Hot Summer; Cool Beats,...The Deluxe Edition.

by Lunasservant1985

Rating: mature
Tags: Second Person, Octavia, Comedy, Other, Romance, Equestria Girls, Sex, Slice of Life, DJ P0N-3, Original Character
Length: 12278

You're time with Octavia has been pretty good, so she surprises you one day asking you to a party. Not the kind you expect a girl like her to be into.

It's the middle of Summer, the Summer Sun Celebration festival went off mostly hitch-less, and now you and Octavia Melody are close and loving at every turn you get. One night, she surprises you with a trip out to a party. Not the usual tea and opera she's into, but it's a party hosted by DJ-Pon3 aka Vinyl Scratch. The kind with neon lights; glow sticks, and wall to wall dancers with music you never thought about in relation to Octavia. That's not her only surprise for you either, apparently she has a "history" With the DJ.

This new super cut edition includes new material and the whole story published as a single one shot, as the author originally intended it to be.

Published 2016-08-11 02:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-08-11 02:30:01 UTC

An Extraordinary Evening; A Different Kind Of Social, And Then It's Drinks At Vinyl's Place

"So...Peter Page turner; comic book geek of Canterlot high who thawed out the stuffy snob Twilght sparkle, and convinced her to add comics to the school libary. What brings you to my humble abode tonight huh?" You ask the young adult sitting beside you in the red arm chair as the air conditioner cools you both. You're both just hanging out as the sun starts to set over the suburban landscape. a few pizzas sit still somewhat warm in their boxes on the night table. Peter's occupied at the tv browsing for something to watch, while your at the gaming rig. Currently second place in a free for all deathmatch just below some streamer with the name DJ Vetern child's EX.

"You'd only have the streamers and the podcasts for company if i hadn't stopped by and you know it" He says smirking as he lounges around watching tv and eating." His words are not as reasuring as he intends fo them to be. They only make you think of the last time you were with someone who wasn't trying to blow you up with an s-mine while calling you a moron for walking on it. The last time you saw...Tavi.

"Yeah yeah whatever, listen I need quiet, it's crunch time and if can just HA OH FUCK YEAH!" You say in triumph taking a sip of ice cold cola from a straw as your fingers work the controler and send the player Shimmer cove to fifth place. "Oh yeah out of the winners circle bi....bii.mmhmhm nothing." You say with a nervous chuckle as as Turner gives a lookthat says 'seriously?' "Look I'm trying NOT to embody the sterotypical stay at home gamer but...OH I can't explain it. It's like when a great white shark smells blood and then sinks its teeth into seal flesh. Or a wolf picks up the scent of a hare hiding in the snow thinking its safe. The primal thril of the hunt reborn into a new form but the old lust for blood and kills just under the surface."

"Hey you do you bro but remember it's just a."

"Hey Pete I feel bad enough as it is..don't ruin this for me." The air chilly as the both of you are alone in the room, the television on the dresser flashing wordlessly without sound and more for ambiance.

"I wasn't trying too, all I'm saying is you just gotta learn that there's somethings in life you can't let control you or you may end up becoming someone or...something you'd never want to be.'' His words cut like a knife, You don't even realize that you're a sleeping dog. Not moving which means the final kill goes to the player in dead last, Shygal99 and she's even typing sorry to you over and over in the chat bar, and you're fairly certain she actually means it. The room you and turner inhabit reeks of laundry left to pile up and pizza grease dried on the table. It's not a total pigsty persay it just..could use some spring cleaning is all. Plus taking down the posters of nearly naked anime cat girls and action movies couldn't hurt. Especially if you wanted to bring a girl like Octavia here.

You're knocked out of this sudden realization when the phone by your desk rings, the shrill noise of the ancient white landline briefly spooking you both. You tell Turner to hold on while take the call.

"Hello?" You ask as you roll your eyes at just much of a disater the place is and yyou hope that of all the people who could be calling you now you just hope it isn't...

"Hello..Anon Darling? Is this a bad time?" A familiar voice says on the other end and your heart skips a few beats. Damn it, It's Octavia the girl of your dreams. ok ok it's only seven thirty and she probably only want to talk still. What do you say if she asks to come over and see you? Sorry hunny but my bedroom looks like a college freshmen dorm? She's been the best girlfriend you could have ever asked for. You'd do anything to spend time with her, museums; the theater and the concert halls. Only the best for a refined and elegant girl like her. Right now nothing about you from your brutish behavior to how unkempt everything is shows you deserve her at all.

"Oh Octi Hi!" You say with excitement as you think about her on the other end, you're both still a loving couple, with a hint of a naughty side now and then. You hold your playful nature in check due to company being present, but you just got play it cool. "What's up octi?" You ask her as you hear the sounds of a car wherever she is. "Hey you're not driving are you?" You ask her on the phone.

"You're such a caring boyfriend,'' she says giving another girlish little giggle. Octavia's always so damn cute when she does the little things like that. "But no I'm not driving myself at least, not at all. I'm actually out with my Uncle Albert getting a lift over to your house to see you." She says with a soft giggle; your heart sinks and practically stops beating then and there. Normally your house is okay on a good day, but your room smells of cheap pizza and there are soda cans everywhere, plus you haven't taken your laundry down to the basement in a while as evidenced by the full hamper by the closet. You're not a slob even at the worst of times, you just have a tendency to let things go a little astray now and then.

"Really? You're heading here...Right now Octi? Gee I know it's still kinda early in the evening, but I haven't really got the place in order for guests...girl guests anyways." you say eyeing Peter as he helps himself to a slice of olive and extra cheese pizza, scarfing it down nosily. If Octavia was there at that moment, being the prim and proper type, she'd scold him for making such a pig of himself. Octavia giggles on the other end of the line.

"Heh actually darling, I was wondering if you'd like to...go out tonight with me. To...a little social a friend of mine said she'd be hosting." She says with a soft girlish giggle. Your eyes go wide not from fear this time, but in excitement as you're this close to replying and hanging up to try on outfits. "Was wondering if you'd fancy a... get together at a social club this evening." Her words make the images of an orchestra playing, the evening akin to the grand galloping gala...the celebration thrown for the winner of the Canterlot City derby, especially if its the one Principal Celestia and her sister sponsor. The upper class finery, the elegance and sophistication. How could you pass that up?

"I'll be right down!" You say as you dart into your closet and flick the light on as you shut the door. You dig through your clothes; first it's a white shirt with a bow-tie and slacks, then a red polo with khakis and tennis shoes, then you settle for a white shirt, black tie and a pinstriped jacket and pants with your best penny loafers and white spats. You put a black top hat on your head and grab a dragon headed cane and emerge from the closet to the pizza eating Pete. He's still your friend, but you wished he'd also practice a little self control every now and then.

"Whoa dude! Looking sharp! What did Octavia say to you?" He asks with a mouthful of melty cheese. You chuckle and softly tap his head with your cane. You don't mean to hurt him, you just...feel like humoring him.

