Octavia rested her most prized possession in its case and sighed with a smile. She loved having instrumentals at the end of the day. She could spend a few minutes leisurely putting away her beloved cello before heading home for the day.
“Oh, Melody…” She whispered to her amazing instrument. “I can’t wait until tomorrow night… We’ll be in the spotlight… I know, I know…It’s nothing but an old country club, but this is only our start!”
As Octavia started to polish her cello, she perked her ears up and started to eavesdrop on a brewing conversation. She felt scared for the colt who had to face him. Their orchestra teacher wasn’t exactly…nice to all ponies.
Blues stood before his displeased teacher. Ever since he was told to remain after the bell, he knew their chat wouldn’t be too pleasant. He anticipated harsh words and maybe even some yelling. Alas, he knew it was inevitable.
“Listen here, young colt; I will not have a player as yourself ruining what makes our orchestra one of the best for a high school standard!” He angrily stared at the student, who was taking all of the criticism the best he could. “If a ship is sinking, do you throw off the dead weight or let it sink with piles of unnecessary garbage on it?”
The young colt gulped. “You’d throw off dead weight, sir…”
“Right! And in this scenario, you’re the one sinking our ship! Trumpet is a very significant part to an orchestra, and you’re our only one! If you’re not responsible enough for the position, then drop the instrument. You can either play right or not play at all!”
“I…S-sir… I’m sorry… I promise, I-I’ll try harder…”
Octavia listened to the conversation curiously. She couldn’t imagine what it’d be like to be lectured like that… She’d never been thought of as a weak or struggling player… She didn’t even want to think about how awful it must have been. The conversation between the two continued.
“Try? In music, you simply can’t try! You do! Trying won’t get you anywhere!”
Octavia and Blues both felt the harsh sting of the maestro’s words.
“Yes, sir…I’m sorry…”
Whether he liked to admit it or not, Blues had tears swelling in the corners of his eyes. He blinked rapidly to try and shoo them away. He didn’t want to seem weaker than he already was in front of his aggressive teacher.
“Now…” The conductor’s tone became calmer as he spoke. “I want you to find a more advanced student to work with. I don’t care what they play. You mostly need help with pitch and rhythm. Ask a junior or senior about it, alright?”
“Yes, sir…”
Octavia bit her lip as she closed her cello case. What time was it? Two-thirty around? She always got out at two-twenty. Her parents didn’t get home until five or so… Maybe it wouldn’t kill her to help the kid somehow. It’s not like the majority of others would be willing to lend him a hoof.
Before the teacher could speak another word, the grey mare stepped into the situation.
“Sir, I, umm… wouldn’t mind helping him out… if he really needs it, that is.”
Blues was agape and the teacher simply nodded.
“Very well, Octavia. Find yourself a practice room for a little lesson. Help him with pitches and time.”
“Yes, sir.” The mare replied with a smile. She nudged her head towards the doors, gesturing the little pony out of the room. He complied, picked up his trumpet case, and headed out of the large band room with her.
Octavia and her fellow musician stared down the hallway. The carpets were light blue and the walls were a soft white. The smell of rosin and bleach filled the air. The performing arts building was really something special. She loved the atmosphere itself, along with the perks it came with.
“You do have your sheet music, right?”
The stallion simply nodded. Talking through the handle of his instrument case wouldn’t have been easy.
“Good…” The mare continued down the hallway. “I was thinking we could use that one practice room I always use… If it’s not taken, that is… It’s one of the most comfortable ones around, as well.”
Again, the colt nodded as the mare took a left turn. The new hall was bordered with practice rooms. Each one had a wooden door that blocked out sound. Or at least, it did for the most part. An instrumentalist or vocalist could easily be heard, but the sound would be dramatically muffled. Octavia smiled and pointed to one at the very end of the hall.
"You see that one over there?" She asked. Blues nodded. "We'll use that one. It's the biggest one this school has to offer."
The duo continued down the hall and stopped at the door of the acknowledged practice room. The stallion put his blue hooves to the knob of the wooden door and twisted it. The large slate of wood squeaked as it opened. Blues smiled and allowed his friend in before him.
“Thank you,” Octavia commented as she trotted into the practice room. Cool air greeted her and she smiled. The practice room had four stands, a few chairs, air vents, a piano, and drawers of tuners and other things. There were cabinets in the back for who knows what. She always loved being in practice rooms.
