Snowbound in the Embassy (Corrie in this World)

Winter finally made it's presence known just a few days after Corrie and Octavia's date. A piercing cold wind now crept through the streets of the city, caressing everyone person and pony alike with it's chill. There were a few beings hunched over in the streets leaning into the wind and bemoaning the fact they had to be out in the weather, no doubt.

When a courier Pegasus came yesterday to hand her the winter's weather schedule Corrie firmly believed they were trying to yank her tatas. Magic is one thing, sure. But this is weather control, and on a scale absolutely unfathomable to the young woman's mind. It was only until she sheepishly asked Vinyl about it this morning, that they did indeed, control the weather. Vinyl really looked shocked at the fact that on her world, they didn't.

As a precaution then due to the oncoming ice and snow, she sent the office staff home early as well for a long weekend off. The two guards refused to leave their post, so she dismissed them with a pouch full of bits to get provisions for themselves and gave them an extra set of keys to the offices below. At least they didn't have to stand out there and freeze to death.

But in the here and now we were. Standing at the tall window in her living room looking out at the growing grey sky as a herd of Pegasi moved in the clouds. The quiet chime in her mind's ear telling her it was now noon in ponyland.

She stood there for a while, perhaps an hour or so, just sipping her coffee while watching the multicolored winged creatures bring on the winter. Systematically moving the unruly things into their proper places. Some kind of elaborate dance of shuffling the clouds together meshing the right color schemes in the right places.

By some unseen agreement the group breaks off from the clouds, making slow lazy circles in the air until they all come together in a big group. She can hear them singing, no doubt some of the gyrations up there were a form of dancing and flying combo she's never seen before. After that they split apart and reform in one great long line that stretched as far as Corrie's eyes could see in the sky. With a brash cheer the pegasai all folded their wings as one, slowly tipping over backwards until they started falling from the sky.

Corrie realized she was holding her coffee cup in a vice like grip while whispering 'No' to herself over and over again. It looked like all their wings were locked up tight to their bodies and they were plummeting from the sky. Before she can turn to run out of her little apartment to the grounds below something changed.

Every single wing shot open with a snap that could be heard and felt through her body. Another triumphant yell as one from the Pegasi as they shot back into the air, fueled by some unseen magics they hurled themselves faster and faster at the clouds base. Extending one hoof in front of them at the same time they pierce the clouds. In a flash the pegasi were gone, swallowed up in the grey ceiling of clouds. With the rumble sound of receding thunder, the first snowfall in this strange land had arrived.

Just fine. That's what the lady standing in the window would have told you she was feeling at that moment, had you asked. Small tears at the corners of her very bright eyes. A shine lay over the hazel that seemed to reflect the inner joy she felt but couldn't describe. A tumultuous churning of feelings in her chest made it feel like her heart would burst. Nothing in her life, here or before, could have prepared her for the joy she felt at that moment. So, just fine. It would have to do.

After the display of the Pegasai winter crew, she went to her little work space in the attic. One of her Trauma Kits long since converted to a miniature fabrication machine sat on the table in front of her, tools of her trade scattered haphazardly on it's surface as well.

The little sounds of hissing and crackling as it worked on making the casings for her Ares rounds. The small hoppers on top of it closed and full of raw materials for it to work with as needed. Every twenty minutes or so she would hear a happy chime noise come from the machine, a tiny 'tink' noise as the newest member of the family landed on the pile below it.

She was tapping her foot slowly, listening to Antiq-N-Roll in her mind's ear from her music collection. She started earlier with music from her generation, but Momma Cat taught her an appreciation for the older long before the music of her generation piqued her interest. A lot of it was cheesy, sure. And redundant? Oh gods yes. But it was made by hand, and with primitive machines. How they produced so much sound and emotion with what little they had to work with back then was nothing short of a miracle to Corrie.

But it was also fun to sing, and fun at Karaoke on the weekends after a hard work week to boot. She'd never tell any ponies that. Damn their souls no. She'd seen what happens when word gets out some human has musical ability. They get dragged into random bursts of spontaneous musical numbers complete with backup singers. Drek that.

