You heard the announcement that your act was next. After the initial welcoming applause, the room falls deathly silent as you walked onto the stage with the rest of your ensemble. You looked out into the crowd, and while you didn’t focus on any face in particular, you couldn’t find a single smile on any of them before you took your seat at the grand piano.
The rest of the band carried their instruments to the stage. You patiently waited for them to make sure they were tuned. Once all of you were ready, your bandmate Beauty Brass began the countdown to start playing the first song.
Your fingers danced on the ivory keys, the melody you’ve rehearsed countless times finally being shown to the high-society crowd of Canterlot. You didn’t need to look to know their judgmental eyes were on you.
You took deep breaths to steel yourself, trying to hit the perfect balance of composure and concentration. Making sure to hit all the notes perfectly with the right inflection, but not hunching yourself over the keys to do so.
You look away from the keys during one of the simpler sections, playing the chords you’ve already memorized, just to see how the others are doing.
Beauty Brass slowly rocked back and forth in rhythm as she played on her sousaphone. You could barely tell when she took a breath between notes. Parish Nandermane’s nimble fingers plucked at the harp’s string, before running his thumbs down in quick glissandos.
And then there was Octavia Melody. She stood on stage with an air of elegance like no other. Her eyes closed as she drew her bow against the cello’s strings, the rocking of her arm creating a subtle vibrato in her notes. It was as if she was embodying the song itself into her form. You nearly lost your place in the song gazing at her.
The performance want as well as you had hoped. Each one of you playing as rehearsed without a single mistake, seamlessly transitioning from one song to the next. Your fingers stretched to hit the notes an octave apart, rapidly tapping the keys for the trills, keeping the tempo by tapping your left foot.
When the final piece finished, you eased your foot off the sustain pedal, letting the notes fade out. You don’t move until you hear the applause. Despite its thunderous sound due to the sheer number in the audience, you know that all of them are giving the polite and restrained claps, not the wild cheers and roars reserved for nightclub performances.
You stand from your bench, and bow in unison with the rest of your ensemble, keeping your back straight and your movements rigid. You and the rest of your band quickly move off the stage for the next set of performers.
As the concert ends, you feel relief wash over you. The tension you’ve kept in your shoulders relaxed just a bit as you keep your posture steady, knowing you’re still being watched. You help out your other bandmates, because unlike you, they have to carry their instruments with them. It’s the polite thing to do, after all.
Outside, you all bid farewell to each other and watch as Beauty Brass and Parish Nandermane go their separate ways back to their homes. Just as you get ready to back to your own place, you feel Octavia grab onto your shoulder.
“Frederic, would you care to join me back in Ponyville?”
That vaguely sounded like flirting. “Are you sure? Will Miss Vinyl Scratch be alright with that?”
“Well, Vinyl will be out on tour doing her battles with Neon Lights. She won’t be home for quite a while. Truth be told, it’s gotten quite lonely without her around...”
That definitely sounded like flirting. Not that you had any objections, you didn’t have much better to do for the day. You stammer for a bit before clearing your throat. “Very well, I’d love to keep you company.”
Octavia flashes a smile as you escorted her to the train station, helping her carry her cello along the way.
The train ride to Ponyville was long and uneventful, but you noticed that at times, Octavia propped her heels up on the seat next to yours, quickly putting her feet back on the floor when you looked.
You’ve only been to Octavia and Vinyl’s house once before, years ago. It was a quaint home back then, you were curious how it’s changed.
Upon arriving at her home, you stared in shock and confusion. While you didn’t know what you were expecting, you were pretty sure which one lived on which side of the house. Part of you was wondering if the bed was split the same way.
The inside was just as eye-catching. Never had you seen a place so evenly divided before. On the left was a lot of scattered sheet music, most likely the pieces from the concert earlier. Did she leave in a hurry?
To the right was one of Vinyl’s turntables. A part of you deep down wanted to stand behind it, just to make one record scratch. But given your lack of experience with instruments that needed to be plugged in, you didn’t want to risk breaking it just trying to turn it on.
