No Need to Hesitate

Late in the morning after her concert, Octavia still lay in bed, bundled in her covers. Somehow, she’d actually been able to fall asleep last night – mostly out of emotional exhaustion – so she was wide awake. Which, of course, meant that she got to spend time with her waking thoughts, rather than her rather haunting dreams. And that time wasn’t giving her much other than anxiety.

Thoughts about last night’s kiss kept glaring at her. Why had she done it? What would Vinyl think? Did she want to do it again? She could feel that the answer to that last one was “yes”, but what did that mean? She thought her way in circles for hours, alternating between demanding answers of her feelings and berating them for causing her behavior. Finally, with an ultimate groan of frustration, she willed her mind be quiet for a change. Feeling her thoughts come creeping back almost instantly, she flung aside her sheets and began digging under her bed.

Given that she was an ever-present co-host of the only radio station in Equestria, Octavia hadn’t been sure what she was meant to do with the radio receiver the station had given her as an employment gift. Naturally, she’d never used it before. But in this instance, she was actually glad for it. She finally located it hidden behind a number of boxes and belongings, and dusted it off. She turned it on, and the magical tubes inside it began to hum as they warmed up. Gradually, music became audible through its speakers, growing in volume. Octavia lay back into her bed and focused on the music that came to life and filled the room.

The set lasted for a good twenty minutes. As the last song faded out, her co-host’s voice greeted their listeners.

“Man I love that song,” Vinyl said, her voice as lively and full of laughter as ever. In spite of everything, Octavia found herself slightly comforted by the voice, and the fact that Vinyl must not have been too shaken up after last night.

“For those of you just joining us,” the voice continued, “I’m your host, DJ-Pon3, right here on the Vinyl Scratch. Sadly, our lovely Octavia isn’t here today. She’s a little under the weather. It probably doesn’t help that she’s put all her heart into an amazing concert all week. Poor thing must have worked herself sick. But I know we all wish her well, and hope she gets better soon.” Technically, Octavia had practically made herself sick with anxiety the night before… and that morning. So calling in sick in order to avoid having to face Vinyl wasn’t a complete fallacy.

“Anyway, we’re gonna take a short break with some words from our money-grubbing sponsors. But first, a word from your attention-grubbing host. As a reminder, I’ll be doing a show of my own this Saturday at Ponyville’s own Echo Chamber Club. So you should all come out, say hi, and dance your flanks off. Remember, that’s the Echo Chamber on Saturday. As in tomorrow. Ten o’clock. …Be there. You know who you are.”

Vinyl’s voice was replaced by the comforting drone of a sales pony, leaving Octavia to endure a fresh panic attack and retreat back into her blankets.

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The following evening, Octavia made her way towards the Echo Chamber Club. She wasn’t sure what Vinyl’s intentions in calling her out were, but she knew she’d have to face her friend sooner or later. She’d run away from enough problems in her life to know it didn’t fix anything. With that decided, meeting on Vinyl’s chosen ground only seemed fair.

She left her house early, but took her time reaching the club. She took in the sights and sounds of the small town on a Saturday night, on the off chance that Vinyl saw to it that she’d never get to experience them again. Finally, she reached the Echo Chamber, only a few minutes before ten, and descended the steps to the club’s subterranean door. Inside, the party was already in full swing. Ponies filled the dance floor, stepping and writhing to the beat of very loud music. Octavia gave the crowd a brief scan. She recognized several of the attendees, but didn’t feel compelled to catch up with any of them. Instead, she made her way to the bar.

After several minutes, the music came to a dramatic end, and the dancing ponies cheered and stamped in applause. The DJ gave the crowd a final wave and bowed off the platform. An unseen announcer spoke over the sound system.

“Alright, fillies and gentlecoats, it’s time for what you’ve all been waiting for. Get on the floor and stamp your hooves for the temptress of the turn-tables, the harbinger of rock, the one and only DJ Pon-3!”

The patrons cheered as Vinyl stepped onto the platform to a flurry of neon lights and dry-ice smoke. She pumped her hooves into the air, rousing the crowd. Without a word, her horn began glowing, and half a dozen turn tables began to spin. A moment later, heavy beats began to pound out of the massive speakers, echoing through the excited ponies. Music poured into them, kindling a fire that sent them dancing with utter abandon.

