand. She had her head tilted to her right and was looking at him with burning embers of passion along with a glint of curiosity in her eyes. When she blinked in confusion at him, Dimitri realized that Celeste had probably asked him something.

“....Huuuu… You asked me something, right?” He asked in a whisper before he could think better of it.

“Indeed I did,” Celeste whispered sourly as she leaned back on her chair, her hand leaving his to re-button her shirt. “Good to know that you were listening,” she let out sarcastically as her attention went back to her computer screen.

“Well, in my defense, you were showing off the girls,” Dimitri reminded softly, waving at the tantalizingly deep cleavage the Headmistress was sporting. “You should know by now that they have an even worse effect on my concentration than your other ass-sets!” he added in a sheepish, joking tone.

Dimitri had hoped his humor would lighten the mood of the curvaceous headmistress. She had always let out a discreet giggle at his jokes, even when she had reprimanded him for a crass one. Celeste had always been like that from what the math teacher knew. When she simply closed her upper buttons with a displeased frown aimed at him, Dimitri realized how little he knew her.

“If you don’t mind, my girls, my ass-sets and I have some work to do,” Celeste stated coldly as she waved at the door before turning back to her computer screen.

“Why the hell are you so upset?!” Dimitri snapped in angry confusion. “Since we started that whatever-it-is-between-us, you’ve always successfully used your milk-bags just to break my focus. And NOW, you’re upset because of it?!”

She pinched her lips together as she threw a dark glare at the math teacher, who suddenly didn’t feel like arguing anymore. While Celeste had always been the kind of laid-back boss with everyone, there were moments when one would not simply talk back to her. Before today, Dimitri had never thought he would ever be the one in question.

“Would you please get out of my office, Professor Shutnikov? From what you told me, you still have some corrections to do.”

Dimitri gulped uneasily as the tone of the headmistress’ voice clearly told him that it wasn’t a suggestion, but a demand. He raised his finger while opening his mouth to speak, but she interrupted him before he could make a single sound by snapping her fingers in direction of the door. Dimitri was quite stubborn about certain matters though, even more so when said matters were about quality times with the gorgeously curvy woman before him.

“Come on….” he started after ignoring the pointing fingers aimed at the door.

“Please leave my office. I have work to do and, according to Theresa, I work better on my own than in your presence,” Celeste explained in a cold matter-of-fact tone.

“...Why are you taking this so seriously?” Dimitri asked vigorously. “You act as if I had been awful with you.”

“You haven’t,” Celeste replied sarcastically. “‘Milk-bag’ is the pinnacle of romanticism when it comes to speaking about some of my features,” she added with a dark glare.

“....oh,” Dimitri let out in realization. “....Yeah, I can see your point about that, and I apologiz…”

“Thank you for apologizing. Now get out!” Celeste sternly demanded. “I will not repeat myself yet again, Professor Shutnikov.”

“........ I’ll leave.” Dimitri conceded slowly as he stood up to leave the office.

Despite his office being just across the floor, the math teacher took more than five minutes to reach it. He had groaned sorely, dragged his feet on the carpet, and slumped his shoulders all the way. It wasn’t the fact that he had missed his friday fun-time with the headmistress that brought him down, it was the cold anger in Celeste’s voice. He sat at his desk, scratching the back of his head in frustration, before looking down at the still uncorrected math tests in front of him. He needed to get the sight of Celeste’s angry, but beautiful amethyst-colored eyes out of his head, so he grabbed a nearby red pen and took the first sheet of the stack, hoping his students’ attempts at mathematics would distract him enough.

“... If X = 3*A, A = 4, and if (X2+72)*(A-4) = Y, Y should be equal to 0, Miss Dash,” Dimitri commented slowly as he scribbled the remark “Do not read the equations too fast.” on the basketball player’s sheet.

After writing down the grade for Miss Dash’s test, an eleven out of twenty, Dimitri went for the second sheet of the stack. Though, his hand never reached it as his phone rang just before he touched it. The math teacher pulled it out of his pocket only to be confused. It was a text message from the headmistress. He cocked an eyebrow at the notification for a few seconds before he opened the message.

From Celeste Heliopolis:
Gotcha! :trollestia:

Dimitri blinked a couple times as he realized all the implications of that message. His surprised expression turned into one of self-righteous anger as he typed his reply.

To Celeste Heliopolis:
You’re one vicious woman, you know that?!

Celeste replied barely a couple of seconds later. While he was certainly surprised she could type so fast on the tiny keys of her phone, Dimitri’s main emotion right now was still his anger for having been tricked by the headmistress.

From Celeste Heliopolis:
I’m not sorry for that… But I could still make it up to you ;-)!

To Celeste Heliopolis:
How so?!

From Celeste Heliopolis:
Want some milk?

Before he cocked an eyebrow at the rather out of place question from the headmistress, Dimitri received another message from her. He opened it, only to freeze at its content. Unlike the previous message, this one contained a photo: a photo that made his jaw drop and his cheeks flare red. On the screen, Celeste was winking at him, her opened eye shining with a glint that mixed mischief and seduction, while her shirt displayed an extremely deep cleavage. To top it all, Celeste had pulled down the laces of her white bra, showing off her large, seemingly already hard, pink nipples to the camera while her arm that wasn’t taking the selfie was supporting her breasts upwards.

He remained silent for a few seconds, his gaze focused on the picture the headmistress had just sent him. Dimitri stared at it much longer than he would have hoped; he couldn’t deny the attractiveness of the content of the image. When he finally broke out of his funk, he noticed that Celeste had sent another message after this one.

From Celeste Heliopolis:
I’m waiting!

Gathering all his willpower, Dimitri coolly typed a reply that was in total contradiction with what his head, lust, and growing desire were telling him to do. He wouldn’t let her win this.

To Celeste Heliopolis:
You’re going to have to wait for a long time. I have tests to correct.

From Celeste Heliopolis:
I knew you’d say that….. but you should know that I cleared my desk! 0=)

“......Oh!” Dimitri let out as he realized he had just lost against Celeste, despite the more primal parts of his mind telling him he had just won the grand prize. He quickly agreed with them as he stormed out of his office to go to the headmistress’.

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Things got out of Dimitri’s control the moment he stepped back inside the Headmistress’ office. He hadn’t thought he would keep it for a long but it still got out of his hands quite fast. He barely had the time to see that Celeste had indeed cleared her desk while he was in his office and notice that the Headmistress wasn’t in sight when he heard the door being closed and locked behind him. He started to turn around on his own before a strong hand gripped his shoulder to make him face who stood between him and the door faster. When Dimitri caught a glimpse of Celeste’s reddening, eager face before she crashed her full lips against his, he knew that Celeste would do whatever she wanted with him, and he was perfectly fine with that.

As the math teacher kissed her back passionately, caressing her cheeks before entwining his fingers in her four-colored hair, Celeste smiled into the kiss before pushing herself forward. She pressed her half-naked chest against Dimitri’s still fully-clothed one - after sending him the tantalizing selfie, Celeste had hooked her suit jacket on the stands, leaving herself with her deeply open, purple shirt and her halfly pulled-down bra. Shivers of excitement ran down her spine as her pink nipples were rubbed against Dimitri’s suede jacket, but they weren’t enough to keep her from pushing forward. As much as he enjoyed having her pressing herself against him, Dimitri was forced to take a few steps back, still making out with the headmistress. When the back of his calves hit the desk, Celeste stopped pushing and parted her lips to brush her tongue against Dimitri’s while her hands tried to pull his jacket off.

“...You’re not…..ing to ma ….it if… don’t lea… ome... ace,” Dimitri tried to whisper softly through the hungry kisses from the Headmistress as she struggled to get rid of his clothes with her massive chest crushing itself against his.

Celeste groaned impatiently at his remark before nonetheless taking a step away from him and pushing him against the desk, causing him to lean onto the oaken surface. Dimitri’s gaze quickly travelled south, as he comfortably sat on the cleared desk, a detail that didn’t escape the Headmistress, who grinned seductively as she held her milk-bags with her hands before bouncing them up and down.

“The real deal is better than any picture, huh?” Celeste asked, purring like a cat as she saw her paramour’s eyes follow the movements of her jiggling breasts.

“..... huh-HUH!” Dimitri almost shouted as Celeste brought her right nipple high enough to give it a long, slow, sensual lick. “Phew!” Dimitri let out as he pulled his tie-knot loose, feeling suddenly hotter. “Hum-hum...You should know that I’m still a little angry at what you did earlier,” he added in a somehow serious tone, his eyes not leaving the sight of Celeste’s tongue against her own nipple.

“I’m sure… Though, I didn’t know that anger would make your feel tighter,” Celeste retorted mischieviously, nodding at the bulge in the Math teacher’s pants.

