When you're a pony as good at her job as Octavia Melody-Scratch, the hard stuff is the easiest. Where to move your fretting hoof, how to work the detuners* with your two back hooves, and the patterns to be used by your bowing hoof all become largely muscle-memory, and you can actually relax and let your mind wander somewhat as your body does the work. I'm not quite there yet, but I'm not Octavia. Octavia can play while thinking about other stuff.
Tonight, Octavia was thinking about what she would be doing with her wife later. As she pictured some of the many uses of her tongue, her playing started to speed up noticeably. The orchestra backing her struggled to keep up as her bowing leg jagged increasingly violently. The conductor shot her a panicked look, and suddenly Octavia realized she was in a concert hall, not a bedroom, and blushed as she slowed the pace back down to a more moderate tempo. Fortunately, only a few of the more observant ponies in the audience noticed, and when the concerto was over, everypony clopped loudly in applause.
"Three more songs," Vinyl thought. "Three more songs until I can finally go home to my wife". She hated to just call in performances--her career was built on the raw energy she brought to the turn tables after all--but tonight--err, this morning--she just wanted to get home. It was a special day after all. It was their fourth anniversary.
But she was not at home with Octavia. She was instead trapped at one of those all-night raves the Rockodile Dance Hall was (in)famous for. When she had gotten the gig offer, at first she had been reluctant to take it, but Octavia insisted she didn't mind. "Go on honey, you should do it. It's your passion. I'll be waiting for you when you get home, and then..." she had said with a rare wink.
"Still," mused Vinyl as she packed up her equipment after her set had finally finished, "I still feel guilty. Is my music more important than my love?" Her contemplation was cut short by a hoof on her shoulder. She turned to see Noteworthy smiling at her. He was the co-headliner, and had the final set from three to five in the morning.
"Hey," she said wearily, "what's up dude?"
"What's up? Filly, you rocked that place! I don't think I can top that!"
"Heh, Noteworthy, you're too kind. I just wanna go home."
"Yeah listen, about that. I know normally you stay to the end and we do a few songs together, but I wanna get you outta here. As you said, you should be home right now."
"Ahhh, thanks dude, that's nice and all, but I can't do that. Our fans love it when we do the encore together. I can't disappoint them; they're the bedrock of my success."
"Yeah, but you're disappointing your biggest fan of all," he said quietly.
Vinyl scrunched her face up in dilemma, but then saw Noteworthy smile.
"Hey listen," he said, "I got an idea. I don't know why we didn't think of this before. Come to the front of the stage with me."
"Uhh, okay. What evs."
They stood in front of Noteworthy's partially-assembled mixing board, and he turned down the house music and tapped on the microphone. "Hey hey everypon-ay, I've got a special announcement to make." Chatter died and heads turned as he continued speaking. "I know you are all looking forward to DJ-P0N3 and I mixing together at the end, BUT, this silly filly actually has somewhere to go right now!"
"Boooooo!" several ponies in the crowd shouted.
"Nah guys, don't boo. She has somepony to see; It's her fourth anniversary night!" There was a murmur of approval from the audience.
"So," he finished, "if you want her to go home and get some, make some noise!" The club erupted in applause, clopping loudly, as her normally white cheeks reddened considerably.
She gave him a dirty look, then quickly took the mic.
"Heh, well yeah, I gotta go everypony. Uh, so long!"
She stepped away and stepped on Noteworthy's hoof.
"Ow! What was that for? I'm doing you a favor!"
"You're an ass for talking about my sex life. You know how I am about that. And uh, technically this would be our anniversary morning, on account of it being--" she looked at her watch "--3:11 a.m. Our anniversary night isn't for another like fifteen hours. But hey, thanks anyway." She nuzzled him, then turned to gather up her stuff to put in her cart. Five minutes later, she was gone.
A rhythmic "Tippity tap tap tap" woke Octavia from her nap. She blinked her eyes open, and rose off of the couch to see what the message was. That was one nice thing about keeping a crappy apartment: they could afford stuff like a telegraph line directly to their place.
