Bridges

Bridges

The Sixth Bridge

Vinyl woke up.

She felt... safe. Warm and safe, tucked in a blanket, soft, caring hooves holding her. She nuzzled into the grey fur. Mmm, Octavia... Her eyes shot wide open. Octavia. What was she doing here?

Vinyl looked at the grey mare, who was snoozing peacefully, holding her in her hooves protectively, shielding her from all the adversity in the world. We didn't- Of course, they didn't. Memory came back: no, there had been no sex, just gentle, soothing embraces, tiny pecks... She'd had a huge panic attack, and Octavia had not used it to her advantage. Octavia hadn't made a slightest move on her. Test passed. A-plus. She really did care for her. She really could wait for her, till she, Vinyl, was ready. And, maybe... maybe she, Vinyl, would be ready.

Vinyl leaned in, shifting a little closer to the sleeping mare, and planted a soft, warm kiss on her lips. Her heart fluttered to her throat, and her eyes felt stingy. It felt so... so amazing, just kissing this mare. Her sleeping beauty.

Octavia opened her eyes, waking up to the feeling of her lips being kissed by a beautiful, sexy unicorn mare. Vinyl. Her eyes shot wide, the last remnants of sleep leaving her mind. Vinyl was kissing her. On her own. Just kissing her, not on demand or anything of the kind. Octavia wanted to cry from happiness. She'd spent the night soothing Vinyl, deathly afraid of the white mare doing something to harm herself... She'd had such a terrible panic attack - she practically couldn't breathe normally! She knew better than to ask, but... eventually... if Vinyl was truly opening up... Mmm, her lips are so soft... she'd tell her.

"Good morning, beautiful," Vinyl greeted the cellist, breaking the kiss slowly.

Octavia touched her lips with a smile. "You... kissed me."

"Did you like it?" Vinyl asked, not dropping her own smile.

"I did." Yes yes yes yes yes! She kissed- She did it! Vinyl's achievement was her achievement. "You..." Don't push it, Octavia. "You can do it again. If you want to." Octavia held her breath, closing her eyes.

Vinyl's hot breath fell on the cellist's lips. A tease, a wonderful, delicious-lipped tease! Slowly, painfully slowly, Vinyl brought her lips to Octavia's, opening her mouth just a little. Octavia just lay there, panting, excitement slowly growing into arousal. Come on... Come on! Vinyl enveloped the cellist's top lip, sucking on it greedily as she let her hooves grab Octavia's head, pressing the wonderful mare closer. She let her tongue inside the cellist's mouth, dancing with Octavia's tongue the dance of mild, sweet passion. Octavia moaned into the kiss.

Vinyl broke the kiss, wiping off her mouth theatrically. The play. The act. The judges. The filly. No. No... Not thinking about it now. If she needed to hit herself to get rid of the thoughts, then so be it: Octavia would understand.

"Vinyl..." Octavia panted. "That... That... That was divine..." Oh my gosh, am I getting... wet? Octavia blushed fiercely, crossing her hind legs.

Vinyl grinned a little. Thoughts weren't assaulting her. Octavia was staving them off - she had to! It was her, it was her, the new face, the new air, the fresh breeze, the vernal longing, yes, thoughts could, would maybe wouldn't no would come back but Octavia was here to help her she would be there she loved her oh yes she did she had to be with her. Octavia. "So..." Vinyl sniffed the air dramatically. "I take it you're pretty excited, huh?" She winked.

Octavia huffed, a blush still covering her cheeks. "You can't imagine how much," she admitted in a whisper.

"Then..." Vinyl shifted even closer, her hoof running up and down Octavia's back. "I think..." She kissed the cellist on the neck. "I won't tease you any longer..." Yes... Octavia purred, closing her eyes. Yes... It... It was finally happening!

Suddenly, the wonderful pressure was raised from the grey mare. Huh? Octavia opened her eyes, only to see Vinyl get up from the bed and stretch her legs.

The white mare winked. "I won't tease you any longer and make breakfast instead!" With that, she trotted off to the kitchen, laughing to herself.

Octavia sighed in content. Vinyl's laughter was a wonderful, divine sound. You should laugh more, Vinyl... The cellist smiled. Suddenly, a thought hit her. "Vinyl! Return here this instant and finish what you've started!"

Vinyl's laughter was the only reply she got.

***

"So... How was the shower?"

Vinyl sipped on her coffee, a smile on her face. She should smile more, Octavia observed. The shower... The cellist flushed. "It was... nice." Because I was rubbing myself while thinking of you. Doing your job, by the way. So to speak.

