Warning! This fictional piece contains scenes that some readers may find offensive!
"So Vinyl, are you ready for tonight?"
Octavia sensed it, even though Vinyl hadn't given any audible or visible clues, she knew that she suddenly had the most gleeful grin on the side of her face Octavia coudn't see.
"Well, what evening activities have you got planned, Miss Philharmonica?"
Octavia smiled, nudging open the bedroom door behind her.
"Just some light exercise. Nothing too strenuous, wouldn't want to...overwork you."
Vinyl's grin became very visible as she rose from her seat and practically galloped to Octavia's side. She had that hungry look that Octavia found amazingly enticing. Best to draw it out just a little longer, to see it become increasingly ravenous before her eyes.
" I think I can live with being overworked a little, Octy."
"Oh, I'm afraid once you open the floodgates, Vinyl, there's no grey areas. It's everything, or nothing."
Vinyl's brain lost control of her tongue, and it lolled out the side of her mouth like a happy puppy. She had always been a take-it-all kind of pony. She slipped by Octavia into the bedroom, enjoying the initial and brief taste of intimacy as she passed her. The bedroom door was silently closed, and beyond it, the activities began.
Vinyl lay down on the bed, waiting for Octavia to undress. The bow-tie was lustily cast to the floor before Vinyl's suddenly very attentive eyes. Octavia prowled her way up the bed like a leopard, finally finishing her journey beside Vinyl.
Octavia smirked, staring at Vinyl's eyes, before tracking her gaze up into the horn that sat amongst her mane. She slowly moved forward, stretching out her tongue for one, delicate-.
ZAP!
A bolt of lightning arced from the horn, knocking Octavia off the bed. She vainly tried to reassert her grip on the covers, accidentally pulling both the duvet and Vinyl off the mattress and onto her. Suffice to say, it took a significant amount of time before the two untangled themselves from the bedspread. When Octavia did emerge, her tongue was somewhat less dextrous than it had previously been before the incident.
"Why dib woo doo dat?"
"It's...it's an instinctual thing, I didn't know you were gunna-!"
Octavia crossed her forelegs, pouting her lips in a manner that made her tongue stick up like an excited pegasus' wings.
"I wab twying to be sexthy!"
Vinyl couldn't help it, the mood had been incapacitated at the same time Octavia's tongue had been. Seeing the normally somewhat pompous mare standing indignantly before her with her tongue hanging beside her chin made Vinyl's day in ways she'd never experienced before.
"Don'b juth sthand dere! Helb me or sumthin!"
Vinyl was already very much rolling on the floor in hysterics at that point, a fact which Octavia didn't fully enjoy. As a result, it transpired that Octavia spent most of her time in bed that night sleeping off her stunned tongue until the feeling came back to it.
Vinyl got the couch that night.