Coco let out a heavy sigh of relief as she saw the other seamstress leave the stage, allowing Silk Line to continue into the finale. Coco giggled to herself. Why am I holding my breath? I know how this season ends.
She glanced back at her computer, checking the discussion logs on Fashion Star Paparazzi, a website designed for fangirls like her. Ponies were blowing up the general chat about the ending, but she was distracted by a flashing chat request from Orchestra Design. Coco smiled, her thoughts drifting to the friend she had made over the course of this season, and knew she would be happy to see that Silk Line was moving on. She clicked the accept button while subconsciously brushing back some of her blue hair.
’It was good to see Silk not get kicked off this week. I was so afraid she wasn’t going to make it.’
‘I wasn’t. Silk has been performing far too well to be kicked off for one bad week, even with helping Threadbare. However, she does need to learn when not to bow to others.’
‘Yeah, that’s probably her biggest weakness. Do you think she’ll win?’
‘I’m not certain. She is a strong designer, but her self-confidence has been less than stellar and I think she might snap like a twig in the finale. I hope it doesn’t happen, but it’s all too possible for a shy mare like her.’
Coco gulped as she read the message, remembering those same doubts so long ago. ’I doubt she’ll snap. I bet she rises to the occasion and takes it all.’
‘At least one of us can be optimistic. She’s been slipping recently, and I doubt the finale will help with that. How about we talk about something else instead? I can only be on for about another ten minutes before I need to get ready for the concert.’
‘Good luck! I know you’ll be amazing as always!’
‘Thanks, but it’s nothing to get excited about. Just a small performance down here in Ponyville.’
‘You should be doing more than just small jobs. I know you deserve to be playing in Canterlot for the princesses.’
‘Your words are too kind. I enjoy the simplicity of Ponyville. Besides, I do return from time to time for the recognition and prestige. Now, about that topic change?’
‘Of course! Sorry. Um, what did you want to talk about?’ Coco felt her cheeks flush and and glanced a her empty apartment in embarrasment.
’I was wondering if you wanted to finally meet up? We could watch the finale together, and get to know who each other actually are. You seem fun enough here, so I see no reason why not to.’
Coco felt pale after reading reading the message. After a few moments of silence, she reached for the keyboard. ’I don’t think I can do next week. Sorry. When would be good for you to come to Manehattan?’
She began to hum softly to herself as she brought a mug of cocoa to her lips. Orchestra is always complaining about being busy, so she probably won’t be able to make it for a few weeks. This will buy me time to find an excuse, Set it for a month later, say we’ll confirm at a later date, and I can just keep postponing until I’ve built up enough courage. Coco was still humming to herself when the next message came in.
’Actually, I have a performance in Manehattan on Wednesday. Maybe I could crash on your couch instead of paying for a hotel? I would only need it on Tuesday.’
Coco stared at the message, her chest seizing up. She sat still for a few moments, the mug slowly slipping out of her fingers. “Agh!” Coco leaped from her seat, tripping over it in the process. “Ooow!” Coco lifted herself up to her desk as she sighed. She tapped on the keyboard. ’I would love to have you. I can’t think of a single thing that would get in the way.’
‘Sounds wonderful! I’ll need your address, and I suggest we exchange names. Mine is Octavia, and I will see you on Tuesday. However, I have to go now.’
‘Bye.’
‘Bye.’
Coco put her face to the desk while trying to figure out what had possessed her to actually allow someone to come to her apartment. Glancing around, she could already see old Chinese cartons, strewn-about books, and the odd newspaper or two. Coco sighed, lifting herself up from her chair to get the stain remover for her carpet.
The next week was spent mostly on the small things. Coco was frantically trying to get her apartment into a condition that anypony, let alone a civilized mare like Orchestra, might approve of. This meant cleaning her work room, scrubbing her kitchen from top to bottom, and getting rid of the clutter that had managed to invade every part of her house. The worst part for Coco was finding boxes from when she had moved in, and having nowhere to put the abandoned items. Coco glanced into her room on Monday night and swore she would let the rest of the apartment return to the dump it once was. That, or let the clutter win and invade my bedroom for the rest of eternity.
However, not even her back pain from a night on the couch could dampen her glee in the morning. Yay! My apartment is actually clean! Well, as long as you don’t count my room as a part of my apartment. Coco sighed as she walked to the kitchen to make herself some cocoa. She popped the powder into her specialty made ‘coffee’ maker and let it start brewing.
“Eek!” Coco almost had had a heart attack after seeing herself in her full length mirror across the room. Coco couldn’t believe what a mess she had let her fur and hair become. No, that’s okay. I have plenty of time before Orches- wait, Coco. She said it was Octavia yesterday. Not that it matters. She won’t be coming until noon, and it’s only 10:34 now. Coco stared at the clock for a few moments, blinking sleepily. Her eyes shot open as realization dawned on her. She glanced at the coffee pot, whimpering as she decided she would take a shower while it simmered.
