In a Cello Mood

Dear Diary,

It was not a dream! We’re really, really, really dating! I woke up to the most wonderful symphony: the symphony of Vinyl’s lips against mine… It’s a divine feeling, something I cannot describe with words. I wish I could kiss her all day long! Well, seeing as it’s Saturday, we do have all day…

Okay, so apparently I’m a filly-fooler. I think Mom will be all right with this, but Jeffrey… Don’t get me wrong, Diary, I love Jeffrey dearly, but he is a very old-fashioned pony. I wonder… Oh Diary, Vinyl is nuzzling me again. Which means it’s time to go down and tell Mom that we’re… oh, I’m so worried.

I wonder what she’ll say…

***

“I wonder what she’ll say.”

Octavia paced around the kitchen worriedly, while Vinyl stood by the table, snatching biscuit after biscuit. “Mom will be back from the store with Jeffrey any moment. I wonder what she’ll say.”

“Tavi, chill.” Vinyl took another biscuit and looked at her anxious marefriend. “Your mom will welcome me with open hooves.” Vinyl pondered for a moment. “Why do we even say ‘open hooves’? It sounds weird. Hooves aren’t usually closed.” Instead of solving this mystery, the DJ consumed the biscuit.

“But what if she’s against this? If she’s against us?” Octavia nearly shrieked, changing her routine into small circles around the white mare. “If she disowns me? And evicts us? We’ll have to live in that hellhole you called home!” She slowed her pace with a wince. “Sorry, Vinyl. No offence.”

“None taken.” Instead of grabbing another biscuit, Vinyl grabbed her marefriend by the waist, drawing her close. “Relax… Tavi, just relax.” She lowered her eyelids, sedating her cellist almost immediately. “Just…” She lowered her head, brushing her lips against Octavia’s neck. “Relax…”

“O-okay…” Octavia sighed, melting in Vinyl’s embrace as the unicorn started pecking her neck up and down slowly. “Oh, Vinyl…” she purred when the DJ decided to kiss her neck sensually. “Yes, you…”

“How is my filly doing?”

Octavia yelped, failing to push Vinyl away as the white mare froze, her mouth pressed into Octavia’s neck, just as Eleanore walked into the kitchen, followed by the emotionless valet with the bags. “Mom, this isn’t what it looks like!”

Eleanore adopted a quizzical expression. “So this doesn’t look like my filly is enjoying some private time with her marefriend?” She motioned for Jeffrey to put the bags and leave.

“Well, no! I mean, yes!” Octavia blushed and finally managed to get the frozen Vinyl off her. “I mean, how do you know?”

“Dear, a mother always knows,” Eleanore replied gently, patting Octavia’s head. “I know when you are sad, and I know when you are happy. And with Vinyl, you are very happy.” She looked at the white mare gratefully. “I am very glad you two have found each other.”

“Thanks, Miss Philarmonica.” Vinyl closed her eyes blissfully. “I knew you’d support us. Also, I am not sleeping with your daughter!” she quickly supplied, opening her eyes. “I mean, we are sleeping together, but-”

“Vinyl,” Eleanore said with a hint of mischief in her eyes. “If you two ever need horn condoms-”

“Mom!” Octavia exclaimed, blushing profusely and grabbing Vinyl by the neck protectively. “We are not, uh, having, you know? We’re just cuddling and kissing and-”

“And I do have horn condoms, Miss Philarmonica, but thanks!” Vinyl interjected cheerfully, grabbing Octavia in turn. “So we’re safe, whatever we do!” With that, Vinyl smooched the cellist on the cheek loudly, eliciting a blush from the aforementioned cellist and an ‘aww’ from her mother.

“Okay, have fun, you two~” Eleanore cooed and left the kitchen, leaving the two mares alone.

Octavia slowly lifted her eyes at her marefriend. “Vinyl, dear?”