“That’s beside the point,” Dimitri retorted as the headmistress walked back to him. “The point is that I’m mad at you….” he added as Celeste undid his belt-buckle without any protest from him. “Why did you do that?” he asked softly as his left hand reached for the headmistress’ right breast.

“Hmmmmm,” Celeste moaned excitedly as he squished her mound roughly, pushing on her saliva-coated nipple with his forefinger. “Well, you’re not the only one who can play tricks, my dear,” she replied as her expert fingers went to unbutton his pants.

“Yours was a bit extreme…” Dimitri replied as she slipped one hand in his open pants while the other went to unbutton his jacket. “...D-Don’t you...th-think?” he asked with difficulty, feeling his hardening length being caressed through his underwear.

“Maybe…” Celeste whispered, pleased by the volume his private part rapidly took in her hand. “Though, you’ve always wanted to take me on my desk. I needed to clear it out first.”

“I...Could have done it myself,” Dimitri replied in a whimper as Celeste’s grip on his member tightened a bit. “You know? Movie style,” he added with a low chuckle, which Celeste returned. “I would have wiped everything on the floor in one swift move, and then shoved you on it to take you from behind before you could react.”

Dimitri felt Celeste’s hand tremble against his manhood as her cheeks turned red at his suggestion, making him realize that she wouldn’t have been against it at all. Coquettishly smiling at him, she pressed her lips against his while her left hand opened his jacket, her right still working his length up and down. Her lips were warmer and sweeter than a hot cup of chocolate milk, so Dimitri couldn’t stop himself from kissing her back.

“That would have been fun,” Celeste whispered, her mouth millimeters away from Dimitri’s lips. “But, we would have had to sort all the mess afterwards and found a good explanation as to how my computer screen ended up on the ground.” She nodded at the screen in question, which stood on a nearby shelf along with the stacks of documents that were scattered on the headmistress’ desk when Dimitri left the office earlier. “It’s easier this way.”

“Yeah,” Dimitri retorted, his voice still managing to produce some spite even with Celeste’s gentle massage of his lower region. “It was so much easier to make me feel like an unwanted idiot.” he added slowly.

“Awwww,” Celeste let out with a brief giggle as her hand stopped caressing his hard rod. “Sorry about that,” she whispered as she slowly started to crouch before him, her hand delicately pulling the front of Dimitri’s underwear down. “I only meant to make you feel like an idiot.”

“H...How is that better?” Dimitri asked with difficulty as his erection stood proudly as it was freed from his underwear.

He started to pant as he looked down at the headmistress, noticing that she had kneeled down before him. She ran the tip of her finger against the underside of his shaft, whose head was in full display a couple inches from her face. Her magenta eyes looked back up to him with the fire of desire clear inside of them, making Dimitri gulp nervously as his third leg twitched a bit at the delicate caress. Celeste coyly winked at him before blowing gently on his tip, making him shiver in excitement.

“.....Because you’ll never be unwanted by me,” Celeste stated softly before bringing her face forward.

Dimitri’s grip on the edge of the desk tightened instantly after the headmistress’ lips made contact with the tip of his erection. It was nothing more than a peck, barely lasting longer than a blink, but it still sent warm butterflies through all of Dimitri’s body. The second one, which was planted on the left side of his shaft, had the same effect. The same could be said about the third and the fourth, respectively gracing each side of his sack, though with a much bigger effect. The fifth one however took a surprising, but not unwelcome turn as the tip of Celeste’s tongue brushed against his whole length.

At first, the tip just softly went back and forth against the math teacher’s ruler, its licking noises covered by Celeste’s giggles at the sight of Dimitri actually praying to diverse deities for her to continue - quite a surprising thing to happen for a confirmed atheist like him. While briefly musing about the fact that she could probably make a saint out of him, Celeste pulled her tongue out more, brushing it in circles on Dimitri’s little head. As it was surrounded by a burning, yet wet embrace, Dimitri’s bigger head was thrown back in pleasure as his grip on the desk weakened to the point where when Celeste’s right hand softly pushed his torso, he offered no resistance at all.

The warmth around the tip of his cock gave way to a faint, colder -but still relatively hot- coat of saliva as Dimitri’s back landed on the desk. He took a few long breaths before finding the strength to move his head in order to look at what Celeste was doing. She had stood up from the ground, had pulled her open shirt off and was now pulling the zipper of her skirt down. When the beige, tailor skirt slipped off of her, Dimitri was graced with the sight of her lacy, white panties. They matched her bra to the perfection: just enough fabric to cover the private parts while the rest of it was just transparent lace made to show off the gorgeous, natural tan of her hairless crotch. He couldn’t stop himself from licking his lips at that sight, and the damp spot on the denser part of Celeste’s panties didn’t help at all.

Celeste’s hands went up to the front clasp of her bra as she stepped out of her fallen skirt. Deprived of their white, lacy support which Celeste let slide off of her, her massive breasts bounced a little bit, attracting Dimitri’s gaze instantly. She let out a brief giggle at the hungry glint in his red and yellow eyes before she approached the desk. Celeste leaned over his lying body, her large breasts hanging just above his pole.

“Please, tell me you’re going to do what I think you’re going to do?” Dimitri asked in a pleading tone.

“It depends,” Celeste calmly replied as she placed her elbows on the desk, one on each side of Dimitri’s thighs. “What do you think I’m going to do?” she asked with a sly grin, resting her chin on her joined hands as her breasts were pressed against Dimitri’s legs, barely an inch away from his standing manhood. “Or, should I say : ‘What do you HOPEI’m going to do?’” She asked sternly. “Maybe you were hoping that I would put it back in my mouth.” She ran the tip of her tongue on her upper lip as she said that. “...That I would suck it like a whore…” Dimitri’s breath quickened at her words. “...That I would let you shove it deep down my throat…” Celeste locked eyes with him as she brought her mouth closer to the purpling head. “... That I would let you come inside my throat…” Celeste added while giving it a swift, gentle lick. “...Maybe choking me with your load so huge that I wouldn’t be able to swallow it…” She leaned forward, causing Dimitri’s standing length to be enveloped by her two mounds. “...And as you would pull it out, you’d spray the rest of it all over my face…” Celeste shivered at the heat that radiated from Dimitri’s penis which was now trapped between her breasts. “... Marking me as yours… Your woman... Your toy… Your whore!” Dimitri gulped at the sight of his tip extending from her valley as she kept on breathing heavily on it. “Was that what you were hoping I was going to do, Pr. Dimitri Shutnikov?”

“....Well… To be honest, I was hoping that you’d finally try the “spinning top” position,” Dimitri replied as calmly as possible: voice shaking and sweating bullets due to the excitement and the heat he felt inside of him. “BUT, what you just said is kinda interesting, even if it is quite disturbing that you thought I would think of being that forceful to you. I mean, do you think I’m just the sort of man who would do that to you?! I respect you far too much to even think of….”

“I’’ll do both and let you dominate me from behind while I’m bent over my desk if you stop talking right about now,” Celeste whispered softly, her voice barely above a whisper and her lips almost not moving, during his long, shaky-voiced tirade.

I never thought I would be so happy to be in headmistress’ office, Dimitri thought as a religious silence instantly filled the office in question. Huh…. It’s weird that I keep on having that exact same thought every Friday afternoon since..WOOOO GODDAMMIT, SHE’S ACTUALLY DOING WHAT SHE SAID!!! Dimitri shouted in his head as Celeste’s plump lips wrapped themselves around the tip of his cock and she started bobbing her head, each following movement longer than the previous one.

And that was the last coherent thought Dimitri Shutnikov had until very late at night. Or at least, the last coherent thought of his that didn’t involve praising all the possible deities known to man for what Celeste Heliopolis was doing of him, which basically meant any-and-everything she wanted. Just as before, he was more than fine with that.

First extra: Fiddling Violins at night

Author's Note

First Clop chapter for GTVS

Here's what happened during the ellipse in the Fiddling Violin Chapter of GTVS. If you want to find out how they got there, I recommend reading GTVS first. If you're here for the NSFW scenes only, then you might not fully understand all the back story, but I hope you'll find your fill anyway.

Quick Reminder about the Characters:

Fiddlesticks and Symphony (known in GTVS as Fiona Buckner-Smith, and Viola Krauss)

PS: Edited By GWG and G3K0771

First extra: Fiddling Violins at night

All around them was nothing but a blur: The raging basses coming from the black-haired DJ, the stroboscopic lights that scanned the whole dancing crowd in the ManeHatOn, the gawking boys close by and their angry dates, their friends they had seen from the corner of the eye relaxing in a booth at the right side of the club. None of all that was clear in Viola and Fiona's eyes, and it didn’t bother either of them as they were completely entranced by each other.

