Wubs and Distractions

By I_Am_Iron_Ore

You were really getting confused with the day and night schedule you had to keep. That mare- you never got her name- said to meet up with her at the coffee shop at 2 o'clock in the afternoon. When you got up, it was around 7:30 at night, the night before you were to meet her. Before you could do so, you had to go through another lesson with Princess Luna. She said you would be learning to use your magic and levitation skills while being distracted. Your work clothes, the ones you arrived in Equestria in, had been washed and neatly folded on a dresser for you nearby. You were almost certain that wearing the same two outfits would get a little annoying, but there was no time to think about that now, for you needed to shower and get ready for the night.

"There you are." Luna says as you enter. You nod.

"Sorry I'm late." You apologize. You take your seat across from the princess and she smiles.

"It's fine. We're all late sometimes." You can tell she isn't using her renaissance voice, since it was just the two of you. She clears her throat.

"Today, you will work on your ability to focus while levitating objects. This lesson should be short if you have a good attention span." She says. You nod and smile.

"Sure, let's get started." You confirm. She nods and levitates over a grouping of objects from an adjacent table. The objects consisted of a feather, an apple, and a book. She set them down in a row and pointed to the feather.

"Levitate this feather." She orders. You nod and begin the now familiar process that you have grown used to. You begin thinking of the feather, it's texture, it's size, even what it would feel like. Then, you think of lifting it. Only seconds after the thought transition, you can feel the magic resonate from your horn and you see your forest green magic aura engulf the feather. It slowly lifted from the table and began to orbit around you. That's when you see Luna's horn start to glow. You think nothing of it or the time being but realize the mistake in that when a bolt of her magic whizzes past your left ear. You get spooked and look to Luna, ready to dodge the next bolt. It never comes. Instead, she is shaking her head.

"You lost concentration and dropped the object. Try again."

You stay still for a moment, looking at her a moment more before restarting and lifting the feather and floating it around the room again. This time, you know what she's looking for, so when she sends another bolt of Magic at you, you take no notice and continue levitating, even though you could feel the breeze of that last shot and you're crapping your pants at what could happen if she actually hit you. She fires bolt after bolt in your direction, but none of them make contact. None the less, you bob, weave and maneuver your head away from each shot.

"You're learning... Good." Luna observes as you continue your movement.

"I'm going to aim at you now, so you will need to observe me more while levitating the feather."

Your heart beats a little faster. This was getting harder. The aura around the feather died slightly, but picked up every time you finished dodging a shot. After a good 5 minutes of practice, her shots stopped and she clapped her hands lightly.

"Well done. Now on to heavier objects. Lift that apple." She says.

The process continues with the apple, with practically the same results. When you move on to the book however, you manage to drop it 3 times and end up with a slight headache. Luna nods and smiles.

"Well done. You will need more practice, but you are progressing well. Onto..... More difficult.... Distractions."

You cringe at that last part. You don't want to know what she's planning.

She points to the feather again.

"Lift it." She says plainly. Your skeptical at first, but you continue anyways and lift the feather again. Nothing happens for a few seconds, and you start to think there is no distraction.

Wow! This is easy! You could do this all day! Piece of ca-

You feel something hard, yet strangely soft and warm brush against your hoof. The strange thing continues to stroke and caress your hoof until a second thing, just like the first, begins rubbing your other hoof. Your curiosity gets the better of you and you sneak a quick peek under the table. What you see causes you to catch your breath in your throat and almost choke.

Princess Luna is rubbing her bare hooves against yours.

Your face turns read and your heart begins beating faster. You look back to the feather- it's on the table, untouched by your magic. Luna looks at you with a lustrous look in her eyes and raises an eyebrow.

"What's wrong Zyphos?..... Distracted?"

You almost forgot her nickname for you. You stumble over your words and try to pick the feather up again, but your mind keeps drifting to the wonderful feeling of the Princesses hooves against yours, and the subsequent and sudden increase in pressure it's causing in your pants.

