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Cowoncrutches - Musical Healing (Octavia)

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>Be Anon
>Enrolled in Canterlot High
>It's 1:30 AM
>You're doing what every teenage male does at 1:30 AM
>Besides watching Netflix or jerking it
>Doing donuts in a parking lot in your friend's car
>Drunk
>But hey, being drunk makes it a challenge
>Flash was still at the house party
>He was super busy being passed out so you took his car keys
>Good m8s don't let m8s drive drunk
>Instead, they steal the car
>Turns out the car was occupied
>Your other m8s were in there
>Dash and Norman
>Blaze'n away
>Listening to 'Crazy'
http://vimeo.com/m/31445802
Hey! Anon!
>Damn It.
>Dis bish just interrupted your inner monologue
>Are you just gonna take that?
>Well, you are beta as fuck
>So
>Yeah, you will
>What's up?
"Me and Norman want Cheetos and Slim jims"
>A'ight Dash. Where am I going to get Cheetos and Slim jims in the middle of the night?
"Go to 7-11, fag."
>You sigh.
>Fanks, Dashie.
>You hit the brakes
>You've practiced enough driving in circles for tonight
>Your head goes forward and hits the dashboard
>You just got pimp slapped by physics
>It's okay.
>You can go on a talk show and speak about abuse and then get back toghether with physics anyway
>Hue
>Everything is going dark. . .
>Ya know, concussions n'shit
>Well, the last time you passed out near Dash and Norman, you woke up with dicks drawn on your face in Sharpie.
>Is that a bright light at the end of a dark tunnel?
"Anonnnn. Come into the light."
>Shit, are you dead?
>No, wait. That's Dash's voice.
>Unless Dash is Jesus, then you are alive.
>Dash as Jesus.
>nope.avi.exe.jar
>And on the third day she rose again, and said, "Fuck off. I need more sleep." in accordance with the scriptures.
>You're in a hospital bed.
>Your head hurts.
>Alot.
>You reach up and touch the gauze wrapped around most of your skull.
>Then you notice Dash standing next to you.
>Shining her phone in your eyes.
"How ya doin buddy?"
>"Not bad for a guy who got concussed from hitting a dashboard."
>She grins.
"I'm suprised you got KO'd so easily. I could have sworn Shining Armor hit you harder when you tried to let Twilight down easy."
>You cringe at the memory.The movement makes your head throb a little.
>"I generally try not to remember that, Dash. How long was I out?"
>She shrugs.
"Me and Norman dropped you off earlier this morning after we got our food."
>"How long was I out?"
"Couple of hours."
>Maybe you should ask why she waited so long to drop you off at the hospital.
>Nah, just be glad that you ended up in a hospital, and not in New Mexico, wearing nothing but your boxers and a dress shirt in the middle of the desert.
>"Where is everybody?"
"Flutters and Pinkie left a couple of minutes ago with Twilight and AJ. Rarity came in with them, but she left early."
>You see Rarity weeping over your broken body, declaring her undying love for you while her friends comfort her, trying to assure her that her injured love would survive.
>If only.
"Anyway, I was about to leave when I wanted to see if I could wake you up."
>Norman sticks his head into the room.
"Dash? You ready to go?"
"Almost."
>She turns back to you.
"By the way, Anon, Twilight left a bunch of books for you to read. I said that you would have a bad enough headache without reading."
>She pauses for a moment.
"She still likes you. Twilight, I mean."
>You sigh.
>"I know."
>She begins to walk out of the room.
>"Hey Dash? Why did you not draw on my face this time?"
"There were issues."
>"What issues?"
>She grins.
"7-11 doesn't have Sharpies. Have a good one, Anon."
>Dash walks out of the room, pulling Norman along.
"He's my friend too! Why can't I say hi to him?"
"Because shut up."
>You hear them walking along the corridor until their steps eventually fade away.
>Well, you're stuck in a bland as hell hospital room for a while.
>Dash left you Slim Jims.
>What a wonderful, upstanding, moral induvidual.
>Might as well look at the books that Twi left you.
>Game of Thrones, Clash of Kings, Storm of Swords and Feast for Crows.
>This'll keep you busy.
>Several hours pass.
>The doctor walks in.
"Hey there, Anon. Just poking my head in to check up on you.
>"I'm doing pretty good, all things considered."
"That's great! Since your condition is less serious than some of the others we are treating, your new nurse will be an intern. Is that alright?"
>"Sure, sounds good to me."
>He visibly relaxes.
"Thanks for being so agreeable. I think that. . . "
>He trails off and checks his clipboard.
>"Doc?"
"Sorry, I was checking something. According to this, she goes to school with you."
>"Really? Who is she?"
"Do you know Octavia?"
>You've sat in this fucking hospital for a week.
>You hate this hospital.
>It's blander and whiter than Vanilla Ice.
>Actually, he was https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nzY2Qcu5i2A
>At the very least, she makes this interesting.
>Octavia.
>Your ex-girlfriend is your nurse.
>She apparently got the job because of some internship program.
>Christ, why did you date her?
>Oh yeah.
>Dat voice.
>She talks with the smallest hint of an English accent that becomes more noticiable when she gets mad.
>Or turned on.
>Fanks, brain.
>So classy.
>Much doge.
>Many Shibe.
>Very ebin maymay.
>Not to mention dem curves.
>Most of your conversations go like normal conversations between exes.
>Well, conversations is generous.
>You verbally unload magazine after magazine of bullets into your foot while she ignores you.
>"How are the chello recitals doing?"
"Fine."
>"How are you doing today?"
"Fine."
>You're a teenage guy.
>Aren't you supposed to be the cold, distant, 3edgy5others one?
>Does dis bish even stereotype?
>Fugg it.
>Twilight vists you everyday and drops off your work from school.
>She also summarizes it for you.
"And that's why Lennie, from of Mice and Men, represents
the loss of innocence in our modern society."
>You nod slowly, having finally perfected your drawing of a kingly pirate and a stuttering ninja engaged in a semi-homoerotic position.
>Perfect.
>You sit there for a moment before noticing Twilight staring at you.
>She blushes, deep and red.
>You grin and she seems to find her voice.
"Anon, I-I know we were in a-a relationship and that ended badly, but I was wondering if you wanted to try again?
>The word spill out of her mouth rapidly and are almost incomprehensible.
>You get out of your hospital bed and hug her tight.
>She holds on tight, but you seperate yourself from her and hold her at arm's length.
>"You're a great girl, Twilight, but we tried and it failed. I like you, but as a friend."
>She drops her head in disappointment.
>You push her chin up so that you can look into her eyes.
>Twilight immediatly puts her hands behind your head and pulls forward.
>She locks lips with you, her tongue tentaviely exploring the inside of your mouth.
>Your tongue immediatly begins to struggle with hers, vying for dominance, and her's falters, giving you the upper hand.
>You press on, tasting the inside or her mouth.
