Dear Red Shoes,

We all want things that we can't have, do we not? For some, it's a bigger house, a noble title, or even more bits. For others, it's an extra hour of sleep, or even an extra appendage on their forehead. Having the object of your desires out of reach is bad enough, but it's even worse when it's only a few feet away from you nearly all of the time. You see, the thing that was just out of my grasp wasn't a thing at all, but a pony...

"Ugh, what a day." As soon as I cleared the threshold of my dorm room, I shrugged my saddlebags off my shoulders and very unceremoniously dropped them in the corner. I thought I saw a notebook and a pen fly out and slide under my dresser, but at that point I was too brain-dead to care. Winter finals were approaching in less than two weeks, and as usual it seemed as though every professor at the Canterlot Academy of Music was going out of their way to cram as much stuff into these final days as possible. 'I swear, they do this on purpose.'

At least I wasn't alone in that feeling. Many of my classmates were all but burnt out, and we still had finals to take too. I had heard the rumors that second-year was the true 'weed out' year at the Academy, and so far, it had been living up to its reputation. 'And then some,' I added as an afterthought. My stomach growled a bit and I looked over to the small clock on my desk. "And of course, no dining hall for another two hours." I turned my head to glare at the golden lyre that adorned my flank. "Some days, I wish you were a newspaper... Or at least something less stressful."

My inner grousing continued as I slumped onto my bed. I stretched out immediately, grimacing in relief and pain as more than a few kinks worked their way out of my neck and back. "I really need a massage," I muttered. "I really should take Octavia up on her suggestion to visit Aloe and Lotus when the massage therapy school is holding a 'work-study' day."

'Octavia...' Just saying her name gave me a moment's pause.

Octavia Melody. Third-year student, top of her class, cellist prodigy... And my roommate. A native of Trottingham's rich musical heritage and only child of two first-chairs in the city's famed orchestra, the musical world was calling her the 'next Trotelier' before she had even stepped hoof on campus for the first time. When I first received my dorm assignment for the year, I thought I'd have to contend with throngs of ponies parading in and out of the room as they jockeyed for her attention, or an autograph. Yet nopony ever came. Then again, Octavia never sought them out. She preferred to 'work alone', as she was fond of saying, and if she wasn't on campus for class or a rehearsal, she was in our room doing more of the same. We got along just fine, and we both knew the other would help out if something was amiss, but otherwise, we were like two trains passing each other on the tracks time and time again.

And it was driving me crazy.

It was no secret that I preferred mares over stallions, and this particular mare had me captivated as much by her musical skill as her looks. The long, silver-streaked mane, piercing violet eyes, and a pristine grey coat, all wrapped around a form that was toned but still very feminine. Even being in the same room with her would raise my pulse a bit, and when she returned from the communal bath in our building, I'd silently bask in the scent of her honey and jasmine infused shampoo. There were plenty of good-looking mares on our floor, or even on campus, but I'd have given my right flank for one night with Octavia.

Yet for as close as she was to me, she felt so far away. After all, she was a third-year student, and halfway to stardom already. I was but a second-year student, not even close to the top ten in my class, and certainly not from any rich or famous family. "Like she'd even go for me anyway." I grumbled a bit as I rolled over and looked across the room to her empty cello stand. She'd occasionally practice in here, especially if she wanted a second set of ears on a new piece she had written, or a new tuning setup she made to her cello. Those were the most tortuous moments of all.

Not because of the music - which was divine - but because I had to watch her play. If she was beautiful walking or standing still, Octavia was a goddess when she played. The focus, the intensity in those violet eyes was hypnotizing; it was like she was looking at another realm in front of her, where only she and the cello existed. Her mane and tail would sway just so as she drew the bow over the strings, her hooves moving slow, then fast, then slow again as her cello sang to the heavens.

It took a great deal of concentration to sit through her entire piece without either drooling on myself or becoming so aroused that it was impossible to hide it. If not for the risk of damaging her prized cello, I'd have tackled her onto my bed and begged her to take me right there. 'Oh, I can just imagine...'

A wave of very dirty thoughts ran through my mind just then as I imagined my roommate playing in front of me, her hips swaying like a metronome with each sonorous measure... Then falling onto my bed as I poured out my feelings to her. I involuntarily scooted closer to the far edge of the bed, as if I were making room for her next to me. My face turned scarlet beneath my minty green coat, and the first wave of warmth spread through my legs. "Well, she won't be back for hours, and I'm not that tired I suppose." A quick flick of my horn wrapped the deadbolt in a golden glow and flipped it to the locked position. 'Just in case.'

