She stood on the stage, hand clutched on the arch as she kept the cello in place. Her hand didn't tremble that much. Her breath was firm and steady. She fluttered her eyes under the stage light. Octavia was not afraid. Octavia was just rehearsing, like a million times before. The auditorium was empty and her only public is made of red velvet seats.
Sometimes she does this just for herself. No hurry, no schedule and no public. Just a pony that wants to make music and grow accustomed with the place. There is no pressure but the one she’s imposing on herself. She just wants to hear for herself the quality of the halls, how the music can resonate and what she can do to make it better.
Her wrist moved on her own and the hall reverberated in a low, harmonious sound. It lasted for what seemed an eternity as she savoured the growl of steel. A smile lit up her face as the prelude ended and the music, real music, started. It’s melancholic yet full of life, like the growl of a wild beast, crying it joy in being alive at the full moon. It’s the sound only she could have made among thousands, it’s the harmony that she produced with raw muscles and steel chords. Beauty born from such basic materials. Beauty that she among thousands had the talent to bring forth in the world.
It was her gift. It was her destiny. It was her...Heritage. She opened her eyes, one moment distracted from the musical haze a sees him with the tail of her eyes. She gulps. Time itself stops as every muscle in her arm, every nerve ending steels itself, trying not to turn that harmony into a screeching mess. Octavia takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, turning her world in sounds.
And you passed this to me...She thought these words with a smile on her face and finished her piece.
“You were perfect.” His voice awakened something in her very being. Her knees trembled, but she kept her composure, trying not to look an excited school filly.
“Thank you, Dad.” His hand brushed against her forearms. She shouldn’t be afraid. He didn’t want to hurt her. He never did. His gentle fingers moved aside one strand of her mane from the back of her head. He feels her breath against it and her heart goes wild. For one moment, one simple moment, she’d like to just call him by his name: Allegro...Is there are a limit to one’s intimacy with another?
“You are always so aloof. Well, more than usual.” He lets out a weak chuckle. “What happened?”
“What are you talking about? I’m not aloof. I’m ‘sophisticated’, Dad!” She chuckled.
“Usually you disappear at least a week before. The concert is tomorrow.” He looked into his eyes. Violet, just like hers. With his black fur and greyish mane, he looked like more of a chromatic inversion of her. Her polar opposite in many ways. ”Isn’t it a little late?”
“I just needed some time to think…Just me and the place.”
“Why is that?” He asked with that special light in his eyes.
“I had to make sure I was ready. For tomorrow..”
“You always are.” He smirked.
“Oh, you flatterer.”
“But there’s something wrong…” His fingers brushed her hand, clutching hard on the arch. “Are you nervous?” He gets behind her and her heart skipped a beat as she felt his strong pectoral muscles brushing on her back, his hands fixing her position.
“This will not do…” He unbuttoned his jacket with nonchalance, only one button in a smooth fashion.
“Why is that?” She said with half a chuckle, the warmth between her legs making her realize the imminent truth.
“Because I couldn’t bear to stay away from you so soon…” He smiles warmly, like a light in an alley.
Their kiss was exhilarating and savage as she felt his strong hands on her thighs. Their tongues danced together in the most forbidden fashion as she felt one powerful hand cupping her bottom, squeezing it tightly. She started to unbutton his shirt, possessed by raw, animalistic feelings as her father gets the same idea, his hand sliding up her red dress and grabbing one of her breasts.
“No...Not here…” She gasped as she felt his tongue dancing on her neck. She laughed like a filly as she feels warmth between her legs.
“Why not? There’s nopony but us…Don’t you like being part of the show?”
“We are going to make such a mess…”
“I know.” He growled, taking a whiff of her scent. It smelled of cologne and victory and forbidden passion.
He guided her pelvis as he gently placed her on the ground. Her gown was lifted from a thrust of passion not unlike the gust of wind. He plants his lips onto hers with abandon and she melts like wax as she feels his hands caressing her breasts. Octavia winces as he feels his tongue going down on her bosom, grasping at the grey mass of his mane. “Oh...Oh, my…”
He took one nipple gently in his mouth, rotating it and playing with it with his tongue. It tasted like a freshly picked cherry and it was just as sweet. His lips suckled away at the pink gem as his tongue rotates on her areola. His hands, strong and inquisitive went down, caressing the smooth, subtle curve of her belly. She didn’t lose any time as she started unbuttoning his pants. Allegro’s pants were kicked aside as Octavia tooka glimpse for his sex coming out. He’s always been so big...The veins under the skin of his sex seemed like they were going to burst, as the thing throbbed uncontrolled. Even if half erect, octavia lunged at it and took it in her mouth.