Viola’s dark brown curls bounced at each sway of her body to the rhythm of the music. Or it would do so if Fiona hadn’t entwined her right fingers in it while she was dancing with its owner, while the other was on her loin, pulling the brunette closer than she already was. Viola, for her part, had both her arms around Fiona's neck and foulard and was busy doing what she had been doing for the last twenty or thirty minutes: kissing her partner with all the passion she could muster, pressing their bosoms together while they both grinded them up and down.

The constant friction between them hadn’t been much help in calming the ardent passion that had taken control of them when Fiona had softly pressed their lips together not half an hour ago. Viola felt intoxicated by it and the still functioning part of her mind rationed that Fiona was certainly in a similar case, but that didn’t make her want to stop.

A soft, yet strong yank of her hair broke the kiss and made her head go backwards a bit, exposing her pristine neck just long enough for Fiona to start sucking on it with passion. Her nails dug into her paramour’s shirt as she let out a high pitched moan that was drowned out by the blaring music around them. That small functioning part of her mind had just been shut down and it wouldn’t be long before her body would follow suit. It had only needed Fiona's left hand groping her right buttcheek.

Their owner completely out of breath by now, Viola’s legs gave up on her and her head fell on Fiona's shoulder. The hat wearing violinist had been startled by her partner’s sudden fall, but she didn’t let go of her at any moment. She looked at Viola’s face, noticing through the multicolored lights of the club how red her usually white cheeks were as she panted heavily against her shoulder.

“Let’s get down from this thin’,” Fiona suggested slowly after caressing Viola’s cheek. “Ya and Ah need some fresh air.”

Viola barely managed to nod in response while Fiona grabbed the brunette’s purse that had fallen between them during their heated dance and make out session. Fiona helped her partner back on her feet before she jumped down the six foot tall podium with the grace of a cat. Then she turned around and extended her arms up, signaling Viola that she would catch her.

The brunette let herself fall delicately in the awaiting arms of her dark-haired classmate, immediately finding her head landing once again on one of her shoulders. Fiona smiled softly, kissed Viola’s forehead and the two of them made their way for the exit, ignoring the many cat calls whistled at them by the nearby men. One even walked up to them to suggest to join him for the rest of the night. The four ice cold, blue eyes of the two girls glaring at him were more than enough to make him back off.

They walked out of the club, noticing that the line hadn’t diminished at all since they had walked in earlier. The bouncer that knew Diana’s mom gave them a brief glance before returning to his job and leaving the two high schoolers in peace after Fiona saluted with two of her fingers in his direction. They walked away from the line in silence, enjoying the cool air of this November night.

Her face recovering its usual, pale complexion little by little, Viola snuggled against Fiona who passed a protective arm around the dress-wearing violinist in response. While her body temperature was returning to more normal levels, Viola’s heartbeat didn’t slow down and her mind remained trapped by the burning passion that had taken control of it. She wanted one thing at that moment, and it was the woman with a green shirt and denim mini-shorts that held her close.

“F...Fiona…” she called softly, looking deep into Fiona's sky blue eyes.

“Yes?” Fiona replied in a whisper.

“...Let’s go some place else…” Viola demanded in a needy voice. “Not your flat… The others will be there at some point… Somewhere where there will be just you and me…” She swallowed her spit and breathed loudly, feeling her body burning up again. “... Just you...me…and…and a bed!”

There was a brief silence that followed Viola’s plea, a silence during which Fiona's face was unreadable. It was the worst moment of the day for Viola. During that short silence, questions popped in her head. Questions she feared one of the two possible answers: Was it too forward? Would this sudden passion between them burnout right now? Would this mark the end of their night? Would whatever they had was supposed to last just for tonight? Viola had never thought she would ever be hoping for no as an answer to all those questions when they concerned the violinist before her.

But when Fiona grabbed her chin and delicately pressed her lips against hers, Viola knew that the answer to those questions was indeed a no.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Fiona had lead them to a small motel close to five minutes away from her apartment complex. It was the same motel in which her parents stayed whenever they came to visit her. It was clean, comfortable and had many rooms available at this time of the year, even around midnight. After booking the room 124 to a receptionist who looked like he wanted nothing more than to sleep in his own bed, Fiona and Viola ran to their door, ignoring the open pool and the few other clients they encountered on the way, walked in and locked the door behind them.

As soon as she heard the lock in place, Viola jumped into Fiona's arms, locking her lips with hers with an even greater passion than before. She hadn’t known until now that it was actually possible. The cowgirl replied in kind, lifting her paramour by grabbing both her buttcheeks. They had stopped thinking the moment they passed the threshold, letting their ardent passion once again take the lead of their bodies.

Fiona carried Viola to the double bed situated in the center of the room before lying her down and climbing on top of her, their lips nearly glued together while their tongues swirled around each other with vigor. Both let out long moans of pleasure with their eyes closed, while Viola let her hands wander over Fiona's figure.

Her pristine hands explored the surface of the tanned, uncovered navel with circular motions, sending shivers of pleasure through Fiona's spine. When Fiona broke the kiss to breathe, Viola smirked and pushed her hands under the tight green shirt, feeling the more chiseled ribs under her fingertips before she felt a softer fabric in contact with her paramour’s skin. Her triumphant smirk widened softly.

“I wasn’t expecting a lace bra,” Viola purred softly as Fiona squirmed under the violinist’s digits’ exploration of her piece of underwear and what it was holding.

Fiona didn’t acknowledge the remark at all. She was too busy enjoying the massage Viola had started on her breasts to do so. She remained on her four above Viola and her wandering hands, grabbing the sheets with strength and panting loudly. When her fingers bumped into a small bump on Fiona's left breast, she immediately started to apply a bit of pressure on it, causing Fiona's arms to give up on her.

Fiona's head fell on the bed right next to Viola’s, causing her astoundingly long, dark hair to fall in a mess around it and her hat to roll on the mattress until it fell from the bed. Such fall had caused Viola to be suddenly blinded by the hair of her paramour. While her nose was assaulted by the strong smell of orange flowers, the scent of the shampoo Fiona used, Viola withdrew her hands from under Fiona's shirt and pushed the black hair out of her face. She then brushed it all to the other side of Fiona's head, slowly but surely unveiling the panting face buried into the dark red bed sheets.

“Where… Where did ya learn how to do that?” Fiona asked through her heavy breathings. “That thing on ma chest…”

“Well, sometimes I felt the need for a longer shower and I … explored the possibilities,” Viola coquettishly replied with a small blush and Fiona who didn’t miss the implication blushed as well. “Didn’t you ever do the same?”

“Ah guess…” Fiona replied by lying down next to Viola’s body.

They remained like that for a few seconds before Viola managed to take off her high heel shoes while Fiona kicked her boots off. Their eyes didn’t leave each other while they were taking off the needless things they had on: Their wristwatches, Viola’s earrings and necklace, Fiona's wallet and phone she kept in her shorts front pockets.

As soon as Fiona's phone was on the nightstand, Viola passed her leg above her stomach and straddled the hatless cowgirl’s waist. They stared at each other in silence, both knowing and wanting what would normally follow, but not daring to make a move first. That short pause had made them aware that they were standing at the point of no-return. Nothing will ever be like it was before if they decided to cross it.

It was at that moment that they both started to think to what it was like before today, before they cried in each other’s arms: the bitterness, the anger, the frustration, the sarcasms… Before wasn’t that attractive now that they thought about it.

Fiona was the first to act. She brought a lightly tanned hand to Viola’s pristine left cheek, gently rubbing it with her thumb while her other caressed the leggings-clad leg of the girl straddling her. Viola breathed out softly and started to nuzzle her paramour’s hand, delicately pecking it every now and then. While doing so, she brought her own hands back to the bottom of Fiona's shirt.

With extreme dedication and precision, Viola slowly unbuttoned Fiona's flannel shirt, parting it open after each button while still absently nuzzling Fiona's hand. Once the last button was open, her gaze focused itself on the red, lacy bra that had been revealed to her, noticing the small bud that poked under the carmine fabric on top of each mound. After a few seconds of staring at it, Viola also noticed it heaved up and down more intensively than before.

“You’re pretty in red, Fiona,” Viola whispered as Fiona's hands were drawn down to the bed. “Very pretty,” she added softly as Fiona sat up to let Viola take her shirt off.

The lace-clad chest met the dressed one as Fiona captured Viola’s lips into a kiss. Unlike their previous kisses, it wasn’t driven by a sudden passion or by lust. It was gentle, reassuring, comforting... It was at that moment that Viola could place a name on what she felt for Fiona at that moment, on what she had felt through all the years she had known her but that she had hidden under the appearance of hatred and jealousy, on what she had been feeling ever since that fourteen year-old with an orange foulard around her neck had played her old family violin before her new class at Celestia’s Royal Academy of Canterlot.

Once her shirt had slided down her arms and laid on top of the mattress, Fiona pulled her hands out of the sleeves and pushed it aside before breaking the kiss, seeing Viola kiss the air in attempt to catch the fleeing lips once again. Viola opened her eyes and stared at Fiona's sky blue irises.

