Ocean Mares

"Yes,"

"No,"

"Yes,"

"No,"

Vinyl Scratch frowned. "Bon-Bon-"

"No, no, damn-it Vinyl, fucking no," Bon-Bon said, whipping her head back and forth furiously.

Vinyl sighed and leaned back against the wall. This was why being best friends with Bon-Bon was sometimes such a pain. Vinyl was an excitable woman, she tended to have problems sitting still or thinking things through before she did them. If she saw something she wanted, she would just jump right in after it, consequences be damned. Bon-Bon was almost exactly the opposite: A quiet, low energy kind of gal. She could just sit and think or read or whatever for hours.

She was also a notorious worrywart. For months she actually refused to use the communal showers because 'what if no one is there and I slip and fall and knock myself out and the drain clogs and the water fills up past my face and I drown!' And when Vinyl said to just shower when other people were there, Bon-Bon responded with: 'But then they'll see me naked!'

They eventually managed to snag a room with a built-in shower.

Speaking of which, Vinyl and Bon-Bon were in what passed for their living room, as in a large space with a sofa and a TV separated from the kitchen by a small counter. Bon-Bon was currently sitting on said couch, arms crossed over her more than modest chest and eyes firmly shut.

Vinyl waited a few moments before speaking again. "Bon-Bon, you haven't even told my why you don't want to go."

Bon-Bon drew in a sharp breath and let part of it out, her shoulders slumping and her eyes opening slowly. She shifted her body and looked at Vinyl.

"Promise me you won't laugh."

Vinyl shook her head. "Bon-Bon, why would I-?"

"Just promise me," Bon-Bon pleaded, to which Vinyl quickly nodded her head.

"Okay, okay, I promise I won't laugh. Now what's wrong?"

Bon-Bon chewed the inside of her cheek for a moment before answering. "I can't swim."

Vinyl blinked a few times and shrugged. "So?"

"So? So?!?" Bon-Bon shouted, or as close as the soft spoken woman ever came to shouting. "It's on a cruise, ship, Vinyl!" Bon-Bon shook her head and looked away. "What if we sink?"

Vinyl snickered. "Come on, Bon-Bon. These things are sturdier than the ground we walk on."

It was true, as Equestria was long overdue for some sort of world-ending earthquake.

"We're not gonna sink." Vinyl finished, moving from the wall to sit down beside her friend.

Bon-Bon sighed. "Fine, but what if I fall overboard? What then?"

"Ptsh," Vinyl scoffed, wrapping a comforting arm around Bon-Bon. "You're not gonna fall overboard. They got tons of railings and safety features to make sure that doesn't happen. And even if it does, they'll know in a second," Vinyl snapped her fingers. "And then they'll send out a search team to rescue you."

Bon-Bon chewed her bottom lip. "Why do you want to go on this cruise anyway?"

Vinyl withdrew her arm and lightly punched Bon-Bon in the shoulder.

"Hey!"

"Weren't you listening earlier? It's a pleasure cruise."

"So?" Bon-Bon whimpered, rubbing her shoulder.

"So, pleasure cruise is code for sex cruise,"

Bon-Bon perked up. "Sex cruise?"

Vinyl nodded. "Yeah. And you're pretty much guaranteed to get laid, or they have to refund your ticket." Vinyl leaned in to whisper conspiratorially in Bon-Bon's ear. "I heard that if they get halfway and you still haven't gotten any, the captain herself will get down on her knees and blow you."

Bon-Bon crossed her legs and squirmed in her seat. "Nng, that's not true, Vinyl."

Vinyl grinned evilly. "It could be. Only one way to find out."

Bon-Bon started chewing on her bottom lip again. Vinyl smirked. Bon-Bon was just the cutest thing. It was a real shame that she had the whole cock and balls thing going on. Because, if it was just the pussy, Vinyl wouldn't have to book the cruise in the first place.

Bon-Bon finally spoke, her voice as squeaky as her cheeks were red. "Y-you promise we won't sink?"

Vinyl took Bon-Bon's hand and gently squeezed it. "Even if we do, I'll let you use me as a flotation device."

"A-and," Bon-Bon swallowed loudly. "And you promise I won't fall overboard?"

Vinyl chuckled and wrapped her other arm around Bon-Bon's shoulders. "I'll hold on to you the whole time. It'll be like we're joined at the hip. I mean, unless one of use it getting laid, that is."

Bon-Bon laughed. "Okay then. When do we leave?"

"Tomorrow,"

Bon-Bon pulled away.

"Tomorrow?!" Bon-Bon jumped off the couch. "Vinyl, we can't just pack up leave for a cruise tomorrow!"

Vinyl smirked. "Sure we can! All we need to have is bathing suits, lube, and condoms and we already have all of that!"

Bon-Bon shook her head, beginning to pace around the room. "But we can't just... How long is this thing anyway?"

Vinyl shrugged. "Eh,"

"But, but, but what about our classes?" Bon-Bon asked.

Vinyl waved her off. "You already passed all of yours and I've flunked most of mine."

"What about our jobs?"

Vinyl gave Bon-Bon a sideways look. "You sell candy online and the club has a 'when you show up' work basis. Plus we've got plenty saved up."

It was Bon-Bon's turn to give Vinyl a sideways look.

"Okay, you have plenty saved up. But I already paid this month's rent and bought the tickets. Anything else comes up, I'll owe you when we get back." Vinyl got up and walked over to Bon-Bon, placing her hands on the baker's shoulders. "Come on, Bon-Bon. This cruise isn't just about sex. I mean it's mostly about sex," she said quickly, giggling. "But it's also about going out and meeting new people. People that won't give two fucks if I like girls or you have a dick."

Bon-Bon was chewing her lip once more. "You swear nothing bad is going to happen?" she asked meekly.

Vinyl laughed and drew Bon-Bon into a hug. "I swear nothing bad is gonna happen. And when have I ever been wrong?"