Anniversary
Octavia was sitting at a bar, sipping at a drink with her ears folded against her head. Looking at the other side of the establishment, she spotted a certain white unicorn on a stage behind her turntables, giving everypony in front of her a good time.
Everypony, except Octavia.
Even after five years of marriage, she couldn’t get used to the loud music and the ‘wubs’ that Vinyl called it. To her, it was noise. But for her wife, she would simply do anything to have them blaring. Even if it meant spending a whole night in a club.
Octavia waved the barmare over to her in order to grab another drink from the mare. Taking a large sip, she glanced at the clock behind the bar. Three in the morning, just a few more minutes before Vinyl would have to shut down and they were free to go home together.
She was impatient, and a bit irritated. Maybe also a little disappointed. They spent a whole day, a whole day doing errands and other small things, without Vinyl saying a word. Three hours ago, they had been officially married for five years. Five years of ups and downs, but Octavia wouldn’t want it any other way, and she was sure that Vinyl thought the same.
Well, there was a certain thing she wanted to have any other way. That certain thing was Vinyl’s music. From the dubstep dishwasher in the early mornings cleaning the dishes, to her practising after work on full volume. She just couldn’t get any sense from that kind of music. Trying to take another sip from her drink, Octavia noticed that it was empty.
“Berry, please be a dear and pour me another one,” she called out to the barmare.
“I think you’ve had enough. Vinyl will kill me if you puke on the floor again,” Berryshine replied, eying her suspiciously.
“Berry, if you don’t pour me another one, I’ll go up to that stage and cut the wires. Now, be a dear and give me more,” While Octavia’s voice was smooth as silk, Berry knew that it wasn’t an empty threat.
Seconds later, Octavia was not-so-contently sipping at another drink. She felt light, a bit tipsy maybe, but everything was fine. Soon, the music stopped and her wife trotted down to her, eying the drink and the empty glasses besides it before shooting the barmare a glare.
“Yo, Berry? How many of these did she already drink?”
“Around seven, including the one she’s drinking right now,” came the short answer back.
With a scowl, Vinyl turned to her wife and sat down besides her, “Why are you even here if you don’t like my music? It seems like all you do is just get drunk.”
“Because it keeps me from turning the power off, my dear.”
“It’s my dream, Tavi. It’s who I am, my music", Vinyl’s voice was soft now as she focused on Octavia, “You’re my dream, too. Without my music I’m nothing, nopony, just like I’d be without you.”
Octavia sighed, “I know that, but I just can’t stand it. This is just music I can’t understand, don’t feel.”
“And you think I feel the same about your cello?”
“Of course,” Octavia scoffed, spilling a bit of her drink, “You hate it.”
Vinyl looked hurt when she heard those words. She stared down at her hooves before replying in a voice that was only heard because of the lack of music playing in the background, “I don’t.”
Octavia’s eyes shot up at that admission. She had always thought that Vinyl hated her music. However, before she could ask any follow-up questions, Vinyl started talking again.
“It’s part of you and I love you!” Vinyl leaned forward, little more than a small gap between their lips now, “I accept and love it, because it’s what makes you complete. Of course it’s not what I usually like, but I can forget that for you.”
Octavia lost the grip of her glass. Vinyl was fast enough to catch it in her magic, but the soft lips that were pressed against hers a moment later made her lose focus in surprise. She tasted alcohol, tears, and Octavia’s own saliva somewhere under the other two. Octavia cried, sparkling tears slowly running down her muzzle as she locked lips with Vinyl.
As they broke, more tears fell down as Octavia raised a hoof, gently caressing Vinyl’s cheek, “I love you,” she whispered, “I love you so much!”
“And I love you,” Vinyl whispered back before she leaned forward to draw her mare into another kiss.
“You’re so sweet,” Octavia smiled as they broke again, “Why did I ever doubt you? I can understand why it’s so important to you, so I promise to never speak negative of it again. But I’m still mad at you.”
“You’re mad at me?” Vinyl asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes. You forgot our anniversary, again! Five years since midnight, and you never mentioned anything.”
“Tavi… for five years you’ve been telling me that you don’t need diamonds or any other stuff as long as we’re together. And that I better not dare buying you anything!”
“But this is our anniversary! Five years is something special!” Octavia scowled.
“Okay, what do you want to do?” Vinyl asked.
