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How to Raise a Filly

by CharmingChaos

Chapter 2: Decisions, Decisions

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Octavia sat in a relaxed slump on the sofa, absently playing with a bit of Vinyl's mane between her hooves as they talked. She glanced at the clock, stifling a yawn. It was getting late.

"I really want to do this, Octy - are you even listening to me?!" Vinyl sat up from Octavia's lap abruptly, pulling her hair out of the other mare's grasp and looking into her blank stare.

Octavia shook her head to clear it. "What? Oh, I'm sorry, Sweetheart, it's late. You know I can't hold onto a suject at this time, I just start to doze off..."

"Well, don't," Vinyl snapped. "This is kind of an important subject, you know."

"I know, Sweetheart, but... I don't know if I'm ready."

Seeing the worried look in her wife's eyes, Vinyl decided to take the foalish option. She hugged her around the neck and kissed her cheek. "Don't worry, 'Tavi, I know you'll be fine. I was, and, no offense, but I think I'm smaller then you."

Octavia poked Vinyl's exposed stomach, feeling her hoof sink slightly in the thin layer of pudge. "Maybe then, but I think we're at least equal at this point. Besides, since when is calling your wife fat a good way to persuade her to cooperate?"

"Since now," Vinyl kissed her squarely on the lips this time, remembering how often they had done it before they were married. She pulled away to look into the purple eyes blinking close to her own. "We should do that more often."

Octavia gave her a little half-smile. "We used to. But look who's getting distracted now."

Vinyl Scratch was busy with Octavia's neck now. "I don't know... Who...'s... distracted... ?"

"Ooh, you're right... we should do this more often." Octavia moaned softly, not at all surprised by how pleasant it was to pretend they were just lovers again, not a care it the world, only each other. But still she tried to push her intoxicating lips and tongue away from her body. "We have to... talk, Vin'. This is important."

Vinyl had worked her way down to Octavia's stomach now. She trailed her tongue up her wife's abdomen with a sigh, tasting the mixture of salty sweat and something sweet that she couldn't identify. She stopped for a moment, resting her head on the damp fur, and looked up. "I know. That's why I'm showing you how the spell will feel."

Octavia let out a short, breathless laugh at that. "You're kidding me. You're kidding me, right?"

Vinyl shook her head. "No... no, this is how it felt when Twilight... you know, ugh, this makes it very awkward."

Octavia patted the blue head at her stomach, smiling slightly. "I... think I understand. But seducing me into agreeing this is the right time for another foal was a very dirty trick, Vinyl. I'm rather proud of you."

"What? Oh, that. Well, actually, I just wanted to do it again. But yeah, I guess it was." She grinned cheekily. "Sorry."

"Oh, no, it was no problem. No problem at all. Now, let's go to the bedroom so Tambourine isn't woken up by seeing... well, this."

They entered the dark blue room and Vinyl gestured at the bed.

Octavia raised her eyebrows. "What?"

"You have to lay down. I mean, you don't have to, it'll be easier for me that way."

Octavia nodded slowly and lay down, propping her head up against her hooves. "Alright... But how will this make it easier?"

"I have to touch your stomach with my horn, duh." Vinyl rolled her eyes. "I thought that part was obvious."

Octavia took a deep breath and let it out slowly, blowing through pursed lips and watching the tiny specks of dust disturbed by her breath swim in the soft lamplight. "Alright, Vinyl. I'm ready."

Vinyl Scratch closed her eyes for a moment before climbing up onto the bed below her still somewhat nervous wife. She patted the grey mare's leg, next to her own. "It's okay, Octy. It's not gonna hurt or anything. It felt really good, at least to me. And it won't take more then a couple of minutes, I promise."

Octavia nodded, and she felt the cool, slightly rounded tip of Vinyl's horn come to rest low on her stomach. She watched as the customary bluish magic aura surrounded it, and then her entire torso.

Vinyl's eyes were squeezed shut in concentration. She forced a part of herself into the spell, letting her mind go white with the power in her horn.

Octavia jumped, letting out a hastily stifled cry as a blue-white lightning surrounded her abdomen. She could feel something deep inside her tingle, itch in a way that made her want to claw herself open to get it out. She clutched the electricity surrounded part of her body with her front hooves, a wordless scream escaping her lips as the feeling in her abdomen grew more and more powerful.

Vinyl's eyes shot open, white with raw power, unnatural and strange to her earth pony... victim? prize? maybe it was as simple as 'wife', but Octavia had never before witnessed or experienced such a thing.

The light from Vinyl's eyes made the room as bright as day, illuminating the couple on the bed in a ghostly, shadowless halo, and Octavia screamed.

Vinyl Scratch blinked and pulled her horn away, her eyes their familiar crimson color again. "I'm sorry, Octy."

The grey mare said nothing, merely lay panting, eyes wide and staring. She clutched her stomach with both of her forehooves, rubbing her fur into a damp grey mat against her skin.

Vinyl crawled up and lay half on top of her wife. "Octy? Octy, are you alright? Octy, talk to me! Octy..." She kissed the half-open lips, stroked the flushed cheeks, rolled onto the mattress and lay with her hooves around the stricken mare's shoulders. "I-I'm so sorry, Octy..."

Octavia blinked, shook her head, noticed Vinyl curled around her waist. She stroked the soft, tangled blue mane, grasping the shaking shoulders, finally hearing the soft sobs stifled in her coat. "Vinyl, did we do it? Did you do it? Are you okay?"

Vinyl looked up at her with a terrified expression on her tearstained face. "I performed the spell, yes, but I also almost killed you! I don't know what happened, it wasn't like that for me. I'm so sorry, Octy. I'll never forgive myself, I'm practically a murderer!"

"That's a stupidest thing I've ever heard," Octavia said sternly, pulling Vinyl's head up so she could look into her eyes. "Vinyl, you are the stupidest mare I have ever met."

"What? Why?"

"Because you helped invent a new spell to help ponykind in general, you performed it on very short notice, perfectly as far as I can tell, and now you're wailing about being a murderer. Go on. Tell me, who did you kill?"

"N-nopony, but - "

"There. You see, you adorably stupid thing? You're fine," Octavia's voice had changed from sharp to soft and comforting, filled with a motherly sort of love Vinyl had never experienced from anypony but her. She stroked the white cheeks in her hooves gently. "It's alright, Vinyl dear. Everything's alright."

"I-I'm still sorry..."

"No need to be sorry, Vin'. I understand." Octavia gave her a gentle kiss, wiping away a last tear. "Let's go to sleep though, we both need our rest."

"We all three need our rest," Vinyl corrected, a weak smile playing on her lips. "I'm so glad you're okay, Octy. I was so worried."

"It's alright, Vinyl," Octavia soothed, hugging her close as they slid between the sheets. "Goodnight. And thank you. You did a wonderful job."

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