Andante Legato was not a happy stallion. He never smiled much to begin with, but discipline had to be maintained. Besides, underneath the grumpy exterior, he could feel genuine joy if things went smoothly enough. Today, however, was not one of those days. He paced back and forth and grumbled to himself, the baton nearly snapping in his hand as he gripped it tightly. The front row of the orchestra dared not to even look at him, and they simply tried to curl up as tightly as they could while shrinking toward the ground. Those further in the back were no less intimidated, but they at least had the mercy of not hearing the verbal abuse.

Andante was a terrific conductor, and pretty much the backbone of the orchestra. Without him, everything would turn into chaos, not just during the actual performances, but pretty much in every living moment of the group. He was the mortar keeping all the loose rocks and pebbles together, forming a solid wall of sound. This commanded tremendous respect, even in the face of his strict demeanor, and being scolded by him made everypony under his charge feel deeply ashamed. And, of course, rather annoyed at whoever managed to tick him off.

This is why those who could risk looking away all had their attention turned to the door, or to the empty chair near the front of the orchestra. A polished, immaculate, tremendously expensive cello lay next to it, 'Octavia Melody' carved into a small nook on its side in curly letters. If Andante was the backbone, and the other musicians were the lungs, then she was the vocal chords of the orchestra. It was indeed an odd setup where a bass instrument was the "star of the show", but Octavia had surprised audiences, and even fellow musicians, time and again with what kind of sounds she could produce. And that had not changed, except—

"Hiiii!" All heads turned to see the doors to the rehearsal chamber swing open, making way for the star musician. "Sorry I'm late. I got, like, caught up in a few big things."

She giggled at the stunned looks of her fellow musicians and approached the front row, the click-clack of her sky-high heels echoing loudly in the dead silence. She licked her plump lips, making the purple gloss look even more wet, not to mention there were some telltale white droplets still staining her cheeks. Her breasts and rear jiggled with every step constrained only by her purple dress stretched tightly over her curves, though it may as well have been just a glorified apron. It just barely cupped the bottom half of her enormous breasts, holding them up to make them stand out even more, then wrapped around her incredibly tight waist and loosely hung from her hips, splitting apart both at the front and back. If she stood perfectly still, the fabric would actually conceal her lower half, but with her hip-swaying gait, everypony got a good view of her thighs, her plush rear, and they all learned what the color of her underwear was that day.

She waltzed past the horns section, occasionally glancing to the side, fluttering her long eyelashes and giving a melting stare at anypony she found cute that day. One stallion dropped his tuba and gulped, picking it back up with shaking hands, no longer seeming able to sit still. A couple mares next to him gave him an angry glare, then shook their heads at the busty cellist, mumbling under their breaths. Octavia reached the string section next, waving at a young colt who nearly fell off his seat as he waved back, turning bright red. She blew a kiss his way, the smack of her big dickpillows audible across the chamber, and even the stallions next to her target started fidgeting with their pants. One mare stood up, angrily clutching her bow like a sword as she glared at Octavia, but the mare just giggled and moved on.

She approached her cello on the stand, Andante standing beside it, tapping his hoof impatiently. She responded with an innocent, airheaded pout and picked up her instrument wrapping her body around it as though it were a lover, her generous curves squeezing into the firm wood. She sighed contentedly, nestling the neck of the cello against her breasts, almost letting them embrace it fully. She even swayed a little back and forth, as if humping the instrument, letting out a few low moans of pleasure. Finally, she turned to look at the conductor, now with a light blush on her cheeks, and smiled widely.

"Ready to begin, Andy~" she purred. Behind her came the squeaking of chairs on the hardwood floor, as several of the musicians seemed in need of sitting closer. Mostly the stallions, but even a couple of mares. Andante gave them a brief, furious glance, and all motion stopped.

"Miss Octavia, this behavior is unacceptable," he said. "You are late, again. And your behavior is detrimental to the performance of the others. I demand all musicians to show discipline, and yet you..."

She stared at him as he went on and on, slightly tilting her head to the side. The words clearly just went in through one ear and out the other, either because she was not interested, or she could not understand it. No music quickly made her bored, however, so she entertained herself by "hugging" her cello some more, nuzzling the neck while grinding her lower half against its curves. Even Andante stuttered a bit as he watched her massive mounds engulf the neck and start moving up and down, while her purple lips suckled on the pegs. Her hands slipped along the instrument's body, her long, purple nails playfully plucking the strings a few times.