"Oh Peter...Peter dear chap." You say with a hint of Southampton in your voice. "Someday you'll be mature enough to know the perks of high class socialization." You chuckle as you head downstairs, He's in tow holding the pizza box. "Don't you have your own home to go to and make an uncouth pig of yourself at Peter?" You ask scoffing as you adjust your bow-tie. He chuckles and gathers up his Red Hood gear and the pizza box. You both start to head out through your house to the front door for Octavia.

"Huh? Sure whatever man, just lemme get one more soda for the road?" He asks handing you a slice which you politely decline not wanting to spoil your appetite for hors d'oeuvres ...Hey you still up for the class summer camping trip to Camp Everfree?" He asks as he digs through the fridge for another soda as he finishes the last slice from the box.

" You know it..though why the school would be sponsoring a trip to a summer camp after the younger campers have left it.

"I think it's something to do with..eh....I got nothing, I just can't wait to get up there and get some fresh air. I hope they don't split me and Dashie up though. I'd love going hiking with her." He says with a longing tone and gaze. You can only share his sentiment think of your own dream girl who's drawing ever closer, the lead chair cellist to your viola, Octavia Melody.

"See ya Pete, and...thanks for the reality check. As soon I get home I'm gonna start fresh and new, clean my bed room maybe have all my best clothes dry cleaned, and of course stop taking those damn, ahhh heyy Tavi!" You flag down the car coming , "You know....despite my snark, you're always welcome to chill at my place and get a bite to eat whenever you need it okay good buddy"? You say with your attitude softening just as they pull up.

"Thanks dude." He says with a smile as he leaves for home in one direction, a pair of car's headlights from a fine Rolls Royce, approaches down the street in the other. It's not a limo Rolls, but damn is it a sweet ride. You give your tie one final tug as the car pulls in and the familiar grey girl rolls down a window and smiles at you when she sees you. Octavia Melody; apple of your eye, and cream in your coffee.

"Good evening Anon." She says as you reach into the car and take her hand, delivering a respectable kiss to it as the chauffeur gets out and opens the side passenger door for you, you feel like this will be the best night ever.

The Rolls' engine purrs like a Bengal tiger as you and Octavia ride in the backseat, either the car has no privacy partition or the driver refuses to close it. He's an old gentlemanly type, his hairs around the edges are graying a bit, and he has a bit of a mustache on his upper lip. Your mind instantly makes you think of the old mascot for Ask. "So how are you tonight good sir?" You ask as Octavia opens a slot built into the side door of the car, there's a hiss of liquid nitrogen coolant as she procures a can of Coke with perfectly frozen ice crystals on the sides. Amazingly the soda itself is not frozen in spite of this.

"Just dandy Master Anon, Though i kindly ask you keep your conversations with me to a minimum as I am driving." He says as the car starts driving away from the bright lights of the town square. It's no Times Square, most of the buildings go up to a the tens in terms of stories. The car leaves them as it turns down the fish district. Named as its where the warehouses and the wharves used by the fishermen and their boats often come in to store and sell their catch. You wonder why Octavia would have her driver taking you through it in the middle of the night when there's nothing open and no one around. The rain pelts the car and not even the smooth jazz coming from the radio can muffle as Albert pulls into a parking lot with the engine still idling.

"Thank's for the lift Uncle Albert." Octavia says happily as she checks her purse to be sure she has everything."

You asks as you take in the details of the lot that he's driven to, odd thing to note. The cars that are parked do not look like the kinds a high class social would have. Instead of limos and Lamborghini's, its mostly vans and a few beat up sedans that have seen better days. A lot of the vans have strange designs painted on the sides, like graffiti you see on the walls downtown. The one that stands out from them all is the white convertible with the roof closed. It's got a clef treble on one side and a purple highlighting detail. The hood ornament is a silver unicorn with headphones on her ears...why does it seem so familiar?

"Mmmhmmm this is my uncle Albert, I can always count on him." She gives him a hug and a soft kiss on his cheek as he pops the locks on the car. The older gentlemen chuckles softly and gives you both a courteous tip of his cap as you both step out.

"Are you sure you don't need me to pick you up after the...social?" He says as she shakes her head as you and her both head out into the rain. The puddles spray as your shoes hit the rain soaked pavement, the steel doors to the warehouse are thankfully covered by the awnings overhead. the loading bay doors long closed up. You and Octavia stop under the awning for a brief moment to watch her uncle and the Rolls leave you both with only the party to go to.

"Octavia? You ask her as you hear a faint noise coming from inside the warehouse, it's far from any music that you'd associate with a social like the one you're anticipating. She stops and looks back at you with her big eyes shining as the rain drips from her charcoal hair. "What kinda social is this?" You ask her as she places a hand on the handle...

"A different kind." Is all she can say when she opens the steel doors. The music now fully audible, and it's not the kind for a dinner party. The entire main floor of the old warehouse has been turned into a dance floor. The guests are crammed into it while thinning out at the edges. They ones that thin out are more content to simply speak as best as they can over the music. It's nothing like the music yyou and her have perfomed as a band, it's different.

The lot of the patrons here are nothing like you and Octavia. The outfits are clearly those of full on ravers. Black body suits covered head to toe in glow sticks and necklaces around their necks. Others have those red and white top hats and ratty sweatshirts and ripped up tee shirts. You feel like clasping your hands over your ears to block out the noise. "Here? You brought me to a...a rave?" You shout to Octavia over the loud music. She nods happily un-bothered by the noise. She...must have gone to these before, she seems to be really into this music.

"I know the DJ! Come one let's get a drink and I'll take you up to meet her." She says before taking your hand and leading you to what was at one time the shipping office. The new occupants have used neon letters to spell out, "The Watering Hole." Over the window. The clerk behind the window hands two silver cans to the couple in front of you. The one in black body suits with glowing lines in them that look like Tron costumes. It doesn't take long for you realize what those silver cans are. You are feeling like you should take Octavia by the hand and lead her from this debaucherous place, then why aren't you doing that right now? Why are you just letting her lead you to the bar counter?

"Wait...Octavia...we're not old enough too..." But she shushes you with a finger to the lips. A devious look in her eyes as she has the counter behind the office room. inside you can see am industrial stainless steel fridge and several coolers all around the room. She orders two bottles of Budweiser; all american, like it was nothing. She's like danger in a blazer, a side of this girl you've never seen before...so why are you still with her and not running away like a coward?

"I think if we're old enough to call ourselves grown, then it's fair game to enjoy a bit of the bubbly, thank you Hops." She says paying for the drinks. The barkeep smiles from behind the counter and gives her a thumbs up.

"Thanks, anything for you Tavi." You and Octavia take a seat at the red metal frame chairs setting your drinks down on a wire spool on its side for a table. You take a sip and notice the music isn't as bad you thought it was, though it's changed now.

"You know that guy back there?" You ask once your'e loosened up a bit and enjoying yourself. Octavia sips her drink casually as she looks over at you before speaking.

"I know a good chunk of the people here darling. What? You'd think my only associations were the stuffed shirt blue bloods of the upper hills?" She asks with a giggle making you blush as you reply.

"Well...Kinda actually, I always thought you were the kinda girl that was one to rub shoulders with "Her Majesty" and the like. Not the glow sticks and funny hats crowd...no offense." You say to such a dancer passing by waving two sticks around.

