Intimate Details

Intimate Details - Part 11 “Keep in Mind”

“Haah… Haah… Haah…”

“Again?”

“Yes. Please.” Rarity panted, her legs weak. Not that it mattered, she wasn’t using them anyways. Octavia grinned as she leaned forward. Rarity felt the head spread her tender lips apart, slowly slipping into the drenched folds of her aching womanhood. With a soft grunt, Octavia drove the strapon deeper, spearing Rarity on the eight-inch monstrosity. Rarity’s mouth opened in a soundless scream, her eyes clenched against the intense sensation of being filled so fully. Octavia didn’t give her a moment’s rest before she set in on the whimpering magi, thrusting deep and easy.

“Oh… Oh my stars.” Rarity could feel her open mouth drool as she was filled the brim over and again. Octavia was surprisingly skilled at using the device to elicit numerous orgasms from Rarity. Perhaps it came from having a magi lover before, but Rarity’s previous relationships were the last thing on her mind. Indeed, all her hormone-riddled brain could handle at that moment was how she was trying to not break glass with the bottled-up screams threatening to rip from her throat at any given moment.

“Unf!” Octavia grunted as she drove in yet again. Rarity could feel her lover’s magnificent thighs lathered with sweat as they slapped against her rear. Octavia showed her no quarter. Time and again, the strapon hit spots within her core that made her shudder and drool. The sheets would most definitely have to be changed after this. But if Octavia’s energy level was any indication, they had barely begun. Rarity cried out as the bulbous head rammed into her g-spot, ruthlessly shoving her over the edge of yet another orgasm.

“Shit!” Octavia gasped as she pulled out. Rarity squirted a thin stream of clear liquid, dribbling the fluid all over the already-abused sheets. Some of it spattered against Octavia's thighs, dripping down the beautifully curvaceous flesh to join the rest of the moisture on the bedspread. “That’s the fourth time. You’re a machine.” Octavia panted, her lips curled in a devious smile. Rarity kept her hips in the air, though her torso had fallen forward long ago when her arms gave out. She looked back and up at Octavia, her half-lidded gaze too preoccupied with resuming normal brain function to reply to Octavia’s amazement.

Octavia gave her a brief moment of reprise, though it couldn’t very well be considered a break. She scooted back a short way, but leaned her mouth in. Rarity moaned as Octavia’s tongue gingerly dragged over her entire dripping slit, lapping up the last few drops of arousal that seeped out. She moaned, licking Rarity a few more times. Rarity could have melted. Every time Octavia passed her clit, she gave the swollen nub a swift flick. Rarity would jerk and twitch each time, shuddering now and then as the sensations washed through her veins.

“Hmm.” Octavia groaned, sending another shudder through Rarity. Her tongue began to grow a little more bold, peeling her lips apart and slowly pushing deeper. A stark contrast to the unyielding hardness of the strapon, Rarity could feel the flesh of Octavia’s tongue give just a little when she flexed the muscles in her stomach. Taxed as they were, Rarity willed herself to keep flexing. The sensation of Octavia’s tongue inside of her was just too much to resist.

Rarity spared a quick glance back at Octavia, smiling when she saw the cellist’s hair matted to her shoulders and neck. She was lathered with sweat. Rarity could just barely smell the musky scent of her exertion, and it wasn’t entirely unwelcome. As coordination returned to her muscles, Rarity slowly pushed herself up. Octavia arched an eyebrow as Rarity took the initiative.

“Oh… Oh!” Octavia gasped when Rarity’s hands fell to her shoulders, gently guiding her onto her back. Octavia willingly stretched out, lifting her hips to allow the strapon to stand straight up. Rarity saw her opportunity and took it. Swinging one long, slender leg out, she straddled Octavia’s intimidating waist, though she had to spread her legs much further than normal. Octavia blushed, but Rarity stopped her complaint by grabbing the strapon and guiding it firmly into her aching core.

“Rarity…” Octavia groaned, her hands resting on Rarity’s slender waist. “Are you sure?”

“You aren’t the only one… Who wants to sweat…” Rarity panted, slowly lowering herself until the strapon bottomed out. She rolled her head back, giving Octavia a long look at her twitching chest. She smiled when the cellist’s slender fingers dug into the flesh of her breasts, squeezing with a firm touch. Octavia wanted this as badly as she did. Smoothly, Rarity began to move her hips.

