A Different Kind of Music...
Chapter 8
Three Mares Sits Down With Mommy…

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Octavia, Vinyl Scratch, and Fiddlesticks were all seated on lavish cushions in the one room used only by the family; no VIPs or clients, just family. Because, to Photo Finish, there was nothing more important than family, especially when it’s a wayward daughter visiting with her new marefriends.

Fiddle and Octavia sat in the room trying to adjust their eyes because the room itself was covered in very modern furniture in garish colors of all sorts, and then there was the modern art only a crazy pony could understand. But the most predominant thing was that, on all the walls around them, there was hardly a square inch not covered by a picture of ponies that Vinyl said are in the family one way or another.

“Zere done!” came a shout as the door flew open to reveal both Photo Finish and Impeccable. Photo Finish suddenly stopped at a wall and studied two pieces of art. One, in Octavia's opinion, was a lovely piece that depicted a sun setting over an old farmhouse with a silhouette of an alicorn sitting under a tree. The other painting was of a garish looking green creature; its body was long and thin, but, mostly, it was its block like head and empty eyes that made it look creepy, and dangerous. Photo Finish regarded both paintings for a moment before she ripped the sunset off the wall and threw it across the room into the fireplace. Octavia felt a strong sense of displeasure as she saw the lovely picture start to smolder in the fireplace, while the atrocity still hung on the wall intact.

“I’z never liked zat one. Just bought it becauze of one of those conzumer boomz and now I juzt can ztand it no longer. Really, there iz no adge or zense of happening anywhere in zhe painting! I can’t believe I ever bought it in the firzt place!” Photo Finish proclaimed while she walked back to her seat at the table while Octavia watched the lovely picture start to go up in flames behind her.

As Impeccable left the room with his hammer hovering beside him, four new additions to the gallery could be seen: one of Octavia, one of Fiddlesticks, a new one of Vinyl, and, finally, one depicting all three of them together. Both Octavia and Fiddlesticks were viewing the new additions to the room. They had never seen themselves look so good in a photo before. They looked so vibrant, and alive, it was almost as if it was not a photograph at all. The last one with the three of them together was straight out of some fantasy calendar, the two sister stood with their backs against each other with Vinyl Scratch mashed in between them. Although, Vinyl was looking a bit too pleased with herself if Octavia had a say in it. Nevertheless, Octavia and Fiddlesticks had to admit that it had been quite fun having their pictures taken by Photo Finish. It had been a whirlwind of poses, flashing lights and one-liner jokes. Some of them rather crude, to get that perfect natural flush to their cheeks.

Octavia turned her attention away from the pictures that Impeccable had just hammered up on the walls, and once more leaned in against the side of Vinyl Scratch while she looked over at Photo Finish. Vinyl's mother was eyeing the three mares in front of her questioningly because of where they had left off before she disappeared with Impeccable when he had interrupted them with the news that the pictures they had taken earlier were ready for final inspection. Photo Finish had gone with him to make that final check, and to see that they were just perfect.

Octavia, Fiddlesticks, and Vinyl had also received a full set ranging from large to a few miniature versions of the photos that they could carry with them at all times.

Octavia met Photo Finish's gaze and knew it was time to tell her why they were there in the first place. So both Vinyl and Octavia had set to telling the story of how they met that first night and the trouble they were now in. As they finished, Vinyl's mother took a rather deep sigh and shook her head.

“Your firzt night, I muzt zay… I am rather relieved that you manage to get away from thoze imbecilez, my dear Octavia. How are you holding up by the way? Are you okay? Do you need a ztronger drink?” she said, looking at Octavia with concern. Octavia gave a nod in assurance.

“No, I don't need a drink right now, but thank you. And I am doing rather well given the circumstances of that night's events. Although, without Vinyl and my sister helping me through all of this, it would most likely be quite a different story I'm afraid. I dare say I am almost glad for the incident now, knowing how it turned out of course. If not for the brutes, I would have never met your wonderful daughter,” Octavia said and leaned over to kiss Vinyl on the cheek.

“You’re such a suck up, you know that?” Vinyl smirked and nuzzled her mare. Fiddlesticks rolled her eyes before murmuring.