Room secured, I laid back, closed my eyes, and let my mind wander right back into the proverbial gutter. In my mind'e eye, I could see Octavia laid out on the bed next to me, her back snuggled up tight against my chest. "Hmm, nice and warm." I felt a warm shiver roll through my chest, as if I really was snuggling something - or somepony - close. I imagined holding her close, yet the sensation was so soft and gentle... I nuzzled the back of her head, and for a moment, I could almost smell the familiar scents of jasmine and honey. Truly, I could have laid there with her for hours, nuzzling her, holding her, stroking my hoof through her silken mane. But my increasingly dirty mind wanted much, much more.

I felt my tail swish against the bed, and as I looked back, I could see my hind legs rubbing themselves together a bit already. 'I like my imagination sometimes.' I dove right back into my depraved mind, and I could almost feel Octavia snuggle even deeper into my chest before rolling her head back to look at me with her gorgeous eyes. I caught her beautiful gaze for a moment before leaning in and kissing her. I literally shuddered as the image of her kiss filled my mind. Her lips were softer than silk and so incredibly warm.

"Mmhm..." I hummed contentedly as I melted into her kiss. I felt her hoof run through my mane and grasp the back of my neck to pull us closer still. I reciprocated by sliding a hoof between Octavia's neck and the pillow, and as I cradled her head in the crook of my leg, I let my tongue slide teasingly against the edge of her lips. Another flash of heat ran through my spine as I saw her part her lips and invite me in, and I barely held back a groan as our tongues met in an intricate, slow dance. The increasingly small conscious side of my mind noted rather loudly that I was nearly making out with my pillow, but the voice of reason was quickly silenced by the beautiful cellist that was filling my mind with desire and lust.

"You... You don't know how long I've waited for this," I heard her say to me between kisses. I saw Octavia gently nip my ear before running a hoof through my mane again, this time letting the long green and white strands frame the right side of my face. "Why didn't you say anything?"

I kissed her again, grabbing her tongue with my own for a moment before pulling away with a flourish. "I- I don't know," I whispered. "I guess I never thought I'd be good enough for you. You're known across Equestria, and have high-class ponies fawning over you." I stroked her cheek and tried to hide a frown. "How could I ever measure up?"

A gentle warmth overcame me as I felt Octavia roll over to face me, our chests mere inches apart. She reached her hooves out and embraced me like I could disappear in an instant. "Lyra, no. Those are the exact ponies that I don't want." Her voice was a gentle whisper in my ear. "They want me for my music alone, or to be seen next to me. What I want is real friends, real companions..." she gave me a smoldering gaze, "...and perhaps, a real lover too." Without another word, she rolled further towards me, and with a gentle nudge, pushed me fully onto my back.

I brought my eyes up to look at her and I gasped. Octavia was hovering above me, her hind legs straddling my body and her forelegs resting on my chest. Her violet eyes were nearly glowing as she stared down at me, and it was all I could do not to melt into my bed and through the floor. A casual observer would have seen me rubbing my hooves all over myself, but in my increasingly lust-addled mind, I was tracing lines up and down Octavia's barrel, savoring the silken feel of her coat against me. I watched in awe as she reached behind her and popped the clasp on her trademark bow-tie. She let it fall from around her neck, catching it expertly with a hoof before throwing it to the side. My heart was thundering in my chest, and the warmth in my body was quickly spreading through my lower half. "P-please... Please take me." I managed to whisper.

An instant later, she was on me. Octavia's chest was crushed against mine, our lips locked together in a heated, all-consuming kiss. This time our tongues met without a second thought, and for a few moments all I could feel was her hot breath on me as we explored each other's mouths. "Oh, yes... Yes..." I moaned into her ear as our she broke the kiss just long enough to move down my cheek and down my neck. She kissed and lapped at my fur, her breath washing over me like a burst of steam. "Don't stop..."

