In a Cello Mood

Dear Diary,

I’m eighteen, I’m eighteen, I’m eighteen! Look at me, I am a grown adult mare now! I can go and buy beer and tobacco and go buy adult magazines and vote! Though, to think about it, I could buy beer anyway, and I don’t smoke, and there’s no way in hell I’m buying an adult magazine, and we don’t really have elections all that often…

Anyway! Still. I am eighteen! This is a beautiful morning, and - allow me to be selfish today, it’s my day after all - I cannot wait to see all the presents and especially what Vinyl has prepared for me!

Now that sounded more like a foal than a mature adult mare, but I don’t care. You want to know why?

Because I am eighteen! Woo-hoo!

***

“I am eighteen!” Octavia yelled, jumping onto her bed and springing up and down. “I am an adult!” She pointed her hoof at the far wall. “Hear ye, hear ye, Octavia Philarmonica is a grown mare!”

In a few minutes, growing both tired and embarrassed of her show of emotion, she quickly looked over the room and stormed outside, descending the steps quickly enough to stumble a couple times.

However, this did not hinder her enthusiasm, as she stormed into the living room. “Mom! Jeffrey! Vinyl!” she called out, making sure the whole house would hear her. And probably the neighbours, a very sleepy pony inside Octavia’s head muttered before covering her ear with a pillow. “I’m eighteen! I’m mature, and adult, and-”

And Vinyl left the kitchen and walked up to her. Octavia blinked. Then she blinked again. Her mouth fell slightly open as she tried to form some coherent thought. Indeed, it was her marefriend leaving the kitchen. Only it was her marefriend is a (quite revealing) black-and-white maid outfit, an outfit, Octavia noted with warmness in certain parts of her body, that accentuated the open flank perfectly while still being right enough to show the muscles on Vinyl’s forelegs. “V-vinyl?”

“Oh!” Vinyl blinked, levitating the glass of orange juice away. “Good morning, Mistress! How was your night?” The pony trotted towards Octavia, fluttering her eyelashes in what seemed to Octavia a seductive manner. “I have made you orange juice, Mistress!” With that, Vinyl offered her marefriend a glass of juice.

“V-Vinyl?” Octavia took a hesitant sip from the glass, trying to understand what was going on. “W-what are you doing in, um, such an outfit?” She backed down a little as Vinyl advanced on her.

“Oh, just, you know…” Vinyl licked her lips, for some reason. “Serving my Mistress? I’m a good maid, I am!” Vinyl fluttered her eyelashes again - a strange gesture that make Octavia feel all strange and weird and warm in some places that better not be mentioned aloud. “Have I served you well, Mistress? It’s a glass of special birthday orange juice!”

That’s… just juice. Octavia took another sip. Nope, does not contain alcohol. “Um, thank you?” The cellist blinked again at the weirdness of the situation. “Thank you, Vinyl, the juice is delicious.”

Vinyl gave her marefriend a big grin. “Oh, I’m so happy Mistress likes her treat! It would be rather unfortunate if Mistress had to…” Vinyl wiggled her flank, making Octavia blush comfortably. “Spank me…” Vinyl wiggled her flank some more, making Octavia even warmer in unspeakable places.

“W-why would I…” Octavia gulped, her eyes locked on her marefriend’s sexy rump. “Why would I spank you?..” She stared at the big, round, inviting plot before her. “S-such… I mean…” Following some higher bidding, Octavia took a step forth and grabbed the flank in her front hooves, massaging it, rubbing it, enjoying herself immensely. Dear Celestia, what is wrong with me?..

“M-mistress?” Vinyl half-asked, half-moaned as she froze in place, enjoying Octavia’s attention. “Yes, Mistress, please…”

“Miss, I’ve just been to the grocery store and-”

Jeffrey froze in place, his eyes drawn to the spectacle before him. Octavia froze as well, her hooves still on Vinyl’s flank. Vinyl the maid froze even stiffer, her eyes on the butler. Finally, Jeffrey took a step back, then another one, then disappeared out of the room altogether, all without breaking eye contact.

For a while, the two ponies just stood there, Octavia’s hooves on Vinyl’s flank. “You know,” Vinyl said finally, “I think it would be better if we tabled this dress for… later.” She winked at the confused cellist. “You know, for sexy times.”

“Why would we dress up for, um, sexy times?” Octavia wondered aloud, her mind conjuring different possibilities. “I mean, wouldn’t we have to be, uhm, naked? I mean, to, um. You know.”

