The Story of You and Octavia

by ApolloIVtv

Rating: teen
Tags: Comedy, Romance
Length: 12073

2nd person story, youxOctavia

2nd person story, you x Octavia. You're the pony who never had the nerve to ask out the mare of your dreams. Even with all these chances Celestia has given you, will you ever build the courage to ask?
(Note: This is NOT a clopfic, I can't write clopfics, although, for you, I think this might be as satisfying as one)

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-08-20 06:31:44 UTC

Chapter 1: The Examination

You're a normal, average photographer pony at the Sugercube Corner, drinking your normal average tea, and eating you're normal average toast. You live alone, you are alone, and have been for years, but you're looking to change that as soon as possible. Every morning, when you visit Sugercube Corner, you always see one, particular pony sitting at the corner table. She has a grey coat, a brunette mane, and wears a collar around her neck. She's the most beautiful mare you have ever seen.

One problem.

You're terrible with mares. Your entire life, every mare you've ever liked has thought of you as boring and awkward, and has gone out of their way to make sure they never see you again. There were some mares actually a bit interested in you when you were younger, but they were either too young, too old, or you flat out just didn't like them.

Life sucks.

But this pony, this special somepony, you're not going to screw up with. But before you can even say a word to her, you need to deduct what this mare is like. Every morning, you examine her (from afar of course), studying every single feature, every single gesture, and every single blink until you can get enough characteristics from her and finally make your move. Her cutie mark of a G-Clef note automatically means she's into some type of music. Probably Classical, due to her very polite, but nonchalant gestures and expressions. Maybe she grew up in Canterlot? You're wondering if the collar she wears is her average, formal, or work attire. No matter which, it compliments her characteristics, at least the ones you think she's giving. You wonder if she plays any type of instrument, she looks like she's plays at least one. It has to be some type string instrument, maybe percussion, but definitely not wind. You can't really imagine her spitting into a trombone. She's also writing into a notebook. Musical notes maybe?

You probably get what type of a pony she is, but now you're trying to figure out if she's right for you. While you are most interested in photographs, you still recognize all types of art. Especially music. But what about classical music? You love classical music, even though you're mainly indie rock and techno. You know many of the famous composers, but you can't name any song right off the bat. You can't even play an instrument. Does singing count? You're starting to worry now. You might not even be the right pony for her. But now, you're late for work, so you can't ask her out anyway. Until tomorrow, that is.

The next morning, you don't see her at the normal corner table she usually sits at. You look around the entire building but you don't see her at any of the tables. You think she might be sick and taking the day off, or just late, hopefully. So you sit at your average table with your average breakfast and wait. But during that entire time, you start to get paranoid. You start to think that maybe she's going to another tea shop in town that you never heard of yet. Or maybe she noticed you staring at her and doesn't want to see you again. Or maybe she moved to another town because of business! Or maybe she's dead! You start to get angry, cursing Celestia from denying another chance of happiness. You feel like throwing this mug at the wall, then you feel like flipping this entire table, then you feel like throwing your chair through the window, and then you feel like punching somepony, and the you feel like BURNING THIS ENTIRE FUCKING BUILDING TO THE- oh wait, there she is.

You feel relieved seeing just seeing her enter the bakery and ordering her tea, but you've just realized something. The entire bakery is full. Everypony has occupied every chair in the building, except for one chair, the empty chair across from your table.

Oh sweet Celestia a miracle, you think to yourself.

Finally, for the first time in your life fate might make a mare come straight to you. You can finally make your move, without even having to awkwardly confront her!

You start observing her again. She's done ordering her tea, she goes to her average table, but it's full, of course. She's looking for another seat... still looking... still looking... still looking, still look- she's looking right at you! Quick move your eyes until she notices you're looking at her! Look back. WHY IS SHE BACK AT THE CASHIER- oh wait she's done and walking to you now... SHIT SHE'S WALKING TO YOU NOW! Quick, look average!

You try to drink your tea, although you're shaking so much that tea is flying everywhere. You put you're cup down. She's getting closer, closer, CLOSER!

"Excuse me, do you mind if I sit here?" The mare asks.

You're mind is dead for split moment, but you snap back to your senses, "Oh no, I don't mind." You say with a grin.

She sits down at the chair across from you, and starts writing in her notebook.

She's British? Congratulations, you get hot bonus! A very hot bonus. And hey, she's writing musical notes! But really? That's all she says to you?

No "thank you"?

"Oh you're too kind"?

"Cool"?

But this gives you character trait number 1: independence. You can tell she doesn't like to talk much ponies. But she's not shy, she just likes to keep everything to herself. Either that, or she knows that you stare at her and doesn't want to talk to you. But even with that, you try to stay positive, and think of something to say.

You try to come up with cool, relaxed sounding voice to impress her, "Pretty busy today." It failed miserably

She gives a small chuckle, still writing in her notebook, "Yeah, it's usually like this during a holiday."

"Oh right." You remember, "It's National Princess Day today."

She chuckles again, "I usually prefer naming it National Princesses Wanting a Birthday Day, there's no scripture in Equestria that states Celestia and Luna even have a birthday."

"Wow, I did not know that." You seriously didn't know that.

Now you have character trait number 2: Knowledge. She probably knows a lot more than you do, so you have to let her be the all knowing mare, and compliment it.

Suddenly, a pink baker pony pops out from under your table. You get startled, dropping your tea in the process, while the mare of your dreams in front of you stays nonchalant, like she usually is.

"Iced tea to go for Octavia!" Projects the Pink Pony, holding out a plastic cup full of, well, iced tea.

"That's me," She receives the cup from her, and looks to you, "Thank you for letting me sit here." She stands up, "It was very nice to meet you." And now she leaves.

You Idiot.

Why didn't you ask her out? You still have time, she's not gone yet. Wait, now she's gone. She's left the building, you've failed. Well, at least you can say you've tried. And hey, there's still tomorrow. But then, you remember you just heard her name, Octavia.

Octavia, you think.

What a beautiful name.

Chapter 2: The Gala

Congratulations, you just saved Sapphire Shores' life from being crushed by a falling piano after she was visiting Rarity's Boutique!

Yippee! She was still brutally injured and can't sing anymore but... Yippee!

Even better, during your 15 minutes of fame, the Grand Galloping Gala was coming up! So as a bonus you get free invitation to go!

You should feel proud of yourself! Even though today you finally built up the courage to ask Octavia out on a date, who cares? You're going to the Gala! You were so excited that you bought a year calendar just so you can mark the days off towards the event. Who the fuck even does that anymore!?

But the wait is finally over! Today is the day of the Gala! You have your ticket, your nice shoes, your nice hat, you even convinced Rarity, the second most beautiful pony you've ever seen, to make something to wear for you. She doesn't even like you!

One problem though.

You're going by yourself.

Unless you know anypony going to the gala, going to the gala by yourself is probably the worst thing you can possibly think of. Watching every rich snobby pony talking to eachother like parrots is not fun, unless you have somepony else to talk to, which you don't. The only famous pony you know and can talk to is Sapphire Shores, but she's still at the hospital. You try to think positive, maybe you'll make a new friend while you're there, maybe you'll save someone else's life and be praised again, maybe somebody you knew before is going and will recognize. Yeah, maybe that can happen.

