Vinyl Scratch is Really Bad at Relationships

by chokingchicksandsodomy

Rating: mature
Tags: Octavia, Equestria Girls, Sex, DJ P0N-3, Romance, Rarity (EqG), Porn
Length: 4416

Vinyl's caught fantasizing about Rarity's massive cock instead of Octavia's, so Octavia concocts a devious retaliation.

Vinyl Scratch is willing to admit she's got her fair share of faults, but she's far from adulterous. Even if she does have a bad moment where maybe she likes to fantasize about some other pretty girl with a big tasty cock. Even if she does get caught once or twice or... maybe several times.

She's fortunate Octavia is understanding enough to only be slightly furious with her.

Contents: futa, spitroasting, cuddly affectionate lesbians, really big futa dick, Vinyl being infatuated with said really big futa dick, more futa, and maybe, possibly just a touch of hot girls with penises.

Published 2020-07-26 17:20:00 UTC
Last updated 2020-07-26 17:20:00 UTC

Like, so Bad

Vinyl liked to think that excuses were the thing besides music she was best at making, but even she knew when it was best to just shut up and not push her luck.

For instance: when her lovely, amazing, beautiful girlfriend came into the living room to find her sprawled out on the couch with her panties around her ankles, her fingers stuffed in her snatch, and a picture of Rarity clutched in her free hand…

Not a problem at all. She said she was just imagining Octavia in the outfit Rarity was wearing, and a few minutes later she was happily bent over the couch enjoying the quick, hard fruits of healthy, honest communication.

It was the third time Octavia caught her doing that that she realized she ought to take a different approach.

Which was why she was now sitting upright, as prim and proper as one could be when one was wearing a thin tank top and no pants, and quite uncharacteristically trying not to notice the length of Octavia’s skirt.

“I know this looks bad,” she said, “and I’m not going to say it isn’t.”

Octavia said nothing. Which wasn’t unusual, but with her stoic face and looming posture, it was concerning.

“I know it’s a little weird since she’s a friend of yours,” Vinyl added, eyes dropping to the floor. “But she just… reminds me of you, y’know? You’re both, like, classy and posh and all, and the, you know…” She made a big, wide gesture with her hands, then flinched and stopped it. “But I’m not doing anything else, and I’m not going to.”

The pause that followed was excruciating in its length, but eventually Octavia sighed, and moved to quietly sit down beside Vinyl. “I know,” she said. “And I’m trying not to be mad at you.”

Vinyl bit her lip. “I’ll take it,” she said. “Let me know if there’s anything you want me to do.”

“You’re talking to me. That’s good enough.” Octavia touched Vinyl’s arm gently. “So. Ready to repay me?”

“That… depends.” Vinyl shot Octavia a wary look. “What’s involved?”

Octavia rolled her eyes and lifted her skirt, exposing soft pink panties struggling to contain a weighty bulge. “What else?”

Vinyl grinned, scooting away so she had room to lean towards Octavia’s lap. “Anyone ever tell you you’re the best girlfriend in the world?”

“Just the one who matters.”

So that had been pretty nice.

It didn’t make her stop, or anything, but she did feel a little bad the next few times she thought of Rarity and went at it. She did switch up the fantasies now and then, though. Sometimes instead of just her being railed into oblivion by Rarity, she was railed partway to oblivion and then Octavia burst in, called Rarity a squamous courtesan or something similarly eloquent and old-timey, booted her out, and sent Vinyl on the fast track to oblivion with her own cock—which of course was even more massive and delectable than Rarity’s, and much prettier, and just kind of all-around better.

But, one afternoon, just before the weekend, Octavia caught her again.

And this time there was no talk. Just a silent, unflinching stare. Octavia watched Vinyl fail to manage anything close to coherent speech for a few long seconds, and then she just walked away.

“… Fuck,” Vinyl said. She was doomed. There was no coming back from that.

Not to say she wasn’t going to try, but she figured if Octavia was that angry, it’d be better if she got some time to cool off first. They didn’t see each other the whole rest of the day, much less say anything.