“She just wants you to eat her out again.” Fiddle slapped both hooves over her mouth as soon as she realized she had actually said that out loud.

But it was too late, the words had escaped from her mouth and, as a result, the room went completely silent, only the cracking of the burning painting in the fireplace could be heard. Octavia’s face went scarlet from embarrassment, while simultaneously managing to glare quite angrily at Fiddlesticks. Vinyl was shocked as well, but she still had a little smirk as she tried not to laugh. Photo Finish actually looked quite pleased.

“Don’t zou worry to much, my dear Octavia. Just nibble on the base of Vinyl’s ear and she will be eating zou out in no time,” Photo Finish said with a chuckle. Now it was Vinyl’s turn to be horrified as her mom spoke so freely about her hot spots.

“Mom! What the hell!” Vinyl exclaimed, undignified. “How in Tartarus do you even know about that!”

“Zer iz nothing wrong with the eating out of your marefrend onze in awhile, Vinyl darling. In fact, it’s a cornerztone in many a relationship... why your father does thiz amazing thing with hiz tongue that drive’z me” hmmm “BUNKERZ!” Photo Finish proclaimed happily while she watched her daughter squirming at the horror of realizing that her parents were having sex. So far being able to overlook her own existence, which obviously proves the contrary.

“LALALALALALA! Not listening! Not listening!” Vinyl shrieked while trying to force her hooves into her ears.

“Can you two please stop saying eating out?! I won’t be able to order anything in a restaurant for the rest of my life soon!” Octavia yelled desperately, as she too held her hooves pressed over her ears. Fiddlesticks just sat grinning beside them, immensely happy at their predicament, and almost unable to gather how her little slip up could have played out so well to further her own amusement.

“And you Fiddle, you can't be letting your zizter do all the work on Vinyl. In a herd, no one or two member of it must ever be zolely rezponzible for all of the zex and orgazumz! Ztep up to the plate dear filly, or you will be left by the zide way eventually!” Photo Finish said pointing a hoof at Fiddlesticks quite reprimandingly.

“WHAT!” the twins exclaimed at the same time, only to simultaneously follow-up with “She’s my twin sister!” They took a quick fleeting look at each other.

“We could never…” Octavia mumbled.

“You know…” Fiddle continued while scuffing a hoof. “Do the same ponies at the same time…” she then continued.

“It could get weird… maybe,” Octavia finished.

“That iz too bad for all poniez everywhere! You are both completely drop-dead gorgeouz! And I darezay Vinyl doesn’t zeem to object to the idea,, if I’m reading my daughter right?” Photo Finish said with a little mischievous grin. Both Octavia and Fiddlesticks slowly turned towards the mare in question.

Vinyl had become still as one of the many pieces of art, one would think she was art if not for the nosebleed and the shallow breathing. She also sported a very happy far-off look in her eyes while images not for the faint of heart played in front of them.

“I could definitely-”

“Vinyl if you say one thing... Just. One. Thing… and I will end you,” Fiddle threatened, causing a mischievous grin to form on Vinyl’s lips.

“Oh come on Fiddle, I’m just teasing… still we could-”

“You know I still have my cello waiting back home Vinyl… And I’m not talking about a private concert for you either. More along the lines that I will shove it down your throat even without the help of magic if you finish that sentence, my dear fillyfriend,” Octavia added in a disturbingly calm voice, causing Vinyl jaws to immediately snap shut.

“All right, all right, enough with the horzing around, all of uz. We do have zeriouz matterz at hoof darlingz. Dealing with the noblez won’t be eazy. But you two are both right! We cannot have thiz! And I will not ztand for it! Thoze Ruffianz will not know what hit them when we're through with them! But firzt!” Photo Finish grabbed a small bell that was sitting next to her and gave it a little ring, and, a few seconds later, Impeccable strode into the room.

“Yes, madam? How may I be of service?” he asked.

“I would like to invite Mizz Lyrica over for dinner tonight at eight, zo that will be five dining with uz this evening,” Photo Finish told Impeccable.

