The Fire in Her Heart

The Fire in Her Heart

Chapter 9.5

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Vinyl grinned and placed an especally large portion of hay fries onto a single plate, putting it on the table.

Octavia raised her brow in an unspoken question. "Vinyl?" she asked, her eyes locked on the white unicorn. "Isn't that too large a potion for you?"

"No, Tavi. This is for us both," the pianist mare clarified, starting to dig into the meal.

"Eating from the same plate is-" Octavia began with a frown. Gross? Unusual? "...romantic," she concluded with a smile and joined her marefriend. Having consumed the fries, she felt full and content, laying her head against Vinyl's shoulder. The unicorn leaned against her.

After a few moments of silence, Vinyl leaned in to Octavia's ear and whispered, "Somepony promised me a fun time, didn't she?"

Octavia's face flushed as she remembered her words, Somepony was looking forward to a *fun time*, am I right? Well, she was definitely in the mood for this, but...

"You have to have a shower first, love," she replied in such a tone that was demanding and sexy at the same time, not to discourage the white mare. As if anything can ever discourage her...

Vinyl groaned and crossed her hooves. Dammit, I hate taking showers! Suddenly, a thought came to her head. She grinned, looking at Octavia, little fires dancing in her eyes. This didn't go unnoticed by the grey mare.

"Vinyl, if you're going to say something like 'I thought you liked it dirty' or something of the kind, I'll hit you with a frying pan," she warned her pianist, who was so dangerously close to her that the cellist herself began feeling arousal and excitement building inside her chest... and not only the chest.

"Oh no, Tavi..." Vinyl said, playing with her cellist's black mane. Pfft, that goes without saying! she made a mental remark. "I thought that maybe we could... you know?" She placed a little nibble on the mare's ear. "Take a shower together?" she suggested in a sultry tone, pleased to see Octavia's face redden.

"Who knows what it could lead to?.." she continued, trying to look idle and uninterested, in spite of her own body burning from passion and desire.

Octavia couldn't wait any longer; all her manners had just vanished, popped like a toy balloon, replaced with the image of Vinyl near her, on top of her, beneath her- I need it now!

She grabbed the surprised white mare, placing her hooves around the mare's shoulders, and pressed her muzzle into Vinyl's, dragging her into a passionate kiss. Vinyl needed only a moment to come round, and returned the gesture with all the vigour she could muster. She felt Octavia's tongue grab hers violently, much unlike the usual 'May-I-ask-you-for-a-dance' fashion. I could definitely get used to it... she mused, trying to match her marefriend's perfect pacing. No matter how hard she tried to lead, Octavia didn't let her, each movement more intense, each moment more electrifying. Vinyl felt wet warmness in her private area and concluded that her cellist was facing the same "problem". And she was ready to fix it.

Vinyl grabbed the grey mare in her telekinetic grip carefully, not to break the kiss, and stood up, dragging them both towards the bathroom. Octavia opened her eyes as she felt being lifted in the air, but her instincts told her better than to let go of the white pianist, and she simply hugged her tighter, hot and sweaty from the very presense of her marefriend.

Vinyl rushed into the bathroom, making out with Octavia fervishly- The broken door. The floor where I used to do buck... She squinted her eyes. No, those thoughts needed to go away. Now. She broke the kiss and levitated the grey mare into the tub, trying to avoid looking at the corner near the door. She grinned and climbed into the tub as well, slowly turning the knob. The sound of rushing water filled the bathroom, water that was neither hot nor cold, but a perfectly warm temperature.

Octavia felt wet, in both meanings of the word, and she wanted this to be... fixed. The cellist took lead once more, dragging Vinyl into another kiss, this time a fleeting one, as she pressed the mare against the bottom of the tub, placing kisses on her neck, a warm stream of water massaging her own inner thighs, which were now pressed into Vinyl's. Without further hesitation, she began rubbing her flower against Vinyl's, her hoof now massaging the white mare's flank in soft, round movements.

Vinyl moaned, the feeling of Octavia pressed against her, into her, overwhelming, sending her to seventh heaven. Or even eighth - she was too lost in the sensation to count. Vinyl immediately put her hooves on Octavia's back, gently tickling her, minding all the sweet spots she'd managed to find out throughout the week they'd been together. The grey mare moaned in delight, her eyes shut in bliss. You're real good, Vinyl, the pianist congratulated herself. You could be a secret agent or something, gathering important information like that!

Octavia decided that it was time. And by that, she meant it was time. She lowered her head, kissing Vinyl's shoulders, moving on to her stomach, and lap. Vinyl yelled something very dirty as Octavia's tongue entered the sacred opening, taking a lick. The cellist smiled: she loved when Vinyl cursed like that. There was a certain jazzy feel to it.

She quickened the pace, taking in the scent (Cinnamon. Definitely cinnamon.) and the taste of the most wonderful mare in the world - her mare. Such thoughts gave Octavia power and filled her with happiness, and, no longer able to restrain herself, she began sucking on Vinyl's clit.

Vinyl shouted something about Her Royal Highness Princess Celestia enjoying a sexual intercourse with a certain part of Discord, the God of Chaos, as she felt incredible tension building inside, the most pleasant, genuine, real feeling in the world. Oh, really, Vinyl? The *most** plesant? What about buck?*

No! Vinyl shrugged off the dark thoughts that had begun filling her mind. The only thing that was real, now, was the most amazing mare in the world - the mare on top of her. Her mare. Her horn lit up, and the thick water stream dispersed into myriads of tiny ones. She directed those streams right towards Octavia's most private area, letting them in, controlling them magically.

As Octavia felt water jets inside her, massaging her from all directions, she couldn't hold her urges at bay. She bit on Vinyl's clit, moaning something indistinct, even to her. Vinyl yelled as she orgasmed, and that was enough to send Octavia to an orgasm of her own.

As the moments of absolute, heavenly bliss receded, and both mares could form decent thoughts once more, they looked into each other's eyes.

"Vinyl, you're amazing..." Octavia whispered with a smile, kissing the white mare on the lips, letting her taste... well, herself.

"I know, right?" Vinyl grinned, returning to her usual self. "But you're pretty cool, too, Tavi." She patted the grey mare on the shoulder in mocking indulgence.

"Oh, shush, you silly mare." Octavia closed her eyes blissfully, letting the warm water stream freely, falling onto her legs. "Still, you must admit," the cellist said confidently, a smile on her face. "What I do is definitely better than buck, right?" She nibbled on the white mare's ear. Did I bring it up too soon?..

"Waaay better." Vinyl grinned and hugged her marefriend tightly. Are you sure, Vinyl? her ever-so-slimy brain wondered, without her approval, placing colourful and vivid images of a syringe, a heavenly needle, the feeling of complete tranquillity... No. No, stupid brain. Tavi is my drug. She is my life, she thought firmly and shifted, just to get rid of the thoughts.

"Mmm?" Octavia asked, rolling onto her back.

"We still need to have a shower," Vinyl explained with a smile. "Because I feel so dirty right now." She winked at the grey mare, who chuckled and rose, standing next to her lover, side by side.

As it was meant to be.