Chapters A Different Kind of Music...
Chapter 1 Wake-up Sleepyheads...
A Different Kind of Music... Chapter 1 Wake-up Sleepyheads
Her skull was pounding like nobody's business, still echoing with the throbbing bass from the night before. She tried to recall what had happened, but everything was a blurred, fuzzy mess in her head. She cracked an eye open and instantly regretted it, when pain seemed to have found another way of tormenting her. She groaned and rolled over, latching on to the warmth of the pony lying next to her.
Ohhh my head! Never party with a pink pony at a wedding! Honestly I should have learned to stay away from that pink nightmare, especially after what transpired at the grand galloping gala last year. She almost ruined my career and… WAIT A MINUTE! Octavia thoughts echoed in her head while her hoof carefully caressed the body of what was obviously somepony lying next to her.
“Oh dear…” Octavia croaked out hoarsely, when she realized she wasn't alone in the bed. Had she truly been so drunk she had walked home with some random stallion after the wedding between Princess Mi Amore Cadenza and Shining Armor? Fearing the worst she cracked her eyes open only to see a hasty image of white and two tone blue in front of her. She had to wait for a couple of seconds before her vision cleared. When she was finally able to see the pony in front of her, she felt her heart skip a beat. The pristine and almost sparkling snow white coat, together with a two tone blue and messy mane. The final thing Octavia noticed was the Ivory white horn protruding from the forehead.
Well… She is a very nice looking unicorn. A bit rough around the edges though. Octavia thought with a little smile, looking dreamily at the mare in front of her, before the stark realization hit her.
“SHE!!!” Octavia shrieked and backpedalled until she fell off the bed with a loud thud. Lazily the mare on the bed opened her eyes at the loud noise, and sat upright.
“Huuu… what…?” The mare asked still half asleep. Octavia bolted up onto her hooves beside the bed, fully awake and now in complete panic mode.
“Who are you? What did you do to me?! And where have you brought me, you ruffian?! Oooh……” Octavia suddenly stopped her shouting as she looked around, only to realize she was in her own bedroom. The white mare sitting on her bed was pressing her hooves forcefully over her ears.
“Oh buck that hurt… Could you please lower the sound waves, my head is about to split open.” The white mare growled while she started to search for something.
“Who are you then? And how did…” Octavia was cut off as a memory suddenly started playing out in front of her mind's eye.
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“This is where I live. Are you sure you don't want to stay Vinyl, instead of going back to that cheesy hotel of yours? It has after all been a marvelous night so far…” Octavia said with an amorous voice, trying to keep herself from giggling while she swayed a bit on her hooves.
What is with me? I’ve never been like this around a mare. Is it because I'm drunk? Oh dear I am drunk aren't I? Octavia thought while she looked at the beauty in front of her, and suddenly she didn't care anymore.
“I don't know… I've never really done anything like this before. No matter what you read in the tabloids, I'm not really that lose… At least not when it comes to you know, that.” Vinyl answered, although the way she was looking at Octavia told her all she needed to know.
“Oh by the moon, I could just gobble you up right now…” Octavia whispered while she grabbed Vinyl behind the head and kissed her deeply, not for the first time that night either. They both tilted their heads as they leaned into it, letting their tongues explore each other's cavities while they played around with each other. With a final moan they both separated looking dreamily at each other. Octavia just couldn't wrap her head around the beauty of Vinyl ruby red eyes. And Vinyl was likewise spellbound by Octavia´s own light purple windows to the sole. With a wide grin Octavia wrapped her hooves about Vinyl.
“Well I'm not letting you go that easy! You have to come up for a glass of wine at least. To… To… To celebrate our new friendship!” Octavia said while they staggered towards the entrance of the high-class apartment building. Vinyl giggling mischievously while she was being pulled along.
“Okay Octy… one glass to celebrate.” Vinyl said as they both stumbled into the building.
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Octavia couldn't believe it; she had actually pulled her in!
“Vi… Vinyl?” Octavia asked timidly. The white unicorn was still looking for something, but was obviously having little success in finding it.
“Where the hell are my glasses?” Vinyl said while she stuck her hoof beneath one of the pillows.
“Ahhah! There they are!” She said triumphantly, while she pulled out what she thought would be her famed sun-glasses… It obviously wasn't, both mare´s turn a crimson shade of red while Vinyl drop the object as if it had burned her. It flopped down on the bed between the two mares. While a memory simultaneously started playing out in front of Vinyl and Octavia.