Coco slowly undid the buttons to her yellow pajamas, remembering how little thread was holding them on and how she had to spend two hours fixing them the last time she was in a rush and the buttons had popped off. Next came Coco’s light green bra, which was a simple unclipping as her small B cup breasts bounced out. Coco grabbed her matching panties and quickly got them off, hopping while getting herself disentangled from them and into the shower.
Once in, she took a deep calming breath as she turned on the hot water, dancing a little as the water warmed up. Coco brought out her shampoo first, deciding coat maintenance had to come first. How could I sleep in? I never sleep in! Then again, I never stay up until three in the morning cleaning my house. For a week. Coco whimpered at the thought of all the sleep she had missed.
Coco bent down to work on her legs while her short tail started to flick back and forth at the thought of what they would do today. First, I’ll make a pizza that I prepared yesterday and we’ll have a nice discussion during lunch. Mention my favorite old tv show, try to get her interested, and then we won’t need to watch the finale of Fashion Star. Otherwise tonight will probably be more than just a little awkward. However, if we stick to the plan, nothing should go wrong and we’ll part as good friends.
She felt a shiver run through her as her tail sped up, blowing a small gust right into her marehood. Coco straightened and made her regular mistake of putting her hands between her thighs, a response that always elicited an excited squeal from the petite girl. I wonder if all mares with short tails have this problem. Coco felt her hands slide further in as she bit into her lower lip. Maybe for just a little bit. I have time, right?
Coco started moving her hands further, one teasing the outer lips as her other stroked within. Small moans came out of her as she leaned against the cool tile wall. She slowly moved one hand up to her breasts, squeezing it gently. She knew she should move her other hand up so both breasts got an even lather, but her other hand was just a little busy as it drove a second finger in. Coco moaned as she started softly kneading into her nipple. However, Coco’s mind started working on what might happen if she stayed too long. She let her imagination run though, enjoying the pleasure that morning.
The curtain was pulled away in her fantasy, a gray mare standing on the other side. This was Coco’s normal partner in her fantasies, and the two kissed passionately as Coco pretended to grip the ample bosom that belonged to the intruder. The gray mare in turn would start playing with Coco, suckling on her nipples. She started moaning loudly as the fantasy pushed further and further, just as the two finger within her did.
However, Coco wasn’t quite there yet, and her fantasy went for the coup de grâce. The gray mare pushed Coco against the tile wall, a silent instruction to stay there. Then the intruder started to slowly make her way down, kissing and licking Coco as she went across her stomach until finally making it to her marehood. Coco stared at where the short black hair of the gray mare would have been as she felt her pleasure peaking. Coco could almost feel the tongue slip in where her fingers were, feel the fur that would have rubbed against her thighs, and the heat of the stanger’s breath on her most secret of places. It was all too much for young Coco’s imagination; she let out a muffled cry as she finally came, the liquid quickly joining the water in the now cooling shower.
Coco slowly rose from her knees knowing that she had needed it, but her worry about time come back as she stepped out. She gathered her clothes in one arm, admiring her glistening body for a moment. She sighed as one of her hands gently cupped a breast one more time, but then ran out of the bathroom.
Once in her room she glanced at the clock. 11:23. How did I possibly stay in the shower for that long? Coco was a blur as she put on a turquoise skirt and light yellow blouse. For a moment, Coco stood in the door frame trying to figure out if she forgot something, but seeing the time tick over got her moving again.
Coco spent the last of her time making sure to finish her pizza for lunch, only barely having time to slide the pizza into the oven. Coco breathed a sigh of relief as she started cleaning the counters, ready to wait for Octavia to show up. This did not stop her from going, “Meep,” when a knock came from the door. “Come in!”
Long, graceful, gray legs stepped through the doorway. Coco felt her breath catch as she thought she was in another fantasy because of who had just walked in. Long, flowing black hair, slim gray figure, and a calm to her that extended even to someone as nervous as Coco. The light gray pant suit hugged her curves, bringing Coco’s attention to the wide hips and large bust. “Hello, I am Octavia. Coco Pommel, right?”
Coco felt her mouth turn dry as she thought. It didn’t help Coco that Octavia was glancing along the white mare’s own body, feeling a vague sense of having seen her before. Of course that would be ridiculous. Octavia extended a hand towards Coco. “It is very nice to finally meet you. You have a lovely little apartment.”
Coco cleared her throat and nodded. “Thanks. Um, why don’t I take your jacket? Unfortunately, it will probably be about another hour before the pizza is done.” Coco blushed as Octavia raised an eyebrow. “I have a really bad oven and I woke up really late. Of course I normally would be working on a very coordinated schedule, it’s only been recently that I haven’t been sleeping.”
