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The following takes place one month after "A Night At the Symphony."

It was yet another busy night, much flirtation and suggestive looks exchanged between all parties present. Lily saw quite a few girls take their customers down one hallway or another. Each time she saw them go, holding hands, curling their fingers in a seductive beckon, Lily always wondered where they were headed... Which room would they use? What delightfully depraved acts would take place within these walls? Would it be rough? Passionate? Memorable? Forgettable? As Lily watched her friend Brenda take a customer into a nearby room, she thought of that very thing... Was Brenda going to have a good night? Bad night? Just another average night? She twirled her drink and heaved a soft sigh, turning her attention back to the task at hand.

She had been off her game, so to speak. Not that the business was suffering... Just that she didn't "Feel" it as of late... The days and nights were running together. She needed something new, something exciting... A game-changer, so to speak.

"Excuse me...?"

Something, anything... Fresh and new, exciting... Why, the last four men she had had were just nothing but your typical, average, "Hey, let's chat for a few, maybe a few kisses, down to brass tax, thanks for your payment have a nice night" sort of ordeal... It was... Tedious...

"Uuh, hello?"

Really, though! Was it too much to ask for a little variation in the mundane day-to-day? All Lily really wanted was something, not too rough or way far out there... But just something... Different... A snapping pair of fingers in front of her eyes ripped Lily from her reverie, her eyes blinking rapidly for a few moments as she realized someone had been trying to get her attention.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, I was... I was spacing. My apologies!" Lily quickly shook herself free of the dense fog that seemed to fill her senses in that moment.

"Oh thank goodness, I thought there might have been something wrong with you, or something..." The woman who had been trying to get Lily's attention laid a hand to her chest, breathing a sigh of relief. "I just saw you from across the room, oh my gosh that sounds so cliche'... But I did! I saw you, and I wanted to say hello, but when I came over you were just sort of zoned out..." Lily blinked more, focused now but more shocked. She was awfully... Chatty... Memories of a certain diva came to mind, and Lily felt herself wondering at how Rarity was doing...

"And when I got over here, I tried getting your attention politely. At first, I thought you were just ignoring me, so I thought 'hey that's kind of rude.' But you were staring down that hallway. So I thought you had seen something that had scared you, so I wanted to look but I was afraid to look, so I started trying to get you to snap out of it instead... Man, you were tough to rouse! Must have been thinkin' about something really deep, huhn? My name's Lyra, by the way. Lotsa people say I talk too much, and I always- oh wait..." Lily blinked again. She had talked the entire time without taking a breath, and now looked at Lily with a blush she would have expected on a virgin schoolgirl.

"Everything okay?" Lily asked gently, leaning in.

"Y-yeah, I just did it again..." Lyra muttered, shuffling her feet. Now that she wasn't caught up in the rushed conversation, Lily was able to get a half-decent look at the girl standing before her. Lyra was attractive, in her own right. Decent-sized bust, maybe C-cups, with a somewhat freckled complexion. This night, she was wearing what looked to be a ball gown. The dress glimmered as if it was sequined, and left her shoulders bare. She had a sort of creamy olive-toned skin, and wore her hair down her back in a rather seductive way... Lily blushed once she got a good look at her.

"Eer, did what, exactly?" Lily took a half a step forward, her brow furrowed in worry.

"I talk too much. Like, a LOT... I've actually been yelled at for it before. Not a lot of people like to hang around me because of it, so I try not to talk, but sometimes my mouth just gets away from me... Kind of like how people can't stop chewing their fingernails, you know? It's a bad habit, and one they should probably stop, but for whatever reason they just plain can't stop chewing and biting... I mean, thank goodness I don't have that habit. I'd rather be running my mouth all the time than chewing my fingernails. That'd make what I do kinda hard-" Lily had to cut in. Since the whole ordeal with Rarity in the spa, Lily had learned how to deal with fast talkers.

"What is you do, then?" The trick was to head them off, steer the conversation to something else. That usually killed their head of steam and left them hanging.

"I play the lyre for the Canterlot Symphony." She said curtly, then raised an eyebrow at Lily expectantly, as if waiting for her. Woah. Not your typical conversationalist, then... Once cut off, it kind of died there, Lily supposed... She perked up slightly at the mention of the orchestra, though.