Shuddering at the thought she tries to banish it with newer tunes. A little Maria Mercurial would go down well right about now. As the first few notes of 'Murder by Music' starts she's already humming along and reaching for her soldering gun. It was time to get to work.

Leaning back in her chair and stretching languidly, she can't help but feel a moment of pride. It looked like crap, there was some duct tape still melted to the top of the headband, but it was done. On a little tray before her now sat the fruits of her hours of labor. A crappy looking pair of headphones that wouldn't be out of place on a cheap pre-awakening walkman, and a little pink quartz the size of her thumb. It was flat as a piece of paper and as thin as her fingernail. A small metal diode protruded out of the side.

Her stomach reminded her just moments before the alarm in her mind's ear went off. Six p.m. in Ponyland and time for dinner. Taking a moment to clean up a few areas before turning off the lights, she closes up the attic and locks up.

Tray in hand, she places it on the dining room table before stopping at the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water. Tapping her foot to her music still in her mind she hears a knock at the door. Finishing the water she places the glass bottle in the sink gently before heading into the living room. Turning on the Smartlink to her gun by route she opens the door.

A little purple wool hat with a matching yarn ball on top dangles to the side of a shivering grey ear. A thick woolish looking coat dyed grey with purple trim. Four adorably small purple winter boots. And one tooth chatteringly cold Octavia stood at her door.

"Trogs's Tits what are you doing here?" Corrie exclaims, She reverts to Cityspeak, surprised at seeing the grey mare at her doorstep.

Octavia gives her a look, little lips shivering as she tried to speak "F-F-F-f-fffff- freezing" is all she gets out before Corrie ushers her inside. Gently leading her guest to the couch she helps her take her coat and boots off, tossing them haphazardly on the floor while the shivering mare leaps onto the cushions of the couch.

Corrie goes into her bathroom and grabs a towel. For good measure when she passes through her bedroom she grabs the quilt off the top and takes it with her.

Sitting on the couch she pulls Octavia closer to her, making sure they both are facing the same way. Wrapping the shivering bundle of adorable in her quilt, Corrie gently removes the little purple hat and tosses it on the floor. Using her hands, she gently massages Octavia's frozen ears with her hands. After a few moments of being bundled she can still hear Octavia's teeth chattering a bit. Grabbing the towel she wraps her main up in a messy tower to dry.

She gives the mare in the blanket a few rubs on her forearms and back before standing up. "You need a hot bath. I'll be right back" Corrie says finishing her sentence already in the bedroom heading for the tub in the next room. After starting the bath she returns to her frozen companion.

"Corrie?" She can hear a voice though the apartments main door. "Hope you don't mind, we brought up her things." One of the guards peeks his head through the open doorway his horn glowing with a faint silver aura.

"Thank you" She tells him warmly. "Place it all on the table, please?"

With a nod he floats a little backpack into the room next to something that looks like a crock pot. They land with nary a clatter and the auras dissipate from them.

"Have a good night, Diplomat. Octavia." he tells them with a wide smile at Octavia before looking back at Corrie. Wiggling his eyebrows at her, he closes the door gently.

Rolling her eyes at the closed door she returns to the couch. Unwrapping the protesting bundle, she decides that the time for decorum is passed, she's still shivering. Bending her knees and leaning forward she picks up the now protesting grey mare. "Enough. I'm gonna drop you" Corrie barks while laughing at the squirming bundle in her arms.

Octavia feeling how warm Corrie is decided to let the matter rest for the moment so she settles down in her arms. Snuggling her head into the woman's chest she wrinkles her nose. "S-s-s-sss-ss Stinky". She says. The daintiest 'A-choo' Corrie has ever heard escapes Octavia's lips.

"Jesus fuck you're adorable" Corrie tells her while placing her in front of the tub. "I'll go and boil some hot water for you. I'll be right back." As she turns to go she feels Octavia's hoof grab her hand gently.

