Bene Placito

"Stunning!"

"Exquisite."

"Just Darling!"

These were compliments Octavia was used to hearing. She was an expert cello player with a knack for affecting emotions of others around her with her amazing ability to play the cello. With each stroke, crowd upon crowd would smile, then get over ecstatic. Other pieces literally brought her crowd to tears, but this night she stood there and stared. She played a piece that had a low tempo and higher notes, causing her general crowd to leave a little saddened. Though one thing that puzzled her, there sat a mare in the third row, five seats to the left of the middle seat. She didn't move a muscle, didn't show any emotion, though she did applaud when the ending of the half-hour piece indirectly prompted.

When the crowd made their exit, so did Octavia, partially that is. She stood behind the curtain and peered ever so slightly beyond the drawn green curtain, she noticed the mare was still there. True that most were still there as well, but they were there for the after party, this mare however, glanced around and made a beeline to the bar area.

"She looks rather... troubled...." Octavia thought out loud.

She placed her cello in it's case, and pulled it over her shoulder. Being an earth pony, her broad, yet sleek and well shaped body helped give her the strength to carry the encumbering mahogany instrument. She approached the main hall, which had to three pathways, one to the bar, one to the exit, and one to a room she didn't quite get the meaning of. She took a deep breath, summoned up her courage, and walked over to the bar.

Nonchalantly sitting next to the mare, which with closer inspection had true beauty with a solemn expression. She had an extravagant mane and tail style with a brilliant shade of violet. Her eyes were no exception, a deep blue ocean formed around her pupil. They seemed like they would twinkle on a normal occasion, but currently they looked dull and lifeless. Not dead fish foggy lifeless, but a dark depressed lifeless.

The mare ignored her presence until Octavia spoke to the bartender. "One bottle of Rioja Imperial Gran Reserva and two glasses please."

The bartender smiled. "My, my, miss! You have lovely taste! One bottle of Rioja and two glasses coming right up hun!" He accepted, a feminine tone in his voice.

The bartender disappeared behind the bottle, and surprisingly to Octavia, the mare spoke.

"Lovely taste indeed." The mare agreed with the bartender with a voice that melted Octavia's heart like hot chocolate fondue melted her taste buds.

The bartender arrived with a bottle of wine, which he popped open with ease and poured two glasses full and slid one each to the Octavia and the mare. The mare looked at the bartender, then back at Octavia, who had an inviting smile. She levitated the glass ever so slowly to her mouth and sipped it. She let out a relieved sigh.

"Miss Melody, you have a fine taste wine." The mare said with a smile.

"Oh, why thank you. Also, I prefer Octavia, it suits me better than my last night." She told her.

"Oh! Forgive me Octavia." She extended her hoof and held it back slightly. "I'm Rarity" She introduced.

'A fitting name for an angel' Octavia thought as she nodded. "Lovely meeting you Rarity."

They discussed many topics, drinking glass after glass of the sixty ounce bottle of wine that soon was only the glass. They talked about their favorite musicians, in which Rarity slyly remarked that Octavia was her favorite musician. Surprisingly, Rarity knew a great deal on music. They discussed their favorites on everything, and what they generally did for fun. They were not too far away from each other on these as well.

As the night passed on, the after-party was coming to a close. Octavia suggested something. "Hmmm, how about you come back to my hotel room with me." She suggested, biting her lip.

Rarity giggled. "Oh, rather bold of you Octavia, but I think-" She paused. Octavia's heart began to sink, knowing she would feel the sting of rejection in a few moments. "-my lovely abode will suit what you have in mind." She finished. This surprised Octavia, turning her content smile into a devious smirk. "Though I lack the knowledge by what you mean when you say your home is better, I will gladly accompany you back to your home." She said with a light laughter.

The two finished off the last glass of Rioja together and waltzed out the door. Octavia stuck close behind Rarity, eyes glued to her plot when Rarity wasn't looking. Once she caught her but simply gave a playful wink. As they approached the door, Rarity stopped and checked her saddle bag for her key. With a moments pass, she shoved the key in the lock impatiently. The satisfying click was heard from the locks mechanisms and Rarity flung the door open with haste. She pulled in her companion, who shut the door behind them.