>Finally, the connection breaks and the two of you sit there and stare into each other's eyes.
>Twilight has a glazed look on her face, obviously too caught up in the moment to care about anything else.
>Eventually, clarity returns to her eyes and she scrabbles at your hosiptal gown in a frenzy, trying to remove the barrier between her and your manhood, but you stop her.
>"Twilight, we're friends and I'm not willing to risk that again. I'm sorry."
>She looks crestfallen and turns toward the door, bumping into Octavia.
>Bumping into Octavia.
>into Octavia.
>Octavia.
>Oh shit.
>Did you learn nothing from video games?
>If you had, you would have remembered that there's a time and place for everything, but not now.
>Sheeeet.
>This could get ugly, fast.
>Like, Sarah Jessica Parker ugly.
>And faster than Flash.
>But you're not talking about run speed.
>Hue.
>Seriously though, he does not last long.
>Now, now, brain. You need to focus.
>Twilight blushes deeply and dashes past Octavia.
>Awkward silence fer days.
>silence intensifies.jpg
>You both sit there for a moment, struggling for some sort of response.
>Finally, you find your stones and think up your best alpha reply.
>"Admit it Octavia, you've probably caught me doing worse."
>Perfect.
>She smirks cynically.
"I agree, this is not nearly as bad as the prom accident. At least nobody's hurt this time."
>"Come on Tavi, it was just Flash. It's not like he was using those brain cells. Besides, we got Spitfire and Celestia drunk, and that's what really matters."
>She cringes slightly.
"Anon, we've been over this, please don't call me that."
>le ebin trole mode activate.
>"Relax, Tavi, we're friends, aren't we?"
"Anon, don't call me that."
>"Tavi, you really need to lighten up. I'd tell you to let your hair down, but, ya know."
"Anon."
>"Come on, Tavi. . ."
>SLAP!
>You see stars and the left side of your face starts to sting.
>Ow.
>You raise your hand to your face.
>"Christ, Tavi, you've got some spunk for a lady."
>SMACK!
>Both sides of your face are burning.
"And you're awfully stubborn for a gentleman."
>"Okay, Octavia, I'll stop. No more cute nicknames. Speaking of which, you don't look half bad, m'lady."
>She blushes, avoiding your gaze.
>Curse of an artist, you suppose. >They just don't know how to deal with compilments.
>She mumbles something about her other patients and leaves.
>That was interesting.
>You turned down a girl that would follow your D off a cliff and talked with an Ex.
>Well, talked is kind of understating it.
>Your thoughts turn to Octavia.
>Tavi.
>Damn, that girl.
>She's classy, intelligent, talented, the whole package.
>Why did you break up with her?
>When you did date, well, you and Tavi argued quite a bit.
>Still, the make up sex was amazing.
>Maybe it's the nurse outfit, but damn, getting back together with her seems like a great idea right about now.
>Oh well, there'll be time later.
>You drift off to sleep, watching the bland room slowly fade away.
>You feel somebody tapping your head, rousing you from your slumber.
>You attempt to move your hand to rub the drowsiness out of your eyes, but your hands are strapped to the hospital bed, as well as your ankles.
>You hope to god that you're not about to be raped by a male doctor.
>You try to cry out, but the gag in your mouth halts your voice.
>"Mmmph!!?"
"Anon, I told you not to call me Tavi."
>The moonlight trickling into the room bathes her naked form.
>Octavia stands over your bound form, naked except for a pair of black panties.
>Dis gon b güd.
>So, taunting activates her inner dominatrix.
>At least, that's where you hope this is going.
>If not, then you're going to be murdered by a hot celloist.
>There are worse ways to go.
>Like being hit by a Smart Car.
>Seriously, that's like being run over by a go-kart.
>It's just fucking sad.
>ADD, we talked about this. No rambling on for too long. Focus on the hot chick with a dom kink.
>Octavia sildes her knees downward, pinning your upper body with her lower body.
>You feel a warmth in the center of your chest.
>You watch in awe as she reveals her slit, sopping wet and ready.
"Put that silver tongue of yours to good use, Anon."
>Octavia leans forward and removes your gag.
>She rotates, placing her slit above your face.
>She pushes down the covers of your bed and moves away the thin fabric of your hospital gown, revealing your member.
>Your member stands tall and at the ready.
"Anon, we're going to play a game. Whoever finishes first loses."
>Octavia lowers her butt, bringing her pinkish slit inches from your face.
>Drops of her wetness slowly drip down onto your face and into your open mouth, as you prepare to taste her.
>You raise your head up, tongue out, and slowly drag it across her slit, beginning at her clit and work your way down.
>A small moan escapes her lips before Octavia begins work on your member.
>Her lithe hand wraps around the head, rubbing it slowly.
>Precum flows like a river, lubing up her hand.
>Octavia rubs her hand up and down your length, slickening your member.
>Using the newfound slickness, she pumps her hand harder and harder.
>You grimace slightly, as her hand begins to tighten like a vise as she pumps.
"Well, this isn't getting any where fast."
>Your tongue snakes in and out of her slit, feeling its way through her velvety depths.
>You probe your way deeper and deeper, attempting to find her trigger.
>Octavia gasps and briefly shudders with arousal.
>Almost pushed over the brink, she opens her mouth and shoves your member in as far as it can go.
>You throw your head back, surprised by the heavenly wet vacuum that now surrounds your manhood.
>You buck your hips forward, ramming your cock down her throat as far as you can.
>Octavia's eyes bug out of her head.
>She begins to pump her head down your length as fast as she can.
>As you continue to slurp away, you feel her erratic attempt at head beginning to succeed.
>A strange feeling starts to build at the base of your cock, and you struggle to find a quick way to win her game.
>You cease for a moment and search for something, anything, to beat her game.
>I spy with my little eye, a clit.
>Octavia takes your entire length in her mouth and drags slowly upward, inhaling as she goes, creating a wonderful euphoric feeling of suction.
>You cross the point of no return and lunge forward grabbing her clit with your teeth.
>Octavia screams, and her essence coats your face.
>She goes slack and collapses on top of you, your member still half enclosed in her mouth.
>You thrust forward one last time and feel the sweet release of an orgasm.
>You finish, spraying ropes of cum that coat her throat and paint it pearly white.
>You go limp, your arms still suspended by the handcuffs.
>The two of you lie there, basking in the moolight.
>It feels like hours before Octavia stirrs and climbs off your bound form.
>"So, can we do something about these handcuffs?"
>She smiles at you, and unlocks the cuffs.
>You stretch out your arms and relax in the bed.
>Octavia climbs in next to you, and the two of you sleep next to one another, preparing for the new day ahead.
~Fin

