Author's Note

[ Warning, if you are uncomfortable with deep throat/drool fetishes and anthro ponies then run away. ]

and yes, You're gonna have a week of private lessons..

This story is told from the perspective of Noteworthy (if he was you), who in my opinion, would be a great match for Octavia.

Part two will be up soon… Hehe. action.. for now, here's a cliffhanger.

Let me know if theres any spelling mistakes or anything.

Day One

Monday

Everyone hates Mondays. Especially if you're Noteworthy, novice Musician living in Ponyville and soon-to be the next big hit in music. Or, that's what you think.

Your mornings will usually start like this: You'll wake up, morning wood as usual. Crank out a quick one, eat breakfast, then songwriting from then on. You had to admit, the schedule was pretty easy to get used to, although most of the things on the imaginary list were too boring. Other than eating or cranking out a quick one to ease your aching balls.

Then, shit. You remember something.

"Lesson at 2.." You mutter, swearing to yourself for having forgotten. Really? It was 1:30pm, you hadn't even eaten breakfast and you have the most famous musician in Equestria coming to your home in 30 minutes? "Shape up, man!" You tell yourself and vault out of bed, speeding towards the shower. You weren't exactly the neatest and cleanest person, but remember, this is the most famous (and hottest) mare in Equestria coming to your home!

After a Quick 2 Minute shower you check the time. 1:39. You could recall it being Two minutes.. but.. how the hell does time fly by that fast?

AND YOU STILL HAVE THAT FUCKING ERECTION. How the hell do you think Octavia would react with your huge dong flopping around? No time to imagine the infinite amount of horny situations that would unfold if such a thing happened.. Your top priority now was to clean up downstairs and get rid of that fucking erection..

"Or maybe, she'll just shrug it off? I mean, half of the ponies in Ponyville walk around naked.." you mutter. Only ponies up in fancy-schmancy Canterlot wore clothes. Bah, who even needs them?

You run downstairs, and to your surprise, the living area isn't as dirty. Heck, you could eat off the fucking floor in there.. Your double bass and saxophone are propped up against the wall neatly, music stand already up with the Required songs and exercises Octavia wanted.

A quick dash to the kitchen and you find that the time is 2:00. She should be arriving right about…

…now? Strangely, your doorbell doesn't ring.. by know, it would be, but strange. Perhaps she got stuck in the rain and stopped somewhere to wait it out?

Anyways, you sit down in the living area on one of the stools set out for her. Way to pre-plan for the mare, by the way. If she was gonna be taking a long while, you might as well let out that quickie you were suppose to in the morning..

20 minutes pass by, and you decide you're gonna do it. AS SOON as you place your hand on your throbbing member (which is strange how long it's been erect, you should have that checked out), the doorbell rings. You let out a grumble in frustration, standing up. It's hard to balance with that huge throbbing horsecock you have, though..

You walk down the short flight of stairs to the front door. Thank god she couldn't see you through the glass.. Hesitant at first, you open the door, and there she is, staring right into your eyes.

Octavia, in all of her glory. Tie and everything. She was covered from head to toe with rain, making you a bit more.. hard… In the limited time you have You scan her up and down quickly and assess her.

Large breasts? CHECK. Dress? Check.

"Um, excuse me.." She clears her throat slightly. "Is this the home of.. er.." Her eyes trail off from yours and wander down, but snap back up. "Noteworthy, if I'm correct?"

"Yeah. And you're.. er.. 'speakin to him.." You smile awkwardly, hoping she notices your pearly white teeth.

"Yeeah.." She muttered. "The lesson will be a bit longer, Mr. Noteworthy. Having to walk from Canterlot to Ponyville - especially in the rain - is not my cup of tea."

"Yeah.. wouldn't be mine either, right?" You open the door a bit for her to walk in, and close it behind her, locking it.

As you turn around, you catch a glimpse of her starring at your member. "Uhh.." Your cheeks turn rose as you look at her.

"What?" Octavia said. "You think I get grossed out if some stallion like you is just walking down the streets with his genitals hanging out?" She sighed. "It's just… big? And I understand that mares and stallions both need their.. private time."

"C-can we get back to, you know, the lesson?" You ask. "My apologies." She says, passing you and walking up the stairs.

As you follow her, you can't but manage to look at her ass, hips swaying hypnotically. You get the perfect chance to peek up her skirt, but remember, she's here. No time for percy Noteworthy.. You at LEAST have to try to act civilized. She's a canterlot pony anyways…

"An electric double bass and a saxophone?" She asked, noticing your two instruments in the Living area. "Interesting.."

"I suspect we'll be using the bass?" You suggest, walking over and picking it up. She begins unpacking her cello, bending over to open the case.

Man, how it would be awesome to be behind her with that view.. you think to yourself, watching her bend over. You shake your head and continue setting up.

"Let's start with a basic warm-up." She says. "Pick a scale."

You pause. "Minor or major?"

She face palms. "Pick a scale." She says again. You choose the first one that pops up in your head. "C Major. With arpeggio."

She nods slowly. "Good choice. Play it to me." she grins slightly.

"Um.. I thought you were playing too.." You mutter.

"Oh, yes. I'll be playing. I just want to get a gist of how good you are."

You sigh, picking up the bow. After a long pause, you begin playing.

Do not mess up. Do NOT fucking MESS UP. You even try adding in Vibrato to impress her, but she doesn't seem impressed. Or interested.

Feeling creative, you go to a whole new song.. An improvisation piece. A Large step away from the "classy type".

You don't seem to notice, but she's got into the improv as well, playing along with you. Or, at least, trying to match your playing style. She plays classical, not improvisation and jazzy shit.

After a good solid ten minutes of playing, you both stop, panting and sweaty. "Well." She says. "I think this lesson is over. See you tomorrow."

"WAIT what?" You ask, confused.

"I know what tomorrow's lesson is. Improv. You did very well for someone I've met just today, sounding like a professional. You have a lot of potential, Mr. Noteworthy, and I might be the key to opening a new talent."

You nod in understanding. Looking to the window, she frowns, cursing out loud. "Still raining. And coming down hard. What the hell is with the weather ponies today? Slacking off on the job?"

"Guess so." You suggest.

She sighs. "Will it be.. you know, fine if I spend the night here? Forecast says the rain won't stop until late afternoon tomorrow."

"Sure." You say, reluctant. "I mean, yeah, that's fine. A guest room is up stairs, first door on the right. You can use the shower if you'd like, from the rain and all."

"You're very kind, Mr. Noteworthy. Thank you." She nods, smiling a bit, before turning around and walking upstairs, hips swaying.

Once she disappears upstairs, you fall down onto a nearby couch, sighing. How the hell will you be able to manage a week of this?

Your stomach growls. She might be hungry.. you decide to cook some dinner. RAMEN FUCKING NOODLES.

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After about 20 minutes of cooking and cleaning up, you decide to go check up on Octavia, to see if things are all right. You walk upstairs, and slowly open your door. Your jaw drops straight down.

The musician is on the bed, legs spread apart as she is in the middle of pleasuring herself.. She looks up at you, and you both lock eyes once again.

Did she have to keep the door unlocked?!