School of Knock Hards

Vinyl cackled a little at Spike's expression when Octavia finally came out, "Enjoying the view, dude?" She asked, playfully elbowing him after she hooked the console up.

He merely gave a nod in reflex, his mouth already curled into an appreciative grin "Leggy..."

Octavia-her current attire now consisting of just a pair of baby blue, tanga-style cotton panties, and snug white t-shirt with 'Hugs?' emblazoned across her breasts-blushed rather cutely under his gaze, though she tried her best to hide it. "S-start the game."

Vinyl cackled again, even she could tell her friend was still feeling the effects of her bathroom encounter with him, "Just a sec, Tav. Gotta get ready myself!" Without another word, she stood up and unzipped her own pants right in front of Spike. She gave him a cheeky grin as she bent over, showing off the scarlet-colored thong she had on.

Spike's grin widened, his eyes darting between both sets of long, supple legs, "Homina..." While Spike was very much an ass man, a gorgeous pair of legs came in a close second.

Octavia's blush deepened while Vinyl just smirked and flopped down beside him as the TV screen lit up with a motley group of ponies, what looked like griffons, and others all charging by on various vehicles. The sight was enough to help shove his hormones to the side, and he quickly grabbed a controller.

"Dibs on the one in green!" He called out, selecting a pony wearing a set of green overalls on a motorcycle.

"Fetlokuigi?" Octavia raised a brow, "But he has one of the worst accelerations in the game."

He shrugged, "Eh, always had a soft spot for the guys in green."

It took the two mares a moment to make up their minds about which ones they wanted, but soon they picked and the first race track was pulled up.

Naturally, Spike was in last place for the first lap while he worked out the controls and power-ups. Once he got the hang of it, however, things got a little more interesting. Especially when he found the game allowed powersliding.

"Onf!" Octavia grunted in frustration when she slammed into what looked like a hay bale he had dropped in front of her.

"Heh, that's for blasting me off the track with that multi-colored apple thing." He smirked at the pout she gave him.

They went another lap before Vinyl spoke up, "Spike, can I ask you something?

"Yeah?"

"Speaking of green and all that, I've been a lil curious; why's your hair green?"

"I have to admit, I'm a tad curious myself." Octavia added, "According to the Mamonos, humans usually run shades of black, brown, red or blonde, with a rare case of grey or white."

"Dunno." He shrugged, "My parents were a little weirded out when they saw it coming in, but none of the doctors could figure it out. Finally just chalked it up to a wonky gene somewhere."

Vinyl screwed her face up in a contemplative expression...right before she gave the other mare an evil grin, "So Tavi, is ALL his hair green?"

Octavia sputtered as she lost concentration, crashing in the game again, "I-I beg your pardon!?"

"You know," She continued teasingly, pulling down her glasses in a suggestive manner , "The carpet and drapes match?" Her gaze drifted to his lap, "Or should I say the 'welcome mat'?"

Octavia turned bright red, "I-I didn't look THAT close-Oh-ho!" Her eyes widened in realization and she pointed at accusing finger at Vinyl, "You aren't getting me that easily, 'Miss terminal bedhead'!"

While this was going on, Spike worked to keep his eyes on the TV. Though he did keep his ears out to the conversation; from curiosity and wondering if Vinyl's question meant Octavia really DID shave there.

"Hey, why both putting a comb to perfection?" Vinyl shook her head, letting her hair bounce a little, "Besides, I'm not the one who counts out a hundred and fifty brush strokes to her mane and tail every night."

"You know I only do that to make sure there are no tangles in the morning!" Came the retort, "And you're one to talk, Vinyl. Don't think I've forgotten those half dozen brushes you have for your coat."

Vinyl just gave an amused snort, "Really? And how often have you asked to barrow them, hm?"

"Well, they're really nice brushes."

It was at that moment, however, that Spike's sense of humor decided it couldn't stay silent any longer, even if it was just a lame joke, "You know, ladies," He grinned at them, "All you've gotta to do is ask and I'd be more than happy to give
you both a good brushing."

Both of them stopped dead. All sound in the room seemed to disappear, like a universal mute had been hit.

Vinyl's eyes widened behind her shades, "Whoawha??" Her cheeks pinked as the controller slipped from her fingers

Octavia could only let out a squeaky, "P-pardon?"

"Sure, I got two hands." He grinned and held one up, wigging his fingers, "Can do you both at the same time."

A goofy grin slowly etched itself onto Octavia face, the lemon-orange fragrance once again tickling her senses and sending a pleasant tingle through her body. "B-both of us?" She asked, a trickle of red showing from her nose.

Vinyl blinked, "Tavi? You ok-" She asked before she suddenly caught a familiar scent; a mix of ozone, alcohol, and a hint of cigarette smoke.

The smell of a rave.

The normally boisterous pony suddenly bit her lower lip and whimpered, the blush spreading as she felt a tingling warmth of desire begin growing in her. She whimpered again, squeezing her thighs together at the sensation.

"Ok..." Spike glanced between them, "Are...are you two feeling alright? You're both acting odd."

Vinyl just sat there, squirming in her seat, her breath coming in light pants. The flushed look on her face seemed to indicate she was having trouble saying much of anything anything. Octavia was just a mix of stammering and giggles, her face no less red.

Now, had Spike's mind been fully on what was going on between them, he probably would have realized something was off, but the split in his his attention cause him to reach a different conclusion, "Hey, if it helps, I'll start slow at your necks. Can do the nape first if you want, then to your shoulders, your upper backs, moving down...either of you ticklish?" When neither of them responded-though Vinyl did twitch a bit-he continued, "Then I'll go along your sides to your lower backs. You want a stiff or soft-bristle brush for your tails..."

It was then that whatever was bubbling up in Vinyl finally became uncontainable,"Oh come on! We just met you, man!" She blurted out, her face literally glowing.

Silence briefly reigned once again. Spike looked at her, his face slowly shifting to a look of unabashed confusion. It took him a second to finally speak, "Wh-wha...? What's with you? You just said you brush yourselves all the time."

"Not l-like THAT!"

"What 'that'?? Brushing's brushing, isn't it?"

"Waitwaitwait. Hold up, h-hold on a sec!" Vinyl made a frantic stop gesture "...you don't know?"

"Know what?" He asked, standing up off the couch so he could look at them both.

With him no longer in such close proximity, the sensation wrapped around Octavia receded a bit. It wasn't fully gone, but it was enough to let her calm down a little, "Oh...oh, dear. Um, S-spike..." She paused to take a deep breath, "B-brushing another pony's coat; it's on par with, well..."

"It's pretty much one of the more erotic things you can do." Vinyl joined in, "It's sorta foreplay, kinda."

"N-not quite what I'd say, but close." Octavia replied, "It's considered a very intimate act."

Spike blinked, then blinked again. His expression of dawning dread was all it took to let them know things were clicking into place, "S-so I pretty much...?" His head dropped into his hands, and he let out a despondent groan at their nod, "Where's that corner again...?"