In a Cello Mood

Dear Diary,

It’s been almost a week since Vinyl has been living with me. At first she was hesitant, but after I learned the truth about her sister - may Celestia bless her soul - I insisted on Vinyl living in my household. And I can see I did the right thing.

Throughout the week, we’d slept together on the sofa. Mom didn’t say anything, and Jeffrey… Well, it seemed like Jeffrey wanted to say something, but I gave him glares hard enough for him to remain silent. I have come to realise I can no longer sleep without Vinyl in my embrace. I can no longer eat without her at the dinner table. I can no longer do homework without her making her jokes to distract me. I can no longer play cello without her listening quietly in the armchair.

Dear Diary, I think I have fallen in love with Vinyl.

I know these are some serious words to say, but I cannot imagine my life without her. And I think… I just love the way she looks. I love her eyes. I love her mane. I love the way she smiles at me when I blush at her bawdy remarks. I love those bawdy remarks. I want her… to do things to me. I have begun, um, fantasising about her… kissing me. I want to taste her lips.

Celestia, I did not just write that! I must be going crazy! No, no no. This will not do. If we want to keep living together, I need to keep my feelings to myself. Otherwise, it would make things so awkward between us… But what if she likes me too?...

No, no no. I’d better just be glad I have a friend like her. A friend I can always talk to, and eat dinner with, and laugh, and be happy. And cuddle at night. A good friend. Yes…

Though, I have started having suspicions that Vinyl may like me too… For example, when I suggested that she move her things to my house…

***

“Vinyl, don’t you think it’s time to move your things to my house?”

Octavia looked at Vinyl with high expectations in her eyes. Upon coming to a realisation that she might have feelings for the white unicorn, she swore to choose her wording carefully, lest one uneasy word break their friendship altogether. They just needed to stay friends, and live together. But, as of now, Vinyl was just sleeping and eating at Octavia’s place, and the cellist knew that, as a musician, Vinyl missed her sound set and turntables. “The living room is big enough to host your equipment, and, so long as you promise not to make a noise after ten, we’re good.”

“I dunno.” Vinyl chewed on her bottom lip, sending Octavia’s heart aflame. That cute and sexy gesture was not something the grey mare could easily handle. “I mean, that would… that would pretty much mean I’m living with you from now on.”

“Vinyl,” Octavia began pleadingly. “We’ve talked this over. You can’t live alone. You need somepony to look over you.” She smiled. “And that pony is me. Don’t you like living with me, Vinyl?” Octavia gulped as she asked that, her heart beating faster than usual. What if she says no?

“I love living with you, Tavi,” Vinyl dissuaded the cellist’s fears. “I have a nice sofa to sleep on…” She gestured towards the living room. “I have tasty food to eat…” She took another biscuit from the bowl. “I, I listen to your beautiful music…” Vinyl blushed slightly. “And, well, uh, I have you. I like having you by my side.”

Octavia wasn’t sure what to say. On the one hoof, it could mean that… Of course not. It could only mean that Vinyl was happy to have such a friend as her, and that was that. And she should be happy for that. “So, why don’t you always have me by your side? Let’s move your things here,” Octavia urged, using the DJ’s own logic.

Vinyl sighed and tapped her hoof against the table. “All right. But I’ll need something in return.”

“Anything!” Octavia blurted out before warm embarrassment filled her cheeks. I should be more restricted. Limit your exposure, Octavia, dammit!

Vinyl laughed merrily, that wonderful jingle that Octavia had grown to love so much. “Oh, Octavia… It’s just that…” Vinyl’s face suddenly fell serious and she rose from the table. “It’s a very personal request…” Octavia gulped as Vinyl neared her, licking her lips and fluttering her eyelashes slily. “I really hope it won’t come between us and our friendship…” Vinyl swished her tail against Octavia’s flank, making the cellist shiver in fear and expectation. “It’s just that…” Vinyl lowered her head, her lips near Octavia’s ear. Oh Celestia it’s happening, Octavia thought. I’m not sure what exactly, but it’s finally happening… “I need you…” Vinyl’s lips were almost touching Octavia’s ear. Do it already! a little pony in Octavia’s ear screamed. Do what? another little pony replied. Oh great, now I have more than one. “I need you to call the movers.” Vinyl immediately straightened herself and trotted back to her place.