"Oh! Do you happen to know someone named Octavia, then?" Lily asked, remembering the sultry cellist from just one month ago. Now THAT had been a night worth remembering... Probably because it took Lily back to her days with the six bearers of harmony... No customers, no payment, just pure, sweet seduction. The reaction she got from Lyra, though, was surprising.

"Oh trust me, I know Octaiva... Little shut-in is what she is..." Lyra snorted and snagged a nearby glass of wine. Lily watched her down the whole thing in one go. "I mean, you really have to pity a girl like that. She spends all of her time either locked away in her apartment, or on stage... Outside of that, that's about as good as anyone can get to know her. Sure, she shows up at a few afterparties, talks to guests, but it's all because her manager makes her. I get the feeling if Octavia had a choice, she'd be happy to just shut up and play her cello all day. Don't get me wrong, I love playing the lyre, and it's probably one of the few times I ever shut up, but I can't just... Play continuously. Ugh, even THINKING about her makes me mad!" She set the glass down with a pronounced clink and took another, swigging half the glass in one go before finally slowing down with a grimace. If Lily was correct, the vintage the bartender had chosen that night was relatively new, and as such, pretty damn bitter. That Lyra had taken that much without flinching had surprised Lily.

"Sounds like you're not very fond of her..." Lily said softly.

"No one is, to tell you the truth!" Lyra said, waving her glass sloppily. Apparently she had the stomach for the alcohol, but not the liver. Then again, Lily had no idea how much she had had already. "She has her admirers, all of them from the crowd, but behind the stage, Octavia is probably the biggest, meanest bitch there is. She's so... Cold. I've tried talking to her, then agian I haven't not tried talking to anybody, but all she did was just stare at me like I was stupid. And from what I hear, that's what she does with everybody." That wasn't the Octavia Lily remembered... Not that she had spent a lot of time with her that wonderful night, but still... The Octavia Lily remembered was kind, warm, and quiet. She had difficulty believing the cellist was THAT reserved, that she wouldn't even speak to other members of her own symphony...

"I guess I just don't know her that well. From seeing her perform, though, I thought she'd be rather vibrant and full of life. I mean, you have to admit, she's a phenomenal player." Lily smiled.

"Oh, sure, sure... She's good on stage and everything. But like I said, when she's not in the spotlight, just about as dull and lifeless as a rock. Probably the same in bed, right?" Lyra nudged Lily with her elbow, giggling as a flush began to rise to her cheeks. Oh if only you knew... Lily found herself thinking, blushing a little herself... "I suppose you could say..." Lyra tossed back the rest of her wine and smiled at Lily. "I'm interested." Now THIS was where Lily flourished. She stepped closer, smiling coyly.

"Care to move this conversation somewhere a little more private, then?" She asked, setting her own drink aside. Lyra gave a devious little grin and nodded, casting a quick glance over her shoulder. Lily looped her arm through Lyra's both of them leaving the lounge with a quick, hurried step. No one cast them a second glance. They walked through lavish hallways, the thick carpet absorbing the sound of their heels. Lily saw then Lyra's dress was cut up the side, revealing a good amount of leg. She blushed slightly, half from alcohol, half from anticipation. Dull as the past few weeks had been, Lily still felt like her libido was as high as ever... She could seduce with the best of them. Picking a personal favorite of a room, Lily slipped in and locked the door behind them, watching Lyra look around at the rich furnishings. The room was decorated in muted reds and golds, a warm fire flickering in the hearth to accentuate the warm surroundings. Getting right at home, Lyra kicked her heels off and flopped onto a long, low couch near the fire with a soft 'Oof.' Lily joined her, happy she got more than a fair eyefull of a long, full leg.

"Are we going to chat a little bit more, or do you usually just get right down to it?" Lyra asked, stretching out in a seductive pose. Even half-drunk, she knew what she was doing. Lily found herself a little hot underneath the tight collar of her own dress.

"Whatever you want, love..." Lyra pushed her leg out of the slit, exposing every inch right up to the joint of her hip. Lily could have sworn she saw just a single thread of her panties before the movement obscured it, her long, bare leg sliding up the other as she stretched out. Lily watched the whole thing with interest, heating more and more. Lyra knew how to turn a woman on...