Andante huffed and shook his head, rubbing his eyes. "This will not do, Miss Octavia," he said. "See me in my office after rehearsal."

The mare just giggled and nodded, clearly not fazed by how frustrated her boss looked. The other musicians behind her managed to tear their eyes away and looked at each other in shock. Octavia had tested the limits of Andante's patience before, but never enough to be called to his office, which everypony knew was a sign of the end. They assumed she was just far too important for the sound of the orchestra, so he would have to put up with it. But now it seemed he would no longer tolerate this behavior. Some of the mares actually smiled, while the stallions deflated, sluggishly preparing their instruments. Octavia herself seemed blissfully unaware of their reactions, as all the attention she got was pleasant enough.

Andante tapped the top of his sheet stand, then held up the baton, and with the first swing, the horns section blared to life, playing the opening notes of the symphony they planned for their next performance. Thankfully, even with the disturbances caused by their star attraction, the musicians were seasoned enough to play without slipping up, and Andante Legato's legendary skill only made their sound even tighter and more powerful. For a moment, everyone became lost in the flow of the melodies, forgetting about the frustrations plaguing the orchestra lately.

But this period of tranquility was not to last. Octavia herself had not even played a note, as she still waited for her special cue. Until then, she kept cuddling with her instrument, swaying her hips from side to side and making her butt jiggle. Occasionally, she would cast a glance over her shoulder, smiling at whoever her eyes landed on. Finally, Andante turned his icy gaze on her and gestured with his hand, to which the mare nodded, licking her puffy lips as she touched the bow against the strings. Behind her, the orchestra lowered its volume, paving the way for her part in the harmony.

The busty bimbo gently dragged the bow over the strings, and the very first low tone rang out, instantly changing the atmosphere in the chamber. Everyone tensed up briefly as the air itself seemed to warm up a little, and the vibrations became tangible, making their bodies tingle all over. Ears flicked, legs quivered, and few could remain still in their seats as Octavia began playing in earnest, the rising melody and accelerating rhythm intensifying the effect. As she let loose her performance, she became more animated as well, gently rocking back and forth, tilting her head and gasping for air, while her lower half would squeeze against the smooth wood.

Within minutes, hardly any stallion did not sport flushed cheeks, nor fidgeted constantly in their seat, sweating profusely as they could not take their eyes off the busty cello player. The mares, too, seemed short of breath, squirming as the air felt like it spawned hands to caress them all over. Even Andante himself had trouble keeping up his rock-solid facade, and more than once he narrowed his eyes at Octavia as he struggled to keep the piece under control.

Not that the musicians were making any mistakes. In fact, their experience and Andante's firm hand let them keep going, almost to a fault, the entire harmony following where the cellist led them. What had been tight, conservative playing before now shifted in its tone, feeling much warmer and fluctuating to an imaginary rhythm, beyond that which the composer intended. If one looked close enough, they could see that it matched the swaying, humping motion Octavia made while playing, and many of her fellow musicians found themselves moving the same way, rocking back and forth in their seats, nudging their hips left and right.

Words failed to describe what was happening. Octavia's playing was orgasmic, in so many senses of the word. She herself looked ready to burst from the way she felt, even letting out a low moan and grinding into her cello more firmly. Some of the musicians closest to her picked up on a faint, sweet scent, and a bit of fluid glistened in the overhead lights along the mare's inner thighs. Finally, they reached the crescendo, many of the stallions now struggling to not fall over, and the piece came to an end, the final notes like the cries of someone reaching the peak.

Octavia gave a delighted coo, followed by another giggle as she looked at Andante. The conductor was panting, sweat trickling from his forehead, and he had to lean against his sheet stand for a moment. "That was... well done, everyone," he blurted out between gasps, earning looks of shock from all around. Andante Legato praising a performance? What was the world coming to? "Now... let's... hmph..." He tried to find the next page, but his hands were shaking and just clumsily nudged the sheets around. "Take a short break. Yes. Five minutes, perhaps ten. Octavia!" He looked up at her, the musicians nearby recoiling as they were caught in the wake of his furious glare. "My office. Now."

"Okay~" she chirped. The loud clacking of her heels joined the more subtle hammering of his expensive shoes as they left the stage, heading for the back doors that led to the offices. All eyes were on them, Octavia in particular, many of the stallion looking on in despair, while some mares could not help but chuckle that the big bimbo was finally getting what was coming to her.