“T-Tavi…”
She moaned in pleasure when she said that name. She forced in her mouth the whole semi turgid thing, riveting in its salty taste and manly scent. Her tongue rolled with ease onto his tip as she felt it grow in her mouth. She shoved it in her mouth further, rustling against the walls of her throat while coating it with saliva. Her brain tingled with excitement as she felt filled by his musky scent and taste. She moved her mouth up and down his entire length as his pants hit the floor. She grabbed onto her father’s firm butttocks as she forced the throbbing meat in her mouth, sliding her lips across his member. Allegro moaned and bit his lips, rolling his eyes on top of his head. He caressed his daughter silky mane as she swallowed his flesh, her tongue dancing on the engorged tip, playing with the slit at the top. Pressure built in his loins as he felt his balls ache and throb.
“Tavi...I’m going to…”
Said that, Octavia moved even faster, rolling her tongue on his shaft, sucking it with reckless abandon as her mane looked like more of a black blur that went back and forth. He rolled his eyes at the top of his head and felt his balls swell, releasing a stream of pearly white cum into his daughter's’ mouth. The stream wasso strong to make her dizzy as her father’s spooge hits the back of her throat and, with a supreme force of will, swallows more of his rod, making the pearly stream of thick cum flow directly into her stomach. His bitter taste overwhelms as she feels her father’s warmth spread down to her very being. He cums and he cums until only a small trickle is left that Octavia swipes away with a small, last lick.
With a sultry look she wiped out the cum from her chin as her other hand reached for the back of her dress, pulling down her panties.
“Here?”
“Here!” She removed her panties with reckless abandon and crumples them up in her hand, tossing them aside. She gets on all fours, possessed by nothing but raw lust and he wastes no time, taking her forcibly and rough. They both winced at the contact of their already sensitive genitals.
She grunted and steeled herself as she felt stretched out, his shaft getting inside with an inaudible pop, filling her in one fell swoop, her vaginal muscles popping sweetly in acceptance. His crotch slapped on her butt as he pounded his daughter again and again, filling the silence of the auditory with the music of the flesh.
She felt her father’s cock pounding inside her, making her spine shiver and her whole body quake of indescribable pleasure as he mounted her. Adrenaline pumped through her veins for the sheer, raw rudeness of the act, for how forbidden it was and how all of this reduced to nothing as she was left drooling on the stage as he took her from behind. She felt his hands gently caress her buttocks, moving forward to cup her breasts as he lifted her. Octavia squealed of pleasure as she finds herself diagonal, letting gravity do the work to ride her lover’s rod, penetrating at just the right angle. That power, that forbidden power she felt overwhelms her and just like when she’s on a stage, she loses herself completely in the symphony of flesh as she impaled herself on the thick, juicy rod.
He spilled his seed in her with an uncouth grunt, flooding her insides with the spark of creation, the same she came from, with staggering force. It’s a steaming gusher of cum that fills her and its cozy warmth spreads all around in her insides, shiny droplets sliding it out of her and falling on the ground, almost in a rhythm…
Curtains falls.
***
“What are you staring at?” Octavia felt jumpy, even in her own home. Her roommate lifted an eyebrow, without saying a word, holding a stack of disks in her arms.
“Oh...I’m sorry. I was just a little nervous.”
Vinyl Scratch shrugged as if to say “No, Duh!” She spoke a few words but she didn’t need most of them. Vinyl Scratch put down and baggage and sat on her chair, with a friendly gesture for Octavia to do the same.
“Oh, you’re always a good listener…” She slumped on her armchair with a loud thump, sitting in front of Vinyl’s, a neon blue simple chair. “There is...There is a stallion…”
Vinyl’s mouth opened in a small O of surprise. She clasped her hand and leaned forward with a small grin of interest. dragging her chair closer.
“I mean, we are close, very close. But I feel somewhat...Guilty.”
Vinyl grabbed a bottle of cider from the floor, looking at her pensive as she sipped from it. She grabbed another glass nearby and poured some cider for Octavia as well, which she politely declined.
“Yes, I know...It’s kind of an...Unorthodox relationship and I feel like I’m doing something terribly, terribly, wrong. I feel happy, though! Happier than I’ve ever been.”
