Arrival: Getting Accustomed

Vinyl's alarm clock rang out with one of her favorite non-electronic songs. Vinyl flipped over in her bed and grunted. "I don't wanna!" As guitar and drums continued to weave through her ears, her back hooves started moving with the rhythm. The initial lethargy of being yanked from her slumber faded as she rocked her head back and forth and finally sat up in her bed. She looked over at the clock, reading the time as one o'clock in the afternoon, and she flopped back into her bed.

Her electric-blue mane fell over her open eyes, giving them a curtain from the garish sunlight coming from the cabin window. Probing around for her shades with her magic, Vinyl felt her magic grip the familiar magenta shades before she whisked them over to her face. Sitting back up, she reached over with a hoof and smacked the alarm switch into silence, before giving a mighty yawn and smacking her lips together.

The dull taste of liquor from the ship's buffet tickled her tongue as she let out a breath. Her hooves reached for her temples and massaged gently as she rocked back and forth on her bed, dissipating the minor headache she had.

A minute later she had hopped out of her bed and walked over to the bathroom she and Octavia had been sharing for their voyage. Vinyl lifted out a toothbrush, which had all of its bristles neatly in place, and began brushing her teeth. She stroked the utensil across each tooth as though it was an isolated cube, then rinsed both mouth and brush, and deposited the brush next to Octavia's own toothbrush.

Octavia's toothbrush was a disheveled mass of bristles pressed nearly flat from how much pressure she put behind keeping her teeth a pristine white to match Vinyl's. The though made Vinyl smirk and blow some of her mane out of her face with a heavy breath.

A knocking sounded at the door of the cabin. "Vinyl! We're here," called Octavia's posh Canterlot-crafted voice. Vinyl walked over to the cabin door and opened it.

There, sitting pretty, was her mare. Vinyl went through her usual morning routine. Her eyes scanned up Octavia's hooves, taking in the soft grey fur that the cellist kept in a pristine sheen just like her mane. Vinyl settled on Octavia's deep purple eyes and let her eyelids hang half-lidded. "Hi beautiful."

"Vinyl!" Octavia blushed, a heat in her face matching the one in her nethers. She took a deep breath and gave her response. "The ship's finally arrived at the island, the others are all bringing their stuff off-ship." Walking in, she gripped her bag's zipper with her mouth and shut it.

Vinyl practically floated behind Octavia as she packed. "I got up early today."

Octavia glanced behind her and saw the clock. "True, you are managing to slowly get back to a daytime existence." Octavia grabbed the handle of her suitcase and dragged it off her bed before letting go and looking at Vinyl with a smirk. "I might actually be able to serve you breakfast in bed with you conscious in time to eat it in the morning." Octavia wrapped her tail around the handle of her jet black suitcase and dragged it to the bathroom.

Vinyl sniffed at the air; the slight musk of Octavia reminded her of city streets washed clean after a torrential downpour. Her thoughts drifted over that last few years they had been together, going from one promising set of jobs to another, and meeting between shows to give support to one another. Vinyl turned about and helped Octavia gather their toiletries and stuff them into a side pocket in Octavia's bag.

With that done, Vinyl went to her bed, packed her bag, taking care when she stored her alarm clock, and zipped it up before dragging the whole affair behind her with her magic. She joined Octavia outside their room, and began making their way to the exterior of the boat. The varnished wood of the halls still shone with the light of the deck.

Octavia looked at her hooves and sighed.

"What's wrong?" Vinyl asked, trotting a little closer to Octavia's healthily rounded flanks.

"I just hope this vacation is worth it. I was really hoping to find a stallion this summer."

"What? I'm not good enough for ya?" Vinyl snapped at Octavia's tail with her teeth, leaving some hairs in disarray.

"Well, don't get me wrong, you're great to share a bed with on occasion, but..." The earth mare trailed off as her eyes lingered on a fancy gold chandelier that hung in an intersection of two hallways.

"Psh! What, your parents bugging you about settling down and starting a family?" Vinyl rolled her eyes behind her magenta shades.

