Bandaids and Skirts

by Michael Hudson

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, DJ P0N-3, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Octavia
Length: 4351

What do you do to catch another's attention. Well, dressing like them can work, but then you run into an issue when one of you only seems to wear bandaids.

Octavia has been watching the mare of her dreams rock out for the past few nights in her DJ booth. It wasn't how she looked that caught her eye though, but... her. She can't describe it, but she is done waiting, and tonight she is going to to get the party mare's attention, even if it means only wearing six things of adhesive.

Contains: Naughty clothing, F/F

Edited by PreytorFenix

Published 2016-01-31 22:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-01-31 22:20:01 UTC

Stepping Into the Other's Clothes

The lollipop in Lyra’s mouth dropped as Octavia gave her skirt to the coat check. The stallion behind the counter was even worse, despite having seen her get undressed more and more over the course of the nights. Octavia coughed slightly, her body shaking as she felt more eyes fall upon her. “Can… can you take my coat?”

The stallion nodded for a moment before reaching out his hand. It didn’t fall on her coat though, but instead clasped tight upon Octavia’s bosom. Both of them widened their eyes as the soft plump flesh was dug into, and Octavia felt her fist clench. It wasn’t entirely his fault though. Unfortunately for him, Lyra disagreed, and in her shocked state, slammed her fist into his jaw. “Paws off my fri-” Lyra quieted as she looked back to Octavia, who was only blushing harder now.

She reached up, smoothing down the gray hair that coated her heaving bosom, before reaching over and flattening the band-aid that had been ripped off slightly. She then wrapped her arms around her breasts, whimpering as she thought about just leaving. It would be so easy to, and far less humiliating. Unfortunately, Octavia just couldn’t not yet. “Can we head in already?”

Lyra turned back to Octavia, still unable to do more than grimace. It had been getting worse as the week progressed. First a pair of tight jeans and a t-shirt to try to make herself more presentable. The jeans soon became a skirt, and then her t-shirt became a bikini top. She had hoped that that was the end of it, but once Octavia’s trenchcloak was gone, it was clearly not. “Yo-You’re not serious, right? I know you said you felt something when you first saw the DJ, but this is insane!”

Octavia gripped her arm, before reaching down. Her hand travelled along her smooth stomach, past her belly button, before slipping between her lithe thighs. She shut her eyes for another moment as she pushed the two pieces of latex back down, making sure her dry folds were ‘properly covered’ before looking back to Lyra. “This… this is what she wears, and if this doesn’t work… then, then I’ll give up.”

Lyra watched as her friend hung her head low, before stepping over and awkwardly giving her practically naked friend a hug. A twinge of arousal ran through her as she felt Octavia’s stiff nipples press against her, and she tried to make sure her hands didn’t budge from the middle of the gray mare’s back. “Well, just remember that I’m here too, so if anything happens, just yell. I’ll set them straight like I did that pervert.”

Octavia smiled at that, and hugged her friend back. “Thanks Lyra. It means a lot to me that you would do this.”

Lyra giggled for a moment as she let go, a small blush coming over her face. “Well, just remember that if things don’t go so well, I would be more than happy to help you forget, especially if I have to watch you parade around naked like that.”

The cellist blushed and nodded as she walked into the club. Music that was fine for her maybe once a month was now repetitive to her as she entered for the fourth time that week. She wasn’t there for the music though. No, she was there for the music maker, and tried looking past the flashing lights to the booth that towered over the raving partiers that made up the crowd. The white mare had been there for three nights now, each time with the same black band-aids that she now wore.

Up there, there was nopony.

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“Man I wish I could just rip this off already.” Vinyl pulled at the sweater she was wearing. It was still black, and with a kickass design of a skull on the front, but it was still… weird to be wearing it to the club. Even with no bra on underneath, she didn’t feel free enough. This was supposed to be her getaway, where she let it all hang loose and she didn’t care about a thing. But that stupid gray mare at the bar. “Aaagh!”

Pinkie giggled behind her friend, still trying to get over seeing her naughty friend in a full length, purple skirt. The two were currently walking through a V.I.P. back entrance, and even the bouncer had had to pause as she saw Vinyl, almost not recognizing her in anything more than a bikini, and it was all hilarious to Pinkie who had suggested the change in style. “That odd girl still buzzing in your brain?”