"So... You weren't doing anything naughty in the shower..." Vinyl grinned, placing the cup down. "Were you?" Octavia's face was a dark pink. Vinyl licked her lips. "Without me?"

Octavia averted her eyes. "You... You can always join, you know."

Vinyl nodded. "Yes. Yes I can. All in due time, my dear Octavia." All in good time. But... She did want it too. She wanted to ravage this mare, have her, dominate her, own her... Like the filly. No. Like... Like her mare. Like a marefriend. Octavia.

Octavia scrunched her face a little. "I wish you didn't call me that." A pained look crossed Vinyl's eyes. "No, it's not connected to some bad event in my life. I'm not offended. I just..." The cellist offered the mare a weak smile. "I wish you'd call me something sweet. Like 'Tavi'. Or... 'Octy'. Something like this."

Vinyl smiled. "You got it, Tavi." And when you're all naughty, I'll be calling you 'Octy'.

"So..." Octavia sipped on her tea. "What would you like me to call you?"

Vinyl shrugged. "Just call me by the name. Or, my sexy mare works fine too." Octavia blushed. "Or, 'Mistress', if you're feeling kinky." Careful, Vinyl. You're crossing the line. See the quill? No, not crossing: just standing on the edge. Where both the bottomless pit and the centre look equally close and distant.

Octavia sipped on her tea, trying to conceal her blush. Why was she blushing so much in the presence of this wonderful mare? Mistress... That has a certain ring to it... Gah! She wasn't even into... Was she? "Vinyl, isn't there something you want to tell me?" Careful, Octavia. Real careful. Easy steps. No TNT. No blowing up.

Vinyl sighed. "No." She downed the coffee. "And I know what you mean." Of course you do, Vinyl. Of course you do. Shut up. That's growing old. Shut up shut up shut up! Trying something new, something new to battle the thoughts... But then it becomes old, and... Argh! "Just... Not now, okay? Not yet."

Octavia nodded. "Okay." Not yet.

The morning was already growing into a fine, beautiful day, with the sun trickling its rays into the kitchen, tossing its pure, shiny light upon the drawers, dancing on the table, peeking into the mares' mugs. Fresh, chilly wind entered the flat through the open window, swishing all about. Octavia shivered; but, with Vinyl, she felt warm. Vinyl lit up a cigarette, her gaze directed at the wall. Are there any Vinyls in the audience tonight? Get them up against the wall! 'Gainst! The! Wall! "We were just fillies." Vinyl winced. "Both of us. I... I was older. I didn't-" You did. "Argh! Sorry, Octavia, I can't! I really, really can't." The DJ turned to the cellist, her eyes pained and teary. "Even if I try, those thoughts- ah, you wouldn't understand!"

Octavia leaned in and hugged the mare tight. "I understand, Vinyl." I understand only too well. "The thoughts you can't stop, command your utmost attention, control you, don't let you go, make you stare, and stare, and think, and move... like a drone." Vinyl blinked in severe astonishment. She had thought such thoughts were unique to her... Or not. Still, she hadn't thought she'd meet a pony like her. "Vinyl, I think we do have some things in common." Octavia grinned slyly, if only to divert her marefriend from thoughts. "Oh, for one, I'm so into kinky sex. ...Mistress." The cellist wiggled her brow.

Vinyl smiled. "Don't you have practice to attend?" She couldn't help but nibble on the wonderful grey ear. "My little cellist~"

Octavia purred, burying her muzzle in Vinyl's soft, comfortable fur. "No practice today. Today is our day."

***

Cast:

Vinyl Scratch, a DJ and a rapist

Octavia Philarmonica, her marefriend

Street vendors

Judge #1

Judge #2

The prosecutor

Policeponies

The bus driver

Passengers

The filly

(A busy Manehattan street, corner of the Sixth and Leeway Str, 4 pm. The snow is covering the street with slowly rotating flakes. Ponies are rushing to and fro. Street vendors are chanting out for their goods. Lazy policeponies stroll up and down, arguing with the vendours on weather and prices. Vinyl Scratch and Octavia Philarmonica make their way to the bus stop.)

Octavia Philarmonica:

Come on, Vinyl! We'll miss the bus!

Vinyl Scratch:

I'm coming!

Octavia Philarmonica (laughing):

That's what you said last night!

The vendor:

Buy some apples!