Vinyl woke up early the next day. She threw on one of her less offensive T-shirts and wiggled into the one pair of jeans she had that was only slightly distressed instead of riddled with tears.

She had a whole slew of plans to try and make up with Octavia, and they started with making her one of those healthy breakfasts she liked. There was no way she could possibly be off to a bad start.

She didn’t even make it to the kitchen.

Octavia was in the living room. Nothing too unusual. She had an empty mug of coffee sitting beside her, and she was wearing a white blouse and a short-ish skirt, which about as relaxed as she ever got outside of sex.

What was unusual, and more than slightly startling, was that Rarity was there too. Sitting next to Octavia on the couch. Casually, like they were best friends and this was perfectly ordinary—which was exacerbated up by the casually dazzling smiles they both sported and their breezy, melodic laughter.

Vinyl was flummoxed.

Fortunately, she didn’t have to be the first to say something. Octavia looked her way and smiled like it was a splendid day. “Oh, there you are,” she said. “Your timing is impeccable; we were just talking about you.”

“O-oh.” Vinyl squirmed. “What… what were you… what?”

Rarity tittered, bringing a dainty hand to her lips and then waving it. “Oh, don’t worry, darling, it’s nothing you’d be embarrassed by.”

Her eyes took a… very scenic route towards Vinyl’s. They paused often along the way, and the smile on Rarity’s face was never anything less than appreciative.

Vinyl didn’t realize how on-edge that put her until she caught her eyes wandering all over Rarity. The summer dress Rarity wore was far from skimpy, but between a modest amount of cleavage, smooth, narrow shoulders and a fair bit of leg, it was quite a generous garment.

It made Vinyl think it had to be a dream or something. Which was… well, it did sound like a fun kind of dream, so far.

But that had to be all it was, right? No way she was gonna be lucky enough to have a conversation today that wasn’t—rightfully—horribly lopsided.

The smirk Octavia wore when Vinyl quickly looked her way was surreal and mysterious to a horrifying level. “What’s, um…” Vinyl swallowed, struggling to find words. “What’s the occasion?”

Octavia made a thoughtful hmm. Then she leaned over to touch Rarity’s shoulder. And then the two women shared a look. It was not a trifling look. It was the kind of look that, coming from just Octavia, could make Vinyl weak in the knees, at once anxious that what was to come might be far too much to handle, but more than willing to think it was worth the risk.

From Octavia and Rarity, working together, it was blissful agony. It made Vinyl want to run for her life—which might very well be in danger—but convinced her she might be missing out on the chance of an eternity if she moved an inch in any direction that wasn’t forwards.

“Rarity has a… problem, you see.” Octavia articulated every syllable slowly and meticulously, as though each and every one needed to be burned into Vinyl’s mind. She cocked her head and reached out to touch Rarity, winding her way across a flat stomach and venturing towards sleek hips and lower. “We were thinking that you might be just the person who can help her in this… time of need, as it were.”

“What…?” Vinyl gaped and stared. No way. No way was something that suggestive what Octavia had actually said.

Rarity’s legs parted just slightly. Octavia’s fingers crawled down to a place that made Rarity purr and Vinyl stare. A shape was traced as Octavia pressed on the fabric. “Yes,” Rarity said in a breathy sigh, turning her half-lidded eyes to peer right into Vinyl’s. “Yes, I think you’ll do quite nicely.”

Vinyl’s heart pounded in her chest. “What kind of problem?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Octavia shot Vinyl a glare, then nonchalantly hoisted up Rarity’s skirt.

And there, nestled between Rarity’s supple, creamy thighs, was a long, beautiful, cock—soft, but twitching eagerly. It captured Vinyl’s attention immediately, demanding she look nowhere else.

It… wasn’t quite how she pictured it, usually. Bit more… her vocabulary failed her, but it looked distinctly off, and that threw her for five kinds of loop.

“This poor thing, you see… it doesn’t have any…” Octavia leaned forwards, wrapping her fingers around the shaft of Rarity’s cock gently. She sucked in a breath. “Dirty. Little. Whore. To suck on it.”