Octavia watched the dancing ponies with growing fascination. She had to admit that there was a sensual allure to the whole affair – dozens of bodies moving and sweating together, rubbing against and bouncing off of each other in time with the beat. Heat poured out of them, mingling into a single energetic storm that wrapped around them and smothered their inhibitions. It was almost as intoxicating to watch them as it must have been to be them. Little by little, that line faded away, and Octavia was drawn to the dance floor, her hooves pulled forward by the pounding bass and the mesmerizing electronic trebles. Finally, she surrendered her self-consciousness to the crowd, and her body began to sway and turn with the sonic storm that thundered around her.

Above the din, Vinyl stood on her podium. Dials and switches flew and clicked under the influence of her magic. Octavia realized that it was the first time she’d seen Vinyl work, and it was glorious in a way she’d never expected. Vinyl reigned over the crowd, controlling their wild dance with the raising of her hooves and the instruments of her switchboard. With the flick of her horn, she could send the volume soaring or plummeting, crash one song into another, and shake the earth itself. And her ponies followed her wherever she led them. Vinyl consumed their energy. She whipped the passion and the friction into a frenzy, and it flowed into her like lightning to a rod. As Octavia danced, her muscles on fire with exhaustion and unrestrained excitement, she gazed up at the DJ. She was an angel, a dark queen, and a puppet master all in one, haloed in the glow of the stage lights. Nothing had ever looked more beautiful.

At last, Vinyl’s set drew towards its end. The volume and intensity flew to new levels, and drum beats tore through the air in rapid succession. With one final crash, the music faded away, leaving only the exhausted cheers of patrons in its wake. Vinyl raised herself over the crowd as the ponies below stamped their feet, and cheers of “Pon-3! Pon-3!” were raised. Octavia watched from the throng, unconsciously smiling as she watched her friend soak in the love. Finally, Vinyl bowed and disappeared from the stage with a bright blue flash. Octavia snorted at the ostentatious exit.

‘It always has to be a light show with her, doesn’t it?’ Gradually, her thoughts returned to her, and she remembered why she was here. Her anxiety began to grow anew. She made her way back to the bar, downing a glass of water while she mentally braced herself for whatever was going to happen next. Finally, she turned and pushed her way through the crowd towards the stage where Vinyl had been performing. She spotted the unicorn talking with the DJ who had been on before her. As she approached, the other DJ left with a nod, and Vinyl turned back to the crowd, spotting her instantly.

“Tavi!” she waved to her with a grin, walking to meet her. “You made it! Awesome. Did you enjoy the show?”

“Well, yes, actually,” Octavia admitted. “It was… it was a lot of fun. I’ve never really been to a dance like this before.”

“See? We should hang out here more often. And I know a ton of places in Canterlot that blow this joint out of the water. You’d love it.”

“That sounds lovely, Vinyl. But I’m mainly here because you wanted to see me, and I can take a good guess why.” Octavia began to look away, but she forced her eyes to meet the unicorn’s glasses. “Listen, I just want to sa-“

“Hang on,” Vinyl cut her off with a hoof. “Not here. There are some nosey neighers around here. Come with me.” She turned and headed for the door towards back stage. Octavia hesitated – a small part of her wondered if Vinyl really was trying to take her somewhere where nopony would find the body – but she quickly fell in line behind her.

Vinyl led her through the halls of the club until they reached the lounge. The room wasn’t lavishly decorated, but was well lit and comfortable. A plush felt couch rested against one wall, facing a coffee table with a smattering of magazines scattered across it, most related to music technology. Assorted snacks and snack-ingredients were scattered across the kitchen counter in the back. The room was currently almost deserted, save for one off-white earth mare with a shocking green mane. Vinyl nodded to the other pony as she entered.

“Hey Vinyl,” the earth mare greeted her with a pretty voice, rising from her seat on the couch.

“Close the door,” Vinyl told Octavia, glancing over her shoulder. As Octavia complied, the unicorn trotted up to the other pony and gave her a hug and an affectionate nuzzling. She turned towards Octavia as the cellist walked up to them. “Tavi, this is my good friend, White Noise.”

“How do you-“ Tavi began, “wait, really?”

“Mhmm,” White Noise nodded. “Funny world, isn’t it?”

Vinyl lifted her glasses, fixing Octavia with her stare. “Anyway, here’s the situation. You kissed me. Which is cool, it happens. Like, a lot. But, it kind of freaked you out.”

“Well, I-“ Octavia began, her eyes turning guiltily towards the ground.

“Tut tut, not to worry, my dear. This is hardly the first time someone has fallen in love with me.” Octavia was painfully aware that she had no retort to the self-satisfied grin Vinyl flashed her, and that she didn’t particularly want one. “But now you’re wondering what that means, and whether you even are in love with me, or if you’re just kidding yourself. So, to help you figure it out, we’re going to do a little experiment.”