Octavia shook her head. “I’ll be keeping my jacket. Also, you go sit. I remember times when you’ve told me how messy your apartment is. I’m guessing that’s the real reason you haven’t been sleeping?” Octavia smiled slightly as Coco nodded. “I recorded the finale so we can watch it together. Sound good?”
“No!” Coco blushed as Octavia turned around. “I mean, um, I was hoping to show you another show that I really like. You know, have something else in common.” Coco gave Octavia a nervous smile which was received by a bemused look.
“You haven’t seen the finale and don’t want to freak out in front of me?” Octavia giggled slightly as Coco stammered.
“No actually. I saw it and don’t want to possibly spoil anything for you. Besides, I don’t think a complete freak out is quite how we should start our stay together.”
“Alright, I conceed. Go grab your show. Besides, I could use a little relaxation time after the train ride here.” Octavia stretched out on the couch while Coco slipped into the bedroom. She heard crash and an outcry from within. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine. If you’re going to relax, you might want to change. Bathrooms open for that purpose, especially since I might be stuck here for a little bit.” Another crash came from the room, but Octavia decided it would be best to get changed then look into the disaster zone that was probably behind the door.
Instead, Octavia slipped out of her pant suit and admired just how much work Coco must have put into cleaning. She had been sent pictures before, but everything from those was gone. Of course, Octavia suspected that last night was mainly filled with cramming everything into her bedroom, which brought up the question of where the two were sleeping tonight. She is too cute to curl up next to safely, but I don’t want to turn down all the work she has put into this. No, her being cute, small, and defenseless shouldn’t matter. Octavia looked down, her hands squeezing her large D cups that were being held within a lacy black bra. She took a deep calming breath before putting on a long, heavy, red nightgown from the one bag she had brought in with her.
Octavia had finished straightening out her dress when Coco burst out of her room, falling onto her face. “Ow.” Coco looked up at Octavia and waved a DVD. “I got it!” Coco furrowed her brows as Octavia started to laugh softly. “What is,” She followed Octavia’s eyes and let out a squeaked, “it!” Coco immediately stood up as she slammed the wide open door to her room.
“Coco, please do calm down. I understand you are a busy mare and that cleanliness is not always your top priority. Even my house back in Ponyville gets to be a wreck at times. I thank you for the effort put into getting it to this point.” Octavia smiled as she brushed her hand against the side of Coco’s face. “Why don’t we just sit down and talk for a little bit? Get you to calm down a little before you try to convince me how great the show you have there is.”
Coco nodded and sat down on the couch next to Octavia. “So how has your music career been going, Octavia?”
Octavia smiled. “It has been doing very well, especially since I was invited to play at the Grand Galloping Gala again. How about you, has the fashion business been kind to you at all?”
“It’s been okay. I haven’t gotten a lot of recognition yet, but that’s all my fault. It still pays the bills though.” Coco glanced down, a droplet forming at the edge of her eyes. Octavia decided a change of subject was probably for the best.
“Shall we try out this show of yours then?” Octavia loved the reactions out of the scared little mare, but it was starting to get too easy.
“Yes! Just give me a moment.” Coco stood up and swapped the DVDs in her player, swaying her hips back and forth as she did so. Octavia smiled at it, wondering just how inexperienced the young mare was at such teasing. If she’s as innocent as she appears then I might have problems behaving tonight. Octavia! You should not be thinking about that no matter how frustrated you are. You just met the girl. Or have I? Octavia shivered as she thought she felt another wave of deja vu ripple through her. “Done.”
“Then sit down and relax already.” Coco gently put herself down on the couch with Octavia. “Good. Now finish the order.” Octavia and Coco both gave out a small chuckle as the white mare sank into the cushions. Both of them turned their attention to the title screen and Octavia almost spat out her drink. “Cybernetic Dissonance? You liked this piece of junk?”
Coco looked at Octavia aghast. “What? This was a masterpiece of a show!”
“Oh really? Well why don’t you let me know just how wrong I am?” Octavia felt a shiver run through her. Okay, avoid phrases like that Tavi, and you might just make it through the night.
Coco opened her mouth, ready to protest her beliefs, but nothing came out. Octavia raised an eyebrow as the white mare bit a finger. Coco blushed slightly as she chuckled. “Darn it. I’ve got one, but it’s a little more than just embarrassing.” Coco glanced down, her blush growing slightly.
“Well, how about I see if I can find anything redeeming about this show, then? Besides, we can act like Canterlot elites and rip it apart if it’s so bad.”
Coco giggled, “But you work for those elites, doesn’t that cause problems?”
“Nope. It can be really good to make fun of your bosses before they end up taking a bow to the face.” Both mares burst out laughing as the title sequence finished. It was lively for the first half-hour with Coco trying to get a feel for how to act like a snob, and Octavia letting out venom with each word. The two were still recovering from a poorly scripted briefing of a mystery character when Coco stood up.
