Octavia eyed the object with suspicion.

Scratch could be home any minute...

Her nether lips begged to differ.

But then again... it has been a while since last time...

Her flower liked this line of thinking.

... No, I don't want her to see me... doing that.

Octavia stashed the toy back in its home, deep in the back of the top shelf in her closet. She closed the sliding door and walked out to the living room, where she sat down and turned on the TV. She was perfectly fine. But it wasn't meant to be, for the urge began crawling back into her bloodstream, the itch tickled her nerves, and a fire ignited between her legs. She gazed at her door, the placement of her favorite object crystal-clear in her mind, the excitement and bliss it brought her time and time again sent her thoughts into a fuzz. No. No! Scratch will be home soon, and I don't want her to see that! Octavia thought defiantly. She crossed her arms for added emphasis to her own thoughts, but it was a vain expression for the heat in her loins refused to die without attention.

The intoxicating call became louder, the urge to spring up and retrieve the object she so desired almost too strong to fight. At this point, the TV was little more than background noise with the haze of self-pleasure clouding Octavia's senses. Finally she could fight her need no longer and quickly rose from her seat and made her way for her bedroom, shutting the door behind her. If I go quickly enough, I'll be able to finish before Scratch gets back. Octavia thought quickly, the small box now in her hands rather than its usual home. She removed the lid and placed the box on her nightstand, the object now in her hand.

It was a small grey vibrator, perhaps five inches in length. It was, as the original packaging read, "travel sized" and easily hid from others. There was a small knob at the bottom that changed the speed at which the machine did its dirty work. Normally, Octavia would move this knob slowly, let the pleasure ease its way throughout her body, but there was simply no time for that. She turned the knob to around half of its total circumference, making the little toy vibrate enough to tickle her palm and give off a quiet hum. She quickly undid the small button on her black dress pants and let them slide to the floor, and just moved her crimson red panties down enough to put the vibrator where it was meant to be. She let out a soft moan as the toy rest on her wet lips, Octavia drawing small circles with it.

"Oooooh, sweet Luna, yes..." Octavia muttered to herself as she sat down on the edge of her bed. Remembering she had no time to waste, she pressed the toy in as far is it could reach, and a gasp that quickly morphed into a moan escaped her. Normally this would be the part where she turns the knob about one fourth of the way, slowly moving it back and forth to let her excitement build slowly, making release all the sweeter. Sadly, she couldn't do that this time, and opted with moving it in and out at a more brisk pace. She bit her lip to suppress the moans that climbed up from her throat, but quickly remembered that she was home alone right now, and so released her lip and let her moans and squeaks fly freely from her mouth. The vibrator was doing an excellent job of tickling her in all the right ways, with Octavia's juices letting the little machine move more easily.

Octavia turned the knob a little more, about two thirds of the way. A long, low moan came from her as the toy sped up, with a now audible buzz sounding from between her legs. She moved her hand back and forth faster, pressure beginning to rise inside her. With her free hand, she unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse and freed her right breast from the confines of her bra, kneading away at the soft, perky flesh while the toy worked its magic, lying down on the bed as she did. Octavia couldn’t suppress the slight scream she gave and, in her current state of mind, couldn't care less. Everything felt so good, so blissful, she didn't give a damn who heard right now! She turned the knob as far as it would turn, the toy giving a surprisingly loud buzz now. She moved her hand back and forth as fast as she could, and groped herself a little harder. She was close, just a few more seconds...

Here it comes, and holy shit is it gonna be a big one. Octavia gave quick, high-pitched moans as climax swiftly approached. I'm... I'm-

"...home?" Vinyl asked from Octavia's doorway.

By Celestia's perky nipples!

