Part-Time Seduction

Octavia had only even woken up in two different beds.

When she'd been younger, though in truth it had only been a few years ago, she'd woken up every day to the same floral wallpaper and lilac bedsheets. Often she'd been woken up by a servant ringing a bell outside her door, and had had to wrap her pillow around her ears and roll over to block the sound out.

More recently, she would've quite appreciated anypony at all caring when she got up. The bed in her current flat was lumpy and cold and, despite the lack of curtains, the merge grey light that marched in through a single, dirty window wasn't enough to wake her up in the morning.

This bed was neither of those beds and, owing to a combination of inexperience with new beds and the distant aftereffects of the most intense orgasm she'd ever had in her life, it took her a whole six seconds to remember where she was.

This room was nothing like her flat: the bed was soft and warm and, in her first six seconds of conscience, Octavia rolled her head lazily to look around. There was a lot of red: dark red wallpaper, a shaggy crimson carpet, and matching drapes which glowed with a soft golden light as the sun filtered lazily into the room as if it had all the time in the world. An ornate wooden cabinet bore the only off colour decorations to be seen: a vase full of white roses, each perfectly in flower, filling the room with the scent of summer.

That much observation took six seconds. After that, Octavia's eyes widened abruptly.

She sat up suddenly, blushing. She was lying on top of the covers, rather than underneath them, and was still naked. As she moved, she could feel various sticky patches matting her fur and she grimaced; she had no idea how long ectoplasm took to wash out.

Vinyl was nowhere to be seen. Reluctantly, Octavia slid off the luxurious bedcovers and sunk her toes into the carpet. Her joints aches and her blush continued to intensify as more and more memories of the night before returned to her. The memory of what she'd agreed to do later that day caused a particular stir. She groaned slightly.

"Celestia, what have I gotten myself into?"

An open door at one end of the bedroom revealed a small but lavishly appointed bathroom and, feeling squeamishly at the sticky patches stretching from her belly to her hair, Octavia decided that Vinyl could wait, wherever she was.

Half an hour later a cloud of steam stepped out of the bathroom and shone briefly in the sunlight before Octavia waved it away and wrapped herself in the towel that she had used to dry her hair. She was about ninety percent sure that she'd gotten all of the ectoplasm off, but the stuff in her hair had stuck like nobody's business. The ectoplasm wasn't the only thing that was gone: the burgundy dress and lacy underwear that had been so rapidly discarded last night was nowhere to be seen.

Octavia frowned. The towel would have to do for now.

Octavia sniffed the air. As the steam from the bathroom left the air the scent of floral shampoo was being replaced by something... unique. It wasn't necessarily an unpleasant smell; it was just unexpected, like finding out that your next door neighbour collected vintage porn magazines: it was certainly something you could hold a conversation about, whether you wanted to or not. It was a bit like fresh popcorn and chocolate, with a hint of... bacon? Cautiously, Octavia opened the bedroom door and looked into the hallway. It was empty, but the smell was stronger out here and the unmistakable sizzling of oil trickled down the corridor.

Vinyl Scratch looked away from the spitting frying pan she was tending when Octavia peered into the living room's kitchen annex. "Morning sleepy!" she beamed.

"What in Equestria is that smell?" Octavia asked. It had become unreasonably strong once she had reached the kitchen and was no less confusing.

"Breakfast!" Vinyl replied, ambiguously. Octavia grumbled half-heatedly at the unicorn's cheerfulness and slid onto a stool beside the polished stone table in the centre of the kitchen: she'd never had much of a head for mornings and it seemed somehow unfair that Vinyl could spend just as long in clubs as she did and be this chipper before four-pm.

"There's coffee in the pot if you want some."

Ah. That might explain it.

"Any tea?" Octavia suggested, adjusting her towel as it threatened to fall away from her. Vinyl turned from her pan again with one eyebrow raised.

"I thought you'd given up on all that hoity-toity stuff?"

Octavia looked defensive. "It's just a drink!" she complained. "I happen to like it."

Vinyl rolled her eyes conspicuously and turned back to Celestia-knows-what she was cooking. "There's a pot of leaves in the right-hand cupboard." She said, gesturing with her free hand. "Help yourself."

Octavia slid off the stool and began to rummage, one hand still holding her towel up.

"Oh, err, Vinyl?" she began.

"Yes?"

"Where in Equestria are my clothes?" Octavia deadpanned.

"Oh yea," Vinyl began. "I put them in the wash. They were filthy."

Octavia blinked. "What am I supposed to..."

Vinyl turned her head, expectant.

"You know... wear?"

Vinyl looked puzzled. "Are you going somewhere? I thought you'd be hanging around here until tonight."

The two looked at each other in mutual confusion until Octavia realized that, with the exception of her cooking apron, Vinyl was completely naked.

"Err." Octavia began.

Vinyl twigged at about the same time. "Wait, you wear clothes at home?" she asked, puzzled.

"Of course!" Octavia exclaimed. "Who doesn't?!"

Vinyl grinned. "Well me for one." She cocked her head. "You're still so fancy, Octy. Lighten up!" She grinned, "You know Fancy Pants could ask for all sorts of kinky things right?"

Octavia blushed. "I... Hadn't really thought about that."

"Think you can handle it?"

"I'm not at stuck up as you think, Scratch! You'd be surprised."

"Oh?" Vinyl looked curious. She flicked the heat off on the stove and sashayed forwards. "How, exactly, would I be?"

Octavia realized the hole she had dug for herself. "I- er-" she began, flustered "I've had plenty of st- er..."

Vinyl paused and looked at her, expectantly. Octavia groaned. "Cock. Cock, Vinyl. There. I told you that I'm not fancy."

Vinyl grinned. "Prove it."