Blues set his trumpet down on the floor and smiled at the mare before him. She was setting her cello case next to her as she sat in a chair.
“B-before we start… I’d just like to tell you that this really means a ton to me… I can’t think of any other member in the orchestra that would do this for me… Thanks…A lot…”
Octavia chuckled, internally agreeing with the stallion. “It’s really no problem at all… When I first started playing, I struggled quite a bit, as well. After you get your pitches down and study rhythms, it’ll become so much easier.”
The colt smiled sheepishly. “I sure hope so… I know Mr. Noteworthy is a bit….you know, harsh, when it comes to me, but I understand why he’s hard on me. He only wants me to be better…”
The gray cellist smiled. “I’m sure that’s true…Now, how about we go to that spot where you have troubles coming in.”
“Sure…” The stallion laid his trumpet next to his seat and opened the case. Inside was the beautiful, shiny brass instrument. It reflected great amounts of shimmering light off its cool, metal surface. Blues picked up his instrument and marveled its beauty for a minute before reaching down and popping the bell-shaped mouth piece onto the tip. He escalated the instrument to his lips and blew into it. A flat C buzzed throughout the room and tempted Octavia to cover her displeased ears, but kept them down out of pure politeness. When he removed the trumpet from his mouth, Octavia forced a smile to him.
“Do you maybe have a mute?” She asked in the kindest tone possible. “It’s just the sound echoes throughout the room, and it’s a very loud instrument…”
The colt smiled with a nod.
“Sure thing. Just let me fetch it…” He leaned down and opened a compartment within his case. Inside rested a dark blue cork. He popped it into the bell of his beloved instrument, put it to his lips, and gave another strong blow. The pitch was still out of tune, but at least sounded slightly better.
“Alright, now get out your sheet music. We’re going to practice the spot you have trouble coming in on.”
The little colt complied and unbuttoned his saddle bag. He slipped out two pieces of well-written sheet music. Nieghthoven really was a genius.
Blues set the music on his stand and again lifted his instrument to his mouth.
“I’m going to count to four, but subdivided. I’ll say one measure for rests, and then the next measure you come in. Got it?”
Blues nodded, and Octavia smiled at him. She raised her hoof and gave the downbeat. She spoke in a slow tempo for the struggling trumpet player.
“One-and, two-and, three-and, four-and, one-and, two-and, -three-and, four-and….”
On the third beat of the second measure, Blues grew nervous and didn’t come in, but did let out an unknown, shaky note during the fourth beat. Octavia remained stoic and smiled.
“Come in on the and of three, okay?”
“I know…sorry for messing up.”
“Don’t apologize…” Octavia said with a grin. “Be confident. Even if you’re wrong, be confident while you’re doing it. It’s better to make a confident mistake than a shy perfection. Calm down, breath, and try to relax.”
The stallion nodded and raised his trumpet to his mouth. Octavia gave the downbeat.
“One-and, two-and, three-and, four-and, one-and, two-and, three-and, four-and…”
This time, the stallion came in a little before the and of three, but not on three itself. Octavia smiled.
“Good. You’re getting better. Again.”
“Hold on…” Blues removed the trumpet from his mouth and set it on his lap. He brought his hoof up and started massaging his chops. After playing trumpet for nearly an hour, and then restarting again would be a good reason for an aching jaw.
“The main reason they’re sore is because you don’t relax when you play.”
“I am relaxed!” the stallion argued.
“If you were relaxed, you wouldn’t have such a harsh tone when you play. It’s a bit obvious.”
The colt blushed. “Sorry…. I didn’t think I was that tense…”
Octavia sighed. She never meant to sound mean, but she was being brutally honest. “Your mouth is very tense…much more than it should be…” She then thought for a moment and blushed heavily as a possible consideration filled her mind.
No, no…Octavia, you can’t do that! It may get him to realize how tense he is, but it would be just…awkward… Maybe a quick peck won’t hurt anything… It is for the sake of the orchestra and everything… Besides, I’m sure he wouldn’t tell a soul….
Blues’ eyes became glued to the ground and he sheepishly looked away. Octavia blushed and looked at the door.
“Do you want to know how lose and relaxed your lips should be?” The mare asked.
