Silence worth a thousand words

This seems like the perfect time to start making that list. Number one, she may have failed to think this through, at least to the degree most ponies should. Being completely honest with herself, she wasn’t sure she wanted to be here, not like this anyway. And yet, a 3 in the morning, here the two of them are. Under the covers in Octavia’s college dorm room, Vinyl’s ruby red eyes staring at the sleeping face of her supposed lover in the warm light of a nearby lamp, hands still curled lovingly around one another from their final moments of embrace before falling asleep only hours before.

Her name was Octavia and to say she was just a friend would be an understatement...then again, saying she was more than a friend would be an overstatement as well. She was indeed her best friend, has been ever since they were 10 years old. But looking at her situation right now, more than friends would be the term to describe this particular position...no, not to her. Octavia was still her friend, her best friend, family even. Hell, Octavia protected her on multiple occasions when bullies teased her for being a mute, and Vinyl stepped in as prom date when Octavia’s snob of a crush at the time turned her down for prom.

Cause that’s what friends do.

Vinyl blushed as her mind drifted back to last night. The way her hands caressed Octavia’s slender body. The way Octavia kissed down her own. Bodies rubbing together in and through pure passion and emotion that lasted into the early hours of the morning.

This isn’t what friends do.

Vinyl didn’t waste time in getting herself together, throwing on her clothes and making sure Octavia was situated when she awoke. One of her T-shirts and some underwear just in case she needed a head start of course. With haste, she slowly slid down the hallway from Octavia’s dorm room, making extra sure campus security didn’t get any hint she was out and about. You definitely did not want to be caught outside at 3:00 in the morning. Especially since Octavia lived in a completely different girl’s dorm...all the way across campus...on the third floor of her dorm. Talk about throwing yourself right into the fire huh?

She got caught of course. That late into the night, that far away from her own dorm room, it was impossible to avoid. But thankfully it was one of the nicer and notably newer security guards, completely oblivious to Vinyl’s outstanding tardy record.

Vinyl made sure not to wake her roommates as she stumbled into her dorm room, quietly letting the door to her room close with a click and falling face-first into her pillow with a sigh. Thankfully this college was one of the ones where the 3 students to each dorm room had one separate room of their own, sort of like an apartment. That meant staying up after midnight was about as easy as it was to sneak out and go have uncertain passionate sex with her best friend. Vinyl rubbed her temples as she turned over and sat up, eyes turning to view the moon high in the sky peering through her window. How can she call herself Octavia’s best friend when she talked her into this...this...shit, she wasn’t even sure what to call it at this point. Maybe something old-timey like blasphemy, or maybe something simple and to the point, like just plain wrong.

She wasn’t even sure if Octavia liked her that way. She wasn't even sure if she liked Octavia that way.

Maybe she just needed some sleep, yea, that had to be it. She just needs to sleep on it. Vinyl stood up from her bed, closing her blinds, locking her door and turning on on a nearby personal space heater. She then proceeded to strip down to her bare form, climbing into bed and letting her body get comfortable. Why she liked to sleep in the nude, she did not know, she just did. Of course sleep was far from the agenda as a familiar wet sensation began to tickle her marehood.

7:00 AM Yesterday

When Vinyl was first accepted, she was under the impression that the music she was already making would be good enough to turn as assignments. And while she was partially correct, she failed to realize that her own music is a mix of her own self-taught style, with a genre that most schools do not recognize no less. That meant on top of developing her career as an artist, she would also have to compose a variety of different genres of music way out of her range at the same time for her musical major. No sleep due to her own career. No sleep due to college. Constantly on the edge of insanity trying to come up with music 7 days a week.

As much as she loved music, and the opportunity to get a degree for it, the amount of stress it caused her needed only one word to describe it, and it was just that.

Stress. Nothing but pure stress.

Vinyl inched her way into her room’s personal bathroom, eyes clamped shut with the strength of a thousand stallions. Tired, so tired, not enough sleep to even think straight. A calculated risk though, all to finish something she had been working towards for nearly her entire 4 years in high school, her very first album. Unfortunately, only about 2 songs were done when the entire thing was going to be 7-8 songs in total, plus it’s not like she had a deadline for it. So why was she pushing herself so hard so early in development?

A question she often asked herself. A question she couldn’t quite put her finger on until a hard night’s work had been put in and she was comfortably in her bed. Passion, that had to be it...or maybe she’s just a raging workaholic, her bet is quickly falling on the latter.

She sighed as her sleep-induced eyes cracked open to peer at her phone. 7 in the morning, only 3 hours of sleep, and only half an hour to make an excuse to give the teacher. She could make sure to bring every single textbook she has on music and show it to the teacher. Maybe she’ll interpret that as, “I studied all night,” or something.

A shower, without a doubt, was first on the agenda. Actually, a bath was more preferable, at least then she could sit back and give her tired muscles some comfort, but alas, the bathroom were those lovely standing only type deals. I mean you could sit down but then you’d just be getting pelted in the face by water, not worth it. A yawn quickly followed that sigh and her eyes finally opened in full to quickly start this disaster of a morning. Since it was already 7, that meant her roommates were already out and about. Good, the place is all hers for the next 30 minutes. However, that also meant she’d have to save her lovely daily 1-hour shower for the evening. Vinyl could huff and puff for as long as she wanted but good old teach made it clear if she was late just 1 more time she was for sure gonna get piled with work so high she wouldn’t have to worry about being tardy ever again. Guess that’s what she gets for staying up a week in a row throwing off her entire sleep schedule.

Of course, two things were always there to help her through these rough times. Without a voice to voice her opinions, music was always a great escape. Headphones, a nice starry night or a maybe a calm rainy day and bingo, immediate stress relief is born.