Once Octavia closed the door, she let out a huge sigh of relief. “Haaah, finally! It’s good to be home!” she cheers, flopping down on the couch on her side of the house.
“Well, I suppose I’ll just...put this here…” You say, dragging the cello case into a corner, having it lean against the wall.
“Thank you for that. Feel free to grab a drink from the fridge, I’ll be with you in a moment.” Octavia said without even sitting up.
The kitchen was surprisingly neutral. No dividing lines or clashing interior decoration. Nothing in the fridge was labeled with names, so you assumed that all of it was fair game, and that jug of apple cider was quite enticing. You took it out along with two glasses from the cupboards. You filled them both up, then took the drinks back to Octavia, who was now sitting up straight.
“Aw, thank you so much!” Octavia beamed as she received her cup. “Sorry about all that, it’s just been so long since I’ve had the chance to be myself again,” she giggled, drinking from her glass of cider.
“Honestly, I’m still not used to the change, myself.” You knew that nearly all of Canterlot wasn’t uptight at all hours, but Octavia seemed to have a switch that flips from ‘Elegant Canterlot Performer’ to ‘Giggly Outgoing Gal.’ She wasn’t quite at ‘Wild Party Girl’ yet, but perhaps living with Vinyl for another year or two might change that.
“Well, count yourself lucky, not everyone gets to see this side of me, you know,” she said with a wink.
You gave her a reluctant shrug. You’re glad that she trusts you enough to be herself around you, but it still didn’t change how off-putting it is to see the transition in real time.
“I mean, I’m glad that the concert went well and all, but I haaaate that I have to act all stiff and boring every time we have to go out and play!” she said with a pout.
“Well, you don’t have to be so uptight all the time. I don’t see why you can’t be more like yourself more often.”
“Oh please, like anyone in Canterlot would hire someone for their fancy events if they acted like me.” She picked up her glass, stuck her pinkie out, and straightened up her back, slipping back into her posh voice. “‘Everything must be precise and proper if you are to play for the Canterlot elite!’ Pah!”
You chuckled at her exaggerated impression, though you had to admit that acting formal at almost all times got tiresome.
“It’s why I still live in Ponyville,” Octavia said, leaning back on the couch. “As crazy as things get in this town, I don’t have to be a complete snob.”
“And yet you don’t drop the facade until you’re alone with me.” You pointed out.
“Well, a lady still has to keep some secrets, doesn’t she?”
You conceded that point to her. “I suppose so.”
“Though rumors spread like wildfire in this town! You would not believe how many ponies here were under the assumption that me and Vinyl were a couple. Just because we live together! Can you believe that?”
“You two are together quite a lot…” You noted, “You’re practically inseparable, so it’s not that hard to believe you two might have had something more going on.”
“Well, I’ve been quite happy being single, thank you,” she huffed, before leaning towards with a sly grin. “You on the other hand…”
You nearly choked on your cider at the topic change. “...Huh? When did this conversation turn to me?”
Octavia ignored your question, poking your leg with her high heels. “Well? What about you? You’ve been an eligible bachelor for years. Have none of the Canterlot beauties caught your eye? Or your heart?”
“I-I could ask the same thing about you!” you stammered, trying to turn the topic back on her.
“Please, we both know that those elite are far too stuck up for me, it’d never work out!” Octavia scoffed. “But I’m surprised you’ve managed to stay single. I think I could help you find a date…”
You could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks. Was she referring to herself? “A-Are you sure this isn’t the cider talking?”
Octavia shook her head. “You’ve always been quite the gentleman, always helping others out. Speaking of...”
She kicked off her heels, as you watched them fly across the room, Octavia took the opportunity to place her stockinged feet on your lap. “My feet have been killing me ever since the performance! Would you mind giving them a quick rub?”
You stared down at your lap in a stunned silence, with Octavia’s feet rocking from side to side between your legs. Where could she possibly be going with this? What went on in that girl’s mind?
