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// The encore Contingency  
// Story: For a Few Octaves More 
// by Muppetz 
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The Encore Contingency 
By: Muppetz

Your eyes crack open. You take a moment to register the view. This wasn’t your apartment. Still groggy and confused the memories all rush back to you, and you look down to the ash colored filly wrapped in your arms. 
Oh yeah…Nice! You think as you mentally brohoof yourself. You lean down and nuzzle her softly. She doesn’t wake up, but you think you see her lips curve with the hint of a smile. You simply lay there, enjoying the feeling of her lying against you, feeling her chest rise and fall with each breath. The sun slowly creeps in the window. Dawns first rays warm your back and fill the room with a golden light. Octavia stirred slightly before she popped open her eyes and looked about her bedroom, then peering over her shoulder at you. She smiled as she apparently recalled her own memories. She flipped herself over so she was lying facing you. Moving your own head forward you press your forehead to hers and stare into her eyes. Sharp and crystalline, they seemed to slice though your body and shoot straight through to your core. Her expression becomes semi-serious. 
“This doesn’t mean you won.” She said in a warning sort of voice. You smile and kiss her deeply on the lips. You extricate yourself from her embrace and walk toward the large sheet of glass that acted as an outer wall, admiring the sun rise.
“Yes it does.” You say smartly.
“Let’s see,” She begins, “I leave you a cryptic note, and you come running to my door like a good little terrier. I think I won.” She finished clearly quite sure of herself. You walk over to where she still lays on her bed, half covered by the snow white bed sheets. You get as close to her face as possible without actually touching her. You’re still smiling confidently.
“…said the little spoon.” You add with devastating effect. She unsuccessfully tries to fight the blush that rises to her cheeks and you bask in her speechlessness. You lick he tip of your hoof and make an imaginary mark on an invisible scoreboard. Her face, a cross between embarrassment and rage. You won this battle, and she knows it, and what a glorious victory it was. You trotted triumphantly to the bathroom. Trying to maintain your victory discipline and not look back at Octavia. Although if you had, you may have noticed the evil smile that now graced her beautiful lips. 
You close the door behind you and inspect the bathroom. Stark white walls, white tile floor, and white marbled counter tops which were inlaid with silver faucets and a full mirror that seemed to span the full length of the room. The entire décor reeked of high society. The atmosphere seemed to fit her personality alarmingly well, Sleek and beautiful, but slightly cold. You look at the shower, its just four glass walls that reach up from floor to ceiling, with a silver shower head and two silver knobs. You turn them both about a quarter turn and the water begins to flow from the head. You reach a hoof into the waterfall and instantly pull it back. Ice cold. You crank the “H” knob, and from the steam that begins to rise off the cascade of water you see that it seems to have the desired effect. You test out the temperature of the water once more. Satisfied with the results you step into the downpour. You stand there for a short while simply enjoying the warm water. You began to look around for some sort of soap. Your eyes fall on a little bottle of un-marked liquid. The picture on the label featured a white mare with an expertly styled purple mane. You squeeze some of the viscous pink gel onto your hoof and run it into your mane. It gives off a pleasant aroma, one that immediately reminds you of Octavia. You close your eyes to protect them from the eye stinging peril of the soap. You turn you head to face the oncoming stream of water directly. The water runs the length of your body and you can feel the soap sliding out of your mane and down into the drain. 
You make sure your face is clear of soap before opening your eyes. You eyes peeked open to meet those of Octavia’s. 
“HOLY SHIT!!!” was all you managed to scream before slipping and falling head over hoofs on your back with a sickening crack which you're pretty sure was your head hitting the floor. “What are you doing?!” you demanded, despite the stars dancing in front of your eyes. All she did was smile and bring herself to stand over top of you.
“Winning.” She said before lowering herself down to you and forcing her tongue inside your mouth. You immediately forgot the throbbing knot on the back of your head. Your tongue met hers and they wrestled and danced. Your forelegs wrapped around her back, but hers remained solidly planted on either side of your head. The water cascaded down upon her back and ran down her sleek frame and down until it flowed over your connected body. She reached up with one hoof and turned the “H” knob at least another half turn and the water became noticeably hotter and steam filled the little glass box. The heated water vapors swirled around your limbs and bodies. Your left foreleg remained at her back and pull her closer to you, your right began to work its way down to the small of her back and then down to her flank where it lingered about, massaging her cutie mark and the base of her tail, which is twitching with anticipation. Her poorly suppressed moaning into your mouth indicating you have found yet another spot which could come in handy later, so you mentally mark the spot for future reference. You hoof continues down along her outer thigh and eventually to her rear leg. She doesn’t seem to know what you’re playing at. 
Good…Good, All according to plan. You think to yourself maniacally. With one swift ninja move you sweep out her back leg and flip yourselves over so that its now you on top. 
“How sneaky.” She said with a hint of amusement. As you locked her into another kiss. “Although,” she began after breaking away. “…soapy bathroom floors can be quite treacherous.” 
Uh oh…
As if on cue, her back legs kick out your own and you begin to slip, which gave her ample opportunity to slide out from under you. She caught you before you slipped and pinned your back against the glass wall, leaving your forelegs up in the air. She did so with a surprising amount of strength. She hopped up on her own back legs and pressed herself against you. Twisting her forelegs around your neck and kissing you once more. You held her close and returned the kiss. Her chest rubbing against your own. She jumped up and wrapped her rear legs around your waist and her tail came and played seductively with your own. 

Alright… she wins this one.