I Get Off With a Little Help From My Friends.

Vinyl woke and immediately knew something was wrong. She wasn't hung over. She wasn't strung out. She didn't feel like doing nothing until the sun went down then partying until the sun came back up. Her head popped off the pillow and she looked around. She didn't need to vomit. Hell, the sun hadn't even come onto her side of the apartment yet, the little trails of dust weren't glowing the way she liked. She rose and stood in the center of her room for several long silent moments, held prisoner by the sense of utter wrongness. What was it? Something was missing. It was like the ear ringing silence after a prolonged artillery barrage, one becomes unnerved at the cessation of thunderous volume and waits for the next attack.

In her silent pondering she had time to notice just how filthy her room was. The air stank of sex, unfinished fast food, and unwashed clothes. Vinyl's head popped up in surprise. "That's it!" She thought loudly, snapping her fingers. "Via hasn't come barging in with food, hydration, and medicine." Then, slowly, the memories of the one woman that she hadn't kept at arm's length trickled into her forebrain. The grey face becoming so utterly distraught right before her eyes. Those violet eyes that were always either squinting in disapproval or rolling in resignation at her folly, one moment overflowing with new love that broke Vinyl's heart, then draining into utter despair that was somehow even worse. She was right on the other side of that wall.

That's what was so wrong! It was too quiet. Vinyl and Octavia's most frequent argument was the earth pony's annoying tendency to clean loudly when the unicorn was sleeping off a hangover. Which was often. "We're rich! We can afford a maid who cleans exclusively when I'm not here!" Vinyl would shout, then her mind would wander into the realm of sexy maids and she would lose track of her point.

"We don't need a maid. We just need to pick up after ourselves like adults." Octavia would sneer back over a sink full of dishes. By which time Vinyl's train of thought would have gotten her so distracted and horny that she would just begin fondling and fingering her exasperated room mate. That's what was wrong. Everything! Vinyl wasn't hung over, Octavia hadn't come in with breakfast and a lecture. She couldn't hear the sound of cleaning. The situation was so utterly alien to the status quo that it genuinely unnerved the DJ. After another long moment of perfect stillness Vinyl decided she needed to go investigate. She picked her way over piles of trash, discarded clothes in various states of moisture from genetic material, and dried puddles that she had never had time to notice, and walked out into the hall that Octavia kept immaculately clean.

Vinyl stood at the door to her roommate's bedroom for several minutes, paralyzed with a timidity that was foreign to her nature. Finally she reached forward and delicately knocked, waiting in vain for a response. "Via? You in there?" She croaked, Her throat dry from the tension. She hadn't meant to phrase the question that way specifically, but that gave her a momentary gleam of hope. Maybe she just wasn't in the apartment! Octavia was one of those crazy ponies that did things during the day after all! With spirits briefly lifted Vinyl opened the door and entered the bedroom. Her spirits came crashing low upon her eyes adjusting to the gloom. There lay her roommate in exactly the same position as she had left her, staring blankly at the far wall, seeing nothing.

"Via. . . Octavia please, you're scarin me girl. Come on. Look at me." Vinyl whispered, having to choke back an unfamiliar lump in her throat. Octavia didn't respond. For a moment the unicorn worried that the earth pony had simply died of a broken heart, her eyes so utterly devoid of life. It was only upon watching closely for several painfully slow moments that she finally noticed the unnervingly still woman blink. Vinyl's jaw began to clench as well as her fist. She felt her heart begin to race with a bone deep hurt that brought hot tears to her eyes. "Why the fuck are you so fucked up about this?!" She screamed into the ringing silence. "You didn't even know him yesterday!" She slammed the door behind her and stomped back to her room. Octavia didn't move.

Vinyl kicked a pile of clothes that were in her way and suffered an agony of cognitive dissonance. She wanted to scream, she wanted to weep, she wanted to stomp back into her roommate's room and either make Octavia her very own, or beat her until her fists were broken and bloodied. The action that won out through this fog of rage and hurt was simply kicking the many piles of filth that were scattered about the room. She booted the clothes and trash into a corner of the room, at first just to be able to stomp back and forth unimpeded, but soon she found herself separating the clothes from the trash. Her small laundry basket, once the last clothes that Octavia had washed for her had been removed, quickly ran out of room and she piled up a giant stack twice its capacity.

The furious unicorn dragged the clothes through the large apartment, pointedly ignoring Octavia's door. Within the catatonic woman blinked at an unexpected green flash of light, but didn't move. Vinyl had never once in her life washed her own clothes, but that didn't stop her. She haphazardly shoved as much cloth as she could fit into the machine and slammed the lid without even using detergent, setting it to whatever the last wash cycle programmed into the machine was. That done, her furious eye caught sight of the small organized pile of dishes next to the sink. Vinyl once again felt her bile rise in her throat. "Why the fuck does she have to cook EVERY FUCKIN MEAL?!"