“Yeah… if you could tell me…”
With no more words, Octavia approached the colt, but her hooves under his chin, and forced his gaze towards hers. She smiled and gently pressed her lips against his. Blues’ eyes widened and his face lit up crimson. As Octavia suspected, his lips seemed rather tense. After a long ten seconds of locking lips, however, they slowly grew more relaxed. Octavia broke away when his lip were soft enough to satisfy her. The colt before her was still blushing.
“You…you…kissed me…”
Octavia smiled and practiced what she preached. If you mess up, mess up with confidence.
“Yeah… I did. Just for a quick demonstration…”
“I…” He smiled. “I don’t think I got it…Could you maybe, t-try it again? I’m having a little trouble understanding….”
Octavia chuckled and rolled her lavender eyes. He may have been pushing his luck, but so was she when she first dove in for the kiss.
“Alright, but only for musical studies…”
The stallion smiled as the senior leaned in and kissed his lips with passion once more. He kissed back as he drowned in the heavenly bliss. Besides a few pecks on the cheek from his mother, Blues had never been kissed by a mare, but was so, so happy when he it at long last happened. The mare’s tender lips once again slipped off the stallion’s. He was rather disappointed to once again have bare lips. He wanted so desperately to make out with the mare, but was unfortunately denied the internal request.
“Alright…” the mare started. “Let’s get back to business.”
“O-okay…. But can it not be playing? My lips still sort of hurt…”
Octavia cocked her head. “They still hurt?” She asked.
Blues nodded quietly and Octavia blushed.
“I suppose I didn’t massage them well enough, did I?”
The stallion’s face lit up, and wasn’t even given an opportunity to speak before the mare’s lips again locked with his. This time, the kiss was more passionate. She sensually moved her lips in miniature circles and wrapped her hooves around the stallion’s neck. He kissed back unsurely, but put as much effort into it as possible. He moaned out quietly as the mare effortlessly let her wet, hot lips massage his. She broke away and kissed the stallion over and over again. He blushed and moaned a bit more as the mare massaged his aching chops.
“Feeling better?” She asked after again breaking away.
“A little….” The stallion replied with a heavy blush and high hopes.
“That’s no good...”
Octavia closed her eyes and again kissed the younger colt. He relished in her gentle, but firm kisses. It wasn’t until she forcefully forced her tongue past his mouth that his yellow eyes shot opened. Her tongue met with Blues’ and they engaged in a marvelous little waltz together. He blushed heavily and tried to make sense of the unbelievable situation. He’d never felt so good in his entire life.
After a good minute of wrestling their tongues together, Octavia again broke away. Her eyes were sparkling with something more… It wasn’t anything he’d ever seen in a mare’s eyes, but it certainly caught his attention.
“Seriously, now… I think we should get to business. Kissing won’t improve your playing much.”
Blues blushed. “Yeah… right…” he chuckled nervously. “I was thinking the same thing…”
“How about instead of some playing we do some basic interval training?” She asked. “It would most definitely benefit your ear and your trumpet playing. Brass instruments rely heavily on intervals.”
“I know…let’s do it then…”
Octavia undid the locks on her cello case and opened it. Inside rested her beautiful, polished instrument. She loved playing it more than just about anything… One day, the world might know about how amazing her instrument really was…
Octavia stood on her hind legs and placed the cello upwards. She balanced and wrapped her hooves around the hoof bored. She placed her bow slightly above the bridge.
“Turn around.” She ordered in a firm tone.
Hesitantly, the blue colt turned around, facing the wall. He was still standing on all fours. From behind him, he heard two notes. One was a low C and the other was a G above that. His ears perked up as he tried hard to detect the notes being played for him.
“What interval was that?” the cellist asked calmly.
“I…A, um… M-major third?”
Octavia sighed. “No… listen to it again.”
Again, Octavia played the same two notes, and then played them together. The colt bit his lip and thought long and hard.
“Umm… P-Perfect Fourth?” he asked unsurely.
The mare set her cello down with great caution. It made a soft thump as it was set on the ground. The stallion kept his ears perked up as he heard the mare moving.
“Now…” She started. “I’m going to ask you what the interval is again…”
This time, the two notes came from the pony’s mouth. Her voice was sweet and beautiful and carried a delicious vibrato.
“I…um…” He thought long and hard. “P-Perfect fifth?” he asked.
Octavia smiled in satisfaction. “There we are. How about this?”
The cellist than sang a much shorter interval this time. To her knowledge, it was a D to an F natural. The stallion swiveled his ears and took the best guess he could. He tried to hear a major scale in his head, or recognize the note, or anything to possibly impress the older pony!
