In a Cello Mood

Dear Diary,

She didn’t-! Oh Celestia… She didn’t! I mean, I did, and uh, it was really good, but Vinyl… Vinyl didn’t, uh, um, orgasm. And it was all my fault! All. My. Fault! I should have done something… Oh, I dunno, I should have sexed her in some way too! But I didn’t! I mean, sure, first tries aren’t the best, but… Uh.

So, let’s face it. Our first sex was brief, abrupt, and unfair to Vinyl. I can’t imagine how she must feel. I just… orgasmed, and then I fell asleep. Stupid, stupid, stupid! I should have stayed awake, no, I should have woken her up too, and, uh, sexed her in some manner!

The one thing I can’t understand is how she can be so cheerful when she didn’t-! Ugh!

***

“I just had sex!”

The little house had seen it all. It had seen Octavia at her best and worst. It had heard shouts and yells and arguments and singing and drunken tirades. The walls should be used to such things already. But the walls had never heard Vinyl singing on top of her lungs, trying to accompany herself on a cello - without a bow.

“And it felt so good!”

Octavia blushed as thickly as she could, burying her face in her hooves as she sat at breakfast with her mother and the butler. Okay. This can’t get more awkward.

“When she let me put my tongue insi-ide he-er!”

“Okay.” Octavia raised her head, avoiding looking at either Eleanore or Jeffrey. “This madness has to stop.” She quickly excused herself and stormed up to her bedroom. Upon entering it, she saw, indeed, her marefriend, Vinyl Scratch, trying to play the cello like a guitar, and singing her vocal chords out. “Vinyl,” Octavia tried loudly.

“I just had se-e-e-ex!”

“VINYL!” Octavia roared, throwing herself towards the DJ, and grabbing the cello out of her hooves. “This. Has. To. Stop!” She placed the cello in its rightful place in the corner on a stand. The cellist glared at her marefriend, but, upon seeing the look in Vinyl’s eyes, melted. “Uh. Sorry, Vinyl. It’s just that Mom and Jeffrey… I don’t think this is the kind of song you should sing with them around.”

“But they’re totally cool with us having sex, right?” Vinyl enquired hopefully. “I mean... “ Vinyl raised her hoof. “I mean, they’re cool with it, right?”

Octavia sighed heavily. “They don’t know about it.” She amended, “Well, at least they didn’t know about it until you began to sing.” The grey pony sighed again. She sat on the bed and patted the spot next to her, inviting her marefriend over. “Vinyl,” she said very seriously. “I… I’m sorry.”

Vinyl blinked obliviously as she tried to scrutinise Octavia’s look. “Uhm… Okay? I mean, it was my fault too, singing this loud with-”

“No, no, no.” Octavia shook her head, averting her eyes in sheer shame. “I am sorry that you… didn’t… uhm. Yesterday.” She looked at Vinyl hopefully, praying that the white pony would get the hint.

However, it is Vinyl we’re talking about, so no sign of sentience crossed the white pony’s forehead. “I didn’t what?” she asked cheerfully, feeling glad she was off the hook about taking her marefriend’s cello.

“You didn’t…” Octavia lowered her voice, looking around cautiously. “Orgasm,” she whispered, a thick blush covering her cheeks. “I should have, um, returned the favour, but I, uh…” The pony threw her hooves in the air desperately and shielded her face.

Vinyl tapped at the barricade lightly. “Tavi? You are being silly.” She tapped again, and Octavia revealed her face that was on the verge of tears. “Tavi…” The DJ wrapped her cellist in a tight embrace. “You’re being a silly pony. It was our first time. It was guaranteed to suck.” Octavia blinked, wondering how Vinyl had just managed to pronounce such a difficult word. “We’ll have many more, and you’ll definitely have the opportunity to well…” She grinned. “Toot my flute properly.”

Octavia’s gaze grew sterner. “Vinyl.” She pointed at the white pony accusingly. “Never. Ever. Call our lovemaking that.”

Vinyl rubbed the back of her head sheepishly. “Gotcha.”

***

“We’re going to a strip club.”

Octavia blinked as the four ponies made their way along the road. “We’re going where?” she questioned, trying to realise the concept of a strip club. “I thought we were going drinking?”

“There will be drinking,” Lyra confirmed with a grin, “but there will also be hot, sexy mares there. Who will be taking off their clothing.” Lyra wink winked and nudge nudged her marefriend, who rolled her eyes. “Come on, Octavia, we all know you’re lusting for some mares to appear before you totally naked.”

Octavia lifted her forehoof. “Um. We all are totally naked, all the time. How is that supposed to be sexy?” She glanced at her DJ, who merely shrugged and generally decided to roll with whatever Lyra had planned. “All right, we’ll see.”

Right in front of the club - which, coincidentally, was located in the basement of a large block of flats - stood a gruff stallion whose face gave a strong impression that he ate concrete blocks for breakfast. The four ponies approached him warily.

Just as Lyra stepped across the red line on the ground, the stallion glared at her with extreme intensity and extended his hoof, blocking the way. “The club is full for tonight,” he said in an unusually high voice that would otherwise make Octavia laugh - if this were a different situation.

“Oh,” Lyra fluttered her eyelashes, “I’m sure they’ll find just one little table for us…” She tried to pass again, but the stallion blocked the way himself:

“Did you book a table in advance?”

“No, but-” Lyra tried, but the stallion blocked the ponies’ way.

“None shall pass,” he announced in that high-pitched voice of his. Octavia couldn’t help but snicker. As she saw the look of extreme annoyance on the security pony’s face, she immediately wished she hadn’t.

“So, Lyra,” Vinyl whispered as the four mares all took a step backwards. “What’s the plan now?”

“Well, now,” Lyra began in a hushed tone, “Vinyl, Bon-Bon, and I wait until nightfall, then leap-”

Suddenly, a familiar voice drew the attention of everypony around:

“Let them in, they’re with me.”

The stallion took one glance at the mare speaking, and immediately stepped aside. “Of course, Miss-”

“Spitfire!” Octavia exclaimed, looking at the lean, muscular pegasus mare that smiled at her and waved. “I haven’t seen you in ages!” She turned to her friends happily. “Guys, this is Spitfire,” she wrapped her hoof around the amber-maned pegasus, “my foalhood friend.” She looked at the mare and laughed. “Oh my Celestia, Spits, is it really you?” She hugged the mare awkwardly and pointed at her companions in turn. “This is Lyra, this is her marefriend Bon-Bon, and this uncouth unicorn is my marefriend Vinyl.”

Vinyl waved at the pegasus, smiling obliviously, absolutely certain that “uncouth” stood for something good. Then her eyes fell on Spitfire’s rump. And lingered there.

“Pleased to meet you all,” Spitfire said with a smile.

“Uuh.” Vinyl’s eyes moved, with difficulty, from the yellow mare’s flank. “Yes…” she drawled, eyeing the muscles beneath that shining coat. “Pleased… to meet you.”

Spitfire caught the look and smiled knowingly. “Should we get going?”

***

Spitfire!

I haven’t seen her in ages! While the show might have been somewhat arousing, me and her just talked and talked all through the night. Lyra and Bon-Bon went to the bathroom, together, for reasons I don’t want to comprehend now, and Vinyl… Vinyl was acting weird.

It felt as if she liked my friend, but at the same time she looked very distant. Never looked her in the eye. I wonder if she’s jealous. How silly it would be! Me and Spitfire! Ha!

One way or another, she invited Vinyl and me over for a meal tomorrow. I guess I’ll put on my special magenta bow tie.

Octavia Philarmonica, October 10th