She spun around from closing the door and like a flash of light, was locking lips with the beautiful mare she met at the bar. They stood there in silence, eyes shut, lips locked, and slipped into an embrace, pressing their bodies against each other. The warmth of the mare of her dreams made her wet, which Rarity detected.

Pulling a way, she smiled. "Oh my stars, you seem ready to go!" She smirked. "Follow me darling." She chimed, making her way up the stares.

Octavia obediently followed, staring at Rarity's flank. This time, however, Rarity made sure her mare hood was visible to the musician, swaying her plot back and forth with every intention of teasing her before the main event. They approached what seemed like Rarity's bed room. She flung open the door, turned on the light revealing a messy room, with fabrics and clothing strung out. She trotted over to her windows and closed the blinds.

"Be a dear and lock that door for me?" she asked.

Octavia turned the lock until it clicked and smiled.

"Oh thank you, wouldn't want my younger sister walking in on our little fun." She thanked with a chuckle.

Octavia smiled and stood her ground watching the marshmallow mare. When done securing their privacy, she turned towards her virtuoso she would soon get to play. She trotted over to her slowly, popping her rump to the sides to match her stride, and gave her quick kiss before pulling off Octavia's bow tie and equipping it on herself.

"Hmmm... well darling, now all I need is a top hat of the same design and color and I'd be as much as a strapping gentlemare as you are!" She joked.

With that, Rarity shoved Octavia onto her bed, the silk sheets caressing her body. 'how come the hotel rooms can't have these! All I get is annoying cotton...' Rarity disappeared around the corner and walked into her closet. Octavia couldn't see what she was doing, but when she came out of the room, she knew what was going to transpire that evening. In her hand was a large, green, double-ended massager. Octavia blushed at the size. In truth, Octavia only used a massager once, and it was a small sized vibrator she had as an adolescent.

Rarity walked over to the blushing musician and parted her legs from their closed position. Her untarnished marehood was revealed, nearly making Rarity's mouth water. "Quite the plump one, eh Octavia?" She teased.

Octavia blushed and muttered something under her breath she wasn't able to finish due to the tongue now exploring her contents. Rarity messaged her slit with her tongue, which slowly progressed into 'eating' the cellist out, trying to touch her clit with her tongue was a challenge, but overall succeeded in the end.

Octavia let her lover know her thoughts with a series of moans and pleasure-filled facial expressions. Feeling her orgasm draw nearer with every lap of the tongue, she was near when her tongue massage she was receiving abruptly stopped. She looked up, her foggy mind-state cleared, as the pleasure let up it's assault against her. She wanted to say 'Why did you stop?' but what came out was "Whaa....."

Rarity was now on top of her, levitating the massager just over her own slice of pie, she looked at her companion. "Are you ready darling?"

Octavia nodded weakly, and with that, the green artificial stallion wiggled its way into her crotch, deeper and deeper until it stopped. Octavia watched in aw as Rarity slid it into her with ease, blushing and giving out a slight huff of course, but wasn't as susceptible to sexual pleasure as Octavia was.

Rarity thrust her hips, sending the massager deeper into both of the mares crotches. Moans and other sounds of pleasure emitted from them as they thrust and ground against the massager. In a matter of fifteen minutes, Octavia felt her climax at hoof. It built up like a ticking bomb.

"R-Rarity...I'm gon...go....gonna c-cum!" She muttered, finding it incredibly hard to speak under such a feeling.

"Well darling, I-I'm not too far off as well. Hold it in for me?" She asked, having less of a problem speaking.

Octavia nodded. "I-I'll..t...try!" She answered a little louder than she expected.

Every push was like a notch removed from the timer of the bomb. Finally she couldn't take it anymore.

"R-Rari-" She was cut off by Rarity locking lips with her once more. As she hit her orgasm, she let out a stifled scream of pleasure. Rarity not far off shuttered and let out a prolonged moan when she hit hers.

Rarity collapsed on the gray mare. They shuttered and moaned from the orgasmic storm they just hit.

Octavia smiled feebly. "Y-you know Rarity..." She started. "This is one of th-the best nights of my life..." She finished with a smile.

Rarity smiled back. "I'd second that, darling."

Octavia closed her eyes and smiled. "Yeah...." She agreed. With that, her fatigue finally caught up with her, and she fell asleep.