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Once again, Vinyl Scratch banged her hoof against the solid wooden bathroom door to get the attention of its occupant. "Come on, Tavi," the little mare whined out. "Other ponies want to use the bathroom too!" There was no answer, only the sound of a very heavy, and annoyed sigh. This did not stop Vinyl's conviction however, she once again pounded on the door, this time adding even more force to her knocks. "Octavia, open the door!"

"Go away!" Octavia shouted, finally letting her anger boil over to the shouted command. This did little to detour Vinyl from getting in the bathroom, it even made her get a slithering grin over her muzzle, followed by a hidden giggle.

"Tavi, open the door," Vinyl sang out in a creepy and low tone of voice, the entire time dragging her hoof down the wood of the door to add to the scary voice she was using. "Open the door, or I am going to go pee on your roses outside." This did get Octavia's attention rather quickly. The door suddenly flew open in a flash, as the grey Earth Pony put her muzzle almost completely in contact with Vinyl's.

"You wouldn't dare!" Octavia growled out through visible clenched teeth, her huge purple eyes now mere slivers of themselves as she glared down at her room mate. Vinyl was far from frightened however, she burst out into laughter the second she saw the prim and proper pony's flaring nostrils.

"Oh wow! I wish I had a camera, you should see the look on your face." At this point, Vinyl had to prop herself up on the wall, due to the fact that she was worried she might fall; or be pushed down the stairs. "Come on Tavi, you know I wouldn't pee on your flowers. It's daytime, Ponies would see me."

"Why must you torment me so, Vinyl?" Octavia sighed out, once again regaining her composure to return back to the well educated mare from Trottingham. She then turned back to the bathroom counter where she picked up the fancy looking brush, and started to once again give her long thick black mane full strokes. "Why not go and pester Eric. I am sure you two have a full schedule of making loud, annoying, ear offending sounds together."

"Can't," Vinyl said with a sudden sad sounding voice, and an even sadder looking expression. "His stupid transport got messed up in Canterlot or something. So now he won't be here for like another six hours!" After saying this, Vinyl suddenly noticed something that she had not before. She looked at both the counter, and her friend to see some differences, some details to her grooming that she would normally go through for today. Her mane and tail were very much styled, much more than they would have been if she wasn't going to a concert. All kinds of grooming tools were laid out; hoof files, eye lash curlers and different sizes of combs and brushes. She was even wearing her good bow tie, one that was made from a rather expensive material, and was a deeper shade of pink from her other ones. It was the bottle of perfume that caught her attention the most though.

"Say, Tavi," Vinyl said with a sly tone as she slipped into the bathroom, placing herself behind her room mate so that she could look at them both in the mirror.

"Hmm?" Octavia responded, not really paying attention to the long, devious grin on the white mare's face.

"Aren't you just giving cello lessons today?"

"Yes, just one lesson in fact. Why do you ask?" Octavia did now very much notice the gleam that was in Vinyl's glaring red eyes, and she couldn't help but pause her grooming to look at her friend in the mirror.

"Oh it's nothing really. It's just that you are really dolled up to stay in the house. You also haven't used that perfume since we were in collage. Accent De La Fleur, I think it is called?" Vinyl then started to sniff the air; there was something else there, a familiar scent that was trying to be masked. That's when she saw Octavia give a long solid gulp with her throat as if she had been caught stealing something, and Vinyl jumped back while letting out a loud gasp of surprise. "You're in heat!" she shouted while pointing her hoof at Octavia as if she was accusing her of something.

Octavia spun around on her back hooves, then quickly used her front ones to clamp down on Vinyl's muzzle while letting out a loud and violent sounding 'shush' noise. "Vinyl Scratch, I will thank you to stay out of my affairs! And please do not shout things like that. There may be Ponies outside who can hear that boyish squawking of yours." She then let Vinyl go, and returned back to the mirror.

Vinyl started rubbing her snout with one of her hooves, letting out small giggles that were coming out of a devilish looking smile. "Hmm, getting all dressed up, and you are more irritable than normal. Yeah, you're in heat alright." She was about to let the whole thing go, as Vinyl knew rather well actually that Octavia could become very aggressive towards other mares when she was in heat. Which of course explained why she was just assaulted. The wheels in her head started to turn once again however, and even more pieces started to fall into place. She was all dressed up; there were no stallions that she knew of that had been courting Octavia, none that she was interested in anyway, she only had one cello lesson today, today was Thursday, he came on Thursday. "It's Tyler!" she blurted out as the final bit of information clicked in her brain. "You're going to rut Tyler!"