It didn't happen though. Here you are at the Gala, sitting outside on a table by yourself, very original, and you haven't even striked up one conversation, saved any lives, or met anypony you've known. All you've been doing is looking down at your watch and waiting for the Gala to end. Yeah, you can leave early, but you don't want to leave and that you've might've missed a big opportunity. You've been sitting for 5 hours, but to you it felt like days. You have 2 hours left, 2 hours left to do something special. But you don't feel like doing anything special, you feel like having something special happen to you. You look to a table in front of you. You fantasize Octavia sitting there, lonely like you are, writing in her notebook. She looks up to see you, waves to you, asking you to go and comfort her. Just the image alone is satisfying. But then you think to yourself, There are many ponies here at the gala, maybe she's here. I mean she looks like a canterlot pony, acts like a canterlot pony, she has to be here!

You start to search for her. You plead to Celestia to just at least see her, at least once and you'll be happy. You search every pony in every crowd in every ballroom in every section of the entire castle but you still can't find her. And you have an hour left until the Gala is over. You've failed once more. You walk to the nearest alcohol bar you can find, and ask for a shot of extra strong cider. You don't usually drink, especially this heavy, but today seems like that kind of occasion. But then you heard something. Well, not like you heard something, but heard something stop. It was the music.

Of course! Music! Octavia can be playing for the gala! You have to be quick though, she might be leaving for the night. As you run through the crowd of people towards the stage, you think to yourself, Why didn't I think of this before? Hopefully I can see her before she leaves!

You finally make it through the crowd, full of sweat and panting like a dog. The band is still unpacking! But, no Octavia. It's still a bit to crowded to see, and he can't go any farther since the royal guards surround the stage. You wait to make sure if she's really there. After a few moments, most of the band members were already gone, and you still don't see her. You let out a sigh and turn to head back to the bar. Although, as you were turning, you swear you saw something. A G-Clef note. It was too big from your perspective to be on a piece of musical notes, so it has to be...

Octavia! There was a pony in front of her and he moved when you were turning! You tried to see what she was doing. She was packing... A Cello!

I knew it was a string instrument!, You think to yourself.

She's leaving now, and heading towards the bar. Thank Celestia! You can drink and talk to the mare of your dreams!

Going past though the crowd again, not going too fast though so you don't sweat, you reach to the end and see Octavia just about to sit down at the bar. You start speed walking towards her, but slow down to not cause attention, then start speed walking again anyway. You're lucky she sits down right next to where you left your drink, so you have an excuse to sit next to her. You see her this time reading her notebook, with an odd bored look on her face. Maybe you can fix that. You'd usually plan by now what you were going to say, but no need, you have it covered.

"Hey, was that you playing the cello up there?" You ask her, surprising with a believable, non-forced voice.

She turns her head to you, she takes a while to reply, but during that time you're just thinking, Holy shit, holy shit, HOLY SHIT, what's she going to say? Does she recognize me? It's been a month how can she recognize me?!!!

"Um, yeah, that was me," she says to you, looking a bit relieved somehow.

But, you didn't really care, inside you feel like jumping like a little filly. She doesn't recognize you! Now you can start all over, "Cool... I thought you played great by the way."

"Oh, well thank you," To you, her accent was so sexy it made you want to melt into acid and burn through the floor. She continues speaking, "But, I was mainly just a background musician, the violins were the ones who mainly played the most lovely."

"Well, let me put it this way," You say slyly, "There were like four violinists, two bassists and two clarinet... ists, on the stage. You were the only cellist, and did a fantastic job all on your own, and that I respect."

You notice that word seem to get her attention; "Respect". By the look you see on her face, it seemed like it was a word she rarely heard someone say to her.

"And admire." You added for the charm, and because the silence was getting a bit awkward.

She snaps out of whatever her mindset was, "Well, that's very sweet of you."

You suddenly felt smoother than polished wood... and then you felt lucky you didn't say that out loud, "So, um, whats your name?" you ask to her, LOLing inside your head cause you know it already.

She grins at you, "Octavia."

"Huh, what a pretty name," you tell her your name.

She starts to giggle, and you suddenly feel confused, "Um, what is it?"

"My apologies, but that probably... is the oddest name I've ever heard," she forces out through her laughter.

You suddenly get a flow of memories of many fillies and teenage ponies pointing at you and laughing at your name. All the horrors of embarrassment come so quickly it leaves a blank stare on your face.

"But don't worry, I love it!" She gives you a small hoof punch on the shoulder to knock you back to your senses. It worked.

"I'm sorry, I'm uh-"

"Don't worry," Octavia interrupts, "You don't need to tell me."

You give her a small smile, she gives brief seductive smile in return.

Oh Celestia, you've just scored. One seductive smile, especially a brief one, pretty much means that mare's into you. Butterflies fill your stomach so much you feel like puking. Not a very a romantic thought, but it's your own sick mind anyway.

Both of you suddenly remember you still have drinks in your hooves.

"Oh yeah, we still have drinks. Ummm, to odd names!" You say.

"To odd names!" Octavia follows.

"Cheers!" You both take a sip of drinks, and immediately spit them out at eachother.

"Holy f-," You hold back your language, "This stuff is strong!"

"Oh damn," She says laughing.

Did she just curse? For fun? By Celestia she gets more beautiful by the minute, You think to yourself.

"It, burns too," she finishes.

You remember she spat alcohol on your very expensive suit, but you didn't care, you're with Octavia. You both end up laughing, and even when it turns awkward, it's more pleasant than awkward usually is. Octavia grabs a napkin and tries to wipe the spit and alcohol off you, "Yeah, um, lets just, clean that up."

You grab one too, "Yeah, I should too," You start to clean your mess on her too(...), "Yeah, sorry."

"No, it's fine, I spat on you first anyway," She replies, still giggling.

"No I think I spat on you first," You say to her.

"Look, just wipe it off clean okay?" She immediately put her hoof to her mouth when she said that, trying to hold in her laughter, "I'm sorry, I just realized how inappropriate that sounded."

"You don't say?" You say sarcastically, "You were the one who started rubbing me!"

That comment made her burst into laughter so hard most of the ponies in the ballroom could hear her. You couldn't help but laugh too.

"What is this stuff anyway?" She takes the bottle, still giggling, "Apple Sweet Depression Cider?"

You both look at the bartender.

"What? You both looked depressed," The bartender says to you with a "WTF?" face.

"Yeah okay," you spin your hoof next to your head mouthing "Loco in the Coco" to Octavia, causing her to almost burst into laughter again.

Once everything was toning down, you both stopped laughing and wiped the alcohol off your faces. For a while there was a pleasant silence between you two. It wasn't until you asked her something that would change your entire night.

"Hey, do want to, you know, get out of here?"

She gave you one more seductive smile before saying,

"I'd was hoping you'd say that."