"Like what you see?" Damnit, she even know how to read another woman... Lily was slowly losing whatever percieved advantage she thought she had. In other words, Lyra was turning Lily on more than Lily was to her. Smoothly, Lily rose to her feet. Time to change the pace, cut off her head of steam before she really got going.

"Now those..." Lily pushed the zipper down her back, her dress smoothly falling away from her curvy, full form. "Are my words..." Clad only in a pair of sheer, tiny panties, Lily smiled at Lyra's reaction. She ran a hand up her own body, from hip to breast and everywhere inbetween, watching the reaction slowly spread over Lyra's shocked face. Domination assumed once more, Lily began teasing the crotch of her panties with one hand, beckoning Lyra to her feet with the other. The woman obliged, her eyes fixated on the slowly-darkening spot on the front of Lily's panties.

"I-I... Uuh..." She couldn't tear her eyes away. So Lily did it for her. Gently lifting her chin, Lily brought Lyra's brilliant sky-blue eyes to her own.

"Do you want to touch me?" She asked softly.

"A-actually... Th-that's... All I wanna do..." Lily paused for a moment.

"Oh?" She managed, finding her own hand had paused.

"Y'see..." Lyra started, becoming more confident. She took a tentative step closer, laying her hands on Lily's slender waist. "I get off touching other people... Guy, girl, doesn't matter... I don't like licking or penetration or dildos or stuff like that, really... What I really like..." A flush rose to her cheeks. "And I mean REALLY like..." She slid her fingertips under Lily's panties, teasing her shaved pubis. "Is using my hands." Lily shivered, feeling herself gush a little more wetness... Talk about game changers...

"So," Lily breathed, feeling her skin tingle. "Let me get this right." She gently wrapped her hand around Lyra's wrist. "You want nothing more..." Gently guided the hand further into her panties. "Than to touch me?" The first bit of pressure against her nethers nearly made her cum. No way... A quick glance downwards, and indeed, Lyra's hands were glowing... She was a Magi.

"And myself, yes..." Lyra admitted, curling her finger just to push against Lily's steadily-wettening core. "Trust me. It'll be good for me. I know you and yours worry about stuff like that... I'm using magic, obviously, but wherever I touch on you, I can feel it on myself. And vice-versa. Here, test it out." Lily arched an eyebrow, but smiled when Lyra pushed the hem of her dress down, exposing her right breast. Lily hesitantly raised a hand to the other woman's flesh, cupping the soft skin of her lovely mound. Just as the first contact of her own fingers pressed into the skin, though, she felt it... There, on her own chest, was the sensation underneath her fingers. She was... Lily was... Groping herself!

"Woah..." She breathed, pulling her hand back. The blush intensified. "How does this feel with... With a guy?"

"Oh, you ought to know." Lyra teased. "Being a changeling and all... It's amazing, isn't it?" Lily managed a soft nod as Lyra's fingers began to dig around her panties a little more. "Here, this is getting in the way." Smooth as can be, Lyra fell to her knees in front of Lily, smoothly pushing her panties down. Completely freed of fabric now, Lily didn't have to worry about not receiving the magi's full attention. "And me, too..." It took a few longer moments to pull all of Lyra's dress off, but soon enough both of them were bare, standing just a step apart, taking in the sight.

"Oh wow..." Lily breathed. Lyra was actually quite beautiful... She had a full, curvy frame, perky breasts, and a neatly-trimmed triangle of a bush. The hair looked soft and straight, short enough to keep from curling, but not so short it would be prickly or rough... Lily felt like touching it so badly... As her hand reached out for the first tender caress, though, Lyra stopped her with a gentle push.

