Octavia stumbled into their darkened apartment, the movie a distant afterthought compared to the heat filling her and the nervous thudding of her heart. Vinyl followed her closely, stopping for a second to buck the door closed with her hind leg and locking it with an absentminded flare of magic; her attention was arrested on the swaying grey flank graced by a flowing black tail that nearly dragged on the floor.
Swallowing the sudden lump in her throat, Vinyl trotted hastily after her through the apartment. She stopped in the doorway of Octavia’s bedroom, stunned by the sight of the other mare lying prone on her bed with her legs splayed, her luxurious tail obscuring the parts of her Vinyl was most interested in seeing.
Octavia quirked her ears, having heard Vinyl pause on the threshold of her room. She glanced over her shoulder, conscious of the warming in her cheeks as she tried to ignore the embarrassment of putting herself on display like this. She smiled at the frozen Vinyl, hoping to break whatever was holding her in thrall.
Vinyl shuddered and her breath caught briefly; Octavia’s smile was at once both beautifully innocent and trusting and demanding, even desperate.
Celestia, she’s sexy . . .
Tearing her gaze away for a pair of hammering heartbeats, Vinyl took a deep breath and shoved aside any thoughts not related to the mare offering herself to her. Determined to put on a show of her own, Vinyl took a slow and confident step into the room, setting her hoof down with purpose. She took one measured step after another, determined to make Octavia wait for her as long as possible.
Octavia looked away after Vinyl began to move, listening with growing impatience to each of her hoofsteps. She gasped when she felt the bed sag and creak as it accepted Vinyl’s weight; she gasped again when Vinyl’s hoof made contact with her body, tracing a slow, teasing line down her spine from the nape of her neck to the base of her tail that left electric tingles in its wake, making her muscles tense up in response. She swallowed a sudden mouthful of saliva as Vinyl situated herself so that she was straddling her grey back with her head next to Octavia’s. “So, Octy, do ya have a lot of experience making mares want you? ‘Cause I’ll be honest, you can be damn sexy when you wanna be,” Vinyl said in a sultry whisper.
“N-no,” Octavia stammered. “You’re the first pony I’ve ever wanted to . . . want me.”
Vinyl drew back a little before asking, “Really? I’m the first pony you’ve ever been with?” Octavia nodded nervously, and Vinyl leaned in to gently nuzzle at the side of her face. “Don’t worry, sweetie; I’ll be gentle and I’ll make sure you enjoy it, alright? If you’re sure you really wanna do this; I don’t wanna force you into anything.”
“I-I’m sure. I want this,” Octavia answered.
“What do you want, Octy?”
“I want you to make love to me, Vinyl,” Octavia said, turning her head away to hide her blush.
“We’ve really gotta work on your dirty talk,” Vinyl mused. “But I guess it’ll do.” She clamped her teeth down over the tip of Octavia’s ear, biting just barely hard enough to be felt.
Octavia’s gasp of surprise quickly changed into a quiet moan of happiness as Vinyl’s teeth gently nipped at the sensitive area. Vinyl’s mouth continued to tease at her ear while her hooves were free to roam down Octavia’s sides, drawing little circles and spirals that left tingling paths in their wake, sending bits of Octavia’s fur standing on end.
Suddenly Vinyl’s hooves were gone from the side of her body and gently cradling her face, turning her head to face Vinyl’s. Her lips pushed against Octavia’s as her tongue forced itself into her mouth. Octavia opened her mouth wider, moaning deep in her throat as Vinyl’s tongue explored her mouth, pushing ever deeper. Octavia’s chest heaved with labored breathing as Vinyl’s lips cut off much of her ability to breath, but it seemed a small price to pay to have Vinyl’s wet, pink tongue dominating her mouth, rubbing hungrily along her own tongue and her cheeks and the roof of her mouth.
Finally, Vinyl relented and pulled her lips away, a thin trail of saliva extending between them. Her eyelids were lowered in heated satisfaction as she studied Octavia, gasping for breath after that deep and demanding kiss. “Ha . . . ha, Vinyl; that was . . . nice,” she panted.
“Mhm,” Vinyl murmured. “It gets better.” She eased herself off of Octavia’s back and prodded her gently in the side with a hoof. “Roll over for me, love,” she ordered softly.
Obediently, Octavia shifted and rolled onto her back, looking up at Vinyl with wide, trusting eyes. She grunted softly as Vinyl straddled her again, gratefully accepting her weight.