Octavia went silent. She had no idea at all. The whole night she thought about different things that Vinyl could’ve planned for her, but now she had no idea. Then she thought about how sweet Vinyl was. What she had said about her and her music. Maybe it was time for something special.
“Vinyl? How about we do something special tonight?” Octavia asked suddenly.
“Well, it is our anniversary, I thought that was the point,” Vinyl laughed.
“You know what I mean,” Octavia said in a sweet voice.
“What did you have in mind, Tavi?”
“Something we haven’t done in a while, my dear.”
Vinyl’s coat turned some shades deeper at that, “Y-you mean?”
Octavia blushed deeply along with her wife, but nodded.
“I think it’s time to head home, Tavi. Besides, you’re drunk,” Vinyl giggled.
“I’m not drunk. I’m just slightly under the influence of the alcoholic beverages I have consumed.”
“That’s drunk,” the unicorn replied dryly.
Vinyl tugged her wife close before they made their way to the door. With Octavia not quite a hundred percent on her hooves, Vinyl gave her all the support she needed.
Outside, a cold wind blowing through their coats greeted them. The sky was clear, with the moon and stars shining brightly. Octavia sighed before snuggling deep into Vinyl’s fur.
“You know what I sometimes ask myself?” Vinyl smiled at her wife.
“I suppose you’ll tell me in a moment.”
“How did I deserve you? What did I do in my life to deserve such a wonderful wife?”
“Are you serious? How about how beautiful you are? How about how much you’ve helped me? How about how funny and brave you are? I could count a few hundred more reasons, my love,” Octavia gave Vinyl a loving gaze before snuggling back into her coat, “Brr, it’s cold.”
A lonely tear made it’s way down Vinyl’s muzzle, but she quickly wiped it away before casting a small warming spell on her wife. She received a soft kiss on her coat for that. After a few long minutes of walking, they reached their house. It was small and cozy, but it was theirs. Even with the large amount of bits they had earned together, they never wanted another one.
So many memories were bound to the house. Their first date, their first kiss, their first night together, and their honeymoon. They would never trade the house for anything else. With a smile, Vinyl stepped up to the entrance and suddenly picked Octavia up in her magic, floating her up in front of her.
“Vinyl!” Octavia shrieked, “What are you doing?”
“I’m carrying my wife into my house,” she laughed out.
Octavia pouted, but she let Vinyl do it. She was curious about what Vinyl planned to do, or why she was suddenly so loveable again. It all was a mystery to her, but she remembered her mother's words once again.
Sometimes the most enjoyable things come in the most unexpected packages.
‘How right you were, mother. Who would’ve thought that I would be able to stand being married to Vinyl for five years?’ Octavia thought jokingly. ‘But I would never want to have it any other way.’
Her thoughts were interrupted as Vinyl smashed the door to their bedroom open, before laying Octavia gently into bed, “Sweet dreams,” she whispered before turning to go; she wasn’t the type of mare to take advantage of the situation.
She was soon stopped by something soft wrapped around her hind leg. Looking down, she noticed that it was Octavia’s tail.
“Hey, Vinyl?”
Octavia looked up from the tail to the face of her wife, “Yeah, what’s up?”
“Do you remember that night?”
“The one where we broke out big red?”
“No…” Octavia’s eyes glared at her.
“Our first night together?”
“No.”
“You’re going to have to be more specific then, because I remember every night I spend with you.”
Octavia felt butterflies in her chest at her wife’s words, “You do, don’t you?”
Vinyl nodded, “I almost didn’t believe you when you said it’s been five years since we married. It feels like one wonderful dream to me.”
“Vinyl I…”
“No, let me say it. I know you don’t care much for wubs, I do. It hurts me a little to see you so miserable in the club at times. I can’t tell you how many times I messed up tonight when I caught that look on your face. Tavi, if you’re just there for me, I’d be happier knowing you were someplace else, someplace you want to be. Knowing that I wasn’t making you miserable.”
Octavia shot up faster then she should have. She felt dizzy, almost ready to puke, but she fought that down so she could say what she needed to say. Crawling along the bed she reached out a hoof and took Vinyl in her hug, “I may not like your music, but there’s no place I’d rather be than by your side. I never want to be anywhere else, Vi.”
Vinyl pulled her head back and stared into her wife’s eyes. Those big, beautiful magenta eyes. She brought their lips together in a kiss. She felt the grey earth pony running her hoof along the side of her head and down her mane.