"Ah, ah, ah..." Lyra smiled at her. "Remember... I want to touch YOU... Just let me do this, okay?" Lily had to bite back her pride, and give a slight nod. Lyra was a customer, after all. She nodded her head towards the bed, and Lily couldn't help but follow along. "Sit there, on the edge... And I'll get around to what I do best." Lily obliged, sitting her rear on the thick comforter at the edge. Lyra slid up onto the bed behind her, adjusting until her long, bare legs were spread on either side of her, Lyra's chest pressed against her shoulderblades. That -truly- magical pair of hands slid around to her front, laying flat on her stomach. After the runaway-train of actions leading up to this moment, the simple teasing gesture was enough to make Lily groan dejectedly. She wanted so bad to grab Lyra's hand, drive it down south, and ride the intense pleasure until she came. Instead, like the good whore she was, Lily let her customer do as she pleased... Not like it mattered, one way or another she was going to get what she wanted... That is, if the spell worked as effectively as Lyra said it did.

Much to her surprise, though, Lily felt Lyra's hands moving to slightly less-erogenous zones across the front of her body. She pressed into such spots as her stomach, just above her belly button, each of her ribs. The gentle tingle of magic flowed through her, but it was nothing like the intense surge from earlier. Lily slowly felt her abdominal muscles relax, however, and the tension left her legs. She was quite literally melting into the skilled touch.

"What are you..."

"Relaxing you." Lyra said softly, her chin resting on Lily's shoulder. She could feel the talented woman's chest against her back, the pert breasts squishing into her flesh teasingly. "This is a different kind of magic, touching on the points within you where you bottle up stress. If I do this before, I can usually make women cum up to ten times. My record is fifteen. On men, I can average three, but have done as many as six." The mere mention of ten orgasms had Lily trembling and dripping more... Somehow, she didn't think the musician was lying.

"T-ten..." She whimpered softly.

"On average." She gulped. Hard. "Let's get started, shall we?" The pleasure in her midsection changed drastically as Lyra switched spells mid-touch, one hand rising to the underside of her pleasantly plump, jiggling breast. The other hand slid lower, caressing her smooth pubis expertly. Lily could do little else than surrender to the pleasure, arching her back slightly as the first touch pressed against her clitoris. Two slow, gentle circles later, and Lily let loose. Her first orgasm pulsed through her senses, making her body go rigid. That flexing tension didn't last long, though, as Lyra started pressing two fingers from either hand into all the same points. Lily felt herself relaxing against the sensation of the orgasms, going completely loose against the other woman.

"Aah... Fuck..." She whimpered, her thighs twitching slightly.

"And that was just the beginning. Wait until I go inside of you..."

"Please?"

"Just wait. Soon enough..." Lyra smoothly returned to the pleasurable sensation, running her fingers up and down Lily's wet gash while her other hand began rotating her nipple. Both of them immediately hardened, almost like water flash-freezing over... Instead of cold, though, it was a firey, burning hot sensation that pulsed deep into Lily's body... Her second climax came almost as soon as the first.

"Guuh!" Lily grunted, feeling herself squirt a single, thin stream of liquid.

"Squirter, eh? This is gonna be fun..." Lyra muttered, returning from relaxing her muscles straight back to rubbing and teasing. Was it just Lily, or was her breath hot and panting? Through the haze of a second orgasm, Lily felt Lyra's chest rise and fall against her back...

"P-please..." She whimpered.

"Hmm?"

"Don't... Stop..." She was not disappointed. Lyra slid her fingers up and down gently before pressing a single finger deep into her walls. The third was better, and signifigantly more wet than the last two. As in, Lily could hear the droplets of her gushing orgasm fall onto the thick carpet below. A second finger joined the first, sliding in and out twice before the fourth came out. Panting, Lily could have sworn they were only at this three minutes, and she had came four times... If the spreading pool of wetness caressing her rear was any indication, Lyra wasn't far behind... Those glowing, skilled hands returned to her twitching body, massaging the tension out.

"Easy, Lily... Too much, and you'll get burnt out. Come on, let's kiss for a while..." Lyra gently pulled her down into a gentle embrace, Lily's lips meeting Lyra's in a hungry kiss filled with desire, lust, and post-orgasm appreciation for someone so incredibly skilled. They continued as such for a while, kissing and tonguing in equal measure before Lily felt Lyra's hands travel down her body once more. Sufficiently warmed up, Lily was prepared for the shock of magic that travelled through her system.

