The Fire in Her Heart

by psp7master

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Slice of Life
Length: 5545

18+ When the cold stillness of Manehattan is too much to bear, only love thing can keep you warm.

18+

[Warning: VinylTavi clop ahead!]

[A side-story to The Snow on Her Cheek]

When the cold and sombre stillness of Manehattan is way too much to bear, only one thing can keep you warm. It is love. With your lover by your side, the world seems brighter, warmer, more colourful - maybe just a little bit, but that's enough. Octavia and Vinyl had learned this truth, and are ever so eager to share their warmth with each other…

Yep, that's basically a compilation of so-called "deleted chapters" for The Snow on Her Cheek, uncensored and steamy. Clop? Check! Romance? Check! Tons of hatemail from my readers? Waiting eagerly!

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-11-13 18:15:43 UTC

Chapter 9.5

The Fire in Her Heart

Chapter 9.5

***

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.

Chapter 12.5

The Fire in Her Heart

Chapter 12.5

***

Vinyl and Octavia practically rolled into the room, locked in a passionate kiss which had begun as soon as they had entered the corridor, which led to Octavia's room. They both had waited for it so long; it seemed that not a day but a whole week had passed since they had had their fun time. Stroking Octavia's back fervently, Vinyl directed the grey mare towards the bed, laying her on it, closing the door behind them with her telekinesis.

As much as Octavia enjoyed the make-out session, she was yearning for more. Much, much more. And she wanted it now. Just to give her marefriend a clue, she arched her spine in such a way that their bellies were grinding against each other, sending a tidal wave of heat all the way down.

Vinyl moaned loudly, grateful that the walls were soundproof. She broked the kiss, gasping for air, while Octavia lay beneath her, panting in arousal. She began kissing the slender grey neck, while her hoof was massaging Octavia's inner thighs, eliciting squeaks from the mare. Vinyl moved on to nibbling on Octavia's ear, while her hoof continued to play with the cellist's most private area in all ways possible. Squeaks soon were replaced with prolonged moans; but Vinyl was just getting started.

Trying to occupy a more convenient position, she shifted, one of her hooves still pleasuring Octavia, with the other one propped against the bed's edge. Suddenly, Vinyl felt her hoof fall into the small chink between the matress and the carcass; and, what was surprising, she felt something under her hoof. Something long and... rubber? Oh my gosh! This can't be a...

She stopped stroking Octavia's opening, much to the disapproval of the grey mare, who was almost reaching her climax, and levitated the object from the chink, holding it between Octavia and her.

The cellist's eyes shot wide open as she realised what exactly Vinyl had discovered. Her... toy, the thing that she had thought she would never see again.

"Oh, look at what we've got here!" Vinyl grinned slyly, Octavia's embarrassment only adding more and more fuel to the fire of her excitement. "If it isn't Tavi's little toy~" she cooed, stroking the red dildo in mocking care.

"Vinyl!" Octavia exclaimed, blushing furiously. "I... This..." she stammered, unable not to notice how hot and alluring the white pianist looked, holding the toy in her hooves. It matches her eyes perfectly... Octvia noted with some kind of perverted amazement.

"You are a naughtly little filly, aren't you, Octavia?" Vinyl whispered, tilting the dildo, using her marefriend's full name for emphasis.

"No... I..." Octavia stammered with a blush. I can't believe she managed to find it!

"Oh, but you are~" Vinyl cooed, taking an experimental lick of the toy, which made Octavia's face redden even more. "I think I can still taste your juices on it..." the white mare teased, noticing that Octavia's hoof slowly found its way down to her lower belly.

"Uh-uh!" Vinyl enveloped the grey hoof in her telekinetic grip, preventing it from following its course. "No, no, no, Tavi. Your little pussy will get what she wants only after you admit you are a Naughty. Little. Filly." The pianist couldn't help but feel more and more aroused at the dirty talk, her own body seeking salvation.

"I... I am a..." Octavia mumbled, her face flushed, her gaze locked on the sheets. I can't bring myself to say this!

"You used to masturbate using this little toy every night, right, Tavi?" the unicorn purred into the grey mare's ear as her hoof began delicately massaging the area around Octavia's flower, avoiding touching the prize, however. "You are so dirty..."

Octavia couldn't hold it any longer. I don't know what I'm doing don't know what I'm doing don't know- "Yes!" she screamed on top of her lungs, passion and lust getting the best of her. "I am a naughty little filly and I need to be punished!"

Vinyl's eyes widened; she hadn't expected Octavia to drive into the roleplay so eagerly. Still, she was only glad that the grey mare was ready to go, that they had a whole day ahead, that the door was locked and the walls were soundproof.