Vinyl almost gave Pinkie a death glare as she continued to trudge along and tried to ignore the gaze of her own fellow ‘party animals’ as they called themselves. “She’s not odd. She’s just…”

“The one girl you’ve seen and wanted to bang, but froze up upon sight? Because that’s what I would call odd.”

Vinyl turned towards her friend, one fist raised as she looked into that stupid grin of Pinkie’s. Of course, the party planner knew her too well, and didn’t even flinch. She lowered her fist, wishing she had her gloves on as she continued to walk. “No, that just makes me fucking stupid. I mean, I’m not fucking blind. When you see a mare staring at you, only to look away when she thinks you’ve just looked at her, though you’ve been staring at her all night through your peripherals, you’re supposed to find them after your shift, push them down in their booth, and rock their world. What you’re not supposed to do is stare at them from the back room and get cold feet.”

Pinkie grinned at her friend before sliding over and giving Vinyl scratch a hug. “Ah, look who’s growing up.”

Vinyl scowled at the comment, and hated herself for the blush that painted itself over her cheeks. She backed off from the pink pony to give her a punch in the arm for the stupid comment when her ear twitched. Pinkie blinked for a moment as Vinyl turned to the sound, and tilted her own head, listening closely to the chatter around them.

“You mean that fancy bitch that brushed me off yesterday? Damn, if she’s dressed like that, I have half a mind to jump her bones if she tries going home alone.”

“Oh yeah, and she’s downing drinks at the bar. Stallions are practically lining up to give that gray ass the gang bang it deserves.”

One of the stallions turned around as they felt a tap on the shoulder, and soon was pulled down to stare into fiery, red eyes. Vinyl growled into his ear, before whispering, “Say, might I know the details of the score you were planning to make tonight?”

The other stallion in the pair tried to slowly back away, knowing Vinyl’s reputation of being less than charitable to any stallion who even brought up the idea of forcing a girl home, especially back in this area. Vinyl grinned as she heard him groan, her fellow enforcer having probably cock socked the other buffoon. “You can hear your friend’s pain. You want the same, but a hundred times worse?”

The stallion shook his head furiously, before burbling out, “Ju-just some gray mare sitting at the bar. She’s been downing drinks while wearing what you normally wear. I-I swear, we were just gonna ask, like you do to fans. Promise.”

Vinyl pushed him away, grimacing as she smacked her hands together. She doubted she looked nearly as intimidating like this, but it had been effective, even without the surrealness of a naked woman being able to possibly kill you. “Yeah, yeah, I know you guys are cowards anyways.”

Pinkie glared at the other member of the stallion pair, before tilting to the side and looking at Vinyl. “Say, they did say she was gray, and didn’t you say your mystery mare usually comes at the beginning of your shift?”

The white unicorn stretched out her arms while keeping an eye on the two, even if she knew they were harmless. “Why would you bring that up, Pi-” Vinyl’s eyes widened for a moment, before she sprinted out to the dancefloor.

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Octavia stared at the beer in her hands, trembling as she tried to keep her tears back. Lyra was right that if she started crying, she would want to start drinking more, and then they would probably both be in trouble. She could already feel stallion’s eyes on her, and the two other, fancier drinks beside her were paid for by them. She wanted something that didn’t taste good though. She wanted to be miserable right now.

Lyra drummed her fingers on the counter of the bar, before shouting over the music, “Hey, maybe we can go catch a movie? Maybe even some piece of shit movie we can just mock. Can’t be anymore of a headache as this place is giving us at least.”

Octavia slumped her head onto the hard wood, her large breasts pressing against the hardwood as she looked to her friend. The chill was far more humiliating now than it had been all night and just made it all that harder to keep her head. What had been meant to be freeing and liberating, and held the prospect of getting her something new and exciting was simply filling her with shame now. “I… I don’t know.”

Lyra rubbed Octavia’s shoulder as the crowd by them got louder, or at least loud enough to beat the music. “Hey, we don’t have to go out. I have some ice cream back at my place, and I would be more than happy to take you there. Fill your belly with all the best stuff like-”

Slam!