"Oh, but here's the fun part..." Lyra panted, her hot breath caressing Lily's face. "Now you can touch me. But be careful... Pleasure form two sources at once can be a bit... Intense..." Hesitantly, Lily slid a hand into that warm space between Lyra's readily-spread thighs, probing her lover's wet crotch. That first gentle touch sent a shock through her system, and the sensation when she rubbed Lyra's clit... She couldn't hold back! A shaky breath and a hearty squirt later, Lily lay panting in a puddle of wetness... Five already...

"F-fuck..." She whimpered. Normally, this would be her limit. But Lyra's hands were slowly massaging the tension away, leaving her limber and ready for more. This woman was just plain dangerous...

"Keep going. Let's see how much you can go..." Lyra panted. While the musical magi may have been talented, Lily was experienced. Able to handle a lot more than her partner, Lily smoothly plunged one finger in. Lyra groaned and did the same, panting as both sets of fingers worked in opposite rythym to each other. While only one finger was in, it felt like two to each party. Lily grasped Lyra's breast, her palm rotating the nipple in a circle. Her own mirrored the sensation, doubling the pleasure automatically.

"Hahn!" Lyra gave in first, her walls tensing in tandem to Lily's... Dribbling more wetness onto her thigh, Lily felt the bed beneath them was almost completely soaked through now.

"We... We need to go to, like, the bathroom... Or something..." Lily gasped, shivering underneath Lyra's careful minstrations.

"Agreed... Shower?" Both women stretched as they got up, taking a moment to appraise the damage. The comforter was trashed, but the sheets appeared only moderately damp. Stripping that top layer off, they tossed the damp cover off onto the floor and padded into the bathroom. Lyra moved with a little less grace than Lily had expected... Her legs were toned and muscular, but she lacked a certain seductive sway to her hips. Lily, however, had perfected the art. She took the lead, grinning back at her partner as they entered the tiled haven. Cranking the water on hot, Lily stepped under the shower, and was immediately surprised when Lyra returned her hands to Lily's expectant flesh.

"No more games. Let's get serious about this..." Six orgasms down, they were both thoroughly warmed up and ready to do some major exploring. As it turns out, magic wasn't the only thing Lyra's fingers had going for her. She was also remarkably skilled at plain fingering... Curling and twisting those glowing digits inside of Lily's twitching hole, the seventh orgasm took a little work, but not a whole lot of time. Shivering, Lily felt her release join the cascading water, lost in the drone of the stream. Lyra pulled her fingers out, licking them gently. Lily got an idea, opened her mouth, and pushed her fingers into Lyra's lips. The taste of her partner filled her mouth, making Lily groan as Lyra sucked her magic-clad fingers free.

Just the feel of her strong tongue cleaning her fingers made Lily want more. She pushed her own back against the wall, beckoning Lyra's hands back to her crotch. This time, both women kissed as they went to work, Lily focusing on twitching Lyra's clit. This time, she was the one to bring them both to orgasm, the eighth splattering the floor in a slightly audible pattern aside from the static drone of the showerhead.

"F-fuck me..." Lyra gasped, her legs twitching. Lily watched the glow in her hands shift intensity as she started pressing her own points, restoring stamina to herself. "I... I haven't had it this good in... A long while." She panted. "Just... Just a short break, okay? I want to enjoy these next few..." Lily had to agree. The steamy shower was great, but it was beginning to feel muggy inside the steamy bathroom. They shut the water off and stood in the tub, breathing, kissing, slowly regaining composure for the next burst. Lily wondered what Lyra had planned next...

She was surprised to discover Lyra's tongue pressing to her breast. That, coupled with the three fingers spreading her apart, Lily could hardly handle the sensation. She didn't even need to use her own hands. Lyra was doing well enough on her own. The ninth and probably most intense orgasm was coupled with a wet *Schlick* as Lyra pulled out, watching Lily's twitching womanhood gush a prodigous amount of juice out into the tub. How long had they been at this? Fifteen minutes, twenty, maybe? Lily didn't know if she could handle much more... Strength was flagging, and it looked like the two-way bond was a double-edged sword... Lyra was panting and could hardly stand anymore.

