Harmonic Rhythm

by Fireflower

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, DJ P0N-3, Anthro, Drama, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Romance, Octavia, Slice of Life
Length: 6752

One shot clopfic: Octavia Melody x Vinyl Scratch; based off of the tumblr comic by Dekomaru, presumably takes place before the season five episode, Slice of Life. A chance encounter between two mares ends with a shocking discovery about one another.

Octavia is known for being one kind of pony: a musician who is willing to memorize the entire composition of notes written upon a sheet and still have the time to practice it by heart and soul; however, today is different for her because she has taken a vacation to ease herself from the next upcoming concert in the near future.

Little does she know, she is not the only musician going on a vacation: Vinyl Scratch, a composer who improvises with the use of electronics to bring her audience shock and awe, is also in the mood for rest and relaxation before going back into action like usual; of course, she never considered the possibility of meeting up with somepony.

Eventually, the two mares in question came around and are compelled to share a single room due to a clerical error in judgment; as they start spending the night in the brief reprieve from the real world, they both start to learn a little more about themselves and each other in the very process thereof.

Published 2017-08-29 03:30:11 UTC
Last updated 2017-08-29 03:30:11 UTC

Duet

Author's Note

My name is Fireflower and this is my nineteenth My Little Pony fanfic, this time using anthropomorphic canon characters; however, this is also my twelfth fic with a main focus on clop alone so unless you're in eighteen plus panel, stop right now and hit the back button.

As for continuity and timing, this would be set somewhere in before the season five episode, Slice of Life, hence the circumstances for the two main characters along with the choice of setting featured in the story.

Anyways, I just want to state for the record that My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters belongs to Lauren Faust and Hasbro; also, considering that the fanfic itself is inspired by the aforementioned tumblr comic, all credits should go to Dekomaru instead of me.

Enjoy it as you are, my dear friends.

Duet

The clinging and clanging of such metal gears against itself was heard throughout the cold distance as their innate structures had served to provide the monotone percussion all across the way at once. The identity to this very cause originated from a bell that despite being painted in gold was made of brass, possessing many dents and crack yet capable of withstanding the vibrations and echoes it had gave. It was currently hanging around and about as it swung back and forth in an arc during the aria, already held firmly in place by a pole stretching outward that had been fitted in to touch two opposite sides.

Outwith the gargantuan instrument itself was but the uniformed sight of taller structures as the cacophonous percussion had started to subside altogether in due time. Zoning out up high as at least a dozen stories tall was a clock displaying a face with but an acute angle, its own thin arrows already pointing to the large digits nearby. A big red flag was found at the rooftop, already waving around over the otherwise ligneous shingles that were predominately out among the towering behemoths. Residing a mere variable stories from their own skylines were but two kinds of people within the metropolis: the many pedestrians wandering and countless drivers too. Kowtowing to all of this and heaven too were many thin blades of some plant–based lifeforms in the vicinity carved into the stony pavement so minutely yet unnoticed. Spreading around were the many oxygen atoms that were instantaneously being in use by all in their entirety, whether they have been inhaled or exhaled in the process.

Of the many buildings that stood out and about within the vast and magnificent conurbation, only one was needed to be on display. Although predominantly adorned with but a rich chocolaty coating of bricks, there was a pillar of gunmetal adorned with gold orbs. At least a score’s worth of rows were windows already plastered upon the structure, each of them outlined in a copper framework. Resting firmly on the top, the top of the building had possessed a skylight that was spherical in contrast to its overall cubic state. The red textile had served as the awning, already hovering over the entrance as it resting in the middle of a black asphalt curve. “The High Saddle Hotel” a sign down in front had read, its preponderantly white text just resting against a jet black background.

Inside the building, however, was a different story: aside from the sepia flooring, the hallways were bland, something that many wouldn’t mind. Of the few whom were found outwith the line of doors, a lone gray equine had walked past them lugging a black case behind along with two bags. The traveler in question had wore but an elongated black coiffure with its own tresses already running down past the very waistline all at once. All that the young gray mare wore upon her body was a blouse colored in a shade that clashed with her mane and coat along with a pair of jeans. Staring out from the light purple irises, its owner currently focused on a small line of black text that read “ROOM 566” against the white door.