Octavia couldn't keep the moan that escaped her inside as she came, her juices squirting out with enough power to make it halfway to Vinyl while the rest flowed over her hand and the vibrator buried snuggly in her snatch. Vinyl's expression was hidden behind the sunglasses she constantly insisted on wearing while Octavia's was one of complete and utter embarrassment. Her cheeks became a rosey red as she lifted her head up, her hand going on autopilot to move the knob back to the off position. A painful silence settled around the two girls, Vinyl's face void of emotion and Octavia's heart still racing, but not from the rush of cumming hard enough to squirt. Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity, Octavia did what anyone would do in this situation:

She fainted.

***

Octavia slowly opened her eyes, her senses still numbed from deep sleep. Bright side: her surroundings were familiar, so she could cross out "kidnaped and raped", but her love flower did feel satisfied, oddly enough. She mulled this over for a bit, fuzzy memories funneling in from the black. When a picture of her toy came into her mind, she remembered just why she felt so good. A smirk spread over her lips at the thought. But the thought had this odd feeling to it, something was off about it, just... felt wrong. Her features scrunched up in confusion over the thought. What was so wrong with getting off that it felt this way...? Something about electric blue hair-

Please tell me it was a dream.

"...home?" Echoed around in her head.

Sweet, merciful Sisters, it wasn't a dream. At least tell me-

"Look who woke up from her nappy-wappy." Octavia could hear the smirk.

She remembered. Celestia, please be kind.

"I always thought you had a vibe, but I could never find it."

...

"Well? Are you gonna put on some clothes or do I have to do something about it?"

Wait, what?!

Octavia shot upright and glanced down at herself to find her pants were still off, her panties down her thighs, and her boob still on full exposure. Throughout all of this, at least her bowtie was still perfect. Octavia glanced up to see Vinyl sitting on a stool across from her bed, wearing her sunglasses, a white tank top, and black panties. She was also wielding her bow for her cello. She also had a massive grin, one even bigger than normal. Glancing down once more, Octavia quickly yanked her panties on high enough to be somewhat decent, covered her exposed tit with her shirt, and then faced Vinyl. "GET THE HELL OUT!!!"

Vinyl simply continued grinnig, but stood and left her room, stool and bow in tow.

Octavia stared at the door after Vinyl left. Her boob was still hanging loose behind her shirt and she was, despite her best efforts, beginning to feel the tingle of arousal. She sighed and unbuttoned her shirt to replace her dislodged jug. Once it was tucked snuggly back in her bra, she buttoned her shirt and located her dress pants. How in Tartarus am I going to explain this to Vinyl? Octavia thought as she picked the offending pants up off the floor and brushed the lint that collected on them. She lowered her pants and bent over to pull them up when Vinyl sounded behind her.

"Oh, you're not gonna need those."

Octavia froze, leg calf-deep in the first leg of the pants, a shocked expression on her face.

"Love the view, but you should report to my room, my little cellist."

Octavia didn't move a muscle.

*Click*

"Unless you want that sexy image on Facebook in the next five minutes, get your ass to my room."

Octavia heard her door close. She remained frozen.

She wouldn't.

She would in a heartbeat.

Octavia pulled her dress pants up quickly and exited her room and walked down the hall to Vinyl's room.

Upon opening the door, Octavia saw a few things. The one that stuck out most was the subwoofer in the center of the room, of all places. The next was Vinyl, sitting on her bed with her laptop in her lap, camera plugged into its side. Vinyl looked up and frowned at the cellist. "I said you won't be needing those." She pouted slightly.

Octavia's eyes widened, if only slightly. "I thought you said you wouldn't post that..." She fidgeted with her hands.

Vinyl looked blankly at her for a moment before she caught her meaning. "Oh! Yeah, this was just a bluff." She said, closing the laptop. "Now, if you would be so kind as to remove your pants and sit atop my subwoofer here." Vinyl said as though it was a perfectly normal request.

Now it was Octavia's turn for a blank stare. "You can't be serious..."

Vinyl gave a mock face of shock. "Oh, well, I could always upload the picture of your smokin' hot ass..." Vinyl made a move for her laptop.

Octavia made her way to Vinyl fast enough that if you had blinked, you would have missed it. "No!" Octavia said rather loud, slamming the laptop screen back down.

