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.