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>Be Anon
>Enrolled in Canterlot High
>It's 1:30 AM
>You're doing what every teenage male does at 1:30 AM
>Besides watching Netflix or jerking it
>Doing donuts in a parking lot in your friend's car 
>Drunk
>But hey, being drunk makes it a challenge
>Flash was still at the house party
>He was super busy being passed out so you took his car keys 
>Good m8s don't let m8s drive drunk
>Instead, they steal the car
>Turns out the car was occupied
>Your other m8s were in there
>Dash and Norman
>Blaze'n away
>Listening to 'Crazy'
http://vimeo.com/m/31445802
Hey! Anon!
>Damn It. 
>Dis bish just interrupted your inner monologue
>Are you just gonna take that?
>Well, you are beta as fuck
>So
>Yeah, you will
>What's up?
"Me and Norman want Cheetos and Slim jims"
>A'ight Dash. Where am I going to get Cheetos and Slim jims in the middle of the night?
"Go to 7-11, fag."
>You sigh. 
>Fanks, Dashie.
>You hit the brakes
>You've practiced enough driving in circles for tonight
>Your head goes forward and hits the dashboard
>You just got pimp slapped by physics
>It's okay.
>You can go on a talk show and speak about abuse and then get back toghether with physics anyway
>Hue
>Everything is going dark. . .
>Ya know, concussions n'shit