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Vinyl had her face buried deep in the pillow, screaming out in until then for her unprecedented sexual pleasure. Never in her life had anything felt so right and so good. Octavia was behind her raised rump, sliding a good-sized purple dildo in and out of her glistening marehood, while lovingly stroking one of her cutie Mark's. The attentiveness and grace with which Octavia was doing it sent wave after wave of pleasure through Vinyl´s body, she moaned loudly with her tongue hanging out the side of her mouth.
“I say Vinyl… Just how deep are you? You could probably take one or two sizes bigger than this dildo, easily…” Octavia said lovingly, while she continued her ministration, trying to think of some way to pleasure Vinyl even more. A mischievous grin then spread on Octavia's face, before she planted her lips around Vinyl´s clitoris and carefully started to suck at it while at the same time flicking it with her tongue. The reaction was instantaneous. Vinyl head shot up while she screamed in pure ecstasy.
“OCTAVIA!!! YES!YES!YES!YES! You wonderful grey goddess! YEEEEEEEES!!! ” Vinyl screamed while she came harder then she had ever come in her life.
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Octavia was white as a sheet while she looked at her until recently private dildo; both she and Vinyl were now staring at each other with mouth´s hanging open in shock.
“What the buck did we do last night?” Vinyl wondered looking at the grey mare standing at the edge of the bed, both Octavia's front hooves covering her mouth in disbelief. Her dark grey mane falling gracefully along her back, and her two light purple eyes looking straight into Vinyl's own.
Wow… She's a total knockout! Vinyl thought dreamily before she suddenly remembered the one word in that sentence that wasn’t supposed to be there and froze. At the same time Octavia got a very strange look on her face, as she registered something she hadn't felt before now. A feeling that triggered another memory from the night before.
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“Are you sure Octy? It won't get stuck in there or something?” Vinyl wondered while she pushed a love egg in to Octavia´s completely soaked vagina. It was now Octavia who was standing with her rump in the air, tail lifted high, while she glanced back towards Vinyl with a mischievous little smile on her features.
“Oh yes darling… positive… I wanted to be penetrated by it as deeply as is physically possible… And don't you dare tell me anything before you switch it on either…” Octavia said in an unfathomably sultry Canterlot accent that sent shivers down Vinyl spine. She just loved Octavia´s voice; just couldn't get enough of it. With a big grin plastered across her face Vinyl inserted the purple dildo after the love egg, and used the dildo to push it as deeply into Octavia as she could. Octavia in the meanwhile couldn't help but give up pleasurable moans as she slowly felt herself being filled up.
“Yes… Oh yes… please… please make love to me Vinyl…” Octavia whispered hoarsely, while Vinyl started sliding the dildo in and out of her. The little controller for the love egg was now barely hanging out of Octavia´s vagina, while the purple dildo was picking up speed above it. Vinyl now grasped both the dildo and controller with her magic, before startling Octavia by suddenly flipping her onto her back. She gave a little cry in surprise before her eyes fell on Vinyl, who was now slowly making her way up towards Octavia. She started agonizingly slowly kissing and licking every square inch of Octavia´s now exposed chest and belly, while she continued to use her magic to pleasure Octavia´s soaked nether lips with the purple dildo. Octavia was taking deep ragged breaths while she watched Vinyl making her way up towards her. But after only a minute Octavia just couldn't take it anymore, and grabbed Vinyl head, pulling the white mare up towards herself, their lips meeting in a deep and passionate kiss. Vinyl seeing this as the perfect opportunity to switch on the love egg.
“Ohhhhhh! Yes! Yes!” Octavia immediately cried out in pleasure while arching her back off the bed, feeling the egg starting to vibrate so very deep inside of her. Her eyes flew open when Vinyl also started to increase the pace with the dildo. They both looked at each other in utter euphoria, unable to comprehend the fact that they had found each other. Vinyl and Octavia once again started passionately kissing one another; while there hooves explored every inch of each other's bodies. Stroking and caressing everything they could reach as if this was the only chance they would ever have to do so. Suddenly one of Vinyl´s hooves had found its way down between Octavia's thighs, and now carefully caressed her clitoris.