The revelation came at at cost to the DJ however, as Octavia was quick with a back kick that caught Vinyl right in the top of her thigh. "I am not going to 'rut' anypony!" Octavia shouted, not for a moment looking to her friend who was now bent over, tending to her new throbbing leg. "Tyler is my student, and I would never go as far to break the bond a teacher has in such a relationship."

"Aww, Tavi," Vinyl said with a sweet and deceptively mocking tone of voice. "That's so sweet. I started dating a Human, now you want one too."

"I most certainly do not want to copy anything you do! You glorified party popper!" Octavia actually felt the need raising to choke Vinyl for her constant stream of teasing, but just then, a loud knock came from the down stairs door, and Octavia's heart skipped several beats.

"I'll get it!" Vinyl screamed as she tore as fast as she could out of the bathroom. Octavia was too slow to do anything about Vinyl as she bounded down the stairs at break neck speeds, all the while laughing as she slammed herself into the adjacent wall before darting off towards the front door.

"Oh please, Vinyl!" Octavia pleaded as she hung out the bathroom door. "Please do not tell him anything, or do something to embarrass me! I will do anything you ask." The forlorn little mare didn't know if her begs for mercy were heard or not. All she could hear was Vinyl knocking over something in the front room underneath her, and she knew she would be opening the front door soon enough. All she could do now was try to calm herself as she retreated back to the bathroom, and slammed the door behind her.

Outside the door of the two musician's house, a young man stood holding a large black case in the shape of a cello. He had a pleasant smile on his face, even though there was no one around to see it. He was dressed rather nice considering where he was, and what he planned on doing. This was always the case though. Tyler would often times go out of his way to make himself look as presentable as possible when he came over to Octavia's home for his lessons. She was one of the most famous musicians in all of Equestria, and even in some parts of Earth, so he always wanted to make sure he looked his best when he was around her. As much as he enjoyed thinking about his lessons, the sound of something crashing from inside the house broke his train of thought.

Just then, it sounded as if someone had slammed themselves as hard as they could into the door. It sounded painful, even on Tyler's end, and he hoped something bad had not just happened. He entertained the thought of opening the door himself, just to make sure that a bad accident had not just occurred. That's when the door was torn open, and Tyler saw who hit the door as Vinyl was standing there, panting and rubbing her head with her hoof.

"Why hallo there, Tyler!" Vinyl shouted, and for whatever reason that Tyler couldn't figure out, she had a long ill intent looking grin on her muzzle.

"Miss Scratch," Tyler responded, giving her a small nod. "Is, umm, is everything alright? It sounded like something hit the door."

"Oh that? Yeah, I fell down the stairs. Then I fell through the living room. Then I fell into the door." While she was more laughing at herself because of the mad dash to get to the door as quickly as possible. She also had to chuckle at the horrified look of concern on Tyler's face when she told him what she did to answer the door. "But don't worry about that! Come in, come in!"

Once again Tyler nodded, then stepped past the unicorn, making sure to not hit her, or anything else with the cello case he carried. He didn't know why, but Vinyl seemed to be rushing him. At this point she had placed herself behind him, and was walking with a rather quick step, so much so that he had to move a little faster than he would just so she wouldn't bump into him. "Will Miss Octavia be here soon?" he asked, making a fast break to the side so that the little white mare could get past him.

"Tavi? Oh yeah she will be down. She's just upstairs, getting ready." As soon as Vinyl said this, she bust out into several loud laughs before having to swallow hard and clear her throat to stop herself from going any further. "So, Tyler," she continued while letting that same grin as before show up. "Don't you just look handsome today. You are totally pulling off the classy nerd thing. Not really something I am into, but I know mares that are!"

"Umm, thank you, I guess?" At this point, Tyler had to wonder if Vinyl had consumed something that was making her act in such a way. She wouldn't stop staring at him; her large red eyes seemed to be trying to size him up for something, and she was giggling at random intervals.

"Yes, so tell me, Tyler. What are your opinions on ear nibbling?" This question Vinyl proposed out of nowhere made Tyler's jaw go slack, and he felt a sudden rush of heat course through him all at once.

"Wh-what?" he stammered out, still trying to wrap his mind around why she would ask such a forward question.

"Oh you know, like nibbling on ears. Not really biting them, but just kinda putting them in your teeth; chewing on them a little." Vinyl could tell she had struck some kind of chord with him. His face was now completely flushed, and he couldn't stop rubbing the back of his neck while at the same time averting his gaze down to the floor.