Chapter 3: The Connection

8 months. That’s how’ve long it’s been since the first time you saw Octavia at Sugercube corner until now. All that time of watching, examining, and praying to Celestia she could be yours, you finally have that chance.

You were able to have a conversation with her and accomplished a walk in less than 7 minutes. You felt awesome.

But now you have to focus on one last problem: Finding the connection.

Depending if you have a connection or not between you two, this could either lead to Octavia’s one-night stand or a chance at a long and beautiful relationship. And you have to find it though this one conversation. This wouldn’t bother you so much, except that you two don’t seem to have that much in common. You both like music. You both appreciate art. But so far, she mainly likes classical music while you, though having a strong appreciation for it, don’t know too well about it. Right now you’re more into classic rock, indie rock, and techno. You don’t even know that much about music anyway.  If, you’re lucky she might also have a strong interest in photography, but so far, your only chance is to find your connection through just general art.

You both are now leaving the gala, now’s your time to move. You first ask her how’ve long she’s been playing music, which is a good start.

“Pretty much as long as I can remember,” She says, “From the recorder, to the flute, to the piano, to the cello, all since I was a filly, but enough about me, what about you?”

You tell her about your past life and experiences in your profession in photography, and appreciation for all arts. Not too much, but not too little, just enough to where you can keep her interest. So far she seems impressed.

“Wow, I’m impressed.”

Ha! You knew it.

“Your appreciation for art is fascinating, but what music do you listen to?” She asks you.

This is where things might go downhill, “Indie rock, classic rock, techno.”

“Indie rock?” she asks, “Like which bands?”

You name a few bands you like.

“Huh,” her mind trails for a second, “Never heard of them.”

“Yeah, that’s kind of the point.”

Your retort gave Octavia a bit of chuckle.

She continues, “Although I do admire some classic rock.”

“Wait,” you say back, “You like rock?”

She chuckles again, “Just because I’m most known and professionalized in classical, symphonic, and orchestral music doesn’t mean it’s the only music I listen to.”

Your heart skips a beat.

“My favorite classic band is the Beatles, which I still love to death by the way, and some of the Who and Queen.”

Your heart now stops.

“But the Beatles can capture any Canterlot mare’s heart, and Freddie Mercury’s voice is still with those of a God's, as it was, even though his the teeth resembles those of a donkey.”

You agree.

“I’m guessing by the look on that face you agree with me.”

Damn she’s good. Now it’s your turn, “Yeah, I love pretty much all of the classic rock bands to death,” You say, “Though it was mainly because of my Dad, he was the one who grew up in that generation.”

“Really?” she confirms, “My father grew up in it, and he still despised that music. But I guess it might’ve been because my grandfather considered it the devil’s music, and it kinda grew onto him.”

“Wow, that sucks.” That actually really does suck to you for some reason.

“Techno though, while I don’t despise it, I consider it the cheap kind of music. Lazy, if you will.”

You already understand why, “Because they don’t use real instruments? It’s all computers? Except when they use other people’s songs?”

“Yeah, that’s pretty much why,” She says, “Even though they have keyboards, they distort it with such awful sounds.”

“Well, I agree, but I still listen to it, I guess it’s just a guilty pleasure.”

“That’s what Vinyl would say to me.”

“Who?”

“My roommate, Vinyl Scratch.”

She has a roommate? “You have a roommate?”

“Yep, and she’s also one of my greatest friends, even though she’s a bit too much to handle.”

“Really, like how?” You ask her.

“Well, she “professionalizes” in techno, remix, and dubstep, which still a major minus in my opinion, and she can’t shut up sometimes.”

“Well, what’d you expect from techno pony?”

“Not much really. She has a bit of a mouth too,” Octavia continues, “When my parents visited us I swear she said cunt at least 3 times to them”

“Ouch.”

“It’s gotten so bad that it even invaded into my own speech, thankfully it happens rarely, like when I’m really upset. But I always try to stay professional to everypony, even to my friends.”

Should’ve guessed that “damn” was just an outburst, You think to yourself.

“To be completely honest, I actually don’t really mind when a mare cusses.”

“Well, of course, you’re a male.”

She got you there.

“Well, what I mean is,” You continue, “I don’t mind when anypony does it really. I mean depending on your friends or the ponies you’re around with, I think a bit of language can really show off some independence and dignity to one’s self.”

“Really?” She seems very interested in what you’re saying.

“Well, I’m not talking about a full out potty mouth, but a simple swear every now and then can actually be, well, empowering to a mare sometimes.”

“Is that so?” she asks.

“Well, that’s what I believe.”

She gives you a sly smile, “Cunt.”

You’re confused, “… What?”

“Damn.”

“What are you doing?”

“Shit, fuck, whore, slut, bitch, arse, and ASS!” That last word echoed throughout the entire street.

You give a confused look to her until she finally notices you.

“Sorry, but I’ve been holding that in my entire life. It makes sense, what you told me. Right now, I feel very empowered. But, you're right, I have to be with the right ponies, like you, but not Vinyl Scratch who would just say I told you so.”

You're still a bit confused from what just happened, but you give out chuckle, “Well… Then I’m impressed.”

“Don’t worry, I know you are,” Her attention focuses to the right, “Hey, follow me.”

“What is it?”

“Come on!”

You follow her in a direction you’ve never taken in Canterlot. She seems to be leading you to a dead end. But wait, that’s not a wall, that’s the sky. You come closer, realizing you’re at the edge of Canterlot, with a view of almost all of Equestria.

“Oh my Celestia,” You’re astonished by the amazing heights you are in, with almost all of Equestria in your sights.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” She gives a relax look to you, but you’re eyes are still focused at the scenery.

“Yes,” You finally look to her, your face still astonished, “Very beautiful.”

Octavia giggles, “What? Me or Equestria?”

Crap.

“… Yes.”

She giggles, “Clever.”

You both take this moment to look upon the scenery again, but as beautiful as it is, you remember about the connection. You haven’t really found it yet. Yeah, you’ve gotten to get along with her a bit more, but not a real connection for her to get really interested in you. You try to think of something to say, “The- You know- I really like-“

She interrupts you, “Look… If you’re really trying to connect with me, you don’t have to worry it about, really.”

… What?

“You don’t really hide it so well either, kind of like the way you’ve been staring at me at Sugarcube Corner for the past 8 months.”

… WHAT?!

“What? You really thought you were really that stealth about it? Try completely obvious! You're not the first pony who's tried to get with me, you know.”

You try to keep your jaw up, but it wants to stay down, “I, I, I.”

“Like I’ve said though, you don’t have to worry.”

“I, I, I, I don’t know what you’re talking-“ Octavia suddenly gives you a glare, and your voices trails somewhere else, “I mean, you weren’t creeped out by the way I looked at you?”

“What do you mean? Of course I was!”

Fuck.

“Well, at first I was, but I’ve gotten use to it, because…”

“Because of what?”

Her cheeks filled red, “Well, I thought you were rather, umm, cute from afar. Dashing really.”

Your heart drops harder than a nuclear bomb.