“Fiona… I… I…”

“Shhhhhh,” Fiona interrupted her softly, bringing one finger on top of Viola’s mouth. “We ain’t really the best when it comes to words… So let’s not say anything for now…”

“Hum-hum!” Viola slowly nodded in response before leaning forward to kiss the half-naked girl again.

The fact that Viola didn’t correct her ain’t was not lost to Fiona who softly smiled into the kiss. The Southerner’s hands caressed Viola’s body before they found the zipper of her dress behind her back while the still dressed violinist hands found the knot on Fiona's scarf, foulard. The knot came undone faster than the zipper which got stuck because of a badly situated fold. When Viola pulled the orange fabric away, it rubbed against the right side of Fiona's neck, making her wince in pain. Viola immediately stopped pulling when she noticed it.

The moment was a bit broken between the two before their eyes met. Viola could see the worry and the pain in the sky blue eyes while their owner spotted incomprehension and the fear to have hurt her by accident in Viola’s sea colored eyes. Fiona looked away with a small tear in her eye before Viola’s hand forced her to look back at her. She planted a small, reassuring kiss on her lips and leaned against her forehead.

“It’s not just an accessory, is it ?” Viola whispered gently to her paramour.

Fiona sniffed quietly. “No… It hides somethin’... Somethin’ Ah don’t like people to see…”

“.... May I?” Viola grabbed one end of the orange piece of neckwear.

“..... Ya won’t leave if Ah let ya?”

“I won’t leave!”

The firmness in the affirmation was enough to convince Fiona. Shakingly, she nodded two times. Viola delicately unwrapped the foulard, making sure to not pull it against Fiona's skin once again, until it was just hanging on the right side of Fiona's neck and her shoulder. Fiona closed her eyes and tensed greatly when the fabric was lifted off her bare skin.

Viola blinked a couple of times in surprise while her lips slightly parted from one another. Fiona's naturally tanned skin stopped around a large white, burn scar that took nearly the whole right side of her neck. Without realizing, she brought her fingers forward to touch the old wound, only to have Fiona whimper when she felt fingertips at the limit between her skin and her scar.

Not daring to look, Fiona felt the fingers being pulled away as well as Viola’s body leaving her thighs. She heard the mattress cringe under the weight of someone leaving it and felt like crying, as words that had been thrown at her after the burn freshly popped in her mind.

“EWWWW! It’s gross! Don’t you know that there’s surgery that can mask that?”

“Her family doesn’t have the money for it most likely. ”

“I hope you didn’t wish for Prince Charming to come and take you away from the farm!”

“Yeah. Princes only take pretty Princesses to their castles, not half-cooked ugly peasants.”

“Not that she was pretty to begin with.”

She was about to let tears roll out of her eyes when she heard the sound of a zipper from the left right side of the bed followed a very faint noise of clasps being undone.

“Fiona.”

Viola’s gentle voice forced Fiona to turn her head toward the right side of the bed and opened her eyes. Viola was standing next to the bed, with her arms crossed over her chest, her expression calm and serene. Fiona couldn’t not notice that the upper side of her dress seemed a bit loose.

“I won’t leave,” Viola repeated before her hands pulled the straps of her dress down her shoulders.

Fiona gulped with wide eyes as the dress and the jet black bra that Viola was wearing beneath it slided down her body and fell at her feet, leaving her with just a pair of lacy panties and her semi-opaque black leggings that clashed with her pale skin. Fiona knew that Viola minded her figure, but she hadn’t realized how well she minded it.

No matter where she looked, Fiona couldn’t find a single bad thing to say about the girl before her. Her skin was pristine like the fresh snow. Her waist was slightly more narrow than her hips and chest which gave her a beautiful hourglass figure. Her breasts were the size of large oranges looking as smooth and white as the rest of her skin, not counting the small pink areolas and her cherry-colored nipples on top of them.

Fiona's eyes widened further when Viola passed her hands under the band of her leggings and panties and in one smooth move, pushed them down her legs while leaning forward. Then she stepped out of her leggings and walked back to the bed. As she climbed back on it, Fiona noticed that Viola had been bikini waxed. The naked snow-white beauty stopped right next to the tanned half dressed cowgirl’s side.

“Go-Gosh… Ya.. Ya’re…”

“I am?”

“Ya’re so...Ahg... “ Fiona stammered with a mad blush while Viola giggled softly.

“You were right: We’re not really good with words,” Viola admitted playfully before taking Fiona's hands in her own. “Let’s not say anything for now,” she repeated Fiona's earlier declaration in a whisper. “We’ll have to show how we find the other beautiful,”

“Ya.. Ya think Ah’m beautiful?” Fiona asked in a trembling tone.

“I’ll show you,” Viola whispered with a smile and a nod while leaning forward.

She gave a small peck on Fiona's forehead and started to kiss her way down to her nose, then to her mouth. While she did so, her right hand went for the clasp at the front of Fiona's bra while her left one caressed the tanned skin in direction of the old burn.

“Viola, ma scar. It’s sensitive. Very sensitive,” Fiona explained with difficulty as her bra snapped open in the blink of an eye.

“I’ll be extremely gentle then,” Viola assured in a whisper before she started to caress Fiona's naked breast with her right hand and used one of her left fingertips to brush against the scarred skin.

The effect was nearly instantaneous. Under Viola’s touch, Fiona couldn’t hold back her moans and her shivers. Not unlike earlier, Viola started to tweak, rub and flick Fiona's nipple, which had gotten erect at the moment Viola touched her burned neck, with her fingers while her hand was caressing her mound with firmness.

Fiona arched her body as she fell backwards a few minutes after Viola started touching her, landing heavily on the red-sheeted mattress before Viola crawled on top of her, barely giving her any rest as her darker bosom was crushed under the pale one. Viola pressed her breasts together and started to rub them against Fiona's in circular motions, causing extra friction between the four hard bundles of nerves.

Viola quickly joined Fiona's Viola of moans and monosyllabic prayers to God because of what she did. Hearing Fiona's cries of pleasure and knowing she was the one causing it got her more excited than the physical stimulation in itself. Fiona remained passive for a few minutes, enjoying the brand new feeling of heat filling her up because of Viola.

Then she gathered the strength to lift her arms and use them to bring Viola’s lips on top of hers. For the first time tonight, Fiona took the initiative during their kiss and pushed her tongue past her paramour’s lips, causing Viola’s to strongly spasm in pleasure. The brunette tried to fight back the Southerner’s tongue with her own but quickly got dominated by the invading pink muscle.

The sudden and much more passionate kiss from the dark-haired girl completely turned the table, almost literally, as Fiona was now on top of a mind-blown Viola that laid on the mattress. All that the brunette could do for a few minutes was to keep kissing back with the fervor that tried to match her partner’s. Probably the best minutes of her life so far.

Still lip-locked with Fiona, Viola felt her chest being slightly relieved of some of the weight that held her down. As if Fiona had started to lean just on her left arm instead of both. Then she heard a few metallic noises coming from between their nether regions, and couldn’t help but smile into the kiss. Viola lowered her arms down, blindly finding her paramour’s free hand struggling with her belt buckle.

With the aid of the two pristine hands, Fiona managed to undo her belt and unbutton her shorts. Pulling them down while she was straddling Viola proved to be impossible after they both tried to do so several times. Very frustrated to have to break the kiss, Fiona pulled off from above Viola to push her denim mini-shorts down her legs, leaving Viola to catch her breath while musing about how well shaped Fiona's legs were.

Cycling to School back and forth did some good on her! Viola thought with admiration about the thin and muscular limbs that were unveiled before her.

Not that the skin-tight denim did a very good job at veiling them in the first place, but there was something enticing about seeing it slide down Fiona's legs until it was kicked out of bed by its owner. Then Fiona did the same with her panties that matched the red, lacy and now open bra that she had kept on, not without Viola noticing a darker crimson spot on the fabric of the underwear. Fiona was really getting into it and it riled Viola up even more than whatever they had done before.

While her partner decided to get rid of the bra that hung open on her shoulders, Viola gathered the pillows in one big pile against the head of the bed before leaning against it. She sighed softly once her back was supported by her pillow-made seat as Fiona turned back to her. It wasn’t long before Fiona had retaken her position of sitting on Viola’s thighs and pressing their chest together once again.

Viola’s mind became foggy once their erect nipples were back to rubbing against one another while she felt a drop of a boiling liquid fall on her thighs, guessing from which part of Fiona's body it came without too much problem. She knew that if she let Fiona take the lead now, Viola would never have the chance to show her partner how beautiful she was tonight.

She had one shot to do so, one that was a risky gamble, just like all that had happened so far. Viola took a deep breath, grabbed her fistful of Fiona's long hair and gave it a little pull. Fiona groaned a little bit but didn’t try to resist the pull, making her throw her head back, exposing her whole neck to Viola. The curly brunette licked her lips with a hungry growl before she pressed them on the scarred, whiter skin and extended her free hand between her paramour’s thighs.