"I, uhh, I, well, you see I umm, err." Was the only semblance of a coherent thought that Tyler could get out at the moment. He just wasn't prepared to deal with such a question, and he felt rather put out.

"Well, I can tell you that I know a lot of mares, or just girls, mostly mares though, that just love it." Vinyl's own ears gave several quick twitches as she gave out this information. "Pony ears are really sensitive. So if somepony were to nibble them in just the right spot. Well, let's just say I know a few mares that turn into ravaging rut monsters."

"O-okay," Tyler said while adjusting the collar on his shirt.

"Vinyl!" Octavia screamed as she bound down the stairs in a full gallop.

"Uh oh, look at the time. Gotta go!" With that, the white mare sped off towards the door, using her magic to open it before she was anywhere close to it. She could easily feel the death like glare she was getting from her room mate as she made her escape, and couldn't help but let out a full blown laugh as she reached her full gate, slamming the door behind her.

"Urrgh, that mare!" Octavia hissed out, trying to do all she could to regain her otherwise restrained composure. She took in a deep breath, then placed a long friendly smile on her muzzle before turning to Tyler. She took one long look at him and had to stop herself from biting her lip when she saw him standing there properly dressed, clean and well groomed. "Well. Greetings, Tyler," she said as she began a slow strut towards him. "Shall we begin?"

Once again Octavia looked at the clock on the wall. She couldn't believe that only fifteen minutes had passed since Tyler's lesson had started. To her, every passing second equaled an eternity. Every tick of the clock was just another instance of her having to endure sitting there looking at the young man and his instrument. The way he was dressed, the way he looked every time he pulled the bow across the strings and even the way he smelled, it was all becoming to much to bare. Vinyl was right, she was in heat, she did dress up for the occasion, and right now all she could think about was getting Tyler to play her like his cello.

Tyler was a skilled musician, there was no doubt about that. His harmonics were precise; his trills were near flawless in their execution, and his bow angles never seemed to falter. He did have one minor problem though, his quartertones. For the life of her she couldn't understand why he couldn't grasp this small concept. He would perform a masterful stroke that translated into a long weeping sweep, but as soon as he tried to make a quartertone follow, the sound of his bow losing pressure on the strings would fill the room with a teeth grinding screech, one that made him let out a frustrated sigh almost every time.

"Damnit," Tyler huffed out, letting the tip of his bow fall to the ground, while his head fell backwards to look up at the ceiling. He rolled his shoulders to try to not let the anger boiling up in him take its toll, and he looked over to his mentor for some advice. He was a bit put out to see that the mare was paying little to no attention to him at all. She was just sitting there, letting her gaze move about the floor. "Problema, Maestro?" he said with a quirky smile, knowing he had caught her off guard.

Hearing a foreign language made Octavia snap her ears up, and all too quickly did she realize that she had fallen into her own thoughts for a time. "Oh, oh dear me, Tyler. I am so sorry!" she bellowed out as a flush of embarrassment crashed into her. She was trying so hard to not let her heat take hold of her, so much so that she had just fallen into a trance. She looked at him, and in one quick thought found herself envisioning that she was the one between his legs, and not the cello that was there. Once again she had to shake her head to remove the lewd thoughts, and try to get back into her lesson.

"Non è un problema, mio piccolo Cavallo," Tyler responded, knowing full well that she had little to no idea what he just said. He did notice that her eyes seemed to narrow just a bit, and he could have sworn that her bottom lip was quivering.

"W-what was that?" Octavia asked. She had never heard that language before, and the sound of it hitting her ears almost brought an actual moan to her throat.

"Italian," Tyler responded, while placing his bow down, and relaxing his body a little in his chair. "My grand mother is from Italy. She tries to teach me every now and again. I am pretty sure I said: no problem, my little Pony. Although, I think I said horse."

"Could, could you say something else?" Octavia said while lifting up her front leg in a gesture looking as if she was actually going to touch him. She didn't know why, but the sounds that were coming from his mouth were like a symphony to her ears. every syllable rang like a cool bell, and she wanted nothing more than to hear more.

"Umm, well sure, I guess. Let me think a moment." It was something that he actually had to do. Normally he could pull out some pretty basic stuff to impress people that wanted to hear him speak in his grand mother's native tongue, but now he desperately wanted to make sure he said the exact right thing. Only after a few short seconds however, he let a long smile come over his lips as he knew exactly what he wanted to say to her. "Tu sei una delle creature più belle che abbia mai visto." He felt himself blush a little after saying this, he knew that she didn't understand what he said, but hearing himself say it still felt a little forward.

