Naughty Stars: Fantasies

Coco let out a heavy sigh of relief as she saw the other seamstress leave the stage, allowing Silk Line to continue into the finale. Coco giggled to herself. Why am I holding my breath? I know how this season ends.

She glanced back at her computer, checking the discussion logs on Fashion Star Paparazzi, a website designed for fangirls like her. Ponies were blowing up the general chat about the ending, but she was distracted by a flashing chat request from Orchestra Design. Coco smiled, her thoughts drifting to the friend she had made over the course of this season, and knew she would be happy to see that Silk Line was moving on. She clicked the accept button while subconsciously brushing back some of her blue hair.

’It was good to see Silk not get kicked off this week. I was so afraid she wasn’t going to make it.’

‘I wasn’t. Silk has been performing far too well to be kicked off for one bad week, even with helping Threadbare. However, she does need to learn when not to bow to others.’

‘Yeah, that’s probably her biggest weakness. Do you think she’ll win?’

‘I’m not certain. She is a strong designer, but her self-confidence has been less than stellar and I think she might snap like a twig in the finale. I hope it doesn’t happen, but it’s all too possible for a shy mare like her.’

Coco gulped as she read the message, remembering those same doubts so long ago. ’I doubt she’ll snap. I bet she rises to the occasion and takes it all.’

‘At least one of us can be optimistic. She’s been slipping recently, and I doubt the finale will help with that. How about we talk about something else instead? I can only be on for about another ten minutes before I need to get ready for the concert.’

‘Good luck! I know you’ll be amazing as always!’

‘Thanks, but it’s nothing to get excited about. Just a small performance down here in Ponyville.’

‘You should be doing more than just small jobs. I know you deserve to be playing in Canterlot for the princesses.’

‘Your words are too kind. I enjoy the simplicity of Ponyville. Besides, I do return from time to time for the recognition and prestige. Now, about that topic change?’

‘Of course! Sorry. Um, what did you want to talk about?’ Coco felt her cheeks flush and and glanced a her empty apartment in embarrasment.

’I was wondering if you wanted to finally meet up? We could watch the finale together, and get to know who each other actually are. You seem fun enough here, so I see no reason why not to.’

Coco felt pale after reading reading the message. After a few moments of silence, she reached for the keyboard. ’I don’t think I can do next week. Sorry. When would be good for you to come to Manehattan?’

She began to hum softly to herself as she brought a mug of cocoa to her lips. Orchestra is always complaining about being busy, so she probably won’t be able to make it for a few weeks. This will buy me time to find an excuse, Set it for a month later, say we’ll confirm at a later date, and I can just keep postponing until I’ve built up enough courage. Coco was still humming to herself when the next message came in.

’Actually, I have a performance in Manehattan on Wednesday. Maybe I could crash on your couch instead of paying for a hotel? I would only need it on Tuesday.’

Coco stared at the message, her chest seizing up. She sat still for a few moments, the mug slowly slipping out of her fingers. “Agh!” Coco leaped from her seat, tripping over it in the process. “Ooow!” Coco lifted herself up to her desk as she sighed. She tapped on the keyboard. ’I would love to have you. I can’t think of a single thing that would get in the way.’

‘Sounds wonderful! I’ll need your address, and I suggest we exchange names. Mine is Octavia, and I will see you on Tuesday. However, I have to go now.’

‘Bye.’

‘Bye.’

Coco put her face to the desk while trying to figure out what had possessed her to actually allow someone to come to her apartment. Glancing around, she could already see old Chinese cartons, strewn-about books, and the odd newspaper or two. Coco sighed, lifting herself up from her chair to get the stain remover for her carpet.

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The next week was spent mostly on the small things. Coco was frantically trying to get her apartment into a condition that anypony, let alone a civilized mare like Orchestra, might approve of. This meant cleaning her work room, scrubbing her kitchen from top to bottom, and getting rid of the clutter that had managed to invade every part of her house. The worst part for Coco was finding boxes from when she had moved in, and having nowhere to put the abandoned items. Coco glanced into her room on Monday night and swore she would let the rest of the apartment return to the dump it once was. That, or let the clutter win and invade my bedroom for the rest of eternity.

However, not even her back pain from a night on the couch could dampen her glee in the morning. Yay! My apartment is actually clean! Well, as long as you don’t count my room as a part of my apartment. Coco sighed as she walked to the kitchen to make herself some cocoa. She popped the powder into her specialty made ‘coffee’ maker and let it start brewing.