“A, umm…a… Major second?”
This time, the colt didn’t receive a verbal disapproval. He received a sharp, unexpected pain in his flank. He let out a loud yelp and blinked away tears.
“Wh-what the hay?”
Again, the mare lifted her bow and brought it down on the stallion’s rear. He hissed and turned his head with tears quickly invading his eyes.
“I want you to get it right. I want you to become a great musician! How do you think I learned?”
The stallion gasped and remained frozen where he was. If that were really the treatment she endured, he felt very bad for her. She was however, a great musician. If she was using the method on him, she must have thought it was worth it.
“Now…What was the interval?”
Again, the colt heard two different notes. He gulped and thought hard.
Alright, Blues, really think…okay, it sounded dissonant, so it was probably a minor… or a diminished… It didn’t sound too-too big… It couldn’t have been a minor second, though. Minor seconds are literally right next to each other… Maybe a minor third..? Maybe… Just try it… The worst that could happen is another whack…
“A m-minor third?” he replied hesitantly and braced himself for another hard whack to his rear end.
Octavia simple smiled. “There you go… Now how about this?”
The mare again sang a couple notes. They were quite distant from each other. He recognized the A, because that’s what he tuned to, but he didn’t have the slightest hint what the other note would be.
“Major sixth?” He guessed.
He knew his answer was wrong when he was given a hard spank on the hindquarters. He shifted awkwardly and held back a cry.
“Major seventh?” he asked.
Again, he received another whack with the bow. This one was done hard enough to leave a pink stripe on his rear.
“Perfect Octave?”
Another whack came along with a squeal from the colt. Each wrong answer earned him an even harder spank.
“Minor sixth?”
Another whack was landed across his rump. He lurched forward and became tempted to shield his flanks with his hooves, but was determined to be tough. A single tear trickled down his cheek.
“Minor seventh?” He cried out.
Finally, the whacks stopped.
“Correct, now, let’s try another one.”
Blues’ heart filled with dread. “Or maybe we could not do intervals…. Maybe something different…”
“Oh, what would be the fun in that?” She asked in a strange tone he’d never heard before. He felt a hoof rest on the arch in his back. Her other hoof slowly moved down to his burning rear-end. Over the course of interval training, it had turned a dark hue of pink.
“I was thinking maybe we could try something a bit safer…”
“What’s not safe about intervals?” She asked in a sultry tone.
“Well, when you keep hitting me it kind of…”
“Hitting you? You mean like this?”
With that, the mare yet again swung at the colt’s backside. He yelped as the bow hit him again. She didn’t whack him that hard that time…
“Y-yeah… I don’t like it…”
Octavia smirked. “Don’t you know any good musician needs discipline? Maybe it’s time somepony showed you some…” Octavia fell to all fours and started circling the little stallion. “After all, skill doesn’t just come with time…”
“I-I know…”
The mare thought for a moment. “We can stop interval training if you’re ready to move onto studying rhythms…”
“That sounds rather nice.” He commented.
“Good, now…” She smiled. “I want you to count at this speed…. One-and, two-and, three-and, four-and…” The mare gave a moderately slow tempo. “Kiss me on the downbeats. If you mess up, I’ll show you how to count rhythms properly.”
The colt blushed. “Alright…”
Blues recited the tempo in his head and went on counting. When ready, he landed a soft kiss on her lips and then counted in tempo. Each time “one” landed in his mind, he gave her another soft kiss on the lips. The more he kissed her, the faster he wanted to speed up the counting. Octavia, however, had great time and would easily notice.
After receiving nearly fifteen kisses, the mare smiled and broke away.
“Now, kiss me on the and of three with the same tempo.”
The stallion blushed and prepared himself. He should have seen this coming.
Alright, Blues… One-and, two-and, three-and-
As his mind landed on the and of three, he sweetly pecked Octavia on the lips. She smiled approvingly and awaited the next kiss. Exactly one measure later, she received it.
So far, so good…
The stallion continued. As he went in for the third kiss, the mare snuck her tongue into his mouth and made his eyes widen. He broke away and dreamily stared at the mare.
Oh man, that was good….She tastes so good… ugh, what a mare… His eyes then went wide. You idiot! You lost track of time! Oh, what beat is it…? Don’t worry, just kiss her now and hope it’s right…
With that, Blues leaned in and gently kissed the mare, not knowing whether his timing was correct or not. As he unsurely broke away, Octavia seemed rather displeased.