"Mmph!" Octavia grunted out as she heard the unknown words hit her ears. She could only assume that it was some kind of magic that was making her react in such a way. The way his voice deepened when he spoke, the way his tongue rolled inside his mouth; it was driving her mad. The heat inside her must have enjoyed it just as much as she had as well. By now her loins were a raging inferno, and she feared that if she moved from the spot she had been sitting at, Tyler would see the affects that his words were having on her. That's when she decided she could no longer take it, she was going to have him, she was going to feel him as deep inside her as she could get him, she just needed to figure out how to approach him.

Octavia's mind was reeling in a thousand different situations she could use to get him to bed her like she wanted. The first was the idea to just pounce him right there where he sat. He was a Human after all, and Humans were much weaker than even small mares like herself. It seemed a little too barbaric however, and she didn't want to injure him; so she dismissed that one. She then thought that she could just ask him to mate with her. They were both grown and mature adults, maybe he would appreciate the idea that she respected him enough to ask, but then she feared that it might make her come off as desperate. That's when a light bulb clicked on in her head, one that illuminated an idea of pure sensual origin that it made her have to not moan at the thought of it.

"Tyler," she said while adding in a breathy inflection to her voice. "Something just occurred to me. An idea more than anything, but something I think will aid you in mastering your quarternotes." She did hope that her internal instincts were not betraying her right now. Every passing moment that passed she could feel the fires inside her gaining more and more control. She did however enjoy the bright smile that came on his face when he thought that she was going to teach him something to help him deal with his musical handicap.

"By all means Miss Octavia. I will take any tutelage you have to offer me!" As happy as he was that he was about to receive a set of new instruction from his teacher, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. He didn't know why, but her voice was different, it was lower; with a subtle rasp that gave him a small shiver. Her eyes seemed much more intense now than his many other lessons. The piercing violet of her irises made him think that she was staring at him as if he were a meal for her to consume, but it was a look that he could get lost in as she did so.

"Well first off, let us drop the formalities like 'miss' and 'maestro'. Things are going to be getting a tad on the personal side. So why not just call me Octavia?" The little grey mare rose up to all fours, taking a step towards him, not caring if he saw the affects that he was having on her.

"I have heard Miss Vinyl call you Tavi. May I-"

"No, not that!" she shouted with a new tone of dread that her nickname might catch on with him as well. She saw him jump just a little from her shout, which in turn made her return to the sultry seductress she was trying to be. "I mean, I do prefer Octavia. If you don't mind?"

"Of course, as you wish, Octavia." Tyler responded, settling himself back into his chair. Hearing him say her name in such a way caused Octavia's ear to give a sudden twitch, and she could feel her nose wrinkle up as she let out a small giggle.

"Very good," she said as she came to a stop just inches away from his seat. "Now, please place your cello to the side for me." As she issued the request, she could see Tyler's brow contort into one of slight confusion. She thought about telling him again, but just as she was about to speak, he did as he was told, and placed his instrument on a stand to his side.

"Good," Octavia said as she turned completely around to where she was facing away from him. "Now let me see here," she commented to herself. That's when she sat down on the floor for just a second, only to stand up on her hind legs, and place her back to his chest and press herself hard against him.

"Miss Oct- I mean, Octavia! What are you doing?" Tyler shouted in a stunned voice. He was in no way trying to complain about his new predicament, but he still could not believe that she was this close to him, pressing herself this hard to his body.

"Shh," Octavia hissed at the same time her right foreleg came up and wrapped itself around his shoulder and neck where she started to run her hoof through the back of his hair. She then turned her head, and paused for only a moment as she took in just how close the tip of her muzzle was to his lips. "I am going to be your cello now. Think of me as a living instrument for you to play on." She could feel him completely stop breathing, and there was a gleeful panic in his eyes as if to suggest he was hiding from someone and did not want to get caught. "Now hold my leg as if it were the neck of your cello."

Tyler felt like his arm moved of its own accord. He reached over and took a hold of her right foreleg, then ever so slowly started to manipulate it so that it was being held over her head, outstretched like the long neck of his instrument. He had never thought he would ever get to be this close to her before; being in such an intimate position. Her body was so warm against his, her fine coat felt like an exquisite suede material that tickled the bare skin of his arms. Then there was something that he knew would crush him if he allowed it to do so. Her long thick black mane was now in perfect placement for him to take in a deep long whiff. It seemed to pull him in, every strand of her raven colored locks smelled of sweet lavender scented shampoos and conditioners, and he wanted nothing more than to just remain there and be suffocated by that warm flowing river of black. All at once he felt himself become very much aroused, so much so that he had to try to move back a fair bit in his chair so that he would not embarrass himself by pressing his now hardened shaft against her. It was no use however, the second he tried to move, she would only press herself harder to him.