"No offense man." You hear him say he darts away followed by what you swear is him saying..."Anyone got any E?"

"So who's this DJ you said we'd meet?" You ask as Octavia finishes her drink along with you, She tosses the bottle in the trash and takes you hand, she leads you across the dance floor. The bodies of the dancers pressed tightly into yours as they are lost in the their haze of who knows what. Octavia navigates through them all with ease to a door at the back. It leads to a rust covered metal stairwell that only seems to amply their music. When you came here with Octavia, you had visioned a tray of hors d'oeuvres at a cocktail party; French Hollandaise sauce served over asparagus, banana foster fombaies and souffles, fine baroque music like Bach and maybe something modern like smooth jazz.

Not cheap beers; dub step and club music and junk food. You wonder if the buckets of fried chicken and nasty burger wrappers are leftovers from the workers or the part goers. Yet...why does it not bother you? why haven't you asked Octavia to leave and find something more to your taste than this? Could it be that it doesn't matter so long as your with her? Granted you never took her as being into this sort of affair, but you're starting to enjoy it. Why were you so nervous about showing her your room if this was her ideal night out?

"Here...the DJ booth is right over here." She says as she stops before a door labeled foremen's office, only the word foremen has been painted over with a big red DJ. Octavia opens the door and the room's been stuffed with boxes of records and CD's. this DJ is the old fashioned type, the kind that wouldn't be caught dead with a digital system. Not that it isn't a top of the line setup she's got here. The speakers are lined up against the observation window...or at least where the window used to be as the glass is gone. Clearly broken out so the sound can travel down to the dancers below. The DJ is an ivory skinned girl with electric blue hair; she has on a white jacket and leggings in two shades of purple, her shoes Air Jordan's in blue and white with purple laces.

A box beside her hold several pairs of the ears and tails from school...as a new song starts to play on her sound system. It's so different from what'd she'd been playing before, it feels more...enjoyable. Like you can connect with this music better than the other songs.

"Okay Everybody...or should I say every...PONY!" She says as she throws ears and tails to her revelers down in the depths of the dance floor. You watch as Tavi softly taps her on the back. Startling her a bit but she changes on seeing who it is. The two girls hug each other with soft squeals of delight. "Oct! Damn girl it's been..what a week since we last spoke?" She says ruffling her charcoal hair softly. Octavia giggles softly as they hug. "So...this that guy I saw you at The Summer Sun Fair? I saw you on the merry go round; Ferris wheel, and sharing a big cotton candy ball together...without me!" she says with a soft whine as if she really wanted to do all that.

Octavia giggles softly at this and takes a seat by the window, Vinyl sits beside her. Like two princess gazing upon their kingdom, a kingdom of music, partying and debauchery. "So...you two know each other?" You ask hoping to stir up something of a conversation with them.

"Well you could say something like that." Vinyl says giving Octavia a knowing aside glance. Your curiosity is really perked now, why did they say it that way? You chalk it up to just being a bout of playful girlish banter. Octavia and Vinyl enjoy the music more as you turn your head to see some guy enter, he has shades nearly identical to Vynil's on his eyes.

"So Vynil, I go the party covered for the rest of the night, you wanna take off with your friends here?" Vynil looks to you and
Octavia both her perfectly pearly white teeth shining in the glow of the neon party lights.

"I'd like that very much."

Some time later...

It's still early enough for you and the girls to leave the warehouse with it's ravenous partying behind for something a little more to your own personal taste. Vinyl; Octavia and you sit outside an Italian restaurant in the heart of downtown Canterlot. the chairs are cast iron and the night air is crisp from the rain having finally let up. It leaves that sweet, crisp smell behind whenever there's rain and wet grass. The waiter places three mugs of fine coffee on the little round oak tabletop. "Okay; one Doppio," He says to you, " A Guillermo for you Ms. shades." He says to Vinyl, "and one Ristretto for the lady dressed like she actually WANTS to be here." He says placing a last cup in front of Octavia. Vinyl looks a bit peeved at his remarks, but it just comes with the territory of downtown Canterlot.

"So this is that fancy schmacy stuff you're always going on about Octi?" She asks Octavia sipping her coffee. Octavia giggles and sips her own as the soft sounds of a traditional Calliope and its tinny notes can be heard over the sound system.

"Oh Vinyl I know it's not the powerhouse."

"Eh it got too commercial for my taste, its not about the lifestyle over there anymore." She says chuckling into her coffee."

"Well it is still my ideal place to grab a bite." Octavia adds as the food arrives. Minestrone soup with orzo pasta and gardenia salads with hot garlic bread and marinara sauce. You mhhh softly as you take a bit of the crispy hot bread and dip it, the warm hearty sauce is savory as the flavors dance on your tongue and pallet. By the gods this food is delectable! You wonder if you should come back here sometime soon.

"It's good but are you girls vegan or something?" You ask from the way all the entrees have no animal products in them, not even milk in the coffee or dressing other than oil and vinegar. octavia savors a spoonful of the red minestrone and vinyl a few dandelion greens and hothouse tomatoes before she answers.

"Vegitarian mostly, but it has it's...perks." Octavia says fluffing her lusciously soft charcoal hair. You and them enjoy the meal as the stars above sparkle even past the glimmer of the city lights. When your all finesed with the meal, your satified but not over stuffed. If anything you still feel...energetic.

"So..I take it we're all gonna call it a night?" You ask, to your surpise Octavia and Vynil look at each other with sly little grins and giggle like naughty little school girls. They both blush red and Octavia looks at you with her shades half lowered and a grin on her face.

"What you say we head to my place hmmm?" Your bashful smile is all the answer you need.

"So...“How far is it to your apartment?” you asked Vinyl as you and the girls leave the restaurant and make your way across town in her car.

“It’s a Brownstone and town house combo built back in the 30's. pretty retro without being all hipster...it's more...kitschy or homely old city charm and it’s right about....a few blocks away,” Vinyl points down the street as she drives a few of the apartments start coming into place including lofts built out of the old Dixon pencil factory. “Love how it’s right next to the the train station.” She comments as the car drives past the Canterlot City terminal, it's ancient metal awnings over the tracks now silent this late at night.

Vinyl's apartment is located in the flats not too far from downtown, they aren't exactly slums or bad tenements but they aren't the penthouses and suites of the waterfront either. Quaint little brownstones all lined up and nice and clean along a quiet neighborhood, what more could anyone ask for? It's a warm, summer night, the feeling of rain coming in close. That feeling like electricity in the air coupled with the cool breeze like being at the beach when the sun goes down. Octavia is thankful that it was so beautiful out. She comments that if only it wasn't fast approaching midnight within the next hour, because the threat of rain aside, it felt like the perfect night for an outdoor concert; indeed it is a perfect night for one.

You; Octavia, and Vinyl all enter past the steel door with its harsh coat of protective orange paint and past the narrow hardwood hallways, the sounds from everything from crying babies, to smooth jazz from single swingers in the apartments. Vinyl leads you and Tavi to apartment 12 on the forth floor of the brownstone.

