Mute

by GodOfBBQ

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, DJ P0N-3, Sad, Romance, Drama, Octavia
Length: 2790

Vinyl isn't a mare of many words, and when Octavia begins to question their relationship, Vinyl can't seem to find the words to save their love

Vinyl never liked it when Octavia was mad at her, and when she was, she would do everything in her power to make her feel better. But, when Octavia comes home, demanding that Vinyl actually speak to her and tell her that she loves her, Vinyl simply can't comply. Vinyl is left without a clue on what to do to make Octavia feel better. How can she say something without a voice to say it with?

This is my Romantic One Shot in honor of my One Year anniversary of being a writer here on FimFiction

Published 2015-06-09 00:30:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-06-09 00:30:02 UTC

Mute

Mute

Vinyl sat behind her turntables, testing each dial and button on the control panel to make sure all was in working condition and nothing needed repairing. She came to one knob however that wouldn't turn smoothly, in fact it didn't move at all. With a forceful turn with the power of her magic, she was able to turn the knob, but alas, the knob had broken off.

Frustrated, she threw the knob to the side, knowing that she would need to spend money to buy a new knob she groaned and slumped back into her chair. She turned her head to check the time on the digital clock that sat near her turntables.

6:50 PM

Octavia would be returning from work soon. At least she would have the company of her partner to cheer her up. To this day, Vinyl is still pondering just how she won the heart of the mare she loved today. Vinyl didn't talk much, if anything, she replied with gestures or head movements like nods or shakes. Maybe Octavia had a thing for the quiet type. Octavia could be a chatterbox at times and Vinyl did nothing but listen.

Maybe that was why Octavia admired Vinyl so much. For someone who could be easily distracted by the sound of her own music or other techno based music, she was a good listener when she didn't have her headphones on; like she almost always did.

Octavia could spend hours on end talking about ponies she’s worked with or is currently working with, gossip about said ponies, and so much more. Even if Vinyl hardly spoke, this didn't seem to be a problem to Octavia. As far as Vinyl knew, Octavia didn't complain about her lack of communication. But on their very first date, Octavia did ask why Vinyl didn't speak much. To which Vinyl replied with a simple shrug.

Even Vinyl herself didn't know why she didn't talk a lot. Maybe it’s because she liked seeing herself as a silent protagonist, or maybe she settled with being the quiet type, maybe she simply let her music do the talking for her, or maybe the latter. All she knew was that she didn't talk much and she was fine with that.

Vinyl took her shades off and rubbed her tired eyes. For the past two hours, she’s been editing her music, to make sure that it didn't sound sloppy or unorganized. She found it funny. Octavia always commented that all her music took to create was to push a couple buttons and turn some dials. But it was deeper than that. Not only did she have to constantly find a new beat to every one of her songs, she had to find a new sound, a sound that hasn't been discovered before, somehow turn that sound and new beat into a rhythmic song, edit it to make it sound smooth and organized, and finally finalized. But that was simply a summary of the entire process her music took to create.

As Vinyl began to retire from her work, she heard the lock to the door unlock. She checked the clock.

7:00 PM

Octavia was home. Vinyl smiled and got up from her seat. She went towards the door to greet her lover. However, when she finally got to the door, the door swung open, only inches close to hitting Vinyl’s muzzle. Octavia stomped into the house, dropped her bag on the floor, leaned her cello on its rack and slumped down on the couch. Octavia wiped her eyes, her mane was a mess, tangles and stray hairs stuck out of her usually perfect mane. She looked frazzled and tired, knowing this, Vinyl made her way to the couch to comfort her partner.

She sat down next to Octavia and brushed her head up to her, nuzzling Octavia’s chest like a cat would, she finally got a reaction from Octavia.

“Oh… Hello Vinyl…”

This didn't sound right. Her greetings were always happy, calm, and warm. But this one was cold, and angry. Slightly tilting her head to the side, Vinyl; in her way, asked what was wrong.

“Oh, I’m fine Vinyl. I’m simply perfect! How are you?”

Octavia was obviously annoyed. Why was that? Did she have another bad day at work? Did Vinyl forget to do something? This made Vinyl even more curious to know what was bothering her lover.

Tilting her head, Vinyl asked again; in her own way, what was the matter. With a huff, Octavia looked at Vinyl with a cold stare. A stare she only gave when she was truly annoyed.

Tell me Vinyl, every day I come home and I tell you I love you. Why don’t you do the same?”

Behind her shades, Vinyl’s eyes went wide. Vinyl became worried, was Octavia finally getting annoyed with her silence? Vinyl prayed that it wasn't so. Vinyl answered with a nervous shrug.

“Mmhm. Vinyl, I have no idea how I've been able to stay with you as long as I did given the fact that you hardly speak, but it’s starting to make me think. Do you truly love me?”

