In a Cello Mood

Dear Diary,

Worry worry worry! Not only did I not make my marefriend come, but I also got a B! I got a B! How dreadful! I knew I was a lousy, good-for-nothing marefriend, but now I got a B! I wish I could burn the damn letter… A B! Me, getting a B!

I won’t leave this room. I will stay here forever. It’s only morning, and I’m pretty sure I can last till night without food… And Vinyl will have to live elsewhere… Ah, who am I kidding! I woke up, and she wasn’t there, so I guess she moved away forever!

Celestia, why are you doing this to me? How miserable should I be to finally feel all right?

And now, as if on cue, somepony is knocking at my door…

***

“Go away.”

Octavia turned away from the door and sniffed, looking at the letter, which quite blandly stated that she, Octavia Philarmonica, had gotten a B for her previous examination. The cellist huffed and threw the letter away; but, paper being paper, it just floated there and descended slowly onto the bed.

“Tavi, you’re freaking me out,” came Vinyl’s voice from the other side of the door. The knocking resumed. “Jeffrey says you locked yourself up and won’t leave. What’s wrong, Tavi?”

“Everything’s wrong!” Octavia rasped, turning towards the source of the sound, her eyes puffy from crying. “Everything is wrong!” In a softer tone, she followed up: “I won’t blame you if you decide to leave me now. I deserve it.”

“What?” Vinyl’s bedazzlement could be well-heard even through the thickness of the door. “Tavi, please open the door,” came the muffled sound. “I promise I won’t leave you. I want to help.”

You can’t help me, Octavia thoughts. However, the little pony in her head took out a stick and began slapping the cellist from the inside. Go! Go! Go! The cellist obeyed and stood up, trotting to the door. With a sigh, she opened it up.

Vinyl stepped in quietly and closed the door behind her. Before Octavia could open her mouth to speak, Vinyl shushed her with a tiny kiss and led her mare to the bed. Sitting on the bed, she finally enquired, “Tavi, tell me what’s wrong. What’s the matter?”

Octavia sobbed, fearing to press her head against her marefriend whom she’d wrong - but the marefriend in question forcefully pressed her shoulder against Octavia’s head, initiating the gesture. “I… I couldn’t make you orgasm,” the cellist confessed, a terrible burden weighing on her soul. “I tried, I really did… But I failed.” The sobbing intensified, and Vinyl pressed her lips against the top of Octavia’s head. “I failed, Vinyl, because I am a bad marefriend and I cannot sex you well and if you wanna leave me right now I’ll understand!”

For a moment, Vinyl just stared at her sobbing marefriend. Then she tapped the cellist’s forehead lightly. “Is the stupid contagious?” She looked into her marefriend’s eyes scrutinisingly. “I hope it isn’t, because if it is, I’ll soon become a silly pony too.” She tapped Octavia’s forehead again, the cellist’s sobs softening. “Stop being silly, Tavi, you know very well I love you all the same, orgasm or no orgasm.”

“R-really?” Octavia asked, smiling a little, when the thought hit her, in the form of the little pony in her head screaming: She said the L-word! She said the L-word! “W-wait.” Octavia sniffed and rubbed her nose. “Do you… Do you really?”

“I love you,” Vinyl said simply, looking into Octavia’s lavender eyes with her deep, reddish magenta. “You don’t have to say this, it’s just how I feel about you. I love you.”

Octavia broke into tears again, half of happiness, half of relief, half of fear. The little pony in her head put on her spectacles: Technically, that makes it three halves… “V-Vinyl! I love you too. I love you. I do. I really do.” She kept sobbing and hugging her mare, and sobbing some more. When she felt that she had relieved herself enough, she smiled brightly at Vinyl, tears in her eyes. “Vinyl, I promise I’ll make it up to you. Somehow. I’ll… I’ll ask Spitfire to help.”

Vinyl blinked, a hint of a blush touching her cheeks. “You… You’ll ask your foalhood friend to make me orgasm?” Not that I mind… the little pony in Vinyl’s head noticed. But without Tavi, it would be rather… bland.

“N-no!” Octavia blushed back, averting her eyes for a second. “I mean, I will ask her to give me some guidance. Some pointers… I mean,” Octavia gesticulated, “she’s experienced. She’s an older mare, she’s almost twenty-one. I’m sure she can… uh… educate me.” Whatever that entails.