“But I’ve tried to keep things traditional and wait for you to come, talk to me, ask me out to dinner maybe. I really did at least want to get to know you. But after a while, I knew you didn’t really seem to have the courage to ask either,” She pauses to flip back her bangs, “So one day, I came to Sugarcube corner a bit late, and since it was a holiday it gets a bit more packed than usual. I’d hoped that maybe you’d be there, by yourself with an empty seat, the last one in the entire bakery. But you could’ve not been there that day, or with some other pony, or given your seat to somepony who needed it. But thank Celestia, you were there just as I had hoped.”

You smile grew bigger the more she continued with her story.

“But then I realized I’ve waited a bit too late, and was getting late for my train, since I was going away on business. So I went back and changed for my iced tea to be to go, and played a little bit of performance for you, acting like I was going to my seat but realized you had the last one.”

You give a small laugh.

“Then I finally went and sat down with you, but… You still didn’t do anything. I’ve should’ve guessed that would happen, though.”

The laugh you were giving immediately turns awkward.

“I didn’t want to leave you, but I had to. When I left, I thought I’d might never see you again, since you could’ve thought that you embarrassed yourself so bad, you might not want to see me again.”

“Well, why didn’t you say anything to me?” you ask.

“Like I said, I wanted to stay traditional, and its just basic tradition for a pony like you to ask me out.”

You give her a questioned look, which couldn’t help but make her sigh, “But, I do admit I think I’ve might’ve done it a bit foolishly, knowing your troubles and all.”

You roll your eyes.

“But when it was time for the Gala, I’d heard that you were going, so I’d hope maybe I’d see you, while I was playing. After a few hours, I just gave up and focused on performing. But then I saw you at the bar in front of me. I felt like a little filly inside, wanting to just drop my cello and run to you. But, being me, I professionally said to the other performers to call it a night. But when I went to bar… you were gone. I’ve felt like I’ve… failed again."

You sincerely feel her pain

"But then you came back, with full fledge confidence this time!”

You felt a bit proud of yourself.

“But then you gave that act, that ‘hey I just met you so I’ll compliment on whatever you do’ act.”

Wow, that proud feeling didn't last long.

“At first it took me by surprise, but I went along with it, and let you do your thing. I actually thought it was kinda cute, playing along with you.”

Hey, your smile’s back!

“So then we talked, left the Gala, and here we are.”

You just remembered the amount of information she just gave you, “Woah.”

She’s still not done yet, “I’ve got a little lesson for you. Don’t force yourself and another pony to find your connection. You have to let it keep it's pace. But even then, sure, a connection can be a really helping factor in a relationship. But really, in the end, all that matters if you two really enjoy being with each other.”

Wow. Why didn’t you think of that?

“But if you really want your ‘connection’. After you said that one word to me, respect, it made me, umm, really open my eyes to you. Surprisingly, with all the ponies I've been with, I've never actually heard them say that to me, in any way, shape or form. Ever since you said it, I felt, very connected with you, through my eyes. And..."

What? What's she building up to?

She looks at you, deep into your mind with those gorgeous violet eyes, "I have really, really enjoyed being with you.”

Your mind explodes.

“And I would really love to be with you a bit more. Hey, do think you might want to… Um, hello?”

…

“You there?”

…

Bonk!

Your mind starts to work again when she bumps your head with her hoof, “I’m sorry what?”

She giggles again, “I was asking if you would like to come to the Canterlot Orchestral concert with me?”

…

Bonk!

“What- what!? Oh, YES! I mean, I’d be happy to go with you!”

“Great,” Her face brightens up.

“When is it?” you ask.

“Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? But I’m going back to Ponyville tonight.”

“Then stay with me here then! Back at the Canterlot Hotel?”

…

"Ugh, stallions.”

Chapter 4: The Jealous Bisexual Roommate

After your 3rd mind failure, Octavia took your hoof and lead you to the Canterlot Hotel, where's she's staying for the weekend. You head inside the huge lobby, still dumbfounded, ignoring the gorgeous art and architecture around you. Octavia readies her hoof again, and bonks you in the face so hard it left you in a slight haze, but your mind starts to work again.

"Hey, you didn't have to hit me that haaarr-" Your entire mind trails off and focuses on the building you've just entered. The post modern mix of Royal and Roman architecture practically caresses your eyeballs with beauty and elegance. You both walk to the large fountain right in the middle of the entire building, and look up to see the large chandelier above, with probably more than 1,000 candles lit on every single metal branch. There's probably hundreds of ponies bumping into to both you too, but you didn't care.

"Is this?" you continue, "Is this the Canterlot hotel?"

"Yep, the ponies who plan the Gala let the band members stay here for the weekend, since we were having troubles with travel, and the fact that even the cheapest hotels here are so expensive."

"You get to stay here," You pause, "For free?"

"Yep, and I can add a guest too."

You notice still looking up at the chandelier, and turn to face Octavia, "So, shall we?"

"We sure shall," She retorts with a smile.

Once she adds you as a guest in the checklist, you get ready to start your journey up a very long elevator ride.

"Level 42," she tells you as you press the 42 button in the elevator.

42?, You think to yourself, Thats around probably a 90 second wait in elevator.

What are you going to do with all that time, alone, with Octavia? The one part of your brain says start another conversation. That other part says to grab her and start making out. You'd like that last one, but you try to think realistically. You can tell she's waiting for you to do something. She takes a quick glimpse at you every now and then, to see what you're doing.

But then she looks to her hoof, like if she's checking her watch. Thing is she doesn't have one. She's either signaling you, or just kind of crazy. But knowing her... Yeah that's a signal. Wait, of course! You take a glimpse at her, see what she's doing. She's not really focusing at anything, so nows your chance. You reach your hoof to hers, slowly. Halfway through Octavia spots you with her peripheral vision, and readies her hoof for you to hold. Next thing you know, you're holding hooves! Well, more like locking arms, but still. You can spot a small smile on Octavia's face.

Mission accomplished.

You close your eyes and enjoy the ride up. You don't notice the doors open to your destination, though. When Octavia exits the elevator, she looks back to see you still there with a big smile, eyes closed, and your hoof in position as if you're still holding hers.

Octavia clears her throat.

"What? Oh right." You follow her to your room, calling out the doors as if it was a countdown to your epic finale, "426, 425, 424, 423, and... 422!"

"Just a second," Octavia pulls out her key card out with her teeth.

... Where the hell was she keeping that card?,  You wonder.

She slides the key through the door, causing it to make a mechanical unlocking noise, "Well, here it is," she says.

She opens and enters, with you following. Her room though wasn't anything that special. It just looks generic for something in an expensive high story room. It had some decent wallpaper, but one bathroom, one fridge, one phone, one closet, one window, one bed. The art in here though is really... wait.

"Hey I'm going to call room service for some wine, you want any?" She asks, with the phone already in hoof.

"Uh, yeah sure."

She sits on the side of the only bed in the room, so you sit next to her. You wait for her to order to the wine, and once she hangs up, you ask, "This room is kinda generic isn't it, for a 5 start Canterlot hotel?"

"What, did you think they were going to put me into a very fancy, technological advanced room just so I can play for them at the Gala?" She replies.