We’re here!” Vinyl exclaims with excitement as she fishes for her house key. “ You ready Tavi?” She asks, quickly turning around to face Octavia with exuberance-filled eyes. Octavia gulps softly and you're left utterly confused. Octavia nods her head and smiles softly

"I’m ready.” She says finding her composure, 'ready?' You think to yourself...'Ready for what?'

"Welcome guys, make yourselves at home, help yourselves to the snacks and drinks." Vinyl says as you take in the apartment. A studio; the floor is covered in white carpeting with Vinyl's symbol of a musical note etched into it. The coffee table has a big book on it, too your surprise one of the titles read.

" The Art of the Simon & Kirby Studios?" While another is, "Catwoman: A Celebration of 75 Years? Hey Vi never took you for a comic book fan." you comment flipping the art book open first. Vinyl chuckles softly digging through her mini fridge coming up with a can of iced sweet tea.

"It's thanks to that Turner guy from school I am, got me into comics when I he showed me some easy to just pick up and read books. Really I got into everything about them, especially the art." She says popping the tab on her can of sweet tea.

"I can see that, judging by the book on Jack "The King" Kirby's art. You say as you and Octavia look at the photos and sketches of the works. You close the art book and sit on the couch as Octavia helps her self to a bottle of sparkling water with lemon flavor from the fridge.

"You want anything to drink Anon?" She asks you as she fishes through the drinks Vinyl has stocked in the mini fridge. You nod when her hand lands on the pouch of Kool Aid. Octavia takes it and tosses it to you, you catch it and Vinyl claps a bit taking a seat beside you on the couch.

"Nice catch." She praises as she clicks her TV on, it's an older clunky box TV. Maybe from like the early 2000's, she has a PS3 wired into it under the glass TV stand and the stand's shelves are chocked with games. A DJ gig must really pay well. The Eleven o'clock news flips on, Vinyl starts to change the channel. "Ugh, bullshit the lot of it." She says in disgust.

"Yeah I know never really got into that sort of thing." You hear

Octavia say as..to your shock bordering on surprise vynil returns with something in her hands. It takes you a minute to realize just what it is. At first you thought it was some kinda funny lamp made out of red glass, but when vynil take a lighter out and puts it to the object, you hear a bubbling noise and then the air grows thick with a skunky smell...she lighting up and toking out of a bong.

"Mhmmhhmm shit ohh I needed that! can you believe while I was on a break at the party and doing a charity stream at the video games, some jerkass was killing
everyone like a fucking maniac and acting like one too? I mean even after he killed a player he'd shoot the bodies or beat them around! makes me glad the asshole didn't have a mic, I can only imagine the things he must have been saying" You start to sweat as the realization kicks in. so Vynil was DJ veteran child's ex and doing a charity stream no less. You feel like a grade A heel.

"Never touch the stuff myself darling," Octavia says as if trying to reassure you but you reach across the table and take the bong into your hand Vinyl has no objections, if anything it makes her smile and chuckle.

"Oh yeah least someone aside me knows how to party!" She says as she cuddles your side lovingly, much to your surprise. Octavia looks at you both but especially you as you bring that piece to your lips. The old biblical story of the forbidden fruit play in your mind. With Vynil being the serpent. You can practically see the horns on her head and the devil tail snaking out under skirt as Octavia...dear sweet Octavia. an angel with a halo of gold and wings of pure white feathers tries to fly you back from the fall.

"Darling, I I've never known you to be into anything ive shown you this evening are you sure wanna? You don't have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable."

"I'll get snacks in case we get the munchies anyway just in case." Vynil says getting up and leaving for just a moment. She comes back with her arms loaded with chips, cookies, corn nuts and various sweet and salty snacks zoned out stoners stuff their faces with when they're all toked up, and your now one of them and you don't care.

"I wanna enjoy being with you both, and if that means embracing new things and crossing thresholds I never though I would, then so be it." You say before taking another hit, longer this time. The smoke filling your lungs up and coursing through you, it's an all new all different kind of rush now.

"Fucking A thats what I'm taking about!" Vynil says as she cheers your new found gumption on. "GO GO GO! Take it to the head take it to the head." You don't get what she means but it's not long before your virgin lungs can't handle it, so you try not to cough as you exhale it and smile. "That's some good shit isn't it?" Vynil asks as Octavia takes her turn, you've all gone this far who knows what the rest of the night holds.

the air it thick with white puffs of weed smoke, the windows closed to allow the place to "hotbox." It's not half bad being baked, not as bad as your parents, psas on drugs and those scare films school made it out to be. There's no full on feeling of madness, no urge to keep going and act like a raging lunatic, it feels nice. Mellow and relaxing even. It's not long until in their thc fuled haze the girls start to get all nice and snuggly with you. They both gently start to cuddle the sides of your arms while cooing softly in your ears, Vinyl to your right, Octavia on the left. They coo and make little noises as they snuggle up nice and cozy.

"So..Octi says you're...quite something in bed." Vinyl says with a soft giggle but her words almost make you choke. You weren't expecting the night to take a turn down that road. at least not so soon.

"Wh...What?...Why would you say that so outta the blue Vinyl?" You ask as she only lowers her glasses cutley and chuckles softly. Octavia you notice, has undone a few buttons on her blazer...a few.

"Well...to put it bluntly, Tavi and I used to kinda be...you know?" She says blushing harder as Octavia places a hand softly on Vinyl's cheek and they lock eyes. They glimmer softly as Octaia moves her hand along to stroke Vinyl's hair.

"It's okay, you can tell him." She says as Octavia nuzzles her nose and cheeks a bit before saying....

"I'd rather show him....but" She stutters softly.

“Tavi, are you sure you’re ready for this?” Vinyl’s voice becomes white noise to both you and Octavia. The elegant grace of the refined and dignified girl seems to fade away a tiny bit as she sits quietly on the cushioned seat, her black, low cut dress and it's light maroon blazer and bow tie shuffle softly as she adjusts it as if preparing for a recital. Her shoes anxiously tap against the carpet and she clears her throat a bit. She pushes some strands of hair back behind her ears before gazing out the window, watching as Rain starts to patter down and you swear you can see a light purple balloon with stars and moons flying overhead before disappearing into the dark clouds, then the rain starts to softly patter against the window. It's light at first then it gets strong and heavy as it hammers onto the city.

"Yes...I'm ready." With that, you're greeted with a sight unlike any you ever saw before now. The two girls started lightly embracing each other, rubbing their (still fully clothed) bodies together sensually, they look over at you in a very provocative, sultry pose with seductive gazes in their eyes. For your viewing pleasure, they blast you with the most bewitching bedroom-eyes you'd ever seen, and you could do nothing as they held you in their piercing, libidinous gazes; you couldn't even grin as you began to piece the puzzle together. To cement it all in place, they kiss each other on the lips softly, then passionately.

"Silly, this isn't the 50's were you need to only stick around with one love all your life...besides...I life to keep things...interesting." Vinyl says as she and Octavia get up and start to slowly saunter to Vinyl's bedroom. Hips shaking side to side and rears bouncing softly as they do.