“Tavi,” Vinyl said very seriously. “Please promise me you won’t have sex with Spitfire.” The little pony in her head tapped impatiently. “Without me.”

Octavia blinked. The little pony in her head cheered and sent a kiss to the little pony in Vinyl’s head. Octavia blinked again. Do I even want to know? “Okay,” she said in a small voice, trying to shove the letter away.

However, Vinyl was quicker. She swiftly glanced at it and her face widened in a broad smile. “Tavs, that’s great! You got a B!” She proceeded to kiss the confused mare on the cheek loudly.

Octavia frowned, pushing her marefriend away a touch. “No, Vinyl! That’s horrible! I got a B!” She winced, touching her knee. “I brought dishonour to my family!”

“What?” Now it was Vinyl’s turn to frown. “Tavi, that’s silly. Your family loves you. I love you. We would all love you even if you’d gotten an E or an F or whatever is the grade for failure.”

Octavia sniffed again. “I don’t know…”

“Of course we all love you, dear.” Eleanore entered without knocking. “A B is still a mark, and guess what?” She smiled her radiant smile. “We don’t judge you because of your marks. Not me. Not Jeffrey. Not Vinyl. We all love you regardless of your achievements.” She kissed her filly on the top of her head, just like Vinyl had done a few minutes before.

“Th-thanks.” Octavia sobbed and, stretching out, kissed her mother on the cheek. “Thank you, Mom.” She waited for a few moment before the silence grew awkward. “Mom. How long have you been standing in front of my door, listening?”

“Ahem.” Eleanore blushed slightly, moving away from the bed. “Well…” She smiled apologetically. “Enough for me to know that Spitfire is back in town?”

***

“Remind me, Vinyl,” Octavia said in a heavy voice as the two ponies sat at Spitfire’s kitchen, an uneasy silence floating in the air. “Why did I take you with me?” She looked longingly in the direction of the fridge, where the cake was, undoubtedly, waiting for her. No, the little pony in her head argued, don’t you know that the cake is a lie?

“Because you love me,” Vinyl said very pointedly, nudging the cellist under the table. Because I don’t want you having sex with Spitfire while I’m away. “But I get the notion. I’ll, uhm, I’ll be in the bathroom,” she said, quickly looking over the large single room from the kitchen nook and finding the only door. “Um, taking a shower?” Octavia wiggled her brows sternly. “A bath! Taking a bath! That all right with you, Spitfire?”

The pegasus laughed, eyeing the unicorn boldly from horn to hooves. “I guess. I give it a fifty percent chance that we join in.”

Octavia laughed loudly, a thick, artificial laugh. “Oh, Spits, you and your jokes!” She waved her hoof in the air, glaring at Vinyl to leave. Once the unicorn escaped to the bathroom, the earth pony turned to her friend pleadingly. “Spits, I have a very serious problem.”

Spitfire raised a brow. “Is the problem that you two can’t stop staring at my rump?” She flicked her tail aside, and the muscular plot immediately attracted the cellist’s attention. Mmm… Dat plot, the little pony in Octavia’s head mouthed, drooling.

“N-not really.” Octavia looked up and met Spitfire’s eyes. She had never noticed how… orange they were. What a weird colour for eyes, she thought. Yes, the little pony said, because lavender and magenta are so ordinary. “I… Spits, you… You have mentioned you… have been with a few mares?” the cellist asked carefully.

Spitfire blinked in mock innocence. “If by ‘have been’ you mean ‘have tried all the positions in the Filly-Fooling Ponysutra’, then yes.” She smiled and nodded. “I have been with a few mares.”

“Cool.” Octavia chewed on her bottom lip. “I…” She stood up from the table and sighed deeply. “I can’t make Vinyl orgasm,” she confessed in a sad, dull voice. “I, um, tried hoofing her, and, um, licking her, but…” She sighed again. “To no avail.”

“Hmm.” Spitfire rubbed her chin thoughtfully, then grinned. “Hey. Can you show me what exactly you were doing?” With that, she advanced on the grey mare, who panicked immediately.

