I Get Off With a Little Help From My Friends.

Vinyl stared wide eyed, her shock blooming into frothing rage. Octavia, blushing brightly at the unexpected interruption of her romantic romp, cleared her throat and attempted to deflect the palpable awkwardness in the air. “Ahem, hello V. This is my colt.”

“What! The! FUCK!!! Are you doing here Six Inch?!” Vinyl interrupted with a depth of voice that Octavia hadn't heard since she'd had to pull the unicorn off of another young lady that had insulted her. “That is NOT!!! How our arrangement works! I go to YOU! YOU! DO NOT! Come to ME! Why the fuck are you here?!”

Hymn Beaux waved his hands defensively. “I'm with her!” He shouted apologetically.

Octavia looked in surprise from the petrified pegasus to the fuming unicorn. “Oh, you know V?”

Hymn's head turned slowly in rising terror. “Hun, why is DJ PON-3 here?”

The earth pony looked confused. “What? Oh right, her professional moniker. Hymn, this is my roommate, Vinyl Scratch.”

Vinyl clenched her fists and her jaw as she growled, “Via, why the fuck is Six Inch here?”

Octavia, again seeming confused at the emotions of the two, took her lover's hand again. “V, this is Hymn Beaux.” Despite the still tangible tension in the air, she couldn't help but fawn over her new lover. “I love him!” Beaux couldn't help but give an embarrassed smile at his princess. The unicorn watched the display in silent heartbroken rage, all of her questions beginning to fall into line. So that's who she'd seen walking out the club with her little Via. That's why Six Inch hadn't answered his summons. “But how do you two know each other, love?” Octavia asked, making Beaux's pale face go paper white. He'd been so love drunk from his evening with the noble that he wasn't certain at the time that any of it had actually happened.

Suddenly Vinyl's grimace of rage mutated into a vindictive grin of triumph. Hymn begged with his eyes for PON-3 to not ruin the very best thing that had ever happened to him. “Oooooh.” She purred out the lingering syllable, positively dripping with malice. “We know each other VEEEEERY well.” Unexpectedly, the vicious grin changed targets. “So tell me Via, when did you meet this handsome. Young. Man.” She enunciated the words accusingly.

Octavia reflexatorily recoiled from the unexpected disdain. “What? V don't you remember? I told you about him last ni!. . .” She stopped halfway through the syllable in realization. The earth pony had been so love drunk from her evening with Hymn Beaux that it hadn't even occurred to her what she'd been doing.

“Last night? Really!” She cooed like nails on a chalkboard. “But wait! That can't be right!” Octavia had tears in her eyes as she begged silently for Vinyl not to ruin the very best thing that had ever happened to her. “Because last night we!”

“Hymn I'm so sorry!” Octavia shouted unexpectedly, the tears streaming down her face. Both Vinyl and Hymn turned in surprise towards the weeping woman. The earth pony babbled a mile a minute, fishing desperately for an explanation, but unfortunately she couldn't manage to finish any excuse without starting another.

Vinyl gawked at the effect her revenge had wrought. She had only wanted both to squirm uncomfortably at worst and split them up at best. She'd just wanted Six Inch to leave and to have her little Via all to herself again, the way it used to be, the way it SHOULD be! She tried to move forward to somehow make Octavia understand, but at that moment the crying woman darted into her room and slammed the door behind her, leaving Hymn and Vinyl together alone in the living room. PON-3 glared at the pegasus, and was ready to tear him a new asshole, but she drew back when she saw that he was scowling with even more ferocity. Hymn Beaux shoulder checked PON-3 as he moved to Octavia's door. He knocked gently in the ringing silence and after a long pause was let in.

The solitary unicorn stared in a hurt daze for several moments until she stormed to her room and slammed the door behind her. Vinyl shoved a giant pair of headphones over her ears and turned her latest project on so loud that the two in the other room could hear it. PON-3 made a point to herself about bitching to the building's super about the leaks in her ceiling. Because there's no other reason why there would be moisture dropping into her arms. None whatsoever. Octavia wept bitterly against Hymn's chest as he attempted to calm her. “Octavia, hush, it's alright, I'm still here. Just calm down.”

The earth pony's violet eyes leaked tears in a way that tore at the pegasus’ heart strings. “Hymn I'm so sorry! It's just such an old habit, and I wasn't thinking and.”

“Shhh!” Beaux whispered, planting a single finger over her soft lips. “Hun, ya know. . .” He had to stop and shake his head at his own indelicate sense of honesty. “You're not the only one who did PON-3 last night.” Octavia drew back slightly in confusion. Hymn sighed. “I'm one of PON-3's dicks on call. That's why I was at the club last night.” The pegasus spoke quickly, trying to justify himself. “But then I spent the evening with a noble, and I wasn't sure any of it had actually happened or not!” He disconnected from his mare and jesticulated wildly. “I mean, me! The perpetually pussless, beds a noble! Much less finishes! I thought it had just been a particularity visceral wet dream! Much more likely than what actually happened anyway!” His babbling was arrested by a single slender grey finger on his muzzle.