(Vinyl Scratch and Octavia Philarmonica get on the bus, paying for their tickets. Passengers are occupying half of the bus. Some empty seats still remain. Foals are crying. Their parents are soothing them and hitting them.)

The driver:

Here you go, ladies! Ready for your honeymoon trip?

Octavia Philarmonica and Vinyl Scratch (in unison):

You bet!

The old mare:

You two filly-foolers! Git!

The prosecutor (shoots the old mare):

Death penalty!

Judge #2:

Calm down.

The mother (hitting her foal):

No toy for you! No!

The foal (crying):

Baa! Baawhaaha!! Ahioohhooooo!!!

The policepony:

Halt! It is forbidden to beat up children!

Judge #1:

Overruled!

The prosecutor (shoots the policepony):

Death penalty!

The filly:

Vinyl?

Octavia Philarmonica (confused):

Who is this, Vinyl?

Vinyl Scratch (sweating):

Nopony!

The posecutor (shoots the filly):

Death penalty!

Judge #2:

Calm down!

The prosecutor (shoots Judge #2):

Death penalty!

The bus driver:

Rapist!

The prosecutor (shoots the bus driver):

Death penalty!

The passengers (in unison):

Rapist! Rapist! Rapist!

Octavia Philarmonica (scared):

Vinyl?

Vinyl Scratch (shoots the passengers one by one):

Death penalty! Death penalty! Death penalty!

The prosecutor (shoots Vinyl Scratch):

Death penalty!

Octavia Philarmonica (holds Vinyl Scratch in her hooves, striking a dramatic pause):

Vinyl! Noooo!

Judge #1 and The prosecutor take their bows.

The curtain falls.

***

"So... What kind of music do you like?"

Octavia rubbed her hoof against Vinyl's chest, lying in her mare's embrace in content. She was so happy, just lying there with her marefriend... whom she hadn't asked out officially - yet - but still...

Vinyl blinked, suppressing a yawn. "Octy, we have just had our first sex, which has turned out to be the kinkiest sex I've ever had." She tapped her hoof against the cellist's chest. "Some five minutes ago, you were biting my clit because you were pleasuring your mistress. You were a sex machine. You drained me, Octy. I'm spent. And now you're asking me about music?"

Octavia smiled. "Yes."

Vinyl groaned. "Taaavi, I'm tired. Lemme just lick you a little and go to sleep," she mumbled.

Octavia shook her head.

"I'll lick you twice?"

Octavia shook her head again. Reluctantly.

Vinyl sighed. "All right."

Octavia smiled, ready to listen. She was somewhat glad that Vinyl was ready to open up about something - anything at all, be it as simple as music talk. Shop talk. Dingling of the bells. Though, she wouldn't mind some more sex.

"I'm a DJ," Vinyl began. Seeing a frown on the cellist's face, she added, "I know you classy musicians don't like such music, usually, but that's who I am. I spin disks and write techno. And house. And dubstep. And-"

"I get it, Vinyl." Octavia rubbed her mare's hoof with a smile. "I... I admit that I've never really listened to such music, so I can't judge." Maybe... I should try? For Vinyl. After all, music could heal a soul, right? The only proof for the existence of the Divine. The only proof needed. Like Romeo and Juliet, only on a greater scale. Jove nineteen forty-five. "Can you... perform for me?" Octavia asked. "Please?"

No. No no no no. No touchy. Super fragile. Like glass. See the profile? No, Octavia, no, touchy touchy subject. No play for you. Make Jack a dull colt, see if I care. But I do care, I do so fucking care about you! About you. Slow, slow breaths. Good. "I... I'll try."

Vinyl got up, staggering a little, prompting Octavia to regret her plea. What if it was another of Vinyl's painful quirks? What if playing the... whatever DJs played was bringing pain to her? What if she, Octavia, was pushing her mare into an abyss? And then she pushed them, and then they flew. They didn't fly, for fuck's sake! They fell, you idiots. That's the point of high poetry. Or whatever.

Octavia followed Vinyl into the music room. There wasn't much: a computer, two screens, a sound system, the turntables, a piano, a few keyboards, six guitars: Coltsons, Fendmares, Ibaneighz. Vinyl plugged in the headphones, freezing before the turntables. So familiar. So distant. Why can't she play them? Why can't she spin? You know, Vinyl. No, it's not even the filly... Why that? You know, Vinyl. Call it. Chicky-ticky-tonk. Call it. Softly. Gently. Call the fucker by his name. Say the name, Vinyl. Say the name. Say the name!