With a card in hand sliding in and out from a slot, the young gray mare had quickly opened the door almost immediately, instantaneously all at ease with her newfound surrounding themselves. The very ceiling and background in their entirety had matched the style that the hallway she had came from not too long ago; however, the flooring was different as it had been colored in blue. Only two black chest of drawers stood about: one was opposite of the bed, its comforter clad in royal purple befitting marvelous majestic mountainsides; the other nearby carried one pink lamp. A window was found across from her line of eyesight, already granting her a view of the urban landscape in which the hustle and bustle of its denizens went on like a motion picture in action. Two doors were also found in the wake of the discovery: one was closer to the young gray mare, standing on the left; the other, also on the same side was further away but nearby the windowsill.

Walking towards the bed, she wasted no time placing her items aside gently as she sighed, “ah. Here we are. I’m glad to finally get to my room. I think I’ll take a little rest before I begin practicing.”

“Oh yeah!” another voice was heard by the young gray mare, accompanied by a creaking from the door, “DJ PON3 is in the house!”

The fact that someone was now entering her room all of the sudden caught her off–guard in the midst of disrobing; even so, it was another mare. Unlike the young gray mare who promptly put her shirt back down upon her body, it was a white unicorn who had brought along a big black chest. Even though the bright mare had wore a blouse just like her, it was a tad shade lighter than the former’s coat, revealing a bit more of its owner. Donned over the white unicorn’s eyes were a pair of sunglasses with a deep purple tint that was darker than the bed where the observer had stood. All that the bright mare had wore upon her legs were a pair of black trousers, its right leg being shorter compared to the otherwise torn left side. Yardages total of blue were found to be coloring the white unicorn’s spiky mane and tail in two different shade with the lightest all in the middle.

“Ah!” the young gray mare had squeaked out.

The bright mare moved her sunglasses over her horn, revealing her eyes as she had exclaimed, “Octavia Melody!?”

“Vinyl Scratch!?” the titular occupant called out before she had jumped into a brief inquiry with her target simultaneously, “what are you doing in my room!? Your room!? I was given a key card to this room!”

Considering that none of the mares tried to answer their collective questions they had both scurried out from the room they were both just inside of. Although neither of the two treated the situation as a confrontation, they themselves all had one thing in common: there was now need for some answers. This strange coincidence shared by the young gray mare and her white unicorn counterpart were only enough to drive each other all right into the lobby. Simply stating a solution would best be suited to any of the hosts that were now running the hotel, if not an explanation to their collective conditions.

Standing right in front of the two equines was another mare, except she was rather different being only a brown pegasus. She wore a big red blouse with some longer sleeves than any of the guests’ attires put together, her hands upon some keys. Set up in front of the brown pegasus’ hazel irises were but a pair of eyeglasses that were smaller and more clearer than Vinyl. Some black tresses were found upon the bespectacled onlooker but in a shorter hairstyle than Octavia, touching the nape.

“I’m so sorry Ms. Melody and Ms. Scratch… there must have been an error that assigned you two to the same room… and I’m afraid we have no other vacancies at the moment…” the brown pegasus struggled to speak as she sat in front of a mirror, her fingers pushing upon a board the was connected to a monitor upon the desk.

The white unicorn sighed, jabbing her left elbow into the young gray mare’s shoulder, “welp! Looks like we’ll be sharing a room! Right, Tavi?”

“You can’t be serious…” Octavia grumbled, trying to ignore the sensation, “how would that even work…?”

“Think about it: two well–known musicians sharing a hotel room!” Vinyl had laughed heartily before turning away.

The young gray mare groaned, smacking her forehead before leaving as well, “oh yes… give the news media something new to gossip about…”

“Thank Celestia!” the receptionist sigh, taking a stand before feeling a wet plop, revealing a plastic shaft, “I thought they would never leave!”

It wasn’t long until the two equines had returned to whence they had come from, already coming to terms with their situation at hand. While that they both had managed to obtain what was desperately needed, any tensions between them were kept at room temperature. Of the duo, the white unicorn rested herself upon the bed after taking off her shoes while Octavia had reached for her large black case.

