Silence worth a thousand words

8:30 PM

This was it. Vinyl was screwed, more than screwed. Back and forth, back and forth, she paced along the length of her dorm room like a dog who had somehow lost 101 little puppies. If anyone could see her now, they’d probably be quick to comment on her pretty snazzy red dress. But then there was the look on her face that would most certainly make them think she had killed somepony or something.

Stress, pure stress. Why?

Well in her haste to confess, a realization quickly set in. That even with those stupid pills, her anxiety skyrocketed the minute Octavia was in sight again. After running off on her like she did, she just couldn’t find it in herself to face her friend again.

Even though she knew she was making the right decision, she ran away again, shut herself in her room and proceeded to go completely ignorant. For the rest of that day, Vinyl distanced herself from her friends, blasting music into her ears to drown out anything they might say and opting to sit alone wherever and whenever, just to not have to see their faces. Course everyone could track her electric blue mane from a mile away so she’d have to move within about 5 minutes. The look on everyone’s faces each time she ran away today, Octavia’s especially, was...heartbreaking. But she continued to persist like she was in elementary again, thinking that music would simply snap the problem out of existence. Speaking of which, Octavia had caught up at some point, tried to talk to her, tried to reach her hand out to her but Vinyl wouldn’t take it, instead, she did what she did best, ran. As far and as fast she could.

Dammit, what was wrong with her, she wondered.

She knew she was screwing up everything up and she still continued to do so. Now here she is, more screwed than ever because Key Note without a doubt was able to tell her everything. Her pacing intensified. How is she supposed to show up to Octavia’s performance with that on her shoulders, who knows what’ll happen? She could mess her up just on sight alone, then everyone would laugh and she would be embarrassed. And what about after? Octavia, Key Note, and even the rest of her friends might distance themselves, try not to hang with the creepy mare that fondles herself to her friends in secret. She sighed, her legs growing tired from the repetitive back and forth to which she simply flopped on her bed in defeat. It’s no use, Octavia knew, their friendship is probably royally screwed up, and she was now the campus creep.

...Maybe she should just blow it off...

9:20 PM

Octavia snuck a glance around the side of the stage, trying her best to get a good look at the reserved front row of the auditorium. Reserved seats, all filled with friends and family of other performers tonight, all but one. A sigh before she let them fall to their original position. “Something wrong Ms. Octavia.”

A surprised yip escaped her as she spun around to Key Note’s concerned and curious muzzle. “O-oh Key Note, h-how nice to see you. I’m fine, just a bit nervous is all.”

“You, nervous? Wow, I thought I’d never see the day such a regal lady like yourself would be nervous.

A satisfying yet slightly annoyed sigh followed that statement. “You wouldn’t be the first dear. I’ve heard it all before and yes, it is all true. I was a natural with the cello at just the age of 8, played my first performance at the young and innocent age of 13, and was even offered a full-ride scholarship here as soon as I finished High School. Nervous should be far from my mind...”

“Then...why isn’t it?” she asked with a bit more concern than she intended.

“Key Note dear, what those stallions and mares fail to report is that my first performance would have been nothing but choked words and crying eyes if not for the support of my friends and my family. Before I even stepped onto the stage that first time, I was having a panic attack and my own my dad had to come to calm me down. He tried to console me, told me I would do great, this is what my hard work was going towards. I wouldn’t buy it at first, and then I remembered something, something Vinyl wrote down for me on a piece of paper the first time I ever performed in front of our friends. I was scared and thought they would think I was too snobbish to hang out with. But then...” she uttered removing a piece of paper from her person. “I would read this paper, these words and just feel...empowered.”

“Stop thinking about what could happen and start thinking about what you want to happen. Shut your doubts down and just let your music do the work because there’s not a feeling in the world like hearing the crowd cheer your name.”

Octavia put the paper away with a smile, only to be met with the tearful eyes of Key Note. “T-that...that was so beautiful, I could cry.”

“You are crying, dear.”

“O-oh sorry sorry!”

“You’re fine, wipe your tears, I’m fine now.”

“R-really?”

Octavia beamed at the hint of happiness she gave the girl. “Yes, no need to worry, I’m ok. Thank you for talking me out of my slump.”

“No worries, Ms. Octavia.”

“My apologies, I know I asked you this at our rehearsal earlier but, you haven’t seen Vinyl have you?”