"It's not about what my parents want. It'd be nice, you know? My career has really stabilized, I could easily choose a concert hall within the next few years and settle down." Octavia stopped by a window and faced Vinyl. "And you, every night club in the country would accept you taking a permanent position as their DJ." She poked at Vinyl's chest.

Vinyl's left eye squinted as she contorted her face in a look of unease. "I don't know, getting tied down to one spot." She sat on the floor and rubbed the back of her head, a feeling of doubt and confusion worming through her stomach.

Octavia clucked her tongue. "You could still travel, you'd just have one place that you'd come back to, be the second mare who finds other connections."

Second mare... The words made the worm in her gut plunge into her brain, coating her thoughts in a layer of questions she didn't hold the answer to. I like Tavi, I don't want to become second in her life. She reached her hooves over to Octavia's withers and lifted up her shades with magic.

The removal of the rose-colored filter to her eyes made her blink a few times to adjust to the light before she set her bright, choke-cherry-red eyes into the netherworld-purple of Octavia's. "Tavi, I'm going to give you an amazing evening tonight, just like we planned."

"Well that doesn't exactly address the issue you seem to be hav—" Octavia was silenced when Vinyl's pure-white hoof pressed to her lips.

"And then we're going to find out what we both like in a stallion, so we're both happy with how things turn out."

Vinyl removed her hoof and kissed Octavia on the forehead aggressively. She liked that about non-unicorns, you didn't have to dodge and weave around their heads like a charmed snake in order to get passionate around their face.Octavia melted a little in Vinyl's embrace as she paid attention to the warm moisture of her lips pressing on her forehead. Vinyl giggled at how she could always make all the muscles Octavia devoted to maintaining her posture give out with such an act. Vinyl pulled away from her lover and gave a predatory grin. "Let's go see what the island's like."

They soon walked out of the boat into the bright southern sun. The light bounced off of some gentle waves that were lapping at the docks, shining into Vinyl's eyes. The unicorn reached up to her shades and slipped them on while Octavia simply squinted.

The cracked timbers of the dock glistened with moisture from the occasional weak wave that caressed the underside of it. The poles on the sides were as thick as Vinyl's torso and stood at her height.

To the right, at the end of the dock, there was a pristine white-sand beach that had crystal-clear waters lapping at the shore. Schools of brightly colored fish: purple, teal, orange, blue, red and many others darted about underneath the waves. The beach was dotted with several great boulders, some reaching a dozen feet over the sand.

On the far end of the beach, a small cliff was topped off by verdant grass and palm trees. The cliff formed a thin peninsula that stretched out into the sea a few dozen feet. Part of the peninsula had been eroded by the ocean currents, making a neat hole through which they could see the horizon. The peninsula curved back towards the beach, forming a sheltered cove that was shaded from the sun. At the very end of the peninsula, a hut was situated.

The hut was a dark brown, the same as the dock beneath Vinyl's hooves. It was also painted with thin lines of yellow and red paint that swirled and arced in an organic flow like vines growing up the trunk of a tree. The roof was made of thatched straw, and the entire hut was surrounded by a generously sized porch with bamboo railing.

Rainbow Dash was pulling stunts over the cove, darting about and performing loops so tight, Octavia felt nauseous just from watching them.

At the end of the dock, many of the girls were making their way up a pale, yellow dusty trail that led to five other huts with the same design as the one on the peninsula. Applejack and Cheerilee were hauling Rarity's sizable luggage up the inclined path to the first hut along the path. Leaving the cart in front of the first hut, they dragged their own luggage to the second. Zecora was balancing on a stick in the middle of the road, eyes shut as Pinkie bounced past and into the third hut.

The rest of the island, from what Vinyl and Octavia could see, was covered in grasses interspersed with palm trees and ferns. Occasional copses of leaved trees that were covered in vines held singing birds-of-paradise that chirped and whistled beauteously.

Fluttershy was hovering in front of one such copse when a large brown python lowered itself from the branch. Without a moment's hesitation, Fluttershy nuzzled up to the serpent and ran a hoof along the length of its twisted and coiled back.

Twilight went into the fourth hut, before she poked her head back out and called something. Rainbow Dash ceased her loops and zoomed to the hut, quickly heading inside.