"Yeah, no I don't, but this should be like a level 1 room, not level 42."

"Well, I guess they wanted to give something for us to look forward to then," She says taking off her collar and bow tie.

"Forward to what?"

She stands up and walks towards the window, "The view." She opens the curtains to reveal a view of all of Canterlot.

You would be over taken by the beauty of this, then, "Ha! Thats nothing after a view of all of Equestria!"

"I guess you're right," She closes the curtain and sits back next to you, "But do you know whats better than a view of all of Equestria?"

"What would that be?"

Her face starts to blush and gets closer to yours. So close that her heat radiates onto you, causing you to blush as well. Her smile becomes seductive with her eyes halfway closed. You start to realize what's going to happen. You panic at first, but calm down quickly. You close you eyes and wait for what's to come.

Knock knock!

Somepony knocks at the door, and Octavia continues, "A damn good bottle of wine!"

Oh. You see what she did there.

She opens the door for servant pony to enter and put down a tray of wine and two wine cups. He looks at you and Octavia, as if you two are up to something, and leaves quietly, closing the door behind him.

Octavia walks up to you, "Well, let's begin shall we?"

You enjoy a few glasses of wine with her, while telling her a few funny stories, and letting tell a few of hers as well. But once things get quiet and you two drink up to the tipsy side, she puts down her glass and stands up on twos to stretch out her body, and then walk back towards the bed. You're left watching her, wondering what she's doing.

She's getting into bed?

She gets cozy under the sheets, "You coming?" she asks.

You out your glass and slowly lay down in the bed with her, still wondering what's she's going to do. Once you get comfortable, Octavia turns on her side to face you. She smiles and reaches her hoof to your face, caressing cheek. You smile back, enjoy the warmth of her hoof. But before you know it, she gives you a quick peck to your forehead, turns to the other side the bed, and turns off the light.

"Good night!" She says.

... Huh.

Is that it?

Well, to be honest, what did you expect? She's an independent, adult, and traditional mare. Why would she have sex with you on your first date-ish, thing? I mean who could be that stupid as to think of that? You're just going to have to be much more patient. But don't worry, once it happens, it'll all be worth it.

Once you wake up the next morning, you look down notice Octavia with her arm around you and resting her head on your chest. She's out like a rock, but you can tell still she's enjoying it.

Ha! I knew she couldn't resist me, You think to yourself, I can't feel my arm though.

You notice her waking up with a few moans and grunts, rubbing her eyes, and looking back up to you.

"Good morning," she says with a tired smile.

She doesn't seem to care she's on you, though.

Good.

"Well good morning," you reply.

"What time is it?"

You look at the clock on your nightstand, "11 o' clock."

"Really?" She seems surprised, "What time did we go to bed?"

"I dunno, around 3 am?"

"Wow, I forgot we were up that long," She gets up and stretches, "Well, let's get some breakfast then."

Your stomach growls, "Good idea."

You both get ready and take the elevator back down to the lobby, holding her hoof again like last time. You let her exit first, and follow afterwards, only to hear a loud: "OCTY!"

A white, blue haired mare runs straight to Octavia and embraces her. You've been confused about everything for so long that now you can expect anything weird to happen now. You presume she's Octavia's roommate, Vinyl Scratch, since she dresses like a Dj, acts like a DJ, and has a musical note for her cutie mark, pretty much fitting Octavia's description.

Vinyl continues, "I was actually traveling to Manehatten to perform for the Drop Club and-"

Octavia interrupts, "Wait, The Drop Club? isn't that one you've been wanting to-"

"Yeah, the one I've been dying to go to for, like, the longest fucking time! It's the club where the real DJ's go to perform!"

"Oh I'm so happy for Vinyl!" Octavia embraces her again.

Vinyl soon breaks the hug, "But yeah, anyway, my train stopped off here in Canterlot so I'd thought I stop by and check how you were doing."

"Well, I'm doing great as you can see I'm with somepony," she whispers harshly to Vinyl while pointing at you.

"... Oh." The white mare starts to stare at you, so you give a small wave. She doesn't seem to happy to see you.

"We were actually headed out to get some breakfast," Octavia continues.

Vinyl looks back to Octavia, "Oh cool, where we eating?"

You seriously wanted to facehoof.

"But Vinyl, I thought you said you were only stopping by."

"What? Doesn't mean I can't eat! Come on Octy! Here, let's go to the cafe across the street."

You and Octavia look at each other, and back at Vinyl. You both say okay.

"Cool! Come on now!" She gestures to you two to follow her.

"So Vinyl," you say, "Octavia told me a little a bit about you."

She takes a large bite of her waffles, "Yeah, like that I'm an uncontrollable potty mouth?"

"Vinyl!" Octavia says in annoyance.

You out her hoof to her shoulder, "It's fine, Octavia."

She resists for a moment, but agrees and looks down to her food.

You continue, "What I was going to say, Vinyl, was that you're a DJ."

Vinyl puts down her fork, "Well, yeah, duh."

You roll your eyes and continue eating your bread bowl soup. But then Vinyl speaks again anyway, "But what about you, huh? What the hell do you even do?"

"I'm a photographer."

"Should've guessed that, of course Octy would go for an artsy pony like you."

"I'm not as artsy as you think, Vinyl."

"Oh yeah, how."

"I work for a newspaper company, I don't really have time for any art. And I'm more familiar with techno than classical music like you, though I still highly respect it."

"Really? Wow, Octy I didn't think you would even date ponies like that. I mean you're always with some other uptight snooty cello player like yourself."

"I dated non cello players, Vinyl." Octavia seemed annoyed to the breaking point, but was trying to hide it.

"Yeah whatever, but I guess you needed a break from all those other lame ass ponies."

"Some of those ponies are still my friends, you know?"

"Then those one's who aren't are the lame ass ones! This one though, I'd never would see somepony like that to go out with you."

You felt annoyed to the point where you had to talk back, "Maybe you should judge ponies by the way they look then, Vinyl."

"Hey," Vinyl says back, "Hold it buster!"

"Enough," Octavia interrupts, "Both of you."

Vinyl ignores, "Here, want me to judge you for real then? Then let's get to know each other more now! What the hell's even your name?"

You tell her your name.

She has a blank look to her face, then starts to burst into laughter. "Really? Oh my Celestia!" She continues to laugh more, "Seriously Octavia, you're fucking a pony with a name like that?"

"Vinyl Scratch!"

Oh crap, shit's going down.

"Victoria Samantha Scratch," Octavia says menacingly, "I need to talk to you, alone."

"Fine, whatever."

Both mares leave you at you table with your half eaten soup. You wait a bit to soak in what just happen, then continue eating. You're done with your food now, but they're not back yet, so to kill time you head to the restroom. Once you get there, you hear constant bickering in the mare's room. Through all of the rambling though, you hear an "Octy" and "Vinyl", so you know it's them. You couldn't help but eavesdrop. You try to understand what they're saying through all the bickering. You couldn't hear anything until...

"- yourself to me! What else am I supposed to do?" says Vinyl Scratch.