“After such an abysmal performance, we are left with the question of who our new enemy is? Who is this thief and just what are her capabilities? And of course, it takes less than a minute for us to get our answer.” Some of the robotic guards on the show started sparking as a hauntingly beautiful melody came from the program. The door went from locked to unlocked, and from behind the mechanical entryway stepped out a gray mare with short black hair in a silver synthetic suit with lines of light that followed her curves and even pooled where the nipples might be found. The cello she held folded into itself, becoming a compact briefcase as she bent low and started running.
“That sleek body, the ample bosom, the unwavering determination all speaks to me. If this show had anything good about it, it is her. Melodic Key is by far the most wonderful woman in all of Equestria with her strength both physically and mentally. Even her confidence is just right so that she can believe in herself but not be some cocky bitch. She truly deserves the title of waifu.” Coco was against the tv now while she caressed the now paused image of Melodic Key.
Octavia raised an eyebrow. “Really now? And what exactly does one do with a waifu?” Octavia put on a broad smile as Coco looked away turning a deep crimson.
“Well I mean you’ve been a fanmare for long enough. I do the normal things anypony does with a waifu. I idolize them, I ship them with myself, and sometimes, um…” Coco glanced at Octavia, praying to Celestia that the gray mare would stop the torture. A coy smile told Coco that she wanted to hear the rest. “Well, I fantasize meeting them. Of course that won’t happen so we can drop the subject.”
Octavia grabbed Coco’s arm as the white mare tried to hurry past her. “Not so fast, Coco. As you said, few fanmares get this type of chance.” Octavia took a deep breath as Coco’s face scrunched up in confusion. Octavia then gripped her hair halfway down her back, crouched low and posed. Coco looked at Octavia, her mind trying to figure out what she was doing. It was only when she glanced back at Melodic Key that Coco realized the two grey mares were in the same position. “Not everyday you get to meet your waifu in real life, right?”
Coco started stammering incoherently as her thighs immediately became soaked, imagining Octavia jumping from that position and putting herself underneath her short skirt. Coco felt like she might pass out from heat stroke by how embarrassed she was trying to remember any of the Equestrian common language, and not the very inappropriate words that came to mind. “Coco, are you okay? I only meant to tease you about the waifu thing. It shouldn’t matter that I played some character all those years ago.”
The ding of a timer let Coco breath again. “That would be our pizza. I’ll t-talk about this after.” Coco almost ran to the kitchen with Octavia following behind closely.
“Coco, you need to-” Octavia stopped talking as Coco bent down to remove the pizza. Right there in front of her was Coco’s freshly exposed marehood, and right next to it was a cutie mark of a purple hat with a red feather in it. The same cutie mark as Octavia’s beloved Silk Line from Fashion Star. The gray mare kneeled, getting very close before asking in a sultry tone, “Coco, are you Silk Line?”
Coco almost dropped the pizza stone as she felt Octavia’s hot breath against her most private part. Coco shivered as she put it down, feeling the area become increasingly moist as her skirt was lifted so Octavia could get a better look at the pink folds. Coco barely squeaked out, “Yes. I didn’t think I could deal with the fame if it had been me.”
Octavia hesitated before licking along the center of the girl’s pussy and causing a sweet little moan to escape from Coco. However, the white mare had to stop herself from almost being cooked as Octavia pushed herself away from the sweet nectar. She stood up on unsteady legs before retrieving her clothes. “I need to go. I should be able to find a hotel or something to stay at.
Coco felt the sting of tears as they filled her eyes. “I’m sorry. I was just in a rush after my shower this morning, I must have forgotten them. I’m so sorry. You… you should probably just go.”
Octavia bent over the counter to the kitchen to stroke the sobbing mare’s face. “It’s not your fault. I have a lot of pent up frustration myself, but I don’t want any relationship between us, friendship or more, starting with rampant sex and imagining each other as some crazy fantasy character or alias. So I will contact you when I am done with those fantasies and we can start as friends. That sound good to you Coco?”
Coco nodded, and Octavia walked out the door as the white mare curled up crying on the tile floor.
Come to Ponyville. There we will have all of our fantasies fulfilled. That was all the card had contained with the ticket for the train that had brought Coco here. She now looked up at the house, Octavia’s letter in hand. But what type of fantasies might those be? Coco’s face burned as she thought of the last time she had talked about fantasies, almost two weeks ago back in Manehattan.
Coco took a deep breath to steel her nerves before she walked to the door and knocked. Coco paled as the door opened, but no one was visible. “Hello?” Coco said nervously as she walked in. A gentle hand wrapped around Coco’s waist, the door slamming shut. A heated breath met Coco’s ear whispering, “Come along, Silk.” The hand moved away and gripped Coco’s hand, pulling her along as Octavia stepped in front of her.