“Yes, Tavi?” Vinyl asked innocently. “Oh!” She smiled. “It’s so nice of you to call me ‘dear’, but I feel like there’s a weird tone to that word when you say it…”

“Why would you have horn condoms?” Octavia asked silkily, holding Vinyl maybe a little too tight. The little pony inside Octavia’s head took out a whip. For some reason.

“I-I bought them after, well…” Vinyl gulped, trying to free herself from her marefriend’s grasp. “I bought them after that night out we had. In case we, um. You and I, I mean. Sorry, that was foalish of me to assume that... “

Suddenly, Octavia silenced the silly mare with a passionate kiss. Vinyl was still saying something, but the words turned into an elongated moan as Vinyl sighed into the kiss. Octavia eased her grip, and the white pony relaxed visibly, holding a hoof on the grey mare’s shoulder. Octavia felt Vinyl pushing her slightly, and found herself pressed against the table, much like in her dream yesterday… only reality was a little more uncomfortable.

“Aww, Bonnie, look, they are already making out~”

Octavia shrieked into the kiss and lost balance, falling on the floor (while hitting her back at the table in the process) and dragging Vinyl with her. Vinyl’s lips broke with Octavia’s with a loud pop. “What are you two doing here?!” Octavia shrieked, upon seeing Lyra and Bon-Bon standing in the entrance to the kitchen. “How do you know where I li- ah, right.” She glared sternly at Lyra, who merely shrugged.

“Not my fault you two can’t contain your make-out sessions to the bedroom,” Lyra said amicably. “Oh, biscuits!” The mint mare trotted towards the table, grabbing a biscuit. “I love those!” She immediately started munching on one. “Bonnie, want some?”

Octavia pushed her marefriend off her gently and stood up, brushing off the nonexistent dust. “Lyra, honestly, since you know everything, wouldn’t it have been nice if you had waited till we stopped kissing?” She helped Vinyl up and pecked the still confused white mare on the cheek.

“It could have lasted for hours,” Lyra retorted, offering her marefriend a biscuit from the bowl. “Do you need some pointers?” she asked the two musical mares, who by now were standing on the opposite side of the table.

“No!” Octavia blushed, grabbing Vinyl protectively. “I’m pretty sure we get the concept of kissing, thank you.” She let go of the white mare, who swiftly used this opportunity to get a biscuit for herself. She offered one to Octavia, but the grey mare refused the treat with a shake of her head.

“I mean, some tips for having a relationship,” Lyra clarified, sitting down at the table and patting the chair next to her, which was swiftly occupied by the yet silent Bon-Bon, who had merely waved and ‘hi’d the two mares. “You know, some tips from the seasoned veterans of lesbian dating.” She patted her chest proudly.

Octavia sighed, while Vinyl took a seat and leaned forward, putting her head on her elbows. “Teach me, master,” she said almost breathlessly. Octavia decided to participate in this carnival of stupidity and sat next to her mare.

“First, you two gotta distribute housework between the two of you,” Lyra said while Vinyl pretended to write it down. The know-it-all finished the crispy treat. “Just so you, my young padawans, know equality.”

Vinyl blinked in lack of understanding. “What’s a ‘padawan’?” she whispered to Octavia, who shrugged her shoulders in disregard. “Oh, also, Jeffrey does all the housework anyway. He’s cool that way.”

“Well,” Lyra drawled, grabbing another biscuit. “You should go on dates every week to keep your relationship fresh. Choose new places. Do new things.” She nuzzled Bon-Bon affectionately, who continued:

“Sometimes we go have a picnic. Other times, a restaurant is nice.” The confectioner smiled. “But some coffee together always sounds great.”

“That’s actually pretty good advice,” Octavia remarked. A wave of emotion overwhelmed her and she grabbed Vinyl by the neck, drawing the white pony close. It felt so good, finally being able to snug and nuzzle and kiss Vinyl whenever opportunity presented itself. And even when it didn’t. Octavia nuzzled the mare, kissing her on the side of the mouth. “Who’s my favourite deejay?” she purred, disregarding the guests.