Octavia was quick to return the favor. Although, in her state of mind, she was only interested in the good bits. Vinyl almost squealed when Octavia wrapped a hoof around her neck and pulled her up onto the bed.
Vinyl tried to pull away, but the grey mare’s strength was the greater. With one hoof she held her tight, keeping their lips locked in a romantic embrace. She placed her other hoof on Vinyl’s flank, squeezing with all her might at the white unicorn’s fleshy backside.
“T-Tavi!” Vinyl softly moaned against her wife’s muzzle.
“Shh, no talking,” Octavia cooed as her hoof continued it’s way, tracing around Vinyl’s cutie mark and taking care of every good spot.
Octavia broke the kiss before gently nuzzling Vinyl, then, suddenly she got ahold of Vinyl’s ear, softly nibbling it and electing squeals from the unicorn. She was a little drunk, but she had been married to the mare in her hooves for five years now. She could, and has, found that spot in her sleep. Her muzzle aimed perfectly at the earlobe, teasing it with soft nibbles and licks.
Octavia’s ministrations were rewarded by soft coos and moans of pleasure coming from the white unicorn. Part of Octavia, a rather large part, was worried for her wife. The way she played her music had to be doing a number on her hearing. Sure, she took precautions, but there was a limit to what they could do.
She put that to the side for now. For now, it was the taste in her mouth that had her attention. Vinyl tasted salty, a consequence of the sweat from a hard night’s work. Octavia pulled on the unicorn’s earlobe with her teeth lightly before she let it go. With a smile, she saw the red marks that indicated where she bit down.
Sticking out her tongue, she ran it along the outer edge of the ear, an action that practically caused Vinyl’s leg to start shaking like a dog’s. Octavia smiled as she blew lightly into the outermost portion of her wife’s ear. She worked her way inward, decreasing and increasing her air pressure as she went.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Vinyl pulled her head back and stared at her.
“What’s wrong?” Octavia asked.
“It was our honeymoon, wasn’t it? The night you wanted me to remember.”
Octavia responded by licking the tip of Vinyl’s nose, “I knew you’d remember.”
The blush on Vinyl’s face became all-consuming, “You told me you didn’t like that.”
Octavia smiled a warm smile as she pressed her body up against Vinyl’s, causing their fur to rub together in all the right ways. She sniffed Vinyl’s muzzle all the way to her ear. Once there she stopped and whispered, “I lied.”
“You little minx,” Vinyl said with a smirk, “Why?”
“C’mon Vinyl, we couldn’t have that be the start of our marriage life. Otherwise what would we build up to?”
“Oh, I have some ideas,” the devious grin on the white mare’s face was hard to miss.
“I bet, but for now, I think it’s time we get to the fun part.”
“You sure this isn’t just because you’re drunk?”
“I’m sure, this was meant to be my anniversary present to you, after all.”
Vinyl smiled and got off the earth pony. An action that earned her a small grunt of displeasure, but was needed for this slight change in plans. She lay down on the bed, her stomach pressed flat against the sheets.
Octavia rolled over and got to her hooves. She moved her left hooves over her wife and laid down on her back, “Mhhh… it’s been a while, I wonder if it still has that taste I like?” Octavia asked nopony in particular as she glared hungrily at Vinyl’s horn.
“Only one way to find out,” Vinyl said with a smile.
However, before Octavia could move her lips any closer to her new popsicle, Vinyl stopped her, “Wait, I have an idea.”
“Oh? What’s that?”
“Something that might help you appreciate wubs a little bit more,” Octavia couldn’t see it, but Vinyl’s grin was from ear to ear.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, get off me a sec.”
Octavia wasn’t sure what was going on, but she did as she was asked. Vinyl practically shot up, she got to her hooves and looked over at the sound system at the edge of the bed. Octavia could only watch as the unicorn used her magic to pull a stereo cord out of the drawers and connect a rather long one to the outport of the speakers.
“Vinyl, what…”
“You’ll see soon enough,” Vinyl said with a smile as she concentrated her magic on a slightly different box, a box hidden under the bed. She pulled out a very specific, very expensive item from the box and connected the speaker cord to it.
“While you’re enjoying your treat, this will be enjoying you,” Vinyl said with a smile as she held up a magical, dildo-shaped, plug-in speaker, “The base will rock your world.”