Both mares jumped at the white hand slamming down upon the counter, before Lyra found herself staring at red eyes, and bare white breasts. Octavia sat stunned as she blinked, feeling like she should recognize the firm, white back that was presented to her, along with a black sweater the mare was shaking. Lyra got no such kindness as the attractive, but horrifying, mare growled at her. “Fill her with what?”

Lyra’s mouth dried up as she lifted a hand. “I-I was just about to s-say-”

“Say what? And pick your words wisely.”

“Hey!” Octavia gripped the white mare’s shoulder, having had more than enough that night before her friend began getting harassed by some topless whore. She forced the stranger around, and stopped as the two met eyes.

Vinyl let her sweater fall to the floor as she looked into the purple eyes of the mare she had been looking for. While she had known that Octavia was there, she had purposefully not looked at her, because all of her confidence failed as she looked at the almost butt naked mare in front of her. It was only because she was afraid of whatever the green bitch behind her might do that she even tried to say anything. “Ummm, hi?”

Octavia blinked a few times, before seeing Lyra beyond the topless DJ, and shook her head. “Y-you can’t treat my friend like that, especially when you’re the reason she’s offering me ice cream in the first place!”

Vinyl narrowed her eyes. “Me? I didn’t do a damn thing to you. Hell, I even put on a fucking skirt and sweater to try to impress you, and gave up the top half to try to protect you from all the creeps who are just waiting for you to hit the dance floor. I mean, do you see yourself?”

Octavia slammed a fist on the counter beside her. Her mind told her to calm down, to relax and apologize before she pushed the mare of her dreams away. Her emotions weren’t having it though, not after all she had to say into the mirror to make doing this at all okay tonight. “Turned out great for you. I mean, topless? At least your outfit, which I put on hoping you would be up there tonight, only to find out you weren’t, covers something!”

Vinyl gripped her fists, almost ready to attack the mare she thought was sophisticated, but now found out was just a bitch! She lifted one of her hands, ready to scare her off with a fake punch, before a hand smacked her square in the back of her head. She heard Octavia shout when a similar thump got her, and the two looked at the assailant. There Lyra stood, glaring at them. “Look, I’m going home, before I somehow make it so that my friend almost being butt naked just to impress another mare, who was ready to rip me apart for offering up ice cream, ends up being in vain. Octavia, have a nice night, and for the love of Celestia, if you tell me this ended in anything other than both of you topless, you have failed.”

Both of them blinked as Lyra walked away, watching the green mare before turning to each other. Vinyl was the first to swallow hard and scratch the back of her head, her plump, average breasts jiggling with her body’s shakes. “So… you really wore that… just for me?”

Octavia turned a bright red as as she threw an arm over her ample bosom, futilely trying to cover some of it now that she had been found out. “I… I suppose I did.” She bit into her lip and looked back into those striking, red eyes. “Were you really about to fight off my friend just to protect me?”

It was now Vinyl’s turn to blush as she reached down and grabbed the sweater from the floor. “Well, yeah. I can’t have the mare I’ve been watching for three days just run away with somepony else, right?”

“You know how creepy that sounds, right?”

“Not when the mare you were watching did it too.” She grinned at Octavia for a moment, before putting the sweater between them. “You should probably put this on, and head off. We can meet up another time, when we’re both better dressed, and more ourselves I guess.”

Octavia grabbed the sweater, and clenched the soft cotton as she thought. This just didn’t feel right, even if it would be more comfortable, more normal. Looking to the DJ though, she knew that was the last thing she should expect from anything between them. “I never got your name.”

Vinyl grinned. “I’m Vinyl Scratch, and you better not forget it.”

Octavia smiled as she let the sweater drop from her hands, just before she took ahold of her heaving bosom from below, and pushed them upwards and out, straight at Vinyl. “Then Vinyl, I don’t want to disappoint Lyra tomorrow. I came here hoping to give you everything, and… and after all that’s happened, I know I need you. Even if this all ends in flames, I can’t have lost this chance.”