But Octavia did not pay this any mind. Her eyes were on Andante the whole time, and she could barely hold back her giddiness, particularly when she noticed that he had a bit of trouble walking straight. To the stallion's credit, he managed to keep his composure quite well, as the rest of the orchestra looked like they might collapse right off their chairs. The two arrived at Andante's office, with the conductor opening the door for her, frowning as he watched her jiggle her way inside. He shook his head, remembering the last time the mare had been here, looking so sharp and determined, arguing with him over the pieces they should choose for their next performance. Now she looked like she had a head full of helium, if only to balance all the other "balloons" attached to her body. He sighed and shut the door, walking past the dark-haired bimbo to plop down in his chair behind his desk.

Octavia cooed as she looked around, her lips forming a big, slutty O in awe from the countless trophies and certificates lining the walls of Andante's office. She smiled and clapped her hands, giving a little squee as she looked back at the conductor. "Wow, Andy, I never knew you had so many, uh... shinies!"

"Andante," he corrected her and sighed again. "And yes... they are my life's work." Instead of the same frustration welling up inside him, he felt a bit awkward from making his response so harsh. He realized that this was the first time she ever took notice of his achievements, even if in such a vapid manner. Respect, that was a thing musicians once knew. He shifted in his seat, finding it impossible to settle into a comfortable spot. "Now, Octavia, I need you to—"

He was cut off when he looked up at her again, realizing that he had somehow phased out, and the busty cellist was now standing right in front of his desk. She still wore that big, vapid smile, but now there was more to her expression than just innocent, airheaded bliss. Her big, purple eyes stared at him with tangible intensity, making him gulp and unconsciously start to curl up in his seat. Her smile widened in response, and she leaned over his desk, letting him stare into the abyss of her cleavage, her massive bust looking like it could easily crush the sturdy oak if she were to lie on it.

"—focus," he finished with an awkward cough.

"Mmhmm?"

Octavia fluttered her eyelashes and leaned a bit closer. Andante was forced to lean further back, and even as he spoke to her, he could not take his eyes off the bimbo's breasts gently jiggling before him. "I've... led this orchestra for twenty years and seen many musicians come and go," he went on. His hands fidgeted on the armrests of his chair, tingling with the urge to reach out and get just a brief sample. He closed his eyes and took several deep breaths, calling on every bit of self-discipline he had left. "So I'm sure you understand that I cannot a—"

He heard a faint creak from the desk, as well as the rustling of some of the papers on top. Moments later, his eyes popped wide as he felt a hand gently wrap around his crotch, the nimble fingers expertly seeking out and cradling the rock-hard bulge that had formed there. Whatever else he tried to say, it only came out as an incoherent groan as he squirmed in his seat, overwhelmed by the feeling of her kneading his package, the long and hard fingernails playfully tickling and squeezing the tip. He arched his back, nearly lifting off the chair, hands gripping the edge of his desk for dear life.

"Ohh?" The ditzy mare continued to just reply with curious and innocent coos, though at this point Andante could not tell if she was not just toying with him. The hungry look in her eyes certainly implied the latter as she ogled his package, which throbbed and strained against the tight fabric of his pants. He followed her gaze, noticing how in the time he had closed his eyes, she had gently settled across his desk, giving her the right angle and reach to claim her prize.

Her other hand joined in, prying open Andante's pants, while he could only mumble incoherent protests. They soon turned into a low groan as his cock finally popped free, the air feeling ice cold against the immense heat built up in his crotch. Thankfully, her hands were quick to offer a remedy, wrapping around his erection and stroking it slowly but firmly, thumbs kneading the tip. Andante briefly revealed his soprano skills in response, moaning as the stimulation made a wad of pre squirt from his shaft.

"O-Ohh my gosh... Oct-tavia, you—Ahh!"

The bimbo cellist just giggled and kept stroking. "Shh~" she cooed. "It's okay, Andy. I know you're, like, really tense and all, but Octi's here to help with that." By that point Andante was reduced to just moaning and blurting out her name every now and then, but she seemed to comprehend that just as well. "Mmm... want to fuck my tits~?"

His jaw dropped, and he managed to regain enough of his wits to stare at her in shock, while she casually climbed off his desk. Her thick thighs swept most of the contents off the edge along the way, but Andante was in no condition to complain anymore. The faintest movement of her hands would make his whole body convulse, another wad of pre coming from the tip. She licked her lips and knelt before him, first leaning in to lap up all the appetizers he gave so far. Her lips and tongue offered a whole new world of pleasure to the conductor, the moist, plump pillows rubbing along his hard length. Meanwhile, his own resolve now turned against him, refusing to let him blow his load straight away. After all, what kind of leader would he be, if he just let his musicians play him like a fiddle?