Our bodies continued to move against each other as hooves, lips, manes, and even tails became entwined. I returned as many kisses and caresses as I could, but I quickly became a whimpering mound of putty under Octavia's passionate assault. A sudden burst of nerves struck me, and I thought for a moment that she had kissed me too hard; I concentrated just enough to open my eyes and immediately realized that it was my hoof that disrupted my dream when it grazed my nipples just a bit too hard. Still, my blood was racing, and even the momentary lapse in my fantasy was not enough to dampen the arousal running through my haunches. My eyes closed again as I dove headlong into what was easily my most vivid fantasy yet.

"Mmhm... Yes, Octavia..." I imagined her slowly kissing and nibbling her way down my barrel, her lips and hooves leaving a hot trail all over me. My hooves were roaming all over my body now, and I could already smell my arousal filling the air around me. My hind legs spread further apart as I envisioned Octavia inching closer and closer to my haunches. I shuddered again as my hooves - her hooves - ran up and down the soft fur on my inner thighs. "Oh, yes, don't stop..." I pressed my back further into the bed and lifted my hips, doing whatever I could to bring this gorgeous, sultry fantasy to the next level.

Finally, it happened. The first touch. I felt the edge of a smooth hoof glance across my outer lips, and I couldn't help but utter a lusty, throaty moan as I felt my juices run down my lips and into my tail. "Oh, yes! That feels so good!" I may have been too loud, but I didn't care if others heard us. As far as I was concerned, the mare of my dreams was in my bed, pleasuring me like nopony ever had before. 'And I want more.'

I felt my lips part, and I saw her hoof slip further into my tender flesh. "Oh, stars... Yes!" My eyes were full of adrenaline and pure lust as I stared down my chest at Octavia, her eyes locked onto my soaked pussy. Her hoof moved as smoothly over my flesh as it did her cello's strings, and in took only a minute for my body to sing in response. Fast, then slow. Up, then across. A light touch, then a deep, heavy pressure. Like her music, it was always new, always varied, yet all perfectly timed to make pure perfection. I moaned all the louder, lewdly grinding my soaked haunches against her now slick hoof. "Aahn, y-yes! I'm getting close, oh don't stop!"

A second sensation hit me like a lightning bolt, and I arched my back even higher. I shifted on the bed, giving my free hoof enough room to massage my erect nipples while my other hoof - Octavia's hoof - continued its sensual assault on my marehood. I could picture Octavia's lips on me again, eagerly licking and sucking on my nipples like they were candy. My whole body was covered in a sheen of sweat and arousal, but that only drove my heart faster. I shuddered and moaned as Octavia's eager tongue pressed deeper and harder into my nipples while her hoof continued to tease my wet folds, drawing every last drop of arousal from my core as I begged and pleaded for still more.

It only took a few more minutes for the orgasm to begin rushing through my veins. I could feel it coming on like a tidal wave, and I rushed headlong towards it. "Yes! Yes! I'm so close! D-don't stop!" I swore I felt Octavia's tongue encircle a nipple as her hoof moved deeper into me and part my inner lips again.

Her hoof brushed right over my swollen clit and my world exploded around me.

"Aahn! Yes, Tavi, yes!" I nearly screamed her beautiful name as an incredible orgasm raced through me. "Oh, yes! Y- Aahn!" I wildly ground my pussy against her hoof, drawing the orgasm out as long as I possibly could. My chest heaved as I basked in the sheer euphoria; I could still feel the echoes of the orgasm rolling through me over and over again, but I just laid there and let myself be washed away in the tide of ecstasy.

In the corner of my mind, I thought I heard a fairly loud knocking sound, but it wasn't followed by the tell-tale thunk of the deadbolt, so I ignored it. Finally, my mind began to return to the present and I opened my eyes. "W-wow..." I looked around and had to chuckle a bit. My mane was a mess, my coat was matted and sweaty, and my sheets were definitely going to need to be changed. I turned again to the empty cello stand across from me, and for a second, I saw Octavia playing a beautiful, deep composition... While she stared at me like only a lover can.

"At least I'll see you in my dreams, Octavia."

When all you have are dreams and fantasies, I suppose you can make them as detailed - and as hot - as you want them to be. Nopony came to me to complain about my little solo performance that day. But, as I found out later, I wasn't playing to an entirely empty house either.

Author's Note

Hmm, I wonder who was out there in the hallway? Grossed out fellow residents? Disgusted Resident Assistant?

Or perhaps a very, very shocked cellist?

You'll find out soon, as the next part of this sexy little adventure is already in the works. But while you wait for that, my good friend Loyal will step up to wow you with a Red Shoes entry of his own!