For a few moments, the only sounds that came were the whoops of stallions hoping to see a hot make out session between the two bare breasted girls and the tumping music. Vinyl slowly moved forward as she finally found the ability to breath again, and looked Octavia deep in the eyes. There she found calm, happiness, and a flavor of life that not only scared her, but made her almost go insane at the thought of being without. Just like Octavia, Vinyl had no choice. She had to have that stupidly classy gray mare tonight. “There are rooms in the back. We can get started in five minutes.”

Octavia’s eyes shot wide open at the mention of five minutes. However, before she could fully process how wrong she was about being ready right that very second, she found herself being pulled along by the other mare. No matter what stood in Vinyl’s way, whether just crazy dancers, or disappointed stallions, she just charged through them, somewhat to Octavia’s dismay actually. She needed time. She wasn’t ready to be with the mare of her deepest fantasies. Heck she had just found out her name at most a minute ago!

The first moment she got to say anything though was after she had been pulled into a room and thrown onto a soft bed. Vinyl switched on the light, and Octavia looked as the brash, bold, and outright crazy mare stood there, unable to meet her eyes and holding a hand over her own chest, just like she had a moment ago. The cellist took in a sharp breath as she looked away herself. How were you supposed to start something like this, especially with someone you cared about so much?

Vinyl coughed to get Octavia’s attention as she used her free hand to adjust her skirt. “Umm, they have things like scotch and vodka here? Maybe that would help?“

“Maybe.” Octavia looked back down to her hands, twiddling her thumbs as she thought. This shouldn’t be this hard, and from how Vinyl was acting, she bet the white mare was thinking the same thing. They knew how they felt about the other, and had gone to stupidly far lengths just to try to get the other to like them. Now they couldn’t even look at the one they loved.

Octavia’s eyes widened at the last word, the truth of the night hitting her in the face as the blush on her face vanished.

“So, what do you want? We have beer, rum, some martini mix from some wannabe snob probably.”

“I want you.”

Vinyl blinked for a moment, the voice having come much closer than she had expected. She closed the mini fridge door as she stood up. “Look, I already know tha-” Her eyes widened as she felt soft, gentle lips press against hers. Vinyl was frozen. She had known the sloppiest kisses, by the most expert of tongues, but this mare in front of her’s bare lips were almost enough to make her lose her mind. She reached around Octavia and pulled her in close, forcing the other mare’s mouth open so she could show her all she knew.

When the two separated, their bosoms pressed firmly against the other’s, Octavia whispered, “I want you...because I love you.”

Vinyl felt a tear fall down her face as she gently laid Octavia back onto the bed. “I..I’ve never even…” She looked into the mare’s eyes, back into that part of life she so desperately wanted, but also feared, and barely stopped herself from becoming a little baby. “I love you too.”

Octavia snuggled against Vinyl, holding the other mare close as she felt the DJ begin to shake. That wasn’t going to work for her though, not when she was so happy, and so she began to lean in, her breath beating back against her face after it came off of Vinyl’s perky tits. Just as she was about to kiss one of the erect, dark blue nipples, she was pushed against the bed again, and Vinyl made eye contact with her. “No. I am not going to let the first mare who takes my heart also try to please me first. So, you stay right there, or I’m… Just stay there okay?”

Octavia smiled at her lover. “You’re really bad at romance, you know that right?”

Vinyl clenched the sheets a bit harder as she bit into her lip. “Do… do you mind?”

Octavia reached up and put her hands on Vinyl’s shoulders. “When I saw you up there, bandaids and everything, I thought about how insane, crass, and stupid you must be, and every thought got my heart hammering harder and harder. I… I’m just happy I got one ‘love’ out of you, because that’s all I need.”

Vinyl shook her head as a tear fell down. “Alright, enough of the sappy stuff, before I really do lose it, okay?”

“If it helps, I would say this is pretty romantic of you; making sure I’m happy instead of letting me please you.” She giggled when Vinyl put her hand on her mouth.

“Okay, you need to shut up, because I’m going to begin now, and I don’t know when I’m going to stop, okay?” She waited for her to nod, before grinning. “Well than, let’s begin.”

Octavia shivered, as the hands left her mouth, and instead placed themselves upon her sides. Vinyl’s breath crushed against her skin as the mare slowly made her way down, the white hands caressing every inch of her sides. Shivers filled Octavia as she bit into her lip, already more than ready for what was to come. It did not stop her from gasping as she felt Vinyl’s lips press against the top of her breast.