Octavia was far from discouraged by his tenacity. After getting his shaft thoroughly lubed up with her saliva, she pulled down the top of her low-cut dress, letting her large mounds bounce free. For but a moment, Andante was hit by a surge of frustration, as the star cellist had apparently not even bothered with proper underwear. She truly needed a healthy dose of discipline. But for now, he was left a groaning, wriggling mess in his chair, while the mare cupped her breasts and wrapped them around his throbbing cock. He "sang" again from the first squeeze she gave, the warm pillows giving his stallionhood a heavenly embrace. She then started moving up and down, occasionally licking at his tip as it poked out.

Andante's world became a hot, frantic haze after that. He was faintly aware of himself giving a loud growl, grabbing Octavia's shoulders and ramming his hips against the underside of her tits with all his might. Their voices rose together, until everything turned white, and the last thing he heard was her giggling and slurping before he fell back into his chair, gasping for breath to avoid blacking out.

The orchestra watched the door leading to the offices with great anticipation. It was past the end of their rehearsal schedule, and everypony had already packed their things, yet none of them had left. After all, Octavia was their star musician, and Andante had just brought himself to fire her. Sure, they might still argue over it, but one could hardly expect Andante to give an inch, nor to allow a debate for so long. Yet it had been thirty minutes, and neither the cellist, nor the conductor had emerged.

Just as the first of the bass section got up and made their way to the exit, the doors finally burst open, and the duo emerged. To everypony's shock, Octavia was giggling as she walked right beside Andante, leaning onto him with an arm wrapped around his shoulder, while his own arm was around her waist, hand resting on her sizable hip. The conductor's expression, too, had changed – still rather strict as he let his gaze wander over the other musicians, but also a lot more relaxed. Most could have even sworn they saw a smile tugging on his lips as he patted Octavia's side and watched her head back to her spot to gather her things. He then cleared his throat and gestured for everyone to have a seat.

"Thank you all for your patience," he said. "Rehearsal is over for today. Well done, all of you." Even his voice was different, only on his best days did he sound so friendly and calm, and those were few and far in between. One could only guess what the two had been doing, as he seemed to take great care not to come back looking ruffled, but the few damp spots left on Octavia's face and chest, shimmering in the stage lights, left little to imagination. "Miss Octavia and I have come to an agreement. She is an... indispensable part of our sound, and she has promised to improve her performance." He gave the bimbo a quick glance, and a rare smirk appeared on his face, if only briefly. "Therefore, we will move past some of the... difficulties of today's rehearsal, and she will be staying with us to make sure our performance is the best in Equestria, as it always has been."

A murmur spread through the crowd, everyone seeming rather confused, some of them upset, and a select few amused by it all. Andante put up his hands to make them pipe down, but before he could say anything else, a loud stomp cut him off, and everyone turned to look at one of the mares from the horns section leap to her feet, face red with anger.

"Is this a joke?" She shouted. "Andante, I've put up with just about enough!" Her eyes were like daggers as she looked at Octavia, who simply giggled and waved back at her. "You're going to let that... that... harlot stay here?"

A lanky stallion sitting next to her went pale from the outburst, and he started tugging on the side of her dress. "Medley, please, you're—"

"Shut up!" Medley pulled away and turned her gaze to Andante, who himself seemed dumbstruck by her reaction. "I didn't go to the academy for this! To play with scandalous mares who can just flirt their way into success!"

A few gasps and awkward chuckles could be heard from the others, but everyone else just stayed silent, nervously anticipating the response from Andante. Medley clearly said what everypony was thinking, but only she seemed to get upset enough over it. Seeing that there was no unanimous support, she shook her head and stormed out. Her fellow musicians called after her, but she ignored them, and the doors slammed shut in her wake.

Andante finally broke out of his trance and huffed, making his way toward the exit, only to pause along the way when he felt a hand on his shoulder. His eyes widened as he turned to see Octavia standing right beside him. Subtlety went out the window as she pressed her curvy body against his own, her other hand coming up to caress his cheek.

"Don't worry, Andy. I'll take care of it." She giggled, and a chill went down everypony's back as, for once, bimbo cellist's tone did not sound vapid, but instead devilishly playful. "She looked really bitchy, but I think I can talk her into cumming back."