“Great, I guess I’ll skip the nap and jump straight into practice…” the young gray mare had said, pulling out a cello with bow and string in accord.

Vinyl climbed off of the bed to Octavia’s surprise and had replied, “good idea! I better practice for my show tomorrow night.”

“So much for a quiet practice session…” the young gray mare sighed, watching the white unicorn open the chest, “goodbye peace and quiet…”

“Ah… Ah… Mm… Ah!” some faint moans were heard above the two as they were accompanied by some thumping about.

Vinyl had quickly pulled out some blue headphones from the black box and responded, “you don’t have to worry about me, Tavi. I’ll be using my laptop and headphone. Not enough room in here to set up my equipment. Besides, I’m not your main concern about noise. This is a hotel after all.”

Octavia was aware of this factor but turned her attention to the wooden instrument in her grip, determined to achieve her own goals anyway.

Time had passed on through space alongside with the inhabitants whom were drifting aimlessly as the stars amongst the never–ending blackness floated on, each of them to prompt any wayward traveler to harken back to the memories of life when the richest beverage kept their spirits up until their next destination and from the mouth of madness. Of course, time itself was the only thing that remained constant in the ever–changing plane of existence where many variables had came in all shapes and size, coexisting alongside either in unions or divisions thereof as they transcended boundaries without incident to say the least; then again, almost all of them succumbed to the folding sooner or later. This interval however would prove to be a special case since that there were those who have found themselves still standing rather than stumbling and falling to the depths of their failure nonetheless; however, not all of them were doing so as the whole wide world turned on its own axis: out of many of those in question, there was indeed two no less.

The two mares had now found themselves seemingly untouched by time and space altogether, investing their own efforts into their euphony. The young gray mare was grinding her bow and string upon the cello gently, producing a faint sonata that would have screamed eternal bliss. The white unicorn immersed herself in a sea of bombastic drones pulsating in and out of her ears as she was focused onto a compact electronic.

Just when it had seemed like that Vinyl was satisfied with the heavy bass and treble that brought her pleasure, she had adjusted her headphones to be greeted by new musical notes, this time now originating from Octavia herself who played onward a single solitary solo that was far from silent in the very least.

“Huh…” the young gray mare had sighed, finishing her session to be greeted by the white unicorn’s agape stare, “oh, am I bothering you?”

“Oh–uh no, I was just watching, tis all; don’t tell anyone, but, despite my career choice, I have a thing for classical music: I’ve always wanted to incorporate a little classical in my music, but I never even touched a non–powered instrument… huh?” Vinyl answered all flabbergasted as she guided her eyes towards Octavia’s amethyst orbs.

The young gray mare gave her wooden device to the white unicorn and said, “don’t tell anyone I let you hold my cello. It is basically my husband and you’re the first and only other mare who will be allowed to touch him. Just hold him like this against your shoulder. Now hold the bow like this across the strings. Now gently pull on the bow across the strings. So, how do they feel?”

“W–what?” Vinyl squeaked as she felt Octavia’s bosoms squished against the former’s back, the soft impact causing a discordant note to be played from the latter’s cello almost immediately, “oh shit…!”

“Come on, I stand in front of crowds a lot; I’ve gotten to know when ponies are staring at them…” the young gray mare chuckled as she crossed her arms underneath the cleavage, already aware of the white’s unicorn’s visage tinted red.

Vinyl had waved both of her own arms in sheer astonishment and quickly replied to Octavia, “hey now! If it’s about that rumor about me making out with that chick a month ago, that’s all it was!”

“It never fails to amuse how ponies react to me catching them staring at my chest…” the young gray mare sighed before turning away, “I’m done practicing for now. I’m going to take a shower.”

“Geez, I thought Octavia would be one of those stiff, classy types…” the white unicorn sputtered as she was briefly left alone.

It wasn’t even long until the aforementioned occupant returned to the bedside, now clad in some hot pink undergarments as she went towards one of her black bags, “excuse me for a moment! I forgot something. I don’t trust hotel shampoo so I bring my own. You can join me if you want. You can get a closer look that way.”