Vinyl could not recall a time when three words had been so electrifying. “Oh,” she said, a shiver running through her whole body. With a trembling hand she pointed to her own chest. “So you…”

Rarity made a casual shrug. “Unless you know of someone else who fits that label.” She draped an arm affectionately over Octavia’s shoulders. “Obviously she won’t do at all. So it’s you…” Her voice slowed, froze and sharpened. “Or you keep me waiting.”

Octavia looked over and spoke Vinyl’s thoughts aloud: “You really don’t want to keep her waiting, do you?”

“N-no,” Vinyl mumbled. “No, definitely not.” She started to move closer, only to stop when Octavia clicked her tongue and waggled a finger. “Is something wrong?”

“Of course something’s wrong.” Octavia made a disapproving glare at Vinyl’s chest, then flicked her head towards Rarity. “Give her something to enjoy.”

Rarity nodded, running her fingers through Octavia’s silky hair. “Thank you, darling. I was worried I’d have to tell her myself,” she said. Octavia shot her an apologetic smile, then looked expectantly towards Vinyl.

“R-right.” Vinyl gulped. She didn’t usually feel inadequate, even when she had Octavia to compare herself to, but the way the two women on the couch looked at her…

It made the flicker of brightness that came to their eyes when she lifted her top and bared her breasts exhilarating. “Much better,” Rarity said, with a joy to her voice that filled Vinyl with delightful tingles, “but please, do feel free to keep going.”

Vinyl sucked in a ragged breath, entirely at a loss for how someone could take her from shame to nervous pride with just a few words.

And… maybe that meant it was all real, too? Octavia was rarely so demanding, so—even if it was pretty hot—was that really something she’d dream about?

Whatever the circumstances were, they saw her eagerly unzipping her jeans and working them and her panties down her legs slowly.

A smile played on Rarity’s luscious lips as her gaze wandered downwards. “She’s very pretty,” she said, leaning over to whisper conspiratorially to Octavia. “You’ll have to tell me where you got her.”

Octavia laughed. “And make her seem less special to you? Never.”

“True enough, I suppose.” Rarity beckoned with two fingers. “You’re generous enough to be sharing her.”

Vinyl walked on over, her eyes unsure where to look and her feelings just as conflicted. It felt odd as she knelt in front of Rarity; the two women kept looking at each other, though Octavia still held Rarity’s skirt up, letting that gorgeous cock be free to sway and dangle.

Dirty little whores weren’t worth their full attention, she supposed would be the rationale.

She crept closer. But the smaller the distance between her and Rarity grew the harder it was to keep going. It was just… there was looking and then there was touching, when it came to people who weren’t Octavia. One was difficult to avoid and earned her a swat on the arm at most.

The other, she… hadn’t thought about doing for a long time. It felt forbidden, daunting.

In the back of her mind, she wondered if that was the scheme, if it was, like… the answer Octavia wanted was for her to do nothing?

No, Vinyl decided. Octavia was devious, but not that dishonest. She’d beckoned Vinyl over just as surely as Rarity had.

It’d be stupidly lucky, if she really was getting off so easy, but maybe the domineering tones were meant to make up for it?

Octavia leaned forwards, brushing Vinyl’s hair with the back of her hand. “Is something wrong?” Her voice was soft and quiet and didn’t quite make everything click into place, but came closer than much of what Vinyl had just seen.

“N-no,” Vinyl murmured, shaking her head and reaching out to take hold of Rarity’s cock. It felt big already, warm and… not entirely soft, but far from full size. She ran her fingers along the shaft experimentally. The shudder and lusty sigh Rarity made were thrilling and encouraging; they felt like something Vinyl had earned, like she’d snatched a bit of attention for herself.

Finally, though it felt as foreign and unnatural as writing with her off hand, she took Rarity’s cock into her mouth, giving it an experimental lick and stroke. She hadn’t a clue what to expect, it’d been so long since she’d been anywhere near one that wasn’t Octavia’s.