“Oh, Tavi~” Vinyl cooed, rubbing her flank against her marefriend’s. “You are soooo innocent~ In fact…” She nibbled on Octavia’s ear, making the grey mare exhale in bliss. “You are so innocent that it turns me on…”

“V-Vinyl?” Octavia stammered, feeling her marefriend’s hot flank rubbing against hers. “I mean… I…”

“Okay,” Vinyl concluded, taking a step away. “Too cute and too sexy. I need to take a shower. Now.” She began undressing - which, for some reason, made the warm places at Octavia’s body even warmer. “Time for a good old steamy clop session in the shower!” Vinyl grinned widely.

“W-wha…” Octavia was still stiff, frozen in place as she watched her DJ march, naked, in the direction of the shower. “But I…”

“Oh?” Vinyl smiled at her mare, booping her nose. “Wanna join in?”

Octavia felt her breath caught in her throat. “I…” No! a little angel on Octavia’s shoulder said resolutely. Yes, of course! a little devil on the other shoulder claimed. “I’ll wash your back if you don’t clop while I do it,” the cellist offered with a degree of finality. “How does that sound?” She smiled at the DJ.

The DJ smiled back. “That sounds awesome.”

***

“I demand more whisky!” Octavia slammed her hoof at the table very lightly, in a motion that bore completely no sound, and hiccuped. The pony looked around sternly, her gaze lingering for a second on Vinyl’s smiling face, Frederic’s withdrawn face, Lyra’s grinning face and Bon-Bon’s concerned face.

“Tavi, don’t you think you shouldn’t get wasted at your own birthday?” Vinyl suggested carefully, pushing away her plate that looked like it had just been licked clean. Mostly because it had just been licked clean.

“Your mistress demands more whisky!” Octavia glared at the white unicorn sternly, motioning for the waiter. “Please repeat that.” She tapped at her glass.

“Mistress?” Bon-Bon blinked obliviously.

Lyra wrapped her hoof around her marefriend. “I’ll tell you later. It may or may not have something to do with role-play.” Turning to Octavia, “You do know that you technically turn eighteen the day after your birthday, right?”

“This witch shall be silenced!” Octavia exclaimed, pointing an accusing hoof at the mint mare. “She who speaketh against the Queen, speaketh against…” Octavia fell silent. “The Queen!” she proclaimed finally. “And everypony knows that nopony speaketh against the Queen.”

Octavia glared in turn at every pony, making Bon-Bon shiver under the gaze, Lyra shrug, and Vinyl throw her hoof in the air. “No!” she shouted. “We will overcome this tyranny!” Swiftly, she leant in and kissed Octavia on the lips, leaving “The Queen” silenced and, frankly, rather goofy. “Democracy for all! With hayburgers! And eagles! And freedom!”

“What do eagles have to do with democracy?” Bon-Bon whispered to her marefriend.

Lyra shrugged. “It was expected.”

Meanwhile, Octavia had managed to come to her senses, and glared at her marefriend with newfound malice. Made-up malice, a lawyer pony in her head amended. You see, Your Honour, nothing to worry about. “Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!”

“Oh!” Lyra’s ears perked up. “I know that line! It’s from-”

“It would take a saint not to betray you, Octavia Philarmonica.”

Quickly, all gazes were drawn to the mare who had approached the table, a very familiar mare, a blue earth pony with a neat brown mane. “Beauty Brass,” Octavia hissed with quite real malice.

“Behaving like this in such an establishment?” Beauty tsked audibly. “I knew that you were devoid of manners, but to such an extent?”

Seeing where this was going, Vinyl reached out and grabbed Octavia before the grey mare could reach for the knife and stab the blue pony to death. And then I’d have to commit a crime too to get in the same cell so that we can have sex with each other, and not with some dirty inmates… “Octavia, please. She’s not worth it.”

“Beauty, what have gotten into you?” Frederic finally spoke up sternly, watching as the mare had just noticed that it was him, and how the pure evil on her muzzle changed into an expression of confusion and misunderstanding. “Octavia is my very best friend. What has happened between you two?”

“Don’t talk to her!” Octavia demanded, glaring daggers at Frederic. “She is a witch, and she shall be burned!” Then, a realisation hit her like a truck. What’s a truck? a little pony in Octavia’s head wondered. “Wait. How do you know-”

“I’m sorry, Freddie,” Beauty chimed in with what seemed like remorse on her face. “I didn’t know you two knew each other.” Then, she did something that made Octavia freeze in place, opening her mouth and closing it like a fish out of water: she came up to Frederic and kissed him straight on the lips.