“N–no thanks!” Vinyl quickly shot back as Octavia had returned to the doorway, “I’ll just wait my turn… Geez she’s doing this on purpose! I’ll just focus on something else… Huh? She left the door open. I bet it’s a trap… And I just took the bait…”

Almost instantaneously, the white unicorn had decided to trot after where the young gray mare had went into, being the very same place where the latter had quickly changed out of the clothes. The flooring within was drastically different since it was merely a clustering creamy set of ceramic tiles on the ground, a monochromatic arrangement of purity that was adorned beneath. Every wall was painted in a light coat of a faint beige, contrasted by the creamy orange ceiling right above that had just witnessed Vinyl currently making her hasty entrance all too recklessly. While that the lavatory had no windows whatsoever, it did however possess a mirror like the ones in the living room albeit in a rectangular shape that was being shared by the sliding doors. Nevertheless, the white unicorn had found herself instantly accommodated with the presence of a toilet, a sink, a hamper, and a bathtub with a shower head poking outwardly from a wall as well.

Sure enough, the white unicorn was greeted by the sight of Octavia’s bared body; the latter’s rather vast cleavage being among the downstream. The hot, soothing atmosphere born from the running waters dousing the young gray mare whom was already in the tub had created lukewarm vapors. Octavia placed her hands upon the jet black mane as water had shot out of its nozzle and onto the moistening tresses, giving them its loosen texture. With the young gray mare now becoming drenched in the running compound, only Vinyl herself was found to be at a loss of words in the process. Octavia’s sopping wet coat had also meant that the witness could even see a violet treble clef was worn upon its owner’s flanks, despite not doing so.

“Uh oh, I think I left the door open; don’t worry about it Vinyl, I’ll be out in a few minutes…” the young gray mare giggled, aware of the issue.

The white unicorn scurried out of the bathroom where Octavia showered on and panted, “okay! I definitely need to focus on something else…”

Vinyl then turned her attention back onto the electronic device that was resting flatly all upon the jet black strongbox. The white unicorn adjusted her sunglasses and headphones as she returned complete focus on the small screen upfront. It didn’t take long for her to be getting lost in the echoes of time spent with the heavy usage of percussion blaring. While that Vinyl had already found herself freed from reality’s domain, the pleasure she had indulged was fleeting. Even the white unicorn understood that it was only but a matter of time before the young gray mare was finished.

Speaking of which, as soon as the song ended, she had turned around to find that Octavia now exited the shower, now clad in a green towel. As such, Vinyl now taken the signal to return to the bathroom, this time having the complete luxury of being all alone in there completely. Nevertheless, the white unicorn was able to lock the door behind herself so as to not allow the young gray mare the opportunity for revenge. The stardust memories of not too long ago were still being played back into her mind, thanks to the scent and sensation of moisture and heat. Although that Vinyl had just stopped to smell them all, she had started to strip away the articles of clothing that were hugging her white coat. Now that the white unicorn was only wearing a pair of bridged black quavers upon her flanks, she had then stepped into the bathtub slowly. Amongst the three knobs, she had placed her hand on one in the middle and then the nearby knobs as well; before long, water shot out of its nozzle. Sure enough, Vinyl was currently becoming drenched in the running compound, instantaneously embracing the lukewarm reception provided.

The white unicorn had reached for a magenta washcloth and a yellow bar of soap; now, she was ready started washing herself, just as Octavia done. The ears were her first target as the small piece of textiles went both inside and outside of them with ease, cleaning away the debris instantaneously. Secondly, Vinyl had started scrubbing her face, starting with the cheeks as the dirt and soot that which clung to her flesh long ago were being wiped. Next, the white unicorn bristled around her own neck with the soapy washcloth before washing underneath both of her arms, spume seeping down. Then, she had scoured her small bust and shoulders, some soapy foams being left behind as they had dripped around and downward to her lower torso. More bubbles then circled gently around Vinyl’s tail and flanks as the magenta washcloth had been already soothingly polished them simultaneously. Soon, the white unicorn bent over and started washing her cannons from top to bottom until the hooves were reached as they were scrubbed as well. The moment she was completely covered in foam, the shower nozzle had been fixed onto her body again, suds slithering right down into the drain.