The long, high-pitched moan of pleasure that came from her throat, the intense shiverings that coursed through her entire body, the creaks of the the bed’s contour when she held on to it, her hips jerking in Viola’s direction before her hand ever made it to Fiona's recently shaved crotch, the sudden moisture dripping on said hand when it eventually reached its goal: all of Fiona's reactions told her paramour that her gamble had paid off, quite a lot as a matter of fact.

Viola smirked in her head before she started to delicately lavish attention on Fiona's throat with her lips while her fingers found the source of the moisture down below and rubbed it softly. Fiona was too shocked to even say a word, all she could muster were throaty noises that she let out each time Viola’s silk-like lips delicately pinched her scarred skin or when her agile fingers had done one passage over her drenched lower lips before they started to do it in the other direction.

Despite its guttural tone, Fiona's voiced excitement was sweeter and more pleasant to hear than her violin in Viola’s ears. The similarity between the woman in her grasp and her favorite instrument was not lost on the seasoned violinist. She was indeed playing Fiona like she was playing her violin, just with her tongue and lips replacing her bow and right hand.

First finger on D string… Viola thought as she inserted her forefinger between Fiona's soaking netherlips while she gave a long lick across her old burned skin. Hmmm, close enough to an E… though a bit sharp. She commented as Fiona's cry of pleasure rang just like a musical note to her ear.

Viola kept practicing her fingering on her new instrument, executing the major, melodic minor and harmonic minor scales. Playing Fiona was a lot harder than her violin, but Viola knew that with a little bit of practice she would hit perfect notes in no times. Though she wouldn’t mind hearing false notes in her current playing, opposite to playing her more traditional instrument, for every note, true or false, would be one of Fiona's exhilarated moans.

“Viola...Please… More!” Fiona begged between shrieks as her head rested limply on Viola’s shoulder as the musician just finished her third major scale.

Now that she felt confident in her fingering performances, Viola decided to work on her bowing. Instead of short licks or pecks to accompany each of her fingers rubbing the inside of Fiona's dripping core, Viola practiced a Legato with her tongue, making it go back and forth on Fiona scarred skin while her fingers came in and out of her paramour’s core swiftly now that they had been perfectly lubricated by Fiona's excitement.

“YES! YES! YES! YES!” Fiona shouted in extreme pleasure as her whole body shook like a magnitude seven earthquake was happening inside her. “OH, YES!!!”

Viola sped up her pace and started to play with two fingers on Fiona's inner strings, causing her approving shouts to become nothing but loud “Ahhh”s or “Ohhh”’s while her back arched and her hips rocked towards Viola’s hand to make her fingers go deeper inside her.

Fiona kept feeling the tension and heat inside her climbing drastically at the double-finger play of the woman beneath her. Her mind was about to explode into tiny pieces as her nerves barely kept up with the signals coming from her inner walls and her neck. Her eyes were foggy as she just saw a part of Viola’s head moving back and forth to the rhythm of the wet appendage rubbing her scar. Her arms stopped holding onto the contour of the bed and fell limply along Viola’s body. The only parts of her body that moved were her mouth that kept exhaling hot air on Viola’s neck and cheek and her hips that kept jerking against Viola’s hand. Those were the only two movements her mind was acknowledging at the moment, and it stopped doing so when Viola inserted a third finger inside her.

She’s almost done… Viola thought as Fiona stopped jerking against her hand and her fingers were deep inside pressing against three different parts of her core. …How about a Pizzicato on G string with the fourth finger to end this performance...

She twisted her hand to bring her little finger and her thumb to each side of the small bud just above Fiona's slit. Viola sucked Fiona's neck skin between her lips and pinched it softly while doing so to her clit.

Whenever someone played a violin too roughly or for too long, the chords would end up breaking during a performance, producing the most disturbing sound that a violinist could hear coming from his instrument. Though, in this particular case, the exploding sound of Fiona climaxing as all the tension building up inside her broke was the most beautiful and perfect note Viola would ever play in her life.

Fiona's scream as her orgasm hosed out of her lower lips, drenching her paramour’s forearms and thighs as well as the red sheets of the bed, was so strong that Viola feared for one moment that her eardrum and the motel room’s windows would shatter because of it. Luckily for her both never happened, preventing her from having to explain to her parents why she would need reparative ear surgery and from paying the repairs of motel windows after explaining to her parents what exactly caused it.

She barely had time to think about her parents and what would they think about her situation when Fiona collapsed on top of her after she pulled her drenched fingers out of her flower. Fiona's erratic breathes softly went back to a much more stable rhythm while her strength was slowly coming back. Viola wiped her soaked hand on the sheets before taking Fiona's head in her arms after its owner nuzzled her neck softly. Fiona's eyes were still hazy from the afterglow and it looked like she had trouble just keeping them open, judging on how often they blinked.

“V..Viola…”

“Yes?”

“Thank ya….For not leavin’...” Fiona whispered before snuggling deeply between the snow-white breasts of her paramour.

“... It was my pleasure,” Viola assured amorously as she passed her fingers through Fiona's fluffy and long locks of hair.

Fiona responded by shaking her head into Viola’s cleavage, making her giggle as hair-tips brushed against her skin.

“...No it wasn’t…. Ah’ll get ya that in a few minutes… Just need to rest a little…”

Fiona then remained silent after Viola rolled her eyes and kept combing her hair with her fingers while listening and feeling her paramour slowly breath in and out from her little valley. She was convinced that Fiona had fallen asleep in her bosom before she felt a pair of lips pressing against her left underbust a good ten minutes after Fiona last spoke. She was thinking that Fiona was probably dreaming and acting without knowing until another kiss was given by her apparently sleeping paramour. Then another, and another, and another...

Viola felt herself getting hot as the kisses on her mound became bigger and more daring, slowly making their way to the cherry-colored nipple at its top. She didn’t need more than Fiona to blow softly on it for the soft bundle of nerves for it to turn harder than a rock. Viola’s chest heaved while she licked her lips in response to Fiona's hot breath on her nipple. She closed her eyes when Fiona leaned forward to take the dark pink bud in her mouth.

She waited a full minute but the warm feeling of a mouth on her bosom was absent. She blinked one eye open seeing Fiona loved at her feet like a cat, her long hair wildly hiding all her back and a good portion of her firm buttcheeks while she glanced at Viola’s frowning face with curiosity. Fiona brought her hands closer to Viola’s ankles, softly caressing them with the tips of her fingers.

“Ahem?!”

“Ah didn’t forget ya,” Fiona said in a low purr that sent thrilled shivers through Viola’s spine despite her irritation. “Ah’m just figurin’ a few thin’s out…” she added while looking at Viola’s right side, then at her left.

“What things?” Viola asked in confusion.

“If there’s a chance for ya to knock yer pretty head on the headrest,” Fiona explained, confusing Viola even more. “There ain’t…”

“Wha…”

Fiona suddenly grabbed Viola’s ankles and strongly pulled them to her, making Viola yelp in shock and surprise as her body slid down her pillows. Before she could even comprehend what was going on, she felt Fiona's hands grab her sides and pulled them up, making her stand on her shoulders.

Viola looked up in shock, seeing Fiona's head looking down on her from between her thighs. Fiona had made Viola’s legs pass above her shoulders while she was holding her waist to keep Viola’s secret flower up to her face level. Viola couldn’t stop herself from blushing, both from the embarrassing position she was in and from the blood coming to her head due to her being upside down.

“Fiona, WHA….”

Her dark-haired paramour gently blew on her wet slit while one hand caressed its way up to it, changing Viola’s shout into a heartfelt, pleased moan. From below, with her breasts dropping toward her face and obscuring her vision a bit, Viola saw Fiona's hand reaching for her bare crotch and letting her fingers explore its surface.

“Smooth as silk, just like all the rest of yer body,” Fiona commented in admiration as her fingers brushed around Viola’s hairless flower. “How do ya do that?” She inhaled Viola’s inner thighs. “Gosh! Ya even smell good down here…”

“....” Viola winced in pleasure as Fiona started to kiss the inside of her left thigh. “...Must be-Must be the products I use to bathe…”

“Ya bathe in essence of silk or what?” Fiona asked playfully, kissing her way down her paramour’s leg, coming closer to her flower every second.

“...I do…” Viola answered with a loud gulp. “... some silk bath salts I buy online…”

“.......” Fiona blinked in shock as she had her answer despite not expecting one. “Welp, don’t stop usin’ them!”

Viola wanted to nod in answer, but she could only throw her head back with a long throaty moan when Fiona pressed her lips against her lower ones, which were now technically her upper ones. Out of reflex, her legs crossed themselves behind Fiona's neck to make sure the Southerner wouldn’t pull away from her soaked objective. Not that it was in her intentions to do so.