"gig done home soon heart vinyl STOP" the telegram read. "Perfunctory, but to the point," thought Octavia as she went to pour herself some more wine. Her own concert had finished hours ago, and upon her arrival at their loft she had promptly passed out on their couch after a glass or two of alcohol. Now she was awake again. As for her wife, she knew Vinyl would take the trolley home, but that only ran every thirty minutes at this hour, so she might be a while. "That's okay", thought Octavia as she placed a Marvin Strayt record on the turn table. "I can wait." She went ahead and lit some candles, tossed some flowers from the ice box into a vase, and dimmed the lights. If she was going to be a romantic, she might as well go all the way.
Haggard and tired, Vinyl trotted up the final flight of stairs (having deposited her equipment cart in a shed on the ground floor), and into the apartment. The front door was luckily unlocked--"Octavia must be waiting for me," she thought. This was proven to be true; after closing the door behind her, the unicorn was immediately assaulted by a cannonball of grey fur.
"Woah! Hey love! You're awful glad to see me!"
Octavia, who was hugging and nuzzling her vigorously, replied "Of course I am, I've been waiting for you for hours. Come, join me on the couch. Come on come on come on!"
"Okay okay!" The two cantered over to the sofa and sat upon it.
Vinyl relaxed her muscles and sank into the luxurious pillows. "Ahhhhhhhh. I'm sooo glad to finally be home. Happy fourth!"
Octavia grinned. "Happy fourth to you too." She raised her glass she held on her pastern: "To four great years and many more!"
Vinyl smiled weakly, but made no effort to grab the wine glass her wife had prepared for her. Instead she simply lifted it with her telekinesis and clinked it against Tavi's. "To many more."
Octavia laughed and chugged down her entire glass of vino. "So hon," she said, suddenly sporting bedroom eyes, "Did you notice the wonderful ambiance I put up?"
"Yaaaaawwwwn. Yes I did notice. It's very nice. You definitely get style points."
Octavia raised her eyebrows and lowered her voice to a sultry snarl. "Is there anything else I get, sweetie?"
"Uhhh," Vinyl said while blushing, "you get to, um, cuddle with me."
Octavia wrapped herself around her partner like a spider and pushed them both deeper into the cushions.
"It's our anniversary. I want to fuck. I want to roll off this couch, and make sweet, passionate love to you on the floor of our studio apartment."
Vinyl tried halfheartedly to get away from her advances. "Hooonnnn, I just want to go to sleep. I'm tired. And you're drunk."
Octavia ignored the mare's protests and started to reach her hoof towards Vinyl's nether regions. "So what if I am? You want me, don't you?"
Vinyl pushed her away. "Octavia, stop. Not tonight. Tomorrow, I promise. But not right now. Stop," she said firmly.
Octavia blinked, then backed away to the far end of the couch. "You don't want to, you know, do the thing?"
"No hon, I don't want 'do the thing' right now. I'm very happy to see you but I'm not in the mood."
Octavia pouted. "But... it's our anniversary. And I've been waaaaiiting. Doesn't that count for anything?"
Vinyl looked conflicted. "Well, I mean, yeah it's our anniversary, but well it's... morning. Early morning. Our anniversary night is tomorrow. If I had a normal job that had normal hours, this wouldn't even be an issue. Can we do it tomorrow night? I'm just not feeling it this second. I love you very much of course, but no sex right now." She finished off with a kiss on Octavia's cheek.
The recipient of the kiss looked hurt. "But... but we haven't done anything in like five days because you've been busy, and I've been busy, and I could use a good fuck and, and oh, listen to me. I'm being manipulative aren't I? I did say I'd work on that, and well, here I am not working on it. Dear me."
Vinyl hugged Octavia. "I'm sorry Tavi. I get it. It's just...I just want to cuddle up in your legs and fall asleep. We can have sexy times in the morning, I promise. I-I'm sorry dear. You've probably been waiting patiently for me for like two or three or four hours, but I feel like I'm repeating myself and like I know you're probably really horny, and like, but I'm just tired right now, and and I-I-I... ugh! why did I sign up for this stupid gig? Now you're mad at me!" She huffed and stomped off to their tiny bedroom.