>Well, the last time you passed out near Dash and Norman, you woke up with dicks drawn on your face in Sharpie.
>Is that a bright light at the end of a dark tunnel?
"Anonnnn. Come into the light."
>Shit, are you dead?
>No, wait. That's Dash's voice.
>Unless Dash is Jesus, then you are alive.
>Dash as Jesus. 
>nope.avi.exe.jar
>And on the third day she rose again, and said, "Fuck off. I need more sleep." in accordance with the scriptures.
>You're in a hospital bed.
>Your head hurts.
>Alot.
>You reach up and touch the gauze wrapped around most of your skull.
>Then you notice Dash standing next to you.
>Shining her phone in your eyes.
"How ya doin buddy?"
>"Not bad for a guy who got concussed from hitting a dashboard."
>She grins.
"I'm suprised you got KO'd so easily. I could have sworn Shining Armor hit you harder when you tried to let Twilight down easy."
>You cringe at the memory.The movement makes your head throb a little.
>"I generally try not to remember that, Dash. How long was I out?"
>She shrugs.
"Me and Norman dropped you off earlier this morning after we got our food."
>"How long was I out?"
"Couple of hours."
>Maybe you should ask why she waited so long to drop you off at the hospital.
>Nah, just be glad that you ended up in a hospital, and not in New Mexico, wearing nothing but your boxers and a dress shirt in the middle of the desert.