"Hmm, very good," Octavia gasped out, all the while closing her eyes, and pushing back to where she was sure that no daylight could be seen between them. She felt him bury his face into her mane, causing her to clench her jaw from the attention. Then she felt the undeniable feeling of his cock growing and pushing into her. It was at that moment she knew she had him, and he was her's to do with as she pleased. She knew now that she could remain in control, she could have him do whatever she wanted him to. There was just one thing that would tip the tables on her, a particular place that if he were to exploit, she would become a madmare, but this was a place only she knew, and as long as she didn't tell him, it would be fine.

"Well, since I am your cello now, you are going to have to play me as such." She could tell by the long silent pause that he was completely unsure of what that meant. she was fine with it however. This was probably the weirdest situation he had been a part of, so coaching him on what to do next made her smile. "Use your bow, Tyler," she said with a small laugh.

"Oh! Umm, yes, of course." Tyler stammered as he tried to regain some composure. He cleared his throat quickly, then brought the long wooden bow up to right under her rib cage. "L-like this?" he asked, trying very hard not to laugh at the look of him holding a bow up to her in such a way.

"Hmm, a little lower I think," the mare gasped out. She was starting to become so turned on by this little role play of theirs, and she couldn't stop her tail from lashing back and forth underneath them. Her whole body tensed up when she felt him start to drag the bow further down her body. The smooth and polished wood dug into the silken fibers of her under belly, and she had to let out the smallest of exhales when it stopped right above to where her teats heaved and swelled from the notion of being touched.

"H-here?" Tyler whispered out as he pushed his face deeper into her thick mane. He could now feel her right hoof grasping at the back of his head, and his own hand taking her right hoof into his fingers where he clasped them into his palm.

"Low, lower! Oh, you're almost there!" Sudden jolts of electricity fired all through out the mare's body where she heard her command begin to be followed. In the slowest of dragging motions, Tyler moved the bow past the mounds of her teats, closer and closer to the only other place she knew he could reach. She then felt it make contact with the outer most surface of her now absolutely soaked pussy lips, causing her to moan and jut her hips outwards to increase the pressure against her body.

"I, I don't think I understand, Octavia. Please forgive me." He so very much wanted to please her, all of the fantasies of him being with her had started to pummel themselves against the front of his mind, but in his shock of the situation, he could not imagine what to do next.

"I, I'm your cello, Tyler, you must play me!" she gasped out, her hips starting to gyrate from the thoughts of being pleasured by his movements. "Now, you must be precise. If you move too gently, or too light, I will not feel anything. You want me to feel it, don't you, Tyler?" She now turned her head to where she was facing him, her narrowed eyes looking directly into his.

"Yes, Octavia, I want you to feel it." Tyler said with a whimper as he placed the tip of his nose to the tip of her snout.

"That's good. Now you can't be too forceful either. I fear that in the state I am in, it would be painful. You wouldn't want to cause me pain would you, Tyler?"

"I will never do anything to hurt you!" Tyler rasped out in a sincere decree. That's when he knew that he could no longer stand it. He pushed his head forward just the few inches it needed, pushing his lips to hers with a deep throaty moan. His resolve was only strengthened when he felt her push herself as hard into him as he was to her, he loved the sudden muffled whinny she let out as their lips tried to meld into each other. As their kiss grew and intensified, Tyler in one fluid motion pushed with his arm, an action that caused the bow in his hand to part the pony's wettened pussy lips as it gave way to let the entire length of the bow run itself down and across her clit.

Octavia practically screamed into Tyler's mouth as she felt the bow slide effortlessly along her clit. She knew that the sudden outburst must have startled him as she felt him try to pull away. Being something that she would not allow, all she did was pull on the back of his head with her hoof, causing him to moan out and press harder to her. Her vocalization continued with grunts and closed mouthed gasps as Tyler continued to rub the bow of his cello back and forth on her most intimate of parts. His technique was masterful now to say the least. Knowing that if he pressed to hard it might cause her pain, she could almost feel him putting every ounce of his being into his arm to make sure that the bow passed along side her in the must fluid of ways.

"Oh, nuh, ahh, Ty-Tyler!" she called out, breaking the kiss as the desperate need for air forced her to rip her head away and take in a long grab for air. "You, ahh, you're doing wonderfully! Now ju- ahh, just, just keep doing that. Long, mmph, precise, ahh, strokes!" After giving him this last bit of instruction, the lust driven mare completely surrendered herself to his attentions. She let her body melt onto his, placing the back of her head to his shoulder, closing her eyes so she could do nothing but concentrate on the wonderful tortures his bow was giving to her.