Vinyl clapped her hand and showed her palms as if to say “Then what’s the problem?”
“I don’t know if I should continue this. I mean, we are both enjoying this and if I broke up, it would be basically the last good relationship I have with somepony.”
Vinyl pointed at herself, shrugging and reflecting a look of small disappointed.
“Sorry. Second last good relationship I have with somepony.” She leaned forward and gently brushed Vinyl’s shoulder. Her shades hid a faint shade of red on her cheeks. “Have you ever felt so...Conflicted about something? Ever felt you weren’t a good pony for what you felt?”
Vinyl respectively nodded and shook her head as a “Yes” and “No”.
“Well, I admire your confidence, at least. I mean...I know it’s not something you see everyday, but...You know me. I’m...Not good with ponies. Except you and...Him.”
Vinyl grasped her hand and smiled at her.
“Do you think I should continue this, then? But what if—” Vinyl shushed her by putting a finger on her mouth. She then went to grab her coat hanging next to the door on the extremely tacky coat rack that, thankfully, belonged to Vinyl's side of the house.
“What are you...What are you doing?”
She moved her head towards the door with a sly smile then pointed towards it and to Octavia.
“You want to meet him!”
“Duh!” Vinyl said for the first time.
“This is absolutely forbidden!” Octavia jumped towards the door and blocked it with her body. “I mean...You can’t see him!”
Vinyl stood there and sighed with a disappointed look.
“I mean...What would he think if he knew I live with another mare?! I mean, wait, he does know and—” Octavia shut her mouth when she realized to have spilled some crucial information. She could play her like a fiddle, that minx...
Vinyl grinned. “If he knows this, have I met him before?” Octavia could imagine this exact words rolling in that dubstepping little brain of hers.
“I mean, he does know, he does know you! N-not that this means something. Everypony around here knows you! You are Vinyl Scratch! You have a giant stereo with wheels! You are at the most ‘in’ parties around! Normal weddings, royal weddings, not so conventional weddings! How can ponies not know about you?”
Octavia chuckled desperately as Vinyl looked at her with a stone cold look of “Are you kidding me?”
“I mean, you would probably be bored and, uh...He thinks DJs are the lowest form of existence.”
Vinyl raised an eyebrow, shooting a glare capable of piercing mountains.
“Ok. He doesn’t think that. I don’t think that, either! Why would I think that?”
Oh, Celestia, you are stalling so hard...It’s pathetic…
Vinyl bopped her nose. Octavia stepped to her side and let her through the door.
“Well...This is it…”
I’m going to lose both of them.
“Vinyl!” She placed a hand on her friend’s shoulder. “Do you think...Do you think we can still be friends?”
The DJ turned towards her friend, puzzled, scrunching up her mouth in something between a smile and a frown.
“It’s pretty big and I hope you can understand. I...I care about our friendship. It’s the most beautiful thing in the world for me, and I would be heartbroken if you...I mean…If you didn’t understand or...I would not even get mad if you don’t. Sometimes it’s...Difficult to read you but you always understand me and I think that I did pretty well until now trying to understand you...”
Vinyl raised a hand and solemnly nodded. She smiled softly and that smile moved something in Octavia’s heart. She wanted to be completely honest. She owed something to that pony. To her best friend. Vinyl stepped aside and graciously let her go first.
“You’re amazing, V.”
“You are.” Vinyl said softly as Octavia went first, without being heard.
***
“Oh, Octavia! You didn’t tell me you were with your...Roommate?”
To say that Vinyl Scratch felt maybe a little surprised was saying that maybe Griffonfort was a little high in the mountains. She pointed at him and then at Octavia and closed thumb and index together and slowly moved the index of her other hand in the circle…
“Gaaaah!” Octavia grabbed both Vinyl’s hands and raised them over her head, like dangerous weapons. “Don’t be that rude!”
Vinyl mouthed a crude statement of surprise involving the bucking of trees.
“I know what you’re thinking. It may be weird and you’re just confused and all…”
Vinyl just nodded.
“What’s the meaning of this? Have you told her?!” The older gentlecolt raved and a drop of cold sweat crossed her brow. His distinguished demeanor nearly cracked under the fear and pressure that his daughter was experiencing in those agonizingly long seconds.
“She wanted to know! She insisted!”
“She never says a word!” Allegro yelled.