"That does not mean you have to butt into my personal life, Vinyl! I respect your privacy with who ever mare or stallion you're with!" Retorts Octavia.

Wait, mare or stallion she's with?

"But I haven't gone out with any since then!" replies Vinyl.

"Well I'm sorry, but that was in the past, and I made a mistake! You have to move on!"

There was a small pause.

"Mistake huh?"

"Wait, Vinyl, I didn't mean it that way."

"You know what, fuck you Octavia! Fine, I won't butt into you or any pony's dick or clit you're sucking! Just as long as I don't see you again!"

You hear hoofsteps. Fuck she's leaving. Quick! Turn around!

Luckily she was too angry to even notice you, but for when Octavia sees you...

"How much did you hear?" She asks you, surprisingly not angrily.

"Um, not much." You say.

"Don't lie."

"... Fine, I heard everything from when you 'It doesn't mean you butt into things.'"

"Thank Celestia, look I'm sorry about her, and I'm sorry I went a bit too personal, but it had to be done."

"What Vinyl said to you seemed very sincere. Aren't you mad, or upset?"

"What? No. We have fights like these every other week, she can hate me all she wants but she'll always come back to me." Octavia assures.

"You sure?"

"Look, I can handle these things, don't worry."

"And you're not angry I was eavesdropping?" you ask.

"Well, yes I am, a bit, but I expected you to."

"Oh."

"Look," she puts your face to your cheek, "You don't have to worry about any of this, okay?"

"Okay."

"Good, here lets pay the bill and head back to the hotel, we have a concert to get ready for."

A few hours after breakfast, You and Octavia are now ready for the Canterlot Orchestral Concert. Once you head there, you were amazed by the amount of ponies attending. Hundreds, thousands even, surrounded the entrance.

Woah, these Orchastral guys must be good, You think to yourself.

The theater though was massive. Luckily you and Octavia got some good seats.

Once the performance started, it was just as you expected. The Royal Canterlot Orchestra played pieces from covers of Hoofvig Van Beethoven to Johann Secoltian Bach, and even some original pieces. At some moments during the performance, you found yourself closing your eyes, letting the beautifully composed music fill images into your own mind. All while holding Octavia's hoof. When the times you did have your eyes open, you saw Octavia do the same thing, taking a journey into her own mind. You wonder what she thinks under that noggin. What ever it is, it's probably off limits.

You thought today might be the day you'd finally be able to kiss her too. But she still looks like she's wants to wait for it, until she thinks the time is truly perfect. You respect her thoughts, and enjoy the rest of the performance.

Once the performance is over, and you and Octavia walk back to the hotel to get your things and head back to Ponyville. But, again in the lobby, you see Vinyl Scratch waiting for both of you. Well, waiting for Octavia. You roll your eyes, but the closer you look at her, her face appears to be more depressed than angry. You think you know why she's here now.

"Vinyl?" Octavia asks, surprisingly really concerned, "What are still doing here? I thought you were going to perform at the Drop Club."

"Not anymore, look, can I talk to you, alone?" Vinyl asks, still in a very upset mood.

Octavia nods to you and follows her. Watching her leave to the point where you can't see her, you then walk to the fountain again and wait. The beauty of the hotel's architecture distracts you for a bit, but you start to think to yourself again. But before you can, you see Vinyl and Octavia walk towards you. You have no idea what's going to happen.

"Hey," Vinyl says to you, "I'm really, really sorry of what I said to you earlier."

"Yeah?" you say back.

"I shouldn't have butt into what ever you and Octavia's relationship is. And I'm really sorry that I forced all this emotion onto both of you, since you two are just starting out together. Please, don't think less of her now because of me."

You walk up to her and put a hoof on her shoulder, "I forgive you, trust me. And you didn't do anything terrible, really, so don't put yourself down like that."

She gives you a big, emotional smile, "Thank you."

There's a long silence.

"Well, I'll just go and leave you and Octy alone now. Again I'm so sorry."

"Don't worry about it," You say with a soft smile.

She goes to embrace Octavia once more before leaving, "See you back in Ponyville?"

"See you back in Ponyville," Octavia confirms.

Vinyl looks back and nods to you, and heads back out of the hotel.

"What'd you do to make her say sorry?" You ask to Octavia.

"Nothing," She said, "It was all her."

"Huh, wow."

You suddenly remember something.

"Wait, Vinyl! We're going back to Ponyville too!" She already left the building before she could hear you.

Octavia gets an "Oh crap I forgot something" look, "Oh, umm, I told her we'd stay here another night." She says to you.

"Really?" You say back.

"Why not?" She says with a big smile.

You couldn't resist but give her what she wanted, "Um, sure, okay lets do it!"

You wonder if there was something more to Octavia wanting to stay another night at the hotel. Is she planning to sleep with you? You kind of hope so, but right now, as your waiting for the wine back at the hotel room, all you can do is focus on Octavia brushing her mane in the bathroom. You're reminded again of her elegance and beauty, soaring around like airplanes striking at your heart and mind. She notices you looking at her through the mirror, and gives you another smile before continuing to brush again.

When the wine finally comes, you start an average conversation again while drinking. Funny stories, past experiences, family, all of that. But once things get quiet again, Octavia seems to looked troubled about something. You ask what's wrong.

"Well," Octavia says, playing with her mane, "I feel the need to tell you something, but it might be too soon."

"No," you say, holding her hoof, "Trust me, you can tell me anything."

"I still don't think it's a good idea."

"Trust me Octavia, I'm here for you."

"Well, it's about Vinyl and me. And what we were talking about earlier."

"Yeah?"

"The thing is, she's not always rude like that to everypony, at least not intentionally. Only to ponies I seem to be having a relationship with."

You seem to get where she's going with this, "She's one of those possessive ones huh?"

"Yeah," Octavia confirms.

"Well, back during school, I was terrible with finding friends, let alone mares, but I did have one friend."

Octavia seems confused to where you're going with this, but you continue anyway.

"He was my only and bestest friend, but once he got a marefriend, he started to spend more time with her than me. So I got possessive, and whenever I'd see him and his marefriend together, I just hated the sight of her. I didn't want to be alone again. But I kept my cool, and soon he dumped her anyway. So don't worry, I understand completely Octavia."

She looks at you, still confused, "Actually no, it's not that, there's a bit more to it."

"... What?"

"Well, while it is possessiveness, it's not that type."

Wait.

"She's not doing it because she's afraid she'll be alone," says Octavia, "She's doing it because she wants me."

"Wants you to what?"

"No, she literally wants me."

Oh sweet Celestia.

"A year ago, before I saw you, me and Vinyl were having a night out at the bar to celebrate an investment Vinyl got to open her own club in Ponyville. I was very happy for her, but that night, I... I mean we, drank a bit more than we should've."

She's not.

"When we got back home..."

Celestia, she's not saying what you think she's saying.

"We umm..."

...

"Umm, you know."

...

"I thought of it as something we just did cause we could, and also that we were drunk. For Vinyl though, she took as something seriously, and now she literally loves me."

Your mind is spinning out of control. The mare you loved has had sex with another mare.

This is so far the best day of your life.