"I think I didn't quite hear you, Tavi..." Vinyl nibbled on Octavia's ear, while her hoof was going about the cellist's sacred opening in round movements, getting closer and closer to the goal.

"I want you to punish me! I'm a bad, naughty, dirty little filly!" the cellist yelled, all thoughts in her head flushed out by the tidal wave of desire.

Without wasting any time, Vinyl shoved her hoof down Octavia's pussy violently, clopping it roughly, while she slapped her wonderful curvy grey flank with a hoof.

Octvia let out a loud moan at the feeling of being spanked and clopped at the same time. She had to admit, she had never been spanked before, or punished in any way; but it felt so good!

"Feels good, right, Tavi?" Vinyl whispered into the cellist's ear, her hot breath falling onto the grey mare's skin and mane. "You like this, do you?"

Octavia couldn't reply but simply moaned, its seeming the only thing she could do at the moment. "Vinyl; I'm close!" she managed to let out, however, as she felt an orgasm on its way to her body.

Suddenly, Vinyl stopped abruptly, making Octavia groan. "Why would you-" she began but another spanking silenced her.

"You didn't mean to left me unsatisfied, Tavi, did you?" Vinyl asked with a sly grin and took the red toy in her mouth, sucking on it. All of a sudden, Octavia wanted to join in; and, knowing better than to suppress her urges during their fun time, she did so, sucking on the dildo from the other end.

In a few seconds, Vinyl let go fo the toy with an audible pop that excited them both even more. I swear to Celestia she did it on purpose! Octavia thought as she watched Vinyl twist like a snake, meandering towards her precious opening, the toy in her hoof.

The pianist placed a sloppy kiss right on Octavia's flower, to which the cellist responded with a loud eep, and, taking in the wonderful, imperceptibly lavender cinnamon-ish smell and taste of her mare, brought the rubber device to the opening. All right, Vinyl, time to plug that guitar in! she thought, chuckling at how she still had managed to make a colourful metaphor at such a time.

With that, and without further hesitation, the white unicorn inserted the toy into her marefriend, making sure to twist it a little as it slid in. Octavia erupted in a hurricane of profanity, unusual to her, as the feeling of complete - no, double... make it triple! - bliss filled her whole, not leaving even a little spot for any other emotion.

Seeing her marefriend in such a euphoric state, Vinyl immediately resolved to experience the same. Just as she lay across Octavia, their legs entwined in a scissors-like manner, she slid the other end of the toy into her inner folds. The world erupted in a kaleidoscope of energy and emotion, as if time stood still and the only real event in the world was this ecstatic moment.

Octavia considered it a good idea to actually start moving her legs; and she had to admit, she had never come across a better idea in her entire life. Vinyl soon followed her example, and the whole room became one large piece of art composed of two moving mares, their bodies entwined, inequine moans escaping their lips.

Octavia felt herself close to the edge. "Vinyl, I-I-I- AAAH!" As the cellist danced on the edge of transcendence in the wake of her orgasm, Vinyl thrust her hips one last time, feeling her own orgasm drawing her in, the whirlwind of pleasure making her scream on top of her lungs.

In a few minutes, Octavia could finally regain the ability to form thoughts once more. She tried to roll over, but realised that her body didn't feel like obeying her brain's commands. Finally, she managed to say, "Wow. Vinyl, this was the best sex I have ever had..." she felt her eyelids closing on their own, despite it was only morning... or was it afternoon already?

"Yeah..." Vinyl whispered, not able to move a limb as well, concentrating all her telekinetic power on extracting the amazing toy and dropping it near the bed. She didn't feel like moving at all; neither did Octavia. So they simply lay next to each other, their legs still entwined in a most peculiar manner, their hearts beating in unison.

Chapter 21.5

The Fire in Her Heart

Chapter 21.5

***

As Octavia bent over Vinyl, her silhouette alluringly punctuated by early moonlight, the pianist noticed how sexy the grey mare looked with that black hat on top of her head. Her black mane was flowing freely onto her shoulders, as if a gentle breeze was guiding it, as Vinyl leaned in and met Octavia's lips with hers.

For the first time for many days, the mares could finally give in to passion and lust, not breaking the kiss at each and every hushed step coming from the corridor. Everything was perfect, once more.