Andante's mouth opened, but Octavia reached up to silence him with a finger, then topped it off with a quick peck on his lips, making the stallion visibly tense up. A sharp clattering and rustling of pages rang out nearby as one of the violinists knocked over their stand in shock. The busty bimbo just giggled and waved everyone goodbye, sauntering toward the exit with her slutty grace, all eyes captivated by her jiggling curves until they finally disappeared out the door.

Medley's heels clacked sharply on the sidewalk, both from the weight of the instrument on her back, as well as the frustration she channeled into her gait. Bystanders parted before her from several paces away, wincing at her fiery expression, and her fists clenched as she resisted the urge to just vent at one of them.

"Medleeeey~"

"Go away," she muttered through gritted teeth. "Just go away, you—"

"Medley, wait uuuup~"

That tone, it was worse than just hearing hot air leaking from those balloons on her chest. Octavia was teasing her.

"What?" she yelled. "Can't you take a hint? I'm. Going. Home." Her outburst actually brought the busty mare to a halt, wobbling a bit on her heels from the sudden deceleration. Her expression, however, refused to give up the vapid grin and fluttering eyelashes. Oh well, Medley would take whatever small victories she could.

"Aww... why'd you have to, like, get all bitchy?"

"Get lost, Octavia." Medley's hands shook, fingers gripping the handle of her case tightly. "I'm not in the mood."

"Come ooon~" The bimbo casually closed the distance. "What's the matter? Ponies won't like you if you're bitchy, you know. Especially guys~"

"Look, just... just give it a rest, okay? I'm fine. I just..." Looking into those big, purple eyes, she just could not bring herself to be angry when Octavia radiated pure compassion – or complete lack of coherent thought, for all Medley knew. Either way, she was getting sick of having to be angry about it, and there was clearly nothing to gain. "I'm sorry I yelled at you, okay? This is just a lot to take in, I'm sure you understand.

Octavia nodded, eyelids fluttering, and she gave a compassionate giggle and pat on Medley's shoulder. It was far from reassuring, as she looked and sounded just as vapid as before. Still, it felt better than the looks of shock she got when she stormed off from rehearsal.

"Uh... want to have a coffee?" Medley offered. "My treat." Octavia just nodded again without hesitation, and Medley sighed, rolling her eyes and managing to crack a smile as she led the bimbo away. She still had to deal with all the stares from bystanders, a fair share of both offended and delighted, but it felt good to be free of all the pity from seeing her angry. Instead, a small part of her actually tried to bask in it, imagining that, instead of the "tits on heels" sauntering next to her, all those hungry eyes were for her, as were all the angry looks – all those ponies just being "bitchy", as Octavia might put it.

They arrived at a small corner cafe, settling in around a small table outside. Medley tore her gaze away from Octavia's bouncing breasts as the mare plopped down into her seat, and she quickly went inside and ordered a pair of espressos. No way would she risk letting the bimbo figure out her order, Medley still had things to do today.

"Again, I'm sorry I ran off like that," Medley said after she returned. She stared into her cup, stirring the contents back and forth idly. "I just couldn't deal with it. I mean, my whole life has been building up to this. All that practicing, extra tutoring that cost a fortune, all the auditions it took to get here... and then I see, well, you. In that."

She pointed to Octavia's clothing – or rather, the near complete lack of it. The bimbo, who until now had just been staring at Medley with a wide smile, blinked and gave a little squee. "Oh, you like it?" she said. "Thanks! I know just the place if you want one. I bet you'd look so cute in it, and like—"

"No, no, you don't... ugh!" Medley rubbed her eyes and shook her head. "Look, I'm trying to make a point here. What's the point of talent when all you do is sway through looks? I dreamed of playing in this orchestra for so long. Now my legacy will be me throwing a fit around the star musician. And all because you—"

She trailed off, a warm sensation embracing her hand, and she looked down to see Octavia having reached across the table to wrap her fingers around Medley's own. "It's okay, Medley," the cellist said. Medley looked up, words failing to come out as she became lost in those purple pools staring back at her. "You're a lovely mare, and I love playing with you. Just think about that, and don't let anything else get to you~"

She gently squeezed and caressed Medley's hand, her skilled fingers sending pleasant tingles through the mare's arm. Medley could feel those long, smooth nails gently skating along her skin, like little quills scribbling sweet nothings right into her thoughts. "It's okay to be, like, bitchy every now and then," Octavia went on. "Everyone needs to blow off steam. Just never let it get you down." She let out a small giggle. "Unless it's on your knees~"

"Uhh..." Medley blinked, her jaw nearly dropping. It was as if they had switched roles, with Octavia speaking sense in an earnest tone, while her companion could only stare and mumble, her thoughts struggling to catch up with her emotions. She frowned at Octavia's teasing, and yet her cheeks felt warm, making her quickly lift her cup to take a sip in an attempt to hide it.