Fiona's tongue slid past Viola’s outer lips and licked the pink folds of Viola’s flower while her nose tickled her pearl each time she breathed out. Viola’s nectar was bitter, not really a taste for Fiona's palate which was more used to the apples and peaches grown on her family farm, yet she couldn’t get enough of it. She pushed her tongue further at each stroke before she lapped the translucent liquid that kept pouring out of Viola’s slit.

It wasn’t before a few minutes that Fiona realized that she wasn’t carrying Viola anymore. Indeed, her hands were just a few centimeters below Viola’s white, smooth buttcheeks that they were holding before. She looked down on her paramour and saw the classy violinist arching her body to push on her shoulders in order to bring her core closer to the source of her pleasure. Seeing the brunette shouting various obscenities in an extremely pleasure-filled voice while wincing her need for contact as she pushed her pelvis upwards was extremely satisfactory.

Since she didn’t have to worry about carrying her anymore, Fiona thought of another way to pleasure her brunette screamer some more. Still slurping and licking Viola’s folds, Fiona brought her hands down her paramour’s breasts and gave them a little massage that made Viola’s entire body shiver. Fiona pulled her tongue out of Viola’s spasming flower as her fingers locked their grip on her pink, swollen nipples. The sudden jerk of Viola would have probably stunned her if she hadn’t.

“Oh, my god! OH MY GOD!!!!” Viola screamed in pure bliss as Fiona pulled, twisted or flicked her two cherries with her fingers. “OH GOD!!!!!” Viola hollered when Fiona captured her pearl between her lips.

As she sucked on it, Fiona flicked her tongue over it and played with Viola’s nipples even more harder than before. In response, Viola’s screams matched the one from Fiona's climax as she pushed on her arms and arched her back. The two bodies now formed a perfect capital ‘’D’’ on top of the mattress. Then, Fiona pressed her teeth just a little bit against the bundle of nerves above Viola’s slit.

After she did so, Fiona felt Viola’s body shaking violently and pulled away from her overly stimulated pearl and took the full strength of her paramour’s orgasm right in the face. Viola’s juices sprayed against Fiona's visage, rebounding on it before falling on the sheets and Viola’s now relaxing body and visage in form of droplets.

Viola looked up with fog-filled eyes and saw Fiona unhooking her legs from behind her back and delicately rested them on top of the bed. Fiona still had her eyes closed for her face was soaked to the skin with Viola’s orgasm. She brought her hands to her face and slowly wiped Viola’s nectar off, not without getting a final swig of it before she dried her hand on the closest thing she found, other than Viola’s panting and otherwise motionless body : the sheets.

Fiona stepped out of the bed before she picked Viola up. The recovering violinist didn’t argue and simply hugged her paramour as strongly as she could in her weakened state. With Viola secured in her grasp, Fiona pulled the stained sheets and the blanket in between them off the bed and tossed it all in a ball at the bottom of the bed. Then she put Viola on the fitted sheet and the pillows, the two parts that had avoided their respective orgasms.

Once Viola was comfortably settled, Fiona took place next to her and pulled her in a tight, warm embrace to make up for the absence of a blanket. Viola snuggled her classmate’s burn scar before planting a small kiss on Fiona's lips. Fiona and Viola then looked into each other’s blue eyes, thinking back to all that happened since this morning.

“‘t was quite a day, ain’t it?” Fiona asked softly.

“Hum-hum,” Viola replied with a short nod as Fiona passed her hand through her brown curls. “It started just as an ordinary saturday… and now here we are...”

“Yep, here we are,” Fiona repeated softly.

“... Fiona?”

“Yes?”

“What will happen now?” Viola asked with worry as she scooted closer to the cowgirl who tightened her hug. “To us… What are we now?”

“What we are?”

“Yes…”

“Well, for starters, we were Classmates…”

“Fiona, be serious for a min…”

“Classmates who became instant rivals instead of friends,” Fiona continued with a calm tone, causing Viola to shuffle uneasily. “Rivals who let that friendly competition turn into a deep anger and inimity. Rivals that then became enemies. Enemies that spent years hating each other.”

Fiona paused her tale when Viola sniffed a little and wiped the tear out of the brunette’s eye.

“Over the time, we became enemies that found a certain respect for each other’s skill. Enemies that could work with one another without tearing each other apart. Enemies that shared a special moment last Nightmare night… Then, there was today….Today, when Enemies had a talk and became Rivals once again. Today, when Rivals became Classmates again… Today when Classmates apologized to one another and became friends…”

Viola sniffed one more time, only this time, she was smiling softly at what the Southerner declared.

“Viola, that’s what we were before now… What will happen, Ah can’t say. No one can,” Fiona assured. “Ah can only answer ya what Ah know for sure…”

“Which is?”

“Ya and Ah are just two girls who fell in love on an ordinary saturday!”

Viola’s retort was pulling the other violinist into a soft and long kiss which was returned immediately. After their lips were separated, the two violinists hugged each other, both ready to fall into a more than deserved slumber.

“Good night, Fiona.”

“‘Night, Viola.”

“Oh, and Fiona?”

“Yes?”

“It’s isn’t, not ain’t!” Viola reminded her for the ten thousandth time since they’ve known each other, only it was the first time she said it with a small giggle before she closed her eyes with a small smile on her face.

“Whatever!” Fiona rolled her eyes like she would usually do, but this time she was smiling warmly instead of frowning sourly.

She pecked her lover’s forehead before resting her head on top of Viola’s and a few minutes later, both were asleep in each other’s arms.

Second Extra: Octavia's big "motivations"

Author's Note

Second Clop chapter for GTVS

Here's what happened after the first break in the Day before the audition Chapter of GTVS. If you want to find out/or remember about the circumstances, I'd suggest reading GTVS first. If you're here for the NSFW scenes only, then you might not fully understand all the back story, but I hope you'll find your fill anyway.

Quick Reminder about the Characters:

Vincenza Vinyl Scratch, music teacher at a private school of Canterlot, and Octavia Philharmonica, one of Vinyl's student, fortune roommate of Vinyl, and her secret lover

Edited, and proof-read by Cyanhide, Royal Rainbow & Batmane of Equestria

Second Extra: Octavia's big "motivations"

A couple hours after Octavia’s third biking lessons, back at the Philharmonica’s residence…

“Well, I’m proud of you, Octavia,” Vito assured with a warm smile after his daughter finished telling excitedly about her third bike riding lesson with her blue-haired teacher/roommate. “I wasn’t quite sure about letting you try that,” he admitted with a brief wince. “But, I suppose I underestimated Vincenza’s teaching skills,” he added for the young woman sitting cozily on the chair closest to the chimney.

“Don’t sweat it, Vito.” Vinyl waved noncommittally as she tried to make one with the comfortable chair. “You’re not the first to have doubted them. You certainly won’t be the last.”

“Still, I shouldn’t have, considering that I’m the reason you’re teaching in the first place,” Vito let out with a calm chuckle.

“You’re right, father. You shouldn’t have!” Octavia remarked with a shrug. “You should even feel bad about it!”

“Do you see that, Vinyl?” Vito asked the grinning teacher in false shock. “My own daughter doesn’t side with me.”

“Solidarita femminile, Padrone.” [Female solidarity, Boss,]Vinyl explained mischievously as a giggling Octavia sat on the long couch across the living room. “Chè ci vuoi fare?” [Whatcha wanna do?]

“Le donne...” [Women…] Vito let out with a defeated sigh before he placed a hand on his stomach. “Well I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry.” He stated after seeing it was almost one in the afternoon on the hall’s clock.

“Same here!” Vinyl called instantly in a plaintive voice. “But I won’t cook because I refuse to stand up from this chair and be away from the fire!” she added, pointing at the burning logs in the white marble hearth.

“I thought it wasn’t that cold today, Vincenza,” Octavia retorted with a cocked eyebrow. “Isn’t that what you said when we were outside with the bike?”

“I’m not cold, Ottavia. I just really, really enjoy that marvellous fire your father prepared for me,” Vinyl explained with a relaxed sigh. “Sooooooo comfy…..”

“Riiiight,” Octavia let out while keeping her eyebrow raised. “Back to what you were saying, Father, I don’t mind cooking a little something for us,” she said calmly as she turned toward Vito, who had picked his phone up.

“Actually, I’m in a pizza mood right now,” Vito explained before his daughter could add anything else. “It has been a while since we last had one.”

“Pizza for lunch?” Octavia asked slowly. “On a sunday?”

“Vito, if my mother wasn’t so stupidly in love with that pompous, evil fashion designer, whom I shall not name in the presence of a child,” Vinyl stated nodding at Octavia. “I’d hook you up with her to have you as my step dad for what you’re suggesting!” she continued, ignoring Octavia’s angry “HEY!”.