Octavia sighed and followed her. "Scratchy, noooo, I'm not mad. I'm... disappointed. But not in you or anything. Can we... where did you go?" she asked as she saw there was no Vinyl in the bedroom, save for some Al Yellow records (and those were vinyl records, not Vinyl Scratch.).
A voice came from the water closet. "I'm peeing and brushing my teeth and stuff."
"Oh well, can I come in?"
"When I'm done peeing you can."
The toilet flushed, and Vinyl and Octavia brushed their teeth together. They didn't say anything to each other, not because they were using the silent treatment, but because it's hard to talk while brushing your teeth. When she spat her toothpaste out, Octavia grumbled. "Really, I'm not mad at you."
They trotted to bed as Vinyl yawned. "No I know, I know. I'm sorry, I'm just cranky from the long night. I've been up for twenty hours straight you know."
"I know dear, you just want to sleep. I may not like it, but I understand." The two mares snuggled up tight together, as vinyl lifted a glass of water off the nightstand for a final drink.
"You do?" Vinyl asked hopefully, setting the glass down.
Octavia sighed. "Yes I do, love. But don't worry, I'll have my way with you in the morning."
"Oh I hope you do. Thank you Octi. I'm sorry, but I just want to" --she tried and failed to stifle a yawn-- "ugh, go to sleep. You dig?"
"Yes Vinyl, for the tenth time, I 'dig'. You're tired, I'm kinda drunk, and you know what? You know how much I love you?" She nuzzled her face up against Vinyl's. "Ask me how much I love you."
"mmmmmnnnnn," Vinyl replied, beginning to settle into slumber wrapped in her wife's legs. "How much honey?"
"I could totally rub one out, and I'm probably going to be wide awake for several hours, but I'm not going to get myself off right now, 'cause I wanna do it with you in the morning. Isn't that like totally awesome?"
"mmmnnnn... yeah. Totes awesome. 'Night Tavi," said the already half-asleep mare.
Octavia shifted to get more comfortable, and kissed her wife on the crest of her neck. "Heh, I love you Vinyl. Happy anniversary."
"zzzzzzzzzzzzzz"
While Vinyl was out like a brick, Octavia's sleep was quite fitful that night.
Author's Note
*to make up for our lack of hands, talons, claws, or other multi-digit appendages, many of our pony-made instruments have pitch altering pedals and levers much like those on a harp or a petal-steel guitar.
Vinyl awoke first. She always deejayed sober, so a hangover wasn't a problem. But she still needed to pee. She groaned and tried roll out of bed, but found grey limbs ensnaring her. And then their conversation from last night came back to her. She winced a little, wondering if she had been a killjoy for her wife. But a good night's rest had felt wonderful. She slowly squirmed out of the still sleeping Octavia's grip and headed for the water closet to relieve herself. A cursory glance at the clock showed it to be 11:47.
"Wow," she thought as she sat on the toilet, "We really slept in, didn't we?" One of the nice things about being a DJ and composer though, was that sleeping in was generally okay. She flushed the toilet, and after washing her hooves, wandered back to the bedroom where her lover was stirring.
"mmmphh grrrrmmm... Vinny, is'at'choo? ...rrrrrnnnn"
The mare in question climbed onto the bed, slipped back beneath the covers which she reset with her magic, and kissed her wife gently on the muzzle. "It is me."
Without warning, Octavia bolted forward and wrapped Vinyl in her forelegs, hugging her vigorously.
The recipient of the affection found her face scrunched up against Octavia's neck. "Goodness hon, you're awfully frisky for somepony who just woke up."
Octavia whispered sensuously into her lover's ear, with more than a hint of growling aggression. "You stiffed me last night Vinyl. I could hardly sleep. My thighs are wet. Now you leave me no choice. I'm going to make sweet passionate love to you."
"Please do," the mare in her embrace replied.
And then they fucked.
It was glorious.
Author's Note
~Super