“You kept me waiting all the way until beat four?” She sighed. “Looks like I need to teach you proper rhythm.”
The colt gulped. “Y-you’re not going to use your bow on me again…are you?”
“Oh, no… I want you to lie back…”
“Lie back…?” Blues asked rather confused.
The cellist nodded. “Unless you’d rather me get my bow back out.”
Blues gulped and hesitantly fell back onto the wall of the practice room. He winced as his rear touched the carpet. He kept his legs crossed and blushed before the mare.
“Uncross your legs… this’ll help you, trust me.”
The trumpet player nervously undid his crossed hind legs. He blushed as his dark cobalt member was revealed before the mare. Never before had the colt been exposed like that.
Octavia grinned and licked her lips. The cock was nearly ten inches long, but was still only soft. Without warning, she put her hoof at the bottom of his shaft. The colt’s face lit up crimson.
“I’m going to slowly stroke upwards for the full measure, and bring my hoof down one the and of three. Got it?”
The colt nodded and felt the gray mare’s hoof glide up his soft cock. A jolt of pleasure ran through his body and made a bit of drool run down his cheek. The hoof ran up very slowly, only to come down quickly on the and of the third beat. Again, the hoof slowly trailed up the member, and quickly came down. He felt his member growing ever so slowly as the mare continued to run her hoof up and down it. He hissed out as pleasure starting building up easily. He bit his lip as he starting feeling hornier by the second.
“Th-that feels so good…”
“This is just a rhythm exercise…” She reminded him. “I want you to actually feel the rhythm within you.”
The stallion nodded and continued to moan as his shaft was continuously pleased by the mare’s gentle hoof. He threw his head back and forgot about the rhythm completely. His only thoughts concentrated on the sheer pleasure pulsating through his body. He only wished she do the demonstration at a more “presto” tempo. Her slow movements taunted him and teased him, making him want much, much more.
“What beat are we on?” Octavia asks in the middle of gliding her hoof up his hardening shaft.
“I, uh…” He blushes, and Octavia stops momentarily.
“You should be using this educational opportunity to learn, but you’re not, are you?”
The colt blushed. “I, umm…I…”
“Well…?”
“N-no, ma’am…”
“Thought so… However, I think you’re ready to move onto the next test for rhythms.”
He cocked his head. “Next test?”
The mare nodded. She turned around and lifted her tail. Behind her was a glistening, moist marehood. It twinkled under the shimmering lights and beckoned the colt forth. Her little, grey folds were begging to be fucked. He blushed heavily and felt his hard cock begin to throb.
“Get your sheet music.” She ordered. “I want you to buck me to the rhythms of your part in the piece. If you have a half note, slowly pull in or out. If you have eighth or sixteenth notes, do quick little thrusts. Oh, and I don’t want either of us to cum before the piece is finished.”
The colt blushed heavily as he complied, picking up his sheet music. If it were fantasy or real life, he hadn’t the slightest clue. Either way, he loved it. He never thought he’d even have a marefriend, let alone have sex with a mare.
He set the sheet music next to the mare and mounted her quietly. She moved her tail out of the way to make room for the stallion. He blushed heavily upon seeing her glistening gem. In his mind, he heard four beats of rest. He then slowly jammed his cock into the mare. Her wet folds expanded to make way for his entrance. He blushed heavily and as he pushed in, holding the beginning whole note for the full measure. He let out a sigh as he felt the marehood slowly consume his stallion meat. It hugged his cock and only made him want to plunge it in deeper. Unfortunately, that measure for him was proceeded with four measures of rests. His cock simply laid motionless in the mare. It did feel rather warm and tight, besides the fact.
“Remember to count…” Reminded his teacher.
For four whole measures, the stallion didn’t move. Beat one of measure six was a series of quarter notes that crescendoed into a marvelous Bb major scale, both ascending and descending. He gave sixteen medium length pushes and pulls into the mare’s warm, wet cunt. His cock started to drown in pleasure, but was unfortunately stopped for five measures of rest. It was utterly painful to rest in the mare so long. More than anything, he wanted to simply rut her until she was crying towards the heavens. His dick was practically weeping from the temptation.
“A good musician is patient and waits for his time to come in.” She calmly said to the stallion.