“As interesting as your mother is, Vincenza, I’m afraid she’s not really my type,” Vito replied calmly.

“Awwwwwww,” Vinyl let out in disappointment. “I’ll just console myself with the pizza then. Pepperoni with extra mozzarella for me.”

“Well, since you’ve already decided, I’ll just go with the flow and eat light tonight.” Octavia commented matter-of-factly. “I’d like a Margherita, please.”

“Margherita, and Pepperoni with extra mozzarella,” Vito repeated slowly as he dialed the number of the pizzaiolo. “And one with anchovies for me.” He decided before he brought the phone to his ear.

After his call to the pizzeria, Vito settled down next to his daughter after writing down that their pizzas would be ready in a little over half an hour. He kept chatting with his daughter about her bike riding session from earlier, and about Octavia’s big audition for the gala that was for the day after for a quarter of an hour, with Vinyl seemingly napping in her chair.

When his alarm rang, Vito stood up to go get the pizzas himself. When his confused daughter had asked him why he hadn’t just asked for the delivery, Vito had replied that he had been cooped up in his house since Friday night, and that he felt like going out a bit, even if it was cold outside. Vito patted his daughter’s head playfully before grabbing his coat, car keys and wallet and went down in the garage.

After her father left the room, Octavia stood up to check the state of the logs in the hearth. Noticing that they were almost consumed already, the black-haired girl put another one in the fire while hearing her father’s car slowly driving toward the property’s front gate. Once she couldn’t hear the car anymore, she slowly walked to the chair occupied by the napping teacher. Calmly, and without pausing at all, Octavia climbed on the chair to kneel above Vinyl’s lap, her knees siding her teacher’s hips. The blue-haired teacher opened her cerise eyes to see the reflection of the orange flames in her student’s amethyst-colored eyes.

“Ciao, mia studentessa,” [Hello, my student,] Vinyl purred softly.

“Ciao, Professoressa,” [Hello, Teacher,] Octavia replied softly as she passed her hands behind Vinyl’s neck. “We’re home alone, it seems.”

“Apparently so,” Vinyl said as she stirred to sit up straight. “What do you want to do?”

“Well, Sunday is supposed to be our “Make-oughgmmmmm.”

Vinyl interrupted Octavia’s reply by accomplishing the main objective she and the dark-haired cellist on her lap had established for their Sundays after the latter’s eighteenth birthday: make-out as hard as possible. Octavia welcomed her teacher/secret lover’s lips instantly and pulled Vinyl’s head toward her, making sure the lips she loved so much wouldn’t leave hers. Vinyl’s hands creeping up from her lower back told her that the thought wasn’t in the twenty-two-year-old woman’s mind at all.

Both let out pleasured moans in each other’s lips as they tilted their heads to deepen the kiss for a minute or two before their torsos were pressed together by their respective pulls. Shivers of excitement ran down Octavia’s entire body when Vinyl’s voluptuous breasts were pushed against her petite chest. Feeling the younger girl’s body tremble against her own, Vinyl decided to part her lips to let her tongue out to brush against the cellist’s pink lips while her right hand decided to go down.

Octavia opened her own lips even before Vinyl’s wet muscle could get the first contact against them. With the blue-haired girl’s hand groping her right butt cheek forcefully, Octavia welcomed the tongue of her lover in her mouth as warmly as she had welcomed the hand on her backside. As her tongue was dominated by the invading one, Octavia felt herself being pushed by Vinyl who leaned away from the backrest.

The cellist’s exhilarated moans became instantly louder when Vinyl’s other hand grabbed her second buttcheek and started to massage both of them vigorously. When Vinyl started small, circular motions with her torso, effectively massaging Octavia’s with her breasts, the young cellist remembered a small detail about the motorcycle exercises from earlier. She slowly, and reluctantly broke the kiss to speak, but Vinyl only stopped her lips and tongue, not the rest of her body.

“....Vi...Vinyl,” Octavia whispered blissfully. “..Vinyl...Wait…”

“Si, Tesoro?” [Yes, Dear/Sweetie?] Vinyl asked softly as she slowed down her movements, thus allowing Octavia to gather herself faster.

“Earlier with the bike… You motivated me,” Octavia reminded, panting heavily as she looked straight in her lover’s cerise eyes, seeing a glint of amusement in them. “You promised me something…”

“It does ring a bell, yes,” Vinyl replied with a nod. “And?”

“I..I I want to collect my due, Vinyl,” Octavia stated firmly despite blushing twice as hard as during their long, passionate kiss.

Vinyl let out a brief humm of reflexion before she let her body fall back against the backrest, effectively breaking the contact between hers and Octavia’s torsos, while gently resting her hands on Octavia’s thighs. Smirking slyly, Vinyl titled her head to the side while she cast the hottest come-hither look Octavia had ever seen.

“Well, if you want it, you just need to make the move, Ottavia,” Vinyl purred in a fiery tone that quickened the already fast-paced heartbeat of the raven-haired girl.

With the sound of her beating heart covering the cracks of the logs in the hearth, Octavia licked her lips as she gathered her courage. She pulled her hands away from behind Vinyl’s neck, and lowered them to the hem of Vinyl’s deep blue hoodie. Octavia passed the tip of her fingers past it, feeling the cotton undershirt that her lover wore under the thick woolen garment. Then Octavia’s fingers went underneath the cotton, and met the warm skin of Vinyl’s belly.

“Woooo,” Vinyl let out playfully as she shivered a bit. “Your fingers are a bit cold,” she replied to Octavia’s silent question as she pulled her digits away.

“...I’m lucky you’re warm then…” Octavia sheepishly chuckled as she timidly pressed her fingers against Vinyl’s skin.

“Huh-huh,” Vinyl replied with a nod when Octavia pressed her whole palms against her belly. “Keep going up, Tesoro.” she whispered, calmly closing her eyes.

Smiling softly at the pet name, Octavia pushed her hands up Vinyl’s smooth and seemingly flat stomach. Humming in pleasure, Vinyl raised her right hand to caress Octavia’s long, black hair, while the young cellist slowly, but surely reached for her prize. When the tip of her fingers came in contact with Vinyl’s underbust, Octavia realized with excitement that her teacher hadn’t tricked her: She really hadn’t put a bra on today.

“Fa ti piacere, Ottavia,” [Enjoy, Octavia,] Vinyl ordered in a whisper, purring in satisfaction before she once again pulled Octavia’s face close for a kiss.

When Vinyl’s lips touched hers, Octavia took the final step and grabbed Vinyl’s massive underbust. Vinyl’s muffled squeal of pleasure against her mouth told her that she was on the right track. Octavia gently pushed her hands up to lift the two mounds of flesh a bit. They were heavier than what she’d imagined, especially for her right hand that was more used to carrying her bow, while the left always supported the weight of her cello. But the weight of Vinyl’s breasts was the lesser of all the other characteristics she found out about when she slowly started to knead the underbust as gently as possible.

Octavia had always known Vinyl’s breasts were large, but actually holding them in her hands changed her perspective on the matter. She could barely hold them her palms, the tip of her fingers not even reaching for the fullest part of each breast. Were Octavia’s hands too small, or Vinyl’s breasts simply too big? Considering that Laura had all the students of Class Pon-3 do a hand measuring contest not two weeks ago, and that Octavia had managed third place, the answer was obvious. And it immensely pleased Octavia.

When Octavia kneaded her prizes a bit more forcefully, Vinyl couldn’t focus on the kiss anymore, and pulled her lips away from Octavia’s. Her unrestricted, pleasured moans quickly overcame the other noises of the Philharmonica’s living room while Octavia squished the two lumps of flesh between her fingers. It reminded Octavia a bit of her plasticine sets from when she was a toddler, but that childish image was swiftly replaced by a much more interesting comparison, it was like playing with marshmallows. Two gigantic marshmallows waiting to be dipped in chocolate before ending in an expecting mouth.

An hungry, feral expression passed on Octavia’s features as she unconsciously slowly brushed her tongue against her own lower lip, and then the upper one, not unlike a predator that licks its own chops before leaping on its prey. She moved her hands to push them even higher on Vinyl’s seemingly delectable breasts, only to have Vinyl suddenly pulling her hands from underneath her sweater and undershirt. That sudden reaction instantly broke Octavia out of her funk as Vinyl pushed her away from her a little bit.

“Oh my God! I’m sorry! I went too far, didn’t I?” Octavia quickly asked worriedly as Vinyl laboriously took her breath back. “It’s just like that coffee incident. I took things too far too quickly. Oh Go…”

“Cara, sta zitta un po,” [Dear, be quiet for a bit,] Vinyl stated slowly before her hands grabbed the end of her sweater. “I just don’t want to stretch my sweater...Hehe,” Vinyl shakingly chuckled before she pulled the sweater and her undershirt up her body.

