In a Cello Mood

Dear Diary,

Why on earth did I eat breakfast?

I mean, I know that it’s all about nutrition and stuff, and it’s best if you eat breakfast every day, but why did I eat breakfast before going to Spitfire’s? I mean, sure, Vinyl did eat breakfast with me… but it’s Vinyl we’re talking about! She’s insatiable! ...Which reminds me to try out my sexing technique tonight…

Celestia, that sounded so lame. I mean we are about to f- f- f- have sex. Very defiantly.

Ugh!

How can I have sex when I’m stuffed!

***

“Uh, I’m stuffed.”

Octavia pushed away the plate with the cake, eyeing it with lasting sadness. I have failed you, cake. I ate you but I didn’t finish you. Forgive me for my sins, cake. Octavia lowered her head somberly. Forgive me.

With effort, the cellist looked up and around the only room in the flat. Granted, it wasn’t exactly Spitfire's - the mare was renting it for the time being - but it was spacious and a penthouse at that!

“So,” Octavia asked while Vinyl tried, vainly, to conceal a burp, “What exactly are you doing here in the city?” She yawned and, with a final glance, pulled the cake up to herself again. “I mean, you lived in Cloudsdayle, right?”

Spitfire poured some more tea to Octavia and herself, then licked her lips for some reason and poured some tea to Vinyl. “How many pieces of sugar will you have, Vinyl?”

“Uh,” Vinyl said elaborately, staring at the muscles of Spitfire’s broad foreshoulders. “Yes.”

Spitfire laughed and put one piece of sugar, flicking her tail against Vinyl’s back for some reason. Octavia needed only a quick glance to make the plot fall:

“Spitfire, darling, please stop visually molesting my marefriend,” Octavia asked with a smile, but with a touch of steel in her eyes.

However, Spitfire banished those fears with a wave of a hoof. “Oh, don’t worry, Octavia. I would never do anything to your marefriend without you also taking part.” She winked and leant in, making Octavia at the same time very uncomfortable and comfortable. “But if you need an experienced mare to help you…” She traced Octavia’s chin with her hoof, much to Vinyl’s awe (the little pony in Vinyl’s head started taking notes), and grinned. “You know whom to call on.”

“I- ugh, yes!” Octavia laughed artificially, looking to Vinyl apologetically, even though the unicorn did not expect an apology. (Only a continuation! the little pony in Vinyl’s head claimed.) “Of course. I, um, didn’t know you were a filly-fooler.” The cellist took a big bite of cake to chew on, despite herself.

“I’m not,” Spitfire clarified, putting a piece of sugar into her tea. “Since I’ve been with the Wonderbolts…” She lifted her head, counting. “That was when I turned eighteen, so two years ago… I’ve been with five mares, two stallions, a female zebra and a male griffin.” She smiled broadly. “We Wonderbolts love to sleep around.”

Octavia gulped, her face paling as the little pony in her head counted. “Yes. That’s… I see that.”

“You’ve been with a zigga?” Vinyl asked suddenly, drawing both mares’ attention. Spitfire lifted her brow. “Um, I mean… Aren’t they…” The little pony in her head put on a white mask: Inferior? “Cool,” she amended, trying to counter her faulty upbringing. “Ziggas are totally cool. Just like griffins. Wow is there cake?” The DJ swiftly grabbed the plate and dug into the sweet treat.

“Well…” Spitfire cleared her throat. “Anyway. The Wonderbolts are doing a few shows here in the city so I’ll be stuck here for a couple months. But hey!” She smiled warmly at Octavia. “Isn’t it great that my friend Octavia is here with her marefriend to make it easier…” She pouted (very sexily, the little pony in Octavia’s head noticed). “For me…” She fluttered her eyelashes, sending certain parts of both Octavia and Vinyl on fire. “To stay here?”

“Yes…” Octavia whispered, exchanging a look with her marefriend. “Very… great.”

***

“Admit it!”

Vinyl poked Octavia’s side, and the cellist rolled over with a groan. “No!”

“Admit it!” Vinyl poked the cellist’s rump again, a little harder this time. “Come on, Tavi, admit it! You were totally thinking about rutting Spitfire!”

“No!” Octavia rolled back, glaring into Vinyl’s pools of magenta. “I was not! You, however, looked like you were a deer in heat! You were, you were undressing her with your eyes!” Octavia extended her hoof, pointing at the white mare.

Vinyl blinked at the accusation and pushed the hoof away. “Tavi, we don’t wear clothes. And yes,” she continued defiantly, “I may have had a couple sexy thoughts about your friend. But that’s just cause she’s so damn hot!” Vinyl flailed her hooves in the air desperately. “She was- ugh! Did you see those muscles?”

“Oh. Yes. I. Did.” Octavia closed her eyes and sighed. “Well. Yes. I did think that. But that’s weird. She’s my foalhood friend! It would be wrong to, you know?”

“But think about it…” Vinyl rubbed Octavia’s belly as she purred into her ear: “You, me, Spitfire… And maybe a leather belt and some hoofcuffs…”

“Yes…” Octavia melted under Vinyl’s touch. “That would be…” Her eyes shot wide open. “Improper,” she said immediately. “Totally improper.”

“Well, if you say so.” Vinyl shrugged. Then grinned. “Hey. Somepony was saying something about ‘returning the favour’?”

“She might…” Octavia poked her marefriend back. “She even might…” Octavia licked her lips. “Overexert herself…” She rolled over and ended up on top of the unicorn. She kissed the mare’s neck passionately. “She might even tell you what ‘to overexert’ means…”

“Yes, baby.” Vinyl nuzzled into the grey mare’s fur. “Tell me about those long, complicated words…” Like ‘Disillusionment’, the little pony in her head suggested. Or ‘Octahedron’.

With her magic, Vinyl reached for the switch and turned off the light.

***

She didn’t! Again! And this time it was all my fault! Why am I so bad at sexing her? All the way, she was distant and, and, and she didn’t-! She didn’t come! I’ve never been so ashamed before. Will she dump me? Oh, I’m sure the first thing she does tomorrow when she wakes up will be to leave me forever!

And she will be right! Such a bad, lousy marefriend like me - who needs such a marefriend who can’t even make her marefriend orgasm? I tried! I really, really tried! But I- No, all of that sounds like excuses. I don’t know whom to talk to. I need to learn to be better at sex… But who has more experience? Experience with multiple partners, so she could… just…

Oh. Ooooooh. Of course.

a very smart Octavia, October 11th