Vinyl Calling

Octavia sighed as she trotted through the front door to her apartment in Manehatten. Her date had been a total bust. It had been the 5th date with the Trottingham violinist Sharp Flat and he had yet to make his move on her. All Octavia wanted was a good rutting, but being prim and proper as she was, it wasn’t something she could just ask for.

Nonetheless she had set out that evening to have intercourse with her coltfriend. She wore the most expensive perfume she owned and wore the dress she had purchased for last year’s Grand Galloping Gala. She had even purposely not worn the matching panties. Not that ponies normally wore clothes or anything, but leaving out something that counted as undergarments had always felt sexy to Octavia and it usually turned her on a great deal whenever she didn’t wear any beneath her clothes; which wasn’t often. Despite all that Sharp had not made his move on her and she was left excessively horny and no stallion to please her.

“Seriously, who do I have to fuck to get laid around here?” she called out to the empty house in frustration, dropping her usual distaste for the use of swear words.

Reluctantly, Octavia decided she would have to please herself. Luckily she had the entire house to herself at the moment as her roommate Vinyl Scratch, AKA DJ Pon3, was out DJing at a new club in town and likely would not be home anytime soon.

She was just passing the DJ’s messy room when the pocket in her gown began to vibrate. The buzzing sending a tingling sensation down her side to her hungry marehood. Miffed at the continual delay to her intended activities she pulled out the vibrating device to see who was calling. The caller ID read “Vinyl.”

Why in Equestria is she calling me at this hour?

She was about to pick it up when the voicemail beat her to it and the device ceased its vibrations. It was then that a very lewd thought came into Octy’s mind.

I could use this to help pleasure myself when she calls back.

Fueled by her overwhelming honyness she abruptly changed direction and entered the DJ’s room. She stripped out of her dress and tossed it to the floor by the bed. She then took a seat on the edge of the bed and laid back. She was immediately assaulted by the DJ’s scent. For some reason smelling it made her feel even more turned on than she already was. On cue the phone began to ring once more. As predicted it was Vinyl calling once again. Any lingering thought as to why her roommate was calling so late left her mind as she began to press the vibrating device to her glistening marehood that was already leaking her juices.

“Oh buck!” she moaned as the vibrations sent tingles throughout her whole body.

Why hadn’t I done this sooner, she thought as she continually moved the vibrating phone in and out of her vagina, not even my dildo feels this good.

As quickly as the buzzing began, it stopped as once again the voicemail picked up. However Octavia failed to noticed as she pressed the device in at an increasing speed. Even without the vibrations a wave of lust spread through her body with each thrust. Her marehood als began to get more and more soaked by her juices as they began to spill out and begin to wet her roommate’s wrinkled sheets.

Octavia’s rational mind poked though her hornyness as she realized she had no idea how to explain the wet spot on the bed if Vinyl arrived home and found her there. This burst of reality was shattered as the phone erupted once more in vibrations from another call from Vinyl.

The vibrations starting just as Octavia’s clit winked out and pressed against the phone. Octavia thrust her hips against the phone and her hoof at the sudden rush of vibrations on the most sensitive part of her anatomy. She let out a loud moan as the action caused her to fall off the bed, but Octavia could honestly have cared less. She just set her front hooves on the bed, arched her back, stuck her marehood into the air and continued to thrust the phone into her slit as it vibrated.

Once more the phone ceased vibrating as her voicemail picked up the call once more. This time Octavia noticed it because falling off the bed had disrupted her rhythm. She panted heavily as she impatiently waited for the DJ to call her again. With each breath she took in more of the DJ’s sent, now mixed with her own from the puddle under hur muzzle. To keep the her place on her way to her orgasm she left the phone protruding from her marehood and moved her hoof to massage her erect nipples. As she did so she let out small high pitched moans.

Finally Vinyl called the phone once more. The vibrations wasting no time in pushing her over the edge. She immediately came as she experienced one of the most intense orgasms she had ever felt. The phone was pushed out of her marehood and fell to the floor as the orgasm washed over her.

“Oh, yes, Vinyl yes, Fuck YEEEEEEEEES!” she screamed against her better judgment.

When the orgasm finally passed Octavia felt a sudden wave of tiredness wash over her. Basking in the afterglow of her masterbation session she instinctivly crawled back into Vinyls bed. Her brain failing to realize that it was still the bed belonging to her roommate and not her own as she drifted off to sleep.

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Across town Vinyl sighed as her phone battery died leaving her stranded at the club with no way to contact her roommate. Reluctantly she stepped out to the edge of the sidewalk to flag down a taxi.

“Dammit Octy, this cab ride is gonna cost me tonight’s pay.” she muttered as she waved a hoof at a passing cab.

Author's Note

my first attempt at a clop fic...how did I do?