“Eek!” Coco almost had had a heart attack after seeing herself in her full length mirror across the room. Coco couldn’t believe what a mess she had let her fur and hair become. No, that’s okay. I have plenty of time before Orches- wait, Coco. She said it was Octavia yesterday. Not that it matters. She won’t be coming until noon, and it’s only 10:34 now. Coco stared at the clock for a few moments, blinking sleepily. Her eyes shot open as realization dawned on her. She glanced at the coffee pot, whimpering as she decided she would take a shower while it simmered.

Coco slowly undid the buttons to her yellow pajamas, remembering how little thread was holding them on and how she had to spend two hours fixing them the last time she was in a rush and the buttons had popped off. Next came Coco’s light green bra, which was a simple unclipping as her small B cup breasts bounced out. Coco grabbed her matching panties and quickly got them off, hopping while getting herself disentangled from them and into the shower.

Once in, she took a deep calming breath as she turned on the hot water, dancing a little as the water warmed up. Coco brought out her shampoo first, deciding coat maintenance had to come first. How could I sleep in? I never sleep in! Then again, I never stay up until three in the morning cleaning my house. For a week. Coco whimpered at the thought of all the sleep she had missed.

Coco bent down to work on her legs while her short tail started to flick back and forth at the thought of what they would do today. First, I’ll make a pizza that I prepared yesterday and we’ll have a nice discussion during lunch. Mention my favorite old tv show, try to get her interested, and then we won’t need to watch the finale of Fashion Star. Otherwise tonight will probably be more than just a little awkward. However, if we stick to the plan, nothing should go wrong and we’ll part as good friends.

She felt a shiver run through her as her tail sped up, blowing a small gust right into her marehood. Coco straightened and made her regular mistake of putting her hands between her thighs, a response that always elicited an excited squeal from the petite girl. I wonder if all mares with short tails have this problem. Coco felt her hands slide further in as she bit into her lower lip. Maybe for just a little bit. I have time, right?

Coco started moving her hands further, one teasing the outer lips as her other stroked within. Small moans came out of her as she leaned against the cool tile wall. She slowly moved one hand up to her breasts, squeezing it gently. She knew she should move her other hand up so both breasts got an even lather, but her other hand was just a little busy as it drove a second finger in. Coco moaned as she started softly kneading into her nipple. However, Coco’s mind started working on what might happen if she stayed too long. She let her imagination run though, enjoying the pleasure that morning.

The curtain was pulled away in her fantasy, a gray mare standing on the other side. This was Coco’s normal partner in her fantasies, and the two kissed passionately as Coco pretended to grip the ample bosom that belonged to the intruder. The gray mare in turn would start playing with Coco, suckling on her nipples. She started moaning loudly as the fantasy pushed further and further, just as the two finger within her did.

However, Coco wasn’t quite there yet, and her fantasy went for the coup de grâce. The gray mare pushed Coco against the tile wall, a silent instruction to stay there. Then the intruder started to slowly make her way down, kissing and licking Coco as she went across her stomach until finally making it to her marehood. Coco stared at where the short black hair of the gray mare would have been as she felt her pleasure peaking. Coco could almost feel the tongue slip in where her fingers were, feel the fur that would have rubbed against her thighs, and the heat of the stanger’s breath on her most secret of places. It was all too much for young Coco’s imagination; she let out a muffled cry as she finally came, the liquid quickly joining the water in the now cooling shower.

Coco slowly rose from her knees knowing that she had needed it, but her worry about time come back as she stepped out. She gathered her clothes in one arm, admiring her glistening body for a moment. She sighed as one of her hands gently cupped a breast one more time, but then ran out of the bathroom.

Once in her room she glanced at the clock. 11:23. How did I possibly stay in the shower for that long? Coco was a blur as she put on a turquoise skirt and light yellow blouse. For a moment, Coco stood in the door frame trying to figure out if she forgot something, but seeing the time tick over got her moving again.

Coco spent the last of her time making sure to finish her pizza for lunch, only barely having time to slide the pizza into the oven. Coco breathed a sigh of relief as she started cleaning the counters, ready to wait for Octavia to show up. This did not stop her from going, “Meep,” when a knock came from the door. “Come in!”

Long, graceful, gray legs stepped through the doorway. Coco felt her breath catch as she thought she was in another fantasy because of who had just walked in. Long, flowing black hair, slim gray figure, and a calm to her that extended even to someone as nervous as Coco. The light gray pant suit hugged her curves, bringing Coco’s attention to the wide hips and large bust. “Hello, I am Octavia. Coco Pommel, right?”

Coco felt her mouth turn dry as she thought. It didn’t help Coco that Octavia was glancing along the white mare’s own body, feeling a vague sense of having seen her before. Of course that would be ridiculous. Octavia extended a hand towards Coco. “It is very nice to finally meet you. You have a lovely little apartment.”