It feels so good. Neither of you seem to even remember the lesson as she slowly drags her right hoof up your leg and to your thigh. You gasp slightly and she hums as she reaches the bulge in your pants. She lingers only for a moment before beginning to massage it. You let a small groan escape your lips as she adds more pressure and you can feel yourself building up.

The door opens to the right of you.

"Your highness, Princess Celestia wishes to-"

Sunshine stands in the doorway, looking on with an awkward expression across his face. He stops mid sentence and stares at the two of you. From where he stands he can see exactly what the princess is doing and how much it's affecting you.

Silence.

Silence.

The three of you continue to do nothing but exchange looks and share the awkward silence.

Silence.

Luna takes her hooves off of you and stands. She coughs once and straightens the dress she's wearing.

"We will never speak of this. Not a word to anypony. Is that clear?" She states, her voice cracking. You swallow a lump that's formed in your throat and say the only word that comes to your mind.

"Boner."

Luna facepalms and Sunshine backs out slowly.

"Lesson over."

You are currently walking down the main hallway to your room. The lesson ended in the most awkward way possible, and if anypony- did you just- yeah, anypony. You did. Anyways, if anypony was there besides the three of you, you could guarantee that the awkwardness would spread to their poor souls as well.

You twist the knob to your room and flop on the bed. The time is 4 in the morning, and if you're gonna have enough energy to meet with that mare you met at the coffee shop at 2 in the afternoon, you'll need your sleep.

After tossing and turning, you manage to drift off.... But you can't help but feeling you're being watched.

You wake up about 7 hours later at 11:45. Just enough time to shower and head on your merry way. Wear the clothes you came in again, hoping they wouldn't smell too too bad. Your shower goes quick, and you nab your iPod and the bag of remaining bits from your first compensation. If you remember correctly, you have about 20 bits left, and you're sure that would be enough. You open your door and follow a guard down the hallway to the outside. This is your first time leaving the castle alone, so you feel a little shy. You push that feeling aside though and head to the coffee shop.

You are now outside the coffee shop, waiting patiently for the mare to show up. It's been a good ten minutes, but to you she seemed like the kind of mare that you'll usually be late.

"Hey!"

You turn your head in the direction of the greeting. There down the street is the mare, wearing an off white tank top, short shorts, a pair of purple and blue sneakers, and a pair of white and blue headphones were resting on her neck. You notice lots of the stallions staring at her. You follow their gaze and become helpless as your jaw drops as well. This is the first time you were able to see more than just her top half, for there was no countertop separating you, and HOLY SHIT.

DAT ASS!

A little bigger than most, but with the perfect combo of firmness and wiggliness. You Had to feel it... Slap it... Mold it....Squeeze it. It was the most amazing ass you've ever seen! She swayed her hips teasingly as she walked, her electric blue hair bobbing with every step. The purple shades she wore now rested on top of her head, and a pair of blazing ruby eyes stared at you with amusement as she approached you.

"Eyes up here dude. I know I look good but damn son, close your mouth."

You shake your head and hide a slight blush.

"Sorry." You say. You clear your throat and attempt to change the subject.

"So, I never got your name yesterday."

She holds out a hand, covered by a leather glove, but cut off at the fingers.

"Vinyl Scratch. What's your name?"

You reach out and shake her hand. It's cold.

"Anon." You solidly say, forgetting your cover name. She gives you a weird look.

"Anon? What kinda name is Anon?" She asks. You snap back and realize your goof.

"I'll tell you later." You say, hoping to drop the conversation. To your relief, she shrugs and leans against the wall to the coffee shop.

"So what do you wanna do?" She asks. You pull out your iPod.

"Well you said you're into the same type of music as me. Wanna take a listen?" You suggest. She nods and you turn up the volume so you're both able to hear it.

The song starts and you both listen in. You can see her squint her eyes and stay the lyrics, and even as the song begins to fade out. She leans back.

"Pretty good. Definitely something I'd listen to. How come I've never heard it?

'Because it's not from this dimension' you think.

"Dunno." You end up saying. She looks around and walks off.

"Follow me. I'll show you to my place." She says over her shoulder.