Octavia just looked confused. "What? How, exactly? You don't-"

Octavia froze. Vinyl's horn was glowing softly; she'd untied her apron from around her neck to show off her perfect curves, but more surprisingly she had created a pale blue cock which protruded from between her legs as if she'd been born with it. Octavia licked her lips unconsciously; it was at least ten inches long and already rock hard. Vinyl must have noticed her staring, because she chuckled.

"I've known this spell for a while; it's more use than you might think."

Octavia was still starting, hypnotized. At some point she'd dropped her towel; her breasts were heaving slightly as she breathed and she could feel herself growing wet. Some small unaffected part of her complained that she had just showered. It was ignored.

"I..."

Vinyl looked at her expectantly again.

"I..."

"Yes?"

"I want it."

Vinyl grinned. "Better! Maybe you won't have any trouble with- Oh hey!" Octavia stepped forwards quickly and wrapped her arms around Vinyl's neck. Before Vinyl could react there was a tongue running across her lips and demanding entry, which she quickly granted, thrusting back with her own tongue and running her hands up and down Octavia's perfectly smooth back. Octavia moaned into Vinyl's mouth and stood up on tiptoes, letting the pale blue cock slide between her thighs like a saddle. She broke the kiss and gasped as Vinyl's cock pressed into her pussy and she coated it in cum.

"Now, Vinyl." she moaned. "I- It's so hard."

Wordlessly, Vinyl wrapped her arms under Octavia's thighs and lifted her up. Octavia's tits pressed into Vinyl's neck and she leaned down to kiss them, making Octavia moan again. The tip of Vinyl's cock pressed against Octavia's pussy and Vinyl could feel the other girl tense up in anticipation.

Vinyl eyed her with undisguised lust. "Are you're sure you can handle it?" she breathed.

Octavia thrust her hands up into Vinyl's electric blue hair and met her eyes with a euphoric gaze. "Just fuck me already!"

Vinyl relaxed her arms and Octavia sank down suddenly onto her cock, every muscle tensing up as the throbbing blue shaft speared her and pressed up against her diaphragm. She wanted to scream but she could barely breathe and she had to pull herself up with her shaking arms wrapped back around Vinyl's neck before she could either gasp or think. Vinyl's eyes were closed and teeth gritted, every twitch and spasm of Octavia's pussy squeezing her cock and filling her with pleasure. A second thrust expelled the air from Octavia's lungs again and Vinyl could feel Octavia cum running down her shaft onto her legs.

Vinyl ungritted her teeth carried a speechless Octavia across the room, finally collapsing onto the scarlet couch where Octavia fell forwards and pressed her breasts into Vinyl's face, breathing again when Vinyl's cock slid most of the way out of her and the bulge which had been pressing out of her stomach receded.

"V- Vinyl." she managed, still gasping for breath. "I've- never had one- this big."

Vinyl smirked: Octavia's pussy was perfect and she was closer to blowing her load than she would have liked to admit. "Well you'd better get used to it; everyone says that Fancy Pants is just as big."

Octavia's eyes widened further. "You can't be serious!"

"Yep. And it isn't just your pussy he's going to want." Vinyl lifted a finger to Octavia's mouth and ran it over her lips, meaningfully. Octavia hesitated slightly, but quickly unfolded herself from on top of Vinyl and sank down onto the thick shag rug, hands running over Vinyl's body and playing with her tits, now beaded with warm sweat, as she did so. Octavia eventually settled onto her knees in front of the couch and ran her hands over Vinyl's thighs, eyes meeting the monstrous blue cock in front of her. Despite her nerves, she licked her lips in anticipation.

Vinyl reached a hand down and began to toy with Octavia's hair. The thick charcoal strands were still slightly damp from the shower, or maybe that was sweat, and Vinyl watched eagerly as Octavia leaned her head forwards and began to run her tongue over the throbbing cock. She could only just reach the tip from where she was kneeling, and Vinyl quickly sat up to bring the head of her cock into easier reach and to press it forwards into the other girl's eager throat. Octavia gagged, but quickly recovered, running her tongue over the tip repeatedly and tasting the first drops of sickly sweet ectoplasm that were beading there. She moved a hand up and down Vinyl's length, firming stroking the rock hard shaft as her other hand moved unconsciously down between her legs and began to gracelessly mash at her clit.

Vinyl could feel the rough tongue running over her and clenched her jaw again, trying to resist the inevitable surge of ecstacy. Then Octavia lifted her hand up from her pussy, flicked a stray lock of hair away from her violet eyes, and winked.

Vinyl gasped and pushed down hard on Octavia's head, forcing the hug cock down her throat and making Octavia shudder with shock and pleasure as her eyes rolled back into her head. Without warning a torrent of ectoplasm shot from Vinyl's cock and coated the inside of Octavia's throat. The pure carnal shock made Octavia shudder as her own orgasm wracked her body and cum soaked her thighs. Vinyl didn't let up, more and more thick cum filling Octavia's throat and belly until it began to bulge. Octavia had never felt so completely satisfied, but the cum kept shooting into her in waves until she could no longer swallow and her head flew backwards in a torrent of electric blue ectoplasm which coated her face and mane and dripped from her exhausted lips onto her breasts.

As the searing-white ecstasy began to fade, Octavia's head fell down onto Vinyl's belly and the unicorn's spell finally dispersed, ethereal blue appendage fading away to nothing. Vinyl wiped some goo off her belly with a finger and licked it curiously.

"Hmm. Blueberries this time." She smirked. "It's just as well you didn't have any breakfast."

Octavia looked up at her dazedly, still recovering from the most intense orgasm of her life. "I guess I need another shower." she managed.

Vinyl agreed. They both did.