But you keep it inside while still leaving on your "listening" face letting out an, "I see." to keep hidden.

"She was, before, a bisexual, but since then she went full lesbian for me. I tried to tell her that I loved her, but only as something like a very out of blood sister, and what happened was only because we were drunk. She couldn't accept it. After a while things started to wind down about it, but I knew her feelings still haunted her. Soon I forgot all about it, after I saw you. I don't think I need to go over that again, but I never told her about you. That was my second mistake. When she saw you with me, it almost broke her, she hid it well though, and tried to overcome it with anger. When we were talking in the bathroom, I told her what I did with her was a stupid mistake, which pretty much pushed her off the brink again. When we came back to the hotel, she told me she stayed here in Canterlot all day, just thinking about us, whether if she was really right about herself or not. She did finally realize though what she was doing was wrong, and even skipped her entire performance to come back to say sorry to both of us."

"... I see."

"Thank you for understanding, it really feels good to let it... Wait," she says, "You're completely fine with me knowing I had slept with another mare?"

"... Why? That's awesome,"

She slaps you in the face... twice.

"What was that for?"

"Should've known you'd be that pig-minded." Octavia stands up and walks toward the bed.

You process what you just said, "Wait Octavia I didn't mean it that way!"

"Did you now?" She says in harsh tone, while getting in bed.

"Okay, maybe I didn't, but please, forgive me, it was just an outburst!" you plead to her.

"Good night." Octavia turns off the light, leaving you in the darkness.

You had no choice but to go to bed too.

Oh Celestia, You think to yourself, Please don't let this be the end of it.

Chapter 5: The Acceptance

Let's go over this again. You stared at a pony for 8 months, finally talked with that pony, and had an emotionally packed day with that pony...

All for you to just fuck it up again.

Your mind had dazed out, and you've let out a pretty much insulting statement to your marefriend. Right now, you're left asleep dreaming of her leading you out of a pit of loneliness, one you've been in for many years, only for you to trip and fall in again. She laughs at your failure and leaves you. You yell for her to come back and let you try again.

Then you wake up. You thank Celestia that was just a dream, but realize that might soon become a reality. You look to the right side of your hotel bed. Octavia's gone. You should've expected that, of course she would've left you while you were sleeping. But wait, you hear something in the bathroom. It's the shower. Yep, she's still here, but she was probably getting ready to leave anyway.

You wait a few moments for Octavia to exit the bathroom. You see her with her hide still moist and a towel on her head. She doesn't really seem angry or sad, but still not her regular self. She just seems, completely uninterested. She notices you're awake, and throws a clean towel for you, "Get up and get ready," she says to you, "Our train for Ponyville leaves in 2 hours."

You're both on the train back for Ponyville now. She allows for you to sit next to her, but you're still unsure of what she's really feeling. It was a very silent journey, since the entire ride was just Octavia looking away from you, as if she doesn't want to see you. But at times, you do notice her taking a peek every now and then, to see what you're up to probably. At one point you had nothing to do but look at her. She doesn't seem to notice you, so you just keep looking.

She's still very beautiful, you think to yourself. But just as you thought that she looks to you, as if you're about to say something. Instead you give welcoming smile, only for her to look away again. You felt like punching yourself, in fact you did punch yourself. Thankfully Octavia didn't notice, but the colt next to you looks at you as if you're crazy. But you are crazy, so...

Well, you arrived at you destination. Boy, you think it's great to finally be back home again, but yeah, you still have that angry almost marefriend of yours right next to you.

"Well, it was nice meeting you," she shakes your hoof, "I've had a good time, and ummm."

That's it, after that she leaves you at the station. As if to say "Hey, you were cool and all, but fuck you".

Fuck you!

You gallop home, enter, and try to kick the first thing you see in anger. FUCK it's your dog! You lower your power mid kick, but you still hit him. Your a monster! You comfort him and apologize to him, but he didn't seem to mind, since he's still happy to see you. Well, at least that cheers you up. You notice a note hanging on the door, probably your pet sitter's.

You read it out loud ,"Dear client, your dog's were very well behaved and were a pleasure to be with. Ummm," Why did she write the 'umms' in the note? "I rarely work with dogs but I still gave them the proper care needed, hope you are satisfied and have had a very nice trip. Sincerely, Fluttershy." The note goes on, "PS: I noticed your dog houses were a bit dirty so I cleaned them up a bit for you, I recommend you clean it once a month." It still goes on, "PSS: I also recommend you get a different brand of kibble since it is too big for your smaller dog, Ruby. Get a brand for both medium and large dogs, so both of them can eat it easily. Fluffer's choice I think is a good, well, choice, for your dogs that it is," It STILL goes on, "PSSS: I'm afraid I'm going to have to make you pay extra for the unplanned 2nd day you've added, since I was out saving Equestria from certain destruct-" You crumpled the paper and throw into the trash can.

Still upset about Octavia, you crash into your couch and yell constant curse words. Once your fit is over, you call your dogs to come over, hoping their happiness can comfort you. You're biggest dog, Koda, (also the one you've kicked) comes first and sits next to you. Your smaller one, Ruby, runs and jumps right onto your stomach, licking all over your face. You tell her to calm down, but you couldn't resist but let her continue. Once things calm down again, thoughts of Octavia still flow through your mind. You still hate yourself for saying that to her. For the millionth time you screwed up again! Now you will never be without a marefriend! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK FUCK FU- the door bell rings.

"Ugh, what is it," you say to yourself. You open the door. It's Octavia! Why is she here? How does she know where you live?

"Umm, how do you know where I live?" you ask.

"Because," she pulls out a wallet out of nowhere with her teeth.

"Seriously where do you keep all your-" Your concern of the laws of physics suddenly dissappear, "Is that my wallet?"

She nods.

She probably saw you address in your wallet. Slowly, you grab it with your teeth from her, and throw it back into your house. She's still here, as if she waiting for you to do something, but not in a good way.

"Well?" she asks.

"Yeah?"

"What do you say?"

"... Thank you?"

"Good. You're welcome."

She's still here. What the hell does she want?

"Um," you continue, "What else do you need?"

"You know." She says, but as if she's forcing her nonchalantness to make it look like she doesn't care about you.

But crap you do know what it is, "Um, sorry, for saying that last night. It was out of hoof to say it and very foalish of me."

She's still not satisfied.

You continue, "And I guess you should tell Vinyl Scratch I said sorry too."

There was a breif silent, until Octavia breaks it, "That's not what I meant. I meant you forgot to ask me inside."

Your mind has mixed questions right now. Like why didn't she tell you that earlier, and why she wouldn't want an apology, and what does she want to do inside your house!?

You suddenly break out of it, "Um, yes, sorry, come in."

She comes inside your home and looks around your decor, "I'm impressed, your house is very organized and clean," she notices the two dogs jumping and barking around her, "Especially with two dogs around. What are their names?"

"Well, the smallest is Ruby, the biggest is Koda."

She starts to pet them, "What beautiful names. They are very cute," She notices the slobber on her hoof and wipes it off, "But, very sloppy. Is there I place I can talk to you alone?"

