I Get Off With a Little Help From My Friends.

"You like it bitch?" Vinyl asked the top of Octavia's head as the cellist ran her tongue expertly around the DJ's swollen clit.

Octavia internally rolled her eyes at the question as she always did. "No Vinyl, I don't particularly enjoy tasting your leftovers." She thought to herself loudly, but the cellist was nothing if not polite, so she summoned all of her feminine wiles to breathily whisper, "Yes Vinyl." She began ever so delicately squeezing the love button between her teeth in the way that she knew would keep Vinyl too busy moaning to ask needless, if not annoying, questions. The DJ threw her head back, her shock of blue hair slinging sweat in a wide arc as she did so.

She let out an aggressive growling moan of pleasure and delight. No matter how many people she fucked, no matter now many mouths attempted to duplicate her roommate's attentions, no one could even come close to how good her little Via was at flicking her bean. She felt herself approaching the finish line and locked eyes with the beautiful woman between her legs. Vinyl raised herself just enough to see her whole face and began violently stroking her clit. "Close your eyes bitch! Let me see that fucking!. . . OH! OH!! OH!!!" She failed to finish her sentence as her pussy gushed three intense spurts of fluid into the grey face.

Octavia rolled her eyes in actual fact this time at the needless instruction. "Do I really need to be told every single time? Close my eyes, open my mouth. Wait for you to be done cumming, show you how much I caught, swallow." She sighed and presented her roommate with her target. She knew that was just Vinyl's way. For reasons that were entirely incomprehensible to Octavia, Vinyl simply enjoyed giving instructions out loud. She caught two of the three sprays in her mouth and didn't grimace at the terrible flavor in the same way that she never did. "And now we've reached the pouting stage of the evening."

Vinyl came down off of her orgasm, her legs still shuddering against Octavia's soft cheeks, and she looked down at the drop dead gorgeous, sexy, polite, MADDENINGLY SEXLESS woman between her legs. The ecstacy of her afterglow slowly bottomed out into tooth grinding anger. "What right?" Vinyl growled in her mind as she glared at the most beautiful woman in Canterlot. "What right do you have not getting every dick in Equestria?! It's not right!" Not even Octavia swallowing her fluid and displaying her empty mouth could break Vinyl of her outrage. She violently threw herself off of her roommate's face.

Octavia took a moment to clear her throat and lean stiffly up. She had to stop for a moment and let the rest of her body catch up to her. Her pussy was still tender from Vinyl's violent vibing, and her legs were cold with her own fluid coating them. That's how their evenings usually went. Vinyl would catch Octavia doing some household task, cooking their meals, washing their dishes, or simply existing. The DJ would without warning begin groping her or stick her hand into the cellist's black slacks and begin fingering. The two would have sex, and every single time Vinyl would end what Octavia thought was a very pleasant session by scowling and being in a foul mood until she left to go to her gig.

Octavia never initiated these spontaneous bouts of coitus, but she never resisted either. She would simply reciprocate the attentions that her roommate would give her. The cellist was nothing if not polite after all, so not participating when someone works very hard to pleasure one would be simply unthinkable. "Then why the scowl afterwards?" Octavia thought angrily to herself. "I tolerate the constant interruptions to my evenings. I tolerate her flavor, or the flavor of whomever she's been with most recently. I tolerate her demeaning questions that she obviously knows the answer to! So why?! What right does she have to be angry with me?!" Her growing annoyance was broken when Vinyl produced a roll of electrical tape. "Vinyl what the devil are you. Mmf!" Octavia failed to suppress a moan as Vinyl roughly seized one of her maddeningly perky D cup breasts.

"We're goin out tonight." Vinyl growled as she taped an X of electrical tape over each of Octavia's still tantalizingly hard nipples.

Octavia's captivating violet eyes went wide with shock and she attempted to back away from her demanding roommate. "No! Vinyl! No! Not this agai."

The DJ seized the retreating cellist by the wrist and squeezed her face tight with her other hand. She growled with all the venom that she had swallowed week after week. "I'm not gonna hear it!" She roughly pulled Octavia onto her feet and dragged her into her room. "You're way too fucking hot to stay cooped up in here all the time." She released the wrist and seized a micro skirt off of the floor. "Now don't fucking argue and put this on! You're not coming home tonight unless there's a dick or a cunt in your hand. Got it?!" She stopped her tirade when she noticed genuine tears of hurt and fear beginning to well up in the beautiful violet eyes. Vinyl sighed hard and her shoulders drooped. "Via, don't give me that. You don't wanna be single forever do ya?"

Octavia looked quickly away. This was her very least favorite conversation, and she went out of her way to avoid it. The cellist was painfully aware of her painfully single lifestyle, and Vinyl's constant insistence on bringing it up grated terribly. Was it her fault that the young men of the orchestra were even more timid than her? Was it her fault that no one but Vinyl had ever taken an interest in her sexually before? "Well, no, of course not! But."

"BUT NOTHING!" Vinyl growled, her earlier venom returning. She began wrapping the tiny strip of plaid cloth around her roommate's eye catching birthing hips. "You've got to get yourself out there and get some." She looked up into Octavia's eyes, and it gave the cellist pause to see genuine concern bordering on hurt in the DJ'S red eyes. "I can't just hog you all to myself forever. Now come on you fucking. . ."

"Vinyl really, it's simply too small!" Octavia chided.

Vinyl straightened up and inspected the outfit. The tiny strip of cloth, that was intended to leave as little as possible to the imagination, left next to nothing to the imagination. The skirt covered only the top half as Octavia's spectacular ass, and in front there was a millimeter of clearance between the hem and the cellist's vulva. Vinyl's teeth ground tightly and she slapped Octavia's ass hard, eliciting a loud pleasure moan. "Yeah! Because nothing I own will fit your fat ass!" Let's go."

Octavia pulled away in terror. "Certainly not! I'm naked!"

"You're not naked grandma. You're just a little slutty! Now let's fucking go!" The DJ said as she literally dragged the reluctant cellist out the door, her slight frame belying her remarkable strength.