Author's Note

Here it is!
The first *new* chapter!
As said in the blog, you can skip the clop by simply watching for ***Clop Start*** and ***Clop End***
Have fun!

Unplanned Interruption

Chapter Four: Unplanned Interruption

I woke up to an incredibly pleasant sensation of somepony’s hooves wrapped around me. As soon as I opened my eyes, I realised that this somepony was none other than Octavia, whose hooves were wrapped tight around me, and whose muzzle bore a big smile.

I felt cold as soon as I realised my hooves were, likewise, wrapped around Octavia. I broke my promise! I touched her! The little pony in my head was running around in circles, panicking. I tried to free my hooves when suddenly Octavia opened her eyes.

“Vinyl?” Her eyes were locked on me, my hooves around her, her hooves around me.

“I didn’t-!” I almost screamed. “I’m sorry, I-”

Octavia smiled. “You’re warm.” She pulled me closer to her and I relaxed in her embrace. Gently, I pulled her in as well.

Just enough to make us hit heads.

I touched and rubbed my forehead, just below the horn, thankful I didn’t poke Octavia’s forehead with my horn. I feared what was about to come, but Octavia just giggled. I giggled as well. “You’re beautiful in the morning,” I confessed, wondering if that was too much.

Octavia frowned. Dammit, too much. But then again, after all I had said to her before… “Does that imply that I am not beautiful in the evening?” She fluttered her eyelashes.

“I-I I mean!” I stammered, probably for the first time in my life. “I mean-”

“So are you saying that I was ugly yesterday?” she demanded.

“I never said that! You were astonishing as ever with-” I stopped dead in my tracks as her gaze softened and she giggled. “Oh, that was low, Tavi. Really low.”

Octavia continued to giggle before slightly booping my nose. “Oh come on, Vinyl, nothing like some fun after an awkward wakening.”

What? “Oh, yes, that. Haha. Really funny, huh? How hooves can move on their own,” I chuckled weakly, shifting my hooves around.

“No harm done,” Octavia replied softly, relaxing me a bit. “Did you have any plans for today?”

I frowned, thinking back at the first day. “Yeah. Normally, I would go to a small autograph session at a club in the city, but some colt stole my signature pen by tricking me into signing something for him!”

“What was the pen like?” Octavia wondered softly, as if talking about a lost friend.

“Oh!” I closed my eyes dreamily. “It had my name engraved on it… I mean, DJ Pon-3, my nickname,” I explained with a smile. “It was a white pen, with my name engraved in blue letters…”

“Just like your beautiful coat and mane,” Octavia whispered breathlessly.

I blinked. “What.”

Octavia’s face lit up with a blush: it was evident she didn’t mean for me to hear that. “I- Can you stay here for a few hours? I really really need to have something done in town.”

I shrugged. She probably needed to have some alone-time after the morning. “Sure, Tavi.”

The grey mare got up and, circling the bed, booped my nose. “I’ll be right back.”

I touched my nose. I will never wash my nose again.

***

Okay. Where does one find a shop where they make bespoke pens?

Or, what is more interesting, why does one look for such a shop? Because one was friends with such a stunning mare? Then, why was one thinking of her in such terms? Why the hay this “one” was me?!

“It has to be her magic. She put a spell on me or something,” I muttered silently, still looking around for the right shops. Finally, I saw a sign reading, Quills and Pens.

Gleefully, I trotted towards the shop, to find the doors open. Upon entering the store, I saw all kinds of pens around, and just one pony behind the counter, a beige stallion with a greying mane.

“May I help you?” the stallion asked politely, touching his spectacles.

“Yes! Yes you can!” I grinned, wondering why I was getting so happy. “I need a pen made for my… friend.” It was weird referring to Vinyl as a friend; but it was true.

“Thank Celestia you didn’t ask for a quill!” the employee sighed.

I blinked. “But… You sell quills and pens, right?”

“Yes, but we’re all out of quills.”