“Very good, madam. I will see to it immediately,” Impeccable acknowledged with a small nod, before disappearing out to start preparing for tonight’s dinner.

“Are you sure about this, Miss Photo Finish? I mean not to sound ungrateful, but the four of us didn't separate on the best of terms yesterday…” Fiddlesticks said nervously.

“Oh abzolutly! Thingz like thiz zhould be nipped in the butt immediately, leaving it will only make it fezter. Having me and Vinyl prezent will mozt likely keep all of you from exploding too much at each other az well,” Photo Finish said, nodding to herself vigorously.

“Perhaps… Although, I wouldn't count on it,” Octavia said hesitantly, as she looked away with a scowl.

“Don't worry about it, Octy. I won't let her do anything to hurt you ever again,” Vinyl said with her tone surprisingly serious. The leg she wrapped over the gray mare felt both loving and caring.

“Thank you, Vinyl… I don't really know why, but I feel completely safe around you. I mean… we've been together for what? Two days… And yet, it feels like I've known you for years. It’s like I can trust you completely… with anything. Before I met you, I could really only confide in Fiddle, but now that I have you as well, I don’t think I've ever felt as safe as a do around you Vinyl. I’m just... so happy,” Octavia said and snuggled up even more against Vinyl, tucking her head in under her marefriend's chin while sighing blissfully. Vinyl answered by encircling Octavia with her hooves and kissing her lightly on her forehead.

“Ditto babe…” Vinyl answered in a whisper.

“Vinyl, you truly have a way with words,” Fiddlesticks said while rolling her eyes.

“You hush. Don't be jealous that I have her and all you have is a stallion that can hardly play an instrument. Besides, it was sweet,” Octavia said, sticking her tongue out at her sister.

“Ohhhh! Look at the three of you! You look zimply zcrumptious together! I must zay Vinyl, I have never cared for all the other loverz you've brought home before, but you my dear Octavia… I have a very good feeling about you zo far indeed,” Photo Finish said with glee.

“Thank you, Miss Finish…” Octavia started before she got a questioning look across her face. “Wait, all the other lovers? I thought you said you weren't as wild as the tabloids implied?” the gray mare asked and glanced up at Vinyl who was now glaring angrily at her mother.

“Mom… What are you doing?” Vinyl said with quite a bit of bite in her voice. Photo Finish just frowned at her daughter.

“Ohhh, come now, daughter. It's too late to be prudent now. Honeztly, waz there a ztallion or mare at Canterlot College you didn't end up in bed with at one point or another?” Photo Finish said with a raised eyebrow, looking pointedly at Vinyl over the rim of her glasses.

“MOM! Quit it! I'm not like that anymore! Not after you know who!” Vinyl protested fiercely, now glaring daggers at her mother. Photo seemed to relent after some careful consideration and nodded.

“True… You did learn your lezzon even if it waz a bit too late… But ztill you're right, let'z not talk about that dark chapter. Today we are looking ahead, and I do like what I zee my dear Octavia, and you also Fiddlesticks. Even if you should end up not to be a part of my daughters herd, I can clearly see you will be a close friend,” Photo Finish said smiling brightly at all of them.

Both Octavia and Fiddlesticks, however, looked back and forth between mother and daughter questioning.

“I'm sorry, Vinyl… But you can't just say something like that and then leave me in the dark,” Octavia finally uttered. Vinyl Scratch squirmed about quite a bit before taking a sigh and looked Octavia deep in the eyes.

“Okay, okay… You see, I was… you know… Let's say I was a bit wild during college.” Vinyl shook her head. “No… I was actually completely crazy, stupid and out of control,” she said self-reprimanding.

“I was angry at mom and dad for petty and stupid reasons, and I kind of dealt with that by having loads of sex… and… and I made sure mom and dad knew about it just to get a reaction or… or something. It's because of the way I acted back then that there are so many nasty rumors about me doing copious amounts of banging around still exist now a day’s… But I'm not like that anymore, I promise, it was a mistake I made in college, and I paid for it… boy did I pay for it… I might tell you about it all someday, but right now, please just leave it as it is Octavia… please.” Vinyl pleaded with Octavia who looked thoughtfully at her new marefriend. Finally, she nodded and Vinyl shone up in gratitude.