“Trust me. She can be very eloquent. Look at those eyes!”
Vinyl removed her glasses and looked at the two with utter confusion, her mouth half opened as a small, almost inaudible drone came from it.
“Vinyl, let me make this clear. Yes: That’s my dad. And yes, he’s the mystery stallion.”
Vinyl looked at her, not even blinking. Her face unchanged as she listened, a mask of alabaster.
“I did tell you it could be shocking, and I know that you’ll probably think we are a couple of perverts.”
“Tavi…” Allegro facepalmed. “I don’t think you are making this better.”
“But you know how things go. Love is where you find it, and I have him and I have you and...Just that. Literally, just that.So...I guess I’ll go get my things and if you don’t want to ever see me again, I’ll understand.” Octavia moved towards the door, tears in her eyes, until she felt a strong grip on her wrist. She turned to see Vinyl holding her with surprising strength.
She smiled and that smile slowly turned in a mischievous grin as Octavia’s heart thumped faster and faster.
“Can I join?”
***
Octavia had no idea of what would happen but it’s like they say: Never look into a horse’ mouth. Vinyl's hands moved firmly on her body, caressing the luscious curves of her sides before firmly cupping her breasts, playing with them to her delight as the unicorn landed soft kisses on her neck. Her father started licking at her belly button as he cupped the curves of her bottom.
She felt ecstatic.
It was so deeply wrong that she feared she was going to get mad but Vinyl’s tongue pushed in her mouth silenced all fears. She kissed her gently and yet with a firmness typical of her straightforward character, rustling her tongue onto hers like velvet as she felt a symphony of hands moving all over her fur. She felt unknown fingers teasing her sex, absorbed as she was in Vinyl kiss, their lips sealed in lustful trance. Octavia felt one finger sliding up her pussy, caressing the internal walls with care and going around and around, making a small trickle of her fluid squirt out. A rough push and she was on her back on the bed, Vinyl moving her tongue all over the length of her body, playing with every curve of her body until she saw that blue electric mop of a mane being firmly placed between her legs.
Meanwhile, her father whipped his erect, throbbing phallus and presented it to her. She grabbed it without a word and forced it into her mouth, drawing a small laugh coming from between her legs. How did she even see…?
Before she could answer that question, Vinyl’s tongue was working her magic again, her tongue slithering inside with ease. A flash of light seared behind her eyes as a jolt of pure pleasure crawled up the cellist’s spine. Vinyl’s wet appendage went inside, rotating around and around with the most uncouth slurping noise while her father’s dick was halfway in her mouth.
She swallowed half of it with the most obscene gobbling noise as she sucked on it like a lollipop, craving for its musky scent and thick contour. He started pumping his hips, fucking her throat with reckless abandon and Octavia fought with all of her being against her gag reflex. She could feel it down to her tonsils and the sheer, masculine scent and taste of it were driving her crazy as her tongue swirled all over the thick appendage, her lips firmly pressed around the thickly veined surface of her father’s dick. She screamed with pleasure, muffled by the phallus lodged in her jaw, when Vinyl slowly inserted her tongue in Octavia’s slit. Vinyl’s mouth aligned with the opening to Octavia’s flower, cupping it gently as her tongue flailed inside, rotating around to hit every nerve, every sensible spot of flesh inside of her. Waves of pure pleasure from both ends of her body started to wreck her to the very core.
Just like that, she came. Gallons. She squirted on VInyl’s face as her father cummed down her throat, right inside her stomach, filling it with creamy seed. She gorged on the warm ambrosia as her pleasure exploded on her unicorn’s friend face, rocking her to the very core. She basked for a few seconds in the sweet afterglow, her belly full of cum and her knees still wobbling weakly, hooves rustling the sheets. Vinyl licked her lips with glee as she straddled on top of her and flashed a crazed grin.
“What are y—”
Octavia opened her mouth, but her words were quickly swallowed by a kiss. Vinyl lifted her butt and waved it at Allegro, who placed his hands on her alabaster buttocks. Her tongue struggled with Octavia’s in an obscene dance as she felt her friend pressing her nipples against her own, delighting in their hardness and warmth, the simple touch of her skin and her sex, dangling dangerously close to hers...
Octavia broke the kiss, only to answer with a more raw, primal one of her own. Her hips rocked forward and for a glorious, brief second her sex brushed against Vinyl’s again and again, every sensitive patch of skin yelling of pleasure as it pressed against hers. She was ecstatic as she played with her tongue, indulging in the most hidden desires of her heart.
