“I think you’re doing quite well. You might be ready to try some more complex pieces soon.”
Octavia’s voice startles you from your thoughts. “Thanks” you reply to her.
You’ve been taking cello lessons from Octavia for a few months now. You seem to be getting better at the cello with every lesson that goes by. At first, the reason for this was unclear. You soon realized it was the result of having such a gifted mare teaching you.
Needless to say, spending all your Friday afternoons in Octavia’s house being taught the cello inevitably lead to you developing feelings for the beautiful grey mare. Being a musician (or at least, an aspiring musician) yourself, you not only admired Octavia’s physical beauty but also her skill with the cello. After a few lessons, you developed a friendship with each other, and often after lessons had ended you spoke to each other long into the night. Having a fellow intellectual to debate with was a nice change of pace for you. You hope this friendship flourishes into something more, but you’re certain you’ll never have the courage to ask Octavia any such thing.
You pack up your cello and prepare to head home.
“Oh, are you leaving already?”
You turn to Octavia. “Well, I’m a little tired, and I have business at home...”
Octavia frowns. “Well, I won’t stop you, but I was hoping you’d stay a little longer. The night is still fairly young. Why, it’s not even past 9 yet.”
Octavia is asking you to stay with her… you can’t reject that offer.
“Well, I guess I can stay…” you tell her.
Her eyes briefly light up at that, but she quickly regains her composure. “Wonderful. Can I get you a drink?” she asks.
“Sure” you reply.
She leaves to go into the kitchen, and soon returns with 2 small glasses of wine. You sip from your glass and then place it back on the table. You turn to Octavia to find her staring straight into your eyes. This distracts you enough to accidentally knock her wine glass off the table and onto the floor beside her. Thankfully it didn’t have any wine left in it.
“Sorry…” you mutter and bend down to pick it up. As you reach to get the glass, your face becomes very close to hers for a moment, and suddenly she closes the gap between you and kisses you deeply. You’re startled and briefly stunned, too stunned to react. She quickly breaks the kiss. As soon as she does, she backpedals across the sofa and away from you, with an apologetic and embarrassed look in her eyes.
She begins talking quite nervously.
“I-I’m… I’m sorry. I… I wasn’t thinking quite clearly… I mean I didn’t mean to-“
You put her fears to rest by leaning over and kissing her again. She quickly reciprocates the kiss. You stroke her mane and gently push her down into a laid-back position on the sofa.
You both break the kiss after seemingly minutes have passed, and both gasp for breath.
Octavia speaks to you, breathlessly. “So, am I to take it that this means you return my feelings for you?”
“Yeah…” you reply, unsure of yourself. It felt strange just admitting it like that.
She smiles softly at you. “Come with me” she says, and beckons you into her bedroom. She hops up onto the soft pink bed, crawls under the covers. She holds the covers up with a hoof, and looks at you with bedroom eyes. “Come in…”
You eagerly follow her instructions, climbing into bed with her. You resume kissing each other again, and you slide your hoof down the soft fur on her belly and gently place your hoof against her sex, which feels quite moist at this point. She immediately gasps, then holds your hoof with her own and begins rubbing it in a circular motion.
This would be perfect if it wasn’t for the fact you never got a chance to use the toilet all day and now your bladder seems to be at breaking point.
oh god no
NO
Your pathetic attempts to hold in the deluge of urine prove fruitless, and you’re soon pissing all over Octavia’s leg. You attempt with all your strength to shut off your piss-valve, but meet with no success.
Octavia lets go of your hoof and stares you intensely in the eyes. “What… what’s that? Why is there… why has everything gone warm all of a sudden? Why does my leg feel wet? W…what have you done?”
You finally stop pissing everywhere. “Uh.” You try to think of an award-winning excuse. “It’s not piss!” you exclaim.
“I never said it was,” she responds. “Wait… it’s… have you PISSED IN MY BED?!”
“No! I just said it WASN’T piss! It’s not piss! It’s just water!”
“YOU PISSED IN MY BED! ON MY LEGS! IT’S EVERYWHERE!” Octavia’s screaming is near deafening. “IT’S EVERYWHERE!!!”
Disaster! You desperately try to think of an explanation or an excuse. You mindlessly say the first thing that enters your head.
“I thought you’d like it!” you yell.
Octavia turns her gaze up to meet you. She is giving you the most enraged death-glare you have ever seen.
“No! Wait! I didn’t mean that! I meant… A..Are you sure it wasn't YOU that pissed all over ME?"
She stares at you, mouth agape in shock. Her eyes narrow further.
"Okay, I didn't mean that either! I just... I’m sorry! I just needed to piss!”
“SO YOU DID IT ALL OVER ME?!” comes Octavia’s shrill reply.
“I mean I needed to piss, like, really badly! You know when those 5 year olds wet themselves! That’s me! You were being felt up by a 5 year old! Wait! I didn’t mean that literally! I’m a figurative 5 year old! Not a literal one! I didn’t mean to piss on you!”
You have a feeling that everything you say slowly digs you deeper into the hole of embarrassment and despair you have created with this incident.
“Get out of my house. Now. And don’t ever come back. Don’t bother coming for cello lessons again, because if I ever see you again, I’m calling the police.”
“Octavia! You don’t understand!” you whine as she pushes you out of her front door.
“I DIDN’T MEAN TO PISS ON YOU! I HAVE A WEAK BLADDER! I DIDN’T MEAN TO PISS ON YOOOUUU!”
She slams the door shut. As you prepare to walk home, you notice the street is eerily silent. You turn around to see the entire population of Ponyville stood staring at you in shock. In the middle of the crowd of horrified ponies, some covering their foal’s ears, you see the 2 Princesses, who are also stood staring at you in disbelief. You see a banner above the crowd, held up by some ponies: “Annual Summer Sun Celebration Street Parade! Everyone invited! Join the parade!”
You realize they all heard the “I have a weak bladder, I didn’t mean to piss on you” soliloquy you delivered to Octavia as she pushed you out the front door.
You stand, frozen in place in terror. You avert your gaze to the ground. It's at this point you notice you're still dribbling a little bit of pee onto the ground.
You hear murmuring among the crowd, with some laughter mixed in. You take a deep breath, and look up.
“So, anyway… can I join the parade?”