I blinked again. Then decided that this idea was too much to comprehend. I smiled. “Anyway. Can you make a pen for me? A white pen with a blue engraving.”

“Sure, what do you want written on it?”

I thought for a while, pondering. Then smiled, knowing exactly what to do. “Vinyl Scratch.”

***Clop Start***

I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling. The fan rotated slowly, making me wonder why such a luxurious hotel had fans and not proper climate-control. One way or another, my thoughts kept returning to Octavia.

Why had she rushed off so quickly? Was she ashamed of having hugged me? Or… Those words, about my beautiful coat and mane… Did she mean it? If so, then no wonder she was embarrassed! I grinned a little. Well, I do have a hella beautiful coat and mane.

Then it hit me.

I was in Octavia’s room. Alone. Waiting for Octavia to come. I swiftly sat up in bed and looked around. The two travel suitcases in the corner immediately drew my attention. Now, a sneak peek wouldn’t hurt, right?

The little pony in my head shook her own head sternly. No. No, Vinyl, we are NOT doing this. I sighed and lay back on the bed. Of course I wouldn’t run through Tavi’s personal possessions. I was better than that.

The little pony in my head nodded. Yes. It’s not like you expect to find something you can impress her with, right?

I jerked up in bed. That’s it! By running through- I mean, taking a peek at her things, maybe, just maybe, I could find a detail that would help me become closer with her? A family photo or something so I could ask nonchalantly about her brother or sister, surprising her with my “intuition”? And then I could say something like “Well, I am sure your sister is pretty, but you are the most beautiful mare to me.”

With that in mind, and disregarding the little pony in my head, I set off towards the suitcases.

To my surprise, I didn’t even had to search long for anything I could use. There was just one problem. The thing I found was more than unexpected.

A white dildo?! The little pony in my head just fell unconscious while I just grinned. Naughty, naughty Tavi!

It wasn’t a particularly big model, Trust me, I have my experience, but in a nice, lovely shape of a stallions cock. Along with it was a small pipe connected, next to it a bottle of cumlube. Now I know her hobby… I’m sure she loves it when the dildo squirts her full of this.

Still, she was just a normal pony. Of course she would have needs like every other mare. While it was surprising, it was a typical thing to have. Mhh, just imagining what she would do with it… And how much I would love to help her…

I had no idea what kicked my body into gear. The dildo, the thought about her using it, or the thought about helping her. No matter what it was, I stopped thinking. My magic grasped the dildo and pushed the pipe into the bottle before I brought it down to my nethers that were already dripping wet. I ignored the small pony in my head that had awoken and was busy facehoofing and crying over my stupidity. You should not do this? What if she comes back right now?

The little pony continued its rampage while I couldn’t help but smile, imagining Tavi standing like me. Just, instead of helping it with magic, she lowered herself gently on the dildo, a soft moan on her lips as she enjoyed the little toy disappearing into her, massaging the spot she needed oh so badly. As if acting on it’s own, Vinyl’s magic brought the dildo forward, gently rubbing against her lips before softly prodding her labia, spreading it ever so slightly.

Moaning softly, my mind dove deeper into the fantasy, almost as if Tavi was in front of me, gently taking the whole dildo into her before she started her movement, up and down, nothing interrupting the play, save for her soft moans and the slight wet sound whenever the dildo penetrated her deeply.

I wanted more. Not only the dildo, but I wanted her. I wanted Tavi. I wanted her body, her hooves, her muzzle, her tongue, her marehood, her teats, simply every single part I could use to ravish her and to be ravished likewise. My thoughts accelerated my magic, pumping the dildo into my pussy with new won vigour. I wonder if she would like to be pounded by me with that dildo. My magic would be perfect for it.

Saliva started to collect in my mouth just at the thought of touching Octavia. To knead her body, her perfect flanks before kissing her. My way would take me over her front, just lingering for a few nips and bites here and there. I would explore her treasure, tasting her sweet juices. And it would be divine, that I was sure of.