It came surprisingly natural to her. She knew Octavia wouldn’t enjoy this a whole lot, aside from maybe getting a show, but she’d be damned if she didn’t get her fill. Mouth open in a breathless gasp, Rarity began to gyrate her hips. It started with a simple back and forth motion, but soon developed into a side-to-side, circular ride. She could feel the strapon slide around inside of her, caressing each inch of her tender walls at her behest. Before long, she was rising and dropping her hips as well, sliding the strapon in and out just a little at a time.

“Rarity.” Octavia panted. She hadn’t realized, but Rarity had lost track of herself. She was bucking her hips wildly now, enjoying the unbridled sensation of being in control. “I’m so close.”

“R-really?” Rarity panted, her hips slowing down a little.

“You’re… Really good at this… I’m gonna cum soon.” There was an underlying hint of something greater in Octavia’s voice. She was eager. Willing. She wanted Rarity to continue. No, that look in her eyes… She needed Rarity to keep going.

“Together.” Rarity began moving her hips again, slowly picking up in intensity. “Cum with me, Octavia… Together!” Rarity tipped over the edge of reason, her hips moving as fast and hard as she could manage. Her breasts would jump in time with each wild thrust, and the writhing sensation of the massive strapon buried inside of her was unlike any other. It came upon her in a rush. She threw her head back, feeling her hair whip through the air as her mouth opened in an unbridled scream of passion and need. Beneath her, Octavia thrust her wide hips into the air, lifting Rarity from her knees as they both came long and hard.

She wasn’t sure when or how, but she fell. The strength was gone from her muscles, and she fell the only way her exhausted body would allow her. Octavia grunted as Rarity landed atop her, the two of them panting and drooling a little. Rarity was lost in a blissful haze of post-orgasmic bliss, too happy to even feel the screams of protest in her muscles. Octavia breathed heavily enough to lift both of them a few inches before they settled back down, trying to reconcile what had just transpired. Still lost in a haze of bliss, Rarity was only vaguely aware of Octavia rolling them onto their sides.

“That was incredible.”

“I think I’m going to die.” Rarity croaked, her arm lifting itself to weakly drape across Octavia’s side. “I can’t feel my legs.”

“Silly.” Octavia teased, kissing Rarity’s neck. She was acutely aware of the cellist inhaling the scent of her sweat. She closed her eyes and smiled, enjoying the comforting sensation. “You smell so good…”

“I smell like sweat and cum.” Rarity groaned teasingly.

“And I said you smell good.” Octavia placed a gentle kiss on Rarity’s collarbone, sending another shiver up her spine. “So good… Hmm…”

“Octavia…” Rarity breathed, her fingers finding their way to the small of the cellist’s back.

“Hmm…” Octavia inhaled again, and this time Rarity could feel the air brushing over the fine hairs on the nape of her neck. She shuddered once more, her mouth opening in a breathless gasp. Despite the protests from her muscles, she could feel the heat begin to build in her crotch once more. Octavia’s hands began to roam, sliding up and down Rarity’s sides. Rarity wanted another. She didn’t care if it put her in the hospital, she would have this woman again.

“Roll over.” Octavia pushed Rarity onto her back, settling atop her. Rarity willed her legs to open, giving Octavia access. The strapon pressed against her entrance, prodding her ever so slightly. Rarity’s mouth opened as she looked up at Octavia. Just as their tongues met, the strapon slid in.

“What do you mean you’re exhausted?!” Amethyst sounded furious. “Rarity, I’m so far behind on commissions! I can’t keep up!”

“Relax, Amy.” Octavia winced as her business partner shouted into the phone. “I mean I’m actually, legitimately exhausted. Doctor’s orders, I can’t leave the bed for at least two days.”

“Oh wow, really?” The fire died from Amethyst’s voice as Rarity explained a little. “What happened?”

“Well, long story short, I may or may not have engaged in some unscrupulous activities…”

“You fucked yourself senseless, didn’t you?” Rarity thought the phone would melt in her hand with the heat from her cheeks.

“To put it bluntly.” She admitted. Amethyst’s sigh from the other end of the line was both wistful and exasperated. “Hey, I never said I couldn’t use magic. If you need help, you can bring some of the load by my apartment. Hey, stop that.” Rarity batted at Octavia’s hands, shooting her love a quick, playful glare. Octavia sat at her bedside, grinning at her as Rarity tried to conduct a conversation without being molested.