>"Where is everybody?"
"Flutters and Pinkie left a couple of minutes ago with Twilight and AJ. Rarity came in with them, but she left early."
>You see Rarity weeping over your broken body, declaring her undying love for you while her friends comfort her, trying to assure her that her injured love would survive.
>If only.
"Anyway, I was about to leave when I wanted to see if I could wake you up."
>Norman sticks his head into the room.
"Dash? You ready to go?"
"Almost."
>She turns back to you.
"By the way, Anon, Twilight left a bunch of books for you to read. I said that you would have a bad enough headache without reading."
>She pauses for a moment.
"She still likes you. Twilight, I mean."
>You sigh.
>"I know."
>She begins to walk out of the room.
>"Hey Dash? Why did you not draw on my face this time?"
"There were issues."
>"What issues?"
>She grins.
"7-11 doesn't have Sharpies. Have a good one, Anon."

>Dash walks out of the room, pulling Norman along.
"He's my friend too! Why can't I say hi to him?"
"Because shut up."
>You hear them walking along the corridor until their steps eventually fade away.
>Well, you're stuck in a bland as hell hospital room for a while. 
>Dash left you Slim Jims. 
>What a wonderful, upstanding, moral induvidual.
>Might as well look at the books that Twi left you.
>Game of Thrones, Clash of Kings, Storm of Swords and Feast for Crows.
>This'll keep you busy.
>Several hours pass.
>The doctor walks in.
"Hey there, Anon. Just poking my head in to check up on you.
>"I'm doing pretty good, all things considered."
"That's great! Since your condition is less serious than some of the others we are treating, your new nurse will be an intern. Is that alright?"
>"Sure, sounds good to me."
>He visibly relaxes.
"Thanks for being so agreeable. I think that. . . "
>He trails off and checks his clipboard.
>"Doc?"
"Sorry, I was checking something. According to this, she goes to school with you."
>"Really? Who is she?"
"Do you know Octavia?"

>You've sat in this fucking hospital for a week.
>You hate this hospital.
>It's blander and whiter than Vanilla Ice.
>Actually, he was https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nzY2Qcu5i2A
>At the very least, she makes this interesting.
>Octavia.
>Your ex-girlfriend is your nurse.
>She apparently got the job because of some internship program.
>Christ, why did you date her?
>Oh yeah.
>Dat voice.
>She talks with the smallest hint of an English accent that becomes more noticiable when she gets mad.
>Or turned on.
>Fanks, brain.
>So classy.
>Much doge.
>Many Shibe.
>Very ebin maymay.
>Not to mention dem curves.
>Most of your conversations go like normal conversations between exes.
>Well, conversations is generous.
>You verbally unload magazine after magazine of bullets into your foot while she ignores you.
>"How are the chello recitals doing?"
"Fine."
>"How are you doing today?"
"Fine."
>You're a teenage guy.
>Aren't you supposed to be the cold, distant, 3edgy5others one?
>Does dis bish even stereotype?
>Fugg it.