Vinyl stomped into the kitchen and began filling the sink with water. "We make more than enough for her to never have to deal with this bullshit again, but NOOOOO. It's always, 'Waste not, Want not!' and, 'You need something other than fast food V.' or 'You know you're always too hungover to ever go out for breakfast, so I have to make it for myself anyway. And if I'm going to bother cooking at all I may as well cook for you too.' WELL I DIDN'T FUCKIN ASK YOU DID I VIA?!" She screamed in the direction she knew the catatonic woman still lay pining after a man she'd known for less than forty eight hours. Within her solace of silence Octavia blinked again at an unfamiliar flash of green.

Vinyl spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning her room until it reeked of cleanser. For the very first time since she had moved in she could see her floor. She sat on her bed and slowly went deaf from the ringing silence. The unicorn grasped at straws, racking her brain for anything she could do to take her mind off of the elephant in the next room. In the next room Octavia blinked. The cellist finally decided, even through her heartbreak, that she could no longer tolerate the occasional green flash of light that hurt her eyes and moved to investigate its cause. She slowly, stiffly, lifted her head off of the bed to see where the flash of light kept coming from. She blinked painfully as the light filled the room again. "Gods." She thought to herself sourly. "It's that damnable machine V forced on me. 'Come on grandma, I need a way to call you for a ride.' Yes, or you could just not be a degenerate hedonist."

Octavia lazily reached out to seize the smartphone off of its charging base and was instantly blinded as the screen lit up. She dropped the phone onto her bed and held her eyes for several seconds, blinking the spots out of her eyes. When her vision was restored she meant to just turn the damnable machine off, but before she could, she noticed an unusual notification on her locked screen. "New message from Hymn Beaux." That couldn't be right. The only contact she had in her phone was V. She awkwardly pressed the notification with her index finger and the screen went blank. "Damn this accursed. There!" She finally managed to unlock the screen again and open the text message. She leaned far forward and her whole soul became enthralled in the few words displayed on the screen.

"Oi, I had a great time last night! Hit me up again if ever your roommate decides you need some more fresh air."

Octavia's eyes bulged from their sockets, yet her pupils were the size of pin pricks. He HAD left her a way to contact him! What's more he said he wanted to see her again! She burned the name Hymn Beaux into her mind and whispered it to herself several times. "Hymn Beaux. . . Hymn Beaux. . . Hymn Beaux." Her despair was long gone and her love drunk levity slowly refilled her soul. She felt that she owed Vinyl a very sincere thank you for forcing the smartphone onto her. "But wait!" She thought with a start, springing upright. "What do I say? How do I respond to that?" She felt a long moment of panicked hesitation before slowly, awkwardly, pecking out several responses that were immediately erased. "No, too formal. No, too cold. Gods no, I sound like V." Finally she settled on, "Yes, that would be lovely. When would you like to meet?" She sat in an agony of impatience and expectation, staring at the screen in rapt attention for any change.

In his tiny apartment Hymn Beaux lay on his bed, holding his aching head, cursing his genetics. He lay nursing the worst dehydration headache of his young life when a needle pierced his frontal lobe. He groaned and squirmed at his phone's obnoxiously loud text message tone. He'd already called into work that night, an unparalleled sacrilege in his book, so why in hell had he left his phone on? After he had cringed from the unbearable brightness from the phone he shot up into a sitting position at the text he saw on the screen.

"Yes, that would be lovely. When would you like to meet?"

"Oh shit. Last night actually happened." He mumbled to himself, his headache forgotten. That's why he had left his phone loud, because he was waiting for a text from a princess. He found himself in a similar situation to his princess moments before, namely, how should he respond? "What do you say to a noble? 'Hey great lay come on over and suck my dick." He thought for a long moment about the night he'd spent with the beautiful woman. She had eaten up every single thing he had done for her. He couldn't help but grin at the throb from his nether regions as he recalled how enthusiastically she had made love to him. "Shit, honesty is best policy."

"Well, I'm free tonight, what are you doing right now?"

He texted, his headache completely forgotten at the chance of round two with the amorous noble. In her deafeningly silent room Vinyl heard an unfamiliar sound, a text notification. It was unfamiliar, not in that she'd never heard the sound. She'd heard the sound thousands of times a day for years. No, it was strange to hear because of where she was hearing it from. Hearing Octavia's phone going off was tantamount to hearing a horse's whiny from the mouth of a parakeet. It was so utterly alien that Vinyl couldn't help but sit and gawk at the sound. Again and again the bizarre noise gently resounded in the silent apartment.