"Then lose the pants and take a seat." Vinyl said, a smirk breaking through her attempt at a serious face.

Octavia sighed and trudged over to the speaker, staring down at it for a bit. It was roughly two feet tall, black carpet-like material around the outside, save for where the speakers were themselves. Octavia turned pleading eyes to Vinyl, the message begging for her to change her mind. Vinyl's face remained unchanged as she slowly began reaching for the laptop once more. Sighing in defeat, Octavia slowly unbuttoned her dress pants, slid the zipper down even slower, and once the protective garment was loose, Octavia closed her eyes and released the fabric, her pants falling around her ankles. She heard Vinyl let out a low whistle.

"Damn Tavi, they look even better the second time around." Vinyl said, her eyes running up and down Octavia's legs.

Octavia felt her cheeks grow warm in embarrassment as she lifted her feet out of the heap of clothing known as her pants and tentatively sat down on the subwoofer.

"See, that wasn't so hard, no was it Tavi?" Vinyl asked, a grin plastered to her face.

"How long do I have to do this, Scratch?" Octavia muttered.

"'Bout ten minutes. Or less; it all depends on you, really." Vinyl said.

"What does that even me-"

Then the music began to play.

It startled Octavia for two reasons: first, it was loud. Even this quiet buildup to the rest of the song shook the subwoofer, and she was sure the window may be rattling as well. Second, each time the bass sounded, or 'wub' as Vinyl described, it pleasured her like she had never known. each thump and shudder the speaker gave sent pleasure rocketing through her. Despite the fact that Vinyl was still watching, Octavia couldn't help but grin at the high she was receiving with each note. A blush spread on her cheeks because Vinyl's eyes still wandered over her, and the quiet voice in the back of her mind told her as much.

But that voice may as well have been talking to a brick wall for all the good it was doing. Octavia let out an involuntary moan at the feelings pulsing through her. Every little shake the speaker gave tickled her lips, made her shudder in the greatest possible way. Her favorite toy didn't even hold a candle to this wonderful piece of technology that pleasured her pussy. If only it could go deeper as well... No matter.

Vinyl was also enjoying the speaker, if for a different reason. Now, Vinyl wasn't a lesbian by any means. It would be most accurate to say that her door swung both ways, though usually said door only opened in when she was shitfaced. But now, the sight and sound of a grinning, moaning, pantsless Octavia was getting her hot and bothered. For the briefest of moments, Vinyl questioned why this show was getting her so excited, enough to dampen the black panties she was wearing. Was it the inborn biological need, the drive for sexual reproduction that was triggered by these sounds? Did she really have feelings for Octavia?

"Oh, Luna's sweet ass, YES!" Octavia screamed over the music.

Nope, it was that, that did it. Vinyl vowed to herself that before this was over, she would taste the sweet love taco between Octavia's thighs and a whole bunch of other mumbo-jumbo that meant "Have sex with Octavia".

Speaking of, she was close to release now, the pressure building up within, the pleasure exponentially growing with every wub. Her moans grew higher and shorter, and her panties were so thoroughly soaked that her quivering flower could easily be seen, every delicate curve standing out against the crimson red. Octavia had only enough brainpower to hold on to the subwoofer-turned-vibrator while the rest was autopilot. Her eyes saw without seeing from the wonderful, wonderful pleasure coursing through her nerves. Octavia closed her eyes tight and let out a long, low moan as her legs closed shut on instinct:

She was cumming. And cumming hard.

Her moan elevated into a scream as her juices shot out. They came with enough force to leak through the panties and spatter out the sides, drenching the insides of her thighs. A small puddle began to form in front of her snatch on the speaker, though not nearly enough to damage it. Had she been in a different position and naked, she would have squirt with enough power to paint a picture on the wall in front of her. As the last few waves of indescribable pleasure rolled of her nerves, Octavia was sure that she was going to simply pass out from the strength of her climax.

So she did.