As the deep blue sweater and the white undershirt fell on the chair’s armrest, Octavia’s mind went blank as what they kept hidden revealed their splendor before her violet eyes. Feeling them under Vinyl’s clothes had been one amazing experience for Octavia. Actually seeing them right before her eyes, and not through a distant reflection in an unmisted mirror for the blink of an eye, had smashed that amazing experience into tiny pieces only to be replaced by an even more amazing one.

Octavia’s gaze wandered across the heaving, bare chest of her teacher, pausing a bit on the swollen, hard-looking, light pink nipple in the middle of moderate sized areola which was just a little bit darker than the rest of Vinyl’s skin. Had it been darker in the living room, Octavia wouldn’t have seen the difference. Breathing heavily due to her arousal, much like Vinyl, Octavia focused her eyes on the left nipple of her lover. More specifically, on the silver ring which pierced through it.

“You can touch if you want, Ottavia,” Vinyl said after she noticed where Octavia was looking. “It won’t bite.”

“Okay,” Octavia let out in one breath.

After timidly extending her finger toward the silver ring, Octavia gave it a little flick, which drew a brief, excited shiver from Vinyl. Octavia flicked it again, harder this time around. When she had done so, Octavia had hit the swollen nipple as well, earning a long moan from Vinyl. Embolden by the sounds of Vinyl’s pleasure, Octavia grabbed her massive breasts once again.

Grinning slyly, Octavia’s left forefinger and thumb encircled Vinyl’s right nipple as the rest of her hand kneaded the breast like a large lump of dough. With her other hand, Octavia massaged the ring-clad breast tenderly before she boldly passed the tip of her finger through the silver ring, effectively pushing on the pierced nipple. Seeing Vinyl arch her body while throwing her blue-haired head against the headrest, and biting her lip to stop herself from screaming only made Octavia work harder on her two prizes.

Octavia kept the pressure on both nipples with slow, circular motions, drawing a long and loud moan of pleasure from the depths of Vinyl’s throat. After she and Vinyl got together, Octavia did some research whenever she was alone. While she was certain that her teacher hadn’t been a promiscuous harlot when she was a DJ in Manehatten, Octavia still knew that Vinyl had some knowledge about pleasuring a woman, be it herself or another woman. Octavia still hoped it was just herself that Vinyl had pleasured though.

Octavia would have gladly, but quite shyly for sure, talked about it with a friend, but considering that all her friends were also Vinyl’s students, that wouldn’t have been a good idea. So she looked for answers on the web, and after hours of links misleading her to a variety of adult websites, on which she never stopped of course, Octavia found a couple of forums where other women in her situation chatted together anonymously. While some of the replies she read were a bit too shocking for her, a lot of them gave her good pointers she was now following on her older lover’s curvaceous torso.

So far, so good… Octavia thought happily as she watched her flushed, blue-haired teacher losing herself to her touch. ...Maybe I should be more vigorous…

Octavia gulped nervously before she pinched Vinyl’s right nipple to twist it just a little. Vinyl’s very vocal pleasure that followed was just what she needed to make her nervousness vanish instantly. Looking away from Vinyl’s pleasured expression, which was harder than she first thought, Octavia glanced at the ring holding the tip of her forefinger on Vinyl’s left nipple.

Not on the one with her ring though. Octavia added in her head as she kept the circular motion going for a bit. They say it’s way more sensitive, and I don’t want to hurt her… Maybe I could… it’s probably taking it too far… I should take it down a notch...

At that precise moment, Vinyl managed to gather her thoughts to let out a few words that matched Octavia’s thoughts all too much.

“Ancora...Ti prego, ancora,” [More… Please, more.] Vinyl whispered in a shaking voice that resonated with desire.

…...Well, she said please, Octavia thought as she shivered in excitement while pulling her finger out of Vinyl’s nipple ring.

Octavia breathed in and out slowly, her cheeks flaming red at the thought of what she was about to try. She had read it wasn’t hard to do, all things considered, but Octavia was still nervous. She cupped Vinyl left breast with her free hand, lifting it up a bit as she leaned her head forward. Gently, and timidly, Octavia captured the pink bundle of nerves between her lips along with the silver ring attached to it.

Octavia did the tricks she had read on the web as she remembered them. At first she sucked on it as she would on a strawberry popsicle : slowly and purposefully. Then Octavia timidly flicked the tip of her tongue against the rock hard nipple, thus flicking the silver ring as well. But before she could try the third trick she remembered, Octavia felt a hand entwining its fingers in her long, ebony colored hair and then pulling her head closer.

The strong pull halfway buried Octavia’s face into Vinyl’s bosom, making her feel the silk-like smoothness of it against her nose, her cheekbones, and the skin just below her eyes. She looked up to see Vinyl’s head still thrown backwards in intense pleasure, thus leaving only her chin visible from Octavia’s point of view. The sight of Vinyl’s closed lips which let pass long, yet muffled moans of utter satisfaction past them only reinforced Octavia’s will to do even better.

The young cellist pushed her head further into the massive breast, while twirling her tongue around the pierced nipple. As the hard tip of flesh, and the silver ring frantically moved around in her mouth, Octavia’s nose was assaulted by Vinyl’s scent. The faint salty smell of sweat mixed with the remnants of odor from the vanilla-scented soap the former DJ used had the same effect on her as if her favorite meal had been served right under her nose.

She hummed in pleasure as she kept on pushing her face deeper into her lover’s breast, sucking on her lover’s the top of her mound, and twirling her tongue on her nipple-ring with great dedication. It was after hearing Vinyl’s nails scrape against the leather of the arm rest five minute later that Octavia let go of Vinyl’s breast with a loud and clear pop.

Both women were quite out of breath from the intense moment they had shared: one because of the pleasure that was given to her that sped up her breathing to an extremely rapid pace, the other because she couldn’t breathe in as well as normally with her face buried against her lover’s ample bosom. Both girls regretted nothing.

Vinyl stopped arching her body against the backrest, and relaxed peacefully on the comfortable chair, her heaving chest slowly, calming itself as well. In the meantime, Octavia rubbed her slightly aching jaw as the red on her cheeks diminished a bit.

“Phew…. That was quite something, wasn’t it?” Vinyl whispered with a satisfied sigh, lazily wiping the sweat of her brow with one hand.

“Yes. Yes, it was,” Octavia replied in a low breath. “Was...Was I good?” she asked sheepishly.

“Do you really need to ask, Ottavia?” Vinyl asked with a tired chuckle as she caressed Octavia’s crimson cheek with the back of her other hand. “Sei stata fantastica!” [You were fantastic!] she added with a warm smile before giving a soft, chaste kiss to her younger lover.

“Thanks,” Octavia replied in embarrassment as she let herself fall in her lover’s embrace. “I did my homework as well as usual,” she added in a whisper as she snuggled against Vinyl’s neck.

“Porn?” Vinyl asked casually, earning a flick on the nose from Octavia.

“No, research!” Octavia protested with a hard glare.

“Those can be related,” Vinyl let out with a brief yawn. “Especially for the purpose of your research,” she added playfully.

“Enanana,” Octavia mumbled in a brief anger before she looked down at Vinyl’s pierced nipple. “It really didn’t hurt? All that I did with it?” she asked with a blazing blush. “I read that those piercings were really sensitive.”

“You did the exact opposite of hurting me, Ottavia,” Vinyl assured with a smile. “Partly because the piercing made me more sensitive there,” she added playfully.

“So, I can play with it to get you all riled up then?” Octavia asked with a sly grin. “I know your turn on spot, so I can get you whenever I waaaaaaaANNNNNTTTTTTT!!!!” She screamed when Vinyl nipped at her earlobe forcefully.

Octavia shivered intensively with long purrs of delight while Vinyl sucked on and licked her earlobe at the same time for a good minute. After she was done with turning Octavia into a pleasured, purring mess, Vinyl playfully pushed her off of her. As Octavia wobbled uncertainly toward the couch, Vinyl picked her clothes up and put them back on. After that, she stood up and helped Octavia reaching for the long sofa, and settled her down on it.

“Don’t get cocky with me, Ottavia,” Vinyl warned softly as Octavia got comfortable on the couch. “If I really started to play that game with you, you’d always lose,” she added with a wink.

“Won’t stop me from trying, Vinyl,” Octavia whispered back in a tone she wanted menacing, but that Vinyl only considered adorable.

Rolling her eyes at the young cellist, Vinyl leaned in for a quick peck, which they both prolonged with a lot of willing tongues. After they broke the kiss, both lovers smiled warmly at each other before Vinyl went back on her chair closer to the hearth. Then both peacefully watched the flames in silence while waiting for Octavia’s father to return with their lunch. When they heard the garage’s electric gate getting in motion five minutes later, both stood up to go to the dining room, with the only traces of their secret activity being their rosy cheeks, which they would blame on the fire in the chimney.