By the time she set it down, her other hand was returning the squeezes from Octavia's own. It felt so dumb, so annoying, so wrong, yet she welcomed the joyful vibe. Her head tilted to the side, eyes still lost in the bimbo's own. Somehow, under all that makeup and sex doll proportions, she could see the professional musician and friend staring back at her, sharing earnest thoughts. Those warm fingers, tipped with those slutty nails, kept her own modest digits in a tight, yet loving embrace, teasing her every now and then with a tickle or rub, each one seeming to travel right up her arm and into her brain.

Finally, Medley looked away and let out a genuine, heartfelt laugh. "Oh... oh goodness, Octavia..." She relaxed in her seat, only now realizing how tense she was the whole time. "What has become of you?" She smiled at her friend, her thumb idly circling on Octavia's hand, which still held onto her own. "Thank you. Really. I'm glad you're here for me."

For once, the bimbo did not break the spell either, her big lips merely curling into a gentle smile. "Aww, I'm just happy you're happy, dear~"

Medley took a sip from her coffee, savoring the creaminess and the pleasant warmth. Her hand kept idly caressing and clinging to Octavia's own. It was such a relief, being able to focus on the nice things in life. She prattled with her companion for a while, her barely able to get a word in between Octavia's bimbo-babbling, but Medley did not mind any more. If anything, after so many rehearsals with Andante yelling their heads off, Medley welcomed this "new tone".

What she planned to be a few minutes became a whole hour, and Medley only looked up once she noticed how low the sun was over the horizon. "Omigosh!" She nearly jumped up, finally letting go of Octavia's hand, which elicited a plump-lipped pout from the mare. "I'm so sorry, Octavia, but I really have to go home now."

"Oh?" The bimbo blinked, and her cheerful smile return. "That's okay~"

Medley paused at that, but she had no time to ponder it. Octavia was a nice girl, even if she had made some... interesting choices lately. Surely she understood when a friend was in a hurry. Medley quickly went inside to pay, and after one last wave to the busty cellist, she took off as fast as her legs could carry her. With the heavy case on her back, it was a modest speed, not to mention quite noisy. Even so, she could have sworn she heard a sharp clacking on the pavement behind her. It was distant, yet steady, and never quite went away. When she turned a corner, she took a quick peek and saw Octavia sauntering in her direction, wearing that same, blissful smile.

Medley shook her head and kept going. She probably lives somewhere nearby and decided to walk, she figured. Her apartment complex was in sight, and she cursed, noticing that she had left her bedroom window open again. No matter! Her very bones tingled in anticipation as she thought of jumping straight into a hot shower, washing away every moment of this dreadful day. She reached the lobby and made her way up the stairs, wincing as her stomach gave a loud grumble. She would raid her fridge, dig into a sweet salad, then find some fresh clothes.

If fortune favored her tonight, she would make it back downtown just in time. The play had been hyped for week, and she would not miss it for the world. "A Grand Bother Over So Little", an apt title, given today's events. She would show up looking her absolute best, stunning all others. Maybe she would get to sit next to a proper pony. She would politely introduce herself, discover what lovely chemistry they have, and...

"Uh..." Medley stood before her front door, fumbling with the side pocket of her case as she looked for her keys. Just as she got them out, she heard the familiar squeak of the doors in the apartment lobby swinging open. The sharp click-clack of those heels returned, echoing in the stairwell. Medley caught herself, chuckling as she put the key in the lock and turned it. "Get a hold of yourself, silly filly," she muttered. "Are you going to get spooked every time you hear a—"

The stairwell door opened, and Medley spotted a set of long, purple nails just around its edge, the mere sight making her hand and arm tingle. A pair of large, grey mounds emerged next, clad in a skimpy purple dress, making their presence known well before the head of their owner came into view. The bimbo's eyes widened, and she let out a small coo as she spotted the stunned musician outside her home.

"Oc...tavia?" Medley said, turning around to face the mare. There was a long, awkward pause with the two just staring at each other. Octavia smiled at Medley, one of her hands idly rubbing her chest. Medley gulped, struggling to tear her gaze away from those bouncing, jiggling orbs. "Hey, uh... hi? Heh-heh, look... thanks for accompanying me, but... I've got to, you know, go inside now?"