Using the very same water, Vinyl had doused her spiky blue mane gently as the very compound soaked all of its tresses completely. The white unicorn had reached for a small bottle on a rack beneath the nozzle, squirted a small liquid on them, and lathered about. As soon as her own locks had turned into a lighter shade, it was then cleansed of the very foam almost immediately all in due time. Repetition followed as Vinyl had spout some more of it, lathering her unkempt mane once again with increased fruition, and rinsed it. It wasn’t even long before the white unicorn switched out one bottle with another from the same rack she had obtained it from earlier. Likewise, she had squeezed it in the same area like she did before, this time with feeling while lathering about before being rinsed.

Soon, Vinyl’s whole body finally became drenched in water completely, she quickly turned off the nozzle, stopping the downpour upon herself. The white unicorn had then opened the sliding doors and quickly stepped out the small bathtub carefully as her hooves landed upon the floor. Aware of the moisture dripping down her body, she had went to the closet nearby, picked out a hot pink towel, and had dried herself off at once. Vinyl used the cloth dry her loosen blue mane in hopes of ceasing the dripping water from turning colder than its now lukewarm temperature. Eventually, the white unicorn had decided to unlocked the door and walk out of the bathroom, uncaring of the lacking of clothes upon her body.

“Oh?” the young gray mare had sniggered softly, now clad in some red pajamas, “is this supposed to be payback for teasing you?”

“No, just like you, I thought I was going to have a room to myself so I didn’t pack anything to sleep in…!” Vinyl replied, walking right past Octavia to lay upon the bed after casting aside the pink towel.

The young gray mare following the white unicorn and had said, “hey… I’m sorry for teasing you…”

“Nah!” Vinyl had sighed almost instantaneously, “it’s cool. I shouldn’t have been starting anyway…”

“I’m sorry if I’m prying, but… is that rumor really just a rumor?” Octavia had asked as she sat down upon the comforter.

The white unicorn exhaled and answered the young gray mare, “I met this really hot chick with a large rack just like you at one of my shows. I took her back to my trailer and we started making out… Somehow, some dude got past security and was peeking in on us through a window. Our make out session got cut off by the sound of security chasing the guy. Then the news got out and I had paparazzi and news reporters at my home the next day… In my field of music, ponies associate us with sex, drugs, and wild, out of control partying… Well… I’m an example of the sex part… I do my best to maintain a good public image. But one small slip up and the media will capitalize on ruining your career…”

“If you don’t mind, may I use your laptop?” Octavia had asked, “I would like to show you something…”

Vinyl had quickly directed her undivided attention to the aforesaid electronic device still resting upon the chest and nodded off all at once. The white unicorn decided to sit upward as the young gray mare pushed some keys all upon the auxiliary half, a line of text quickly formed. Afterwards, Vinyl was greeted by the sights of another mare, sharing the same traits as Octavia albeit with an all–black attire so revealing.

“Wow, I never took you for a fan of Mistress Treble Clef; she about as sexy as she is mysterious: I wish I could play with those tits… so why did you want to show me her site anyway?” the white unicorn exclaimed, taking in the overwhelming details that had concerned the eponymous equine standing against the black background.

Sure enough, the young gray mare struck a pose and gave out an answer, “because I’m in the same situation as you…”

“No freakin’ way!” Vinyl stammered on as she had learned something new: despite the mask being worn upon Treble Clef’s face, the pose she had made was mirrored by Octavia’s flawless congruency; as such, the mare on the screen was none other than the latter standing in front of the former, “are you really Mistress Treble Clef!?”

“You just want more convincing, don’t you…?” the young gray mare instantaneously laughed, opening up her top half of her sleepwear.

The white unicorn had soon said, “hey, I need all the convincing I can get! But now I know what you mean. If anyone other than me found out your secret identity, your music career would be totaled…”

“You can be certain someone has told a reporter we’re sharing a room…” Octavia replied, “that’s enough to start our downfall…”

“Well, in that case, let’s give them something to talk about: how about we hit up the snack machines and watch a movie?” Vinyl suggested.