"My turn." Lily switched places with Lyra, pressing her back to the wall now as Lily dove both hands down. One finger pressed to Lyra's clitoris, the other slid two fingers deep. She searched around inside, brushing over her own g-spot once or twice through the link. Lyra gasped as the rough feeling of Lily's hands curling, searching... The shock of shared pleasure told her she had found it. Like a timid child toeing the line of a very high drop into his favorite swimming hole, Lily backed away before rushing at that spot once more. With a wickedly strong cruve of her fingers, she pressed one tip into Lyra's g-spot, the other into her own. The result was a strength-sapping, firm orgasm that made both women slide to the floor of the tub in a heap of panting flesh and tangled limbs.

"Oh... M-my..."

"Fuckin'..."

"I don't think I can walk anymore..." Lyra groaned, which made Lily giggle, and Lyra giggle in return, until both women were in fits of uprarious laughter. It ended with a kiss, a smile, and a whispered invitation.

"One more?" Lily panted. Lyra looked down at her, half in disbelief, half in quiet contemplation... With a gentle nod, she finally set to it, her fingers diving into Lily's twitching hole with ease. She reversed the tables, using Lily's two-handed tactic of focusing on the clit and searching for the g-spot. Through the link, she found both points easy, working them over in smooth circles. From her position on the bathtub floor, Lily could do little else than grasp Lyra's breasts, massaging a linked pair of four nipples to rock-hardness and further.

"Oh... Oh... FUCK!" Lily gave in at last, arching up as Lyra collapsed on top of her. Shaking hard enough to emit thumping noises from the tub, Lily and Lyra tried to wrap their minds around the oozing, wet, and strength-sapping eleventh orgasm... That is, until Lily lost consciousness...

"Uuhn..." She woke what had to be just a few moments later, Lyra's form just stirring slightly atop her own. Willing herself up, Lily managed to crank the showerhead on, adjusting the water to a lukewarm setting. That magical balance between slightly cool and comfortingly warm water began to rinse away all the liquid they had spilled, whisking it down the drain as Lyra came to.

"Ffffuck me..." She groaned, rubbing her head with a bleary expression.

"Come on..." Lily moaned, giving her wet rump a teasing smack. "We just gotta dry off then we can sleep..." They stood on shaky legs, using the edge of the tub for more support than they probably should have. Lyra passed her a towel and the two of them started drying off, hardly putting much effort into it. Still dripping from their hair, the two exhausted women made their way to the bed, wobbling more than once. Lily could hardly manage to do anything more than collapse onto the cool sheets and drag herself onto one half of the bed. Lyra followed suit, both of them quickly passing out for the remainder of the night...

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Lily awoke later on that morning, groaning as she held a splitting headache inbetween her hands. Lyra was standing by the bedside with a glass of water, and gently helped Lily hydrate.

"Squirters are fun and all, but man, you guys always get the worst of it the next morning. Hey, drink slower... There we go... I'll remember to go easier on you next time, but whoo baby! That was a BLAST! I gotta say, if we hadn't have been drinking, we probably could have made it to fifteen or even higher... You're REALLY good at giving what you get. Feeling any better?" The headache remained, but at least Lily could move without it feeling like digging her way from an early grave. She sat up slowly, fighting the spinning room.

"Wow, you're all sorts of fucked up, huhn? Here, relax..." Lyra pressed those magical hands against Lily's temples, and started working her magic all over. "There, there, move that over there, and clear this up... There we go!" The headache vanished quick as it seemed to have came, leaving Lily feeling surprisingly clear-headed and lucid. She took another swig of water from a second glass and swung her legs off the bed. Lyra sat next to her, smiling as she leaned in to kiss her shoulder.

"What'd you think?" She asked, her lips curling into a devious grin. Lily just gave her a patronizing chuckle.

"I don't know wether to thank you or charge extra..."

---------------- Notes from the Author ----------------

Dayum. That spell. I hope you like this chapter, Iroh.

Also: Some insight to Octavia's character. As much as I hated writing her chapter, you all took to her pretty well. Perhaps more in the future. We shall see.

I kind of feel like I'm the mule driver dangling that carrot on a stick in front of you guys.

MAYBE I'll write more Rainwater Martini

MAYBE I'll make Maggie's story

MAYBE Ajax will get HIS own story...

So on and so forth.

But hey. You love me.

Conceited?

Yeah.

Not gonna deny it.