Forgetful Date

Bonus Chapter

“Table for two,” Vinyl said, her cheeks blushing. She still had her new member resting furtively between her legs, hidden by her tail. Were it not for Octavia’s help with the preparations, her balls might’ve been visible for all to see. They’d spent a little under thirty minutes blow drying the dampened strands of hair so that they’d completely hide her docile dick, and as an extra security measure, Octavia instructed Vinyl to keep her tail close to her rear and not swish it about very often. Once they were certain things couldn’t possibly go wrong, they headed out for The Fluffy Tail.

It wasn’t really all that extravagant like the inner restaurants found within Ponyville, but at the same time, it wasn’t mediocre either. That’s one reason why Octavia liked it so much. Whenever the atmosphere around her seems simply too rich, she’d feel spoiled, but this was perfect. Regal purple carpeting, live music, and a small glass chandelier above head made it feel high class, but not too snooty. If anything, it was perfectly to her liking. For a small rustic town like Ponyville, it was the perfect blend of big city charm and the wild country side.

“Gosh, it’s been so long,” Octavia spoke softly as they stood in the lobby area.

“Yeah, sorry for being so forgetful,” Vinyl offered, looking at her with a worried smile.

“Enough,” Octavia retorted. “You’ve apologized to me… oh dear, I’ve lost count, well enough times for sure, so you’re forgiven.”

Vinyl flashed her a smile, but Octavia wasn’t done with her thoughts. Under her breath, and quiet enough so that Vinyl couldn’t hear her, Octavia remarked, “But I still plan on seeking revenge for other mistakes you’ve made.”

“Mhh, you say something?” Vinyl asked as she tilted her head to the side slightly.

The bowtie donning mare looked up with a frown. “Oh, nothing,” she chuckled.

They were promptly shown to their seats, and as they sat down amongst the thin, white cloth, Octavia pulled her seat up while still looking around. As for Vinyl, she stopped the waiter. “Hey, we need a rose. Bring one in a vase, and I’ll make sure you get a good tip.”

He just raised an eyebrow, showing how insulted he was. This was a bad idea, for at that time, Vinyl’s testosterone levels were extremely high. They stared at one another for a moment, but after giving him a sneer, the colt walked off, fear suddenly seeable in those small eyes of his. As Vinyl sat back down, she shook her head, and then asked her date, “Can you believe that guy? Simple request… What?”

Octavia gave her love this look of disappointment. “That was unnecessary. I’d really rather you contain yourself. Remember…” She leaned in so Vinyl could hear her more. “You’re technically a guy right now, so you’re probably not thinking right. Contain yourself… You’re still on very thin ice.”

Vinyl averted her eyes, a little hurt by Octavia’s words. “Oh, c’mon.”

“Don’t embarrass me, Vinyl Scratch…”

She motioned away, her menu being moved by her elbow as she did. Soon, she went ahead and skimmed the pages, snuffing out what she may or may not want. As for Vinyl, she at the very least began to understand how Octavia felt, not that she didn’t know before. She just never acknowledged it. “You, uh, gonna get the steak again, like last time?” Vinyl asked while she herself started perusing what there was to eat.

“You’re unbelievable,” Octavia muttered, which brought about confusion for her forgetful date. “It was you that got the steak last time. Not I.”

She allowed her jaw to drop, indeed remembering correctly now. Then, she smiled, trying to lighten the mood. “I did, didn’t I? Dunno what’s wrong with me, I just… can’t seem to focus. You’re just so…”

Octavia’s eyes warily traced the circular edges of their table to look at the DJ, and slowly started smiling. “I’m what?”

Vinyl’s hooves balanced her chin as she said, “Distractingly beautiful…”

Octavia simply smirked at the comment. "Honeyed words won’t protect you now, Vinyl."

With that thought, Octavia felt like it was just about the right time to extract her revenge. Not only would Vinyl be unable to stop her, but their waiter was just rounding the corner from a fair distance behind her date, right on time. Her hind hoof raised itself up to grace Vinyl’s tip which made her gasp momentarily, and then look under the table. She lowered the cloth and looked at Octavia to ask with a fearful expression on her face, “Wh-What’re you doing?”

Octavia didn’t answer. Instead, her other hoof brought itself up as well to help the other grab hold. Once she did, Octavia was fairly amused by how hard Vinyl had gotten in such a short amount of time. She moved her hooves in a delicate yet firm manner, making sure they moved slow enough for Vinyl to feel every bit of the tip graze against it.

“Wow,” Octavia remarked, her grey mane being moved away from her eyes so she could see Vinyl’s worried expression. “Horny already? Poor form on your part. Well, you'd better shape up, because our guy’s back… Hello!”

“Evening, Octavia.” He looked down at Vinyl. “I hope everything is to your liking. Here’s that rose you requested, Miss Scratch.”

“Y-yeah, thanks.” She watched cautiously as he set it between her and the mare across the table.

Octavia took the time to say, “We’d like to order now, please.”

He nodded his head. “Very well, what would you like, Octavia?”

She allowed her hoof to slide down the list until reaching the grain pasta. “That, and Vinyl will probably want-”

“I’ll order,” Vinyl voiced, her face seeming all too nervous. It wasn’t helping much that her mare was pushing her ever rising growth against her belly, enough that if this kept up much longer, her second head would poke through the table sheet, and then they’d be found out. “Prime cut, medium rare with double hay fries.”