"Here, I'll just take them upstairs."

You quickly lead the dogs upstairs and come back down to see what she has to say. You notice she's on the couch, so you sit next to her.

"So, what'd you want to talk about?" You ask.

"About last night," she looks to you.

"Well, I apoligized about it. What else is there to say?" you reply.

"Well, thats the thing, I forgive you." She looks away again.

Usually by now you'd be jumping for joy, but you don't know if that fixes anything, "Well, ok, thank you then."

"But there's more," She says, "I also should say that I'm sorry. It was my fault really, I shouldn't have told you that in the first place. I had too much to drink. Why did that even say that to you? I've only been with you for two days and I told you that. I felt so embarassed."

"But wait, why were you embarassed? I was the one who let you tell me that, and I acted foalishly about it! Don't blame yourself, blame me!"

"You don't understand, I do blame you. What you said insulted me, and probably would've insulted Vinyl too. What I mean to say is that we both made mistakes. I said something I foolishly have said and you acted foalishly about."

You sigh, "Yeah I have to admit that. But, how do you really feel about this? What do you really think about me?"

"Well, one part of says I should hate or ignore you for the rest of my life because you said that."

"Oh, what does the other half say?"

She sighs too, "Well that half says I shouldn't hate you, because I enjoyed being with you so much... More than I've had with any other pony."

"Hm."

There was another pause, then you both simutaniously sighed.

You break the silence, "So which do you prefer?"

"Well thats why there's two halfs, theres no better or worse. Just which is right."

You have an idea, "Wanna flip a coin?"

"Hm?"

"Flip a coin," you confim, "I have a half bit right here, it'll give us a 50/50 choice."

She seems interested, "Hm. You want to put my feelings up to chance?"

"Yep."

"Okay, lets do it."

You pick up the coin, "Tails says we go our separate ways, heads says we try again."

She nods to you. You heistate for a moment, then flip the coin as high as you can. You both watch it go up, almost to the ceiling.

Suddenly, as it flips, you get a flashback. You were much younger, probably when you were first starting school. You remember you and your father at the food market. You were buying ingredients to make your mother's favorite dessert for her birthday. It was a special vanilla sundae, and you only needed one more item, beach strawberrys. They're like strawberrys, like how an tangerine is to an orange, but were white, which complemented the visuals of the dessert. You really wanted to make your mother happy today, to give her back something after all she gave you. But when you got to the the strawberry stand, you meet another pony who was buying them also.

"Hey can I have a pack of these beach strawberrys," the stranger asks.

"Sure, go ahead," Welcomes the stand manager, "You're lucky those are my last pack."

This alerted your father to act.

"Wait? Last pack?" Your father asks.

"Yep sorry pal." says the stand mananger, gathering the money.

The stanger looks back, "Sorry, better luck next time."

You suddenly felt sad that you can't get the strawberries, but then your father stops him, "Look, I really need those. I need it so me and my kid can make something for my wife's birthday."

"Well I need it for my daughter's graduation present." The stranger retorts.

"Well, it looks as if we both need it for somepony we love."

"Dang straight."

"How about we flip for it," your father asks with wit.

"Oh really, you wanna flip for a bag of fruit?"

"Why not?"

Your father gets out a half bit, "Heads I get it, tails you do."

"Hm. Okay, go for it."

You feel happy again that fate has given you another chance. Your father flips the coin, and you watch anxiously to see what fate answers you. It's falling, it's falling, and...

Tails.

"Ha!" The stranger yells.

While he rejoices you furiously kick the dirt, cursing fate in your head. But then you look up. Your fathers chuckling along with the stranger.

"Okay, you get it," your father says, shaking the stangers hoof, "Nice meeting you."

"Nice meeting you too." The stranger leaves you two, and you can seem him hoof pumping from a distance.

"But Dad, you're letting him go!" You complain, "Now we can't make the sundae anymore!"

"What do you mean we can't make the sundae?" your father says, chuckling some more, "We'll just buy a pack of regular strawberries, they taste just the same!"

"B-b-but then it won't be perfect!"

"Look, things can't always be perfect."

"But we had another chance to get it, and we lost it, and you're happy about it?"

"Well, the thing is, it doesn't really matter what I feel about it. It won't change anything. Look, life gives us chances. If we don't get what we want the first time, it'll sometimes give us more chances. If we miss someof those, then oh well. Sure it can be frustrating at times, but what we, as ponies, have to remember is that even if we don't get what we want, will the world end or cause major damage to us?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, we lost the beach strawberries yes, but it'll still be the same if we instead put regular strawberries in the dessert. Sure it might not look the way we want, but the taste, would be just as much the same. We should be thankful we even have strawberries to get! But really think, would the sundae be a diasaster without strawberries? No it would just be a sundae without strawberries. Not the same, but still delicious."

Your father fixes your mane away from your eyes, "But what it all comes down to, is that life will give and take from us, and sometimes we just have to learn to accpet it. Now matter how good or how bad it could be."

After your journey back into the depths of your memories, what your father told way back then just gave you a relevation. If the coin really does flip to tails, and Octavia leaves you, will your life be just as worse. In fact, has it really been that bad before? I mean, you have a job you love, a family who's alive and healthy, your dogs to keep you company, your house, food to eat, music. Sure, you might not have a marefriend to be with, but it won't make things worse. It won't kill you. Besides, will it mean the end of ever getting a marefriend again? No, you'll get another chance somehow, life is like that. So even as much as you love Octavia, you'll have to accept the fact that she might not be your marefriend right now. It would be really awesome if she was though. But it doesn't matter, you're ready to accept what fate will answer you.

Your focus is back on the coin with Octavia. She, as much as you, seems very enthusiastic about the answer. It's falling now, falling, falling, falling...

Tails.

Well, it's decided, you're going to have to acce-

"Hey wanna flip it again?" Octavia asks.

What? Oh, you get what she's doing, "Umm, sure, okay."

You flip it again and... tails.

"Try it again," Octavia insisted.

You flip it again and... heads!

There's anoher short silence between you two.

"So can we start over?" you ask.

Before you know it, Octavia jumps and starts to kiss you. Until you finally get whats going on, you start to move along with it. It's actually been a long time since you've kissed a mare, you forgot what it was like. But, wow, was this is something. She's now laying on top of you, with her warmth exhilarating your entire body. What? Now she's licking her tongue at your mouth... What, what is this- OH! You get it now. You open your mouth to let her tongue in. Oh Celestia this is amazing! Both your tongues move about eachother, as if it was a rythmic dance. You've guessed that for Octavia.

You break the kiss, "I guess this means you agree with me."

"Oh, yes it does." She rushes in to start the kiss again.

You both have been doing that for probably the next 30 minutes. You started to wonder again if this was the moment of truth. You're finally in the right moment in the right track straight towards the bed. But even with that, it all ends with you and Octavia lying on the couch, with her arm around you and resting her head on your chest again. You didn't really care about sex anyway right now. All you cared about now is that now it is official. It's so official it doesn't even need to be talked about.

Octavia is your marefriend.

Fucking finally