“I’m not doing anything…”

“Not you. Aah! Hey! Quit it!” Rarity laughed as Octavia tickled her sides. “Haha! Okay, okay, I give! Amy, I’m going to have to call you later. Tee hee! Stoppit! Aah! Not there!”

“Rarity, you’re not-“

“Just bring some commissions to my apartment! Gah! Hey, stop! No, not my sides! Amy, bye!” Rarity jammed the red end button and threw her arms around Octavia, pulling the relentless woman down to the bed with a warm, smiling kiss. “You know I’m not supposed to be exerting myself right now.” Rarity teased, kissing Octavia’s cheek as they stretched out atop her bed.

“If you can work, you can be tickled.”

“Hey, stoppit!” Rarity squirmed as Octavia’s deft fingers played over her ribcage, sending jitters all along her worn body. Octavia cackled maniacally, but ceased her incorrigible teasing. She settled against Rarity with a warm smile, the two of them stretched out comfortably atop Rarity’s bed in her apartment.

“How long do you think I should stay?” Octavia asked, her hand pushing it’s way through the long strands of Rarity’s hair.

“Well, Sweetie Belle already knows about you and I, so it’s no big deal for her to see you… But it’s up to you if you want to let Amethyst know about us.”

“It doesn’t matter to me either way.” Octavia teased, smiling down at Rarity. “We have to start somewhere, don’t we?”

“Only if you’re okay with it.” Rarity frowned up at Octavia. “I mean… Amy’s not known for her discretion. If we tell her, it’d likely be in the headlines within two days…”

“Pfft. Only the tabloids. I don’t think we’ll make any headlines until we go on a public date together.” Octavia kissed Rarity’s forehead, making the magi close her eyes with a soft sigh.

“Suit yourself. I’m sure Amethyst will come over anyways, if not for work than to see who was tickling me on the phone.”

“I suppose I’ll have to make myself halfway decent.” Octavia groaned, slowly sitting up. She had spent the night with Rarity after bringing her home from the hospital, and the two were still dressed in loose t-shirts and panties. Rarity was on doctor’s orders to stay at home and rest. Octavia was determined to stay with her, always reminding Rarity she was to stay in bed and let Octavia pamper her for a few days. She had even brought a small suitcase with her clothes. Rarity watched as Octavia went about dressing herself, switching her tank top for a loose blouse and pulling long, loose slacks up her full legs. She remained barefoot, however.

“Can I get you anything?”

“Water and some pants, if you could dear.” Rarity slowly sat up against her headboard. Her t-shirt was plenty to keep her decent, but she didn’t feel comfortable letting Amethyst into her bedroom with nothing but her panties on.

“Hmm… Will these do?” Octavia held up a pair of loose blue pajama bottoms.

“Those are fine, thanks.” Rarity snagged the fabric with her magic, grinning as she pulled them up her bare legs underneath the covers.

“Be right back with the water.” Octavia slipped out of the room, leaving Rarity feeling slightly fatigued from the effort of just pulling her pants on. To say nothing of the torturous tickling she had endured. Octavia returned with Rarity in mid-yawn, smiling as she handed off a cool glass of water. “Anything else?”

“Ooh.” Rarity picked up her phone as it vibrated, surveying the screen. “Amethyst will be here in a minute. You will either want to hide or prepare yourself for an adoring fan.”

“Like I don’t know how to handle myself around fans.” Octavia rolled her eyes, though Rarity didn’t miss it as she fastened one more button on her blouse. “I’m sure it’ll be fine. I’ll get the door.” Octavia slipped away again, leaving Rarity alone with her half-empty water. Rarity sipped at it nonchalantly, though she set it aside when she heard the front door open.

And the resulting scream.

“Where is she?!”

“In here.” Rarity called out with a roll of her eyes. The distinct sound of heels clicking down the hallway led Amethyst as she burst into the bedroom.

“You could have told me you were banging Octavia!”

“Well then. I see that cat’s out of the bag.” Octavia rolled her eyes, sweeping past Amethyst in the doorway to go sit on the bedside with Rarity. “Charming friend you have there, Rarity. Certainly has a mind for manners.”