Back on the peninsula, Trixie and Lightning Dust walked over the peninsula, the light of the sun making their figures appear as black motes to the musically inclined mares on the dock.

"Fifth hut on the main row?" Vinyl offered with a grin.

"Sounds wonderful." Octavia trotted by, saddlebags bouncing. Vinyl tried to catch a glimpse of the cellist's smolder, but her tail hung centered, concealing herself completely.

They walked down the dock, and up the trail, past Zecora, who was still balanced on her staff. A little further, and they reached the fifth hut. Gripping the door handle in her magic, Vinyl opened the door with a dramatic sweep of her hoof to emphasize the point. "You first."

Octavia walked by, and her tail swished over Vinyl's eyes. The shades kept the hairs of Octavia's tail from rubbing her eyes, but Vinyl allowed a satisfied smirk as the tail brushed against her horn. The black hairs flicked back into place over Octavia's buttocks just as the slid past Vinyl's shades, once again denying the DJ a view of what would be hers that evening.

Vinyl followed Octavia into the room and inspected it with her lover.

The same dark timbers of the hut's exterior made up the walls. The floorboards were close enough together that one did not even have to worry about a bit coin slipping through, but the walls had generous spaces through which the fresh breeze could sweep through the room. All along the walls however, were thick burgundy curtains that could be stretched over the walls, for shelter or privacy.

To the right was a small kitchen dinette, with a magically powered oven-stove combination tucked beside a half-fridge and a sink. Over the three appliances was a window the gave a view up towards the peninsula and part of the rain forest.

Vinyl opened the fridge and saw a blue, enchanted sapphire socketed in the back as a cold breeze washed over her face. The fridge had several mangoes, kiwis, bananas, and apples. There were also some fermented fruit juices, one egg, and a loaf of bread.

"Hmmm, little basic if you ask me," Vinyl commented, pulling her head out of the fridge and shutting it.

Opposite the kitchen dinette was a door that led to a spacious bathroom, complete with sink, two mirrors, a full-soak bath with showerhead, and a flush toilet. Stepping inside, Vinyl turned on the tap to see a clear steam of water flow forth from the faucet. "Pretty nice, but what if something breaks?"

"I asked Rarity that myself," Octavia answered as she pulled the straps to remove her saddlebags. "If something does break, we can use a scrying crystal to send a message to the resort's head office, and they send somepony over to fix it."

"Alright." Vinyl stepped back out of the bathroom to examine the last notable feature of the hut: the bed.

It was large enough that had both mares sprawled themselves to be as big as possible, they could have readily fit two or three more ponies on it. It had a green jungle-print embroidered into the quilt, with four large pillows at the head of the bed.

"Wanna try it out?" Vinyl asked, walking to the bed.

"Didn't you just get up?" Octavia retorted, a sly smile creeping up her muzzle.

Vinyl smirked, patting the bed with one hoof. "Up," she commanded.

"Well, I suppose we've a while before the others will want supper." Octavia coiled her legs, shaking her rear before she sprung up onto the bed, bouncing lightly.

Vinyl set her front hooves on the mattress and dragged herself up. Finding Octavia with a coy smile still plastered on her face, Vinyl leaned forward and pecked at her lips. She leaned forward and pressed her cheek against Octavia's. Grey and white fur rubbed against each other as Vinyl drew her tongue along her lover's muzzle until she reached her mouth. Pushing with her tongue, Vinyl slowly parted Octavia's lips. She felt around her teeth, feeling every groove and line that she had become intimately familiar with.

There is the chipped tooth from when she tried that rock candy, that weakened enamel. Vinyl let out a sharp breath, stopping short of giggling into Octavia's mouth. Colgate was right, exploring like this is fun. Octavia moaned, the rumbling of her throat tickling Vinyl's lips and then her mouth. White hooves lay over the grey neck and stroked at the mane.

Octavia's tongue whipped into Vinyl's, lashing at the base of it, trying to get a hold. It did little as Vinyl ran her tongue along the side of Octavia's until the two masses barely graced each other's tips. Vinyl pulled her lips back to a slight popping sound and smiled as Octavia sat perfectly still, chin up, eyes closed, and a smile on her own face.