Octavia felt herself shiver in anticipation. Vinyl was very critical of her equipment and never spoke highly of something unless it meant her exacting standards, “I thought you said you didn’t get me anything?”
“Not for our anniversary, no. But I’ve never needed an excuse to do something nice for you.”
Octavia couldn’t help herself, she rolled over on her back and spread her legs. Already, she could feel the effects of a heavy night’s drinking wearing off, only to be replaced with anticipation and desire. Her right hoof found her marehood and started to rub it slowly, up and down, up and down. She felt herself starting to moisten under the thought of what was to come, “Don’t keep me waiting.”
Vinyl laughed as she moved over to get a better view between her wife’s hind legs, “You should know by now, Tavi, when working over a crowd you have to do it right,” She breathed in deep of her wife’s sent. It smelt of sweat and of anticipation.
“First you gotta start off right,” Vinyl lightly stuck her tongue out, licking the outer edges of Tavi’s labia, “You gotta remind them that this is your show, they dance to your tone,” at that, her licks went in deeper, the tip of her tongue penetrating into the wet folds that was her wife’s quivering nethers.
Octavia couldn’t stop herself, she started to buck slightly in order to get more of that tongue inside of her.
“But you gotta remind them who’s in control. You control the beat, not them,” Vinyl said as she pulled her muzzle back, leaving a very flustered Tavi behind.
“However, that doesn’t mean you can ignore them, after all, you’re there for them,” At those words, Vinyl started to chow down like a fat foal at an all-you-can-eat ice cream bar.
Octavia screamed as her wife went to work, it came suddenly and without warning as she felt her folds under attack by the experienced mare’s tongue. She felt her own pleasure rise as she put her front hooves on the back of Vinyl’s head, trying to prevent it from going anywhere.
Sadly, the effect of the pleasure caused her to not be able to put her full strength into it, and Vinyl did manage to squirm away, “Then, just when they think it’s hit the apex, drop that shit.”
She pushed the dildo directly into her wife’s folds. An action that caused the grey mare to practically shoot up into the sky as she arched her back and let loose ear splitting scream.
“But a DJ’s job is never done, you gotta control the ebb and flow of the tune,” Vinyl said as she began pumping the dildo into her wife, controlling the screams with her rhythmic movements in and out.
Octavia felt herself fast approaching her pleasure limit, “Vi… Vi… Vi…” she found herself unable to articulate her wife’s name.
“And when they think they’ve reached the mountaintop, show them that they haven’t seen anything yet,” Vinyl said with a grin as she used her magic to turn her stereo all the way up.
Octavia felt it, she felt the wubs like she had never felt them before. From her marehood, the bass traveled up and through every cell of her body. She felt like she was vibrating from the inside out, about to vibrate into pieces in a way she had never felt before.
It was thrilling, more thrilling than starring in an orchestra for the princesses of Equestria. Her pleasure centers weren’t just overloaded, they were destroyed, blown apart more effectively than a dam loaded with dynamite.
Her lungs felt empty, her teeth rattled in her skull, and she felt herself not just squirt out of her marehood, but spray, harder than she had ever done so before. She screamed the name of her wife again and again before slumping down onto the sheets, breathing heavily.
Vinyl turned down the music, but did not turn it off. She leaned down and took a long lick of her wife’s juices, savouring the taste in her muzzle as long as possible, “Mhhh. Do you want your lollipop now?”
Octavia was wasted, but nodded nonetheless, her eyes lightening up as she got a perfect view of her wife tasting her marecum.
Vinyl didn’t try and make Octavia get on top of her this time, not after that. Rather, she simply crawled up her wife's body. Her nose ran the length of her barrel, sniffing and licking a path all the way to her muzzle. Once there, she expected Octavia to go right for her horn, however, her wife grabbed her muzzle and brought it in for a kiss.
She felt Octavia’s tongue thrust into her mouth like she owned it, like it was the natural master of her muzzle. Vinyl relaxed as she accepted the foreign body, acquiescing to every demand it had, letting it explore everywhere it wanted to go.
When Octavia pulled back, her tongue was still sticking out of her muzzle, a strand of saliva connected the two as Tavi licked her lips, “I love you, Vinyl,”
“I love you too, Tavi,” Vinyl said with a smile as she moved her muzzle down to her wife’s chest, allowing easy access to her horn.