“Oh. I-I’m sorry.” Amethyst muttered, her fierce glare dropping in an instant. “I didn’t mean to offend-“

“It’s fine, darling. Come here.” Rarity opened her arms, giving the distraught woman a quick hug. Octavia rolled her eyes but smiled nevertheless. “I was going to tell you soon. In fact, we really only just decided on this, what, two days ago?”

“Sounds about right.” Octavia shrugged nonchalantly.

“Oh… So you two haven’t been doing anything since the concert?”

“Well… Off and on. It’s a really, really long story…” Rarity rolled her hand, shaking her head a little. “Some other time, darling. Did you bring me some work?”

“Oh! Right. Here you go.” Amethyst pulled a thick folder from her handbag, passing it off to Rarity, who glanced over the first few pages inside. “I gave you half of what we had left to work on. I can handle the other half along with the commissions we have to develop. How long do you have to stay in bed?”

“I should be back by Thursday at the very latest.” Rarity muttered, frowning at the one design request. It was awfully intricate. “Wednesday is a safe bet, though.”

“I can hold out until then. Miss De Lis wants her dress finished by Friday, and I need some help with the embroidery.”

“Fleur De Lis?” Octavia perked up. She had previously been disinterested in the conversation. Rarity and Amethyst shared a quick look.

“Eer… Yeah. Do you know her?”

“We’ve met a few times.” Octavia frowned. “She’s a bitch.”

Both Rarity and Amethyst’s jaws dropped. Octavia just looked at the two of them.

“What? She is…”

Rarity recovered in two day’s time, which worked perfectly with Octavia’s schedule. Sweetie Belle was brought up to speed on all that had happened, though they spared the dramatic fight at the diner. She was assured that Twilight was paying for her education, and Rarity would pay for her housing. Octavia’s flat was closer to the school, so she could visit more often as well. While she wasn’t entirely shocked that Rarity and Octavia were in a relationship, she did express her concerns about Rarity moving in. Octavia assured her over and again that she was perfectly fine with Rarity staying there, and should Sweetie herself fall on hard times, she was welcome at the flat as well.

It made Rarity rather happy seeing her sister get along so well with Octavia. The two of them chatted more than Rarity thought they would, and seemed to hit it off rather well. They were rapidly becoming friends, even in the two short days Rarity spent in her bed at home. Octavia had brought a cello from her flat so she could practice, and Sweetie Belle sang with her often. They would often talk late into the night about musical theory and various composers or artists, which Rarity found only slightly interesting. But the two of them would talk for the longest time about it. Rarity was ultimately happy that Sweetie Belle and Octavia got along well.

Alas, the time came that Rarity could leave the bed. After a quick discussion, Octavia and Sweetie Belle reached an agreement with Rarity. Sweetie Belle would stay at the apartment until the lease was up, which would give Rarity plenty of time to find a new place for Sweetie Belle to stay during her classes. Meanwhile, Rarity and Octavia would begin allocating all of Rarity’s things to the flat. They started with just one suitcase, containing enough clothes to carry Rarity through the remainder of that week and all of the next. Her entire closet would take a lot of doing to move in its entirety, but that was a problem to be handled at a different date and time. At that moment, all Rarity could think about was getting back to Octavia’s flat and falling asleep.

When Rarity woke Wednesday morning, it was by Octavia’s side in her massive bed, still buried deep in the warm covers. She sighed and stretched her muscles, feeling rested, relaxed, and ready for a productive work day. Octavia opted to sleep in while Rarity showered and prepared for the day. When she emerged from the bathroom, though, Octavia was dressed in short shorts and a tank top.

“Hmm. Mornin’.”

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” Rarity kissed her cheek with a warm smile. “Do you have anything planned for today?”

“Natalie’s been bugging me the past week.” Octavia muttered, still obviously tired. Rarity didn’t realize how poorly her bed slept two people. It must have been nice for Octavia to sleep in her own room once again. “I have to go see what she wants. Can I meet you for lunch?”

“That’d be lovely. I think I should get going, though. I’m going to have a lot of catching up to do.”

“Alright then.” Octavia smiled and followed Rarity towards the elevator. Both women froze when the door opened before they reached it. From the landing emerged the last woman in all of Equestria Rarity had expected to see. Shocked beyond proper words, both women could just stand and stare.

“Hello Rarity. Miss Octavia.” Her beautiful smile and serene voice were both calming and awe-inspiring. Rarity closed her open mouth, breathing the name of the woman standing before them.

“Princess Celestia.”