"Mmhmm~" Octavia nodded. Medley found herself lost in those big purple eyes again, that silky voice tickling her ears. For a moment, she thought she was falling, as the visage filled her vision more and more, until she finally realized the bimbo had come closer.

"Octavia?" She took a step back, nearly jumping in place when she felt her back press against the door, leaving no more room to retreat. "Hey, what are you up to? I said I—mmph?!" She felt those large breasts squeeze into her chest, easily overwhelming her modest bumps, while a pair of hands trailed up her sides, long nails teasing her skin as they found their way to her cheeks. Her protests were muffled as Octavia's plump lips engulfed her own, her warm tongue thrusting into Medley's mouth, all but devouring her. She shuddered all over, giving muffled squeaks and moans, and her eyes rolled back as she felt a sudden rush of warmth, a sweet flavor overwhelming her taste buds. Her senses seemed to be amplified, the slightest touch from the bimbo cellist setting off fireworks in Medley's head.

Before she could even think about what was happening, she found herself kissing back, moaning into Octavia's mouth while tasting the mare's warm breaths. The dazed mare was vaguely aware that they had somehow gotten past the door, stumbling into her apartment while still making out passionately. Their bodies rubbed together, Medley's hands no longer struggling, except to find something on Octavia to latch onto. The busty slut returned the favor, her own hands proving to be far more skilled, easily starting to pry apart Medley's clothes to start teasing the mare's sensitive parts.

By the time they broke the kiss, giving Medley a few much needed gasps of air, they had reached her bedroom. It was a mystery all on its own, since she had never invited Octavia over before, and she certainly was not the one leading their "waltz" in here. She tried to look around, realizing she was on her back, sinking into the mattress from the weight of the mare on top of her. "O-Octavia..." she mumbled. "What... are we do—mmph~"

Her words were held captive by another deep kiss from her bimbo guest, giving Medley a fresh dose of that mind-numbing warmth and sweetness. "Shhh~" Octavia nuzzled Medley's cheek, while her nails teased the mare's bare skin as she stripped away the remnants of her clothes. "Just relax~" Medley felt the sheer mass of those huge hills of flesh coming down upon her chest, which felt laughable in comparison. The thought took root in her head, making her unable to focus on anything but those heavy, soft, warm pillows enveloping her upper body. She found herself fantasizing about having such "weights" of her own, walking around and showing them off proudly, just like the bimbo on top of her did. The filthy mental image made her cheeks burn brightly, and yet just the thought of all the attention she would get gave her more of those pleasant tingles running up and down her whole being.

Octavia quickly leaned in to taste the moans coming up from Medley, her "claws" managing to sneak under her own mounds to tease the mare's nipples, further intensifying the fantasies playing out in her head. The bimbo then snuck one of her hands down, trailing along Medley's belly and circling her navel. The mare arched her back in response, trying to push herself further into the caress, making Octavia let out a giggle as she broke the kiss for a moment.

"You like that, hmm~?" she purred, looking down at her dazed friend. Medley could only groan, looking up with half-lidded eyes. Octavia chuckled and dove in for another kiss. She kept a finger circling on the mare's belly, moving it further down at a tantalizing pace. Her thumb eventually found its way between Medley's thighs, which seemed unable to decide if they should close up or not. One of those smooth, electrifying nails decided for her, rubbing against Medley's nethers, making her give another passionate moan into Octavia's mouth.

Soon enough, Octavia's whole hand had finished its slow journey down to Medley's most sensitive spot. Her eyes rolled back, pleasure seeming to erupt inside her stronger and stronger as the bimbo's finger prodded deeper. Her own experience playing wind instruments now turned against her, as the few pauses Octavia gave her to breathe were enough to let her keep going, acting as a fountain of heated moans and whines. She had given up on decency long ago, her only coherent words being her friend's name, coming out in a pleading, needy tone. "Octavia! Ahh! T-Tavi! Ohh... ha-ahh! Mmph!" And again, those big lips took her in, as she became the instrument in Octavia's latest "performance".

Fortunately, the bimbo did not keep her on edge for too long. Their lips parted, and she started trailing kisses down along Medley's neck. That heavenly weight and warmth lifted off her chest, making her groan as the cool air slipped in to break the spell. Still, she could almost feel their presence, and she was back to moaning as Octavia's lips and tongue found their way to her nipples. The cellist's expert fingers kept teasing below, one nail delicately toying with her clit, and finally she kissed and nibbled all the way down.