“What is going on here?” Vinyl demanded, her eyes shifting from Octavia to Beauty to Frederic to Octavia again. “Can somepony explain?”

“I would,” Lyra chimed in, “but that would break the suspense.” She wrapped her hoof around Bon-Bon. “Everypony likes suspense, right? Though,” she rubbed her chin, “that kiss kinda made this obvious. If I were making the scene, I’d hold the kiss at bay for a while. You know, like in those movies when-”

“What. What is going on?!” Octavia slammed her hoof against the table, for real this time, shooing away the waiter who had come up with her whisky. “Frederic, explain!” Don’t you get it? the little pony in Octavia’s head whispered. They are-

“Beauty, this is my best friend, Octavia.” Frederic pointed at the grey mare with a sign. “Octavia, this is my marefriend, Beauty Brass.”

The silence fell over the table. Octavia was staring at Frederic, Frederic was looking at Beauty, Beauty was glaring at Vinyl, and Vinyl was looking at Octavia. In this silence, the waiter tried to approach the table again. “Your whisky, ma’am.”

The sound of the glass clicking against the table had never been louder.

***

“I don’t understand!”

Octavia rolled over with a groan, facing away from Vinyl. “I don’t understand how Frederic, my Frederic, can be dating- her!” The cellist grabbed a pillow and tossed it against the wall.

“Tavi, please calm down,” Vinyl tried to soothe her marefriend by putting a hoof on her back. Octavia shrugged the hoof away. “I’m sure Freddie will see how evil that, erm, witch, is - and he’ll dump her.”

“He won’t dump her,” Octavia explained with a sigh. “He is too much of a gentlecolt to do that. No, we need to make an evil plan to break off their relationship!” Octavia’s eyes shone with mad ideas as she quickly rolled over to look into Vinyl’s eyes. “We’ll take up Lyra and Bon-Bon and we’ll-”

“Tavi…” Vinyl drawled cautiously. “You look very very mad right now. Which is bad, because it’s still your birthday.” She pressed her hooves into Octavia’s back. “You know I care for you so much because I lo- like you.” The DJ blushed and looked aside for a moment. “So it really makes me sad that you are so obsessed with this Beauty Brass.”

“I’m not obsessed!” the cellist countered, laying her head in Vinyl’s lap, waiting for the unicorn to start brushing her hair. “I’m just… Frederic is my best friend, has always been. He’s like an older brother to me. Wouldn’t you be mad if your sibling-” Octavia stopped in horror upon realising what she had almost said. The brushing stopped for a moment, then continued. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s all right, Tavi,” Vinyl replied in a distant voice. “I didn’t mean that.”

“Can I…” Octavia gulped. Oh boy, here comes! the pony in her head exclaimed. “Can I make it up to you somehow?” She tried to keep her voice seductive, but she couldn’t get rid of the trembling. I am not suggesting that… I am not ready!

“Tavi,” Vinyl said lowly, her hooves still in Octavia’s mane. “You… You do realise what what you said means?”

Octavia gulped once again, but looked into Vinyl’s eyes with sudden determination. “Yes, Vinyl. Yes I do. And I think…” She looked away shamefully. “I think I am ready. I am not sure. But if we don’t try…” Again, determination shone in her voice. “If we don’t try this, I will never be ready. Just…” she suggested in a tiny voice. “Just be gentle with me?”

For a few moments, Vinyl stared at her marefriend, trying to come to terms with what had just been said. Then, she sighed and smiled softly at the grey mare. “No, Tavi.” Seeing Octavia’s horror, Vinyl rectified, “I mean, I will be gentle. But not today. Besides, now that you are eighteen, we have nowhere to hurry. I can legally have sex with you at, like, any time.”

“Vinyl,” Octavia smiled broadly, “you do realise that the age of consent in Equestria is sixteen, right?”

“What?” The gears in Vinyl’s head turned and turned and turned and then tumbled down. “But I… You mean, all this time…” Vinyl took a deep breath and smiled back. “Then again, it wasn’t the law that was holding me from having sex with you. I want our first time to be super-special.” She puffed her chest out a little. “And I will make it super-special! But we still have an exam tomorrow so we’d better get some sleep.”

Octavia sighed and finally relaxed. “Let’s do just that.”

***

Exam exam exam exam exam no worries just an exam I will pass it with an A how can it be otherwise I mean I am such a smart mare and smart mares go to sleep at three in the morning and not write hectically and sleepily in their diary and I really should get some sleep now but if I have to wake up in three hours anyway what’s the point I mean I am not that sleepy anyway and not worried definitely not worr~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Oct~~