Octavia and Vinyl Make Their Tongues Sore
The gray mare looked away from the red orbs in front of her. The position that their owner currently had her in made it extremely hard for her to concentrate on any sort of rational thought, much less form one she may have into a cohesive sentence. No, her thoughts could only wander to the white-coated pony who currently had her hooves on either side of the mare's head - her friend and lover, Vinyl Scratch (also popularly known as DJ Pon-3). The brash DJ often took the lead as their love life was concerned, and now was no different. If she thought about it (which would not likely happen at the moment) , it rather made sense; she was a cellist, playing much fairer music, whereas her partner often made loud, thunderous music.
"Octavia..." the blue-maned pony in front of her spoke quietly, serving only to intensify the bright rose hue on the poor, trapped mare's cheeks. Octavia could only watch as the other mare's muzzle came closer to her own. The cellist closed her eyes in preparation for the event, though surprisingly enough it never came.
"Wha...?" the gray mare softly spoke. Her lingering question was met only with a light chuckle.
"Octy....don't you think it's time you took charge? You never do."
"I....I'm quite fine with that, as a matter of fact," she stammered out abashedly.
"Hmmm...really? What if I was to say that I wasn't?"
"Are-are you not?"
"Nah, I prefer it." The DJ laughed, then brought her left hoof over to Octavia's cheek.
"Then why, pray tell, are we having this...inane conversation?" asked Octavia, slightly agitated by her partner's apparent bullying.
"'Cause." was the only word the white pony spoke before lowering her muzzle down to her bashful partner's.
As soon as their lips met, a warmth spread through the cellist's body, a feeling which only this brash pony could achieve in her. She leaned into the kiss, and at the same time, felt something poke at her mouth. Spreading her lips to allow her partner's tongue entry, Octavia gave a slight moan as she felt it probe its way around her mouth. She pushed back with her own tongue, relishing in the feeling of the DJ's mouth; Vinyl then started to get more aggressive, attempting to wrestle the position away from the cellist.
The DJ pulled away momentarily to nibble on the gray mare's lips - eliciting a particularly cute moan, if she said so herself - then pushed her tongue back into the mare's mouth with renewed effort. However, at this point came something that the cello-playing mare had never experienced before; a slightly viscous, sweet fluid flowed into her mouth through her partners muzzle. Unsure of how to meet the new sensation (which she did not find entirely unpleasant in nature), she naturally swallowed, Vinyl pulling away as she did so. Octavia vaguely noticed a string of saliva bridging the gap between their lips, though she was much more focused on a matter she deemed of higher importance.
"Wha-what are you doing, Vinyl?!" the now-bright red pony exclaimed.
She got a snicker in response. "I've always wanted to try it, and I figured 'Well, hey, why not now!' since you were being so cute."
"Ye-yes, well, I'd appreciate it if you didn't do it again."
"Really? You sure seemed to enjoy it." the blunt mare responded simply.
“Th-that's irrelevant!”
“I really don't think so...” Vinyl responded, pushing the other mare onto their nearby bed. She landed on top of her partner, and proceeded to go about as she was before, probing the gray mare's mouth with her tongue, and pouring more of her saliva into the other's muzzle. The mare below gulped it down, though she still weakly squirmed in a useless attempt to get away from the treatment. As her stubbornness began to fade, Octavia gave out muffled moans, and the white mare situated above the mare moved her hooves down her partner's figure, eliciting a slight jolt from the other pony as she caressed the cellist's body.
The DJ breathed onto the other musician's ear, then said lightly, “I love you, Octavia...”
The mare below her shuddered slightly, then spoke up in weak protest against her partner's actions.
“I-I think you'd pay me a bit more consideration if that was the case, instead of being so...rash.”
“So, you're saying that I don't actually love you...? Or just that what I was doing was inconsiderate, despite the fact that you were enjoying it?”
“I-I didn't mean to say that you don't love me, but rather, I definitely think you can be a bit...forceful, sometimes, and not really take into consideration what I want,” the gray pony said, speaking a bit clumsily due to the fact that Vinyl's face was still all too close to hers. However, her words seemed to have a bit more of an impact than anticipated; usually, the brash emcee could brush off her words with a comment, but her eyes seemed to show genuine worry that her actions brought displeasure. Confirming Octavia's suspicions, the other mare started speaking in an uncertain tone.
“Did-did you actually have a problem with what I was doing, Octavia? I mean, I knew you were squirming a bit, but, well, that's usually just you being embarrassed – no...I'm sorry, and you're right. I was being a bit too pushy, wasn't I...” the deflated mare said with a hint of sorrow in her voice at causing her lover distress, as she climbed off of the other and went to sit on the edge of their shared bed. Worried over how seriously her words seemed to hit her partner, Octavia crawled over to the DJ and sat beside her, wrapping her hooves around the pony's midriff. She attempted to regain some of her usual elegance and composure, then spoke softly to her companion.
“That's not...I didn't mean it so seriously, Vinyl. We're both right, in a sense; I was certainly being affected by my own...reluctance to show intimacy, though you could have warned me a bit knowing that. Even still, I didn't really, well, dislike it...it'd be hard for me to dislike something you do to me. I love you as well, you know, Vinyl,” the mare stated, a red hue returning to her cheeks as she spoke her thoughts to the other occupant of the room. When she finished speaking, she gave Vinyl a light kiss on the cheek, then turned the mare's head to face her, and planted a kiss on the pony's lips to help perk her up.
“...” The white mare sat quietly, with a blank look upon her face.
“Uh, Vinyl? Are you al-” Octavia began, only to find herself pushed back down onto the bed with arms wrapped her in a vice-like grip. Smiling, she gently wrapped her arms back around the mare hugging her. The DJ could certainly be rather sweet sometimes, despite her appearance. As she was focusing on cuddling with her partner, the gray pony noticed a muffled voice coming from her midriff.
“I love you, Octavia...” the light voice spoke, before its owner raised her head up in order to give her companion one final kiss, bringing another smile to Octavia's face. She then pulled the covers over the two, leaning closer into her lover and getting in a more comfortable position.
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