She started, transfixed by Vinyl’s gleaming eyes, as her face slowly lowered towards her own. Her eyes closed in satisfaction as Vinyl’s full lips melded against hers again. This time, greatly daring, Octavia pushed her own tongue against Vinyl’s lips. To her shivering delight, Vinyl parted her mouth to allow Octavia’s tongue to push inside, its pink warmth slithering between her lips.
Her tongue roved for uncounted moments, twining with Vinyl’s in an intricate dance of give-and-take. Finally, she became aware of Vinyl’s hoof sliding gently down between her legs, lightly brushing against her arousal. “Mmm,” she moaned, her soft noise swallowed by Vinyl’s kiss. The hoof began to slide, teasingly, barely making contact with her folds. “Mmm . . . mhm . . . mph,” she breathed huskily, lips still locked with Vinyl’s.
Vinyl sped up her movements, allowing the trimmed sides of her hoof to slide smoothly between Octavia’s silky labia as she stroked.
Octavia squirmed happily, the first hints of warm fluid beginning to seep out of her. Her rear legs trembled slightly, spread open as far as they could to allow more of Vinyl between them.
Breaking the kiss, Vinyl leaned back to smile lovingly down at her. “You doing alright, Octy?” she asked gently.
“I . . . aah,” Octavia panted. “Oh, Vinyl!” she moaned as a shudder passed through her, tensing her up in all the right ways.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Vinyl said leaning in for another kiss, much briefer this time. Pulling away from Octavia’s flushed face, she shifted her body lower, bringing herself down to nestle her head between Octavia’s legs, her arousal heady with its closeness. Octavia’s hips bucked slightly, unconsciously, as Vinyl’s warm breath washed over her nether regions, inflaming her further. Teasingly, Vinyl laid her mouth against the source of Octavia’s desire, gingerly slipping her tongue inside to probe her warmth. After a few exploratory laps with her tongue, she withdrew it back into her mouth, savoring Octavia’s taste. “Mmm,” Vinyl grunted, satisfied, as she licked her lips in enjoyment. “You’re sweet, babe,” she said teasingly.
Octavia’s reply morphed into another deep groan of delight as Vinyl’s mouth clamped back over her, tongue lashing out with firm determination.
Her frame shuddering with delight, Octavia surrendered to her body’s impulses. Chest heaving with panting breaths and biting her lip to contain her howls of delight, she lost her awareness to the coiled tension in her body, turning in on itself almost painfully to form a throbbing knot somewhere past the reach of Vinyl’s lapping tongue. “Oh . . . oh, Celestia,” she groaned.
Vinyl, sensing Octavia’s nearness, buried her face as deeply as she could in her folds, glistening and slick. Her tongue probed deeper still, mixing her saliva and Octavia’s own fluids. She gently placed one hoof over the small, fleshy knob almost concealed among Octavia’s nethers, moving in firm circles over it.
Octavia tensed, back arced and limbs petrified and shaking, as the pressure inside her core redoubled, straining against itself. Her interior walls contracted roughly, squeezing against Vinyl’s tongue. She thrashed on the bed and her hind legs wrapped around Vinyl’s shoulders, clenching and forcing her muzzle deeper with a surprised “Hmph!”
Her internal contractions settled into a rhythm, each one bleeding off some of her tension from her rigid form. Finally, with a feeble twinge, she was spent. Her muscles soupy with exhaustion, Octavia closed her eyes with a happy sigh as slight tingles meandered down her spine. “Oh, Vinyl, that was—“
“—Bucking awesome?” Vinyl asked with a grin, raising her head.
Octavia stared, shocked, at the matted fur of Vinyl’s face. It was soaked in patches, rivulets of clear secretion trickling down from the corners of her grinning mouth. “Is that . . .” she trailed off.
“Yup,” Vinyl answered cheerfully. “It’s all yours.” She sidled up to lean down and plant a soft kiss on Octavia’s lips, running a hoof through her mane. “So, did you like that?” she murmured.
“Oh, yes,” Octavia breathed huskily. “That was amazing.”
Vinyl lowered her head, nuzzling Octavia’s face. “I told you’d I’d make sure you enjoyed it. Your first time deserved to be special.”
Wrapping her forelegs around Vinyl and returning her nuzzle, Octavia whispered, “It was. Thank you, Vinyl.”
“You’re welcome, Octy,” she replied tenderly. Gingerly, her hoof patted against Octavia’s nethers, eliciting a soft hiss. “You might wanna go clean up, though,” she said. “Trust me; you don’t wanna sleep like that.”