“W-what? I…” Octavia laughed in a high-pitched tone. “Do you mean, I… Oh, Spitfire… You must be j-”

“I’m not joking.” Spitfire nudged Octavia lightly, and the pony stumbled, falling over onto the floor, landing on her rump. “Octavia, if you want me to help you… I can only help you by physical demonstration.” The pegasus licked her lips, coming ever so closely to the grey mare. “Demonstration is the best education.”

“Spits!” Octavia tried to counter the assertive pegasus by crawling away. “I- I don’t know what’s gotten into you but-”

“Relax, Octavia…” Spitfire leant over the flustered mare, her wings standing at full attention. The pegasus brushed her nose against Octavia’s neck boldly. Somehow, the situation was arousing the cellist immensely: her friend on top of her, pinning her to the floor, nuzzling her all over and where was that wing going?

“Ooooooh…” Octavia exhaled in a moan, relaxing under the weight of the yellow mare, submitting to her foalhood friend gladly. “Spits, we’re - oooh - if Vinyl - aaah…”

Spitfire had moved from nuzzling to kissing Octavia’s neck, somehow guessing all the right spots that only Vinyl knew, going lower and lower and lower… Suddenly, Octavia felt Spitfire’s hot breath where only Vinyl had gone before. Her instinct was to clench her legs shut but Spitfire had already dug in. The cellist had never imagined her friend’s tongue being so skilful, so right in every aspect, and, of course, it was only natural to assume that this very tongue belonged in her just like Vinyl’s tongue belonged in her and-

“Tavi, I think we’re- What the hay are you two doing here?!”

Octavia shrieked, trying to shift away from Spitfire, who deviated her attention from eating out the cellist and towards the doorway, where a very shocked Vinyl stood, her mouth agape, her knees trembling. “V-Vinyl, love! This- this isn’t-”

“This is exactly what it looks like,” Spitfire interjected, getting up and licking her lips seductively. “This was me licking your marefriend’s hot, dripping pussy.” With those dirty words, she moved towards the blushing DJ, who still couldn’t comprehend what was going on. “And now this is me…” She nibbled on Vinyl’s ear affectionately. “Moving on to you…” She brushed her wing against the unicorn’s flank, eliciting a small yelp from the white mare. “And fucking you silly till you cannot stand.” With that, Spitfire tackled Vinyl, pinning her to the floor, tossing her lips onto the unicorn’s, her tongue battling Vinyl’s tongue for dominance.

Octavia felt severely hot, looking at her marefriend committing adultery with her foalhood friend, and so blatantly at that. She couldn’t just stand by. Well, lie by, given the situation. With effort, Octavia stood up and demanded, “Spitfire. Spits. What are you doing? Spits, we both know-”

“Shush.” Spitfire broke the kiss, turning towards the cellist. “I’ve seen the way you two look at me. You want me.” Vinyl blushed and averted her eyes, realising this mostly implied her. “And that’s fine,” the pegasus assured the mares with a wink. “You two are so damn cute and hot and totally fuckable.” Octavia opened her mouth to counter the choice of the wording, but Spitfire continued, “So what’s the best thing to do? Have a threesome, of course! Come on, fillies.” Spitfire let Vinyl stand up and led her towards Octavia, who was reddening by the bed. “Let me show you just how much we Wonderbolts know when it comes down to sex…”

“I, uh…” Vinyl looked at Octavia, at the same time trying to avoid looking directly into her eyes. “Tavi… I mean, it’s not technically cheating if we’re both, well, you know?” The mare flushed crimson as she considered the possibility.

“Well…” Octavia pondered. That’s insanity. That’s the definition of insanity. “I mean… We both like Spits, and Spits, uh, and I guess we…” She waved in the air. “I mean, if we’re both… Then it’s not really adultery… What I mean is…”

“What you mean,” Spitfire suggested with a huge grin, wrapping her left wing around Vinyl and her right wing around Octavia, “is that the three of us should let go of all that’s holding us back and go to bed.”

And so they did.

***

Wow.

Uh. I mean. Wow. Just. Spitfire. Wow. I mean. Wow. That was. That was! Wow. I guess. I never thought. Wow. Never thought such things were possible. What she did with her. And then. Uh. Wow. I mean. Wow. Woooooow.

Octavia Philarmonica, I don’t even remember what date it is