Vinyl kissed at Octavia's ear, then along her neck down to her withers. The cellist drew in a sharp breath as she parted her hind legs, but her tail still concealed herself. Vinyl worked her way down Octavia's spine, pecking at each little bump, past her croup, and planting one last kiss on her dock. Octavia lifted her tail with a gasp, and Vinyl looked at the neat folds of her lover, plump and winking.

Vinyl shook her head. "Wow, that's... that's really something."

Octavia's tail smacked her. "Don't act like it's something you haven't seen a few dozen times before." She scooted back a little, nearly pushing herself on Vinyl's muzzle.

The unicorn pulled back before her horn touched. "Ah ah, not yet," said Vinyl. Octavia huffed, before Vinyl blew on her, causing her lips to pull at nothing as she moaned. "How did you keep yourself together on that boat?"

Octavia licked her lips and gulped. "Years of staying in Canterlot, a mare learns to keep the colts of nobles at bay."

Vinyl leaned to the side with her teeth bared. "But not DJ's, right?" Before Octavia could respond, Vinyl pressed her muzzle to Octavia's folds. She didn't involve her tongue at first, but her hot breath made Octavia open her mouth to take a few gulps of air.

Vinyl slid her tongue past her lips and Octavia's, stroking the pink folds as she pressed her muzzle in. Octavia whined and stepped back, trying to goad Vinyl deeper. Tongue lapping at her insides, Octavia couldn't help it as her muscles flexed and tightened around Vinyl's tongue, trying to grasp it and keep it in place like a stallion's rod.

But it wasn't a stallion, it was Vinyl's tongue, and to Octavia there were features of it that made it better than what a stallion could do. It drew itself along every ridge, teasing them to contract, before it pulled back to escape. Every time her entrance shut tight on empty space, Octavia whimpered for the release she couldn't quite reach so long as her partner evaded. So she panted, and huffed, and squeaked, and made all the little noises Vinyl enjoyed drawing out of her. In making music, Vinyl was as skilled with her disk jockey as she was with Octavia.

Octavia bucked her hips back, trying to catch Vinyl out as the unicorn lapped up some juices that seeped out of her excited nethers. Vinyl's tongue pulled to the outermost lips, then pushed in a slow circling motion that touched every bit of surface it could. Octavia's hips jolted as she winked again, this time gaining a solid grip on Vinyl.

Vinyl's lips peeled back, and she caressed her teeth at Octavia's entrance, nipping at the pink lips as she moved her tongue inside.

The nipping was too much for Octavia, and the pressure working inside of her released as slightly-sweet juices poured over Vinyl's tongue. The walls of her nethers clenched and tried to milk Vinyl's tongue, but all it did was earn a giggle from the DJ. The little rocking motion and quick breaths against her folds pleasured Octavia as Vinyl finally pulled out, still grinning, tongue still sticking out between her incisors.

Octavia let her rump settle onto the sheets as a few more drips fell from her temporarily satisfied slit. Vinyl lay down beside Octavia and caressed her ears with a hoof. The soft velvet feeling of the ears tickled as they twitched in time to the stroking. Staring out of half-lidded eyes, Octavia noticed Vinyl was still grinning.

"Vinyl, don't you dare use that nick name."

The grin grew larger. "You sure made a nice little symphony there..."

Octavia's heart pounded, the bite of anger inflaming her passion again. "Vinyl, I'm serious."

"So am I! All those little squeaks, moans, and grunts? You were my little--"

Octavia stood up, and, in a moment, she had rolled herself on top of Vinyl, pinning her front hooves to the bed. The pressure made the white mare's hooves ache slightly; she could almost swear they were turning purple. She stared up into Octavia's Eldritch-purple eyes as they shined from the ambient light.

"My little beat-box," Vinyl finished, smiling as Octavia pressed her lips to against her mouth, silencing her.

Their tongues danced. Octavia wondered how much of the flavor was Vinyl's, and how much was her own. While contemplating the matter, Octavia failed to notice Vinyl's horn glowing until she felt her tail levitated away, and a knee began rubbing along her slit and clit.