“What.” Octavia blinked, unable to comprehend what had just happened. A moment ago, Vinyl was here, all over her, doing… whatever she was doing, and now she… What the what. The little pony in Octavia’s head blinked cluelessly. “What,” Octavia repeated emotionlessly.

“I need you to call the movers,” Vinyl repeated, grinning from ear to ear. “It’s a common misconception that unicorns can levitate anything. If that were true, there would be no movers necessary. Call the movers to get my things from my place to your place.”

“Vinyl!” Octavia finally understood the game Vinyl had played on her. “You- You were! And the movers!” She took a breath, pointing her hoof at Vinyl accusingly. “I thought you were going to-”

“Going to what?” Vinyl asked innocently, blinking pseudo-obliviously. “Ooh.” She nodded in mock-realisation. “You thought I was going to kiss you, Tavi?” Vinyl fluttered her lashes again as Octavia blushed, averting her gaze. “You’d like that, right?”

“I-I’m gonna g-go tell Jeffrey to get the movers!” Octavia blurted out, rushing out of the kitchen, followed by Vinyl’s laughter.

***

“Phew, what a cold day!”

Octavia laughed at Vinyl’s remark as the two ponies entered Octavia’s house and took off their winter boots. Octavia took off her scarf and took in the smell of freshly-baked biscuits. Vinyl made a mess, trying to get out of her scarf. Octavia laughed and helped the silly mare cope with the piece of clothing.

The two ponies marched into the kitchen, and, true, a bowl of freshly-baked biscuits met them. Vinyl immediately squeed and rushed to grab one. “Ouch!” she complained upon touching one. “It’s hot!”

Octavia smiled and approached the table. There was a note:

Gone shopping with Jeffrey.

Love, Mom

Vinyl eyed the note too and her face broke into a sly grin. “Oooh, Tavi~” she cooed, advancing upon the cellist, who couldn’t quite get a grip on what was happening. “We’re home alone…” She leaned over the grey mare, who began trembling uncontrollably. “And you know what that means?” Vinyl winked.

“N-no.” Octavia shifted, Vinyl’s weight pressing her into the table slightly. Vinyl, what’s going on… Not that I mind but…

“It’s sexy time.” With that, Vinyl pressed her lips against Octavia’s, her tongue swiftly finding its way into the cellist’s mouth. Octavia moaned into the kiss. It was so good that she wanted it to last forever… Alas, everything must cease, and Vinyl broke the kiss, diverting her attention to Octavia’s neck, upon which she planted tiny kisses, while her skilful hooves grabbed Octavia’s flank and touched it the way it wanted to be touched.

“Ooooh, Vinyl~” Octavia moaned, her own hooves grabbing Vinyl’s back and pressing the white pony close. “Yes, take me now, take me hard.”

“Tavi…” Vinyl whispered into her ear. “Tavi, time to wake up.”

Octavia’s eyes shot wide open, as she yelped and rolled over from the sofa. Cluelessly, she blinked and rose her head, only to see a very confused Vinyl standing over her. “Tavi, the movers are here,” the DJ said slowly. “They need directions to my place, and I thought you’d like to come with me…” Vinyl’s face broke into a frown. “Tavi… Why were you moaning, ‘Oh Vinyl’ in your sleep?”

“I-I!” Octavia got up from the floor swiftly. Quick, Octavia, think! “I-I dozed off. And had a dream.” The cellist paused for a moment. “About you giving me a massage. Hence the, uh, moaning.” Please buy it please buy it please buy it…

“All right!” Vinyl’s face brightened and she pranced in place. “I really should give you a massage someday. I’m a good massager.” She tapped her chest proudly.