“Oh, I dunno.” Vinyl nuzzled back, a smile on her beautiful face. “I guess Scoltrex is pretty good…” She reached out and nibbled on Octavia’s ear very softly, eliciting a tiny moan from the grey mare. “But this here DJ knows that nopony can compare to the great cellist Octavia Phi-”

Octavia didn’t wait for Vinyl to finish the sentence, instead leaning in for a kiss. For a while, the two mares were locked together in eternal bliss, until they were interrupted by a loud cough from Lyra. Octavia blushed and looked at the unperturbed mint mare and her blushing marefriend. “Sorry. We, um, got carried away.” The cellist nodded and let Vinyl go. “Please proceed.”

“Yeah.” Lyra pushed the biscuit bowl away, letting Octavia take one. She’d grown so used to these biscuits that she often couldn’t understand why ponies found them so special. But, on second thoughts, they were delicious. “Another important thing to consider in your relationship: when you choose your first dildo, it’s essential to-”

“I think we’re good thank you very much Lyra oh it’s getting late k thnx bye!” Vinyl blurted out in one go, snatching Octavia from the chair. “Just look at the time! Me and Tavi just wanted to do the thing at the place!” She nudged Octavia towards the exit, gesticulating wildly to Lyra.

“What.” Octavia refused to go, instead opting to stare at the mint mare. “What’s a ‘dildo’? And why should we have it?” She eyed the three mares very carefully. Vinyl was wide-eyed. Bon-Bon looked embarrassed. Lyra looked… like Lyra. I demand an explanation.

“I’ll tell you when you’re older,” Vinyl promised, all but pushing Lyra out of the kitchen. “And I think Lyra really really has to go, right, Lyra?”

“Eh. Whatever.” Lyra sighed as she stopped in the doorway. “You decided on your projects yet?”

“Our what?” Octavia walked closer to the mint mare, raising her brow. “Is this another one of your I-know-everything things?”

“Nope.” Lyra shook her head. “Don’t you read the announcements by the dean’s office?” Receiving a blank look from both mares, she sighed. “As I thought.” She carried on in an explanatory tone, “Students choose a personal project that involves writing an original composition for their instrument.” She motioned towards Octavia. “Cello.” Then towards Vinyl. “Whatever that is which you play. This could be done as a solo project, in pairs, or in an ensemble.” Getting two very worried looks, she smiled and explained, “Should be done by December. It’s not urgent. But if I were you, I’d get started pretty soon.”

“December?” Octavia rubbed her chin thoughtfully - a gesture she had no doubt picked from Vinyl. “Don’t we have exams in December?” Both exams and a project… Now that would be tiresome. A little pony in Octavia’s head quickly supplied images of her and Vinyl committing to something that could also be tiresome.

“No,” Lyra retorted patiently, “we have those in October.” She looked around the kitchen. “Hey, got any bagels?”

“WHAT?” Octavia and Vinyl exclaimed in unison, immediately glancing at each other in fear.

“Bagels,” Lyra repeated with a pretense of thin patience. “I wonder if-”

“Our exams are in October?!” Octavia practically shrieked, advancing on the mint mare.

Lyra stepped out of the kitchen, backing down. “We have exams in theory in October, the project in December, and practical exams in May.” She looked at the stricken mares. “Seriously, don’t you ever go to the dean’s office?” Octavia blinked. Vinyl looked away as if the question didn’t concern her. “Well, apparently not. All right, we’ll leave you to your hot sexings. Good luck with that. Come on, Bonnie.”

The cream-coloured mare followed her marefriend, smiling sheepishly at the two musical mares, who still couldn’t collect their thoughts. Finally, Octavia spoke:

“Exams in October. Celestia help us.”

Lyra’s face slid through the doorway again. “By the way. Need some horn condoms?”