“Not since classes this morning. What, you still haven’t been able to track her down after she ran off?”

“I did find her, if only once, tried to see what got into her but before I could even get my question out, she once again sprinted off to Celestia knows where.”

“We still have 9 minutes until the performance, you wanna try looking for her?”

“No no, then I would have rush back here and my nerves would through the roof. Best to stay put and hope she’ll fill the seat I reserved her. Are you sure there wasn’t anything that might cause reason for concern?”

Key Note’s face immediately went beat red. “U-uh...n-no, nothing at all. I came back to the dorm room to grab an assignment and she was just...sleeping...yea...sleeping. I tried to wake her up but she was long gone, no wonder she was so late.”

“Hmm...here’s hoping she didn’t fall asleep then. Come along, I wish to do one more spot of practice before the performance begins.”

“R-right.”

9:30 PM

“Settle down, settle down, let’s find our chairs students, the performance is about to begin.” The students chatting away soon came to silence as one of the many professors made his way onto the stage. “Now, I would like to personally thank you all for coming tonight. Just like all of you, the students performing tonight are aspiring artists like yourself who seek to expand their portfolio of experience. I find my faith restored in this school because whether you’ve heard their work or never even met them, you’re present here and I love it. So without further ado, please welcome to the stage our first musician of the night, Octavia Melody!”

The sound of claps filled the air as Octavia elegantly strolled onto the stage, waving with gratitude. Her smile sunk, if only a little, when she noticed the seat was still empty. “Oh well, the performance must go on,” she whispered to herself. She slid the small stool backward and neatly fixed her dress before sitting down and placing her hands on the keys. “Stop thinking about what could happen...and think about what you want to happen...I can do this...”

Calmness washes over the auditorium as they eagerly await Octavia’s first key. A playful smile crept upon her lips as without even needing to think about it, her hands made the move. The first notes were somber at first, almost depressing, and then melody, as is her name, kicked in. The tune quickly lightened, like a light shining through the darkest depths of doubt. Her eyes were closed, her body moved in tandem with her hands, like it was just her, this piano, and another. Each note felt like a stream of light flowing from the piano itself and dancing in the air to her work. Everyone else could feel it, the emotion through each note and each movement. She was in her element, like a bird in the air or a fish to the sea, she could play until her hands were numb and even then she’d want to play more. At this moment, right now, this was no longer just a piece she practiced, it was a cry of passion for the art of music to one soul and one soul only. And then...an end.

A silence fell over the students as Octavia turned and bowed, waiting for some kind of reaction.

Obviously, cheering and clapping commenced in full swing, shouts of her name accompanied this and once again, Vinyl’s words rung true. And who should happen to be giving a standing ovation along with the rest of the crowd, dressed in lovely red? Octavia’s heart lit up with joy, so much joy that she herself began to cry. Quickly realizing her plight, she made quickly proceeded off stage to dry her tears allowing the next student to begin preparing for his performance.

11:00 PM

The rest of the performances for the night went on without a hitch, each student likely inspired by Octavia’s own performance to let their passions sing true. And for the most part, they did. Vinyl had never been able to appreciate classical music the way she did now, and that’s saying a lot when you go to a school full of the stuff. After the event, upon an attempt to make her way backstage to congratulate her best friend, Vinyl found herself stuck to the spot like glue, almost like her body had a mind of its own and refused to walk past this point. Or maybe that was her own stupid way of telling herself that she was too scared to face Octavia again. Even after a performance like that, seeing that smile on her face once she realized Vinyl had actually attended, it still lingered in her mind that maybe Octavia wouldn’t want to see her.

And then the unexpected happened.

Before she could continue to doubt herself any longer, Octavia tore past her toward the front doors in a fit of frustration. Ponies were quick to give their praise and admiration but she simply ignored them without so much as a glance in their direction. Geez, not once in her life had she seen Octavia walk so angrily, especially after a performance so emotionally wonderful.

“Oh thank Celestia, you actually showed up.” Vinyl was quick to recognize Key Note’s voice, turning to meet her overly concerned gaze. “And here I thought you dropped off the face of the planet.”

Vinyl couldn’t stop the sorrowful look that crossed her face at the sight of her friend.

“What’s that look for?” Vinyl was quick to unenthusiastically mimic running away. “Shouldn’t you be apologizing to her instead, she’s the one you ran away from.”