She was rewarded by a long, satisfied groan. “Pretty and talented, I see,” Rarity crooned, off-handedly petting Vinyl’s head. “Remind me how long you’ve been keeping her all to yourself, darling?”

“Almost four years,” Octavia replied. “So she’s had an awful lot of practice.”

“I can tell,” Rarity said. She held fairly still, but her hips rocked forwards just slightly, feeding a little more cock into Vinyl’s mouth.

Vinyl had realized she had permission from Octavia to suck Rarity’s cock, but the full weight of that revelation hadn’t quite clicked with her until right about then.

When it did, she grinned as widely as she could manage and decided she’d give Rarity the best blowjob of her life.

The shaft grew thicker and longer by the second, coaxed as it was by Vinyl’s dedicated, dextrous tongue. “You’d better not keep praising her,” Rarity said. Her breath hitched; her back arched, her eyes fluttering closed. “At this rate, I just might try and snatch her away from you.”

Vinyl lifted her hands, wrapping them both around Rarity’s cock now that it’d grown to a weightier size. Up and down she pumped, in time with the bobbing of her head. She soon got her first taste of salty, sticky precum; she lapped it right up and made a point to swirl her tongue around the tip often, hoping for more. She was not met by disappointment.

“Oh, Rarity,” Octavia purred. “Since when did you need to try to snatch anyone away?”

Rarity groaned again. Her hips rolled forwards, stuffing Vinyl’s mouth full of slippery white cock. “When I realized how fun it was, of course,” she said with a smile.

Vinyl glanced upwards. Rarity’s chest rose and fell in a quick, unsteady rhythm; her teeth teased her bottom lip.

Octavia was looking more than a little excited too. Her legs had moved a little ways apart, the beginning of a tent visible on her skirt.

She didn’t need the confirmation, but Vinyl took a hand off Rarity’s cock and snaked it down between her own thighs. Fuck, she was horny. Her pussy drooled, and she’d barely been noticed, much less touched.

Rarity must have been noticing the same things, because she turned and touched Octavia’s shoulder and said “Talking of fun, you are going to have some yourself, yes?” She ran her other hand down Vinyl’s head. “There’s so much more of her.”

If it didn’t feel horribly out of place for her to say much of anything, Vinyl could happily have gotten on her knees and begged for Octavia’s cock. Or… bowed her head to the ground or something.

As it was, all she could do was send hopeful looks that way as she slavishly serviced Rarity.

Octavia clicked her tongue thoughtfully. Which felt more than slightly hollow, given how she fidgeted restlessly and how her eyes smoldered. “You have a point,” she said. “She’s being wasted, isn’t she?”

She went to start unbuttoning her blouse, when Rarity tutted at her. “Darling, please,” Rarity made a gesture away from the couch. “Do you really think that’s an appropriate amount of fanfare for someone as lovely as you?”

It was difficult for Vinyl not to believe her technique was slipping the more she kept eying Octavia, but she just couldn’t help it, especially when Octavia finally did relent and stand up. As she moved away, Vinyl felt Rarity patting her head. “Turn around watch her,” Rarity said, threading her fingers through Vinyl’s hair and pulling her off her cock. “You’ve been doing well; let’s give you a treat, shall we?”

Vinyl’s heart soared. “Th-thanks,” she mumbled, pinching her mouth shut quickly. She turned around quickly—Rarity seized her by the waist, coaxing her to sit on the couch. She settled between Rarity’s legs, cheeks flushing at the cock and breasts that pressed against her back, and the soft hands that stroked her thighs.

But she kept her eyes glued to the sight in front of her.

Octavia was stunningly gorgeous, in so many more ways than just her body. Either she’d meticulously rehearsed every motion in the act of undressing, or she was just so naturally fluid and confident that nothing felt unintentional. Vinyl could believe either answer, and both were entrancing.

The blouse slid off one shoulder—slowly, sensually—then was yanked swiftly off the other and discarded with a flourish. Octavia’s back arched, cordially inviting Vinyl’s eyes to her chest.