Then another sound reached Vinyl's ears that shocked her to her core; Laughter. Octavia was laughing. It was a type of laugh that the unicorn had never heard her roommate use before. It wasn't her courteous society laugh that Vinyl despised, as it was usually a polite lie. Neither was it the ugly, snorting, chortling, genuine laugh that only Vinyl could bring out of Octavia when she found something genuinely funny. No, this was GIGGLING! Girlish, bubbly, quiet, loving GIGGLING! Vinyl found herself listening intensely at the long periods of silence broken by bouts of this new chuckle caused by Celestia knows who. As each giggle reached her ears her heart sank a bit lower and lower.

Someone was making her Via giggle in a way she never had before. Someone who hadn't lived with her, someone who hadn't known her for nearly as long as she had. Someone who hadn't been there when she'd received the acceptance letter from the Royal Canterlot Philharmonic, someone who hadn't been there when she'd felt the psychotic need to vacuum at eight in the fucking morning. No, whoever was stealing her little Via from her hadn't put in the time. They hadn't put in the effort! They didn't deserve her little Via! Just as Vinyl was about to rise and reprimand her erring roommate she heard another series of sounds that surprised her into stillness. She heard the sound of the bedroom door, then the front door opened and shut unexpectedly.

Vinyl snapped to her feet and stood paralyzed with shock for one long moment. Where was she going? She snapped herself out of her daze and sprinted towards the front door, flinging it open violently. There was no one there. Vinyl stood in the open doorway for several long moments gawking at the vacant scene. The door was on the ground floor right on the parking lot. There was nowhere for her to hide. The nearest concealment was hundreds of yards away and Octavia didn't have nearly enough time to reach it in the few seconds it had taken Vinyl to reach the door. It was like she had just vanished! The white unicorn moved like one in a stupor as she gently closed the door and slumped onto the couch. She was gone. In her heart Vinyl felt like her little Via was gone from her life forever. She held her palms over her eyes in a futile attempt to hold back the hot tears from leaking out as she screamed.

Hundreds of yards in the air Octavia clung desperately to her man as he climbed higher and higher into the sky. "Nice to see you again my lady. So what would you like to do today? Walk in the park? No that's right your feet are blistered. Go to our pub? Hrmm, no, I'm a wee bit broke after last night. What to do?. . ."

Octavia had been on an emotional roller coaster that day, and just being able to look into his smiling face again was too much to bear. "Well, uhmm." She began, her face turning red. She had to turn her face away and clear her throat before continuing. "This might be a bit forward, but Ummm. . ." She leaned up to whisper in his ear.

Beaux nodded. "Yes, that would be lovely." His lips connected with hers as he glided to the nearest cloud. He lay with his back to the fluffy mass of white that supported them both like a floating pillow. Octavia had a few reservations about making love what was for all intents and purposes in public, not to mention the gigantic falling hazard, but when she felt his burgeoning erection begin to press against her lips all other considerations melted away. She straddled the pegasus and kissed him deeply, running her skilled tongue along his as she began grinding her pelvis against his. Hymn reached up and began massaging her large breasts, her small airy moans beginning to mingle with the sounds of their kissing.

Octavia cautiously looked down towards her man's meat and she grew contemplative. She wanted him in her mouth desperately, but she didn't know how to shift in their precarious position. The pegasus understood the trouble before she could mention it and he gently hoisted her into the air, placing her womanhood right in front of his face, and his pole right against her nose. The excited mare immediately went to work, unbuttoning his pants and fetching out his burning cock. It had only been about fifteen hours, but she coveted the cock like a thirsty soul in a desert covets a bottle of cool water. She immediately slipped the semi erect penis into her mouth as far as it would go.

Beaux flinched slightly at the sudden temperature changes from warm pants, to cold sky, to hot throat and was momentarily paralyzed by the enthusiastic oral sex. Not wanting to be selfish, Hymn quickly flipped up the long skirt that Octavia had snatched out of the laundry basket in her haste to reunite with her lover, and moved aside her modest panties to reach her leaking pussy. Octavia moaned into his cock as he began driving his tongue as hard as he could against her swollen clit. For a long moment she simply luxuriated in the young man's attentions and lay with her nose buried against his sack, his cock throbbing inside her throat.

Octavia unthinkingly wrapped her thick thighs around his face, and pressed her feet against the back of his head to drive his mouth more firmly against her screaming lips. Beaux, taking this as an invitation, reached down and gathered her long ebony hair into a ponytail. The mare's eyes rolled back into her head with pleasure and mild hypoxia as he began to fuck her mouth, without stopping His tongue's attention on her clit and lips. Octavia was so enthralled by the wonderful sensation of being doubly mouth fucked that she would have let him continue until she passed out, but at that moment he yanked up hard on her hair and she gasped for the breath she didn't know she was desperate for. She let out with a guttural below of lust as the combination of oxygen to the brain, clitoral stimulation, and hair pulling, all combined to shove her right over the edge into her first convulsive orgasm.