Tyler could feel the sweat forming on his brow. His whole body shook, save for his right arm and hand that was doing all they could to make sure that they little grey Earth Pony there with him kept singing those hypnotic notes of pleasure. Back and forth he strode his movements, making sure every new stroke took long seconds to complete before starting the reverse motion. That's when something caught his eye, something that clicked in his mind the second it came into view; her ear. With the way she had pressed herself against him, her ear was now right there beside his cheek. The words that Vinyl said to him before didn't make sense at the time, but now he knew that she was giving him a cryptic hint to be used at a moment like this. Without thinking, Tyler tilted his ever so slightly while still keeping a constant movement with the bow. That's when he took the mare's soft ear flap into his lips, and gave it a gentle nibble.

"Nyah ahh! Oh, oh no!" Octavia cried out as her eyes popped open in shock. "N-not my ahh, my ears! Oh please!" Her half hearted pleas served no rescue from what was happening to her now. Her body's sensations were being assaulted on two fronts now, and both of them gave out cascading waves of electrical ecstasy that bashed themselves into her loins. Her breath was short and weighty, her chest heaved with every new stroke and nibble, and as her hips began to writhe in time with his strokes, she knew that just the smallest of pushes would send her flying into an orgasmic inferno.

It was Tyler's turn now to let the passion of the moment over take him. He had never thought that this reserved and proper mare would become a moaning wild animal with just the smallest of motions on his part. He no longer cared however, as the thought of breeding with this mare was the only image that was in his mind now. He wanted more of her, he knew that he had two of her spots under his control, he wanted more though, and he remembered back to how she reacted when the bow was about to brush her teats. That's when he released his left hand from her outstretched foreleg, letting it fall to her side. His hand then traversed the fine hairs of her coat. He caressed quickly across her chest, slowed momentarily to brush over her stomach. Then with a supple clawed hand, took one of her fleshy mounds into his palm, giving it a long and generous squeeze.

The instant the raptured mare felt his hand grope her swollen teat, she knew she was done for. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out, just a long silent scream that signaled the coming of her orgasm. "Oh yes, oh yes! Ty-ahh ler. That's it nyahh, oh please don't, don't sto- ahh, ahh, aahh!" Like a triggered bear trap, her lean muscular thighs snapped closed, ripping the bow from Tyler's hand. She now felt lucky that he had moved his other hand down her body. For every pulse of her insanity inducing orgasm practically made her leap off the ground while her hips thrust forward in short powerful pumps. Tyler wrapped himself around her at this point, both his arms encased her form, his head dipped down and drowned in her mane as he simply relished in the fact that he was able to bring this gorgeous creature to the brink of lust.

"I must have you," Tyler groaned out as he felt her body start to settle itself.

"Mmph! Then, then take me," Octavia answered back in a strained voice, and between breaths. "Ravage my body. Pound yourself as deep as you can inside me!" She could have sworn that she heard him give out an actual growl after she told him what he could do to her. That's when she felt her entire body get lifted up off the ground as he cradled her into his arms using a kind of strength she was not aware he had. With only a few short strides, Tyler had made it to the staircase of her home. She knew now that he intended to take her to her bed. The thought of being mated on her large soft comforter made her body go limp in his grasp, and she let out an inhaling groan to voice her approval.

The door of the room was kicked open followed quickly by Tyler entering with his pony prize still in his arms. He was very happy that the bed was right there in front of him now. As dainty as Octavia appeared, she was quite a bit heavier than she appeared, and the fast jaunt up the stairs with her in his arms drained his strength rather quickly. With a playful and short toss, he placed his mare onto the bed, making her let out a deep giggle as she hit the mattress. Never in his life had he wanted to get his clothes off so quickly. Seeing her there on the bed, her long night black mane flowing over the covers, her penetrating violet eyes that glared hungrily up at him, and the way her hips started to gyrate and thrust. This unheard siren song was more than he could take, and he felt himself tearing at a rather expensive shirt so that he could be as naked as she was.

