In a Cello Mood

Dear Diary,

Today I have learnt-

“Do I really have to do this?”

Octavia diverted her attention from writing and, upon seeing Vinyl’s fear and dismay, put the diary away in her saddlebag. “Yes, Vinyl, love. The doctor will just talk to you.”

“I’m not like Beauty Brass,” Vinyl said quietly, looking around the waiting room, with paintings of cheerful, bright ponies on the walls and soothing jazz music coming from the speakers. “I am not off the rocket. I am not depressed. I am not ill.”

“Of course you aren’t,” Octavia cooed and kissed her marefriend on the cheek, disregarding what the other patients may think about such a show of emotion. “You just need to talk to a professional, and that is all.”

Just as the speakers began to blare with Coltrane’s I’m Old Fashioned, a young pink mare came into the room. Her cheerful demeanour seemed honest, but was setting Vinyl at unease. “Hi, you must be Vinyl?” she addressed the white mare without mistake - but with a smile. “I’m Doctor Quickhoof, and I think you and I wanted to have a talk.” She winked.

That wasn’t very effective…

“I don’t wanna talk,” Vinyl grumbled, pointing an accusing hoof at Octavia. “My marefriend wants me to talk to you.”

“Oh,” the pink mare nodded, “my marefriend’s worse: she wants me to talk dirty to her.” The doctor paused. “I could tell you but you look underage so-”

“I’m eighteen!” Vinyl protested while Octavia smiled at the little show: she knew very well the doctor, by now, knew every little detail there was to know about Vinyl. She, Octavia, had provided them.

“Then I can tell you all about it,” Doctor Quickhoof assured with a broad smile. “But you have to talk to me too.”

Vinyl pondered for a moment, rubbing her chin. Octavia gulped. Then the DJ’s face brightened. “Deal! But you gotta tell me all the juicy details so I know how to treat Tavi in bed!”

“Vinyl!” Octavia tried, but the white mare was already up, following the doctor to the office. The cellist sighed and smiled in content. She took the diary out of her saddlebag and wrote down:

At least she will be getting help.

***

“It’s good to finally be home.”

Dan sighed, throwing the keys on the little glass table. He marched straight into the bedroom, finally, at long last, falling onto the large, king-sized bed and closing his eyes in bliss. “Oh how I missed you, bed,” he confessed, nuzzling the sheets. “I missed you so much.”

“Dan.”

The lawyer looked up, with some difficulty - but didn’t regret doing that. Before him lingered Bea, a thin blush on her cheeks, smiling shyly… and in lingerie. Dan’s jaw fell agape. “B-b-bea?” he stammered, burying himself into the sheets, trying vainly to conceal his growing excitement… and excitement wasn’t the only thing that was growing.

“Do you think I look nice?” Beauty enquired shyly, knowing very well the answer her to-be lover was going to give.

“You look gorgeous,” Dan whispered and tried to back down on the bed, fearful of the lust that was taking over him. He couldn’t really… What if he… And what if she…

But here she was, already crawling onto the bed. Here she was, kissing him sensually on the lips, and then on the neck, moving lower and lower and lower…

“Bea,” Dan tried to stop the mare. “I… Do you think you really want it?..” He frowned, which was a feat in the wake of his terrible arousal. “If you don’t want-”

“Shush,” Bea said with a sensual smile. “I want you.”

And then she got down to the prize. Her licks were slow and uneasy, but not unwanted. Dan moaned in delight, his hooves automatically extending towards Beaty’s head, but withdrawing with fear. So Beauty withdrew as well. “Do it,” she whispered. “Take my head and impale it with your shaft.”

Dan couldn’t take it anymore. But, instead of complying with the mare of his dreams, he rolled her over and locked their lips in the kiss that surprised Bea, who, in her innocence, believed that she wouldn’t get kissed after a fellatio. Then he made his way lower and reached her marehood with practised ease, caressing and licking it, taking his turns, feeling the taste of his mare on his lips.

“All right, that’s enough,” Bea moaned despite herself. “Come on and fuck me.”

And so he did.

***

“It wasn’t that bad.”

Octavia smiled silently as the two mares made their way home. The snow had already begun to fall faintly upon the world, and it was getting chilly, but, by Vinyl’s side, she felt warm.

“I mean, we got to talk, and now I can lick you even better!”

Octavia nodded shyly, knowing that, behind the boastful facade, there was still a damaged and hurt mare. But, with the help of a professional… Maybe Vinyl would become her usual self. Octavia’s thoughts lingered on that idea. What was Vinyl’s usual self? She had met Vinyl when the mare was already damaged, already broken. But when Vinyl was whole… Wouldn’t she just… leave her? Leave her for some better mare?

Before such thoughts could surface with more integrity, the cellist saw, out of the corner of her eye, two policeponies emerging from around the corner and approaching them. Memories of Stalliongrad entered her mind and unease crept into her imagination.

Yet, Vinyl was the cheerful one, waving at Equestria’s Finest in a friendly manner. “Hi, guys!” she greeted the two policeponies, a mare and a stallion. Why was there?.. Octavia remembered professor Dan’s words: “There are usually both a mare and a stallion on patrolling teams so that they can stop-and-search a pony of any sex.”

So prosaic, the little pony in Octavia’s head sighed.

“We are not here to chat, Miss Scratch,” the policemare said seriously. “We are here to take you for questioning.”

***

When you have this ability to foresee everything, to know everything about everypony, sometimes you get unwanted images. Like of Dan and Beauty. Having sex. Or should I say, making love? They sure seem like they’re making love.

But… the penis.

Eww straight.

Lyra Heartstrings, November 25th I don’t even own a diary