You enter Vinyl's apartment. It's pretty big, you might even say penthouse big. It's split into two sides. On one side, everything's dark, cans of an unknown energy drink and pizza boxes litter the floor with a mess of dirty clothes, an unkempt bed is to the far wall, with a large podium with a very large speaker set and DJ turn table adjacent to it.

On the other side of the main room, it is presteenly spotless, with beautiful white furniture and a glass coffee table. The shutters were drawn open, letting in plenty of light; all of which seemed to focus itself on a mare laid out across the couch reading a magazine. She has gray fur like you, and a darker gray mane. She's wearing a plaid dress shirt and a black skirt. She looks up as the two of you enter and groans.

"Really, Vinyl? Another stallion? This has to be the 4th this week! You need to pace yourself!" She shouts. Vinyl turns red and flips her off.

"Calm your tits,Tavi. I brought him over because we both like the same music!" She shouts back. The mare now known as tavi rolls her deep purple eyes and sighs.

"Who would ever like that? He has obviously never heard classical music before."

You smile.

"I like classical music too."

Tavi brightens up.

"See? He is not interested in your trash."

"I never said that"

"So you like both then?" Vinyl cuts in. You nod.

She lets it sink in before going to a door on the far wall.

"Well I gotta take a crap. You two play nice till I get back." She calls, shutting the door behind her.

You and the other mare stay silent for a second before she speaks up.

"Well, it's nice to meet you. I'm Octavia Filarmonica." She gets up from the couch she was laying on and goes to shake your hand. You meet her halfway and grasp her Hand lightly.

"I'm Anon." You say. "I'm not from around here." Octavia nods.

"Clearly not with a name like Anon." She says. "What is that? Prench? Istallion?"

Wut? What are those? Ethnicities? Never heard of them before.

“Nope” you say. “Theres a story behind it, but ill tell you later.” You finish. She looks a little disappointed that you didn’t tell her more, but you don’t want to go around telling everypony you’re from an alternate dimension right away. They might think you’re crazy.

You both go silent again, and you soon feel it your duty to start a new topic.

“So, other than work at that coffee shop, what else do you do?” You ask her. She smiles excitedly.

“I am the lead cello player for the Canterlot Symphony… I also play the double bass.” She states proudly. It caught your attention. You used to play the bass back in Middle School through High School.

“Cool. I play the Bass too.” you say. Her eyes go wide and she immediately jumps from her seat and rushes through what you presume to be the door to her room.

“Wait right there!” She calls to you.

You hear the sound of thing being moved and objects falling to the ground. She comes out a moment later with a large case. She opens it and reveals a large wooden double bass.

“May I hear you?” She asks. You open your mouth to respond, but you’re stopped by Vinyl returning from the lavatory. She grabs your arm and drags you to her darker side of the room.

“Maybe later Tavi, We got stuff to do.” She says to a groaning Octavia. You take a seat on the stage and watch her take up a position behind the DJ equipment.

“Hold on, I just gotta move this-” Shes cut off when she accidentally pushes one of her 6 foot tall speakers over…. Right on top of you. All you see of the next couple of hours is a blur.

You open your eyes and see the blurred outline of Vinyl bent over you. She shouts something to you, but it reaches your ears fuzzy and incoherent. Blurry Octavia steps in to the right and begins shouting fuzz at Blurry Vinyl, who in turn starts yelling back. Your eyes close.

You open your eyes again and see Vinyl dragging you by your hooves across the alternating dirt and cobblestone streets of Canterlot. You feel your head bump against every small divot and pothole. Your eyes close.

You open your eyes again and see what you guess is the hospital, considering the giant blurry red cross planted right freaking center on the building. A white blur rushes over and begins talking to Blurry Octavia. Blurry Vinyl drops your hooves and walks over to the other two. You can feel a bit of strength return to you and sit up. The blurs are busy fuzzing- sorry, the ponies are busy talking to each other and they don’t notice you. You turn your head to the right and see a white hospital carriage run into you. You fall back over and into unconsciousness.

Author's Note

Next chapter for your viewing pleasure... Emphasis on Pleasure