“Masseuse,” Octavia corrected automatically. And if you give me a massage, I might well have an orgasm. The little pony in the cellist’s head blushed at such insinuations.

“Bless you.” Vinyl looked around the living room and, gradually, her face faded. “Um, Tavi? I wanted to ask you something…”

Octavia looked at the white mare expectantly. Don’t tell me it’s one of your pranks, Vinyl… “Yes, Vinyl?” Seeing the DJ’s predicament, she smiled encouragingly. “Come on, don’t be shy. What’s wrong?”

“You see…” Vinyl began, shifting from hoof to hoof uneasily. “When my sound system and turntables are here, there’ll be really little space left... “ She gulped and stopped. Octavia motioned for her to continue. “Well, and since we both sleep on the sofa, there’s little space too… I mean, what with- ugh!” Vinyl smacked her forehead. “Celestia, this is hard.”

“Try again, Vinyl,” Octavia urged softly.

“Hey, Tavi, the movers are here and-”

“Not like that.” Octavia deadpanned. Oh Celestia, Vinyl, you’re so silly. And yet, it was this silly mare that she liked so mu- that she was happy to have as a friend. As a friendly friend. And nothing more. Not crossing any lines.

“Tavi.” Vinyl paused and took a deep breath. “You think I could sleep in your bedroom?”

Octavia blinked, rendering the plea. “Um. You want to sleep in my bed?” Octavia clarified carefully. The little pony in Octavia’s head began prancing and shouting, Yes! Yes! Yes!

“I just thought…” Vinyl took a hesitant step forth. “Since we sleep together and all…” She smiled uneasily. “And the sofa isn’t too big…” She motioned around with her hoof. “Maybe we could sleep in your bed? I mean, till I, uh, stop having nightmares?” she suggested, closing her eyes in fear.

“Vinyl,” Octavia’s soft, warm voice dissuaded the DJ’s fears. “Of course you can sleep in my bed, with me. Even when you stop having nightmares. I want you by my side. Always.” Octavia smiled as warmly as she could. Which was not hard, considering the emotion that filled her at the mere sight of the beautiful white mare.

“Do you…” Vinyl gulped and averted her eyes. “Do you really mean that?”

“I do, Vinyl.” Octavia smiled warmly at her friend. “I do.” She nodded towards the door. “I’ll be with you in a moment. Let me just write a diary entry.”

***

Content, Octavia held Vinyl in her embrace as the two mares lay on the bed. Sure, the bed was big enough for them to lie separately, but Vinyl didn’t mind cuddling, and, frankly, Octavia could no longer sleep without hugging the white mare. Octavia exhaled contentedly. As meant to be. The only thing to make it better would be-

“Tavi, have you ever kissed a pony before?” Vinyl asked suddenly, making Octavia freeze and wonder whether the mare had read her thoughts. A little pony inside Octavia’s head put on a tinfoil hat. “You know, like, really kissed,” Vinyl elaborated. “Like, with the mouth open and stuff?”

“N-no,” Octavia replied in a stammer, gulping down her fears. Her heart began to race, and she could feel Vinyl’s heartrate speeding up too. What is she driving at?

“Wanna try?” Vinyl suggested innocently, turning in such a manner that brought her muzzle-to-muzzle with the cellist. “I mean, it’s always better to try with a close friend.” Vinyl lowered her eyelids sensually. “Besides, I’ve been wanting to kiss you for a while.”

“What? You too?” Octavia blurted out, the blush on her cheeks matching the blush on Vinyl’s. “I mean…”

But Octavia didn’t get to finish the sentence, for Vinyl closed the distance between their muzzles and tossed her lips upon the cellist’s, opening her mouth and prompting Octavia to do so too. Octavia waited for the tongue to enter her mouth, but it never came. Instead, the lips closed and Vinyl sucked on Octavia’s lower lip for a while before breaking the kiss. The cellist had to admit she might have moaned. Twice.