***

“Vinyl, you’re so warm,” Octavia murmured, wrapped in Vinyl’s gentle, yet amateur. embrace. She shifted a little and curled in Vinyl’s lap. “I want to spend the whole night like this,” she confessed, her head on her marefriend’s knees. “Just cuddling up to you and, and when you kiss me behind my left ear, and when you do that thing with your-”

Vinyl couldn’t bear the cuteness any longer and leaned over, planting a breezy kiss on the mare’s lips. “Tavi, you’re so cute and nerdy and sexy,” she said as she broke the kiss, much to Octavia’s displeasure. “You deserve a reward for being you.” The white mare lightly tapped Octavia’s back. “Come on, Tavi, roll over.”

Octavia’s eyes widened as her mind struggled to come to terms with what was happening. “V-vinyl…” she tried, blushing and looking away. I can’t! I simply can’t! I… “I don’t th-think I’m ready yet…” Oh Celestia I hope she understands! What if… What if she leaves because I’m such a scared little virgin?

“What?” Vinyl blinked, then laughed in realisation. “Celestia! Tavi, I’m not talking about sex!” Octavia relaxed visibly - and felt even more embarrassed at the fact that her mind had quickly supplied that exact topic. “I’ll never do something that you’re not ready for, or something that you don’t want to do.” Vinyl gently pushed her cellist away and laid her on her stomach. “I wanna give you a massage.”

Before Octavia could reply, Vinyl pressed her hooves into her marefriend’s back and began to rub them in firmly. She started off with little spots around Octavia’s neck and shoulders, and then moved on to the shoulders themselves.

“Oooh, Vinyl…” Octavia sighed, relaxing under the skilful hooves of the DJ. “You are so… mmm…” Celestia, she is amazing. I need to take some lessons from her…

Vinyl moved on to the back, running her hooves down Octavia’s spine, and then shifted onto the lower back region, massaging, rubbing, stretching… all the way to...

“V-Vinyl…” Octavia bit her lower lip due to the immense pleasure she was experiencing. “Vinyl, those are my flanks…”

“Yes.” Vinyl carried on without hesitation. “As your marefriend, I get the perk of massaging your gorgeous, sexy flank.” She slapped the cellist’s flank lightly.

“Oh yes…” Octavia moaned in delight. “Yes, carry on…”

Vinyl did carry on with rubbing Octavia’s flank like dough, pressing her hooves into the flesh until the cellist purred with delight. The DJ leaned in and brushed her lips against Octavia’s ear. “Tavi, want me to clop you?”

“W-what?” Octavia’s mind blanked for a moment. “W-what do you mean?” She searched her mind for the word, but could come up with nothing but the sound of hooves clopping against the floor.

“I mean…” Vinyl squeezed Octavia’s flanks with a smile, “Why don’t I clop you? Clop clop clop.” She tapped Octavia’s behind lightly. “Walk your kitty,” she explained to the oblivious mare. “You know, clack your clam? Do the dirty dive?”

“Wait.” The realisation was crawling upon Octavia like a snail. “You mean…” The cellist dropped her voice to a whisper. “You mean you want to masturbate me?” The mare flushed furiously, burying her face in the sheets. “Vinyl! That’s- I told you I’m not ready for sex yet!”

“That’s not sex,” Vinyl countered as she continued her massage, moving back to Octavia’s spine. “That’s just me…” She kissed her cellist’s ear. “Helping you blow off some steam~”

Even though the mere possibility of that sent Octavia to paradise, and despite her inner longing to become intimate with her marefriend, she knew that it was way too early for that; and, besides, Vinyl was not necessarily in the mood for that. There could be insecurities which the DJ countered by offering such intimacy. Hell, she could be just expressing her gratitude! And Octavia wanted their first time to be special. When they both felt it was time. Not like this. “Not like this,” Octavia said aloud with a sigh. “I want our, you know, to be special. So thank you, Vinyl. But… some other time, maybe?”