"Why don't you get comfy while Vinyl and I change real quick." She says her velvety voice like silk woven into speech. They disappear behind the bedroom for only a minute before returning, and what a sight they are! Octavia; for starters, seems to veer to the angelic approach: Her hair has been meticulously and painstakingly brushed neat and prim, her usual blue hair band, replaced by one of pure white. Her soft, refined slate grey skin seemed to shine in the dimly-lit room, snow-white socks hugging her graceful legs all the way up to the hips and thighs, softly cradling her pert and slender almost model like legs. Her backside was cradled in a pair of white, silken panty bottoms, the tasteful yet skimpy garment looked as though it'd been pulled up her back as far as it could go in order to show off her pear shaped rear. The panties supplemented with a white baby tee top with her treble clef on the front. As a final touch, a deep; incandescent, and in just the right touch to elevate her natural beauty, shade of violet eye shadow that matched her amethyst eyes had been applied. A pair of small silver earrings fashioned modestly in the shapes of hearts had been fixed into her ear lobes.

She looked as if the angels would sound their golden horns at her arrival, and Valkyries could sing in a lost tongue at her mere presence. The fact that the room and skill thick with weed smoke and had that distinct smell of a stoner's pad didn't spoil her beauty in the slightest.

Oh but Vinyl on the other hand? Oh that Vinyl. If Octavia could hearken the arrival of divinity, then Vinyl could summon the sultry sirens and harbinger the harpies. She was far away at the other end of the spectrum: Black and devil red. Rival school Shadowbolt black style materiel gloves slithered clear up to her torso from the very tips of her fingers, crowned in fishnet at the upper seams, cleverly matching the pair of fishnet stockings adorning her legs. The risque, skimpy panties and ripped top that barley covered her front or back side were even tighter than Octavia's, they made her's look conservative by comparison. they had red rose petal designs detailing the edges, as they squeezed snugly between her toned cheeks to make them look even more full and supple, Vinyl had undoubtedly made sure not to shy away from a hybrid of a punk rocker/dominatrix look; sporting a Harley Quinn like skull choker around her neck, the skull wearing a red and black jester's hat a testament to it's roots, and spiked wristbands. Vinyl also had her own final touch of not only ruby red eyeliner, but also her own eye shadow. The eye shadow; like the rest of her ensemble of course, being pure inky black, along with the ruby red lipstick that had been applied expertly to her full puckered lips, only seemed to increase her authentic visage. Just like that old Rick James song personified; "A very freaky girl, the kind you don't bring home to mother."

"Like what you see dude?" Vinyl says as she gives her chest a little side to side shake, and it's then that you notice something you missed earlier. Both lovely ladies have on their heads and around their waists, the Canterlot High Wondercolt pony ears and felt tails that had been popular since...the fall formal. They look even hotter wearing them, and yet you're still not certain just why. They turn around and lean over the footstool. Their perk rears presented to you, you feel the erection in your pants twitch and throb in eager anticipation. Octavia giggles girlishly while Vinyl only does the classic pose of taking a finger and planting it on her hip. While making a soft hiss to represent 'I'm hot.' It seemed fitting that not too long ago you saw her as the Mephistopheles to your Faust offering untold pleasures, it would know cost your soul and dignity.

In all sense of what the situation entails, it's more than enough to give a grossly inexperienced anime virgin a generous nosebleed. To your credit though, you are far from a virgin. Your session rehearsing with Octavia proof of that. Your mouth pops open, and you swear your tongue is licking the carpet...no not THAT kinda carpet...yet. Even though you can't speak; you're utterly amazed at how different, yet how drop-dead sexy both girls are as a pair. Briefly closing her eyes as she gave a soft self-gratified chuckle, Vinyl's gaze then averted suddenly to her "BFF," who then shortly looked back at her just as smugly.

"So...you ready?" Vinyl asked her confidently, her half-lidded gaze zeroed in on her.

"It almost feels just like old times." She replies after a determined and excited nod. "Let's give him the same treat we did those other guys at those raves you hosted." Octavia says giving you a soft wink. A light pluck of Octavia's soft charcoal black hair and Vinyl gives a little coo as she moves her lips in and gives a soft kiss to the bare neck of Octavia. Her red lipstick was clear as day against the slate grey skin once she pulled away.

Before you could guess their next move, Octavia closed in on her. Vinyl already tilts her head back in preparation, going as far as she needs. When their lips met, the collision was smooth as fine silk and, to a certain extent, gentle, the contact more soft and affectionate than any kiss you'd ever received. After a few moments of adjusting, they make out more passionately than you ever thought they could, their bodies squirm and gyrate into each other with feeling; gusto, and most of all, purpose. Their kissing is in tandem with each other perfectly. The form is in perfect; tuned, harmony, the beautifully succulent noises emitting from the inner depths of their glistening lips and moaning from their throats is like fine, sweet and dulcet music to your ears.

The wet, sloppy kissing; the erotic caressing of their hot bodies, the husky, trembling gasps of breath, if these ladies are trying to give you a bad case of sensory overload, it's working...no it's fucking overkill! You're at the point where you're legitimately unsure if this was really happening or if it's a dream you slipped into while falling asleep on the couch. For all the moment's perfection, it just seems far too impossibly good to be even remotely true. Somewhere in the very back of your numbed mind is a click of realization, the realization that it IS real, that they were referring to this when they spoke of the old ways they used to tease guys at wild rave parties, and that any poor sod trying to weather this kinda show never even stood a snowball's chance.

After about a good minute of making out, the lip-locking brakes off softy, a small remnant of their torrid kiss still lingering briefly in the form of a spit trail on their heavily moistened lips. They both pant mellowly and moan softly as they catch their breaths and smile at each other.

"That should do it... now Anon will taste us both with every kiss." Vinyl huffs softly, eliciting a soft giggle as she does.

"Ah, we still got it." Octavia proclaims in triumph through her smug grin. After you'd witnessed the whole of their little show-off session, you let out a shocked, hopelessly overwhelmed little chuckle, finally able find your voice again.

"You two sure are..now...who's up first?" You ask as the two began moving in closer together, giving light straddles onto their legs as they crisscross them as they embrace. There's a soft grind and Octavia lets out a soft pant into her friend's ear. Followed by her lips pressing onto Vinyl's cheek and leaving a little mark before she plants another atop one of Vinyl's still-covered breasts. They both are starting to really get into it now. "you you could just...keep doing that." you say enjoying their little "show."

There's another, more intimate and sexual rolling of their hips together as they press their skin tight, panty-clad pelvises against each other as Vinyl reaches around to hold that soft butt of Tavi's. They position themselves like this as they two give very clear motions of grinding their bodies against the other one, if they hadn't still been clad you're sure their pussies would be scissoring at this point. until Octavia leans in to give a nibble to her somewhat younger...or at least more prone to juvenile actions, friend's ear. With it came a breathy whisper, just audible to your ears of...