Octavia looked at it with a smile. She lightly licked the tip, an action that caused a small shiver to run up Vinyl’s spine. Even with the wubs still assaulting her nethers, she found that the real pleasure wasn’t that, but the small shiver of excitement that went through her wife’s spine at her touch.
That was a pleasure she could never get enough of. She stuck her tongue back out and tapped it against the base of Vinyl’s horn. In one motion, she licked from the base all the way to the tip.
The action earned her a small taste of copper in her mouth and a very pleasurable moan from the white unicorn laying on top of her. Both of these things were welcome at the moment.
She went back to small licks, attacking the horn from the few angles she could get at. Her tongue ran along the ridges, outlining each and every one of them with her saliva. The entire time, Vinyl cooed and moaned in all the right ways as her wife gave her a very rare, very pleasurable horn job.
Octavia found her strength returning as she kept licking. Sure, she still felt excellent with the dildo spreading her wife’s wubs though her body, but the moans from Vi made it more than worthwhile. She lifted her chest off the bed, focing Vinyl to come with her as she latched her lips around the tip of her horn.
Working up a small amount of saliva in her mouth, Octavia moved her head down the horn, each second she’d take a little more of the white object in her mouth while testing the sides with her tongue.
When she was halfway down, she caught her wife’s hooves rubbing against her nethers. Octavia smirked as she grabbed the hoof with her own and forced it to the side, a “Nhh, Nu” escaping around the horn in her mouth.
Vinyl frowned, but obeyed as her wife continued to move her mouth up and down her horn. Each time she’d go that much deeper down, only to pull back after just the slightest advancement was made.
It was taking forever, driving her mad with desire, and she loved every second of it.
Octavia didn’t just suck on the horn, the entire time she kept her tongue going to work, running it along the ridges, seeking to get to spots that she had yet to touch, or had not touched in a while. Her tongue work was excellent, but with the practice she normally had with it, that did not come as a surprise to Vinyl.
However, what did come as a surprise was when Octavia forced her further up the bed. In this new position she didn’t have the same leverage she had, but it did allow her to do something else, something that became apparent as soon as Vinyl felt it.
Octavia moved a hoof right between Vinyl’s hind legs.
The hoof pressed against Vinyl’s clit before making it’s way lower. She pushed between Vinyl’s labia, right to the soaked folds that lay between them.
Vinyl gasped as she felt it, however, Octavia never let up on either her horn or pussy. Each time she’d wrap her tongue around Vinyl’s horn, her hoof would push that much harder.
Octavia trailed her tongue around every rib of her horn, causing it to spark in pleasure. Vinyl felt like she was drunk with pleasure, the dual assault forcing her to do everything in her power not to cum right away.
“Tavi!” she yelled in pleasure, causing Octavia to dive back with much more gusto on to her horn, sucking and licking it for all it was worth.
Too soon, the sucking stopped, and Vinyl looked irritated, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, my dear. Do you remember the one thing you wanted to try out, but I said it would be too disgusting?” Octavia suddenly asked.
“You mean my horn into your…”
“I should start writing the shopping list with more sexual innuendos, maybe then you’d actually remember the milk,” Octavia joked before tapping Vinyl’s horn softly, “Yes, exactly.”
“You want to do that?” Vinyl asked, in all seriousness.
“Well, I’m enjoying your new toy a little too much to pull it out,” Octavia said back with a wink, “Of course, if you don’t want to…”
“No, I do. I just never thought, you know what, never mind. Let’s do it,” Vinyl replied back in all giddiness. She had never done this before, but it had always been an interest.
“I think your horn is more than ready,” Octavia said with a lick to it’s tip.
The action sent another jolt of pleasure up Vinyl’s spine, reminding her just how close she was before they stopped. She shook it off and stood up to all four hooves, “How do we…”
Octavia smirked before standing up. She got to all four hooves and kissed her wife dead on the lips. With one final sexual glance at her horn, she turned around and said, ”Well, this is the way stallions normally do it,” as she bent her front two hooves and moved her tail to the side.
Vinyl oggled Octavia’s dripping wet marehood with the cord running out, connected to the speakers. They way her labia was engorged with blood and folded open just for her, and even her new destination. The door her Tavi had opened just for her, a door she thought closed. The tight little puckered hole of her anus.