Vinyl shook her head as if to say that’s not it. She then pulled her phone from her person and let a picture of Octavia fill the screen, showing it to her.

“Ooooooh, you mean...hehe, Vinyl you don’t have to apologize, I know you deleted the message.” Amidst her white skin, Vinyl’s face was so red at the thought that she must have seemed like a tomato in a field of snow. “Don’t be embarrassed girl, I saw you do the deed in the cafeteria after all. So instead of blurting your business out there, I did you a solid and decided to hold my tongue.”

Her blush halted, immediately replaced with a bit of confusion.

“Let’s just say I realized a bit too late that mayyyyybe you had a thing for her, and mayyyybe by putting you on the spot I was actually doing more harm than good. Yea....” As soon as that sentence left her mouth, Key Note was forced to take a step back as a pout consumed Vinyl’s expression. “H-hey, don’t look at me like that, I was just trying to help. If you really want your chance, there’s not a better time than now. Although, as you saw, she kinda left in a hurry for some reason, seemed real steamed as a matter of fact. And on top of that, we’re supposed to head straight back to the dorms after we finish up here so--”

Autopilot almost took over, Vinyl’s feet once again gaining a mind of their own and preparing to walk with purpose to comfort her friend, that is until Key Note’s hand quickly grasped her shoulder.

“Slow your roll V, you know the entire security staff knows your name and dorm room by heart. If they catch you, you’ll be up to your neck in lectures from Harshwhinny. Are you sure you can’t just wait till tomorrow?” A simple shake of the head from the blue-haired mare was all Key Note needed. “Well, If you think that’s best then I’m behind you I suppose. Don’t worry, I’ll cover for you, just don’t screw it up by getting caught alright?”

A simple nod this time before the hand left her shoulder and she began to make her way to her destination. Even if she was conflicted about her feelings on the matter, that didn’t mean she couldn’t be a good friend. Didn’t matter if she was sexually desperate or not, she was going to be there to comfort her when she was down.

How she made it in the end, she’ll never know. She was practically a flashing strobe light with that bright red dress on, and yet somehow, she was able to blend right into a group of students heading to the exact dorm building she needed. How lucky right? Thankfully, everyone had knowledge of Octavia’s closeness with her, else it would seem completely out of left field when Vinyl had to turn to Octavia’s roommates, an inseparable sister duo, twins no less. The two were practically in sync no matter what they were doing, singing, dancing, sleeping, and they even had the same weird sense of curiosity. So you can imagine the slight nervousness in Vinyl’s eyes when recognized the two and begged them to help her. A few strange glances back forth before a knowing smile spread across their faces and they eagerly aided her, forcefully pulled her along more like it, hiding her from security and letting her in their room.

***Clop***

Octavia’s ears twitched as the sound of the doorknob turning made itself obvious. Without even thinking, she yanked a pillow from her bed and rocketed it toward the intruder’s head. It connected without error, sending Vinyl to the ground in a fit of surprise. “I thought I made it painfully clear--” She began to yell out, but composed herself halfway through. “That you two--or...wait one? Wait a moment, who are--”

Octavia quickly removed the pillow to view her friend in full. “V-Vinyl? What are--Wait, those two let you in didn’t they?” Vinyl nodded. “I should have known, that mischievous duo is always up to something. Well, as glad as I am that you were able to attend my performance, I suggest you find your way back to your dorm room. Your tardiness is already horrid, wouldn’t want to give Harshwhinny another reason to give you more busywork would we?”

With a quick motion, Vinyl sprung to her feet, taking hold of Octavia’s hand and flashing her a look of determination.

“Don’t worry Vinyl, I’m not mad at you for running off like you did. Whatever you’re going through, I’m sure we can work it out in the morning. Doesn’t mean you’re off the hook for avoiding me all day though.” A nervous smile spread across Vinyl’s face, Octavia laughing in response. “Oh my, I quite missed teasing you, dear. Even if you only avoided me for half a day, It still felt like forever. Pardon the complexity of this question but I must ask you something...important.”

So much for that huge relief she wanted, now her anxiety was once again through the roof. What would she ask her? Did she somehow know even though Key Note didn’t get the chance to tell her? Buck, did she actually somehow mess up deleting the message? These doubts tugged at the strings of her psyche as Octavia made her way back to the window of her room, staring sorrowfully at the moon high in the sky.