Fingers snaked down between Vinyl’s legs, making her lurch and realize she’d forgotten all about Rarity for a moment. “Oh,” Rarity purred, grinding the heel of her palm against Vinyl’s needy pussy. “I think she’s enjoying it.”

Vinyl whimpered, trembling. When was the last time she’d been so horny? She looked up just in time to see Octavia’s bra falling away, giving her ample breasts permission to spill out and sway freely. It hurt to be so far away from them; Vinyl tensed and squirmed, not helped in the slightest by the taunting circles Rarity traced around her slit.

And she’d been half-expecting a blistering glare, or a taunting smirk or something. But instead, Octavia gave her a smile. It was small and demure and somehow stole the show even when Octavia dropped her skirt and bared her long, lovely legs.

She kicked the skirt away and sauntered forwards with a lazy sway in her hips. Her panties didn’t even come close to hiding her cock, long and hard as it was. The tip had crawled out into the open, and once Vinyl saw it she couldn’t look anywhere else.

“She’s been good so far,” Octavia said once she’d drawn closer, looking over Vinyl’s shoulder at Rarity. “Shall we let her do the honors?”

“Up to you, of course,” Rarity replied. “But I think she’d quite enjoy that.”

“Good point.” Octavia cocked her head thoughtfully.

She turned away right when Vinyl worked up the nerve to start reaching out. “I don’t know if she’s been that good,” Octavia said; her head was turned, but Vinyl could picture a snooty sneer and an upturned nose as clear as though they were facing each other.

Vinyl winced from disappointment. Not to say Octavia didn’t have a lovely rear, but, well… there was an awful lot of hair to cover up her skin, and no cock.

In the present moment, that was far from satisfying, even if the way she bent down to strip off that last garment was, frankly, exhilarating and delicious. And her hair made a playful swish as she rose, flashing a glimpse of just the prettiest ass that was made all the sweeter by its fleeting nature.

Then Octavia kicked her panties away and… turned over her shoulder just enough to send Vinyl a smokey stare. Which was downright cruel, and Vinyl might have protested if Rarity hadn’t clapped a hand over her mouth to shush her.

“Much, much better,” Rarity said, leaning forwards and squishing her plump breasts against Vinyl’s head. “Isn’t that so much more fun?”

Vinyl nodded as fervently as she could with her limited range of motion, which made Octavia make a dainty, adorable giggle. “You’re much too used to being right,” Octavia said.

“Only because I’m so good at it,” Rarity replied.

A smirk, and Octavia turned fully around at last, finally letting Vinyl drink in the sight of her cock in its naked, fully-prepared glory. Maybe it was Octavia’s looming posture, or something yet more subtle, but it looked even more gigantic than Vinyl remembered, and it made her shiver and squirm in Rarity’s hands.

“How delightful,” Rarity crooned. “Now then,” she added in a sterner tone, beginning to turn Vinyl around. “Let’s get you back to work, shall we?”

“Actually…” Octavia drew closer, reaching down to stroke Vinyl’s cheek. “I think she’s fine facing this way.”

“Are you sure?” Rarity gave Vinyl’s clit a soft flick, drawing out a yelp. “I think your cock would be right at home back here.”

“You’re welcome to take it yourself,” Octavia said. She crept forward closer still, grasping her cock gently to line it up with Vinyl’s lips. “I think I want her looking at me.”

“If you insist.” Rarity tugged on Vinyl’s hips, pulling her back and coaxing her to rise a little ways off the couch. Vinyl tried to glance down, but Octavia held her head firm and steady—and she felt the tip of Rarity’s cock sliding into her just fine without seeing it. She sank down slowly, trembling and biting her lip as more and more of Rarity’s shaft entered her.

But then she looked up and saw Octavia, naked and towering over her, cock sticking out tall and proud, and, to her amazement, desperately wished for more than just Rarity’s massive length.

Tentatively she reached out, hands creeping towards Octavia’s hips. “C-can I…?” she asked, her voice jittery and so, so pleading.

She was dimly aware of her hips being lifted, and then of a sharp spike of pleasure as Rarity thrust up into her. But Octavia was smiling still, and by doing so kept her attention firmly forwards.