The young gray mare started to cast aside her red blouse and had said to the white unicorn, “oh, I bet I know what you’re planning and I’m game! I might have made a video of Mistress Treble Clef doing something like this.”

“As long as I get to join in on the fun…” Vinyl had laughed, “it’s a good thing that the hotel we’re staying in doesn’t allow any sophomores…”

It wasn’t long until Octavia casted aside the rest of her sleepwear before trotting out to the door all at once. With the turning of the knob, the white unicorn had started following the young gray mare out of the room. Like long ago, the two equines found themselves all alone with no other lifeforms anywhere in the vicinity. A pair of machines had been found with their collective lines of sights: the left colored red; the right clear.

Another mare was found nearby the machine whom, like the two in attendance, was without a shred of clothing upon the body. Like Octavia, she had a long, smooth mane; on the other hand, it had only two colors, similar to Vinyl’s mane: orange and brown. The bystander in question also had donned an orange coat upon herself, matching her own eyes that were marred by frustration. Donned around the orange mare’s neck was a crimson rectangular device being held by a black string, touching her firm bosoms. Since that the bystander herself was in the altogether, both ponies that were standing about had noticed her sheath being darker.

“Aw… they’re out of my favorite soda… hey, great minds think alike, right; don’t mind if I take a group selfie, do ya: I just need something new for some alone time, you know what I mean?” the orange mare had requested all too freely.

It wasn’t long until all of three equines had now agreed to get into position, striking a pose as the bystander on Vinyl’s left taken off the item. Removing it with the left hand, the orange mare now held out her electronic firmly and started interfacing with it, pulling up an application. Its owner had then caught a small glimpse of a moving picture; at the time, the white unicorn only adjusted her fingers upon the right hand. Sure enough, the young gray mare had crossed her arms underneath the succulent cleavage as the orange counterpart had extended her arm. Even though that Vinyl had stuck out her tongue in the very wait, neither mare on either of her sides had bothered to care about the issue. Soon, there was a great white flash that had passed over their very grins, lasting only but a brief millisecond before the device’s owner left.

The white unicorn inserted some coinage into the red machine and made a selection; before long, a bottle had dropped down into the vacant slot. Afterwards, Octavia did the same thing, albeit with a different machine that was already nearby, greeted by the sight of some foodstuff obtained. Upon acquiring their objects of desire, the two mares had found it fitting to return to their own room, once more with feelings of satisfaction.

As Vinyl sat back down upon the bed, bottle in hand, she had said “you know, sooner or later that selfie is going to pop up on the internet, right?”

“For what?” the young gray mare said to the white unicorn, “so no one has to imagine me naked anymore? Too bad they don’t know my alter ego.”

“Oh yeah… serious question: why did you become Mistress Treble Clef… extra money?” Vinyl asked, opening the beverage all at once.

Octavia sat on the adjacent side and answered with a faint melancholy, “like I said earlier today, I can tell when people are looking at my tits. Imagine being on stage with thousands of eyes doing exactly that. Somewhere along the line, I’ve gotten to like that kind of attention. So I became Mistress Treble Clef as a way to enjoy that attention without risking my career. I guess after tonight, that’s not going to be a factor anymore.”

“Wait, so you like it when ponies stare at you?” the white unicorn had instantaneously replied, currently blushing once more with feeling, “does that mean you actually liked it when I was staring?”

“Of course… to be honest, I’ve been staring at you too: you have nice curves that flow perfectly; I’m just top heavy… it’s strange how we have developed an interest in each others bodies; I regret teasing you before: I really wanted you to join me in the shower so we could explore each other’s bodies…” the young gray mare had said, laying aside with her left hand upon her bust.