>Twilight vists you everyday and drops off your work from school.
>She also summarizes it for you.
"And that's why Lennie, from of Mice and Men, represents
the loss of innocence in our modern society."
>You nod slowly, having finally perfected your drawing of a kingly pirate and a stuttering ninja engaged in a semi-homoerotic position.
>Perfect.
>You sit there for a moment before noticing Twilight staring at you.
>She blushes, deep and red.
>You grin and she seems to find her voice.
"Anon, I-I know we were in a-a relationship and that ended badly, but I was wondering if you wanted to try again?
>The word spill out of her mouth rapidly and are almost incomprehensible.
>You get out of your hospital bed and hug her tight.
>She holds on tight, but you seperate yourself from her and hold her at arm's length.
>"You're a great girl, Twilight, but we tried and it failed. I like you, but as a friend."
>She drops her head in disappointment.
>You push her chin up so that you can look into her eyes.
>Twilight immediatly puts her hands behind your head and pulls forward.
>She locks lips with you, her tongue tentaviely exploring the inside of your mouth.
>Your tongue immediatly begins to struggle with hers, vying for dominance, and her's falters, giving you the upper hand.
>You press on, tasting the inside or her mouth.
>Finally, the connection breaks and the two of you sit there and stare into each other's eyes.
>Twilight has a glazed look on her face, obviously too caught up in the moment to care about anything else.
>Eventually, clarity returns to her eyes and she scrabbles at your hosiptal gown in a frenzy, trying to remove the barrier between her and your manhood, but you stop her.

>"Twilight, we're friends and I'm not willing to risk that again. I'm sorry."
>She looks crestfallen and turns toward the door, bumping into Octavia.
>Bumping into Octavia.
>into Octavia.
>Octavia.
>Oh shit.
>Did you learn nothing from video games?
>If you had, you would have remembered that there's a time and place for everything, but not now.


>Sheeeet.
>This could get ugly, fast.
>Like, Sarah Jessica Parker ugly.
>And faster than Flash.
>But you're not talking about run speed.
>Hue.
>Seriously though, he does not last long.
>Now, now, brain. You need to focus.
>Twilight blushes deeply and dashes past Octavia.
>Awkward silence fer days.
>silence intensifies.jpg
>You both sit there for a moment, struggling for some sort of response.
>Finally, you find your stones and think up your best alpha reply.
>"Admit it Octavia, you've probably caught me doing worse."
>Perfect.
>She smirks cynically.
"I agree, this is not nearly as bad as the prom accident. At least nobody's hurt this time."
>"Come on Tavi, it was just Flash. It's not like he was using those brain cells. Besides, we got Spitfire and Celestia drunk, and that's what really matters."

>She cringes slightly.
"Anon, we've been over this, please don't call me that."
>le ebin trole mode activate.
>"Relax, Tavi, we're friends, aren't we?"
"Anon, don't call me that."
>"Tavi, you really need to lighten up. I'd tell you to let your hair down, but, ya know."
"Anon."
>"Come on, Tavi. . ."
>SLAP!
>You see stars and the left side of your face starts to sting.
>Ow.
>You raise your hand to your face.
>"Christ, Tavi, you've got some spunk for a lady."
>SMACK!
>Both sides of your face are burning.
"And you're awfully stubborn for a gentleman."
>"Okay, Octavia, I'll stop. No more cute nicknames. Speaking of which, you don't look half bad, m'lady."
>She blushes, avoiding your gaze.
>Curse of an artist, you suppose. >They just don't know how to deal with compilments.
>She mumbles something about her other patients and leaves.
>That was interesting.
>You turned down a girl that would follow your D off a cliff and talked with an Ex.
>Well, talked is kind of understating it.
>Your thoughts turn to Octavia.
>Tavi.
>Damn, that girl.
>She's classy, intelligent, talented, the whole package.