Vinyl slung her foreleg around White Noise’s neck. “I’ve explained the situation to White, here, and she’s agreed to help you out. Like me, White is a very good kisser. She’ll be your control group.”

“I’m not-“ Octavia began. Before she could finish, White Noise lurched forward, stopping inches from her face. The creamy mare smiled gently as she brushed back Octavia’s mane slightly, and Octavia found herself hypnotized by the earth pony’s azure stare. Their eyes drifted shut in sync as White Noise closed the gap between them, and their lips met.

Octavia had to admit, White Noise was a very good kisser. Her lips were soft, yet perfectly assertive, moving only slightly against hers. A hoof cupped Octavia’s chin, pulling her closer into the kiss. As their lips became more familiar, they started pressing against each other more boldly. Octavia felt the other mare’s tongue brush against her lip, and she opened her mouth entirely in invitation. The inquiring tongue wasted no time slipping inside her and seeking out her own, which quickly awoke in response to the visitor. The other mare’s mouth tasted pleasantly of mint and soda, and Octavia enjoyed it as she licked against the interloper, occasionally venturing into the other’s mouth, but mostly just responding to White’s exploration.

Finally, the burning in her lungs forced Octavia to break the kiss with a gasp. White withdrew as well, slowly opening her eyes and panting slightly, her lips still puckered.

Vinyl nodded with detached approval. “Hmm, very nice. Well, Tavi, what do you think?”

Octavia regarded White Noise as she regained her breath and considered what had just happened. She had enjoyed the kiss. Even now, her lips tingled and the taste of the other mare hung gently on her tongue. It had been pleasant, and invigorating… and that was it. There was no passion, no driving need, no sense of time-blurring fulfillment like there had been last night. For all the good things she could say about White Noise’s kissing technique, there just hadn’t been any real connection.

“I don’t know, Vinyl. It just didn’t feel… right. I mean, you’re a very good kisser, White Noise, but I didn-mm!“

“Right” was a good way to describe the feeling. As Vinyl’s hooves wrapped around her head and her lips mashed onto her own, jolts of satisfaction instantly surged into Octavia’s mouth. The shock lasted for only a second as Vinyl’s lips hungrily massaged hers. Then Octavia’s forelegs wrapped around Vinyl’s neck and she returned the kiss with unmitigated lust, taking the initiative and pressing her tongue into Vinyl’s open mouth. She moaned into the unicorn’s mouth as the other tongue found hers and wrapped around it, stroking up and down its length. Vinyl tasted like beer and sweat and awful snacks. Octavia loved it.

After an eternity of mashing lips and wrestling tongues, they broke apart, panting loudly, eyes locked on each others’.

“White, give us the room please,” Vinyl commanded, never releasing Octavia from her stare or her grip. “My friend and I have to discuss some things very vocally.”

“Can I help?” the earth pony chimed hopefully.

“No!” they responded in unison. Octavia heard a disappointed whine and the clopping of hooves behind her, and then the door closing. Vinyl’s horn glowed, and she heard the door lock click into place. The sound was like a starting pistol for her. She dove at Vinyl, pushing the unicorn to the ground and pressing her body against her. Octavia dove back into Vinyl’s mouth, only to find the other’s tongue meet her half way with just as much enthusiasm. Their lips struggled to hold against each other as their tongues battled feverishly, licking and lapping at teeth, gums, lips, and each other. Their drool pooled together, spilling out and running down Vinyl’s chin.

Kissing Vinyl was everything Octavia had thought it would be – everything it had been last night, and much more. Even her most deeply rooted inhibitions had surrendered the instant Vinyl’s lips had touched hers, and now every fiber of her being was intent on experiencing the mare beneath her. Her lips and mouth worked to express the longing and affection she’d been trying to deny herself for the last few days. Her hooves stroked the unicorn’s coat lovingly, as if she were admiring the texture of a fine silk dress. Her lungs inhaled Vinyl’s scent, one that must have always been there, but that she’d never truly known until this moment. It intoxicated her with lust.

Octavia ground her body against Vinyl’s, the warmth and friction she was making with the other mare warming her entire body. The days of repressed and not-so-repressed desire rushed into her body all at once, stirring her to move more and more. Octavia needed to feel her, to taste her. She wanted to moan with her, and make her moan. She wanted to fuck her, and she felt as if she’d go crazy soon if she didn’t. The mare beneath shifting and bucking up against her told her the feeling wasn’t hers alone.