Involved in the kiss, VInyl didn't notice the cellist's hoof slide down her body, massaging and tickling it all the way, quickly, without restraint. It's been so long... Octavia mused and, breaking the kiss, lowered her head in such a manner that her lips were just an inch away from Vinyl's inner folds. The very feeling of the cellist's hot breath against her was driving Vinyl insane; she couldn't linger any more; it had been a long time since she had last reached satisfaction, and, well, the hooves just didn't do their job, now that she was dating Octavia, who, to her mind, was the very definition of a sex beast. A very kind and caring sex beast, she reminded herself, working her magic in such a manner that she levitated Octavia on top of her, the pianist lying beneath, facing her cellist's marehood now.

While Octavia was a little surprised by the new position they hadn't tried before, she didn't hesitate and began licking Vinyl's private parts vigorously, thirsty for the sensation. Vinyl moaned and buried her muzzle into Octavia's inner folds, copying the action. For both mares, it was difficult to concentrate on the task, the feeling of being eaten out outshining all attempts to focus on their respectice attempts at pleasuring each other; though, it didn't last long. Before they could even contemplate what was going on, their bodies acted in their stead: Octavia came first, her trembling body sending shivers down Vinyl's spine, as her own body arched and she let out a moan, struck by a powerful orgasm.

The musical ponies lay in silence for a few moments, regaining their breath. Finally, Vinyl spoke.

"Wow, that was fast, wasn't it?" she wondered lazily, stroking Octavia's mane. "Though, I don't think it's our fault." She waved her hoof in the air wearily. "I must admit, it's been a long time, since we, y'know..."

"Hush, you," Octavia whispered, planting a breezy kiss on Vinyl's lips. "Don't even think I'm done with you for tonight," she whispered into the unicorn's ear, making her blush. "I just need a few minutes to regain my breath."

"Say, Tavi..." Vinyl ran a hoof through Octavia's mane, while her other hoof slapped the grey mare on the flank, eliciting an embarrassed eep from her. "I was wondering, why is your cutie mark a treble clef? I mean, most cello music is written in bass clef, right?" the pianist wondered, not being a huge fan of reading or writing sheet music herself. It just kills creativity, she mused. When you write something down, you stop playing it by ear. And her whole life had proved so far that playing it by ear - playing everything  by ear was the only right course of action, no matter where it led.

"Oh, so you were thinking about clefs while we were having sex?" Octavia asked with mockery in her eyes. Before Vinyl could open her mouth to protest, she carried on, "Well, it's a long story. I'll tell it tomorrow, okay?"

"Tavi, if it's that kind of story that brings about painful memories..." Vinyl began cautiously, knowing the experience vey well.

"Oh, no, no!" Octavia chuckled. "In fact, it's rather heart-warming. That's why I want to save it for tomorrow evening," she explained.

"I see." Vinyl pondered for a moment. "Well, since Hearth's Warming Eve is the day for sharing sweet stories, I'll tell you how I got my cutie mark tomorrow, too!" she exclaimed.

"That would be great." Octavia smiled, but her smile eventually turned into a wide grin. "But now..." She leaned closer to Vinyl, ready for another 'session', and raised her hoof to take off the hat, lest it interrupt them.

"Tavi..." Vinyl stopped her, placing her hoof on top of the cellist's. She smiled and winked. "You can leave your hat on."

Chapter 30.5

The Fire in Her Heart

Chapter 30.5

***

Vinyl crawled onto her mare, lust and passion lighting her eyes to the degree they were shining like beacons of love in the dark room. She was fully enthralled by her carnivorous stance, her lips attacking Octavia's passionately. The grey pony mumbled something into the kiss but soon gave in, enveloping her marefriend in a tight embrace, her hooves stroking the white pony's back lovingly.

Oh, how I have missed this...Octavia thought, lowering her hooves. All past worries and struggles seemed to have faded away at this magical moment. Nothing else mattered now, only her mare's hot breath on her skin, only Vinyl's tongue entwined with hers, only her front hoof that by now had slid dangerously close to...

Oh ho ho, no you don't! Octavia grinned and, gathering her power, rolled over, pinning the white unicorn to the sofa, taking her by surprise. The pianist raised her brow questioningly, taken aback by her mare's sudden action.

"Oh, Vinyl, you didn't think you would be dominating the bedroom tonight, did you?" the cellist cooed into the white ear that immediately turned red afterwards.

"T-tavi, I-" Vinyl began, aroused and excited to the limit. Dammit, I can totally get used to Tavi being so... active, she thought as the grey hooves kept on stroking her back and massaging her flanks.

"Hush," Octavia whispered, nibbling on Vinyl's ear, eliciting a squeak of pleasure from the white mare. "Tonight, your Tavi is being... Octy..."