"S-ss-tay" She stammers, teeth still chattering lightly. "pp-pplease". Octavia looks up at the human with wide purple eyes.

"Okay fine. I'll stay" Corrie answers her. Straightening up she starts to turn away from the mare. "I'll turn around so you can get...." Stopping herself from saying anything else so she didn't look like the world's greatest fool.

Octavia gives her a level look. With one slow motion she undoes the clasp on her little collar and it falls to the floor gently before her. "Naked?" She asks in a flat tone.

Corrie sits down quickly in front of her. Crossing her legs she brings Octavia into her lap gently setting her down. Bringing both her hands up she places them on each side of Octavia's face and draws her near. Kissing her gently on her lips, she slowly feels Octavia's mouth warm up and return the pressure on her mouth and her kiss.

The pair sit on the the bathroom floor hungrily exploring each other's mouths with their tongues. Corrie taking the initiative by starting off with gentle prods against her lips when they tiled their heads to explore each angle of their locked lips in the newfound pleasures within. Octavia's growing hunger and boldness more than a match for the woman she now wrapped her forearms around Corrie, sitting up and leaning into her human lover's body.

Corrie returns the favor by placing her hands on her shoulders, lightly caressing her fur and flesh underneath with her figertips. She is rewarded by small moans of pleasure escaping through Octavia's lips when their mouths would separate for air, panting for breath in each other's mouths. Neither one willing to move one millimeter farther so they can resume kissing as soon as they catch their breath.

Corrie remembers somewhere errantly in her mind that she promised Octavia she would go at her pace. Something felt wrong, out of place. After sliding the palms of her hands down the mare's forearm she stops at her hooves and gives them a squeeze. Pulling back a bit in the fog of the moment "Octavia" she breaths out her name gently. "We have to stop."

"No. Why?" Octavia tells her just as quietly, a tiny whisper of a thing as she lowers her head to plant little kisses on the humans slender neck.

"I'm getting wet." Corrie tells her in a soft tone. Hating herself for moaning right after she said that, she still moves a bit under Octavia who matches her movements by lifting herself up a little and lowering herself down again once the human under her adjusts herself on her rump.

"I am too." Octavia tells her in the same whispered voice. "Look" She takes one of Corrie's hand and places it on her chest right above her heart. Staring into the hazel eyes of her lover, she feels her knees grow week from the hunger she sees in those eyes. Slowly she takes Corrie's hand and guides it slowly down her barrel to her belly.

"No, Octavia. We have to stop" Corrie tells her.

"Why?" Octavia pulls her head back, frustration clearly showing in her face. Can't those tiny human eyes see how much she wants this to happen too?

"I'm getting wet. The bathtubs overflowing" Corrie tells her, trying not to grin.

"Oh." Octavia looks down now and notices for the first time how Corrie's pants were getting soaked with the rapidly cooling water from the tub being absorbed into them. "Oh! Corrie! I'm so sorry." She starts to stand up, placing her hooves on the woman's shoulders to help her balance when she does so.

On impulse Corrie darts her head forward while Octavia is halfway to standing. She nips the flesh of the mare with her teeth right where the mons pubis would be for a human woman. She's rewarded with a gasp of surprised pleasure from Octavia and the sound of one of her legs convulses, hoof hitting the tile in rapid succession. Tack tack tack echos through the small room.

Octavia looks into the eyes of her human chair and growls. Corrie laughs and gives her one more quick kiss on the lips before the two separate, Octavia moving over to turn off the tub, Corrie to stand to head to the bedroom to change her wet clothes.

Octavia turns back to the woman after she stops the flow of water into the tub. "Hey" She says.

"Yes?" Corrie asks, walking gingerly on the slick tile so as to not slip.

"You are still stinky. Come join me in the tub when you get those soaking wet clothes off?" Octavia asks her in the most sultry voice she can muster.

"yachad ytakh ze hamakom ha'ahuv alay, pretty pony." Corrie tells her, turning back and walking slowly to the tub.