Vinyl was grinding against her, pushing her hips and her dripping secret on Octavia’s, close enough to allow their lips to brush and their clitorises to kiss and dance on top of each other. Her breath morphed in a vibrant staccato as she felt Vinyl’s sweet weight moving up and down, first teasing with the warmth of her sex that slowly turned into a blazing inferno. With that, she felt something weird with Vinyl’s sex or rather she didn’t feel it as close as before. She felt something long and turgid and that she knew very well…
She felt her father’s penis lodged between their bodies, rubbing back and forth against their sexes and driving her crazy with tantalizing pleasure. She could hear him grunt and pound his meat against the two of them, Vinyl barely making a sound but enjoying the ride immensely, moving her body still trying to pleasure Octavia with the touch of her breasts against her own.
Vinyl yelled and her tongue was lolling at the side of her mouth, penetrated by Octavia’s father. He mounted her in a steady rhythm while Octavia suckled on her breast. Her hands slided on Tavi’s thighs, enticing her to move in harmony with Vinyl’s, stimulating Allegro’s cock at the same time. He grunted and pushed his cock harder between the two, steeling himself not to come and stifling a little laugh of pleasure as he pulled out his dick from the warm embrace and started to push his shaft onto Vinyl entrance
The DJ yelped in pleasure as she felt her entrance being caressed and teased, dripping with liquid pleasure. Her tongue lolled out of mouth as Octavia raised an eyebrow, crossed with sweat.
“What’s into you, now? Dad, what are you—” Vinyl pushed her tongue back in her mouth before she could finish her sentence, pumping it in and out as Allegro moved his hips, slapping them against Vinyl’s pearly butt as he penetrated her, his large penis tucking in her vagina with ease. Vinyl shook her butt and moved it slightly to ease him inside, allowing him to hit her sweet spot every time he mounted her roughly, his hands squeezing at her flanks. Vinyl’s tongue meanwhile slipped out of Octavia, focusing on her neck, gently licking and kissing all the way down to the nape of her neck.
“So...Uh...How is she, Dad?” Octavia asked. “Is she tighter than me?”
“Nopony is...Urrghn...Tighter than you, dear…” It was a bold statement to make, truthfully. Vinyl’s scratch snatch was in fact tighter than he could comprehend, choking his dick in a wonderful hold. He made the DJ lift her butt and spread her leg a little more to give himself a better angle to slide in, her walls slathering and massaging his dick, radiating a fantastic warmth.
“Oh, you flatterer! I hope for you that my turn is swift to come…” Octavia purred and she decided to return the favor. She gestured to Vinyl to lift herself a little so she could have a full view of her supple breasts. Octavia licked her lips and took one of her nipples in her mouth, sucking it like a babe as Vinyl hugged her head gently. She held her down on her chest, enjoying the skillful if a bit sloppy strokes of her tongue as she was ploughed from behind by Octavia’s father, whose age hadn’t slowed down one bit. He was still a strapping, virile stallion that was driving her crazy. Rampant waves of pleasure flowed through her, her head spun as she felt herself pleasured by all sides, the sweet threat of orgasm dangling over her head, each trust making it sweeter to just accept it.
She opened her mouth but no sounds escaped from it as she just felt the sheer power of that orgasm, squirting with glee as he came inside her. Huge spurts of creamy cum filled her belly as his rod twitched and spasmed inside, going even deeper than before and lodging his tip in her most secret spot. Vinyl felt ecstatic, her whole body a mess as she took it deep and with no reservation. She collapsed on top of Octavia, exhausted but happy, her mouth slowly and weakly kissing her grey neck as a way of keeping herself busy, Vinyl’s body an aching yet pleasured mess.
“Now…” Allegro’s voice came in a hoarse staccato. He gritted his teeth and licked his lips. “It’s your turn, dearie…” He lifted his semi flaccid penis and smeared the cum stained tip of his daughter’s snatch.
“You...You sure you can still go?”