The smell of Vinyl's excitement spread around the room as she moaned in delight from the sensation of Octavia's hoof sliding into her inner folds.

"Did you want to say something, Vinyl?" Octavia teased her mare as she rubbed her clit in fast circular motions.

"T-t-t-t-t-t-TAVI!" the pianist yelled, moving rhythmically towards Octavia's hoof, bathing in pleasure.

"What was it?" The cellist grinned in mischief, fastening her motions. A sudden idea struck her, and she licked her lips in mischief. Yes, that should do it... She eyed Vinyl's horn closely and took an experimental lick. The white mare yelled as a tidal wave of pleasure ripped through her body. I didn't know horns were so sensitive... the cellist mused, now taking the whole length into her mouth as she began sucking on her mare's horn intensively.

Vinyl's moans grew louder as Octavia quickened her sucking, desperate to bring her mare to the edge.

However, Vinyl had other ideas in her already hazed mind. Concentrating her magic, she levitated Octavia in such a way that the mares were now in a perfect sixty-nine position. Octavia yelped in surprise but got accustomed to the new position instantly, her tongue sliding into Vinyl's opening without hesitation.

The pianist moaned sensually and, licking her lips, dove into Octavia's inner folds fervently, her hooves holding the grey mare's hind legs, which almost bucked her in the face as she located a familiar little knob, kissing it deeply.

Octavia screamed on top of her lungs as her vision blackened for a moment from the tension that was building up inside her body.

"Feels good, Octy?" Vinyl grinned, feeling each nerve of her mare's body go wild.

Octavia shivered in pleasure, her body twitching, an orgasm already approaching her as her mare licked, and kissed, and nibbled on her clit. But she didn't want to leave her marefriend unsatisfied, so she found nothing better but to copy Vinyl's actions.

The white mare yelled something unrecognisable as a wave of pleasure hit her, covering her whole. Every cell of her body prepared to meet the release that she was so longing for.

Not so talkative any more, Vinyl? Octavia thought with satisfaction, not voicing her unspoken question, lest she stop the love game.

Several more seconds spent in playing with each other, the mares felt it approaching. No matter how hard Octavia wanted to just relax and let the orgasm overcome her, she quickened her pace instead, practically assaulting Vinyl's clit now. A blissful scream escaped the pianist's lips, and that was enough for Octavia to feel her own orgasm approach, washing away all thoughts and emotions, breaking all chains that tied her to the world, letting her ascend to the very heaven.

The two mares lay in silence, panting, for a few minutes. It had surely been a long time since they'd last been intimate. And it was totally worth the wait. While Octavia couldn't fully overcome the pain behind her mother's death, her sorrow was constantly softened by her mare's gentle care and undying love.

The cellist rolled over and placed a kiss on Vinyl's forehead, making the white mare mumble something sleepily.

What now? Octavia wondered idly, remembering a particular moment from the past when she lay just like this, Vinyl by her side, with no idea what the future would bring. She ran her hoof through Vinyl's spiked mane.

"Honey?" she asked, nudging her mare slightly so that the pianist wouldn't fall asleep in the next few seconds.

"Mmhm?" Vinyl responded lazily, opening one eye in what seemed to Octavia a painfully cute manner.

"I was thinking..." Octavia began, drawing  circles in Vinyl's mane. "Maybe Lyra and Bon-Bon know some kind of place where we can get work, given that we're really living here in Los Pegasus from now on?.." she mused aloud, turning her head towards her mare, looking into her ruby eyes.

"Maybe... Hey, you were thinking about Lyra and Bon-Bon while we were having sex?" Vinyl wondered, making Octavia blush and open her mouth. "Nah, it's good, was thinking 'bout them too," she said with a wide grin.

"Vinyl!"  Octavia exclaimed in embarrassment, hitting her mare with a pillow.

"Ouch!" Vinyl exclaimed in a mockingly-offended way. "I get it you like it rough, Octy?"

She was met with another mighty pillow blow developed by the grey pony, who muttered something under her breath and hugged her silly, but at the same time so perfect, mare.

***

Meanwhile, in the adjacent flat, two mares lay on their spacious bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Was that?.." Bon-Bon finally asked, turning her head towards her wife, pointing at the wall behind which their neighbours had been... very loud some minutes ago.

Lyra met her gaze with a wide grin.

"Told'ja, Bonnie. 'Unpacking'?" She huffed and waved her hoof in the air. "'Twas an excuse to rut each other till they can't stand straight."

