Taming Strange. Or: How I learned to stop worrying and make love in public

Vinyl had thoroughly enjoyed the show. She wouldn't let go of Octavia's face the entire taxi ride home. She was overpowered by a desire that had nothing to do with sex. She couldn't seem to hold her mare tight enough, kiss her hard enough, need her badly enough. She felt like a filly with her first crush. She was totally, and utterly star struck, she felt like she was making out with a celebrity. The two mares ate each other's faces the entire taxi ride home, the driver tried his best not to stare.

The carriage arrived at the large apartment building Vinyl had moaned out between kisses. "Uuuhm Vinyl?" The cellist had to push the amorous unicorn off, her eyes were glazed over and she wasn't listening. Vinyl let out a small whine, and tried to reconnect the kiss. The cellist finally had to step fully away from the onslaught of affection and shout. "VINYL! Pay the pony please."

The DJ looked dumbly between the cellist and the driver. Finally she came back to herself, "Oh yeah, hol on." She tilted her head in token that Octavia should follow and she led her to room 420.

"The same as my dorm." Octavia thought to herself. The door was magically unlocked and Vinyl snatched a few bits from a drawer. Octavia wanted to look about but she was interrupted by Vinyl pushing her against the wall and kissing her deeply. Octavia wanted to just sink into her mare, but the idea of the taxi driver sitting there waiting to be paid killed the mood. "VINYL!" She shouted in between kisses. She grabbed her mare's face. "Go pay the driver." Vinyl pouted, and stuck out her lower lip, pleading not to have to stop. Octavia kissed Vinyl's horn. "Go and hurry back okay?" Octavia crooned, lifting the mares muzzle with her hoof.

The unicorn's horn let out a small spark and she groaned loudly. "RAAAA! TWELVE SECONDS! " She stole another kiss and bolted down the hall. Octavia took a moment to steady herself. She couldn't help but chuckle, she had to admit she really enjoyed having an adoring fan. Vinyl charged back up the stairs and slammed the door behind her leaning against it heavily. "Gah fucking finally."

Octavia looked around the oddly sizeable apartment. It had a full sound studio, full bar, large couch. It looked like a small club in its own right. "It's a rather lovely apartment." Octavia said, hoping to get the complement out before her mind went blank again. "It's very clean."

"Heh heh yeah how bout that." The DJ said surreptitiously sliding the table in front of the seven bags of trash she'd not yet taken out. "Yeah, contract's bringing down big bits so I can have a nice place to bring my classy music star to." She reconnected the kiss as they settled onto the couch.

The two kissed gently just enjoying each other's attention until Vinyl started kissing Octavia on the neck. The cellist let out a small moan and the DJ finally remembered. "Oh yeah! Sex is a thing." A mischievous grin split the DJ's face. She got on top of her mare and stared deeply into her lover's eyes. Octavia wasn't ready for a dose this large and she went limp.

The unicorn's horn flared and a deep pounding beat rattled through the apartment. "Oh no. Not now. NOT HERE!" Octavia's mind screamed as her body relaxed into her mare's attention. Vinyl kissed her neck and down her stomach in time with the rhythm. The cellist wanted to relax and enjoy her lover's ministrations but the screeching from the large speakers was simply insufferable.

Vinyl looked up into Octavia's face and winked with her tongue stuck out mischievously. She started leaning down towards the cellist's marehood. Then the bass dropped. Vinyl tasted nothing but couch. Her eyes snapped open and she saw the pony she loved standing across the room her hoof on her laptop. The silence in the apartment was deafening.

"I'm sorry, it's distracting." The cellist said flatly.

The unicorn couldn't believe what had just happened. The pony that had just made her weep for joy, and gotten her all hot and bothered for a week straight, had just assassinated the mood. What's worse she was talking shit about the DJ's music. "Scuse the fuck out of you? That track is sex in a sound file!" The DJ snapped.

"Well I'm sorry but it's just not my cup of tea." The cellist said, presenting her nose to the ceiling.

"Well sorry everything can't be a simp pony babe. Sorry some of us like to have to have FUN with their music."

"Well at least a SYMPHONY." Octavia put extra emphasis on the pronunciation. "Has more technical excellence than a train going over a cliff!"

Vinyl glared and ground her teeth. This conversation really drove home to the DJ just how much she loved this mare. Anypony else talks shit about her music, they'll never walk again, but this mare had just touched her in a way she'd never been touched. She'd even made her use the L word. No, this would require something else.

This bitch had to see why she was wrong. PON-3 would have to use that one thing. Words, no that other thing. Celestia forbid, she'd have to use math. Vinyl's horn flared and Octavia was lifted bodily onto the couch. "You callin my shit basic? Lemme fuckin show you somethin." She trotted across the room and sat down in her computer chair.