“Of...Nghh…” He grunted and pushed himself further, his dick sliding left and right on Octavia’s labia before getting hard enough to slip in, helping himself with a hand. “Course…”
He sunk inside her in one fell swoop, his half erect shaft sending her over the edge. Her lower treasure was already stimulated by his girth but now it was inside her once again, pumping in and out with increasing speed and most of all, there was Vinyl there, watching her, looking right in her eyes as her face was a contorted grimace of pleasure. Her Vinyl that never judged her and never will. Her Vinyl that kept suckling at her breasts or shoving her tongue in her mouth with gusto, that watched her as her father fucked her with a grin. The only constant in the haze of pleasure as she felt herself lovingly stretched out, her insides on fire due to how rough he was taking her. She lifted her legs, clutching at his sides to better aid in pumping inside her, his dick pulling itself out of her rosy depths only to slam back in with the strength of a tidal wave. Vinyl was rocked by the tide of their passion, enjoying the ride immensely before deciding from the pillowy rest of Octavia’s breasts.
She winked at Octavia and her horn started tingling with magical light. Octavia felt something between her buttcheeks, warm and expanding. Her father grimaced as well, stopping him on the fuck tracks as his hands wobbled while grasping Octavia’s sides.
“Ooohhh...Ms. Vinyl…” He felt a sharp sensation in his butthole. Something shaped like a small cone, rotating and expanding, pushing his way inside him. Octavia put everything together and yelled of pleasure as the piercing pain subsided to pleasure, stretching her anal muscles, enjoying the openness and vulnerability of the act. She was being fucked by the two most important persons of the world and she was out of the world. The cellist was reduced to a raving, pleasure sodden wreck as she moved her hips skillfully, sliding one appendage out of her to let in another one.
Allegro was feeling weird, to use an understatement, but once Vinyl’ magical surrogate reached his prostate and started massaging and stimulating the delicate web of nerves, touching spots he never thought could exist brought him over the edge. He kept fucking his daughter faster, trying to enjoy the tightness of her cunt as fast as he could before the intense, full-bodied release aided by the DJ’s magical appendage made that magical moment end.
He came in one full go, like releasing a bucket full of cum in his daughter’s slit, his whole body shaking in the afterglow, quaked with pleasure. Octavia’s belly expanded and wobbled, trying to accommodate the large quantity of cum, spilling out of her snatch like a waterfall on the blankets, flooding the bed of creamy goodness as the grey orb that had replaced her belly gurgled and wobbled, full of the same matter that had generated her.
“I’m glad you accepted me…” Octavia whispered as they fell asleep.
***
“So…” Octavia stood on her and Vinyl’s porch, her hands clutching the interior of her pockets. She saw her face reflected in her friend’s goggles. “I don’t know how to say this…”
Vinyl gestured on one hand to come in. Octavia raised a hoof, trying to enter but declined. “I think...I’ve been to the doctor…”
Vinyl removed her glasses, one hand slipping on Octavia’s cheek, worry in her eyes.
“I’m pregnant…” She closed her eyes, waiting for a reaction. Any reaction. She expected anger, disgust and whatever her friend thought she could deserve. She deserved the worst price to pay for being honest with herself and her feelings...Until Vinyl landed a small kiss on her nose. Octavia opened her eyes and saw her friend smiling softly, holding a pregnancy test between her fingers.
“You are not alone.” Vinyl said and he grasped her hand, holding it in a tight grasp.
***
She waited for her under her moonlight, her shoulders wrapped in an old yet comfy coat. Her hands clutched the interior of her pockets as she tried to squeeze every inch of warmth from them. She felt the stickiness of her own breath around her nose, wrapped in a tight scarf and her heart soared when she saw her. She gulped and her lips curled in a smile as she waved her hand at the skipping unicorn.
She was so lively, so filled with energy even in the midst of the cruel winter and with a bowling ball beneath her clothes, she dared to think with a smarmy giggle suffocated by her scarf. It was sticking out nicely and had a soft, perfectly round shape. Not that she was kidding, either. She felt so big and unpleasant and wonderful and utterly loved in her arms, even if moving it around was a pain. Vinyl threw herself forward to embrace Octavia, holding her for a while, her bumps grinding gently onto each other.
Vinyl, too, giggled at that coincidence and caressed her own belly along Octavia’s, her hand moving up and down, following her own curve before moving to Octavia’s, as if to signify a continuation, a connection between them. Maybe she was reading a little bit much in it, but it was a fact that they were now connected.
“Let’s go to Dad’s. How about it?”
Vinyl grinned and still holding her hand, followed Octavia in the night.
Author's Note
Hope you enjoyed this, dearies. The reasons I wasn't very active as of lately are various. College, work, the support group I run, the indie game I'm trying to develop...I'm a busy person.