Or at least Coco hoped it was, and not just another fantasy. Octavia was in her show costume, the illumination still following her smooth curves. However, the suit hugged her a bit too tight, and Coco could see the outline of Octavia’s nipples trying to bust through the suit. “Octavia?”
Octavia shook her head as she smiled at Coco, pulling her up the stairs. “No. I decided the best way to beat our fantasies was to give in to them for one night. So my name is Melodic Key, and it is a great pleasure to meet you, Silk Line.” Coco stumbled as her her blush continued to grow.
“Does that mean that, that we are-” Octavia put a finger to Coco’s lips, her face inches away.
“Yes.” Octavia now grabbed Coco’s red scarf, pulling her along. Coco was almost running to keep up with the gray mare’s long strides.
“Bu… but what about your roommate?” Coco was pushed into a room, falling onto a large bed. Octavia put herself over Coco, suspended just above the young mare’s vulnerable body.
“She’s off DJing. Now, relax.” With that Octavia took Coco’s breath away as she started a deep kiss. Octavia’s tongue searched every part of Coco’s mouth, finding places Coco didn’t even know about. Places that elicited moans from the young mare as Octavia lowered Coco’s dress off, revealing a set of lacy white underwear. Octavia disengaged, drool trailing from their open mouths. Octavia smiled at the small pink nipples that could be seen under the sexy lingerie. “And let me take care of you.”
Coco nodded, her heart hammering in her ears as Octavia started nibbling on her neck. Coco felt her bra get unhooked, the pleasure taking away the last of her worries. Melodic will take care of me. I’ve imagined losing my virginity to her hundreds of times, why would this time go any differently? Coco let out a gasp as Octavia finally made her way to Coco’s breasts, biting one of her nipples. “Please be gentle.”
Octavia smiled, gazing up into Coco’s eyes. “No promises,” she said as she kept Coco’s gaze and started suckling on the breast, her other hand finding the other breast. Coco started moaning further, the kneading fingers exciting the firm breasts.
“I’m sorry they’re so small.” Coco threw her head back as Octavia gripped her breasts hard, one being pulled upwards from the suction of the gray mare’s mouth. Octavia looked up at Coco’s face again, sighing.
“I will only tell you one more time. Relax, or else.” Octavia added just enough of edge to her voice to get Coco to listen. However, she didn’t want to scare the young mare, not yet. So Octavia pulled Coco into a sitting position to kiss her one more time. Octavia put her all into the kiss, knowing the faster she got Coco off, the faster it would be her turn. However, Octavia did smile from the sudden jolt that Coco gave as she slid a finger into the mare’s pussy.
Coco started moaning loudly as Octavia kept her close and sitting up. Octavia’s fingers went deeper than hers ever had. That, or it was because of the deep levels of pleasure she was only just finding out about. Coco threw her head back again as Octavia dug a third finger into her sensitive lips. She bit into her cheek, afraid that if she came, the pleasure might stop.
“I said to relax. Now what should I do for your punishment? Hm.” Octavia glanced down at Coco’s crotch and licked her lips before smiling. The gray mare slowly brought herself downwards, lips to lips with Coco’s white panties. Octavia slowly intertwined her fingers into the sides before starting to lower them. Octavia felt Coco start to shiver as she followed her right hand with her tongue, only stopping when she passed the socks. Does this girl only have white in her closet? Octavia wondered as she pulled the panties away from the socks.
Octavia then slowly spread the young mare’s legs, her hands running up Coco’s thighs. Octavia blew on the opening she had found, watching the lips quiver and quake. Octavia took note of a small node at the top, taking in a deep breath of the intoxicating fragrance coming off the fresh marehood. Octavia finally decided to stop making Coco wait, and leaned her head forward.
Coco felt it, the simple intrusion into her most secret area. The intruder wasn’t a finger, though. This time it was warm, slimy, and hot. Coco felt her mind start fading, her pleasure building with each moment. She flopped back on the bed, trying to deny the pleasure and enjoy it at the same time. However, when Octavia wrapped her tongue around her clitoris, all of the dams Coco had tried putting up came crashing down. Coco screamed in pleasure, her whole body shaking from the orgasm. After a few moments she crashed, the high fading and leaving a strangely satisfied feeling. Coco could feel a want though. A want for more.
As Coco opened her eyes, she saw Octavia’s face in front of her. She must have used a pillow or something, because she isn’t nearly as covered in my juices as she should be. Octavia smiled and gave Coco a light kiss before pulling her off of the bed. Coco almost collapsed onto the ground, her legs barely willing to work. Coco licked around her mouth as she was carried away, surprised that Octavia had found the bitter taste enjoyable. That, or she had been kind enough to put up with it.