In the meantime, the little pony in my head gave up trying to stop me. Instead it wrote my last will on some parchment, already sure that this would be my end. Nah, there’s nothing that could go wrong.

My thoughts and feelings overwhelmed me. I imagined me adding the dildo magically to myself, before pounding it into Tavi, bucking her crazy, bucking her until she would beg me to never stop, until she would scream my name with her lovely voice. Then I would trigger the dildo and shoot every single bit of cumlube into her pussy, spreading it deep and wide until there was nothing left.

It was the last thought that set me off, cuming hard on the dildo while my magic frantically set off the cumshot, painting my inner walls with the liquid. My moans were to be heard rooms away, that I was sure off, but the thought of fucking Octavia until she came was like a good aphrodisiac to me, absolutely addicting.

My mind went blank as I heard a keycard slipping into the reader of the door before it opened.

***Clop End***

Okay.

Ordering a pen was apparently serious business: not only had it cost me a lot of bits - and I mean a lot - it would also take at least a week. But it was for Vinyl. So it was worth it. I stopped in the middle in the street suddenly. Why was I thinking about Vinyl like that again?

An unnecessary - but not unpleasant - image entered my mind: Vinyl and I, in a restaurant, eating dinner, laughing together, she feeding me apple pie with a fork. Then, we would wander off in the streets, and reach the beach, and she would kick pebbles while I would sit in the sand, simple and elusive, and look at her stunning form in the moonlight.

Wait.

What the hay was I thinking? I shrugged off the image, much to the displeasure of the little pony in my head, who had d’awwed very cutely. Vinyl was a friend, and she was waiting for me! ...In my hotel room.

My eyes widened. Well, of course she wouldn’t find-

I mean!

Okay, she wouldn’t look through my belongings. She was better than that. But there are certain things a lady wants to keep… private. I shall say no more.

Needless to say, the rest of my walk turned out to be slightly more hectic, more nervous, and a little faster than I had expected. I feared what Vinyl would do if bored, and I had no intention of finding out. I certainly wasn’t worried that she would find any of my… stress relievers I had in my suitcases.

“Octavia!”

Drat!

“Octavia!”

I turned, to see the face I never wanted to see, especially not now.

“Fancy Pants! So good to see you here!” I managed a smile as I addressed him.

“As it is always good to see you, my dear,” Fancy smiled back. “Pray tell, what are you doing on this wonderful island?”

“Just some vacation,” I said, still the same smile on my muzzle.

Fancy wouldn’t have it. “Alone? But that is simply not to be! Please, allow me to treat you to dinner or, maybe if you are more for a small, moonlight filled night at the beach? Why, I can…”

I simply shut him out of my mind and, of course, my ears. For weeks, that stallion was getting on my nerves. I knew it was unfitting of a lady like me to… think like this. But he was an asshole and I wouldn’t like anything more than to stuff one of my hooves in his dirty, grinning muzzle.

My thoughts went to Vinyl and I smiled. “I’m not alone here, Fancy, I’m sorry. I should really get back to her as well,” I interrupted him.

Before he could start, I turned and ran off. It would give him a bad image, but the hay did I care right this moment!

“HER?!” I heard his frantic call behind me before I was around the corner.

Why did I say her? And why did I first think about Vinyl when saying that? It was a good thing I didn’t say something entirely silly and implausible, like “marefriend.” I laughed mentally at such a stupid idea - but my laughter sounded rather fake, and the little pony in my head sighed disapprovingly.

I neared the hotel and stormed past the reception desk without smiling at the receptionist mare who was rather pretty, and why was I thinking in that way about mares? I was into stallions, not mares! Right? Right? I asked the little pony in my head. She blushed and looked away.

As I exited the lift, I heard cries. Vinyl’s cries. My eyes went wide as I galloped towards my room. She was hurt! I knocked on the door but there was no response. She was being abducted! I pressed my keycard, hearing her cries. She was being beaten!

I rushed into the room.

...She was masturbating.

WITH MY DILDO.

The little pony in my head fainted.