Octavia Impregnated

by Hopeful_Ink_Hoof

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, DJ P0N-3, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Porn, Octavia, Sex, Fetish
Length: 3935

Octavia and Vinyl decide to have a child

Octavia Melody and Vinyl Scratch have been together a while, and love each other very much. So they decide that it's time to have a child together. Fortunately, thanks to a gift from Rarity, they can do it themselves.

This story contains female to futa/intersex transformation, oral sex, and vaginal sex.

Published 2018-04-10 21:40:07 UTC
Last updated 2018-04-10 21:40:07 UTC

Let's Make a Baby

A groan escaped from Vinyl's dry and scratchy throat as she woke up. It had been such a good dream too: she had been made a princess, and had six Octavias to serve her various whims.

Her tail twitched at the memory of Dominatrix Octavia giving her a "proper lesson."

Rolling over, she reached out, groping blindly as she tried to hit the alarm. Its infernal electronic "beep-beep-beep" needed to be silenced. Yet the wicked machine eluded her groping hand, and each shriek made the ache in her head throb and pulse, making it all the more difficult to use her magic on it even if she was able (stupid anti-magic protection making it so I can't just use a spell to shut it up!).

Finally finding the alarm, Vinyl smacked at it repeatedly, hoping to hit some button or other that would shut it up.

At last, the horrendous electronic banshee ceased its accursed wailing.

With another groan, Vinyl climbed out of bed and got to her feet. She rubbed at her eyes as she walked, pulling at the crusty material that currently kept her blinded.

Not soon enough to keep her from bumping into a wall. She was able to open one eye enough to make out the blurry semblance in front of her, letting her realize she had been stumbling in the wrong direction. Now with a small amount of her vision, she was able to make her way toward the door and bathroom. As she went, she pulled off one finger-less glove and a leg warmer, leaving her completely naked.

The sound of the shower running reached Octavia's ears, drawing her attention from her book. Shortly after, the sound of dance music could be heard. Octavia could not help but smile as she imagined Vinyl dancing naked in the shower, the water lit up and changing colors in time to the music.

She should really film that some time.

Instead, she set the book aside and made her way toward the kitchen. Neither of them had been much when it came to cooking, but they did share the duty. As it was a day where Octavia was off from work, but Vinyl had worked the night and early morning, that meant it was her turn. So lunch was her responsibility.

And for what she had in mind, Vinyl was going to need plenty of energy.

Lots of hot water, some music and lights, a good scrubbing, and Vinyl felt much better. The smells of artificial fog, alcohol, and hormonal sweat had been replaced with the aroma summer strawberry shampoo. Her head felt better, the dull throbbing in it and ache in her neck washed away. No longer did the mysterious compound known as "eye crust" limit her sight.

She was ready to face the day... until it became night and she had to go back to work for another set. Then she was ready for that too.

Deciding that food was more important than getting clothing, Vinyl made her way to the kitchen go grab some grub.

At the sound of Vinyl's footsteps, Octavia looked up to see the other mare walking around naked (not for the first time, nor was it likely to be the last). As was most often the case, her purple gaze focused on Vinyl's perky little white breasts. Even with their small size, they held a slight sway to them with each of her steps. The silver of the barbell piercings glistened against the pale blue skin of her nipples.

Noticing Octavia's gaze on her, Vinyl smirked. She swayed her hips more, her tail moving back and forth with each step.

Clearing her throat, Octavia tore her gaze away from her partner's nudity.

"Good afternoon, Vinyl," she said in her normal, casual tone. "Lunch is ready."

There on the table was a plate with a large sandwich and fries ("chips" Octavia would call it). The teasing was forgotten as Vinyl sat down and grabbed the sandwich, taking a big bite.

A small moan of joy escaped the unicorn as she chewed.

"There's something I want to talk to you about," Octavia said while Vinyl was too busy to interrupt. "It's something I've been thinking about for a while now."