Coco cleared her throat and nodded. “Thanks. Um, why don’t I take your jacket? Unfortunately, it will probably be about another hour before the pizza is done.” Coco blushed as Octavia raised an eyebrow. “I have a really bad oven and I woke up really late. Of course I normally would be working on a very coordinated schedule, it’s only been recently that I haven’t been sleeping.”

Octavia shook her head. “I’ll be keeping my jacket. Also, you go sit. I remember times when you’ve told me how messy your apartment is. I’m guessing that’s the real reason you haven’t been sleeping?” Octavia smiled slightly as Coco nodded. “I recorded the finale so we can watch it together. Sound good?”

“No!” Coco blushed as Octavia turned around. “I mean, um, I was hoping to show you another show that I really like. You know, have something else in common.” Coco gave Octavia a nervous smile which was received by a bemused look.

“You haven’t seen the finale and don’t want to freak out in front of me?” Octavia giggled slightly as Coco stammered.

“No actually. I saw it and don’t want to possibly spoil anything for you. Besides, I don’t think a complete freak out is quite how we should start our stay together.”

“Alright, I conceed. Go grab your show. Besides, I could use a little relaxation time after the train ride here.” Octavia stretched out on the couch while Coco slipped into the bedroom. She heard crash and an outcry from within. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. If you’re going to relax, you might want to change. Bathrooms open for that purpose, especially since I might be stuck here for a little bit.” Another crash came from the room, but Octavia decided it would be best to get changed then look into the disaster zone that was probably behind the door.

Instead, Octavia slipped out of her pant suit and admired just how much work Coco must have put into cleaning. She had been sent pictures before, but everything from those was gone. Of course, Octavia suspected that last night was mainly filled with cramming everything into her bedroom, which brought up the question of where the two were sleeping tonight. She is too cute to curl up next to safely, but I don’t want to turn down all the work she has put into this. No, her being cute, small, and defenseless shouldn’t matter. Octavia looked down, her hands squeezing her large D cups that were being held within a lacy black bra. She took a deep calming breath before putting on a long, heavy, red nightgown from the one bag she had brought in with her.

Octavia had finished straightening out her dress when Coco burst out of her room, falling onto her face. “Ow.” Coco looked up at Octavia and waved a DVD. “I got it!” Coco furrowed her brows as Octavia started to laugh softly. “What is,” She followed Octavia’s eyes and let out a squeaked, “it!” Coco immediately stood up as she slammed the wide open door to her room.

“Coco, please do calm down. I understand you are a busy mare and that cleanliness is not always your top priority. Even my house back in Ponyville gets to be a wreck at times. I thank you for the effort put into getting it to this point.” Octavia smiled as she brushed her hand against the side of Coco’s face. “Why don’t we just sit down and talk for a little bit? Get you to calm down a little before you try to convince me how great the show you have there is.”

Coco nodded and sat down on the couch next to Octavia. “So how has your music career been going, Octavia?”

Octavia smiled. “It has been doing very well, especially since I was invited to play at the Grand Galloping Gala again. How about you, has the fashion business been kind to you at all?”

“It’s been okay. I haven’t gotten a lot of recognition yet, but that’s all my fault. It still pays the bills though.” Coco glanced down, a droplet forming at the edge of her eyes. Octavia decided a change of subject was probably for the best.

“Shall we try out this show of yours then?” Octavia loved the reactions out of the scared little mare, but it was starting to get too easy.

“Yes! Just give me a moment.” Coco stood up and swapped the DVDs in her player, swaying her hips back and forth as she did so. Octavia smiled at it, wondering just how inexperienced the young mare was at such teasing. If she’s as innocent as she appears then I might have problems behaving tonight. Octavia! You should not be thinking about that no matter how frustrated you are. You just met the girl. Or have I? Octavia shivered as she thought she felt another wave of deja vu ripple through her. “Done.”

“Then sit down and relax already.” Coco gently put herself down on the couch with Octavia. “Good. Now finish the order.” Octavia and Coco both gave out a small chuckle as the white mare sank into the cushions. Both of them turned their attention to the title screen and Octavia almost spat out her drink. “Cybernetic Dissonance? You liked this piece of junk?”

Coco looked at Octavia aghast. “What? This was a masterpiece of a show!”

“Oh really? Well why don’t you let me know just how wrong I am?” Octavia felt a shiver run through her. Okay, avoid phrases like that Tavi, and you might just make it through the night.

Coco opened her mouth, ready to protest her beliefs, but nothing came out. Octavia raised an eyebrow as the white mare bit a finger. Coco blushed slightly as she chuckled. “Darn it. I’ve got one, but it’s a little more than just embarrassing.” Coco glanced down, her blush growing slightly.

