In a Cello Mood

Dear Diary,

It is afternoon, and we are about to do it. We really, really are about to do it. On the one hoof, I want it. I want it so much. On the other hoof, I am scared like there’s no tomorrow. Today is the today, I keep telling myself. Jeffrey and Mom are gone for a few hours, and Vinyl has just gone to the bathroom to shower. After that, well…

Oh Celestia. Will it hurt? Lyra’s directions were pretty precise, but… Well, with what I said to Beauty Brass anyway… Ah, to hell with it! I have to take a leap of faith. Dive into the unknown.

At least the exam wasn’t that hard…

***

“Well, the exam wasn’t that hard.”

Octavia left the room with Lyra and Bon-Bon by her side, smiling at whatever awaited her after the exam. What wouldn’t await her was this: the voicing of the results, the horror that haunted all first-years. Instead, what awaited her was one more exam, and then a grand boozy celebration. The little pony in Octavia’s head put on a cap: Yarr! Rum!

No, Octavia thought. Never again.

“Of course it wasn’t hard,” Beauty’s voice reached the ponies’ ears. The mare in question flashed past the group, holding her head up primly. “For an antisocial nerd like you.” Before Octavia could retort, Beauty went into the bathroom.

“The nerve!” Octavia spat. “The audacity!”

Just as she decided to throw off a tirade, the door to the next classroom opened, and out stormed a very excited Vinyl, who ran up to the cellist and threw her hooves around the mare, knocking her off her hooves. Quite literally. “Tavi Tavi Tavi Tavi!” the white pony chanted, while Lyra laughed and Octavia just remained there on the floor, pinned by her marefriend. “I got an A! They liked the way I, uh, the way I interacted with the ‘audience’ and, well, I got a ninety!”

“That’s great, Vinyl!” Octavia replied cheerfully, nuzzling her marefriend, much to the ‘aww’ of Bon-Bon. “I’m glad you passed with merit, but I knew you would!” With reluctance, she tried to push off the excited mare, but she paid no heed.

“That’s great news, Vinyl,” Lyra confirmed, grinning widely. “Not as great as that settlement-”

“Oh, look at the plebeians exchanging pleasantries the plebeian way.” Beauty huffed, attempting to walk by. But Octavia grunted and, pushing Vinyl off her, stood up, blocking the mare’s way.

“How was the exam, Beauty?” Octavia asked, feigning politeness. “I hope your relationship with my best friend did not hinder your preparations.

“It was easy,” Beauty answered plainly, with a huff, “but not as easy as it was for you.” She paused, tapping her hoof against Octavia’s chest. “Nerd.”

"Do you want to know why the exam was so easy for me?" Octavia hissed, victorious noted inhibiting her intonation as she stepped closer to the mare, advancing on her in slow, pointed steps.

"Why?" Beauty asked, assuming a defensive state, backing down a little. “Because you’re a nerd who doesn’t do anything but study?

"Because," Octavia spoke victoriously, grabbing a very surprised Vinyl by the waist, "we had wonderful sex just the night before." She licked her lips and smacked them. "And it felt so good."

"You?" Bea chuckled, waving her hoof. "You are the biggest nerd this university has ever seen. You," she pointed at the grey mare, "are the synonym for antisocial. I’ve been asking about you. You didn’t have any friends at school. Don't tell me you-"

"You know," Vinyl spoke up, "we did have sex this night. And, uh, it was really good," she confirmed with a smug grin. "And guess what? We both had an orgasm." She pondered. "Twice."

Beauty's eyes widened a little. "Uhm." She blushed almost invisibly. "C-can you do that? Can you orgasm twice?"

Now, Octavia had fully regained her newfound confidence. "I'm not a politician with cheap slogans," she said, "But yes. You. Can."

Bea opened her mouth to say something, but, instead, settled on huffing and walking away. Octavia cheered silently and scored a point for team V-O. "Thanks for playing along, Vinyl," she said warmly as she wrapped the white mare in a tight, warm embrace.

"Yeaaah." Vinyl scratched the back of her head and looked at her marefriend reluctantly. "Tavi? When, um.” She sighed, averting her eyes. “When will we actually have sex?"

"Um." Octavia blushed slightly. "Well, um. L-lyra was pretty precise about it... I guess..." She panted a little, feeling the hall about her suddenly heat up. "M-maybe we could c-celebrate the exam, you know, I mean, we could, just, we could, I mean-"

Vinyl shut her up, pressing her hoof against Octavia's lips. "Shush, you silly pony. We don't need to rush it." Even though I want it like woah. “We’ll do it when you want it.”

"Bweh a ww t woo," Octavia said.

"What?" Vinyl blinked, then, upon a realisation, withdrew her hoof with a giggle.

"But I want it, tonight," Octavia repeated, now her face fully pink. "I. I really want to do it with you." She fell silent for a moment. "We... I guess we won't need horn condoms for?"

"No." Vinyl shook her head.

"No." Octavia nodded. She nodded again. "Good."

***

Vinyl pinned her mare to the bed, keeping in mind Lyra’s explanations, but not letting them disrupt the natural flow of things. She grinned at the flustered mare and gifted her with a strong, passionate kiss. Without breaking the kiss, she slid her hoof down to massage Octavia’s flanks.

The cellist moaned into the kiss, grinding against the white pony subconsciously, her wildest desire to prolong the pleasure. She grabbed Vinyl with one of her legs, placing it onto the white pony’s back.

Vinyl took the hint and, breaking the kiss leant over to Octavia’s ear, whispered, “Are you ready?”

Thoughts rushed through the cellist’s head, thoughts of what they were about to do, and whether they had to do it. But she just smiled eventually and nodded resolutely. “Born ready.”

Vinyl lowered her position, planting small kisses on Octavia’s belly, making the cellist shiver in delight. Her hoof made its way to Octavia’s nethers, rubbing the region very very lightly. Octavia moaned and arched her back.

Finally, Vinyl decided to stop the games and, withdrawing for one second, pressed her lips against the prize. Grinning, she dug in.

Octavia screamed.

***

I just had sex! And it felt good! In fact, it felt better than playing the cello. It was like eating a big bag of chips and then finding another one and then you learn you've enrolled in the Royal Orchestra and Sineightra knocks at the door to sing to you personally - all at the same time. And even better!

Sweet Celestia, I love Vinyl so much. She... she is such a good marefriend. Such a sweet pony. She is snoozing in bed with me now. I love her so, so much. My lover.

I want to make breakfast tomorrow so I'll probably go to sleep now. And, by Vinyl's side, I know I'll sleep well tonight.

- Vinyl's Octavia, October 9th