Vinyl's jaw clenched, shutting tight around the mouthful of food. Was she in trouble? Had she done something wrong?

Octavia looked down at the table and took a deep breath.

"We've been married for a while now," she stated. "We love each other very much, have become pretty stable financially, and have a pretty good routine worked out between the two of us."

"Yeah?" Vinyl said, raising an eyebrow.

"As such, I was thinking." Octavia licked her lips as she straightened up, fighting the urge to grab the table. "Perhaps it is time that we talked about taking the next step in our relationship. I think we should have a child."

Vinyl felt a surge of relief that she was not in trouble, then a fresh surge of anxiety as Octavia's words sank in. Swallowing the mouthful of sandwich she still had, she set the rest of it down.

A child.

Octavia wanted them to have a child.

Octavia wanted to have a child. With her.

A part of her honestly found it hard to believe. Not the part about Octavia wanting to have a kid. She always knew that was a possibility. It was more the idea that she wanted to have a kid with her. Because while she may not have been as wild and irresponsible as some of her fellow musicians, Vinyl did not really see herself as a responsible and sensible adult. Often, she felt like she could barely take care of herself, to say nothing of a son or daughter for eighteen years that would be completely helpless for the first two or three.

"Are you sure about this?" she asked.

With a sigh, Octavia leaned back, staring up at the ceiling.

"Admittedly, not one hundred percent. However," she turned to look at Vinyl again, "I do believe that we have reached the point in our lives where we are ready for the responsibility. I know it's a big step." Reaching out, she took a hold of Vinyl's hand. "But I believe that it is one we are ready for. That together, we can raise a smart, happy, and healthy child."

Some of the tension left Vinyl's body as well as her anxiety at the prospect. She was not entirely certain about her skill at being a good parent, but she trusted Octavia's judgement and intelligence. If Octavia thought that Vinyl was ready and responsible enough, then Vinyl was willing to trust her on it.

"Okay," Vinyl said. "So, how do you want to do this?"

A smile spread across Octavia's face as she leaned forward.

"First, eat your sandwich." Her eyes narrowed as her lips pressed firmly. "You're going to need all your energy."

With a small chuckle, Vinyl picked up her sandwich and resumed eating.

Octavia let her, waiting until she was more than half way through. As she waited, she shifted her legs, pressing them together. Although she would never admit out loud, she was actually a little aroused at the idea of being impregnated: her stomach swollen with developing life, and breasts filled with milk.

Maybe she could even let Vinyl nurse a little.

Once Vinyl had eaten most of her lunch, Octavia decided to explain her plan.

"Now, thanks to Rarity's special garment we are able to have one ourselves without seeking out a donor stallion or having to go through the expensive process of ova fusion." She leaned in, putting on her sexiest face. "I started my cycle today, which means that I'm fertile."

"Hold on," Vinyl cut in. "How come you're the one that gets to be pregnant?"

"Do you actually want to be the one who is?" Octavia asked.

Vinyl considered it for a long moment, trying to imagine what it would be like. Although she did not quite get to be "petite," she was on the skinnier side. Small breasts, narrow hips, even a small butt. Picturing herself pregnant was like imagining a twelve year old sticking a giant balloon under her shirt to pretend such a thing. There would be backaches, mood swings, itchy or sore breasts, morning sickness, and constant need to pee.

And that would not even be the worst of it. Both Vinyl and her brother had been complicated pregnancies, with Vinyl's (the younger of the two) ending up as a cesarean-section, and the doctor warning her not to risk having any more. While it did not necessarily mean she would have such complications herself, it did mean an increase risk of them occurring.

The idea of having to get her vagina stitched back together still made her shudder.

"No," she finally answered, "but still."

"Well, the main reason is health," Octavia stated. "While I believe that my job may be more stressful, yours has more matters which could potentially be hazardous to a developing child. Such as the vibrations of the music itself, the alcohol, and the chemicals from artificial smoke and... other materials."

"Tavi," Vinyl started, "you know I don't--"

"I know," Octavia cut in, holding up a hand. "And I believe you. However, just because you are not partaking does not mean that others are doing the same. As such, it is still possible for you to be exposed to it."

"Yeah," Vinyl conceded. "A contact high."

"Precisely."

Octavia stood up from that table.

"And now that you have finished eating," she leaned forward and stroked Vinyl's chin, "I'm going to head to my room and get ready while you do the same. Give me a few minutes before you come get me."

She then headed for the bedrooms, trying her best to put extra sway in her own hips to tease Vinyl.

Vinyl watched her go, eyes on that shapely ass in those black dress pants. Once Octavia was out of sight, Vinyl started to count to ten before getting up, and walking to her room.

At three, she shot up and ran as fast as she could.

In her room, Vinyl tried to remember where she had set the panties. It would not be with her normal underwear, although it would be fun to just whip it out of a pair of shorts, or having it hike up the front of her skirt in front of an audience. Still, she was careful not to do that. She was pretty sure that she wore them that last time, although it really did not matter. Whichever it was, they were always properly cleaned and put away...

Letting out a moan and smacking herself in the head, Vinyl made her way to her nightstand and opened the top drawer.

As expected, there were the magic panties. Between her blinking LED nipple clamps, and her vibrator. She grinned as she grabbed the baby blue cotton garment. Stepping into them, Vinyl pulled them up, giving her rump a wiggle to get it into the boy shorts.

The moment the waistband snapped into place, the magic began to take effect. A pleasurable electrical tingle formed in Vinyl's crotch, spreading up into her stomach and down through the inside of her thighs. Rarity had adjusted it so it was not so intense as when Vinyl had first done this, but it still felt pretty good.

It was also really freaky. Vinyl still had not gotten used to the sight of it as her vaginal hood and clit started swelling, pushing out from her body as it turned into a big, blue penis. Then there was the feeling of her vaginal lips fusing together and expanding, turning into the skin of her nut-sac.

With a small tug on her body, she felt the empty sac now become full.

Vinyl smiled as she reached down, grabbing her erect shaft and giving it a gentle stroke. She flexed her muscles, causing the length to twitch.

"What's that?" she asked her cock. She made it twitch again. "You smell something?" Another twitch. "Well, go get it, boy. Go get it." She then pointed it at the door, and started walking, letting her cock lead the way to Octavia's room.

There laid Octavia, stretched out in her bed. A pair of purple silk stockings covered her legs, and a similarly colored bow tie rested around her neck. That was the extent of her clothing as she laid on her side, hips tilted to hide her pubic area, and one arm over her chest to cover her nipples.

Octavia's purple eyes narrowed as she studied Vinyl. The nearly ultraviolet eyes that shifted between her tilted hips and partially covered breasts. The slight open-hanging of her mouth as she stared. The thick blue shaft that stood erect and twitched slightly.

Octavia gave a smirk.

"Well, well," she purred out. "It seems that someone is excited."

She then lifted her free hand, crooking her finger to call Vinyl over. She watched as Vinyl moved closer, then reached out and took a hold of the erect shaft.

For Octavia, it was just another sex toy. Granted a very realistic sex toy, but one all the same. If they stopped using it, she would be a little disappointed, but would get over it pretty quickly. Really, the only thing she would miss is how much Vinyl seemed to enjoy it.

Such as how Vinyl's eyes were closed and teeth bared as Octavia gave a firm squeeze on the shaft, stroking it from base to tip. A small bead of pre formed on the tip, running down the head and onto her hand.

Pulling the length closer, Octavia reached down with her other hand to Vinyl's sac. She felt the warmth and weight of it as she hefted them, giving a teasing squeeze to get that beautiful moan of excitement.

Judging from Vinyl's excitement, she did not need much in the way of foreplay.