As Octavia switched hands and reached her whispering eye, Vinyl copied along and replied, “well, it’s late, we’re in bed and we’re naked…”

“Now seems like a better time than ever to do some exploring…” the young gray mare had whispered about smiling, “farewell Treble Clef…”

Aroused by the passive Octavia, the white unicorn had realized it was time to take action; after all, they had the means, motive and opportunity. Vinyl had bent down face first onto the young gray mare’s bust and started to fondle them slowly with her tongue, making the latter moan slightly. Soon, Octavia felt herself hardened as the white unicorn suckled on such a figure, leaving behind ribbons of saliva upon the former’s own cleavage. The young gray mare’s moaning then intensified when Vinyl’s teeth had started chewing over the bosoms, causing the former to run her hand in. Even though that Octavia’s luxuries were now being met, it didn’t mean that she had let herself laze about because they were both on vacation. Because of the white unicorn’s unyielding efforts, the young gray mare had pushed her own digits in and out of the corresponding fork rapidly. While Vinyl was accompanied by the legatos of Octavia’s emitting, the former had gotten a taste of the latter’s opaque contents all in due timing. Of course the white unicorn smiled about as she had drank away the contents provided for her, unperturbed by the unsurprising results thereof.

Vinyl had now descended upon her target’s sheath, her tongue slipping out the mouth and slowly sliding into the latter who removed both fingers at once. Soon, the white unicorn started licking the contents of the young gray mare’s already moistened whispering eye, tickling about before slowly sliding in. Octavia had moaned slowly yet loudly for her own fork was being played around, Vinyl’s tongue already running right around the former’s spreading legs. The white unicorn had barely helped herself but drooled every time the pink tongue was sliding in and out of the young gray mare’s sheath repetitively. In no time, Octavia had gave out more small moans which then turned into some loud yelps of happiness, thanks to Vinyl’s rather untamed exploration. Needless to say, the ecstasy of the two mares who had only each other for company was nevertheless unbridled, reciprocity being cause and effect. The sheer cold from the white unicorn’s icy tongue had caused an achromatic fluid from the young gray mare to squirt right upon the former’s mouth.

Then, Vinyl had started to shift her weight upon Octavia gently until both of their bodies were now mutually inverted towards one another, the former’s shoulders making contact with the latter’s kneecaps as their respective mouths now aligned with their sheath in between themselves. Like such, the white unicorn had started to mollycoddle the young gray mare‘s whispering eye playfully by using a few of her own fingers to trace around the edge, earning a moan from the latter at once before sticking out a tongue into the former like what had done to the owner earlier. Vinyl swayed her waist reactively but only more lightly for a few times and moaned quietly in delight while caressing her bouncing bust before proceeding to repeat what was done before, slurping and licking whatever was left that the timid Octavia had given the former not long ago. Each time the young gray mare had felt the white unicorn above her stimulating, excavating, and licking the rather narrow fork, it started to make the former do the same; sure enough, the latter had grasped onto the target’s rippling flanks and started rubbing up and down upon them both. Such arousal had caused Octavia to go deeper as she had then stretched Vinyl’s cheeks wide for more room to lick around them; because of all this, their instantaneous moaning were quickly stifled by their lips and the tongues pleasuring each other with rather reckless abandonment. Then, they had started to transfer so much stimulation in between themselves rather quickly that their own respective fortitudes were instantaneously expelled inside one another: of the two, the young gray mare was now so entrenched in the moment she had begun to lose control of herself.

Vinyl decided to lighten the weight upon Octavia’s body and sit gently upon the latter’s forehead, supporting the latter’s weight with both arms. Nevertheless, the white unicorn’s sheath was still aligned directly over the young gray mare’s mouth, something that they didn’t care about. Within due time, Vinyl had moaned only slowly yet loudly now that her own whispering eye was being played around by Octavia’s own tongue. The white unicorn barely helped herself but moan as the young gray mare now had full control of the entire portion, granted by the former. In no time, Vinyl had only recited a steady legato of felicity, thanks to Octavia’s rather untamed exploration provided by such an opportunity. For what it was worth, the young gray mare returned her hand over the fork and polished it while focusing upon the white unicorn above her. All fruits of their exploits now plucked by Octavia’s tongue hadn’t been in vain despite the past performance she and Vinyl had partaken in. Surely, the white unicorn had now suddenly broken off from the young gray mare completely, leaving the latter to bask in the atmosphere.