“Well, how about I see if I can find anything redeeming about this show, then? Besides, we can act like Canterlot elites and rip it apart if it’s so bad.”

Coco giggled, “But you work for those elites, doesn’t that cause problems?”

“Nope. It can be really good to make fun of your bosses before they end up taking a bow to the face.” Both mares burst out laughing as the title sequence finished. It was lively for the first half-hour with Coco trying to get a feel for how to act like a snob, and Octavia letting out venom with each word. The two were still recovering from a poorly scripted briefing of a mystery character when Coco stood up.

“After such an abysmal performance, we are left with the question of who our new enemy is? Who is this thief and just what are her capabilities? And of course, it takes less than a minute for us to get our answer.” Some of the robotic guards on the show started sparking as a hauntingly beautiful melody came from the program. The door went from locked to unlocked, and from behind the mechanical entryway stepped out a gray mare with short black hair in a silver synthetic suit with lines of light that followed her curves and even pooled where the nipples might be found. The cello she held folded into itself, becoming a compact briefcase as she bent low and started running.

“That sleek body, the ample bosom, the unwavering determination all speaks to me. If this show had anything good about it, it is her. Melodic Key is by far the most wonderful woman in all of Equestria with her strength both physically and mentally. Even her confidence is just right so that she can believe in herself but not be some cocky bitch. She truly deserves the title of waifu.” Coco was against the tv now while she caressed the now paused image of Melodic Key.

Octavia raised an eyebrow. “Really now? And what exactly does one do with a waifu?” Octavia put on a broad smile as Coco looked away turning a deep crimson.

“Well I mean you’ve been a fanmare for long enough. I do the normal things anypony does with a waifu. I idolize them, I ship them with myself, and sometimes, um…” Coco glanced at Octavia, praying to Celestia that the gray mare would stop the torture. A coy smile told Coco that she wanted to hear the rest. “Well, I fantasize meeting them. Of course that won’t happen so we can drop the subject.”

Octavia grabbed Coco’s arm as the white mare tried to hurry past her. “Not so fast, Coco. As you said, few fanmares get this type of chance.” Octavia took a deep breath as Coco’s face scrunched up in confusion. Octavia then gripped her hair halfway down her back, crouched low and posed. Coco looked at Octavia, her mind trying to figure out what she was doing. It was only when she glanced back at Melodic Key that Coco realized the two grey mares were in the same position. “Not everyday you get to meet your waifu in real life, right?”

Coco started stammering incoherently as her thighs immediately became soaked, imagining Octavia jumping from that position and putting herself underneath her short skirt. Coco felt like she might pass out from heat stroke by how embarrassed she was trying to remember any of the Equestrian common language, and not the very inappropriate words that came to mind. “Coco, are you okay? I only meant to tease you about the waifu thing. It shouldn’t matter that I played some character all those years ago.”

The ding of a timer let Coco breath again. “That would be our pizza. I’ll t-talk about this after.” Coco almost ran to the kitchen with Octavia following behind closely.

“Coco, you need to-” Octavia stopped talking as Coco bent down to remove the pizza. Right there in front of her was Coco’s freshly exposed marehood, and right next to it was a cutie mark of a purple hat with a red feather in it. The same cutie mark as Octavia’s beloved Silk Line from Fashion Star. The gray mare kneeled, getting very close before asking in a sultry tone, “Coco, are you Silk Line?”

Coco almost dropped the pizza stone as she felt Octavia’s hot breath against her most private part. Coco shivered as she put it down, feeling the area become increasingly moist as her skirt was lifted so Octavia could get a better look at the pink folds. Coco barely squeaked out, “Yes. I didn’t think I could deal with the fame if it had been me.”

Octavia hesitated before licking along the center of the girl’s pussy and causing a sweet little moan to escape from Coco. However, the white mare had to stop herself from almost being cooked as Octavia pushed herself away from the sweet nectar. She stood up on unsteady legs before retrieving her clothes. “I need to go. I should be able to find a hotel or something to stay at.

Coco felt the sting of tears as they filled her eyes. “I’m sorry. I was just in a rush after my shower this morning, I must have forgotten them. I’m so sorry. You… you should probably just go.”

Octavia bent over the counter to the kitchen to stroke the sobbing mare’s face. “It’s not your fault. I have a lot of pent up frustration myself, but I don’t want any relationship between us, friendship or more, starting with rampant sex and imagining each other as some crazy fantasy character or alias. So I will contact you when I am done with those fantasies and we can start as friends. That sound good to you Coco?”

Coco nodded, and Octavia walked out the door as the white mare curled up crying on the tile floor.