She grinned and concentrated on a box under the bed. A box she knew the exact position of. With a small burst from her horn, she teleported it up to the top of the bed and opened it, revealing all the little toys the two had collected.
No matter how much her horn was ready, Vinyl didn’t want to take any chances she might accidentally hurt her wife. She levitated out a small bottle of lube and squirted some directly on the tight little hole.
When Octavia gasped as the cold liquid hit her second most sensitive area, Vinyl smiled and started to lightly apply it all around the dark spot on her wife’s flank.
The moan of pleasure that sounded from Octavia’s muzzle as she forced the lube into the hole told Vinyl all she needed to know. Octavia was ready for this, she wanted this, and so did Vinyl. As a last precautionary measure, Vinyl squirted a small amount on the tip of her horn and moved it up and down the ridges.
“Ready or not, Tavi, here I come,” Vinyl said with a smile as she lowered her head and placed it against the entrance.
Octavia almost tensed up when she felt it placed against her rear, almost. She forced herself to relax, to accept this little present she had given her wife for their fifth year anniversary.
She felt it, she felt her wife push the very tip of her horn directly into her anus. She felt her sphincter forced open as it was made to accommodate the new foreign body. Vinyl went slow, but constant. Every second would bring the tiniest bit more of her horn directly into her ass, but it was just enough where the only pain she felt was a slight discomfort as her sphincter could not close.
Vinyl smiled as she saw more and more of her wife’s juices fall before her eyes. She raised a hoof and caught some of it as it leaked out of her wife’s marehood. With a lick, she grunted in acknowledgement and push in that much further.
“Ahhh….” Octavia gasped as the second ridge of her wife’s horn crossed the barrier. For her part, Vinyl paused, afraid to push further in or out in fear of causing undue harm.
“You… you okay?” Vinyl asked.
“Yeah, that… that felt amazing.”
Vinyl smiled, “Oh, you like that, huh?,” with a grin, she turned the stereo's volume control knob up one notch.
A small splash of liquid hit the unicorn in the face for her effort as her wife’s body was overtaken in a miniature orgasm. Vinyl held steady as she felt her wife clamp down on her horn. She licked her muzzle clean, enjoying the taste of Tavi’s juices and wishing she could somehow bathe in them one day.
“You so suck,” Tavi said as she caught her breath after that.
“Says the mare with a horn up her ass,” Vinyl joked back.
“Fair point,” Octavia laughed, “How far in are you anyway?”
“Barely any,” Vinyl said honestly.
“Well, get back to work.”
“You want me to turn it down?”
“No, leave it up,” Vinyl didn’t need to see her face to imagine the goofy smile on Octavia’s face.
With a devious grin, Vinyl pushed the next two ridges all the way in. She felt her neck almost twist when Octavia bucked back, her cry of pleasure piercing her ears.
“I wonder what would happen if your fans could see you now. Imagine it, Tavi. Imagine yourself on stage, right at this moment, your wife’s horn half way up your ass, a dildo sticking out of your pussy. What would they say?” Vinyl said as she slowly started to move again.
“They’d… they’d call me a slut,” Octavia said though her moans.
“And they’d be right. Look at yourself. You’re a slut, aren't you?” Vinyl said as she picked up the pace.
“Yes…” Tavi cried as she felt more and more of the horn enter her.
“But you want to know something? Something very important?”
“What?”
“You’re my slut, and I love you for it,” the unicorn punctuated her comment with a lick on her wife’s clit. An action that let Tavi know she did it; she was all the way inside of her anus.
Octavia opened her eyes and looked back. She could see the back of her wife’s head pressed against her flanks. She could feel her wife’s mane rubbing against her fur, and she had never felt fuller in her life.
Her pussy still had the dildo in it, her anus was packed with her wife’s horn, and she loved it, she loved every second of it. She let her wife know by saying one phrase, just three simple words.
“Drop that bass.”
Vinyl gave a devious smirk before reaching with her magic for her stereo, slowly turning the bass up, only little bits at once, watching her wife’s reaction. First, Octavia just moaned silently. It turned into groaning, then whimpering, and at last, into loud screaming and demanding to buck her.
“Vinyl, give it to me,” she screamed, causing Vinyl to pull out a bit, just to force her horn back into her wife’s ass, receiving only louder moans for her actions.