Coco enjoyed her bliss, willing to just hug Octavia back as she felt an inner warmth and tranquility. However, this was disrupted when Octavia opened the door to the bedroom and started leading her into the hallway. “Where are we going Oct, er, Melodic?”
“Well, I was guessing with that content smile you had that it was possibly my turn, or was there more to your fantasies that I haven’t yet finished.” Octavia cupped Coco’s ass, turning the white mare’s face a light shade of pink.
“No, nothing at all. Um, would you like me to take off my socks? I didn’t mean to leave them on.” Coco smiled up at Octavia, who returned it, but there seemed to be more to it. Coco thought she saw a hunger in those eyes. No, I must be imagining things.
“No, I like them. Besides, you’ll probably want them for where we’re going.” Octavia was breathing in ragged gasps of anticipation. Her thighs were soaked, but she blamed very little of that to what she had just done. No, Octavia knew it was this carnal need within her, and knew satisfaction was just a few minutes away. No, Octavia. Even if this is to get rid of the fantasies, she is too young, too innocent. You’ll hurt her, and you don’t want that.
“Octavia, are you okay?”
Octavia looked down at Coco, only realizing now that she had been holding her breath. “Of course. Now, shall we begin my fantasy?”Octavia opened the door, revealing a stone room. A hook hung down from the middle of the ceiling, and two more that were about three feet from the ground hung from the walls. The room was spotless, the only objects in the room being rope, chains, and a black chest that had almost melded into the corner. Coco paled, the warmth within her being replaced by a deep chill. “Don’t worry Silk. I won’t hurt you, I’ll be your pet, and then you can hurt me.”
Coco looked up at Octavia as she put the white mare onto the ground next to one of the hooks on the wall. I was wrong. I was definitely wrong. However, Coco wasn’t tied up as she expected. Instead, Octavia brought over a black collar and a set of chains. “Please. Please take me.”
“You...you like this stuff?”
Octavia looked down, hurt by the disbelief in Coco’s voice. “Yes. I know it’s weird, but I love this type of sex, regardless of being master or pet. Like I said, I won’t hurt you, but I desperately need to be taken care of.”
Coco smiled at Octavia. “Alright, but on one condition. We drop this charade and can call each other by name. Okay Octavia?”
Octavia felt a stab of fear. She hadn’t worried about what she was doing when she was doing it with Silk instead of Coco. However, the mare wanted names, wanted intimacy. Octavia felt like it would break a barrier, a barrier that protected Octavia from something. Something she couldn’t place her finger on, but knew deserved to be feared. However, looking into those blue eyes made the fear in Octavia disappear, replaced by a strange warmth.
Octavia nodded, and Coco hesitantly brought the collar up, tightening it around Octavia’s throat. Coco jumped as Octavia let out a pained breath. “Sorry.”
The gray mare put a hand on Coco’s hand as she reached back for the collar. “No, I like it. Trust me.” Octavia gestured to the rope. “Now my hands.”
Coco walked over to where the rope was, picking up an armful before coming back. It felt frayed and scratchy against Coco’s exposed skin. I wonder if she bought it like this? “Did you actually imagine being tied up like this?”
Octavia shook her head as Coco started to clumsily bind her hands. Octavia knew she could slip out, but tried to ignore that fact and pretend Coco knew what she was doing. “No, I didn’t. However, I am fine with taking the role of the pet, and can still get off in it. Now please Coco, finish up and punish me for being so pushy.”
She swallowed hard as she looked down upon what she assumed was a defenseless Octavia. Now or never Coco. You want to become friends with her, you have to get aggressive. Coco grabbed the top of the zipper that was on the front of the skin suit and started to yank it down. However, she stopped short as she realized Octavia’s breasts would come out if she went any further, and there was definitely no sign of a bra. Coco cleared her throat and pulled centimeter by centimeter until the mounds of flesh gently came out, much to Octavia’s disappointment.
Coco sat for a moment, marvelling at the beauty of Octavia’s chest. Much larger than Coco’s, the breasts slightly intimidated the young mare as she wondered if they would fit in her hands. Coco slowly brought her hands to the gray bosom, slowly brushing against them. Coco followed the curve upwards, halting next to the nipples. There’s no way Octavia is okay with this. I must be dreaming, like always. But then again, that feeling earlier was more than anything I could have imagined.
Octavia sighed, and Coco took one last deep breath before gripping Octavia’s breasts. The erect pink nipples poked into Coco’s palms, and the white mare added enough pressure to push them back down. Coco felt saliva fill her mouth as she started letting go of the mountains, only to squeeze them again.