"Mmm, Tyler," Octavia moaned out while biting her bottom lip. She felt flash after flash of heat wash over her body as she laid there and watched him remove his clothing. "You played so well today. Come, enter me. Let me use my body to please you, so I can feel your hot passion filling my depths!" This little series of statements had just the desired effect on him that she wanted. She could see him actually shiver from her lust laced words. His skin flushed with red, and she could see the hairs on his arms stand up due to the goosebumps she had given him. It was then he dropped his trousers, and she saw that he was more than ready to do as she asked. She herself had to give a small blush under her coat at the sight of him. This was the first time she had seen a Human's dick, and she had to admit, it looked very keen to her eyes. It wasn't the size of a stallion's of course, but it had such a unique shape and girth that she just couldn't wait to feel that bloated mushroom head sliding in and out of her.

Tyler felt himself almost hesitate for a moment before mounting her. He wanted her so badly, but didn't want to just pounce on top of her. He wanted to make her feel loved and beautiful, but his cock was pulsing so bad that it actually hurt. The only thing he felt he could do was just fall to his knees. Before Octavia could protest, he quickly pressed his face between her legs, and used his tongue to lap at her pussy. This made the mare cry out as her sensitive folds was lashed and sucked at by his mouth. He only gave her a couple of quick licks, enjoying her thick syrup for just a moment before kissing up to her teats where he took the stiff nipples between his lips and gave them a deep pull; bringing about another set of sharp moans from Octavia's throat. A long series of kisses brought Tyler up to her neck, then across her jaw line; then finally to her lips where they shared a long and deep kiss. He pulled away for just a moment to see her massive glass like eyes looking directly into his.

"Do it," she whispered up at him with a smile as she brushed her hoof across his cheek. "Place yourself inside me. Let me feel you." This was all the coaxing that he required. She saw him reach down with one hand. She watched him take his long thick member into his palm, then notch it at her entrance. That is when she felt him give a gentle thrust with his hips, and she could feel inch after inch of his engorged shaft start to sink into her. "That's ahh, it! That's, mmph, it!" she chanted while wrapping her front legs around his shoulders, pulling him down to where his face was pushed into her neck. She heard him moan hard into her coat as her pussy started to clinch and squeeze at him. She felt his hips jump as she rubbed her back hooves over the firm skin of his ass. All at once he started to pump in and out of her, and her whole body started to quake as she felt the head of his dick rubbing her tender insides without pause.

Like a well oiled machine the two moved in tandum with each other. Tyler thrust himself down, plunging his dick to its root wile at the same time Octavia arched her back to allow him to reach as far into her as he could go. Over and over again the pair did all that they could to please, tease and stimulate the others senses. On more than one occasion, Octavia worried that he might slip out of her. He would pull himself completely out to the point that just the very crown of his cock remained inside, forcing her to almost leap her hips towards him to make sure that he did not remove his stalk from her sucking canal. Tyler then rose up to where he was resting on his knees. He reached down, taking her by the hips and pulling her towards him to where her back legs fell over his arms. He then took hold of her front legs, letting her grab hold of his hands with the bends of her hooves.

"Oh, Octavia! I, I just, ahh, I can't explain how good you feel!" he rasped out, using this moment of readjustment to slow down his pounding hips to just small pushes.

"Mmm hmm," Octavia cooed. "You feel wonderful inside me, Tyler." After saying this, she ever so slowly started to rotate her hips in long deliberate swirls. She could see this had an effect on him, for as soon as she started her ministrations; his eyes closed, and he let out a long exhale.

These final movements of the mare underneath him was all Tyler could take. He just couldn't stand how positively sexy she looked as she moved her hips in such a way to make his cock stir her insides. All at once, he gripped her front hooves in his hands, using her own body as a lever, he then began to literally jackhammer himself in and out of her in hard powerful thrusts. He loved how wide her eyes went, and the way she mouthed sudden short gasps from the assault on her dripping pussy. He also knew this was his downfall, as the perfect friction of their ecstasy powered movements let him know he was going to unleash all too soon.

"I, ahh, I c-can't!" Tyler hissed through clenched teeth as his body tensed. He wanted so badly to cum inside her, to fill her with as much of his burning passion as he could. His natural instinct to breed however was trying to be overridden by his desire to remain inside her as long as he could, to prolong their love making until he felt as if he would die.

"Nyahh, nuh ahh! Oh, oh oh, Ty- Tyler!" Octavia screamed. She felt him slam into her again and again, his hips making lewd and wet slapping noises against her with every new thrust. That's when she heard him cry out to her, she felt his cock pulsing inside her, and she knew that she had driven him to his edge. "Do, do it!" she groaned as she used his grip on her hooves to pull herself harder into him. "Oh yes! Ahh ooh, oh fill, m-me. Please, Tyler?" After this one last plea, Tyler let out a long primal grunt, one more hard push into her, and she finally felt him start to jet the thick gobs of cum her body so desired again and again. "Ah, ah hmmph! Oh, I can feel it!" she bellowed out, letting him know that he had given her just what she wanted.