Vinyl herself shook as she gripped tightly into Octavia’s soft skin. She wanted so badly to hear more gasps and moans, but also wanted to hold back. It would be easy to free Octavia’s pert nipples from their bondage with her hands, but she had a far more delicious idea in mind. She could feel her beloved tremble beneath her as she kissed and licked her way down, savoring each bit of taste she got from the large, soft mounds beneath her lips.

Octavia waited. She could tell what was coming, and she couldn’t stop getting more riled up with each second. A nip here, a kiss there, all just to torment her as she waited for the inevitable. Vinyl even would suck on other parts of her breast, or waste time burying her face into the underside of her boob and licking her there as if she already knew that was one of her weak points. Each second caused her legs to spasm more as her pussy tried to find more friction between it and the bandages down there. Anything at this point would be better than the teasing. At the same time though, she couldn’t get enough of it and never wanted all of this contact and play to end.

Vinyl knew when to get going for real though. When Octavia’s juices caused her bandaids to squish with each movement of her legs, the naughty, white mare began her slow, sensual job. Her tongue slowly made its way up, dragging along each inch of the curvature of Octavia’s mountains. When she tasted plastic, she nuzzled in, causing the mare’s sweat to become her world. It was almost intoxicating at this point as she breathed it in, but it did not stop her.

Vinyl’s teeth brushed against Octavia’s breast, before the gray mare could feel begin pulling at the band aid. She didn’t just just yank it off though. No, instead, Vinyl slowly sucked on the bandaid, caressing every part of it, which included every inch of Octavia’s skin beneath it, as she slowly peeled it away. This wasn’t even the end of the teasing though, even as Octavia wailed into the night, her body going crazy at this point, but knowing that there were three more she would have this be done to, and she wanted every minute of it.

It may have felt like forever to Octavia, but Vinyl knew she had hurried through it. She didn’t mean to pick up the pace, not when it filled the room with the voice of an angel, but she had to finally taste that which the bandaids had hidden. An extra loud squeak came from Octavia as she peeled away the adhesive over her nipple, and for a moment, Vinyl just stared at it. It should have been just a nipple, but the firm, erect nub beckoned to her like water to a drowning man. She simply had to have it.

Octavia’s eyes widened as all the air in her lungs just seized up. Vinyl’s rough, slimy tongue pressed against her supple nipple, and she felt all of Vinyl’s skill. Her tongue coiled around the nub as she pulled, licked, and sucked on the nipple. It sent shivers down her spine, and it was the last straw. All the teasing, all the nips and licks, all culminated in this as it felt like Vinyl sucked all of her pleasure to one point. It then pushed itself through her barriers, and released the air in Octavia’s lungs, forming into a primal scream as she felt juices pour out of her sopping wet snatch. Even the bandaids couldn’t stop her from painting her legs in her wet arousal, and she shivered on the bed as her body began to calm down.

Vinyl crawled up and gave Octavia a light peck on the lips, breathing a bit heavily herself while she did. “So… I’m guessing I did a job well done?”

Octavia barely could see straight as she turned to the noise and swallowed hard. “Y-yeah, you were amazing. I… I just wish I could return the favor.”

Vinyl grinned as she shook her head. “Don’t you worry about that. In fact, tomorrow I’ll be removing the rest of your bandages, even if it takes all day. Just imagine what I could do down there if I took my time.”

Octavia took in a deep breath as a wave of arousal flowed through her. “R-really? But, what about fair play, or turn around?”

Vinyl gripped into one of Octavia’s hands and looked her lover dead in the eyes. “Those are thoughts for when I’m looking to get my rocks off with. With you, I only ever want to see you happy, because… because I love you.”

Octavia felt a tear form in her eyes as she gripped into Vinyl’s hand. “I love you too Vi. And see, you aren’t so bad at being romantic after all.”

Vinyl blushed slightly, before shuffling over to Octavia and nuzzling against her neck. “I guess you just do that to me.”

Octavia let the tears fall down her face as she smiled. Vinyl smiled back, and the two mares slowly moved in, giving each other one more, deep, sensual kiss, before falling asleep in each other’s embrace.