“Huu.” Octavia had been worried, but the rough grabbing of her breasts was a good sign. Coco went further and gripped Octavia’s nipples, pulling them slightly. Octavia put her head against the cool stone floor, ready for the mare to get really rough. Octavia felt a bolt of joy run down her spine as Coco’s breath met Octavia’s chest. Octavia moaned more as Coco licked the nipple, her body building with anticipation, ready for a release that she hadn’t felt in months.
And Octavia waited. And waited. Coco was entranced by the feel of the girl’s breasts, getting closer and closer to her own release as she gently sucked and squeezed the gray mare’s breasts. Coco didn’t know what deeper pleasures were needed to get Octavia off, but thought that this might be enough. She was wrong and after almost five minutes of this torture, Octavia had had enough.
Coco was drunk with pleasure when a flash of pain filled her vision. Her cheek stung as she lay stunned on the cold floor. Coco squealed as she was pulled up by her hair and dragged across the floor. “Shoddy knots. Teasing me without any actual punishment. And then the audacity to almost get off on it. Dear little Coco, you have been a very naughty girl and now must be punished.”
Coco finally found her feet and looked into Octavia’s face. She immediately tried to wrestle out, an instinctive response to the fury within Octavia’s eyes. Octavia’s mouth was stuck in a determined grimace, but upon realizing Coco was watching her, transformed into a bemused smile. “Hands above your head. Wrists together.” Octavia glared down at Coco when she didn’t comply, grabbing her arms and yanking them into the air.
“Agh!” Coco shouted from the power in Octavia’s grip. Octavia continued to work, taking the rope from her own arms and securely fastening Coco’s wrists to the ring on the ceiling. Coco’s arms burned as her hooves struggled to reach the floor, suspended only an inch above. An inch too high.
Coco started sobbing as she cried out, “Octavia please stop, it hurts! I swear I can do better!”
Octavia shivered as Coco cried out. Octavia didn’t mind being a pet, but being in charge was definitely her favored role. I will punish this little bitch for all she’s done to me tonight. She almost got off just by my breasts, and that is completely unacceptable. I have plenty of toys though, and a whip which will make short work of any will power she has left. Yes, by the time I’m done she will be my whimpering pet.
Octavia! Octavia suddenly was confused about why she was yelling at herself, seeing as this was her normal goal for one night stands like this. But then she heard it, a noise that tore at her chest. It was that of Coco sobbing, begging to be let go, to be given a second chance. A plea she had almost been ignored even though she had promised not to hurt the white mare.
“Oh Celestia, I’m sorry. I’ll let you down, and, and then you can go. I, I’m sorry.” Octavia reached up for the ropes that were holding Coco, about to undo them. Coco saw the fear in her eyes, the regret. Coco looked down at the wet fur on her thighs, the glistening of her left breast, remembering the pleasure Octavia had given her. Coco took a shuddering breath as she steeled her nerves.
“Stop.”
Octavia froze. Looking down at Coco, she could see that her eyes were clearer, and she wasn’t afraid anymore. “Coco, don’t say that. I haven’t had a mare in here for months. At this point I don’t know what I might do to you if I don’t bring you down. So just leave once I get these ropes off.” Octavia was breathing hard, fighting tears back as her loins told her to simply listen to Coco.
“I can’t go back on our deal, right? So please continue.” Coco saw Octavia run her tongue along her lips, the predator coming back. “Wait!” Coco felt her heart rate spike as Octavia scowled. “Can you loosen the binds just enough for my hooves to touch the ground?”
Octavia smiled as she lost herself to her carnal needs. “Silly little Coco. You should have asked before giving me permission.” Octavia ran a finger along Coco’s jaw as she moved out of the white mare’s sight, straight towards the chest. From within she pulled out her leather gloves and growled at the costume she currently wore. She shed the suit from her skin, glad to be rid of the silver reminder of the past. In its place she adorned the black leather gloves and boots of the present.
Coco felt the cool leather meet her back and then trace itself forward before she found her stiff nipples. “Now little Coco, I have a few questions for the naughty little liar.”
“What do you mean li-AH!” Coco screamed from the sudden pain flaring from her chest as her nubs were twisted.
“I am the one who asks questions here, understand?” Octavia twisted further and pulled at Coco’s tits. Coco nodded as it started to feel like her nipples may very well be torn off. However, she was still able to find some small pleasure in the fact that Octavia was touching her in such private places. Unfortunately for Coco, it was nowhere near enough to cancel out the pain as Octavia gripped Coco’s breasts with all of her might.
“You lied to thousands with that little alias, and worse, you lied to me and never told me for months. However, I also want to know why. I would suggest answering with the truth and with something I might like, otherwise...” Octavia left the threat in the air as she grabbed the first of two tools she needed for tonight and gripped a black handle.
“I was scared and didn’t want anypony to know it was me.” Coco yelped as she felt a smack against her ass.