By this point, Medley was all but helpless. Nopony was holding her down, yet she could not move her limbs, even if she wanted to. She remained splayed out on her bed, overwhelmed by the intense heat and tingling coming from all over her body. Whenever she mustered some strength, it instantly evaporated as Octavia's hands or lips found another sensitive spot. She could just barely lift her head to look down, watching those loving eyes stare back at her. A warm breath washed over Medley's exposed crotch, making her whine desperately. The bimbo gave one last giggle, winked, and dove in.

Medley could feel those plump pillows wrap around her entrance, thoroughly suckling and nibbling her sensitive flesh. Octavia's tongue was next in line, slowly exploring her folds, seeking out every spot that would make her friend squeal. And squeal she did, weakly twisting back and forth, slapping a hand over her mouth to try and control her voice, until she was too far gone to bother.

Time and again, she could hear the delighted giggles of the bimbo eating her out, no doubt amused by the "show" Medley was putting on. Her whole body felt warm, both from embarrassment and the insane lust. She could feel that tongue going deeper, thrusting back and forth, each "push" getting her closer to the peak. Medley's hands squeezed her own chest, and she thought of those pillows again, that weight and softness under her hands.

Just as she entertained this fantasy, Octavia's tongue trailed up to Medley's clit, finally pushing her over the edge. She threw her head back, giving a passionate cry until her air ran out, nearly passing out from the intense experience. When she regained her wits, she felt her head resting on something soft and warm. It was a familiar and pleasant sensation, and she could not help herself, moving without even thinking about it. She nuzzled and kissed those pillows, eliciting a moan of pleasure from somewhere far away. A hand caressed her head, pushing it deeper into that softness. Darkness took her, but she knew she would be safe, held in that warm, plush embrace...

The rest of the evening was a blur, with moments of clarity few and far in between. She could hear herself whining, calling out to someone, and they would just gently hush her. A hand would come to rest on her bare chest or slip between her thighs, and she would tense up and moan, slipping back into that pink fog. She could feel wet pillows pecking her cheeks, and she giggled as playful talons tickled her skin. She wrapped her arms around someone, wanting to feel more of that mass against her chest while tasting the warm breaths of her companion.

She complained about her clothes, something in the back of her mind insisting that she should at least put underwear on, but she was hushed by a finger to her lips. Long, smooth nails caressed her cheeks and trailed down her neck, sending tingles up and down her spine. She just kept walking, fantasizing about big curves, what with her half-buried in them already. In the distance, she could see bright pink lights. Were they still headed toward the theater? But she never bought her friend a ticket... Medley giggled as she felt a hand groping her rear, thinking back to her fantasy. This was even better than going alone and hoping for the best. The companion she wished for was right here, ready to spend a lovely night together.

The doors opened, and they stepped into a world of pink shapes and sweet scents. Medley gave a confused hum, as she could not remember this experience being typical in the theater downtown, but a gentle tweak of her nipple made her thoughts escape through her mouth in another moan. She stumbled past large chairs, the calm atmosphere reassuring her that the play had not started yet. Finally, they came to a halt, and her lovely friend helped her into her seat. It was incredibly comfortable, making her want to just melt into the cushions. At the same time, she could no longer embrace her friend, and the need for that pleasant caress flared inside her. She groaned, and her companion was quick to respond, leaning in to give her one last, passionate kiss.

"O-Ohhh..." Medley wheezed quietly, looking up with a dreamy expression. Octavia's loving eyes stared back at her. "Octavia... I... mmm~"

"Relax, Medley~" Octavia purred. Medley could feel something wrap around her wrists. She figured it was her friend holding them, and she was too happy to look away. "Relax. You're going to love this~" At some point, her legs became pinned at the ankles as well, but she was so relaxed that she did not bother to move either way. Something slipped over her ears, and her world became a brighter shade of pink, colors dancing before her eyes. Octavia stepped out of her view, but her hand held onto Medley's own. The mare gave a happy little sigh and smiled, looking ahead at the colors taking shape before her, while the noises in her ears slowly faded into the background.

The performance was about to start.

Author's Note

My most sincere apologies for the long hiatus. To be honest, I would much rather end the story than string people along, since I have too much IRL stuff to work on to indulge in this as much as I'd like to. That being said, this is the story I feel most confident about continuing for now. Time will tell what comes next.