Still, you had a feeling she would keep teasing and pestering if you didn’t do as she said. You put your drink down on the coffee table and grabbed onto her right foot, pressing your thumbs into her arch.
Almost immediately, you heard Octavia shudder. You were fairly certain she was just exaggerating to tease you more, but at the same time, you didn’t know how hard it was to walk around in high heels all day. You continued your massage, pushing deeper into her foot to relieve her of whatever tension was in there.
“Ah! Yes! J-just like that…” Octavia groaned, now lying down on the couch, her arms outstretched above her head. “Haaaah…your thumbs are like maaaagiiiic...”
You rolled your eyes, moving your hands up, squeezing the ball of her foot for just a moment, then moving right underneath her toes.
Octavia’s toes started to spread apart in response. She squirmed on the couch, her other foot rubbing against your leg. “Oh sweet Celestia, that feels absolutely heavenly…”
You tried your best to ignore her distraction, but she certainly wasn’t making it easy, especially since her foot was brushing against your inner thigh, going well into the danger zone. There was no preventing the extra tightness your pants were now feeling. You could feel your hands start to tremble as you continued the massage, you pressed your thumb right underneath the ball of her foot, rubbing in tiny clockwise circles.
Octavia started to get giggly again, wiggling her lacy, stockinged toes in your face as the laughter bubbled out of her lips.
You weren’t sure if this was just a ticklish reaction, or if this was another attempt to try and work you up even more. With the way her left foot tapped against your leg, either option was plausible.
“You’re enjoying yourself, I take it?” You asked, a dash of sarcasm in your voice as you slowly started to pull the stockings off her foot, planning something of your own.
“Mmmhmmm…” Octavia answered, not bothering to look up to see what you were doing. She was preoccupied with grabbing one of the couch pillows to rest her head on, clearly planning to be in this position for a while.
You smiled to yourself as you continued to slowly tug at her stockings, making sure to press your thumbs into her foot to make her think you were still giving her a massage. Your thumbs rubbed at her heel, slowly working the stockings off her foot at the same time.
Octavia gave a little moan as you worked her foot, her toes curling and spreading as her other foot rubbed against your crotch.
With the last bit of stocking hanging around her ankle, you moved your thumbs up her foot, working in small circles to push the lacy legwear up until her foot was completely bare.
Octavia either didn’t notice you taking her stocking off, or was simply too into the massage to care. It didn’t matter to you either way, you still had one more foot to go. You casually dropped her stocking off the side of the couch as you put her foot down, grabbing her other one.
“Mmm...right...can’t forget about that one…” Octavia mumbled, still seemingly unaware of what else you were doing. Her right foot rested on your legs, tapping her toes on your lap.
You squeezed her left foot, planning on giving her a real massage before you got to work on getting her other foot bare.
Octavia let out soft murmurs as you pressed into her soles. “Haaah...you’re the best…” she said with a sigh as she closed her eyes.
You made sure that she was still in her blissful trance before you started your work removing her other stocking. Your method was the same as her other foot, a small tug at the toes to get things started, then slowly massage and push it off her foot with your thumbs at the same time.
You didn’t mind her demanding you rub her feet, but when you were alone with her, she felt like an absolute mystery. You were fairly certain she was just doing these things to tease you, taking pleasure in watching you flustered and squirming.
Octavia started to spread her toes on both feet. You hesitated, worrying if she was about to catch on. Luckily, she didn’t seem to notice anything, still lost in your massage.
It wasn’t long until you finally pushed the stocking all the way up her foot. Once you slipped the end past her toes, both her feet were now bare and in your grasp. Admittedly, having her bare feet in your hands gave you more twinges of arousal than you’d like to admit, but now it was time for some teasing of your own.
You figured it was best to slowly transition into it rather than go in all at once. You slowly lightened up on the pressure, still rubbing her sole, but making sure to sneak in a few strokes up her arch.
Octavia started to giggle, but still laid back on the couch, thinking that she was still getting a massage. Her toes slowly wiggling back and forth as your fingers stroked her soft foot.
Gradually, you increased the intensity, working your index fingers into the “massage”, slowly tracing your fingers up her bare sole.
Octavia’s toes started to wiggle and curl more, but she still didn’t protest or kick yet.
You couldn’t contain your mischievous smirk, letting the massage get weaker to make the tickling grow stronger. You grabbed onto her ankle with one hand, anticipating her catching on any moment.
“H-Hehehey...that tihihihickles!” Octavia chuckled, her foot flinching in your grasp.
“Oh, does it? My apologies, let me fix that,” you said with a grin, only tickling faster in response, your fingers sliding between her wiggling toes.
Octavia’s eyes shot open, realizing the massage had long since ended. “EEEHEEHEEK! Noooo! Don’t you dahahahare!”
Before Octavia could sit up to fight back, you wrapped your left arm around both her ankles, trapping them so that you could tickle her feet to your heart’s content. “Let’s see how you like being teased for once.” You began scribbling your fingers down her soles.
“Bwahahaha! S-stohohohop it you jeheherk!” Octavia tried kicking her legs out, now squirming on the couch to try and escape.
You let out a chuckle of your own, shaking your head. Though her feet kept trying to cover each other up, her toes remained exposed, making them the perfect targets as your fingers slid in and out of the spaces between.
Octavia squealed, finally managing to sit up, weakly pounding your back with her fists. “Ahaahaaaa! Ohohoho you’re soooo gonna get it!”
You did your best to keep a hold on her ankles while your free hand raked down her squirming soles, though her thrashing made it clear you weren’t going to be able to hold both her feet for long. You finally let go of her ankles, and almost instantly she pulled her feet back. It didn’t stop you from turning around to pin her down, putting your hands on her shoulders.
“H-Hey! What the!?”
With a few swift movements, your hands made it to your next target. Octavia tried to stop you, but her hands only managed to grab onto your wrists at the same time your fingers started to dig into her sides.
Octavia started kicking behind you, trying to pry your hands away as she cackled. “NOOOOHAHAHAAA!” You swore you heard the mugs spill cider over the table and floor, but that was not going to take your focus away.
“Had enough?” you asked, leaning over her, ready to move your fingers up to her ribs.
You must have suddenly blacked out at some point, because the next thing you knew, Octavia was kissing you. Her lips firmly pressed against yours, grabbing onto your shoulders to pull herself closer.
Even when you thought you had the upper-hand, she still found ways to surprise you.
When she finally broke the kiss, you needed a moment to process everything. “W-wh...what was that about?”
“I dunno, it just felt appropriate,” Octavia giggled. “Plus I knew you’d get worked up if I did something like that.”
You swore your heart was about to beat out of your chest. “I...Huh? But...Huh!?”
“I could kiss you again, if you want,” she said, “You’re awfully cute when you’re flustered, you know.”
“I-If I want? You’re the one that kissed me! I-” You tried to find a suitable explanation as to why, and the most obvious answer popped into your disarrayed mind. “Do you...do you have a thing for me?”
“Well, you know that I don’t show my true colors to just anyone. You’ve seen the real me, and you’re totally fine with it. I never really thought I’d find someone like that, let alone work with them.” Octavia said with a heavy blush on her face.
You listened intently to Octavia’s confession. It was a lot to take in, but you were a little bit closer to understanding her.
“I know I tease you a lot, but it’s because you’re really fun to be around, so...maybe you want to give being together a shot?”
“I...I don’t know? I’m sorry this is just...a lot to take in right now...” You let out a weighty sigh. You thought that the concert was going to be the most nerve-wracking part of today.
“Well, I mean, you don’t have to decide right now, I know I kinda sprung this on you out of nowhere. And it probably isn’t helping that I’m asking this while you’ve got me pinned down on my own couch...” she laughed nervously.
It was a difficult decision. You enjoyed Octavia’s company, and she was an invaluable friend, but the idea of being a couple had hardly crossed your mind. Now you were put on the spot to make your choice.
“Well...I suppose there’s no harm in trying it out,” you said. “I’ve admired your playing skill and the way you remain professional, and though seeing the real you was quite the surprise, I wouldn’t mind spending some more time with that side of you.”
Octavia responded with a squeal of delight, followed by another passionate kiss, but at least this time, you were more prepared. You got more into the kiss, leaning in as you felt her tongue slip into your mouth.
“Since you seemed to love playing with my feet so much, why don’t you give them a kiss?” she teased, lifting her leg up to place on your shoulder.
You rolled your eyes, grabbing onto her ankle. You were tempted to just tickle her silly again, but you decided to indulge her. You brought her big toe up to your lips, planting a kiss, feeling her other toes wiggle against your cheek.
“I always figured you were the kind of gentleman to love every part of a lady…” she giggled, using her other foot to fiddle with your pants, her toes had managed to undo the button and free your growing erection just a little bit.
You looked up to see Octavia hastily unbuttoning her shirt, rushing to take all her formal clothes off. “Ah! I just can’t wait!” she panted, her fingers fumbling with her skirt.
You backed away, the adrenaline in your body urging you to strip down as well, tossing your clothes off to the side to find at a later point.
Once you both were naked, you got onto the couch for a third kiss. Octavia gradually leaned in more, forcing you back until you fell backwards on the couch.
You sat back up to see Octavia placing her feet on your lap again, trapping your erection with her soles. You watched as she started pumping your cock with her feet.
“Oh fuck…” you muttered under your breath, feeling your cock throb against her feet.
“You like that? Better not get too excited, or you’ll miss out on the real fun part...” Octavia teased, her soft soles squeezing your shaft.
You shuddered, starting to drool as you felt her heavenly soles work on your cock.
Octavia grinned, using her toes to tease you further. She started squeezing your shaft with her toes one one foot, the other foot using just the big toe to rub against your cockhead.
Just before you felt like you were ready to burst, Octavia stopped, slowly pulling her feet away from your twitching dick. She moved closer, putting her hands on your chest as she wiggled her butt, positioning herself over your cock. She slowly lowered herself down, letting out a gasp as you penetrated her pussy. She gradually took more of your shaft in, until a shaky moan confirmed she had taken your entire length.
You were about to start thrusting your hips, but Octavia was already a step ahead of you, grabbing onto your shoulders to serve as leverage as she moved her hips up and down on your cock.
You started to feel lightheaded. You looked up to first see Octavia’s breasts, bouncing in an almost hypnotic rhythm as she rode you, then you finally looked up to see her face.
Her cheeks were flushed red as her gaze met yours, moaning and gasping as hit her limit. “Aaah! I-I’m gonna-!”
You nodded with a heavy pant, as much as you wanted this moment to last, your desires were well beyond your control. You shot your seed inside her, and Octavia’s own climax hit her immediately after, her hands still on your shoulders shaking you as her arms trembled.
Octavia leaned forward, sliding off your cock in order to kiss you on the nose, then collapsed on top of you in exhaustion.
You were too worn out to try to push her off, so you let her rest on top of you for the time being.
When Octavia came to, she looked up at you, smiling sheepishly. “Ahh, I’m going to need to clean those stains out before Vinyl comes home from her tour and starts asking questions…” Octavia chuckled to herself, looking at the mess the two of you made.
“...Right…” Though the two of you didn’t leave the couch, there were still plenty of fluids to clean up.
“I suppose we should also tell Parish and Beauty about us...”
“...Right now?”
“Of course not, you dolt!” she shook her head, playfully pushing your chest. “Next time we meet for rehearsal! No point in keeping it a secret, right?”
“No, I guess not,” you nodded, though you weren’t sure how they were going to react to the news.
“Excellent. Now, I think that there’s still enough time for dinner. Care to take a lady out on a first date? We can do an encore once we get back home...”