Octavia pulled out of the kiss and adjusted one of her hind legs, managing to lay it across Vinyl's own entrance. Her tail flicked across the white fur of her flanks, and she moved her knee up and down slowly, coaxing Vinyl to smile. They lay there, embraced in each other's hooves, knees grinding upon their partner's sex.

Keeping her motions shallow, Octavia worked Vinyl until her legs were slick with the unicorn's natural juices, then started to put some power into her strokes. Vinyl punctuated every time Octavia hit her clit on the downstroke with a small peck on the forehead.

Opposite leg kicking out from the pleasure, Octavia felt another wave of pressure. She leaned past Vinyl's lips.

"Hey! Come here so I can kiss y--" Vinyl gasped shakily as Octavia drew her tongue up her horn. Vinyl may have been able to melt Octavia with a kiss to the lips, but the unicorn of the nightlife had a vulnerability that her partner did not.

Tongue wrapping the side of Vinyl's horn, Octavia moved up the horn as Vinyl continued grinding against her vag and sensitive nub. Octavia put more power into her strokes, and soon Vinyl was panting heavily. Vinyl drew in a sharp breath, and Octavia, sensing the time was right, flicked her tongue across the tip of Vinyl's horn just as their slick knees bumped into each other's clits. They shuddered as pleasure surged through them, and Octavia pulled Vinyl into a squeeze against her chest.

The pleasure gradually washed away, and Octavia listened to the sound of waves crashing against the shore outside. Or she did, until Vinyl grunted.

"Tavi! Little air please?"

Octavia released her grip and looked down, smiling sheepishly. "Ah, sorry, I still get a little clingy afterwards."

"Whew! A bit more like 'crushy'!" Vinyl pulled back and rubbed a hoof against her side. "That was pretty nice of you; I mean the horn thing. You usually hate it when I ask you to do that."

Octavia pressed a hoof to Vinyl's lips. "Well it does taste a bit like licking a hoof." Octavia felt a warm, moist nub press against the bottom of her hoof, making her draw it away. "Vinyl!"

"Hehe!" Vinyl looked down between their hind legs. "On the subject of licking hooves, we could do with cleaning up."

Staring down, Octavia pouted. "Oh! Laundry for the sheets on the first day! Everypony else is going to know!"

Vinyl rolled her eyes. "Hey, it's that season. I think everyone will be looking to see who isn't washing their sheets come this evening!"

Sighing, Octavia rolled out of bed. "Come on, shower together?"

"Oh, interested in another round?" asked Vinyl, sitting up in bed, and rump rubbing along the sheets.

"We'll see," replied Octavia, stepping into the bathroom.

Vinyl hopped out of bed as she heard the water come to life from the shower. She gave a slight shiver as air cooled the wet fur of her belly, and in anticipation. She walked into the bathroom and saw Octavia already in the white-tiled shower stall to the right. The curtain remained open, and a few stray droplets of water splashed onto the tiled floor. Opposite the shower was the sink and counter. It was made of green Eilat stone that would have blended well with the pristine grass outside. There were a few flaws of brownish and white streaks running through it, but it was a pleasing shade, and polished smooth.

"I'm over here, Vinyl," Octavia called, and Vinyl trotted into the stream of water with her lover. Vinyl slid the curtain into place with her magic, and they basked in the warm stream of water as it soaked into their fur and rinsed away the mess of their love-making.

"So..." Octavia turned her head to let water slide down the side of her face, matting her mane to it. "Evening walk on the beach after dinner tonight?"

Vinyl chuckled. "Cliche much?" Octavia bowed her head and gazed at Vinyl as though she were looking over the top of a pair of glasses. "Oh alright! But some time we gotta have a jam session. I brought a small turntable for the trip." Octavia continued glaring. Vinyl sulked. "I promise not to attach the bass if we do it at night. Although..." Vinyl pecked Octavia on the lips, water streaming down her muzzle to flow over where their lips joined. Pulling back, Vinyl grinned. "... If you're worried about keeping the others up at night, I may have to worry about you, my little beat-b--"

Octavia pressed her lips to Vinyl before she could finish that abominable nickname.