Octavia barely contained a squeal of delight as the lights of the auditorium began to dim. On stage, the members of the Royal Canterlot Orchestra stood poised in the harsh light. They were silent for now, waiting for the cue that would bring them to life. In the seat beside her was the last pony she would have ever expected to accompany her to the orchestra: her marefriend, Vinyl Scratch, the self-proclaimed goddess of wubs.
For once, her unruly mane was swept into order and she wore a white and blue dress that was elegant in its simplicity. The change was remarkable. She actually looked like she belonged here with all of Canterlot’s wealthy and elite arrayed in their finery. Swept away for the moment was the crass, loud, unrepentantly vulgar mare that had stolen her heart. In her place sat a vision of beauty.
Octavia smiled as she shifted in her seat with excitement like a nervous filly. She had a beautiful mare at her side and a chance to hear some of Equestria’s finest musicians. Could this night be any more perfect?
The first notes from the stage washed over her as the orchestra finally began to play. She closed her eyes and was quickly swept up in the performance. Music had always seemed like magic to Octavia, with how one note flowed seamlessly into the next across scales and keys. It was a secret language of emotion and passion that spoke to the heart and soul and she gladly lost herself to it.
Despite her trance-like state she was able to hear Vinyl’s whispered, “Hey, Octy?”
She opened her eyes with a bit of reluctance to see what her marefriend wanted. “What?” she whispered back.
“You enjoying the concert?”
“It’s a symphony, sweetness, and yes, I am.”
Vinyl’s muzzle split into a wide smile. “Good. I like it when you enjoy yourself.” Her smile morphed into something more akin to a predatory grin. “In fact, I’m going to help you enjoy yourself even more.”
“Wha—“ Octavia’s question was cut off by a sudden gasp as Vinyl’s horn flared softly to light, barely visible through her mane. At the same time something warm and tingly invaded her nethers. “Vinyl, we are in public!” she hissed.
“Mmhm,” Vinyl agreed. The sensation didn’t stop.
“We might be caught!”
“Then I guess you’d better be quiet, huh?” Vinyl asked with an infuriatingly droll smile.
Octavia clenched the muscles of her throat, fighting back the moan that desperately wanted to escape. Vinyl’s magic was gentle and insistent, effortlessly intruding her canal. It was like being touched everywhere at once by a hoof that left a trail of tingling pleasure behind. The sensations were already beginning to build up into a familiar pressure in her loins, a pressure that was going to find explosive relief sooner or later.
She squirmed in her seat, mildly annoyed to note that Vinyl had gone back to watching the orchestra with a wide smile on her face. Was it too much to expect that the bloody mare could pay some attention to the victim of her perversion! At least none of the other ponies had noticed yet.
Octavia’s eyes widened. In her shock she had forgotten about the other attendees. She was in the middle of a crowded auditorium packed with hundreds of other ponies. If she drew any attention to herself at all, she’d be publicly shamed! Humiliated! If she moved too much, she’d be caught. If she moaned or cried out, she’d be caught. She could imagine the scandalous headlines now.
Vinyl, of course, choose that moment to intensify her magical assault. Octavia bit her lip hard, fighting against the urge to mewl with approval. The intruding magic, no longer content just to fill her and send tingles through her insides, started to pulse rhythmically. Each pulse was like being stretched slightly by a stallion’s member but without the corresponding feeling of something being inside her. It felt lovely but somehow left her aching for more.
She risked a sideways glance at the stallion seated on her other side, terrified that she would see a shocked expression as he stared in disbelief. To her immeasurable relief he didn’t seem to have noticed anything. She only hoped that stayed the case: she felt her fluids dripping out of her slit already, matting her fur and pooling on the cushion she sat on. If nothing else, the smell of her arousal might give her away.
Shame and fear warred with desire and pleasure in her mind. The dread of being caught squeezed around her like a vice but, if anything, it only served to get her more worked up. The more she thought about being found out the better Vinyl’s ministrations felt to her. She couldn’t help but imagine how it would happen: overcome by lust at last, she would let out a primal moan of need and desire as release finally found her. The orchestra would come to a screeching halt, every eye in the house would be turned on her, and she would be painfully aware of being the center of attention as her climax rode its course.