Vinyl’s jaw dropped. Of course she loved her! She felt nothing but love her Octavia. How could she even come to such a terrible conclusion? Vinyl eagerly nodded, nearly getting a headache from shaking so fast.

“Then why don’t you say it? Why is it that whenever I pass a couple on my way home and I hear them say “I love you” you don’t do the same? Hm? I’d like to know Vinyl!”

Vinyl opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Why couldn't she talk? Why couldn't she tell Octavia that she loved her? Now Vinyl was angry. Not with Octavia, but with herself. Why couldn't speak? Why couldn't she tell Octavia that she loved her?

“Oh who am I kidding. You won’t answer me. I know you won’t! Well fine then. Vinyl, I’m going to take a shower and I’m going to bed. If you don’t tell me that you love me, and mean it by the time I fall asleep, I will leave! And I will never come back!”

Octavia stormed off towards their bathroom. Vinyl was left alone with her thoughts. Behind her purple shades, Vinyl was beginning to tear up. Why couldn't she tell her? What cursed her to not be able to speak? What was holding her back?

The sound of the shower turning on could be heard. She knew Octavia took short, warm showers. So she knew she didn't have much time to come up with something. It had to be genuine. It had to be something from the heart. But what else could she use? She couldn't speak, it would take too long to make a song for her, she couldn't cook her a meal, so what? All she had were her actions.

Wait. Actions. Maybe that was her key! Her actions could tell Octavia that she loved her. But the problem was that she’s been doing that since they've began dating, so what could she do with her actions that truly showed her feelings?

She had to think deep. What was it that they've never done! Something that would be intimate! Something important! Something that meant something to both of them. Something that they would never forget. But what?

The sound of a shower knob turning and running water coming to a halt could be heard from down the hall. Vinyl bit at her hooves. She was running out of time! What could she do! She had to think fast! The bathroom door opened and out stepped a damp Octavia. Her fur shining on account of being damp, her mane being held up in a towel. The two lovers made eye contact for a short while. But with an angry “Hmph” Octavia turned her head away and walked to the bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

Vinyl, now raging within threw her glasses to the ground. Grunting and kicking at the couch, she desperately tried to think of something she could do. Now Vinyl didn't like to admit it, but she could be easily angered by the simplest of things. Whether it be rude ponies she encounters or her own stupidity, she was what they called “A Hothead” and she didn't like it. Not one bit.

Taking a break from her rage, she remembered how Octavia looked as she came out of the shower. Her fur damp with water and her eyes wide and hopeful as always. That image could make anypony, mare or stallion become warm in the cheeks. As vinyl was, a deep blush covered her muzzle and cheeks.

Octavia’s lean and thin figure, all damp and shiny was already worthy to be the sweetest of eye candy. But along with the wide, beautiful eyes she owned, it added an adorableness to her sexy appeal. Vinyl purred to the image of Octavia out of the shower.

This feeling, the feeling she was experiencing was nothing but pure bliss. She could only imagine what Octavia’s body would feel like. Warm and soft, pressed against her own. The sounds of her heavy breathing and moaning could be imagined.

Wait. This feeling. The imagining. This wasn't simply love. No, this was something more intimate. Something more trusting. Something warmer. Something nicer. Something that she had now realized, was something they've never done. As odd as it sounded, they've never had sex. Never in their five months of love had they ever experienced intimate love making.

Don’t think Vinyl hasn't proposed the idea. Whenever she did, Octavia would always turn her down with the repetitive answer,

“Please Vinyl! You know I’m…Shy...”

And Vinyl knew that there was no arguing with Octavia. So technically in doing this, she wouldn't be arguing and in a way, Octavia is practically asking for this. That’s what Vinyl will do. She won’t tell Octavia that she loves her, but she’ll show her that she loves her!

~***~

Octavia lay alone in her bed. Tears streaming down her eyes. She tried oh so hard to fall asleep. But with the memory of her lashing out on Vinyl like that haunted her. Vinyl didn't deserve that. She deserved anything but that! Octavia let her anger out on the first pony she saw, and sadly that pony was Vinyl. Tavi wished she could march herself out there to apologize but then she’d look like a total fool.

But that didn't matter! It doesn't matter what she looks like, all that matters was that her and Vinyl had a happy, healthy relationship. If Octavia had a problem with Vinyl not speaking, she would have brought it up a long time ago. Heck, she probably wouldn't have dated her to begin with.

She was going to do it. Octavia was going to get up, march out the bedroom door, and apologize to Vinyl about yelling. Opening her eyes with a now determined flare within her soul, she began to move her legs to get up but paused when she heard the slow turning on a doorknob.