Beaux ignored his mind's panic at the genuine possibility of being crushed like a melon between his beloved's thick earth pony thighs as they clamped painfully together on his head. He didn't mind receiving a warrior's death, not at all. Fortunately or unfortunately the thighs ceased their death grip and the pegasus had to blearily ask the young lady to repeat herself. Octavia had to gasp for breath as she moaned out the words. "Please! My hair! Pull my hair again like you did last night!" Hymn understood the request and smoothly slipped himself under the straddling earth pony to place his slick cock against her asshole. The mare wrapped her legs around him reverse cowgirl style and took his slick cock into herself. Beaux planted his feet against the cloud and drove himself up into his mare, her large pliant ass rippling away with the impact.

Octavia was literally on cloud nine as the sting from the tugging on her hair perfectly seasoned the pleasure of having her man ram her from behind. She laid her hands on his knees to support herself as she bounced on his dick, her large breasts padding against her stomach. Beaux had a single moment to reflect on his suddenly changed fortune. Yesterday he was painfully single with no prospects in sight, now, less than twenty hours later, he was balls deep in the most beautiful ass he'd ever seen, and the long denied orgasm was quickly coming up to greet him. He began to pick up the pace and slammed himself into the ass as fast as he could as he grunted, "Where do you want it . . . Uhmm. . . Miss. . . Oh Celestia ascendant!"

His pace fell off and his blood ran cold. He was at the finish line and he'd just let it slip that he didn't know the name of the only creature besides himself that had brought him to orgasm. "Octavia!" The mare shouted as she fought desperately to retrieve the fleeing mood. "My name is Octavia!"

Hymn Beaux blinked. He slowly got back into the motion and the grey mare riding him groaned in appreciation. "Octavia. A beautiful name for a beautiful woman." He breathed through a moan. Octavia, despite moaning like a whore and riding like a jockey, blushed at the cliché. "Oh! Hold on!" He fished his phone out of his pocket and quickly typed the name Octavia into his contacts. "There, that's better. Now then Miss Octavia." He slammed his cock into her ass forcefully to refocus the mood. She gave a deep groan of pleasure at the unexpected stimulation. Hymn sat up, using her long glistening hair to aid him, and growled into her ear, "Where do you want it?" He began pumping away at the large jiggling ass so hard it took a concerted effort for her to respond.

"In! Oh! Oh! Oh! Inside! Do it inside! Harder! Please! Do it harder! Yes! Yes! Yes! Mm! Mm! Mm!" Octavia shouted as the throbbing cock pumped her screaming orifice. Octavia lost control of her limbs and dangled against her man, her whole weight supported by her hair, her asshole, and her legs laying on top of his. Beaux threw himself as hard as he could against the grey ass, the treble clef Cutie Mark stretching and expanding as it rippled. He wrapped his wings in front of her thighs for extra support as he pulled her against him. With his free hand he gave a firm slap to the shapely ass, sending Octavia into a shuddering orgasm. Hearing his mare's primal howl of lust sent Hymn over the edge and he flooded the tight ass with pump after pump of hot baby batter.

The force of the climax took all but the man's soul out of his body and he flopped back onto the cloud, half blind, breath coming in desperate gasps. Octavia for her part was in a sexually satisfied stupor as the grip on her hair relaxed. She slipped limply off of the panting man and straight through the cloud. Beaux sighed gratefully, "Oh Octavia! That was. . . Octavia?" The mare for her part was plummeting at terminal velocity towards the streets of Canterlot. She knew on some level that she was in mortal peril, but the combination of love and endorphins made her unable to bother about the threat of imminent death. If anything the sensation of free falling was rather pleasant. She grinned a love drunk smile as the features on the ground became more and more distinct.

"Hey! I can see my apartment from here." Octavia sighed to herself as she neared the ground. Hymn Beaux reached her with less than a second to spare before she would've hit the ground, his wings flapping as hard as they could. Even with the aid of his wings he still had to take a great deal of the impact with his legs. The sudden stop brought Octavia back to her right mind and she clung tightly to her man's chest. Once they were safely on the ground the two stood stock still in petrified silence for several moments.

Hymn released the breath he didn't know he'd been holding and held Octavia tightly to his chest. "Holy shit!" He breathed in infinite relief. "I just learned your fucking name and I already almost lost you."

Octavia smiled at the man's affection and she kissed him on the cheek reassuringly. "It's alright love, but from now on let's avoid public fornication." She noticed where they had landed was right outside her apartment door and a mischievous idea came into her head. "Apropos!" She chuckled mischievously as she dragged him towards her door. As she pulled him inside his eyes went wide at who he saw staring back at him.