She couldn’t escape her little fantasy of public humiliation. Try as she might she couldn’t stop imagining it. It felt like her insides were on fire from Vinyl’s efforts and her helpless predicament was throwing fuel on it.
The dim house lights blessedly hid the crimson blush that stretched across her face, visible even through her short grey fur. Beads of sweat rolled down her face while she bit her lip and clenched her thighs together in futile resistance. It was a losing battle, though. Nothing Octavia could do would stop Vinyl’s antics without drawing attention to herself.
The certain knowledge that she was going to cum, right here in public and surrounded by hundreds of judgmental ponies, was like a lead weight in her stomach that grew heavier with every passing second.
A sudden surge in the tempo of the music seized Octavia’s attention, drawing her eyes back to the stage while she realized to her dismay that she had completely tuned it out.
In the split second she looked away, Vinyl struck. Her hoof shot across the short space separating their seat and found easy access to Octavia’s unguarded marehood. She placed the soft frog of her hoof directly on the sensitive nub of flesh that held the key to her marefriend’s release. A few sudden motions were all it too, so quick nopony else would even notice.
Octavia barely had time to register Vinyl’s actions before the stimulation to her clit pushed her all the way over the edge. The heat in her dampened marehood flared without warning, spreading outwards through her body like an out-of-control wildfire. Waves of sheer bliss washed over her, releasing all the tension in her muscles and causing her inner walls to clench hungrily, forcing even more dampness to leak out of her and stain the seat cushion.
A most definitely un-ladylike squeal wormed its way into Octavia’s throat, clawing its way steadily free despite her desperate attempts to stop it. Out of options, she buried her face in Vinyl’s shoulder and bit down, sinking her teeth into her tormentor’s flesh to silence herself. Vinyl seemed not to register the sharp pain; her only response was to rub Octavia’s back with a free hoof while she made eye contact with the quizzical stallion next to them. “She gets really emotional about music, hehe,” she whispered with an apologetic smile.
To Octavia, it seemed that the bright house lights were centered on her while she shuddered and suffered through her orgasm. With every passing second she was more convinced that they would be caught. She began to taste blood while she bit down even harder. A small part of her felt bad about hurting Vinyl like this, but only a small part.
Finally, after a few minutes that felt like agonizing hours, her climax rode its course. Her jaw felt like it was welded shut, she had clenched it so hard, but she was able to peel her teeth from Vinyl’s shoulder and sit back up straight. She furtively fussed with her bowtie while she chanced glancing around her. Nopony seemed to even be interested her. She silently praised Celestia and Luna for small miracles.
Her breathing steadied and her flush faded, leaving a slight layer of sweat to cool on her coat. The fluids that had escaped her stained the fur of her thighs, leaving unmistakable cool patches as the air drifted across them. A brief look down proved her suspicion regarding the seat cushion; it was stained and wet directly underneath her. She shifted her position as much as she could, but she had no real choice but to sit in her mess. She was resigned to this fact when Vinyl leaned over again to whisper in her ear. “How are you enjoying the concert so far?” she asked with a wink.
“I suppose it has its high points,” she answered back. She tried to scowl in disapproval, since it seemed like the right thing to do. Still, she knew she betrayed herself by donning a fake expression Vinyl would see right through. “You know I’ll pay you back for this, right?”
Vinyl grinned, a bright twinkle in her eyes at Octavia’s “threat.” “Ooh, I can’t wait,” she said with a little clap of her hooves. Octavia rolled her eyes at the foalish enthusiasm, but still leaned over to drape her foreleg around Vinyl’s shoulder while she settled in to watch the rest of the symphony.
Author's Note
Hey, all. Thanks for reading this bit of shameless smut that was dedicated for Megapone's July Fetish Fanfic Fapstravaganza. Unsurprisingly, I cut it close and submitted this less than an hour before the deadline because that's how I roll. This was a sort of spiritual successor to the fic Papparazi that I wrote, but by no means does this story depend on that one. Let me know if you liked it, or not, in the comments. Maybe consider telling me why you feel that way? If you like my writing, you can follow me for more whenever I get around to putting it up.