He blinked. “Okay, but it’ll take quite a while to roast the seeds, not to mention making sure the flower petals are heated just right.”

Vinyl looked at the beauty across from her, and said, “We’ll need it…”

“I’ll have fine wine brought out before-”

Octavia spoke up. “Upon out dinner arriving. Please.”

He looked at one another curiously, and then nodded again. “As you wish.”

With him leaving the two in peace, Vinyl quickly asked, “What’re you doing? Now’s not the time! What if we get caught?”

Octavia took a deep breath, and said, “Then you’d better keep your cool. It’s just revenge, after all.”

As she started stroking her blushing marefriend off, Vinyl ventured to ask, “Revenge? Revenge for what?”

Octavia hastened the speed while she spoke. “Calling me that infernal name for starters. Violating me whilst making me worry that a real male was going to rape me, and need I say anything about the anal part?”

“Shh!” Vinyl looked around before moaning a bit. “Ahh… You… didn’t like that? It was just a joke, and you came pretty h-hard when I… Mmmh…”

“Rape should never be used as a joke, my dear Vinyl,” Octavia replied as her hooves moved quicker under the table. The faster she jerked her off, the more silly Vinyl’s face became. Eventually, she began to huff, but luckily, not that many ponies were there that night. Nearly everyone had already gone home for the evening, leaving them fairly secluded, but there were still plenty eyes all around them; enough that if they got too carried away, they’d most definitely be found out.

Octavia smiled kindly, and said, “Come now, Vinyl. Surely you can hurry up. If you don’t, who knows what could happen. Somepony might see through the cloth, as they are quite translucent.”

Vinyl held in her breath, and even started to close her eyes loosely. The more she was pleasured, the closer she came, but somehow, Octavia was able to keep her on the brink of climaxing. Everytime she clenched up, the cellist would slow down, just enough to extend the time she had to fool around.

“H-hurry up, damn it,” Vinyl whined as her erection throbbed and yearned for sweet release.

“No,” Octavia snickered simply, her front hooves resting on the sides of her seat so she could get more leverage. She watched Vinyl’s flushing face contort to match how she felt, and smiled coyly with every twitch she made. “I want you to learn your lesson.”

“I’ve g-got the message. Please, just hurry it up, or I will!”

Octavia gasped sarcastically. “How would that look,” she whispered. “You bringing your hooves down there to beat yourself off. Even with the cloth, everyone around us will be able to tell what you’re doing. Just… enjoy this, and your punishment will be over soon.”

“Mhmmm, you don’t make this easy do y-you.” Vinyl looked her way with her head lowered slightly, and with a single open eye. She gritted her teeth, and decided to do her best to bear with it. This wasn’t easy for her, though, because Octavia kept up her little game, always slowing down just enough to settle her date’s nerves. Eventually, time went by, and once it got to where their waiter would be coming back at any moment, she decided they’d horsed around long enough.

Vinyl was taken by surprise by the sudden, quick strokes, and they wouldn’t stop this time, too. Octavia made sure to keep up the tempo, not even stopping for a second to fix herself from slouching. To anypony in the room, it just looked like Octavia was being lazy. Vinyl must’ve fallen asleep, and was was having a bad dream, when in reality, she was close to creaming the bottom portion of the table.

“Are you sure you got the message loud and clear, Vinyl?” Octavia asked in a calm yet sly manner.

“P-please, I got the message,” Vinyl stammered, her eyes nearly glued shut. “I-I’m sorry for doing those things I d-did.”

“Satisfactory, for now at least,” Octavia noted as she gave one last yanking motion, before Vinyl was forced over the edge. She held in her lustful groans of pleasure as best she could by biting her bottom lip while Octavia’s hooves kept up the beat. A few drizzling drops landed on her leg, but most of Vinyl’s thick load just plopped down on the floor, or stuck to the roof of their table. Once it was all over, Octavia shifted upwards with a grin. As for the DJ, she couldn’t help but to gulp down the water she’d accumulated in her mouth.

Then, their food showed up. “For Octavia,” he said. Upon looking over at Vinyl, he stepped back. She was sweating a little, and even continued to bite down on her lower lip. “Are… you alright?”

“Y-yeah,” Vinyl said, trying to smile. “It’s just… really hot in here. Is your air conditioning working correctly?”

He looked around warily, confused by the statement. “... It’s actually kind of chilly, so I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

All that did was annoy her. “You’re arguing with me?”

“Err, no,” the waiter defended. “I’ll go make sure everything’s on the upside in the back. My mistake… Err, and apologies.”

He left them rather quirkily. Then, the two looked at one another. After a moment’s pause, Octavia giggled while Vinyl gave her a small glare, but quickly turned it into a smile, and began eating. First, though, Octavia snatched up her napkin and pretended to sit it on her lap, when in all actuality, she was cleaning her thighs up. Just to get the tiny drops off of her lower hooves, she pretended to drop her fork, and even wiped Vinyl down so that when they left the scenery, they wouldn’t have cum staining their coats and hind legs. As she wiped Vinyl down, Octavia couldn’t help but stare at the flaccid penis in front of the mare and be thankful that her unicorn was a forgetful one.

"Shame this is going to disappear tomorrow," Octavia thought as she brought the napkin close to Vinyl’s balls. "I certainly hope she gets that mixture again in the future."

Author's Note

I'd like to thank TittySparkles yet again for working with me on this. She's simply too generously helpful.