Vinyl wasn’t getting off easy, herself. Unicorn horns are sensitive, very sensitive. The only reason she had not cum yet was due to the concern she had for her wife’s safety. But now they were getting into it. With every push inward, she felt her wife’s anus clamp down that much harder on her horn, an action that made it a challenge to pull out.
The wubs… she felt the wubs vibrate directly through her horn, almost as if she were wearing a set of earphones directly on it. However, these were much, much better than any earphones, as these were coming though her wife.
It was the best of both words; Vinyl was riding her wife’s ass, hard, while enjoying her second favorite pastime. Yet the icing on the cake was what was happening a little lower. Every time she’d push forward, a small spray of Octavia's cum would be forced out between the didlo and the walls of her pussy.
“BUUUUCCCKKK!” Octavia shouted as she was overcome with a mind shattering orgasm. Vinyl smiled but kept pushing in and out, seeking to drag out her wife’s pleasure as long as she could while holding back her own. She knew it was a losing scenario, but every scream that escaped those perfect lips, every time her muzzle was covered in her wife’s love juices, it simply made it all the more worthwhile to try.
Tavi’s back arched as her head pressed against the floor. Her tongue hung out of her mouth, resting on the carpet. Yet none of that mattered to the mare. Her mind was only focused on the vibrations and sensations coming from her nethers. Vinyl’s words found purchase in her mind and the refine, proper mare found herself picturing a huge crowd right in front of her, her trusty cello abandoned as she was racked with pleasure.
They were shouting at her, calling her a slut and a whore and a million other names. She loved it, she loved the names, she loved the hurtful words, but mostly, she loved who was doing it to her.
Vinyl lost track of time. Her entire world became nothing more than her actions,the rhythmic pumping of her horn, the wubs she felt vibrating through her wife’s body, and the spray of cum hitting her muzzle. All of these things only increased her own pleasure, they were quickly filling a dam in her body, a dam that was bound to burst forward with a tidal wave that would drown out her world.
“And, of course, you always go out with a bang!” Vinyl shouted as she turned the knob of the speaker all the way to max. Both volume and bass.
Octavia shot back, her spine arched as far as it could go as her head almost did a one-eighty. She held that pose for almost twenty seconds before falling to the ground, unconscious, her scream echoing around the house.
The wubs blew apart Vinyl’s dam in an orgy of destruction and chaos. She felt her wife’s ass tighten on her horn with a vice like grip. The unicorn’s back legs gave out and she fell to the ground as her own marehood began squirting in a long-awaited orgasm.
The only thing that held her up at all was that Octavia wouldn’t let go of her horn. It was a full twenty seconds before Octavia's hind legs gave out and they both fell to the ground, Vinyl’s face planting itself in a puddle of her wife’s cum.
She concentrated as hard as she could. Her target was simple, but she was utterly drained. With a last, herculean effort, Vinyl pulled the power cord on the speaker before exhaustion claimed her.
***
Vinyl awoke to the smell of pancakes in the other room. She opened her eyes, seeing that she was now in bed, tucked into the covers. With a yawn, she stretched her forelegs and rolled out of bed.
An action that her body did not agree with. She felt sore… everywhere. The pain was good, welcomed even. If she was this sore, it mean that what happened last night wasn’t a dream, it was real.
Of course, the smell of pancakes also meant Octavia was up first, and if Vinyl was this sore, she could only imagine the state she was in. With that thought in her head, Vinyl threw off her fatigue and raced to the kitchen. Her own soreness be damned, she had to help her wife.
The unicorn ran to the kitchen as fast as her hooves could take her. She skidded to a halt as she rounded the corner.
“Hey, Vinyl,” Octavia said, smiling as she stood over the stove.
“Hey yourself,” Vinyl replied back, confused.
Octavia happily flipped a pancake before walking over to give her wife a kiss on her cheeks. For the briefest of moments, Vinyl thought that maybe, just maybe, she did imagine it, that what her memories told her was just a dream. However, when Octavia walked back to the stove, it told Vinyl all she need to know.
With a smug grin, Vinyl’s eyes followed the cord from Octavia’s nethers all the way to where it was plugged into the dubstep dishwasher.
Somepony definitely had a new appreciation for wubs.
“Happy anniversary, Tavi.”
“Happy anniversary, Vi.”
Author's Note
Happy Birthday, VitalSpark 