“Okay Vinyl, but mark my words: you will tell me all about your crazy college days sooner or later,” Octavia said as she narrowed her eyes at Vinyl, who nodded and once again draped her foreleg over Octavia’s shoulders and squeezed her lovingly.

“One-day hot stuff, I will. I might even show you a few tricks I picked up back then if you beg me nicely enough,” Vinyl said with an evil grin making a little shudder run through Octavia as she smirked back.

“Oh, by the moon, you two. Thanks a lot! That's just what I need in my head right now! More images of you two going at it like bunnies! It's not fair when Kazooie's not around to scratch my itch you know!” Fiddlesticks protested loudly while she crossed her forelegs and pouted angrily as she looked over at the two now giggling mares across from her.

“Don't worry Fiddle, Vinyl ztill haz that box under the bed I'm not zupposed to know about. You could probably get her to lend you one or zeven of those toyz if you asked her nicely,” Photo Finish said with a smirk as she looked at a now fiercely blushing Vinyl.

“You… You looked in my… You looked in my goody bag?” Vinyl said in disbelief. Photo Finish only nodded.

“MOM! It had a private sticker on it! PRIVATE! Do you know what that means!!!” Vinyl screeched gesturing wildly at her mother, before suddenly going even whiter than her normal coat color.

“What did you see in their…” She almost whispered.

“Everything… you do have quite a collection,” Photo Finish teased. Vinyl Scratch face-hoofed quite loudly.

“I can't believe my mum has seen my Dragon-boy 5000…” Vinyl growled in self-pity. Octavia and Fiddlesticks, however, both looked with wide eyes at each other.

“Dragon-boy 5000… Isn't that-” Octavia was cut off.

“The limited dragon dildo series with two anatomically correctly sculpted shafts and heads…” Fiddlesticks finished before both looked at Vinyl disbelievingly, while Vinyl herself squirmed at the attention she was receiving.

“What! I think it feels awesome okay!” Vinyl proclaimed loudly. Octavia just shook her head before her attention was suddenly focused on Fiddlesticks, who was actually nodding in the background not realizing Octavia was looking at her until their eyes locked. Octavia was now staring at her sister, jaw hanging open.

“What?!” Fiddlesticks said quickly.

“Fiddle… you have… down there?” Octavia couldn't even speak the words.

“Don't judge me!!! If it's done correctly and slowly to begin with it really does feels…” She glanced over at Vinyl. “Awesome,” Fiddlesticks explained defensively.

“I did not need to know that…” Octavia said looking a bit lightheaded.

“Oooo, thiz iz zo much fun! Family dinnerz are going to be much livelier from now on I think,” a completely forgotten Photo Finish said gleefully while clapping her hooves together.

“Now! I'm zorry to zay but I need to run. I have a photo zhoot that began forty minutes ago. Pleaze feel free to do whatever you feel like doing while I'm gone. Impeccable will help you girlz with whatever you need, zo don't be afraid to azk. Zo without further ado I bid you all a good day, and I'll zee you three at dinner, yez!” Photo Finish said loudly while she moved over to the door. Just as she opened it wide she looked back over her shoulder at the three young mares still seated in the room.

“I GO!” Photo Finish proclaimed as she struck one of her signature postures and then disappeared out of the room, with the door slamming shut behind her.

“Mom, got to love her even if she can be a pain in the flank sometimes,” Vinyl Scratch said chuckling.

“Your mum is wonderful Vinyl,” Octavia said with a sigh.

“Yeah… Makes you look at ours in a whole new light doesn't…” Fiddlesticks said forlornly.

“Fiddle! Mom had a very hard time by herself and you know it,” Octavia reprimanded.

“Yes, it was hard for her! But you can't use that excuse to cover for everything she's done! Or the way she is acted towards us on more than one occasion! Stop protecting her so much!” Fiddlesticks shouted angrily while she looked at Octavia.