She quickly retreated back to her previous position on the bed. She shut her eyes and listened. She listened for another sound. A sound to signify something of importance. However, there would be no sound but instead, movement. She felt a mass sit on the other side of the bed; Vinyl’s side. The mass felt as if it was laying down, once in a laid position, the mass turned, and wrapped it’s arms around Octavia.

At this point, Octavia could make a good guess of who this mass was. With a strand of electric blue dangling right in front of her peeking eye, she was glad to know that it was Vinyl who held her.

Maybe this was her response. Maybe, instead of telling her that she loved her, she would have to show her instead. But, Octavia felt something else. Something very nice and soothing yes, but also very foreign.

She felt little kisses and licks on her neck. The kisses and licks turned into suckles and nips. Octavia began to moan in pleasure. Completely forgetting to object to such an act like how she usually did. But tonight, given that she had lashed out on Vinyl with no regard to her feelings on the subject, Vinyl would get a freebie.

Vinyl’s hooves rubbed Octavia’s sides, slowly and subtly making their way lower and lower. Once Vinyl began to reach Octavia’s flanks, she paused her onslaught of kissing and moved. She turned Octavia over to face upwards and quickly climbed over her. Their eyes making contact once more. Octavia chose this moment, this timeless moment to speak.

“Please… Vinyl. Show me you love me.” She said, almost tearing up once more.

With a nod and a wink, Vinyl continued to kiss Octavia. Starting from Octavia’s lips and mouth, to her chest, then stomach, then finally reaching her destination, her marehood.

Octavia’s marehood was wet, very wet with anticipation and excitement. Vinyl took one last look at Octavia’s now bushed and heated face. With a gentle kiss just above her twitching clit, Vinyl began to thoroughly love Octavia.

Vinyl’s tongue slithered itself into Octavia’s folds, whimpers and moans from Octavia could be heard as Vinyl continued to please her lover with her tongue.

Vinyl's hooves rubbed and caressed Octavia’s flanks as Vinyl continued her love making. Getting a taste of Octavia’s fluids, only drove Vinyl to keep going on. Deeper, and deeper. Octavia, who tried to muffle her moans by biting her hoof, was doing a terrible job at doing so.

Vinyl continued, now slipping out her tongue and instead, focusing on Octavia’s twitching clit. Vinyl flicked and licked the small love bead. Each flick elected a loud whimper from Octavia who had given up on muffling her moans and cries of pleasure.

As Vinyl continued, Octavia was finally able to choke out between moans,

“V-Vinyl! I, I’m gonna cum!”

This made Vinyl stop. Almost abruptly. Vinyl didn't want her to finish. Not yet. She wanted this to be special, she wanted to experience this with her.

Vinyl stopped her sucking on Octavia’s clit and crawled back up to Octavia’s face which was as red as a cherry.

“Wh-why did you stop?” Octavia asked, sounding crushed.

Vinyl put a hoof to Octavia’s lips. Gesturing her to hush. With a slow nod, Octavia hushed herself and Vinyl began to lean back, revealing her own, wet pussy. Flipping one of Octavia’s legs over and fitting herself between Octavia, Vinyl began to grind her wet marehood with Octavia’s. Letting their liquids and juices merge with one another.

Both mares moaned, Octavia got to hear Vinyl’s voice but in a whimper of pleasure. From what she’s heard, it was an amazing voice. But now wasn't the time to dissect the sound of Vinyl’s voice, now was the time to put in her effort to make Vinyl climax along with her.

Their two pussies continued to grind and rub against one another. Every so often, their clits would collide with one another, adding another surge of pleasure to both mares.

Both mares were close, really close. Octavia knew that Vinyl was close, she could feel it.

“V-Vinyl! Please, finish with me!”

Vinyl responded by quickening the grinding of their pussies. Both mares beginning to climax; as if they shared the same thought, leaned up and deeply kissed each other. Tongue and all.

Both mares screamed into each other's mouths as they climaxed almost in unison. Their marecum shooting at each other’s crotch and swollen lips. After reaching the climax of their love making, the two feel to the side, both on the bed, Vinyl still on top of Octavia and Octavia taking bottom. With another deep kiss, they rode out the rest of their orgasm.

Both mares, sweaty and tired from lovemaking held each other in their arms. Octavia was already nodding off to sleep. But before she could escape to the land of dreams, she felt Vinyl’s muzzle touch her ear. With a whisper, Vinyl purred,

“I love you Tavi…”

Author's Note

What'd I miss?

*Reads content above*

...Damn... I wrote that? Well, I might as well talk about it. So, obviously this is my first Sex fic. So if it seems very amateur and very... "Lacking" you know why. As you all know, my One Year Anniversary of being a writer is coming up and this story is the "Something New" tribute. It symbolizes how far I've gotten in writing romances and I continue to learn and get better as I continue to grow.

Some say Knowledge is power... Bullshit. Creativity is power. Remember that!