It wasn’t long until both equines at separate but equal ends completely after sitting almost close to each other with their own distended ample legs. With their sheaths now nudging closer to one another, Vinyl and Octavia had both started jarring against themselves very slowly as they interlocked. All at once in an instant, they had moaned again as the friction made by their movement kindled with but rising intensity at an approaching zenith. Excitement was just around the corner once more as the equines shifted their weight for support as their clashing coats had started to perspire about. The tenacious milling about between one another’s whispering eyes had started to increase in momentum, bouncing to and fro against themselves. Both the white unicorn and the young gray mare had moaned loudly once more like before as the former soon regained an advantage over the latter. Sure enough, however, the equines’ forks were soaking about in their own essences completely, staining the purple comforter along in the process.

Afterwards, they had started to wrap around each other lightly and gently, already locking lips and exchanging some breaths in the interim. They were still in the altogether as their eyes closed and faces nearing each other as the two of them had already kissed each other at once. Unsurprisingly, it had started to grow only stronger, making the tenants more eager to explore one another’s mouths with concupiscence. Their ecstasy had caused them both to reside all onto the stained blanket with Octavia residing below Vinyl, continuing about tongue–tied.

Sure enough, silence had now returned to the very room as the occupants were huffing and puffing greatly into extreme exhaustion as they now burned with passion. Their sensuality had started to subside in the process as they slowly drifted off into slumber all too soon, no longer bound by the licentiousness that drove them. Movement between the two was brought to an absolute minimum as they had returned to sleep already, this time without the textiles adorned upon their bodies.

As the mares slept soundly throughout the very night, the clouds high above them had dispersed slowly but surely very in the process. The big blue sky that harbored the shining stars had changed colors, no doubt the progress of the golden sun currently rising upwardly. A flock of birds were now found to be taking itself to a high level within their new flightpath, singing their own hearts out and about. All that was left to complete this very scene were stray pedestrian in any varying state of being traveling throughout the metropolis.

“Morning, sexy…” the white unicorn greeted.

Sure enough, the young gray mare found the strength to break away from the embrace and yawn, “I guess it’s time to prep for tonight’s concert…”

“I think I’m just gonna lounge around until tonight…” Vinyl said to Octavia, “so I guess after today we probably won’t see each other again…”

“It’s going to be quite boring without you…” the young gray mare had sighed as the white unicorn now sat upward.

Vinyl rejoined Octavia almost immediately and had responded, “screw it! Let’s stay together no matter what! Even if our careers are at stake! It’s not like were the only celebrity lesbians around!”

“Heh heh!” the young gray mare had laughed softly, locked into another embrace by the white unicorn, “you know what? Practice can wait!”

Vinyl now descended upon Octavia’s sheath once more with vitality, her tongue slipping out the mouth and slowly sliding into the latter without warning. Soon, the white unicorn had started licking the young gray mare right away, tickling the latter’s whispering eye about before slowly sliding in all at once. Octavia had moaned slowly yet loudly for her own fork was being played around, Vinyl’s tongue already running right around the former’s spread legs. The white unicorn had barely helped herself but drooled every time she was sliding in and out of the young gray mare’s sheath repetitively in the process. In no time, Octavia had gave out some more small moans which then turned into loud yelps of happiness, thanks to Vinyl’s rather untamed exploration. Needless to say, the ecstasy of the two mares who had only each other for company today was nevertheless unbridled, remnants from last night’s ordeal. The sheer cold from the white unicorn’s icy tongue had caused an achromatic fluid from the young gray mare to squirt right upon the former’s mouth.

“Hey Tavi, remember when you said you had wanted me to join you in the shower last night; how ‘bout I take you up on that offer…?” Vinyl snickered.

Octavia responded by osculating the speaker and had answered back, “why not; we still have the time, Vini…”

Soon, both of the ponies had started to wrap their arms around each other lightly and gently once again, their eyes closed and faces within vicinity before quickly locking lips almost immediately. Sure enough, the kiss they had shared once more now strengthened, growing more eager already for their mouths to finally open up with such feelings, tongues finally slipping out to meet again. Suddenly, the young gray mare and the white unicorn were now left all alone to their devices, quickly repeating what they had done just last night before falling asleep in one another’s arms.