Octavia winced. Here, the mare she loves. Here, in turmoil. The helicopter taking her away. The words and what they mean, etched with our hooves in the aeons of wet cement. No. No, she won't let it overcome her!

Vinyl blinked as the cellist took a record and placed it carefully on the turntables. Intruder! Maximum alert! But what if it's domestic intrudery, the intrudership, intruderising for the sake of all that's good and holy? What if it helps? What if she helps?

Vinyl started the record. Octavia had chosen wisely. Good choice, Octavia! Here, have a cookie from the biscuit jar! Smooth progressive trance. Yes... Yes... Yes... Vinyl's hooves made their way to the record and the crossfader, respectively.

Octavia watched in awe as her mare worked the turntables, eyes closed in oblivious, knowing bliss, her hooves tugging at the strange knobs and buttons, scratching the record - tee-hee! - her flank going right and left and up goes her royal highness and down goes her royal highness and her lips her tongue licking those lips even though the music was horrible it was delicious devilishly sexy and the music is going faster no of course thats just the tempo its the same but the drums four four takakakaka takatakakaka tan tan tan tam taka taka tam trrrrrrrrrrrrr - DROP IT! - and back to the sheerly wonderful and divine, awkward awfulness of the holy, sacred music.

The music ended. Vinyl stood there, panting. She... She did it. She'd overcome. Thoughts? Thoughts? Where were the thoughts? Where were those minions rulers whatever without them she was free she could be free but strange? it felt  strange without them no no thoughts even that mere thoughts was bad different is it the same Octavia Octavia Octavia. Direct. Target acquired. Peaceful atom. Octavia. "So... How was it?"

Octavia smiled sheepishly. "The music was awful," she admitted honestly. Honesty is a virtue, Octavia: but why aren't you sugarcoating it? "But the performance was amazing," she added just as honestly, to Vinyl's mild delight. "Maybe I'm biased." She inched closer to her DJ, shifting slightly. "Because it's my favourite musician performing." Yes, Octavia. Why do you lie? Why would you lie? Why would you betray your soul? Only the meek follow. "No wonder I loved my little DJ's performance~" Careful with the names! Check. All right. Check. Check. Check please. The bill, gimme the bill of rights without rights? Too early? No!

Suddenly, Octavia pressed her lips against Vinyl's cutie mark, a realisation dawning upon her. Remembrance. The membrane. Flying through hip hip hip and hip and I SAID HIP! and hoorrrrrrrrrrrrayy! Double! Gimme a double!

Vinyl blushed slightly. "Um, Tavi? We... We just-"

"I promised to myself," Octavia explained with a smile, "that, if I ever like a DJ's performance, I'll kiss his flank." She swished her tail against Vinyl's flank. "Or her."

Vinyl blinked, repeating dumbly, as a grin made its way to her face, "Or her." Oh ho ho...

Octavia smiled slyly. "I'm spending the night with you."

Usu- Ah, to hell with it. That wasn't possessiveness. Or it was. Who cares? Here was the mare who loved her, the mare she... lo- lo- the mare. The mare she loved. There.

"Yes," Vinyl smiled back, taking some initiative. "You're spending the night with me."

***

Act I

Scene One

Cast:

Vinyl Scratch, thirteen years old

The filly, nine years old

(The filly's room. A large bed in the corner of the room is leaning against the wall. The door is locked. The windows are shut. The actors are lying on the bed, on top of a thick blanket.)

The filly (anxious):

Vinyl? Are you sure?

Vinyl Scratch (confident):

Of course! That's what adults do.

The filly (unsure):

I hear that it hurts.

Vinyl Scratch (shrugging):

But it feels so good.

The filly (scared):

Are you sure, Vinyl? Do we have to do it?

Vinyl Scratch (frowning):

Do you love me?

The filly:

Y-yes. Do you?

Vinyl Scratch (lies):

Yes.

(Vinyl Scratch lowers the filly's body and presses her horn against her inner folds. She inserts the horn roughly and starts fast, rocky motions. The filly begins to cry.)

The filly:

Vinyl! Stop!

Vinyl Scratch (masturbating):

No way! It's. Ssso. Good!

The filly (crying):

Vinyl! It hurts!

(Vinyl Scratch keeps on with her movements until she is satisfied. Quickly recovering from her orgasm, she pats the filly on the shoulder. The filly can barely breathe, cowering in fear and pain.)

Vinyl Scratch (smiling):

See? Told you it'd be good.

Vinyl Scratch wipes off the filly's blood of her horn and takes a bow.

The curtain falls.