“I'm getting wet,” the cellist says into the DJ's ear before chewing on it like a bit of taffy. Vinyl blinks in surprise before smiling and whispering back into Octi's ear,

"So am I." as her black panties have a noticeable wet patch on the front indicating her own arousal, while Octavia's is more noticeable against the pure white of her's. Things start heating up now as the two embrace each other as they tease you with near kisses until Vinyl's fingers trailed down the slightly younger body of her friend, caressing over her hips and taking a few light slips into the stands of her underwear as they travel upwards to the hooks of her white top a light pull of the hooks and the fabric falls away, Octavia blushes as you can see her pert nipples are hard enough to cut glass.

Octavia's own hands are now roaming along her Vinyl's stomach and up to her own chest where she cups the black top. Both of those modest 22 C globes in her palms, a size not uncommon for a girls just over the cusp of their adulthood, but nothing your complaining about. The over stuffed sacks of silicone and saline seen in pornography; the over Botox injected faces, the augmentation, it all turned you off. You love natural beauty; body hair, natural skin without chem peels. with the girls so close you you you pick up the smell of Octavia's coconut oil based natural soap and Vinyl's wearing cheap Disney Princess brand body wash, probably from living on a budget...or frugally, It's what you love best about them, both of them.

Octavia gives Vinyl's breasts a light lift to show the soft and lush nature of her breasts before moving her hands around to the zipper barley holding her ratty top on in the back. A glance into her eyes lets her know to continue and her fingers gave one tug to let the zipper part and the top pops loose. The black article of clothing dangles over her chest as she holds it just barley on, just barely covering up her modesty before she tosses it away as she's as topless as Tavi. Octavia's gaze shifts to Vinyl's while she runs a finger down the other girl's slender build, the soft grey skin yielding and rippling softly as her finger then runs under the band of the white panties as she slips it into her pussy softly.

The two giggle and sway, as Octavia lets her hips move freely. All this teasing from these two is almost too much, you find yourself yanking your dinner jacket off; snapping the bow tie off, and popping the buttons on your dress shirt, as you tug at your shirt to get it off. They don't get seem to mind at all as they continue to play with each other. The two know lusts like this well, you can tell by the way they approvingly cheer and whistle like bachelorettes watching the male dancers at a hen party, you bare your chest to them both, you're far from a Mr. universe contestant, and not very well tanned, but they seem to like what you have to offer. "Woo Who! Yeah baby, I'll have a slice of that beefcake!" Vinyl says as continues fingering the squirming and moaning Octavia.

Octavia leans forward and lets her tongue out as it gives a little teasing lick on Vinyl's left nipple, before she wraps her lips around it and starts to gentle suckle on it. Vinyl moans softly as her free hand wraps around Octavia's head and holds it as she sucks softly on her nipple. "Just lie back, and relax, sweetie." Vinyl coos, as she gently pushes Octavia away and jumps up landing on her belly like a cat, lowering her head to a poised, suggestive position at you. "I hope your tongue is up for a bit of workout, cause it's my turn to play with you."Vinyl says as she nuzzles you before directing your face to look at her, right in her ruby red eyes. Vinyl's lust for a victorious tongue fight shows no mercy and you give her no quarry. As you and her are in full force as her greedy, leaching lips are forcefully mashed into yours, her enthusiastic pink oral muscle already attempts to pry your jaw open wider.

You cordiality and inertly, allow the aggressive gal in, but only for a second before her little game of tonsil-hockey with her begins to get as rough as it can, forcing you to breathe through your nostrils. You see Octavia leaning forward to Vinyl's lower lips her tongue starts flicking against Vinyl’s clit, the sudden intimate contact makes Vinyl let out loud moans and gentle gasps into your throat. Vinyl's tongue shakes and slackens from the attention on her pussy, it allows you to push her pink muscle back even further, past the entrance to her mouth which you claim dominance over.

After a few more seconds of this however, you're suddenly not as controlling owned to the feeling off something timidly brushing over your dress pants zipper. She giggles as she undoes the fly of the dress pants then pulls them down. You help by kicking your penny loafers and spats off and away and you swear you've set a record for using your toes to pull socks off. Your full mast pops and twitches finally allowed to breathe. Octavia seems eager to want to meet your deprived friend, as you look down just in time to see her holding your dick in front of her mouth before she leans in to kiss the glans moaning softly as she gets a taste of your man meat.

You stare down dumbly and shudder as she bends forward, sticking her tongue out just far enough to lap at your tip like an ice cream cone before she starts taking you into her mouth, eagerly moving her lips down along your length with soft moans as she keeps stroking and jerking you off with a free hand. You love her, and you know more than better to just go off thrusting forwards as she services you inch by inch in her mouth.

She manages to make it down at least half of your length before she rocks her head back off it and coughs softly, stopping just short of letting your head out of her mouth. She grips you with her hand as she slides forward again, and you reach down and put your hand on the top of her head, running your fingers through her hair, just to show her it doesn't matter, because you love her just the same. This isn’t your first blowjob attempt from her, but it’s easily her best effort...One hand strokes your shaft as her head bobs up and down in a slow rhythm, and you can do nothing but watch yourself sink into her mouth. Her hand keeps gentle pressure at your base, while her tongue traces along the bottom and head.

It's a bit difficult to focus on trying to fight off Octavia's formidable and determined advances. She really would give anything to take you to the base, your penis twitches in pleasure as Octavia brings eager tongue out and across your erect member as it's attention proves too distracting for you to really focus on anything else.

"Try not to have a heart-attack on us, okay cutie?" Vinyl says as she snickers a bit watching the ecstasy and bliss start to show on your face. You can't do anything but grit your teeth and nod as Octavia resumes her suckling hungrily on the sensitive tip of your manhood. "Good to hear that, cause we're just getting started." You let your head fall back onto the pillow as Octavia begins to take more of your hard dick past her lips, plunging down on you around three or more inches into her mouth before pulling back with her soft coughs. Her mouth feels wonderful, with the minuscule of exceptions being that occasional tooth that brushes ever so lightly lightly against your man flesh. You can hardly blame the inexperienced girl, considering this was undoubtedly her first time trying to get it all down in as few gulps of her mouth as possible. The first time was more sensual and intimate, you allowed her to go at a pace she could easily adjust to. But here she was trying to upstage her better half and show off a more loose and wild side.

You actually feel like commending her for effort, as this was no frivolous or small feat for a girl like her. Your focus is then suddenly pulled from the "lip service" and to Vinyl as she begins to turn around, leaving her stupendous, and still scantly-clad rear-end hovering over your face, her back is skillfully arched just to show of her curves and form. it is the most alluring sight you've ever seen in all of your life. As you lay there, immensely enjoying the first-rate view, you soon spy her fingers as they gently reaching back to the hem of her panties, pulling a partially concealed little black zipper downward on the skimpy panties, her moist and dripping womanhood is tempting as it bursts forth from the confines of the skin-tight fabric with a relieved blooming.