“Of course, Tavi,” Vinyl assured in a voice that was not hurt at all. “Everything will happen when you want it. The way you want it.” She straightened herself again, running her hooves down Octavia’s back. “So, if you want to spank me with a belt,” she concluded in a carefree voice, “I will be totally for it.”

“Wh-why would I want to spank you with a belt?” As Octavia said it, images of her spanking her marefriend commanded her mind, and they were strangely arousing. Somehow. Celestia, I really have to learn something about sex. Or else Vinyl will see the inexperienced geek that I am.

“Exactly.” Vinyl nodded, seeing the blush on Octavia’s cheeks. “Relax, baby. I’ll wait for you as long as necessary.” With that, she brushed her nose against Octavia’s cutie mark. “Mmm, just relax and let me do the thing.”

***

Okay, Vinyl did the thing. She certainly did. I almost had an orgasm. At least I think I did. I have no idea what orgasms are actually like. To add: if we decide that Vinyl should clop me, that would be my first clop. Imagine that. Still, I liked the massage a lot. It feels like we are growing more intimate. Without being, you know, intimate. But someday we’ll have sex and… that fills me with dread. I have no idea what sex is supposed to be like. And whether it would hurt. And whether… Ah, we have more pressing matters at hoof.

Like that project! And the exams! Should I start revising for them already? But what’s there to revise? We haven’t studied that much… Oh Celestia, what if I fail an exam? What if I fail them all?! They’ll kick me out of uni, and Mom will kick me out of the house, and Vinyl will kick me… Um, she will kick me all right and probably make me like it somehow but that’s not the point! Ugh. All right. Time to go to sleep. And to think I’ll be eighteen in a couple weeks…

a very anxious Octavia, September 19th

***

Octavia woke up to the sound of Vinyl sobbing next to her in bed. Quickly, she shook off the remains of sleep and rolled over to her marefriend. Vinyl lay on the bed curled up in a ball, crying softly into the blanket. Octavia wrapped her hooves around the mare.

“I… *sniff* I didn’t mean to wake you up.” Vinyl trembled as Octavia began to caress her back. “I-I’ll go s-sleep *sob* on the sofa…”

Vinyl made a motion to get up, but Octavia held her close, shaking her head. “Shush, you silly pony. I’m with you. And you’re not going anywhere.” The cellist kissed her DJ on the horn. “Bad dream again?”

Vinyl nodded, as she avoided looking at her mare. “M-melody. Had a d-dream about us c-catching butterflies. It- she was so-!” Vinyl broke into sobs again.

Octavia didn’t know what to say. For the second time, she felt so unable, so useless. All she could do was hold her marefriend close and whisper sweet nothings in her ear. Something told her it was enough. But, while it was enough for now, that didn’t mean it would be enough in the future.

“Tavi, can you sing me a lullaby, please?” Vinyl asked suddenly, having calmed down somewhat.

“Huh?” Octavia kept stroking Vinyl’s back automatically. “A lullaby?” The cellist quickly ran through her mind and found at least fourteen different lullabies from her time in music school. “What lullaby, dear?”

“You called me ‘dear’.” Vinyl smiled through the remaining tears. “That’s… That’s so…” She took a deep breath. “A lullaby from Stalliongrad. My mother used to sing it to Melody…” Her voice trembled slightly, and Octavia squeezed her tighter. “I know you don’t speak the language, but it’s an opera standard so…”

Octavia nodded, realising what lullaby Vinyl meant. “I’ll try. Though my pronunciation won’t be perfect.” Clearing her throat, she relaxed her grip on Vinyl and, with a deep breath, began to sing:

Спи, моя радость, усни~

В доме погасли огни~

Рыбки уснули в пруду~

Птички уснули в саду~

Месяц на небе блестит~

Месяц в окошко глядит~

Глазки скорее сомкни~

Спи, моя радость, усни~