Chapter 31.5

The Fire in Her Heart

Chapter 31.5

***

I wonder if we will ever get to use our bed, Octavia thought as the tipsy unicorn pinned her down to the sofa lustily. Vinyl was definitely in the mood. Her every nerve, every cell of her body was craving for sex, and Octavia could feel it very well. On one hoof, she was slightly scared of her mare's over-excitement, but on the other hoof, she radiated arousal, both physically, for her inner folds were already getting wet, and mentally, for the rational part of her brain seemed to cease functioning, letting her primeval instincts guide her body. And those instincts kicked in very well.

Without losing any precious time, Octavia dragged Vinyl into a fast, fervent kiss. Her tongue slid into her mare's mouth, engaging Vinyl's in a passionate wrestle. However, the pianist wasn't about to give the privilege of domination to her marefriend  tonight: as she achieved victory over Octavia's tongue, now taking the battle to the cellist's mouth, her horn lit up as she concentrated her magic for something... new.

Vinyl felt her horn become wet, and she would have grinned victoriously if her mouth weren't occupied with Octavia's. That meant that the spell was working. Now to get *her** wet...*

Vinyl's hoof made its way down to Octavia's marehood, rubbing it in soft motions. The cellist broke the kiss and gasped, a wave of delight rushing through her body. She was getting more and more aroused with each passing second. In fact, the whole situation appealed to her a lot: it reminded her of the first week they had spent together - passionate love-making was an integral part of their relationship back then, and so it was now. It felt as if all struggles and worries of the past were fading as Vinyl kissed her neck, moving her head lower and lower and-

Oh. Octavia blinked in surprise as something warm reached her inner thighs, something a little sharp, albeit wet and slimy and... A horn?! But of course it would be. After all, Vinyl had suggested... it several minutes ago, and she, Octavia, had expressed her approval.

"Tavi, are you ready?" Vinyl asked, her voice trembling a little as she was preparing for taking a leap of faith, jumping into the unknown. She wasn't sure what would happen, or if it would feel good at all. But... She remember Tavi licking her horn, sucking on it so fervently... The private space between Vinyl's legs became warm and wet as she reminisced the blissful experience.

"Yes!" the cellist squeaked, the tension building inside her body already filling her whole.

Vinyl smirked. "You know, it's nice of you to let me-"

"Just do it already!" Octavia yelled, losing the last bits of her composure.

"I'll take it as a 'You're welcome'," the pianist said and, with that, slid her horn into her mare's opening.

The feeling that rushed through the mares' bodies, and, as it seemed, through the whole room, enveloping the two musical ponies, could not be described not only by Vinyl's poor vocabulary, but also by Octavia's extensive word stock. Ecstatic pleasure was dancing on the edge of transcendence, blackening the vision, making every nerve flutter and scream in pleasure.

Obeying her instincts, guided by the blind desire to prolong the mutual pleasure, Vinyl began ploughing her mare with her horn, which, by now, was shining with magical energy.

The next few minutes were spent in blissful grunts and groans, and grinding, and occasional moans from both mares. Vinyl felt a tightening pressure building inside her horn - a feeling novel to her; were she less aroused and lust-driven, she would have certainly stopped, but her mind didn't belong to her now. Her whole body, soul and conscience were claimed by the wonderful grey cellist, whose moans by now had evolved into loud yells and waves of profanity.

Vinyl grunted and quickened her pace, assaulting the grey mare roughly, her horn hot and wet; if she were able to see it, she would have been surprised by the fact that her horn was radiating a grey magical aura, sparkles of magical energy already escaping the tip.

Dammit, I'm close... Vinyl's horn began trembling and, just as Octavia grabbed her mare's head with her hooves, reaching an intense orgasm, erupted in a fountain of magical energy, sending sparks right into Octavia, even when Vinyl managed to take out her horn, her weary head falling onto the sheets.

"W-what was that?" Octavia asked, breathing heavily. Never in her life had she experienced anything like this: a mountain of pleasure on her plain, and a strange feeling of being... full... And, of course, Vinyl's sudden magical climax resonated off her as well.

"D-dunno," Vinyl replied in a meek tone, trying to roll over hopelessly: her tired limbs didn't allow it yet. "But... it felt good."

"Yes..." Octavia agreed, smiling. "It felt good."

"Consider it a New Year present," Vinyl said with a grin, winking at her mare.

"Oh, shush, you..." The grey pony lifted a pillow with a clear intention to stuff it into her mare's talkative muzzle, but the fatigue got the best of her, and she yawned, her head falling onto Vinyl's chest.

The pianist stroked the dishevelled black mane and kissed Octavia on the forehead. "Happy New Year, love," she whispered, closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep.