Those Damn Fingers - (Octavia Masturbation Clop)

Octavia glanced at the wind up clock on the nightstand. She had just enough time to do this before before bed tonight. With a sly smirk to no one but herself in the darkness of her bedroom, she starts the usual ritual by licking the tip of her right hoof gently, while moving her left hoof slowly down her body.

She gives a quick sharp inhale as her hoof meets one of her tiny grey teats. Moving it gently with with the flat of her hoof she manipulates it to giver her hardening darker grey nipple a light pinch. A momentary spasm of pain followed by the brief pleasure that follows gives her a small sigh. And then with a little giggle she stifles by biting the hoof by her mouth she realizes she had the image of Corrie gently pinching her in just that way. Tiny slender metal fingers giving just enough pressure on each side of her swollen and very sensitive nipple.

With a start Octavia freezes for a moment, blush coming hard to her cheeks. She hasn't thought of that before. Something...New. Odd. Do some humans pinch their nipples like some ponies do? Her tiny little teats so strangely on the tops of their 'chests', and Corrie's wasn't even a hoof-full! But she had those fingers. Long slender promises of secret places explored thoroughly, of places hooves and even perhaps her toys, couldn't explore. Those damn fingers!

It all started when they agreed to take it slow. Date nights, luncheons, that sort of thing. A leisurely pace for all three of them to adjust to the idea of being a herd. Well, more for Corrie's sake then theirs. Vinyl and her have been together for a little while now. It was a good thing in retrospect. Humans were very contradictory creatures, after all. One moment full of bluster and bravado. The next moment insecure and retrospective. But even that wasn't the most frustrating part.

What Octavia found frustrating was that Corrie talked. Not a lot, or at a great length of any things she really didn't have a handle on. And not more so than any other mare (or chatty stallion) did. Her voice wasn't unpleasant either. It was that she talked with her hands. Big gestures, small gestures. Tiny angry gesture of one finger in the middle, usually accompanied by a flustered look at something she was really displeased with. She tried to explain it to Octavia once. It was part of her species non-verbal communications. Something about the "Italian Syndrome", whatever that was. The grey mare was pretty sure if she tied Corrie's hands behind her back, she wouldn't even be able to speak at all! A lascivious grin briefly crosses her lips at the thought of the bound and naked woman on her back.

And it wasn't even her hands really. It was those fingers. Wrapping themselves around wineglass stems. Casually parting and running through her hair. Even watching them wiggle when she was embarrassingly caught dancing with herself, some unheard music in her mind dictating the beat. Watching her write her notes and communications for work, tip of her tiny pink tongue sticking out just so from her mouth in concentration. Nervously chewing on the flesh and bone 'fingernails'. Occasionally looking around abashed when she realized she was trying to chew absentmindedly on a metal one. And Octavia found that she couldn't stop herself from watching them. Those damn fingers!

Looking up at the ceiling she allows herself a guilty smile. Since the first meeting with Corrie didn't go so well, thanks to Vinyl jumping the gun (considering that thing the little human carried with her, it may have not been the right idiom but the words sounded right all the same to her), she'd been pleasantly surprised by the redheaded woman.

Buck! Octavia realizes her pacing was slowing down with her thoughts. Redoubling her efforts she starts moving her other hoof with her saliva coated tip down her body quickly she spreads her legs a little wider and shuffles a bit on the bed to make herself comfortable. Feeling the tip of her hoof reach her marehood she bites her lower lip as she runs the slick hoof tip down her slightly pulsing lips. Excitement mixed with anticipation makes her jump as it quickly slides over the sensitive nub of flesh it was aiming for. Her right hoof shakes with a quick spasm that trailed down her leg, leaving her senses reeling for a moment. Celestia! It's been ages since she's done this!

Moving her teat in a small circle while pinching her nipple sporadically, she turns her hoof flat and moves the tip up to spread her lips just a little bit, mind you! A naughty peep show in progress for an unseen phantom lover. Moving her hoof flat again she places the tip on the top of her clit while moving it also in a slow rotation. She lets a little moan escape her lips at the same time she imagines seeing Corrie's face hovering over her sex with a lascivious grin. Fingers gently raking the top of her pubic area, fingers spread just enough to leave little furrows in her fur.

Octavia could tell she was close, but she needed just a little more than this it seems. With quick and frustrated movements she hopped off her bed to grab her hair brush on the nightstand. Grabbing the now conscripted sex toy, she begins sucking on the handle to get it nice and slick, she rolls it with her tongue, imagining the long plastic thing was a finger. She jumps back onto her covers making a satisfied cooing quietly to herself.

Instead of returning to her usual position, she instead hooks the head of the brush through one of the carved highlights in the headboard. A brief smile of anticipation on her lips as she used her hooves and steady it in place with a couple of hair ties. Wiggling it a bit and satisfied it won't fall off if she wasn't too forceful with it, she turns around, facing away. With the heat of a very large blush burning in her cheeks and her sex, Octavia bends her forelegs and presents herself to the brush handle, plot in the air, tail raised and to the side.

Imagining it was the redheaded woman moving said tail she could feel her plot quiver in anticipation. She slowly leans backward, giving out a gasp when the brush handle just touches her slick entrance. Feeling just the tip of it slide into her, there was some resistance from the rest of the brush. Moving her forehoof back down under her body she spreads her lips a little more, and returns to rubbing her clit, faster now with just a hint more pressure. Her juices now coating her inner walls and by virtue of her movements, and the new slickness inside, her brush slowly pushes deeper into her.

Octavia can feel her clamping down on the brush already, only partway inside. She wasn't sure if other mares were as sensitive as her, but she could swear she could feel every hill and valley of the brushes rubber handle. Moving her hips up and down now, increasing speed just a little, the new sensation of the brushes tip scraps the top of her slick tunnel. She lets out an involuntary gaps. Resting her head on the bed now, she repeats the same motions over and over, faster and faster gaining speed. She could here the sounds of her slick hoof sliding across her clit in ever shortening circles, but gaining speed with the promise of the impending orgasm.

"Just a little more" she pants out loud to herself. Faster and faster she goes, striving for her release. Biting her lip she can imagine Corrie above her, her right hand pressing down on her head, keeping it still under her while she leaned into Octavia's plot from behind. Running two of those cool, metal fingers inside of her.

She was almost there, she was panting now,her breathing was coming after longer intervals. Holding her breath she relaxes her hips, feeling all the tense muscles in her hips, thighs, and legs release. A stray random thought crosses her mind before she comes. Corrie biting her ear and whispering "Come for me" in a wholly deep and sexy voice while fucking her with those little metal fingers.

Slamming her plot all the way back against the bedboard she hilts herself with the brush handle. Riding it up and down while treating her clit like a redheaded stepfilly (Sorry Corrie!) she now tenses every muscle again, ever fiber of her being holding down that growing pressure, fighting with it, knowing the release will be all the more sweeter for keeping it in.

With a few more guttural noises to break the rhythm of the thump, thump, thump of her plot on the headboard she comes. A great wave starting from her throat and sliding all through her body, gaining force and pleasure with every nerve leading to the culmination of her leaking some of her juices past the handle and down the headboard. She covers her mouth with her free hoof and moans into it quietly.

A few moments of self gratifying bliss later, Octavia finds herself back down in Equestria. Barrel heaving with the explosive breaths escaping her. She tries to clamp down on her abdomen muscles that are already in the process of releasing waves of her receding orgasm in little aftershocks rippling through her body. Celestia damn it, what was it? Why and how could such little things, such tiny. dirty little things really, compared to their hooves, cause all this? And even just in her own imagination! Those damn fingers!