For a while, the two mares lay in silence, Vinyl’s head on Octavia’s chest. Octavia’s brain had blanked, leaving the pony in a state of rapture and bliss. She didn’t want to think why the kiss had taken place; she was just happy that it had taken place. It meant that Vinyl had wanted it just as she had wanted it, and it meant that… Whatever it meant, it was good.

“That was real good,” Vinyl voiced Octavia’s thoughts with a goofy smile. “You, you kiss real good, Tavi. Your lips, um, taste nice.” She nuzzled the grey mare’s chest and sighed in content.

“That’s because I brush my teeth before bed,” Octavia remarked and kissed the pony’s forehead. Then, without thinking, she kissed the tip of the horn - a rather intimate gesture for unicorns.

“Tavi… Are we dating?” Vinyl asked suddenly, making Octavia stop her advances. Oh, how she didn’t want to think in such terms! Why wasn’t it enough for them to sleep together and laugh and kiss and cuddle?  “I mean… We live together. We cuddle. We even kissed. And I really, really, really like you. I mean.” Vinyl fell silent and buried her nose into Octavia’s fur.

Octavia sighed, unsure of how to approach the subject. “I like you too, Vinyl… I guess I like you like Lyra and Bon-Bon like each other. But…” The cellist sighed, brushing her lips against Vinyl’s horn. “We’ve only known each other for what? A fortnight? Three weeks? I don’t know if that’s enough…”

“But what’s more time gonna give us?” Vinyl questioned in a muffled tone. She lifted her head and looked into Octavia’s eyes, sending shivers down her spine. “We’ll still cuddle and laugh together, and live together and kiss before bed, and sleep in one bed… And in a month we’ll just ask each other out?” Vinyl shook her head. “I mean, since us dating won’t change anything, why not try it?” The DJ nuzzled Octavia’s cheek. “It’s just… It would be nice knowing… knowing that we’re together. That you are mine. And I am yours. An exclusive relationship.”

So this is what she’s been driving at, Octavia realised with a smile. It was all about commitment. Vinyl wanted it to be official - wanted them to be official - in order to have exclusive rights to Octavia Philarmonica, while she, Octavia Philarmonica, could have exclusive rights to Vinyl Scratch. And that they would never leave each other. “Vinyl Scratch,” Octavia said very seriously. “Will you be my marefriend?”

“Yes,” Vinyl replied in a similar, lugubrious tone. “Octavia Philarmonica. Will you be my marefriend?” She gazed into Octavia’s eyes hopefully.

“Yes.” Octavia nodded solemnly. “Yes, I will.” In a moment, both ponies laughed. “See, Vinyl? Nothing’s changed,” Octavia said, in fact, assuring herself. Then a realisation hit her. “Oh. One thing’s gonna change, though. We’ll have to tell Mom.”

Vinyl waved it off with a smile. “Tavi, your mom is the coolest mom I’ve ever seen. I’m sure she’ll be happy for us.” The white mare sighed dreamily. “We’re finally dating. You know, I’ve liked… I’ve liked you,” she emphasised, “ever since that night at the bar.”

“We’re dating.” Octavia giggled. “That’s a warm thought. Now,” she said as seductively as she could. “How about we get back to kissing, mm?”

Vinyl fluttered her eyelashes. “Oh, I am sure that can be arranged.” She leaned in, then straightened herself.

Octavia frowned. “What’s the matter, Vinyl?”

Vinyl grinned, wrapping her hoof around Octavia’s neck. “No homo, right?”

***

Okay, so this totally happened. Apparently, I’m dating Vinyl. And we kissed. A lot. I am afraid I’ll wake up tomorrow and find out this was all a dream. But now I’m so giddy I can’t even sleep. Vinyl gave me some time-off to finish this entry, and then it’s back to kissing~ So, I think-

Oh, Vinyl’s nibbling on my ear now. Gotta go!

-   a very happy Octavia, September 18th