“What noble?” Octavia asked.

Beaux raised an eyebrow. “You, whatever rank of nobility you are.”

The earth pony scoffed and smirked, “You think I'm a noble?”

Again an eyebrow rose in the pegasus’ face. “Uhm, hot, Canterlot accent, perfectly polite and proper, wild in the sack. I mean, no wings and horn, so maybe not a princess, but definitely not a pleb.”

Octavia giggled through a girlish blush. “No silly! I'm not a noble! My father is a philosophy professor for Celestia's sake! No, I'm about as plebian as it gets!” An uncomfortable thought sprang into Octavia's mind. “You. . . You didn't court me just because you thought I was a noble did you?”

Beaux's eyes went wide and he quickly seized Octavia's hands. “No! No no no no no! I was just nice to you because you seemed so. . . Sad, and miserable, and out of place! I was just being nice.” He couldn't repress the smirk that crept into his face. “It was you who dropped your skirt.”

Octavia blushed deeply, but couldn't help but grin bashfully. “Well, can you blame me? You're quite the gentleman yourself.” She traced a finger along his arms and had to fight the urge to resume their intimacy. “Why in Equestria are you so down on yourself?”

Hymn sighed hard and explained the unfortunate history of his love life, or rather, the lack there of. “And that's why I'm PON-3's dick on call. It's all I can get.” He cleared his throat and ignored the burgeoning boner from the question in his mind. “Apropos. . . How did you and her uhm. . .”

Octavia blushed and cleared her throat. “Oh, well, we went to the same school as children. We've been friends for a long as I can remember. We were inseparable.” She couldn't help but grin nostalgically. “It seemed like our whole lives every time there was a choice to be made she would choose the naughty option and I'd be the good girl, for better or for worse. She'd sneak out of our dorms, I'd stay in. She'd get drunk, I'd hold her hair back as she vomited.” Her voice dropped in annoyance. “She'd get romantic partners at the drop of a hat whenever she wanted, and I. . .” She had to clear her throat before continuing. “Well, uhmm. . . You're, uhmm. . . You're my first coltfriend.”

Hymn Beaux had to fight to ignore his throbbing erection. “Ahem, so you and Vinyl are?. . .”

Octavia waved her hands. “No! No, no, no! We're not a couple, there's no romance. No, Vinyl just does what she wants. She's always been that way. She could always hold my hand and kiss me whenever she wanted when we were in school, and it just got more and more. Uhmm. . . Dear Luna, this is uncomfortable to say outloud. We. . . Ahem.” Her face was beet red as she realized that she had always just allowed Vinyl to do whatever she wanted to her without question for their whole lives. It had never occurred to her at the time that Vinyl was doing anything out of the ordinary, it just seemed normal until then.

“Wait, if I'm your first coltfriend, then how in tartarus did you learn to make love like that?” Beaux asked, a bit of his mind wondering if his cock would literally burn through his BDUs like red hot steel through paper.

Octavia could feel her nipples hardening under her blouse as the memories came pouring back. “Well, Vinyl's very. . . Uhmm. . . Adventurous? . . . In bed? She likes to use marital aids and likes to make me use my mouth and. OH!” Her explanation was cut off by Hymn Beaux all but literally pouncing on her. In one fluid motion he had produced his throbbing cock, positioned himself, and began slamming away. The mare was too enraptured by the violence of her lover's attention that she simply slipped into her role, wrapping her long legs around him and kissing him deeply. Beaux quickly reached climax and, with the sort of abandon that only unexpected coitus can produce, blew his load directly into Octavia's melting pussy, completely disregarding any concern about pregnancy.

Hymn rolled off, panting like a sprinter. “Sorry, but that was just. . . Sorry. . .”

Octavia lay gasping, her legs still splayed, his seed leaking out of her and cooling against her ass. “Don't be.” She whispered in a satisfied tone. After she caught her breath the mare rolled over to lay her head on her man's chest. The sensation of his load leaking out of her bright a thought to her mind. “So. . .” She knew it was terribly rude to fish for complements, but she was genuinely curious. “Do you. . . I mean. . . Am I better than Vinyl.”

“Much!” Beaux said between gasps, kissing the top of her head. He scoffed, “At least I finish with you.”

Octavia's afterglow fell off instantly. “What do you mean?”

Hymn leaned up to look at his mare. “Well, I mean, with PON-3 I never cum.” Vinyl jumped in surprise as her door was suddenly bucked open.