But that would be no fun.

Octavia moved closer to the shaft and slipped her tongue out. She gave a long, slow lick, running over the head and catching a bead of pre. She then moved lower, slipping her head underneath the erect member. Pushing her tongue out as far as she could reach, she pressed the tip of it against the skin where sac and shaft met, then slowly licked up along the underside of the length.

Vinyl watched the teasing, her breath catching in her throat. It was not as pleasurable as actual sex with it, or when Octavia eats her out, it still felt enjoyable. Plus, there was something about watching Octavia in such a pose that appealed to her.

A part of her wanted to grab a hold of Octavia's head and shove the entire cock down her throat, then fuck it until cumming right into her stomach. Octavia was even able to take it. There was two problems with that idea, though. One was that would mean a waste of seed and prevent Octavia from getting pregnant. The other was that Octavia did not like that, and made it quite clear last time, when she bit down rather firmly.

Octavia opened her mouth wide and moved her head forward. She took the tip into her mouth, closing her lips around it as she traced her tongue along the edge of the crown. She sucked hard as she pulled back, letting the tip slip free of her mouth with an audible, wet, pop!

"Well, it seems you are quite ready," Octavia said as she pulled away, moving to sit up. "I, however, could use a stimulation." She leaned back, spreading her legs. "So how ab--"

A gasp escaped from her as she was suddenly engulfed in the pale blue glow of Vinyl's magic. Octavia was flipped back onto her stomach, facing away from the unicorn mare.

Octavia looked back as Vinyl reached down, taking a hold of her calves and stroking down to her hooves. The grasp then reached up higher, gripping at the thighs and stroking down to her knees.

Reaching up further, Vinyl took a hold of Octavia's tail. Gripping the base firmly, she lifted it up, giving a tug that sent tingles up along Octavia's spine. Vinyl's other hand gripped one of the firm gray cheeks, giving it a squeeze. It was always so firm. So shapely. It was something Vinyl always loved about her body. So such so, that she wanted to take a bite out of it like a ripe, juicy apple.

Octavia bit her lip as she felt Vinyl teasing and groping her, her breath catching in her throat. It escaped in a gasp of pleasure as she felt the sudden bite of her backside. It sent tingles of pleasure up along her spine. Her hips shifted, trying to get more.

Vinyl gave another nip before moving lower. She gripped the shapely and toned cheeks. squeezing and massaging them as she pulled them apart. Leaning in close, Vinyl brought her mouth to Octavia's nether lips, kissing them.

Closing her eyes, Octavia let out another moan of pleasure at the feel of Vinyl's lips against lower pair. She pushed back more, grinding herself against the other mare.

Tightening her grip, Vinyl pressed down on Octavia's butt, pinning her in place. Her tongue pushed forward, spreading Octavia open and sinking into her depths. Vinyl had explored those depths so much, she knew every part of it. Every little spot to lick to best tease or please the mare. She could do it blindfolded with both hands tied behind her back.

In fact, she had. Several times.

Octavia buried her head in the pillow, eyes closed and ears pulled back. Every touch, every poke, every lick sent thrills of pleasure through her body. She could feel the electrical tingles through her body, her increasing wetness, and the rapidly building pressure in her sex.

Finally, she reached her limit. Throwing her head back, Octavia cried out in orgasmic bliss. Her thighs snapped shut, squeezing Vinyl's head and holding it in place. Feminine fluids poured from her opening, coating the other mare's face in them. Every muscle in her private region tingle and twitched with pleasure.

It was one of the more intense and louder orgasms she experienced.

Fortunately, the entire house was sound-proofed.

As the climax subsided, Octavia released her thighs' grip. Collapsing against the pillow, she panted in the afterglow, enjoying the post-orgasmic bliss.

Her head free, Vinyl pulled up, taking a deep breath. She rubbed at the side of her head with one hand, feeling where Octavia had been squeezing pretty hard. The feminine fluids clung to her face, the scent filling her nostrils each time she breathed in. Something about it caused her shaft to throb, more of the pre leaking from the tip.