“If you had a chance to do something you truly loved, like going to school to get an actual degree for your craft, and suddenly you find yourself being pulled along another path by the expectations of others, what would you do?”

The blue-haired mare’s eyes locked onto her friends, frozen in thought, stuck in place. What did that even mean? What was her friend going through that such a sad expression would cross her face after such a beautiful thing? Second by second, minute by long minute, Vinyl seemed intent on trying to figure out this question before any other. She wanted to run away again, maybe save this issue for the morning when she and Octavia had more sense of mind. Instead, her universe had other plans. Seeing the look of sadness on her face, the uncertainty in her body language, Vinyl’s body for the third time tonight executed autopilot mode. A step, a grab of her hips, and without so much as a hint of regret, although that would most likely come later, a kiss.

Vinyl’s mind went blank. Octavia’s, not so much. Unsure at first, most certainly bucking confused. But then...comfortable. She found herself without the strength to fight it, leaning into the kiss with considerable acceptance.

Vinyl herself couldn’t believe it. She was actually kissing Octavia, like on the lips. A dream and a half this was for her as Octavia’s motherly instinct simply took over as if she was teaching Vinyl the proper way to make out. Their tongues embraced each other like two serpents dancing around each other, Octavia’s constantly forcing Vinyl to fight for the right to her admiration. It was as if Octavia had been the one to initiate the kiss in the first place. Almost as if the two realized what they were building up to, a downside to her parental ways, she was first to break free, stumbling over her words to dissuade the sudden attack. “V-Vinyl I--oh dear, I d-didn’t mean to do that I just--you kissed me first and--I couldn’t help myself I...we can’t, this is highly inappropriate, what will everyo--”

Vinyl had stopped listening, her mind already in the danger zone as far as she was concerned, feelings lost in the blur between reality and her almost surreal dreams. Actually pretty funny really, just like a wolf, back her into a corner or in her case force her anxiety up the creek, and suddenly she becomes the bravest thing on the planet. And for once in her anxiety-filled days, she’s glad her mind decided to check out, complete and utter autopilot. She felt no hesitation in gently taking hold of Octavia’s hand and leading her to the bed, a sultry look filling her eyes as she ever so quickly began to lose herself to her horny alter ego.

Octavia was the complete opposite. Stuck on a neverending rollercoaster of emotions and trying her best to speak out against this situation, waving her hands in protest and turning her view away from Vinyl’s slightly curvier frame, anything that basically wasn’t pushing the mare to the ground and running away. But her point was all but useless as Vinyl’s fingers slipped under her dress, caressing her marehood ever so gently through her panties. An instinctual moan passed the mare’s lips.

A devilish smile crossed the blue maned mare’s muzzle, reveling in the wetness that now covered her fingers. Proof that despite her protest, Octavia was getting one heck of a kick out of this, just as much as she was.

Wanna know something hilarious? It took Vinyl minutes to get into her dress, minutes. That’s a long time to get into anything, and yet here she is, slipping both of theirs off like she didn’t just have trouble trying to figure out how to tie a knot behind her back. Vinyl couldn’t help but drool as she laid eyes upon the slender frame she always envisioned in her fantasies. She was...absolutely sexy...no, that word fails to do her justice. Minus the purple bra and panties she insisted on keeping on, everything about her was...beautiful? Stunning? A body worth worshipping? Well, the list could go on forever really. With Vinyl having complete control of her once confident friend, she returned the mare into her embrace, attacking her lower body by slowly caressing the fur along her thighs. Dear Celestia, her fur was so soft, so warm, and the smell, her signature scent of lavender would have easily broken a weaker Vinyl, but she wasn’t her right now, was she?

Each time vinyl came ever so close to Octavia’s marehood, a twitch left her body like she was lost in Vinyl’s touch. Oh no no no, an itty bitty twitch wasn’t going to cut it, not at all. She wanted more from the grey mare and she was going to get it.

So she partnered her lower work with an assault on Octavia’s upper region, planting kisses all over from her chest to her arms, anything to get a reaction. It worked, if only slightly. But then came the kicker, Vinyl trailing back up to Octavia’s neck before giving it a gentle nibble. The squeak of pleasure that escaped Octavia could have woken up the whole bucking building. But just because they might get caught doesn’t mean they should stop anytime soon.

she continued her assault, Octavia’s body forced to eventually fail her sending her back first onto the bed, Vinyl now positioned over her on all fours. Her focus shifted to Octavia’s petite breasts, small, cute, but obscured by a lovely yet annoying purple bra. Vinyl glanced back up to Octavia’s eyes with a lustful hunger, the mare shaking her head in response but they both knew that wasn’t going to help. Vinyl brought her face close to the twins with a devil of a smile, giving one of them a small kiss before reaching under in search of the clasp that held the bra in place.