“Of course,” Octavia said, leaning forwards. She pressed her fingers to Vinyl’s lips. “Open wide.”

Vinyl didn’t need to be told twice. She was in heaven already, with all this delightful warmth and blissful tingles spreading through her, with the ever-increasing pace of Rarity’s hips driving up into her, but Octavia’s cock slipping easily into her mouth was one hell of a proverbial cherry.

She found out in the next few minutes that it was a lot harder to suck dick properly while also being fucked by one from behind, but Octavia seemed happy to pick up the slack. A tight grip on Vinyl’s hair kept her head steady; harsh thrusts of Octavia’s hips made up for a lack of coherent bobbing.

It didn’t take long at all for Vinyl to cum, and when she did, she did so with gusto. She made a muffled, strangled cry around the cock in her mouth, shivers and trembles pounding through her whole body. But the two cocks in her just kept going and going and going. Vinyl felt like jelly, like she’d collapse on the spot if she weren’t being held up from both sides.

She couldn’t say for certain how many orgasms she had, in total. At least three or four, she thought. Rarity was relentless, and Octavia seemed determined to match her.

But finally it did start to calm down. Rarity made a last, hard thrust and flooded Vinyl’s insides with a torrent of cum, then slid out of her sighing and satisfied. She slipped off to the side, letting Vinyl get a little more comfortable and turn more of her—admittedly waning—concentration to Octavia.

Finally, with a grunt and long, loud moan, Octavia’s cock convulsed and erupted. Vinyl braced herself, swallowing all she could, but she still spluttered and coughed, which saw a healthy number of spurts splattering over her chest.

Vinyl fell backwards onto the couch, breathing heavily, sweaty all over. She was beyond certain she’d be sore… pretty much everywhere, for a while.

Worth it, though. So totally worth it.

“Well,” Rarity said, sounding only slightly less out of breath, “I suppose I should take my leave now, then.” She looked so much classier than anyone who’d just cum that hard had any right to, even if her hair and dress were slightly askew.

Octavia went over to give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for coming on such short notice.”

“My pleasure, really,” Rarity said. “Thank you both for a lovely morning.”

With that said, Rarity walked away, slipped out the door after one last wave goodbye, and was then gone.

Octavia let out a heavy sigh, then flopped down onto the couch next to Vinyl. “So,” she said, reaching out to pull Vinyl closer by the hip, “was that everything you were hoping for?”

Vinyl mulled the question over for a bit, eventually making a dry chuckle. “Hell no,” she sighed, cozying up to Octavia’s side. “Not even close.”

Octavia smiled… but stuck out her arm, keeping Vinyl a small distance away. “Do you know why I invited her over?”

“… No,” Vinyl said with a guilty frown. “No, guess I don’t. Why?”

“Because now,” Octavia said, “you know that you don’t need to go behind my back.”

“Oh.” Vinyl looked away, her cheeks burning. “Yeah.” Her mouth opened, readily enough, but she fumbled for words and gave up quickly.

“So, here’s how it’s going to work. I set this thing up. I don’t plan on doing it again, but.” Octavia reached around to steer Vinyl’s face back towards her; it was a struggle to meet her eyes, but Vinyl did her best. “If you ever need—or want—something like this to happen again, you can tell me, and I’ll probably agree. But if you need something and you don’t tell me, I will be spectacularly cross with you.” Octavia took her hand off Vinyl’s face and held it out. “Do we have an accord?”

Vinyl took her hand without a second thought. “Deal.”

Smiling, Octavia pulled her in for a long, deep kiss. “Splendid,” she said once their lips parted. “Now, I don’t know about you, but I think I need a shower and a few hours of bedrest and television or… something equally unproductive.” She smiled alluringly, snaking a hand down to Vinyl’s hip. “Would you care to join me?”

A wide grin took uncontested reign over Vinyl’s face. She darted forwards for a hug, throwing her arms around Octavia’s shoulders and holding her close and tight. “You’re the best, you know that?”

“I do now.”