Simple Melodies are for Fillies

by bahatumay


Promises Fulfilled

Lyra and Bon Bon sat at the mall, enjoying lunch together during Bon Bon's lunch break. Bon Bon, while quite amorous in private, was much more reserved in public; and so she sat stoically upright across from Lyra, not even trying to look romantically into her eyes. However, that didn't stop Lyra from playing footsie with her underneath the table. Though Bon Bon staunchly tried to ignore her, the tiny smile that flitted around her lips showed that she was enjoying the attention.

Suddenly Lyra stopped. Bon Bon frowned at the sudden lack of contact, but then she saw what Lyra was looking at.

“Hey, Octavia,” Lyra said slowly. “What are you doing here?”

"Yeah. This isn't exactly your normal stomping grounds,” Bon Bon agreed, eyeing Octavia's outfit. Her collared shirt with her signature pink bow tie and black vest made her look somewhat overdressed for the mall, especially this somewhat-greasy food court.

Octavia shrugged. “Perhaps not; but then again, I'm not often in the habit of stomping places.” She demonstratively held out one foot, showing off her high-heeled shoe. Lyra had to agree that it was a fancy shoe and most definitely not for stomping in.

Octavia set her foot down. “But I'm not here for that. I came to speak to you. Might I trouble you for a favor, Lyra?”

Lyra frowned briefly. What could Octavia want from her? “Sure. What?”

“Could you please be absent from your home this Friday night?”

Lyra considered this. “I suppose. Why?”

Octavia shrugged. “Let's just say that I need to make good on a promise.”

Lyra tried to think of any promises Octavia had made. Only one came to mind, and she brightened. “Is Vinyl going to get laid?”

Octavia cracked a smile. “That's really up to her; but I'll do what I can to see that we both end up… shall we say… satisfied.”

Lyra stuck out her hand. “Consider it done,” she said. She then turned to Bon Bon. “So, Bonsie, about this weekend… ”

Bon Bon sighed dramatically, even as a smile crossed her face. “I can't just leave my marefriend sexiled on the streets, now, can I? I suppose you can come over this weekend.” A devious smirk flitted across her face. “But don't bother packing pajamas.”

Octavia smiled as Lyra excitedly bicycle-kicked her feet in the air. It was all settled, then.

* * *

Vinyl let out a relieved sigh as she walked through the door and dropped her bags on the ground. “Lyra, I'm home!” she called as she kicked the door shut behind her.

Lyra didn't answer.

“Lyra?” she tried again.

Still no answer. Grumbling something about Bon Bon foalnapping her roommate, Vinyl walked into the living room and froze.

There stood Octavia, with her cello in one hand and the bow in the other. She wore her pink bow tie… and that was all she wore.

Vinyl's breathing grew ragged as she took in Octavia's body. Her skin was smooth and perfect. Her breasts looked full and round, and her nipples (which had obviously been exposed to the cool night for some time now) were perfectly sized. Her pubic hair had been immaculately trimmed, making her look classy even while naked. Vinyl couldn't figure out which part of her body to focus on first. This was even better than her fantasies. This was real. And it was a beautiful, beautiful sight.

Octavia smiled, making no move to cover herself. “Good evening, Vinyl. Have a seat; you're just in time for the performance.”

Still in shock and still breathing hard, Vinyl walked over and sat on the couch, her eyes never leaving Octavia.

Octavia grinned impishly. “And if you have to take care of something personal during the show…” here she gestured towards Vinyl's belt with the tip of her bow, and Vinyl blushed as she realized she was already very aroused, “I promise, I won't mind.”

* * *

The last note lingered on until Octavia finally released her bow.

Vinyl stood and clapped. She had no other option. Octavia's performance had been flawless. Even completely naked, she had remained in control of the music the entire time.

Octavia bent over to set her bow down, then turned and knelt to rest her cello on the ground. Vinyl had to admit she looked just as good from behind. She wondered if there was any way to keep Octavia naked as long as possible.

Too soon, Octavia straightened up and looked at Vinyl. “I don't suppose you'd consider letting me clean up a bit in your bathroom? I... er... seem to have enjoyed the show as well.”

Vinyl felt another urge overtake her. Such class! She was making no movement to cover her body or wipe away the thin trails of liquid running down her legs, but she still carried an aura that commanded respect.

“Sure, I don't mind if you shower,” Vinyl said. “If I get to watch.” Her eyes widened and she slapped her hands over her mouth. Had she really just said that? Would Octavia agree to that? Maybe she would just shake her head in disappointment, say no, and get then dressed and go home but no it had been such a great night-

Octavia raised an eyebrow as she placed her hands on her hips, apparently still unconcerned about her current state of undress. “Is that all? I had expected you to come in and shower with me, as you appear to need one, too; but if all you want to do is watch, I suppose that is also acceptable.”

Vinyl's jaw dropped and her brain seemed to misfire repeatedly as she tried to process what Octavia had just said. “I- you mean- but- you- I- together-”

Octavia smiled and reached up for her neck. With a few deft motions, she undid her bow tie, and set it down on a small table nearby. Now completely naked, she paused just long enough for Vinyl to get a good look, and then she leaned down and undid the button to Vinyl's pants, gently pulling them to the floor. Her panties required a little bit of effort to remove, as wet fabric tends to stick to skin, but they were soon removed. Octavia crossed her arms and grabbed the hem of Vinyl's shirt, and instinctively Vinyl raised her arms. Gently but firmly, Octavia uncrossed her hands and lifted her shirt off, tossing it aside. Vinyl briefly wished she had put on a different bra this morning--she'd been wearing this one for three days straight now!--but that thought was banished as Octavia moved again. She stepped closer to Vinyl, stopping herself a few inches away from Vinyl's breasts. Vinyl hoped desperately that Octavia would lean forward and let their breasts touch, but Octavia kept herself and her breasts tantalizingly out of reach as she reached back behind Vinyl, her fingers brushing gently against Vinyl's skin as she reached for her bra strap. With her right hand, she unclipped Vinyl's bra, and then rested that hand on her sternum. Vinyl inhaled sharply through her teeth as Octavia gently caressed her, her fingers briefly brushing against her breasts before she hooked the front of her bra and gently slid it off. Vinyl shifted her shoulders, letting Octavia finish her work of stripping her.

When Vinyl was as naked as she was, Octavia leaned forward and gently took Vinyl by the hand. She stepped closer, this time letting their bodies touch as she whispered in her ear. “Maybe, when we're finished cleaning up, we can try some of my fantasies, too,” she suggested.

Vinyl nodded dumbly, unable to force words out but still wilfully consenting to whatever Octavia wanted to do to her. With her. To her. Either way was fine with her.

With a knowing (and somewhat predatory) smile, Octavia squeezed her hand comfortingly, and then slowly led the dazed unicorn into the bathroom.