Prompt:
I want to put my face in Donk's donk to make Vinyl jealous and therefore win an argument with her.
 
Green:
>Be having an endless musical flavored debate with Vinyl.
>Be pretty fed up arguing with her wubbiness at this point.
>”Nah you’re wrong cause- oh.“
>So you took your head and inserted it into the nearby cello players donk.
>”O-oh my goodness, V-Vinyl what is he doing?”
“Hffurm susufmm” You say into your warm face prison.
>”He’s trying to win our fight.”
>”But what does this have to do with anything!?”
>”No no, he’s got a point.”
“Mfhummb”
>”What point is that!? Oh Celestia, he’s licking me.”
>”Rrrgh, he’s ‘implying’ that my butt isn’t worthy enough for him anymore.”
>Wiggling your head, you push further into Octavia to get a better angle of attack.
>”I-I don’t think that’s how arguments are- ohhhh~”
>”But it’s not gonna work Anon! I don’t care if you never touch my obviously better booty again! Wubstep is not a-“
>”Ooh yessss keep arguing Vinyl! You’re making him do some absolutely delightful things~”
>”I-it’s it’s own u-unique g-genre, and t-totally not-“
>”Hahhhh~ Oh, oh my, this is divine! You two need to argue more frequently!”
>Octavia seems to be getting into it now, pushing and rubbing back against you rhythmically.
>”Y-you’re j-just t-t-too stupid! to-to g-get it!”
>Your head is being pinned against a wall now, causing you to sink deeper into the cellists velvety confines.
>”Yes! Right there, rrrrrrrright- there!”
>”Okay! I give! You’re right!” Vinyl cries, pulling you free from Octavia’s rear into the cool air.
“I knew you’d see it my way.”
>”Yeah, yeah. Now get your face back over here where it belongs.”
>”But I thought- I was going to- oh dear, I’ve made quite a mess of myself.”