Option number two would only be obvious if you had secretly followed Vinyl around with a camera for the majority of her life. The way her eyes lit up in her presence, the way she listened to every word that escaped her mouth like they were air and without them, she couldn’t breathe. Octavia.

Octavia was...something special, unlike any other role model she’d ever had. Amidst this always this neverending field of students losing their minds over deadlines and assignments, she had one important quality above all, she kept her cool.

And in return, whether she truly felt as ease or was simply copying, Vinyl kept her cool.

Her tired mind guided her body to the shower, her hands turning the handles and adjusting for the right temperature. A light layer of steam began to fill the bathroom as she stepped in, water finding its way down and around her figure. She couldn’t help herself. The heat, the sound of water crashing to the floor, it was like a white noise that quickly consumed her attention. Her eyes closed and she promptly found herself beginning to drift off into a land of repressed thoughts and past regrets. For a moment, she seemed contempt with letting her imagination run wild under the soothing stream of hot water but then she felt a noticeable twitch in her lower region. She assumed it to be random, as is any sudden stimulation without cause or reason. What she failed to realize, however...

There was a reason.

Vinyl’s mind unknowingly began to tread ground in a place she desperately tried to suppress, and with yet another twitch to her nethers, she knew full well there was no stopping her mind now. It doesn’t mean she didn’t try. She tried to shift her mind to something else, anything else, maybe ideas for the cover art of her album, a new beat for a song, something that wasn’t her. Another twitch. Vinyl’s hands began to move with a will of their own tracing the outline of her body slowly, ever so slowly. It was no use, the thought of her idol lingered like a stream of divine syrup, sweet and sticky, delicious to look at and downright insulting not to indulge.

Octavia...more than any musical idol, more than even her own creations, Octavia was like a goddess in her own right, that which she simply couldn’t fathom. A slim and healthy figure, molded by countless lessons in healthy eating and weekly runs. Small and petite yet equally alluring small breasts that, at least in vinyl’s eyes, always seemed to beat out the whole “Big breasts vs small breasts” debate. The scent of lavender that always accompanied her wherever she went, washing over her mind and making Vinyl just want to grab her and pull her into the longest hug she’d ever given. Vinyl’s hands continued to embrace her figure, almost as if somepony else was doing the deed. Her fingers dug into the soft fur of her hips before one hand drifted upward and lovingly caressed her breast. The other drifted downward and began to simply gloss over her wet and sensitive marehood.

Vinyl’s mind was beginning to lose itself, like a puppet on strings to her, the puppeteer.

It was one thing she didn’t, wouldn’t, couldn’t admit. Over this past year she’d been enrolled with her childhood friend, Octavia was always on the ball, always had the best grades, the best advice, and almost always reminded Vinyl through text or 16. Consecutive. Calls. To “wake up and get your butt to class.” Despite a good portion of ponies voicing their opinions about her, feeling as though she’s stuck up or sees herself above everyone, Vinyl loved that about her, simply couldn’t get enough of the remarkable control she had over her life, the independence and power she exuded, the motherly attitude she pushed on others to make sure no one gets left behind, no matter the actual severity of the issue. She was perfect in every way. A silent moan left her as her finger began to rub the lips of her entrance, the other hand working her breast before moving inward and flicking her sensitive nipple, entering herself soon after with two fingers, letting them slowly slide in and out before finding a suitable rhythm in relation with the pinching of her nipple. All in response to each and every detail of her best friend, her voice, her eyes, her body, her smell, her personality. Before she knew it, she was lost in the feeling, drunk on it, ecstasy building inside her as she slowly increased the intensity of her actions and embarrassingly quicker than she’d ever done before, felt the feeling of an orgasm beginning to build inside her.

Vinyl had unhappily traded her ecstasy for new feelings, confusion, a little bit of regret, and just a pinch of reality. She lay silently on her bed, nude and still slightly wet, eyes fixated intently the ceiling as if that was going to give her the answers she needed. She brought her hands into her view, thinking back to when she was caressing her body, imagining that they were another’s hands. She couldn’t believe it. In all her years as Octavia’s friend, in all her years of pleasuring herself when the urge came along, she’d never thought of Octavia so intently. It was always that cute stallion in one of her favorite bands or maybe something from one of the games she played, but Octavia center stage, this was new. She’d always had this admiration for her best friend and yet, when faced with the thought now, she can’t seem to keep herself together, or her hands away from her longing lower region. They were best friends, not lovers, not friends with benefits, best friends since childhood, so you can imagine this is quite an unusual circumstance. Most normal ponies would be quick to call this feeling love right?

Vinyl agrees.

She does indeed love Octavia, as a friend, as family, but as something more? It transcended all rational thought to consider it. And yet, once again vinyl’s hand began to proceed downward toward her desperate marehood to start the routine all over again. Vinyl enjoyed what they had as friends and she wanted to preserve that idea, but her actions right now say otherwise, lost in the ecstasy of a daydream, mouthing Octavia’s name as if the sexual fantasy was real. She was far past head over heels, to the point of simply throwing Octavia down and making love to her on sight, in public or not, it didn’t matter. As soon as vinyl felt the wave of seizure-inducing pleasure wash over her, and her body fell limp to the soft cushion of her bed, her mind was set. Concentration was going to be at an all-time low today.

No sleep, 2 orgasms in and still longing for a third, and Octavia was only gonna make that worse because they always sit together in class. Vinyl quickly sprang from her pleasured state and began throwing on clothes in haste before she realized, she was already late. No need to rush now she figured, since either way, the next two weeks would be nothing but busy work to fix her grade.

Stress. Pure stress.