Vinyl finally broke away from the kiss. “I think we should take this to the couch,” she panted, giving Octavia’s neck a meaningful nip. Octavia’s head was already spinning so fast she could only comply. She staggered to her feet, reluctantly breaking contact with the warm body beneath her, and walked to the couch. She’d barely gotten her forehooves on the upholstery when she felt Vinyl push her from behind, rolling her onto her back.

Their bodies once again pressed against each other – this time Vinyl’s weight pinned Octavia against the cushions. That passionate electricity once more jolted through the earth mare as Vinyl’s mouth reclaimed hers. One of Vinyl’s hooves wrapped around the back of her head, while the other began traveling down her body, trailing fire wherever it went. It gently stroked her withers before moving slowly down her side, occasionally stopping to massage her skin in small circles. Finally, the hoof reached her flank, and gave it a firm press. Octavia squeaked into Vinyl’s mouth. She wrapped her forelegs tighter around Vinyl’s neck, trying to beg the unicorn to continue as she was without breaking their kiss.

Octavia had fantasized about the taste and the texture and the pressure of Vinyl’s tongue and lips and mouth. And she’d fantasized about the weight of her body, pinning and subduing her with its warm mass, and about the traveling hoof that lit sparks everywhere it touched. But her fantasies had never accounted for the sound of Vinyl’s voice. It moaned and groaned into her mouth as their kiss became sloppier and more feverish. Finally their lips broke apart, leaving only their tongues clashing in the open air, and the voice came in ragged, lustful rasps and pants. It was pure sex in sonic form, as if Octavia’s ears had become another pleasure center, and only Vinyl could stroke them.

As Vinyl’s tongue danced with Octavia’s and her hoof continued fondling the cellist’s flanks, one of the unicorn’s hind legs worked its way in between the earth pony’s thighs, spreading them open. With a lustful growl, Vinyl raised her knee to press against Octavia’s crotch.

“Oh gods.” Octavia’s head fell back, and she let out a moan as the building need in her nethers finally found attention. Her hips bucked and twitched subconsciously, trying to increase the contact, but Vinyl merely lowered her leg out of reach. Octavia’s eyes shot open to find Vinyl staring down at her with a mischievous smirk.

“Wow, Tavi, you’re really wet down there,” she taunted. “You’ve been waiting a while for this, haven’t you?” Octavia glowered at her, trying to look intimidating despite her panting.

“Are you going to continue making brilliant observations,” she finally managed to say, “or are you going to do something about it?”

“All in good time, my dear,” Vinyl’s smirk grew. She leaned down and began kissing against Octavia’s neck. She licked and kissed at the soft flesh, occasionally punctuating her oral massages with a gentle bite. As she did, the hoof that had been pressing against Octavia’s bottom began inching its way around to her front. It moved without urgency, frequently stopping to massage the abdomen underneath it, causing Octavia to groan with frustrated arousal. She squeaked and whinnied at the feeling of Vinyl’s mouth against her skin, and the building anticipation of the hoof against her. Finally, finally, it dipped down towards her crotch, tracing circles around her lower lips. It traveled ever closer to the center, slickening itself with her leaking juices as it went. Finally, it reached her lips, and gave one light stroke from back to front before it pulled away. Octavia’s head shot up.

“Gods damn you VinAH!” she screamed as Vinyl’s knee returned to her entrance, pressing firmly against her pussy and grinding against it. Her head fell back and her tongue rolled out of her mouth as the pressure against her lips and her clit sent waves of pleasure washing over her. Juices rushed out of her slit, coating the leg that assaulted it. Octavia rocked her body in time with Vinyl’s thrusts, the friction between their bodies serving only as a pleasant side-effect of pushing herself harder against Vinyl’s knee.

Vinyl straddled her leg, rubbing her own slit against the appendage. Octavia was only barely aware of the juices that trailed from Vinyl’s wanting pussy onto her leg as the unicorn began rocking her hips, stimulating them both with powerful thrusts. The unicorn’s moans mixed with Octavia’s own desperate cries, joining with the dozen other stimulations in her mind to become a single, formless veil of pleasure. Her own hips pitched and rocked counter to Vinyl’s, forcing their crotches against the assailing thighs harder. Occasionally, her leg spasmed upwards, jolting into the unicorn’s clit to her vocal approval.