Snap. Found it.

Octavia wanted to stop her but she couldn’t. Vinyl knew she couldn’t, at the mercy of the pleasure that froze her to the bone. The bra hit the floor a moment later, revealing the blushing mare’s beautiful breasts in all their glory. Another make out session ensued, Vinyl hand’s working in connection to begin caressing the area around Octavia’s breasts, teasing her to the very core. She then transitioned to actually touching them, how they fit in her hands, how small they were compared to her own, feeling the nipples gently tickling her palms. There was almost no end to how cute the once strong and regal girl was, now reduced to a boiling puddle of lust.

As Vinyl continued to play with one breast, her hand slipped down Octavia’s midriff and slid into her panties. Dear Celestia, she thought she was dripping before but now, she must have really needed this if she’s this wet. Hell, who was she kidding, Vinyl had crossed that line herself the second she landed that first kiss.

In one slow and sensual motion, she hooked an index finger around Octavia’s undergarment and slid them down as far as her arm could reach, quickly returning to explore her now exposed sensitive marehood. She gently traced her finger around the area first, barely coming into contact just to elicit an innocent squeak in response. A silent giggle escaped her as she graduated from her teasing, rubbing two fingers along her needy lips in a slow circular motion. What was truly throwing Octavia over the edge, as if she weren’t already past that point, was the repetitive quick transition to lightning-fast circles over her clit before returning to slowly teasing her lips. Slow, fast, slow, fast, slow, fast, Octavia’s body couldn’t stay still at any moment during this, legs and arms unable to find a place to rest, back arching as the sensations wracked her body from top to bottom.

And then it happened, she finally snapped.

As if Vinyl being controlled by such demons was bad enough, Octavia suddenly became as strong as an ox, grabbing Vinyl by her arms and flipping their positions in an instant. With Vinyl now on her back and Octavia obviously more lost in lust than she was apparently, I mean she had done all that with her eyes closed for Celestia’s sake, she lifted one of Vinyl’s legs and replaced the empty space with her desperate marehood. Now it was Vinyl’s turn to feel the heat, letting out a non-existent moan as their nethers met for the first time. Back and forth, pulling away then pressing back against each other, Octavia held nothing back as she rubbed her marehood against Vinyl’s own. Even the feeling of the grey mare’s nether on her on thigh sent an instinctive pulse of pleasure through Vinyl, forcing her to buck her hips back in response.

This feeling of lust, or love, whatever the buck it was, there wasn’t a thing in her life that could compare. It felt so good, great even, awesome more like it, better than anything she’d ever done in private, better than any fantasy she’d dreamed up. The feeling tore control away from her like she was a puppet strung with strings, made her hotter than any toy could ever do. This was real, this was happening, she was really making love with her best friend. And she wasn’t going to regret even a second of it.

They were close. Octavia wanted the release just as much as she did, no more pulling away, no more trying out positions, she was now grinding her marehood against Vinyl’s like it was the last thing she’d do before she died. Surprising really, to find herself now on the receiving end of her earlier assault. If she had blessed with a voice, it would have been pretty much gone my morning as all she could do now was mouth the moans and squeaks she would have been annoying the many neighbors with. Octavia on the other hand was about as loud as they could possibly get, like there was some kind of megaphone right next to her mouth or something. “V-Vinyl!...I’m....I’m gonna...”

Vinyl lept up, wanting nothing more than to have a part in the final actions they took toward ecstasy. She pulled her would-be lover into one last hug and kiss, the two now working in unison to push themselves to the limit. More shifting, more moaning, and then...the feeling. Their kiss deepened, and with a loving moan into Vinyl’s mouth, they both felt the rush of the finale. Fluids rushed out of them, slipping down their inner thighs and onto the sheets before they both fell over in exhaustion.

Yes. This was everything dreamed of, both of them lost to their instincts, unable to pull away from each other. That was the pure bliss she wished for. It was heaven...

And then with a sane mind now returned to her, She woke up.

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.