“You have finally made yourself somewhat free from her… Don't throw it all away by trying to be the perfect daughter she wants us to be again. You know it's impossible, every time either one of us even got close to her ludicrous standard, she would just raise the bar again… ensuring we failed in one way or another,” Fiddlesticks said with a defeated huff.

“You're right, Fiddle… I will not go back, not when I actually have something worth fighting for this time. I won't let her control me as easily as she has so far,” Octavia said and smiled apologetically over at Fiddlesticks who mirrored the smile.

“She won't control you at all! You can count on that, Octy! If she won't make an effort at the dinner tonight, then she is out of here, and believe you me, neither one of you two will ever have to worry about her again,” Vinyl said with quite a lot of bite in her voice.

“Don't you worry, Vinyl, or you Fiddles. In her own somewhat misguided way she's always try to do what's best for us… She does love us, she just has problem showing it sometimes. I'm sure she'll see reason…” Octavia said trying mostly to convince herself.

“You're doing it again, Sis” Fiddlesticks warned. Octavia sighed and shook her head.

“Look, can we just drop this for now? Nothing we say or do here will change what will happen tonight, so let's not argue about it,” Octavia pleaded.

“Were we arguing?” Vinyl Scratch said, looking like she didn't really understand how this could be classified as an argument.

“Damn it! I didn't even get to throw anything!” she complained and through her hooves out wide to emphasize the point. Both Octavia and Fiddlesticks looked at her with a raised eyebrow each.

“It's not an argument unless something breaks!” Vinyl defended her point of view adamantly.

“Riiiiight…” Fiddlesticks and Octavia said in unison before they each shook their heads. Then there was a quiet pause for a few seconds.

“Okay… So what you girls want to do now?” Vinyl Scratch finally asked. Fiddlesticks just shrugged.

“Well… Why don't you show us your room? It would be fun to see where you grew up,” Octavia said and smiled at Vinyl, who just grinned.

“Straight for the bed, I see!” Vinyl said making both Octavia and Fiddle blush a bit, although for different reasons. “Don't worry girls, I'm just teasing… I guess I can show you my wing of the estate.” Vinyl stood up motioned for Octavia and Fiddlesticks to follow her. They hadn't gone more than a few steps when the two mares behind Vinyl stopped abruptly in their tracks.

“Wait! Your wing?! You have a whole freaking wing to yourself here?” Fiddlesticks burst out.

“Well, yeah. Mom and Dad always made me welcome here. Me not coming here is just a bit of a pride issue I still have going okay. They cut me off from the family fortune to teach me to respect money and to show me what it takes to earn it. So, until they deem me ‘worthy’ as they say, I won't spend a single bit of their money on myself. And that includes staying here, or using any of the stuff I bought while I lived at home,” Vinyl said stubbornly.

“But… We are here now and even asking your mum for help?” Octavia said questioningly.

“Yes… But it's about more than just me now isn't it?” Vinyl said and smiled back at her marefriend. Octavia blushed and quickly moved in, nuzzling Vinyl lovingly.

“Thank you. It couldn't have been easy coming back here asking for help after making it on your own for so long,” Octavia said and kissed Vinyl deeply and passionately. There was a loud, sloppy pop as their lips finally separated from each other.

“Mmmmm… Totally worth it!” Vinyl hummed happily.

“So, what do you think is for dinner?” Fiddlesticks asked as she walked up alongside Vinyle.

“I think mom was planning on-” Vinyl's smirk grew “-eating out.” Two hooves immediately shot out, one from each Octavia and Fiddlesticks respectively, smacking Vinyl loudly upside the head.

“Hmmm... Totally worth it!” Vinyl chuckled merrily as she started to lead the two gorgeous, but now fuming, mares behind her towards her own part of the mansion.

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Syvvak - pre-reader/editor
Fox-Sama - AKA flowmaster

Author's Note

Yay it back!!! And now over 300 up votes!!! Thanks all of you, and as a reward this story is officially up and running again ^^

I also have to give a shout out to Fox-Sama for being so patient and waiting for me until I got around to this story again.
And thank you Syvvak for your awesome editing as usual. And both of you for your input and critique whenever I strayed off the path of a good story. Thank you both very much!!!