“Now now, Coco. That answer is too dull. The better your answer, the longer we play this game, instead of me using more than just a crop to ride you. Now, tell me the whole reason.” Octavia grabbed Coco’s slightly plump ass, getting a yelp out of the shy mare at the same time.
“I, I didn’t want anypony to know it was me because I was afraid my boss might find out. I couldn’t let that happen, especially if I’d been rejected.” This time Coco gasped as the rough fingers dug deep into her pussy and went in far enough to find a block.
“Ooh. Is my little captive a virgin?”
Coco stammered, “Um, uh, well ye-IPE!” Coco felt the riding crop smack into her bare flank again, and was embarrassed by the fact that she had been so happy to have Octavia’s fingers back inside of her.
“And why is it you still aren’t known then? You should be a big name in Canterlot by now, let alone Manehattan.”
“I tried.” Coco tensed again as the crop left a mark that wouldn’t stop stinging. “I mean it. No one would believe me though, thinking I was just using the fact that the two of us looked so similar. I was too shy to show them my cutie mark, even when they said that was the proof they needed.” For a moment Coco forgot where she was, just sitting across from some executive or play producer, being told she was too inexperienced.
Octavia felt her carnal need start to simmer down as Coco’s body relaxed. I need to finish this. It’s starting to no longer be fun. “Well, it looks like my interrogation tactic was a lot less interesting than I expected, so I will merely finish with my finale, and boy is it a big one.”
Octavia stepped away from the Coco to pick up her weapon of choice. A ten inch long plastic cock. She called it Mare Breaker, seeing as no mare had taken it and kept her voice in. Nor had they enjoyed it. Nor had any of them stuck around afterwards. Octavia’s libido sent her thoughts careening away from sparing Coco as Octavia imagined what the young mare’s voice would sound like with this in her.
Coco waited in anticipation, and shivered as she felt the tip of a thick object against the lips of her pussy. “Octavia, please, remember I’m a virgin. I don’t want to lose it like this. Please!”
Octavia bit into her lower lip, unable to believe that she would have the honor of taking her marehood for the first time. She is your friend Octavia, and she said no. Besides, I bet she screams louder from the other hole. Octavia smiled as she took her toy away from Coco’s pussy. Octavia whispered, “I’m sorry, that was rude of me. Besides, it will be so much funner this way.”
Octavia almost came as Coco screamed from seven inches of thick plastic finding its way into her ass. Coco let out more yelps of pain as Octavia slowly took the dildo out of her, only to slam even more into the mare’s insides. “Gah!” Coco was horrified, wondering if her stomach was about to be ripped apart. However, what worried her more was this strange pleasure she was finding in being anally raped by Octavia.
Octavia continued to use her toy against the Coco when she noticed that in between screams, she could hear small moans. “Are you a little masochist?” Octavia spun around to Coco’s front, smiling while one hand kept control of the toy.
Coco’s tongue was hanging out of her mouth, drool spilling freely. “N...no. At least, I don’t think so. I don’t know what’s going on.”
Octavia’s smile faded as she felt that barrier crumbling further. She still couldn’t figure out what the barrier was, but Octavia thought she knew how to get rid of it. Maybe then she would be able to stop worrying.
Coco was about to scream. All ten inches were finally in her, and her insides felt like they were splitting apart. However, as she opened her mouth, she was cut short by Octavia kissing her deeply as their bodies clashed against each other. Coco felt her orgasm race through her, and then felt Octavia’s body tense as the girl shared in the moment of ecstasy and pain. Octavia was shaking as she reached up and undid the rope, which caused the two mares to crash onto the ground, filled with the soft warmth that comes after sex. Coco winced as Octavia pulled the dildo out of her thoroughly abused ass.
“Are you okay Coco?” Octavia ran a hand along Coco’s face, blushing when she realized it was the same glove that had been soaked by the last moments of their fun. Coco tried being sexy by biting the finger. “Ow.”
The two mares weakly giggled while they enjoyed the moment. Octavia pulled Coco in close. “Go to sleep Coco, you’ve been through enough and we can talk in the morning.”
The small mare smiled at her lover and snuggled into her soft bosom, glad for the soft fur instead of hard leather. Quickly Coco drifted off to sleep, sore and tired from the fun. However, her mind took ahold of her heart and filled her dreams with those of Octavia and her together in more tender embraces like this.
Octavia slowly stroked the white mare’s mane as she thought back on the barrier. Damnit. I let her get to me, didn’t I? I let it become more than it was. She spent a moment staring at the cute body as it clung to her tighter. I hope she’s having a good dream. She felt tears start to come to the brim of her eyes as she remembered the distance and all that was wrong with her and right with Coco.
However, Coco had accepted her. Coco had wanted the intimacy. She had wanted… me. Octavia hugged her close as she promised to not let go. No matter what it took, even if she had to tone down her carnal self, she would have the cute mare and only hoped that she would be accepted back.