Without a second to hesitate, she spreads her legs wider apart, lewdly pulling the split sides of the underwear apart and down to her ankles before kicking them away. "Hope you're thirsty, handsome." She pants in a voice that would give words like "lustful" and "seduction" a bad name, she doesn't give you much time to say anything else before she lowers her dripping wet lower lips down onto your stunned face. She moans softly then with a labored and relaxed sigh at the touch of your mouth to her puffy pussy. The taste of salty fruit...maybe...grapefruits? Or something not exactly sour just not the candy like nectar you read about in the erotica novels. It hits your taste buds as you savor her flavor and waste no time in dancing your tongue over her wet slit's lips.

A loud, muffled groan escapes your mouth as it enters directly into Vinyl's pussy, the vibrations of the moan send tremors of pleasure through every nerve in the sensitive flaps to her brain as you flail your tongue on her lips and pelvis as you find your task of eating her out quite enjoyable. Meanwhile, Octavia's teasing is baring no end, and her ministrations have not a single hint of an apex. Her mouth is forced down on you so far, but then she pulls it away with choking and gags before she can reach anywhere near the base. Her speed reaches a decent rhythm and a semi-respectable pace, but it was not quite fast enough to drive you to an orgasm despite the intensity of the pleasure.

A few more moments of this blissful agony pass, and you quickly gather that the distracted and irregular pattern you have of just making teasing little circles around the outer walls of Vinyl's labia are tormenting her as much as Octavia's motions on your dick are tormenting for you; that is, if her frustrated moans of arousal are something to go by. You try to redouble your efforts and focus on the tantalizingly tangy, fruit-flavored love tunnel on your face. You take a deep breath, and push your tongue deeper into Vinyl's lower berths and tangy depths, you perform with increasingly erratic twirls and twists of the limber muscle against her inner labial walls with it. Vinyl lets loose a long, drawn out and pleasurable moan of relief as she clutches her involuntarily flexing lower belly and waist, at long last she's feeling what she'd been expecting...no wanting from you all along.

As much as you desperately want to keep on discovering more new and intense maneuvers to impel within her slick wet walls, you simply can't concentrate on the needy girl that's currently resting atop your face quite long enough, due to the other equally cute one servicing you. A vexing little lollipop lick here, a mellow merry suckle on the tip, a struggle to avoid suffocating to take an inch down her throat there; try as she might, Octavia simply can't get you to cum at the speed, pace and depth she was going at. Fuck was it beginning to really fucking annoy you and her.

Octavia steadily became more jerky with her movements, her tongue growing more erratic, and her gagging becoming more frequent over time. Alas, try as she might, she just can't deep throat you like the popular notion of getting blown is know to portray. To get to your base without sounding like she was choking to death, that would be her biggest accomplishment. As She continues to fumble about with new tactics in the next minute in order to please you, you both find that there is scarcely any method more effective, or useful than the last.

You give her a resigned, humming sigh and, retracting your tongue and muzzle from Vinyl's pussy while leaving the sated girl with a kiss on her clitoris that sends one at last aftershock of pleasure as she lays beside you watching her BFF try to suck you off. You wonder if she's considering "helping" And it was a fantasy you could really get behind, but you're letting them decide what they want to do to you.

Unlike her, Octavia doesn't really reach her peak as soon as she is pleasured after a few licks or strokes. Octavia is more a lady who can take a few rounds before she can really finish as quite the..."gusher" so to speak. You watch as Octavia flips her body around to get into a sixty-nine position, Vinyl enjoying the show as she waits for her orgasmic sensitivity to recede before going at it again.

Octavia has one hand cupping your balls and another reaching around to your backside as she savors your cock. Saliva drips from her chin as she pushes herself as far down your length as she can. Feeling you pulsate as you slide in and out of mouth was wonderful for her. Octavia loves tasting your pre-cum, treating it as a little teaser for what's to come.

“Geez, look at her go!” Vinyl exclaims as she watches Octavia plunge her throat down over your member. She begins to suckle and work the cock with the back of her tongue on the extremely sensitive nub. Her cries of pure rapture are beyond pleasing to hear, but it takes a full minute and a half of her doing nothing but humming vibrations, and her own hand occasionally lifting to rub at her folds to stimulate herself, as she finally reaches a climax. When it finally arrives, she seems quite relived to feel it as you hold your hand holds under her quivering, releasing flower, praising her little praises on what a good girl she is somewhat teasingly as you praise her.

Her tongue-lolling orgasm is, despite its obvious intensity, noticeably greater when it came to the amount of its culmination than Vinyl's was, you always took her for being quite the squirter when she really gets off good. As Octavia noisily releases a slightly smaller dose of her precious honey as her orgasm finally starts to die down, you find it considerably easier to consume it all, and it was just as robustly tangy and delectable as ever. Octavia gives a sensitive, high-pitched little whimper as you roughly freed her opening of your sealed lips with a loud, wet smack, the satisfied pleasure as she huffs and pants while her trembling legs are barely able to keep her body from collapsing down on your face. A soft, contented groan comes from her before she eventually steps away to fall onto her side next to you, momentarily tuckered out. You fell them both cuddle at your sides, you plant kisses on them both as you cuddle, making them giggle and sigh happily.

"So...is he everything I said he is?" Octavia asks Vinyl as she leans over you and starts to sloppily tongue kiss her you see the tips of their light pink muscles wrap and flair at each other softly as they grab and grope their breasts and tug as if trying to milk them.

"Mhhhmmm you're quite the catch Anon, I can see one of the reason my Octi picked you." She says as she give Octavia a little nuzzle nose to nose. It's more restrained than their kiss but cute in it's own special way. Still slowly catching her breath as she nuzzles her sweat matted body up next to yours closely. It's a fairly good feeling, supplemented by the one you soon feel as her hand starts to pump on your shaft softly. You're still quite backed up and blue balled from still having not gotten any release yourself...yet.

"You did great, Tavi. Let me help you and show you how it;s done." With that Octavia leans down and astonishingly she takes your full size in a single gulp! You quickly reassured her, and praise her as you feel her mouth bobbing, her wet slick sucking noises and her slutty moans and loud pants around the pole bring it closer...closer...you feel like it won't be long before you pop. The three of you cuddle for a few short seconds while Vinyl continues to bob lightly up and down your member, but it only throbs wantonly in the silky confines of her throat, begging desperately to be simulated just a sliver of a hair more.

"Try pushing it down your throat and holding it there," Octavia suggests to the DJ. She does just that and Vinyl pops your dick free, swallows the excess saliva,and takes another long look at your saliva-slicked phallus and how they can practically see how blue almost purple the shaft is from being held back. Then, she rouses her courage and gives you one last look of confidence, she places her mouth around the tip and she aggressively shoves her mouth down on your crotch, her chin manages to touch your balls.

Instantly you feel her deep throat muscles twist and convulse violently, you attempt to push her back out off your dick, but Vinyl held herself at your base and refuses to let off. Her hands planting softly on you knees and you and Octavia watch her work. Without any more ado, you grab hold of her head, your hands gripping hard onto her hair and thrusting your hips hard upward into her as your tip throbbed hard as Octavia watches with baited breath, touching herself quite vigorously rubbing and caressing her fingers like it's one of Vinyl's hi-fi turntables scratching a record for her rave. The scene playing out before her is a lewd sex show that she gets off to, joining in the chorus of sensual moans and guttural grunts with soft little moans of her own.

