Random Lil' Kinks

Vinyl Scratch and Octavia both had sore back hooves. Octavia had been standing straight up to hold her cello's bow properly, and to use Vinyl's turntables, you couldn't sit or put pressure on the records. They had tried hot baths, and they had tried lotion. They had tried the spa. None of those ideas worked. As they were running out of ideas, Vinyl squirmed uncomftorbly. "Vy? What is it?" Octavia asked. Vinyl said, or rather, mimed, out "Lick our hooves?" Octavia was dumbstruck. "What? No! That's more disgusting that the floors of the bar you work at!" Vinyl gave Octavia puppy eyes. "...Fine. It's not like we have any other ideas." Vinyl mimed out "Woo! My idea has passed the Octavia test!" Octavia rolled her eyes lightly.

10 minutes of awkward squirming later...

They had tried licking their own hooves, but rather quickly figured out that ponies weren't quite that flexible. They had eventually settled on licking each other's hooves. Octavia slowly peeked out her tounge to lick Vinyl's foot, but rapidly recoiled at the taste of sweat and bits of week-old mare juices. Vinyl licked Octavia's feet, and had no problem. Octavia scrunched up her face, and licked again. The taste was still horrible, but it gave less trouble than before.

Suprisingly, Vinyl's hooves had a very smooth texture. Despite what everything else would show, Vinyl kept good care of herself. Even though Octavia was enjoying herself, every now and then, she would gag as random splashes of dried vodkas touched her tounge. She never had been one for any alcohol other than light wine.

Vinyl was getting tired, and mimed as such. "Tavi, my hooves feel better. Yours?" Octavia nodded. "Let's stop, alright?" She gave one last lick, and then split apart, going into their private rooms after saying/miming a goodnight. Octavia stepped inside her room. Her back massager was lying on her bed. She picked it up, put it on her hoof and turned it on.