Moving forward and lowering her head back down, Vinyl placed her lips as the base of Octavia's spine, giving it a kiss. She then moved up to give it another. Then another. Each one was further up along her back, closer and closer to her neck. As she did, Vinyl moved to press her shaft against Octavia's thigh, stroking it up along the inside before nestling against the cleft of her cheeks.

Has it always been so warm? Octavia wondered as she felt the thick shaft pressing against her butt. She lifted her hips and pushed back, grinding against the warmth. Her legs spread wider, allowing for easier access to her wet lips and fertile depths.

Vinyl pressed her body against Octavia's, breasts against back and hips to rump. She buried her head into the other mare's neck, giving it a firm nip. Bracing herself with one arm, she reached down with the other, gripping her shaft. Her hips pulled back, the head of her cock stroking along the length of Octavia's backside as she moved to line it up with the waiting folds.

As the head lined up with the dripping wet folds, Octavia thrust backwards hard as Vinyl pushed forward. They both cried out in pleasure as the thick head split the wet lips apart, the length sinking in until reaching the medial ring. The two of them held still, enjoying the feel and letting them both get used to it.

Octavia recovered first. Her hips shifted, rocking up and down to grind against the ring and feeling the length moving inside her.

Taking that as a cue, Vinyl began to move as well. She pulled back, nipples and piercings rubbing against Octavia's back and sending small tingles of pleasure through Vinyl's chest. Her length slipped free of the warm wetness, pulling out until just the tip remained. She then pushed forward, sinking back in to just before the ring once more.

The two soon fell into a rhythm. Each would slowly pull away, slipping apart until they were just barely connected, then pushing toward each other until the ring pressed against the lips once more. The bulge would tease the opening before the two moved away again.

Having enough of the teasing, Octavia decided to do something about it. Adjusting her legs, she rested on her knees, letting her hooves free. Octavia lifted her lower legs, crossing her ankles as she pressed them against Vinyl's butt. When Vinyl thrust forward, Octavia pushed back extra hard, and shoved the other mare against her more.

Both cried out in pleasure as the rest of the shaft buried itself into the warm wet depths.

Giving in to her desire and pleasure, Vinyl picked up the pace. Her hips pulled back just enough to give a short, hard thrust, slapping against the shapely gray rump audibly as she sank in as deep as she could reach. Before the jiggling had stopped, she was pulling back to thrust forward again.

Octavia could tell that Vinyl was getting close. Reaching down between her own legs, she pressed two fingers against her vaginal hood and began rubbing. Each stroke sent thrills of pleasure from her clit to the rest of her body, quickly working herself up to another climax.

Despite Octavia's efforts, Vinyl reached her orgasm first. With one last push, she forced her way as deep as she could, holding herself in place. The shaft swelled, its tip and ring locking her in place as she unleashed shot after shot of thick, virile seed into the waiting depths.

Between her fingers and knowing what was about to happen, Octavia was not far behind. Her inner walls clamp down, squeezing the thick length and milking it for every potent drop that it could. Her body then pulled it deep into her fertile womb, where an egg was just waiting for it. Her legs stayed locked in place, refusing to let Vinyl even try to pull out.

Not that Vinyl wanted to. At the moment, all she wanted to do was push in as deep as she could, and unleash as much of her seed into the waiting mare beneath her as she could.

As their climaxes subsided, the two collapsed onto the bed, panting slightly. Coming back to her senses, Vinyl leaned forward, kissing along Octavia's shoulder and up toward her neck. One hand reached down, pressing against Octavia's stomach and rubbing gently.

"So, do you think it worked?" Vinyl asked.

"I don't know," Octavia answered. She then tilted her head to look back at her partner, and smirked. "We should likely try a repeatedly over the next few days, just to be safe."