Face the Music

Your pants sailed off the bed, and a few seconds later, so did your underwear. For a moment, you just laid there with Vinyl Scratch on top of you, one hand on her shoulder and the other on her ass, feeling the warm air drift from the area below her tail. With a sharp intake of breath, realization seemed to break through that this wasn't just ordinary sex, rather like something you needed to do. Something to preserve what was now yours - the mind of Vinyl Scratch, the DJ whom you assumed was now truly your lover. Seemingly sealing that notion, Vinyl leans in and gives you one last peck on the lips before beginning to grind her lady part on your manhood, juices already running from her insides. She isn't going very fast - rather, she is deliberately going at a slow speed; maybe teasing you, maybe just trying to make it last. Whatever she's doing, it's making you groan from the pleasure.

Putting pressure on your hands, you pull Vinyl Scratch further downwards, the sliding motion becoming harder and faster the lower she gets. But when you're about to finally insert, cock throbbing, and your partner basically sopping wet and still swinging like a swift pendulum, Vinyl stops abruptly and lays her head on your chest again - horn almost horizontal - panting with exhaustion. Even through your rock-hard member's disappointment, you try to keep your cool with some success, taking the hand that was on her shoulder and using it to rub her multicolored hair. Taking a few short gasps of breath, she seems to be having a hard time recovering.

"Sorry.. I'm.. I've gotten.. too excited," Vinyl Scratch muttered, a faint trace of self-amusement in her voice. "I guess this'll be the first time.. sex ever meant anything to me." Vinyl shakes her hair out of her face and takes a deep breath. "Okay, this time I'll try not to get too carried away!" With that, she turns around on top of you - instead of two scarlet eyes looking at you, there is a raised tail, plump flanks, and two sufficiently-moistened holes placed on the topmost region of your chest, fluids already dribbling down your neck from them. You feel the two soft hooves of Vinyl's sandwiching your penis, and decide to try out her own private part. Obviously, never before had you tasted a unicorn's naughty bits, but reaching out with your tongue and sinking both of your hands in the luscious ass presented to you, you're about to.

But just as you've laid your tongue on the wet slit - vaguely tasting of sweetish salt - and Vinyl Scratch has her mouth on your tip, the door beside the bed slams open. The white unicorn's head immediately comes up, and you tilt your head back to look as well, your tongue still planted firmly on the vagina. Both of you stare like a deer in headlights, frozen, at Octavia, the pony who had entered the room with a sardonic smile on her face. A heavy cover of blush stole across Vinyl Scratch's face, and your own burns with the embarrassment as well - mainly because of the fact that you were in the middle of a sexual act with whom was Octavia's crush. Then, replacing the embarrassment, another question formed in your mind.

What the hell is Octavia even doing here?