>Why did you break up with her?
>When you did date, well, you and Tavi argued quite a bit.
>Still, the make up sex was amazing.
>Maybe it's the nurse outfit, but damn, getting back together with her seems like a great idea right about now.
>Oh well, there'll be time later.
>You drift off to sleep, watching the bland room slowly fade away.
>You feel somebody tapping your head, rousing you from your slumber.
>You attempt to move your hand to rub the drowsiness out of your eyes, but your hands are strapped to the hospital bed, as well as your ankles.
>You hope to god that you're not about to be raped by a male doctor.
>You try to cry out, but the gag in your mouth halts your voice.
>"Mmmph!!?"
"Anon, I told you not to call me Tavi."
>The moonlight trickling into the room bathes her naked form.

>Octavia stands over your bound form, naked except for a pair of black panties.
>Dis gon b güd.
>So, taunting activates her inner dominatrix.
>At least, that's where you hope this is going.
>If not, then you're going to be murdered by a hot celloist.
>There are worse ways to go.
>Like being hit by a Smart Car.
>Seriously, that's like being run over by a go-kart. 
>It's just fucking sad.
>ADD, we talked about this. No rambling on for too long. Focus on the hot chick with a dom kink.

>Octavia sildes her knees downward, pinning your upper body with her lower body.
>You feel a warmth in the center of your chest.
>You watch in awe as she reveals her slit, sopping wet and ready.
"Put that silver tongue of yours to good use, Anon."
>Octavia leans forward and removes your gag.
>She rotates, placing her slit above your face.
>She pushes down the covers of your bed and moves away the thin fabric of your hospital gown, revealing your member.
>Your member stands tall and at the ready.
"Anon, we're going to play a game. Whoever finishes first loses."
>Octavia lowers her butt, bringing her pinkish slit inches from your face.

>Drops of her wetness slowly drip down onto your face and into your open mouth, as you prepare to taste her.
>You raise your head up, tongue out, and slowly drag it across her slit, beginning at her clit and work your way down.
>A small moan escapes her lips before Octavia begins work on your member.
>Her lithe hand wraps around the head, rubbing it slowly.
>Precum flows like a river, lubing up her hand.
>Octavia rubs her hand up and down your length, slickening your member.
>Using the newfound slickness, she pumps her hand harder and harder.
>You grimace slightly, as her hand begins to tighten like a vise as she pumps.

"Well, this isn't getting any where fast."
>Your tongue snakes in and out of her slit, feeling its way through her velvety depths.
>You probe your way deeper and deeper, attempting to find her trigger.
>Octavia gasps and briefly shudders with arousal.
>Almost pushed over the brink, she opens her mouth and shoves your member in as far as it can go.
>You throw your head back, surprised by the heavenly wet vacuum that now surrounds your manhood.
>You buck your hips forward, ramming your cock down her throat as far as you can.
>Octavia's eyes bug out of her head.
>She begins to pump her head down your length as fast as she can.

>As you continue to slurp away, you feel her erratic attempt at head beginning to succeed.
>A strange feeling starts to build at the base of your cock, and you struggle to find a quick way to win her game.
>You cease for a moment and search for something, anything, to beat her game.
>I spy with my little eye, a clit.
>Octavia takes your entire length in her mouth and drags slowly upward, inhaling as she goes, creating a wonderful euphoric feeling of suction.
>You cross the point of no return and lunge forward grabbing her clit with your teeth.
>Octavia screams, and her essence coats your face.
>She goes slack and collapses on top of you, your member still half enclosed in her mouth.
>You thrust forward one last time and feel the sweet release of an orgasm.

>You finish, spraying ropes of cum that coat her throat and paint it pearly white.
>You go limp, your arms still suspended by the handcuffs.
>The two of you lie there, basking in the moolight.
>It feels like hours before Octavia stirrs and climbs off your bound form.
>"So, can we do something about these handcuffs?"
>She smiles at you, and unlocks the cuffs.
>You stretch out your arms and relax in the bed.
>Octavia climbs in next to you, and the two of you sleep next to one another, preparing for the new day ahead.
~Fin

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