A flurry of activity was visible on the screen. Vinyl worked like a mad mare, and Octavia started to calm down. How had this happened? All she'd wanted to do was change the music to something less terribly unpleasant. Now she'd just insulted the life's work of the mare that had just let nothing in Equestria stop her from performing. She was trying to find an angle from which to approach an apology when she heard Vinyl's low growl. "Now cummere."

Octavia was once again lifted bodily off the couch and planted in the computer chair. "See this? This is one upper warble." She moved the cursor with her magic over to a green line on the screen. "And this TEEENSY TINY LITTLE LINE, is your sound. " She clicked on a red line and one cello note rang out.

"All this shit is what it takes to make one second of my music." She pulled down a menu with a thousand little codes implying edits to the sound in question. "And this is one second of your music." The line was barely visible. Octavia's face went blank. She wasn't sold on her lover's music, but she was honestly staggered at the amount of work that went into each and every piece of music that sounded like a train going over a cliff.

"This is what it takes to make one of my songs." The list was staggering. "This is your whole performance." She clicked on the green line and the fourth movement of the piece Octavia had just played resounded through the room. Vinyl went on explaining but Octavia was dumbfounded at the accuracy of the reproduction. Did she make this, or did she have it preloaded?

"Vinyl how did you do that?" The cellist asked, intensely listening to the music for any error.

Vinyl grinned thinking she'd won. "See babe. I told you. 'N that's just the start don't get me started.-" Octavia wasn't listening to the preening mare. She was still searching for any deviation. Then it hit her. The improvisation started. It was a perfect recreation of the one she'd just performed. A piece of music that had never existed and would never exist again. Vinyl hadn't downloaded this music then edited it. No she'd recreated a piece made up on the spot perfectly from memory.

Vinyl stopped her self praise when she noticed two lines running down opposite sides of Octavia's muzzle. Maybe she'd taken it too far. Classical music was her life after all. She started to apologize. "Babe it's o-" She was interrupted by her mare tackling her to the floor. Now it was Octavia's turn to be star struck.

Octavia violently drove her muzzle into the other mare's. Vinyl eventually had to pry the amorous cellist off of her with her magic. "Damn girl. I know I'm good but save some for later." She started the music up again, but Octavia stopped it once more, tears still streaming.

"Vinyl don't you see what you've just done?" She asked, wiping her muzzle.

The DJ raised an eyebrow. "Uuum made you horny?"

"What? No! Well I mean yes but." Octavia rolled her eyes and awkwardly pressed on her song again. "This! This piece of music. How did you do that?"

Vinyl shrugged. "The program has pre loaded sounds and you.-"

The cellist grabbed her mare's face. "No this! How did you do this? That was an improvisation. I made that up on the spot. How did you remember that note for note?"

The DJ shook her head. "I dunno. I just did it."

Octavia pulled Vinyl into a hug. "Vinyl, don't you get it, you're a genius."

Vinyl's face went blank. She'd been called a lot of things, but nopony, NOPONY, had ever called her smart. She could only stammer a response. "I mean uhhm. I'm not a. A"

Octavia grabbed her head and kissed her deeply again. She looked her hard in the eye. "Vinyl Scratch. I am the first chair cellist in the Royal Canterlot Fillyharmonic. I play alongside the most elite musicians on the planet. Not one of them could do what you just did. I COULDN'T do what you just did!" She kissed her again and looked at her like she was the most beautiful thing in existence. "You are without a doubt the finest musician in Equestria.

This was too much for Vinyl Scratch to handle. The mare who had brought her to tears with her music had just called her the best musician in Equestria. Her. Vinyl Scratch. The pony who for the longest time couldn't find a gig. She didn't play an instrument. She couldn't read music. She didn't work for the princess. Yet the pony who could and did all of those things just called her, Vinyl Scratch, her better.

Vinyl's brain decided that something was clearly wrong with the universe. Things like this just didn't happen. It remembered the magical exhaustion from earlier and decided that she needed to be rebooted. Her brain unplugged and plugged itself back in. Vinyl collapsed to the floor unconscious.

She woke with the bright sunlight coming in through her window. "Who the fuck opened the blinds." She muttered grumpily to herself. She rolled over and tried to go back to sleep but a wall of memory hit her. Her head popped off the pillow as she shouted. "OCTAVIA!" She looked around but her mare wasn't there to greet her. She got up and looked all throughout the apartment. She was nowhere to be found.

Vinyl wondered if she hadn't dreamed the events of yesterday when she found a note under her sunglasses. It was written on a hayburger wrapper. "My love, I waited for you to wake up but I have class. I'm so sorry to have to leave but I'll see you tonight at seven for your show. I love you, Octavia."

Vinyl held the note to her heart not caring that a little mustard got on her coat. She grinned stupidly and rocked back and forth for a few minutes just thinking about her classy bitch. Then a thought struck her. She flew to the computer and information flew across the screen.

If her classy bitch says she's the best, then she was gonna prove her right.