Tyler fell forward with a loud exhale on Octavia's chest. He so loved how he could hear her heart pounding as he placed his ear to her sweat dampened coat. His cock still twitched and jumped inside her, making her let out little short laughs with every throb. Never in his life could he remember cumming so hard; feeling so satisfied. One more large body shaking wave of pleasure ran its course threw his body, and all he could do was let a long persistent grin come to his lips. He then tried to remove himself from the hot slick sheath of his pony lover, but was quickly halted by Octavia clasping all four of her legs around his body.

"No, wait, j-just wait! Stay inside me a little longer," she said, pulling him as close to her as she could.

"Mmm yes," Tyler responded as he nestled himself into her body. He just let himself sink onto her, using her chest as a living pillow. "I will stay like this forever if you so asked me to."

"I just might you know." she said with a small laugh. "That was exhilarating! I am so happy I chose you to be my mate." An odd sense of guilt washed over her after saying that. He was her mate now, she had used him to quench the fires of her heat. Even still, he was her student, and a rather large ethical dilemma was starting to form in her brain. Whether it was the luck of the moment, or some kind of empathy, she thought that Tyler had picked up on this, as he raised his head just a small amount to look at her.

"I umm, I really like the sound of that; being your mate I mean." Tyler swallowed hard, showing that he almost didn't want to say what was on his mind. "I, I uhh. I don't think I need you as my teacher anymore." He wasn't sure about the look that came over her muzzle after he said this. It could have been that she was picking up on his intentions. It might have also been that she thought that she was being fired right after they had, had sex. "No wait! What I mean is, well this might come off as kinda of weird considering what we just did. But, umm, I would like to ask you out. You know, on a date?"

"Really?" Octavia said as a smile came over her face. As her heat intensified over the past few hours, all she could think about was getting him inside her to sate it. Now that her fires had been put out for a time, and she could finally start to think straight, she actually could see herself being with him, going out with him, even spending time with him other than just sexual interludes. "Well, yes," she said while brushing the pad of her hoof on his hair. "I think I would like it very much to go out with you."

"Oh man!" he huffed out, feeling the weight of anticipation being lifted out of his chest. "I really am so very happy to hear that. In all honesty, I have been wanting to ask you for some time. I just didn't think you would consort with one of your students like that.

"Well I normally don't!" Octavia laughed out. Considering the wonderful sex they had just had, she really didn't want him thinking that she used her male students as a makeshift breeding ground for her sensual desires. Thankfully for her, Tyler decided to let this subject go. He lifted his head up, and gave her a powerful kiss on the lips, one that she returned with a slight moan as his movement upwards caused his still hard cock to slide out of her just a bit.

"So," he said while picking up on her impassioned gasp. "Would you like to have another go?" To show that he was more than serious, he made his hips do a quick twist, stirring himself inside her and making her bite her lip with a groan.

"Mmm hmm! Sounds lovely. But maybe we should perhaps take this to my room? It seems in our haste to feel one another. We kinda used Vinyl's room." This new information made Tyler's head almost spin completely around as he took in all the details of his surroundings that his mind wouldn't allow before. Posters of fellow DJs, CDs, and all kinds of mixing equipment littered the room, letting him know this was not the chamber of a classical cellist.

"Oh, oh no!" Tyler said with a panicked tone. He looked at the bed that they were laying on, and noticed just how messed up the covers were. He then dreaded even taking notice of the wet, gooey, and sticky mess of a love puddle that they were both laying in right now and how it had more than likely completely ruined the sheets.

"Relax!" Octavia laughed out with a comforting voice. "Besides, this serves her right for teasing me earlier today. What is it you Humans say sometimes? Oh yes: payback is a bitch!" Hearing her say this made both of them bust out laughing while Tyler leaned in to give his new lover a hard solid kiss. He then reached under her and rolled himself over, taking her with him, and causing her to let out a delighted giggling squeal as they continued to press themselves harder together in preparation of their next session.

Author's Notes:

Octavia has got to be one of the sexiest women around; pony or otherwise. That black hair, those sultry purple eyes, and that tortuously cute pink bow tie. She is a mare that men (and women) would crawl across hot coals for!

Would like to thank MLPGodzilla9876 For his input on the Human's name and look on this one. Thanks for the reads and comments all! Stay tuned for more chapters soon!

** "Tu sei una delle creature più belle che abbia mai visto."

"You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen."