“Hey Mart, you got the popcorn?”

“Popcorn? Really? Vinyl, weren’t you trying to lose some weight?”

“Aw, c’mon Octy - popcorn is mostly air anyway… plus stallions love when mares have a little extra junk in the trunk. Just look at how often your butt turns heads.” The white-furred unicorn prodded her friend’s sumptuous rump.

“Vinyl!”

Martin chuckled, shaking his head as he looked over at the two little ponies arguing in the living room. With a deft flick of his fingers, he tore open the bag of microwavable popcorn and emptied its contents into a handy bowl. He cleared his throat to grab the attention of the two girls.

“Popcorn’s right here, guys…” He smiled and winked at the brown-furred earth-pony. “Vinyl is right you know, stallions-”

“Martin!” Octavia’s blushing and embarrassed face turned to him.

“...love to eat popcorn when watching movies. What did you think I was just about to say?”

Octavia harrumphed, crossing her forelegs and pouting her cheeks in that adorable way that Martin loved so much.

“Seriously, girls... I’m glad that you agreed to this - I think that a weekly movie night is gonna be super fun…”

“Yes! I’m sure it will be Martin. Thank you ever so much for your invitation.”

“Uh-huh.” Vinyl yawned. “We’ll see… lots of movies can be real snooze fests, y’ know Mart?”

Martin gulped slightly. “Well, if you don’t like movies, we could do something else. It’s just nice to spend time with you two is all.”

“Oh-ho?” Vinyl grinned and wiggled her eyebrows. “If you want to ‘spend time with us’ all ya gotta do is ask, dude… and we won’t need to waste time with all this foreplay.”

Martin felt a heavy blush rising in his cheeks, his mind racing as he desperately tried to avoid making eye contact with the DJ unicorn making bedroom eyes at him.

“Vinyl!” Octavia snapped, a blush on her cheeks. “Stop it with your… l-lewd hooliganism! You’re embarrassing poor Martin with your teasing!”

“Bwahaha… the look on both of your faces… it’s too easy!”

Martin coughed to clear his throat, trying to regain his composure.

“Well, what are you waiting for, dude? I’m totally pumped to watch some crazy, far-out alien movie!” She winked at him. “...and if it doesn’t suck, maybe we’ll make this a regular weekly deal!”

“Vinyl, he’s hardly an alien… he’s been our neighbor and friend for almost a year now.”

“Doesn’t mean he isn’t an alien… I betcha he’s hiding all sorts of tentacles.” Vinyl grinned, patting a spot on the couch between herself and Octavia. Martin quickly stepped over and slumped backward comfortably on the sofa. “...or at least one tentacle, am I right?”

Viny’s big red eyes sparkled with mischief as they quickly darted downward to look at Martin’s groin, then zipped back up to his face to observe the reaction of her somewhat ribald comment. But Martin was starting to get over her ambush antics. He rolled his eyes at her instead of continuing to react.

She burst out laughing anyway - she loved to make awkward and suggestive remarks, he’d quickly learned. It had grown on him - once he’d gotten over the weirdness of it being a pony-girl making sexually suggestive comments to him.

After a year of hanging out with the two delightful musicians, he barely saw them as ‘weird little horses’ anymore: a phrase he’d used during his first week in Ponyville that Vinyl still loved to tease him about.

No, the reason that Vinyl’s antics sometimes managed to get even something of a rise out of him was that he didn’t see her as a pony anymore. Or rather, he didn’t care. The same feeling applied to Octavia.

Martin had slowly realized that his two mare friends were stunningly attractive, and the objects of his more recent personal fantasies were starting to have more… hooves… then he would have been comfortable with them having in the past.

Heck, only last week he’d caught a quick glimpse of something under Vinyl’s tail when she was working on the supports under her DJ table, and it had fueled his ‘alone-time’ for al-

“So, what movie have you chosen, Martin?”

“Yeah, Mart… is it that Tron movie you were telling me about?” Vinyl’s ears seemed to have perked up, her hooves dancing with excitement. “It sounded pretty cool when you were describing it - neon lights, computer sci-fi sound effects, and you even said it had a thumping dubstep soundtrack!”

Martin chuckled slightly; Vinyl had become addicted to all manner of electronic dance music and dubstep from the human world that she could get her hooves on. He had to admit, some of the remixes she’d designed were pretty impressive.

“Oh, I hope not. I was hoping not to have my eardrums assaulted this evening.” Octavia’s chipper British accent remarked, her shoulders slumping on either side of the bow around her neck.

Octavia seemed to be the exact opposite of her roommate. Or was she her lover? Martin had never really gotten the exact details. They certainly fought like a married couple, and he’d learned that mare-mare relationships were reasonably common in this world, where females seemed to outnumber males three to one.

He picked up the remote control, flicking on the television and quickly navigating through the DVD menu and promptly hitting the play button.

“Naw, I picked this movie out specifically for you, Octavia… I think you’ll like it.”

“Aww, ain’t that cute, Octy? Mart picked it out special for you.” Vinyl grinned and winked at her friend.

“Hush, Vinyl.” It seemed Octavia had even more experience than Martin did in ignoring Vinyl’s teasing ways. “...Ama...deus?”

The title card appeared on the screen with a big, bold thrum of symphonic music, showing the ominous cloaked and masked figure stretching out his hands above the title of the movie.

“You’ll love it; it’s a movie about the greatest composer of classical music from my world, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.”

“Classical music? Gag.” Vinyl groaned, slumping back into the couch and grumping.

“R-really?” Octavia’s eyes seemed to brighten. “He allowed them to make a movie about him?”

“Uh… no, not really… he lived almost 300 years ago, so it’s kind of historical fiction.” Martin shrugged. “But I figured it would give you a chance to hear some really excellent music.”

“Really boring music, you mean…” Vinyl groaned. “That classical stuff just has no oomph, no pop!”

Martin looked over at the grumpy little unicorn and quickly turned to her. “No, no, no, you’ll like it too! It’s got mystery and thrills, there’s a murder plot, and Mozart is a complete party animal and goofball, you’ll like it! I swear!”

“Uh-huh. Sure.” Vinyl didn’t seem to believe him. She glared at him while chewing her cheek.

“Hush, it’s starting!” Octavia chided, her eyes glued to the screen as the movie kicked off.

Martin settled in himself, munching on the delectable, fluffy popcorn as the movie got underway. It was an old favorite of his - the acting in the film was superb, the plot was interesting and funny… and when it came to the soundtrack, it was almost impossible to beat. There were a lot of fascinating themes and symbols, too - the protagonist, Salieri, struggling against the injustice of God in bestowing natural talent on someone as undeserving as Mozart. His jealousy and the need to destroy his source of torment… his curse and obsession with being talented enough to recognize Mozart’s genius, but not talented enough to become that genius himself.

There was a lot to dig into.

But, quickly, Martin found himself enjoying watching the reaction of his pony-friends.

Not Vinyl - aside from a few of Mozart’s early lecherous jokes, and a couple of comments about the ridiculousness of the mid-1700s Viennese court dress, with all its gaudy trappings and wigs - she’d fallen silent… aside from the pointed and petulant sighs, she made sure everyone heard whenever a piece of classical music began to play.

No… the genuinely fascinating subject to observe was Octavia.

The small gray mare’s eyes were glued to the screen. She seemed to be leaning so far forward in her seat that she was about to tumble off the sofa! And her ears were pointed forward with rapt attention, twitching, and shivering whenever a new piece of Mozart’s music would begin.

One particular scene about Mozart’s Serenade for Thirteen Wind Instruments - where the aged Salieri explains Mozart’s musical brilliance to the priest receiving his confession - had Octavia drooling… her mouth hanging open as she panted.

“Yes… yes… the oboe, the oboe!” Her cheeks were flushed, and her tail thumped back and forth on the sofa, eyes sparkling with tantalized excitement.

“Yeah… I guess the music is pretty ni-”

“Martin!” Octavia whirled and took one of his hands into her hooves, staring intensely into the human’s eyes. He immediately noticed that her purple irises had turned into heart-shapes - and he could even see that her breath was coming in gasping steamy puffs. “This is… this music is simply… divine!”

“Uh-huh. Sure.” A bored voice came from over Martin’s right shoulder. “I’m gonna take a little nap - wake me up when the movie starts getting interesting, or the music starts to get a little less ‘divine.’”

Octavia released Martin’s hand, turning back her rapt attention to the TV screen and the movie, which allowed the human to look over and see vinyl slump to her side, leaning most of her body weight against his hip as she curled into a comfy sprawl against him.

She was… warm.

It reminded Martin of his pet golden retriever growing up - she’d always enjoyed snuggling up to him on the couch too, happy to nap with her human in exchange for some light scritches. Martin blinked and shook his head. He had to remember that this was no dog next to him - despite the fuzzy, warm, breathing masses similar to his canine memory. It would be rude to assume he could… pet her.

Wouldn’t it?

For the first time, Martin found himself suddenly aware of his awkward discomfort at being sandwiched between two fuzzy females - ponies sure didn’t mind physical contact as much as humans did. He coughed and tried to focus on the movie… or rather, Octavia’s reactions to the film.

She seemed to sag slightly every time the story would move away from a focus on Mozart’s pure and inspired music, a genuine sadness creeping into her posture whenever the centerpiece of the action was Salieri’s burning jealousy or the ridiculousness of Mozart’s extravagant lifestyle.

Though Martin did think that he had seen a few smiles creeping along the mare’s open-mouthed lips with each raucous and ridiculous laugh of the composer as he showed himself to be a drunken fool.

“Oh, you fool, you’re butchering his lovely march.” Octavia’s venomous whisper to herself accompanied the scene in which Salieri composed a little march for Mozart’s arrival in Vienna, which the Hapsburg monarch insisted on playing himself.

“He’s just trying his best to give the piece extra honor by playing it himself.” Martin chuckled. “I always liked this guy; he seemed genuine.”

“The music should stand on its own, Martin.” Octavia snipped coldly, looking over her shoulder at him with a small glare. “Whoever plays it is of no consequence… unless they can barely manage the thing!”

Martin grinned, knowing what would come next as the scene continued to play out. “Well… don’t worry about that - someone quite talented will play the piece soon enough.” Indeed, after a few halting minutes where the various court officials debated what language Mozart’s commissioned opera should use, Mozart made the bold claim that he had already memorized the march from merely hearing it.

“Oh no, he couldn’t possibly have… how would he know the timings and the keys from just a single hearing.” Octavia swallowed nervously as the young man sat at the harpsichord and began to play Salieri’s piece flawlessly. “I-incredible!”

Martin grinned, even if it was just a fictional historical recreation, Mozart’s ability to perfectly recreate that which he had just heard was a real historical truth. And for this little pony, it was as if she was witnessing it live through this television. But what came next would stun her even more - as Mozart began to improvise and enhance Salieri’s original melody, adding subtleties and flourishes that enlivened the entire piece.

*Thump Thump Thump*

Martin felt Octavia’s tail thrashing against his left side.

“I-impossible… that… that is so amazing! To draw out the beauty of such a simple melody, so effortlessly! On a single pass!” She whirled and fixed Martin with her heart-struck gaze. “How!?”

Martin opened his mouth to answer, but Octavia had already whirled back. The human grinned to himself, making ready to answer her query anyway when he suddenly realized something…

His right hand was fuzzy and warm.

He glanced down with shock, suddenly realizing that he had been unconsciously petting Vinyl’s neck for who knows how long. At some point, as he’d relaxed into watching the movie, his fingers must have naturally made their way into Vinyl’s fur, where they’d found a familiar rhythm, stroking and scratching at the warm fuzz.

Like an electric shock had shot up his spine, Martin sat straight upright, jerking his right hand away from the unicorn’s body and firmly clasping it to his knee.

“S-sorry I-I…” The words awkwardly tumbled out of his mouth, his mind desperately trying to find an excuse that wouldn’t make reference to confusing her, a fully sapient and intelligent young mare, with his childhood golden retriever in the liberties that he had just taken.

Vinyl’s head rolled over from its spot next to his leg, as she lifted her chin and placed her head onto his lap, blinking lazily and looking up at him with a tired and happy smile.

“Why’d you stop, dude? That felt awesome…” She snuggled up closer against him.

Martin swallowed again, now acutely aware of the warm weight on his lap… very close to his groin. “Oh… ah… y-yeah… sure…” He mumbled, letting his hand carefully slip back to its original position on the nape of her neck.

“Go a little higher, Mart… Yeah, right there… behind my ear… mmm… buck, I wish I knew you had these things earlier!” Vinyl moaned with a throatiness that made Martin feel even more uncomfortable about where her head was currently resting.

He didn’t stop, though.

His fingers played in the tough, shorter fur behind the unicorn’s left ear - happily tasting the sensations of warm flesh hidden underneath a sheen of fluffy hair. He almost jerked his hand back when her ear suddenly started to flip and flap in enjoyment, but quickly realized that the reactions were not negative - not if Vinyl’s exhortations were any indicator.

“Mmmnngh!” Vinyl’s left rear hoof kicked out in cute little tremors. “Oh, dude!”

“Would you hush, please?” Octavia’s voice hissed.

Martin quickly snapped his head to his left, but the little gray cellist was still enchanted by the action on the screen and the accompanying soundtrack. Mozart’s Marriage of Figaro is in full dynamic flight on the screen - with the delightful music of the bridegroom measuring the space for his new bed.

Martin watched as Octavia leaned further and further forward - until eventually, she could move no closer to the screen without falling off the couch… so she did just that, stepping forward with her two front legs resting on the coffee table… lifting her butt off the couch.

Martin suppressed a small chuckle - the musical mare’s antics were so adorable, but he didn’t want to giggle and risk breaking the spell. She was so engrossed with the music of the movie, so thoroughly delighted, it shone through in every fiber of her being. Especially her tail.

The plume of black hair wagged left and right with enthusiasm - something that Martin had never seen in all of his time to date in Equestria, not even when he’d been assaulted by happy young fillies eager to get him his very own cutie mark!

She was like a happy puppy.

Martin’s nose twitched. There was some new scent filling the room — a mix of lemon and tea, pleasant and fruity. His eyes quickly darted to his fragrant candle, which rested on a bookshelf on the other side of his room - he wondered at first if he had lit it earlier and forgotten to extinguish it. When that proved not to be the case, he glanced over his shoulder at his kitchen, worried that he might have left something in the oven and somehow inadvertently turned it on.

Nope.

Something else was making that smell. He started to raise his right arm clandestinely, preparing to do an armpit sniff check.

Stopping the scritches was a bad idea. A magical field wrapped his right hand immediately, pulling it back down to Vinyl’s head.

“Don’t stop, Mart,” Vinyl grunted.

Martin sighed belatedly, resigned to his role as pony-scritcher. He worked his fingers more softly along the back of Viny’s skull, carefully rubbing her scalp underneath her luxurious blue mane. For as much as the DJ pretended to give no care to aesthetics, it was clear that she still took care of her fur; the smooth, silky hair reminded Martin of silken fabric. She had to use conditioner.

“Mmm… t-touch my horn.” Vinyl’s whisper barely reached his ears.

He slid his fingers forward, not thinking twice about continuing to rub the pony’s head. He’d wondered in the past how those horns worked, how they felt. Were they like bones or tusks? How come some were bigger than others? They looked like they had a light fur coat, though. He’d never worked up the courage to ask - unsure if it might be some sort of faux pas or taboo.

But if Vinyl was giving him permission… it must just be like the rest of her head, right?

His fingers reached the base of the horn, and immediately he felt thrumming energy around the organ. The hairs on the back of his hand stood up as if the whole environment were charged with static electricity. And her horn was hot.

There was a thrumming pulse to the heat and energy, in time with Viny’s heartbeat. The horn was covered in a thin layer of skin and fur, the grooved contours of the spiral-shaped bone underneath easily sensed from a tactile perspective. Out of curiosity, he began to trace his fingers in an ‘OK sign’ up her protrusion… but quickly had to stop as he approached the tip. The heat nearer to the blunt end was almost scalding - and the pins and needles from the energetic field were also somewhat discouraging.

He worked back down to the base, massaging the throbbing stem, trying to time his grasping clenches with the pulsating rhythm of blood flowing into her horn.

“Oh… f-fuck…” Vinyl’s groan sounded very different - desperate, throaty… sexy.

‘Just what the fuck am I doing?’ Martin’s mind’s warning signs blared.

He started to pull his hand away.

“P-p-please….” Vinyl whined, her eyes looking up at him with pure desperation, pupils different sizes and slightly askew. “D-don’t stop.”

‘Well, I guess I’m giving a unicorn a hornjob.’

With sensuous strokes, Martin pumped the little mare’s horn, doing his best to twist and grasp as he did so. The rising crescendo of symphonic music in the background seemed an apt soundtrack to the occasion.

“Y-yes… yes!.... YES!” Vinyl gasping approval of the human’s ministrations filled the room.

“Yes! Yes!” Octavia agreed, her eyes still on the screen, as the climax of the opera reached its zenith.

“F-f-fuuuuuuuu…..nnghhh!” Vinyl’s curse blended seamlessly into a groan.

In his grasp he felt the throbbing horn tense and release several times in rapid succession, and buck up and down as the unicorn thrashed about - he did what he could and gripped the scorching shaft as hard as he could, watching with wonder as a small shower of blue sparks crackled and fizzed off the tip of Viny’s horn, leaving short smoke trails and the smell of gunpowder.

A smell which was quickly replaced by a sharp cinnamon tang as the white butt pressed against his side twitched and writhed in time with the horn’s fading crackles. The fog of scent became heavier and heavier, rising like a humid mist… and just as his brain began to wonder where all that musk was coming from - he felt his right pants become damp… and then wet… and then soaked.

He stood slightly, looking down to see a soaked couch and a panting Vinyl looking up at him with a wolfish grin and fiery, flickering red eyes. He opened his mouth to say something but was quickly grabbed by the recovering unicorn’s magical field and forced to sit back down.

Viny’s forelegs planted themselves on his right leg, and she lifted her head right onto his groin, nuzzling his junk through his pants in a way that left no doubt as to her intention. He was already bubbling with excitement from the spectacle he’d just seen… the pounding of blood had definitely supplied his ‘lower body’ with a portion of its required fullness.

Red eyes danced with mirth as her nose pressed into the chub. Vinyl’s wolfish grin turned into a predatory smile.

There was no way she didn’t notice his bulge. “Oh ho, what’s this? Let me repay the favor, dude.”

Author's Note

Are you liking the story? Gimme a like! It means a lot! Even better, give me a comment: it's why I write and it means a lot to hear from you, my lovely readers!

And we're off!

This is the first of the movie-night group stories to get posted. The idea behind these is to get more people writing... that means you!

Yes you!

This story has a bunch of additional bobbles and bibbles then what I'm suggesting a rookie writer to try to accomplish with their movie night story... focus on the movie, the pony, and their reaction.

Obviously, I start to spill into some more... lurid activities.

I hope you're enjoying where this is going, Vinyl and Octavia have always been favorites and I'm glad to finally be writing them.