“I know…” Blues replied as he continued to count in his head.
At long last, the stallion came in with a series of long half notes. His thrusts were long and lengthy, each taking about three seconds to fulfill. Her head the little mare begin to moan out as her pussy was slowly massaged by the long chords. Blues, however, was having difficulty keeping his thrusts to stay long. Why couldn’t he have played the violin, which received many long passages of sixteenth notes?
Finally, he played the long ten measures of half notes. His swelling dick was yearning for more. Yearning to roughly thrust the marehood he was occupying. Longing to do anything but go slow. Fortunately, the composer was nice enough to give him a series of eighth notes. His hips moved faster, going in and out of the mare in steady thrusts. His member throbbed and kept going, getting a new thrust every second. Sweat began to form on his forehead as his thighs began to ache. At that moment, he’d never loved classical music more in his life. Even Octavia found its new use to be entertaining. Her walls squeezed around the member. Though she didn’t show it, she wished that by some chance he’d have a long passage with sixteenth notes with many accents.
The passage of eighth notes ended, and lead into a little more complex (but still easy) rhythm. Dotted quarter notes followed by eight notes. He played out the three measures with confidence. Each duplicate of the rhythm made him pull out for nearly four seconds, only to quickly push back in and repeat. The mare below relished in it as her marehood was pounded going in. She felt herself increasingly growing wetter as the stallion thrust into her little hole. Both pairs were disappointed when the stallion rested. There he had eight long measures of rests. Although the mare desperately wanted him to continue, she knew he had to learn patients. Heck, even she needed to.
As the stallion came to a halt, both musicians were sweating. Their manes were drenched in their own perspiration and their coats were glistening with each other’s sweat.
“R-remember…” Octavia said. “Th-this is where y-you come in on the and of three… Don’t miss it…”
The stallion nodded and counted in his head.
Come on, Blues! You can do this! Show her what you’re made out of!
The stallion waited for that precious and beat, and instantly jammed back into her, playing the eight note with aggression. Octavia let out a long moan and the stallion continued on with long half notes. His member rubbed against her clit and made her desperately want to cum. Oh, how she wanted to cum. The pressure was becoming far too much for her. She felt as though she wanted to spray her little love juices all over the throbbing dick within her, but wanted so desperately to wait until the end of the piece. Blues wasn’t far off from giving in, as well. His balls nearly exploded under the unbearable pressure.
Blues became silent again, resting his member in the mare’s pussy with no motion. He was panting and heavily sweating. His crotch ached and his hips burned from the intense work-out. Maybe having fifteen measures of nothing but rests wasn’t so bad, after all.
“How many more measures do you have at the end…?” Octavia weakly asked the stallion on top of her.
Blues glanced down at his music. “Ummm… o-only three…”
“Play those!” She demanded.
“But-“
“I said play those! Are you the teacher or the student?” Her tone was surprisingly aggressive, and didn’t leave an ounce of room for him to argue. The stallion looked at his part. Two whole notes, and then an eight note, eight rest, eight note, and a final eight rest. The stallion pushed in very slowly, getting the full measure of playing into the mare. Her clit throbbed as it was slowly massaged and teased by the stallion’s cock. She blushed heavily as she restrained her orgasm. Blues wasn’t struggling to hold it back any less. He then pulled out equally as slow, massaging her clit in the opposite direction. Her heart beat as she wanted to simply end it. The moment he pulled out all the way, he aggressively pushed back in. Octavia could no longer take it, and had a nice, big orgasm. Her mare fluids dripped all over her partner’s throbbing cock. She let out a joyful cry and felt her body go limp. The stallion pulled out on the final note of the piece, allowing his balls to empty onto the carpet below. His sticky sap rested on the blue carpet. He let out a long sigh of relief. The piece, the practice, and the intercourse; it was all finally over. Both ponies were panting, sweating, and worn out from the long exercise. Both had aching genitalia and were just about ready to pass out.
Suddenly, a question accord to Blues. He’d had it in the very back of his mind the entire ride, but failed to ask.
“Octavia…?”
“Yeah?” She replied, trying to get a grip on herself.
“Why’d you do this…All of this? Especially the last part… I mean, it was so, so nice, but it was all so sudden, I just don’t know what to think of it… Why have sex…with me?”
The mare looked back at her friend with a smile on her face.
“How do you think I learned?”