Finally, Vinyl’s thrusting ceased. Octavia had only enough time to begin to form a question about why before Vinyl’s hoof reacquainted itself with her vagina. Rather than spending any time tracing or teasing the entrance, this time it made a beeline for her center, piercing her lips and ramming into her tunnel with one quick stroke.

“AH!” The feeling of Vinyl’s hoof penetrating her transcended all of Octavia’s fantasies. She could only scream and moan and hold her own hooves against her entrance as the intruder quickly began thrusting in and out, mercilessly hoof-fucking her soaking pussy. Vinyl once again ground her slit against Octavia’s leg, stimulating her own clit with her movements as her hoof went to town on her lover’s hole. With her eyes squeezed shut, Octavia didn’t see the mouth that descended onto her own, but she gladly accepted its contact even as she continued to moan into it. Her own mouth hung open limply for Vinyl’s tongue to press into.

Overwhelmed by the pleasure of being filled by the rampaging appendage, Octavia’s lower body began to convulse, and her forehooves fiercely rubbed against her own clit. Vinyl responded to her increasing enthusiasm, driving her hoof into Octavia so hard that the weight pressing on top of the earth pony was the only thing keeping her from scooting up the couch. Octavia felt pressure building in her loins, and knew she was approaching her climax. She tried to communicate her nearing end to her partner, but could only manage a few desperate moans.

Octavia wasn’t sure if Vinyl got the message when the unicorn broke the kiss with a hungry grunt, and their bodies separated. A moment later, the earth pony screamed and her entire body convulsed as she felt a warm tongue envelope her clitoris.

“Oh yes, Vinyl! Vinyl!” she cried, grasping onto her lover’s name as waves of pleasure threatened to send her spinning into oblivion. The hoof probed deeper and faster into her as the tongue lapped ferociously against her pleasure button. Octavia bit her hoof as Vinyl began to twist and prod with every thrust, as if she was searching for something. Suddenly, the unicorn’s hoof brushed past a sensitive spot. Octavia screamed louder than she had all night, and her lower body spasmed out of control. Vinyl must have taken this as a good sign, because her hoof zeroed in on that spot, assaulting it fast and relentlessly. Octavia could only continue to scream and grip the couch with her hooves.

Octavia’s world began to go fuzzy from the overwhelming stimulation. Her pleasure mounted like an ocean behind a dam, begging for it to break but unable to let go. With one final, plunging thrust of Vinyl’s hoof, the pressure became too much, and her world was sent spinning. The feeling of her body spasming wildly, and even the sound of her own orgasming scream were lost to her as her consciousness was swept away in a numbing euphoria.

After what must have been several minutes of utter pleasure, Octavia’s awareness slowly returned to her. She felt her hind legs give way, finally allowing her back to stop arching. Her lungs instinctively gulped down air, fighting to rush oxygen back to her addled brain. After a few moments of recovery, she opened her eyes to find Vinyl hovering over her, gazing down at her tenderly.

“Hey, gorgeous,” Vinyl cooed. “Welcome back.”

The unicorn was still panting slightly herself, and the slightly glazed over look in her eyes said that she’d been just as swept up in the intensity of the moment as Octavia had been. Vinyl’s chin and neck hair looked to be matted in some kind of thick, clear fluid. Octavia realized what it must have been, but she no longer had the presence of mind even to blush.

“’D I do that?” she mumbled, her speech slurred by exhaustion.

“Mhmm,” Vinyl nodded, raising her eyebrows. “It was pretty wild. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anypony cum that hard, mare or stallion. I must have done something right.”

“That’s a good way to put it,” Octavia agreed with a grin. They were silent for a moment, gazing into each others’ eyes.

“So, do you wanna go out some time?” Vinyl asked. Octavia couldn’t help but giggle. Grinning, Vinyl lay down next to her and nuzzled against her. Octavia managed to compose herself enough to answer.

“Fine,” she agreed with a last chuckle. “But only if we get to do this part again. You didn’t get your turn, and there are some unspeakable things I’ve been wanting to do to you lately.”

“You’ve got a deal,” Vinyl smirked. Octavia turned onto her side, looking into those wonderful red eyes. She reached out a hoof and gently stroked Vinyl’s mane.

“Although,” Octavia added, “there are some nice things I want to do, too.” She couldn’t quite place the look that came over Vinyl’s face when she said that. But in a flash the DJ’s smirk was back.

“Fine, but we have got to do the unspeakable things. That’s kind of a deal maker for me.”

Octavia giggled again. She leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on Vinyl’s snout.

“Count on it.”