Vinyl's eyes rolled into the back of her head as your member spurts hot sticky streams of your semen into her gullet, Vinyl and Octavia both moan and cry out softly as you let out moans and pleasured groans of your own as your orgasm finally starts to taper off and the release feels so good. You are quite sure she'll feel full after this one, damn good and full to bursting.

After you finally feel the girl's mouth pop off you, and the pole of muscle goes soft...only for a while though. Vinyl pops her mouth open and shows you and Octavia the trails and pools of semen that she's holding in her mouth. She moans as a trail drips down from tongue down some, before you and Octavia are impressed at how she sucks it right back up; swallows it with a loud gulp, then opens her mouth to show you it's all gone. Like a good girl told to finish all her healthy spinach.

"So, how did that feel, Vy?" Octavia asks with the air of a chatty; mischievous, gossiping little minx. A devious grin ear to ear as she's unable to keep herself from chuckling. "How's he taste?"

Your hearing comes back as you come down from your high and everything comes back into full focus, it returns just as you get her wording, your face turning more cherry and then scarlet and finally crimson than when you were during the actual blow job they took turns giving you.

"It...it was...awesome." Vinyl says in a sexy and seductive whisper as her cheeks burned to match yours. "And... my stomach feels... kinda bloated after a load like his...jeez Tavia when the hell was the last time you two fucked?." She says with a playfull laugh as she kisses her belly softly, rubbing her like a cat as Octavia giggle and makes little pleasured noises softly.

"So what's for round two?" You tried to ask, only for them to giggle and look at you like the ways girls admire cute and adorable things like ducks and puppies sleeping in baskets.

"Well, seeing as how Tavia had a a little fun with this." She says as she starts to softly jerk you off. Her actions breathing new life into it. "I was thinking I get a turn with you're...happy friend, while she sits on your face they way I did, and that way we can see each other...maybe if Octi doesn't sit too hard or two far you can see us have more fun with each other." She says ash opts to hide her eyes behind her sapphire lensed shades again, she must like wearing them even during sex. You're more than willing to engage in another steamy jaunt with the girls.

"Well, I'm ready for Round Two, how 'bout you guys?" Octavia asks enthusiastically to you both with a giddy little squee, your member twitching visibly at those words, standing at full mast, giving her an answer.

"Let's get down to business!" You say as you lay on your back; pop your mouth open, and stick your tongue out like your opening wide to take your medicine. reaching up as Octavia stands above you and shakes her hips and butt side to side over your face

"You don't need to tell me twice dude." Vinyl says as she straddles your leg, she like to keep her boots on, as in both cases, that the only clothes along with the stockings they have left on...Well, those and the WonderColt ears and tails. Your able to see past Octavia's dripping wet pussy lips and see them rub noses together softly and lovingly before hands grope at slate and ivory skinned bossoms. The sight is enough to make your dick twitch softly excited as Vinyl straddles it and rubs the puffy lips on the shaft. It's then when a major detail comes to mind, one you over looked before.

"Girls wait!" You cry out as Vinyl grinds the nub of her clit against the tip of your manhood. as Octavia's own clit looms like a pert rose bud inches from your lips. "I don't have a condom." You say as the lips, and horizontal lines of the flesh of Octavia's pussy are practically reflected in the iris of your eyes as she hovers over you.

"It's okay, we have...that end taken care of." Vinyl says as she giggles and plunges her pussy down on your dick in a slow, pleasing motion. You don't understand, but you'd trust Octavia with your life itself and Vynil seems just as equally true to whatever she meant by...plan. You're too blinded by the pleasure as Vynil starts to rock her hips softly as she rides your dick. As you feel the sweet and soft lips of Octavia's pussy on your lips.

Just as Vinyl promised, Octavia doesn't force herself on you hard enough to block your view, and damn is it a good one. Just as she promised, she and Octavia put on a good show, they kiss with heir tongue tips wrestling as hands grope and squeeze their breasts making them emit loud moans down each other's throats. Vinyl slides and bounces on you at first with a slow and steady pace, then she makes her motions rapid and yet no less fluid. Her gyrating legs and thrusting hips smoothly glide on you as you feel the inner muscles and rippling walls squeeze and pulse softly as they massage and pleasure you with every single motion.

Meanwhile Octvia's sweet, tangy lower lips are seated comfortably on your mouth and tongue. You lick her softly and moan as you feel her thrust softly rubbing her pussy on your face a little more forcefully. You're view isn't obstructed and you still see Vinyl as she looks down at you with her sapphire shades and smiles at you.

"Enjoying yourself down there?" She says as she bounces and gives her nipples a little pinch the sight pushing you closer to an orgasm faster than earlier. You manages to nod before resuming using your tongue on Octavia's honey pot. You lick; lap, suck and kiss the tender, delicate hot wet flesh as the other set rides and milks you. You wonder if Vinyl is close, you hope she is.

"Oh...oh Vinyl, I...I don't know how much longer I can..." You say before wrapping your lips on Octavia's pussy and whipping the tip of your tounge against her hard love button. Octavia moans and cries out as the puffy pink slit tremble and pulse softly as she then sighs and gasps from a stream of her pussy juice sprays down on your face.

You heard that the experience isn't as pleasing as they make it out to be, but it's pleasant for you. The warmth of her juices as they drip and rain down onto your face and hair getting it frizzy but in a good way as Octavia scoots over to the side and holds Octavia's cheek softly. The two females smile warmly at each other and kiss again. It's soft and lovingly and not as passionate or sexual as they kissing from before, but maybe that's what drives you and Vinyl over the point of no retun. You gasp and she moans and then cries out as you both say in unison..."I'm cumming!"

Then she plants her pussy down on you on last time and your penis stiffens and shudders as it starts to spurt and shoot streams of warm, sticky jism into Vinyl's pussy. The three of you are exhausted but satisfied. Octavia cuddles you on your left, and Vinyl, as she pulls out of you with a soft sticky noise. She cuddles you to your right. The pull out bed now out and an Afghan blanket now covering the three of you. They both purr and hold you close as they take the belts and headbands off. "So...You gonna stay with us for a while Anon?" Octavia asks sleepily as Vinyl blows and softly kisses you ear before giggling in it, ahhh pillow talk.

"Course I am, but I've got just one question for you both." You reply as you gently stroke both sets of their soft; icy blue and charcoal grey hair. Vynil opens the night table drawer and brings out a smaller glass tube but after lighting it again you get another whiff of that now all too familiar smell of weed. She takes a long drawn out toke before passing it to her girlfriend then finally to you. the three of you just lay there naked sweat cooling in the night air the haze of the good stuff making time slow down and everything just feel all calm and peacfull. The only noise coming from the dark apartment is the ocassional snack the girls help themselves too when those aformentioned muchines kick in.

"What did you do to deserve us?" Vinyl say as you pet her hair tenderly and kiss the top of her head.

"You know, I was wondering...you girls want waffles for breakfast? Or French toast?" You ask chuckling softly as you feel them snuggle up closer and tighter to you. They don't awnser, but you know in your heart....that they don't need too...not tonight.