“Yes! Yes! Ohhh yes! Vinyl! Make me come! Please make me come Vinyl!” Octavia cried out, to which Vinyl immediately redoubled her efforts with the dildo and switched the love egg onto its highest setting.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Yes Vinyl! Yes Vinyl! YES VINYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL!!! ” Octavia screamed while her orgasm sent wave after wave of pleasure rocketing through her body. It had all been so unbelievably wonderful; she had never felt so satisfied and loved during her entire life.
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Octavia hooked onto the little controller, and started pulling on it. She was unable to suppress a little moan when the love egg popped out and landed between her legs on the floor. She stared at it both horrified and mesmerized while now leaning against the bed. Unbelievably it still gave sporadic little buzzes, the battery by now more or less completely spent. Vinyl crawled over and looked down at the little pink thing.
“Wow Octy… you had that up your snitch all night?” Vinyl asked with a grin when she finally looked up at Octavia again. Octavia blushed profusely and only managed to give a little sputter in reply. Slowly the night before started to clarify in her memories, the thing that surprised Octavia though, was that it hadn't been an awful night at all that lead up to her being in this rather compromising position. She would even go so far as to say she had thoroughly enjoyed the company of this brash and straightforward pony from the moment they meat actually…
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Octavia was standing at the open bar; waiting for the bartender to return with her ordered drink, vodka martini, hoof shaken not magically stirred. Around her neck she had on her trademark pink bow-tie.
At the same time the bartender returned with her drink, Octavia could see three widely grinning stallions slowly saunter up towards her, suppressing a groan Octavia reluctantly turned towards them, trying not to let her annoyance show. The three stallions were obviously from the nobility, which most likely meant they were after just one thing.
“Well hello there dark, grey and beautiful…” The obvious leader amongst them said while looking at her in a way that made her skin crawl.
Ohh bingo, why can’t I even get through one social event, without having at least a hoof full of these creeps make a move on me… Octavia thought wearily, and the receptions after weddings were notoriously worse than other such social gatherings. This trio of stallions would make it the eighth subtle proposal to partake in indecent behavior she would turn down this evening… and she wasn't even half way through it yet!
“What do you say you followed us into the gardens and make some beautiful music miss…” The leader asked while grunting in approval as he continued to look her over.
Well scratch subtle proposal. She thought.
“Octavia… and tempting as your offer is” -she shuddered a bit - “I do believe I'll have to decline.” She answered turning away only to realize she had been boxed in by his two companions. She scowled at them, making to go between them, only for them to block her more thoroughly.
“Now don't be like that beautiful! You should feel quite honored that we picked you for our entertainment tonight. The delight of pleasing your betters is not something that is offered to just any common mare you know.” The leader said as he looked straight at her, with a smug smile across his face. Octavia was now glaring back at him.
“Not just offered to any mare you say?” Octavia asked in a flat tone.
“Mmmhm…” He answered once again looking at her flanks.
“So what was my name again?” Octavia asked.
“What…? Hmmm well… It's…” He said while trying to remember. Octavia was now frowning at him. The stallion just side and dropped all the pretenses.
“Look here wench… you're gone come with us; we are going to fuck you. If you're nice and accommodating, you might even enjoy some of it, afterwards you can go back to doing whatever it is you commoners do. So quit pretending to be difficult, every pony knows you lowborn hussies love getting it any time and any place.” The noble stallion said pointedly looking down his snout at her. Octavia just stood there, in open mouthed astonishment at what she had just heard.
“Are you serious?! I wouldn't go anywhere with you for all the bits in Equestria!” She snarled out. The stallion just grinned back at her.
“Hooo this is going to be fun… Let's go guys!” He said and turned around chuckling. Octavia tried to bolt, only to realize her body was moving of its own accord. She was following the three stallions quite jerkily. Not until now had she noticed that all the three stallions were actually unicorns, and furthermore their horns were glowing. Feeling panic starting to rise within her she tried to call for help, only to realize she couldn't open her mouth to do so. This was when they walked past a white unicorn mare with a two tone blue spiky mane, and purple sunglasses on, despite it being night. The white mare stopped, and then turned around looking after them with a raised eyebrow.
Octavia couldn't see any of this since she was forced to look straight ahead, and the three stallions only had eyes for their conquest of the night. They disappeared into the hedge labyrinth, and after a few minutes they started joking loudly about all the terrible things they were going to do to her, once they've reached their little love nest. Which they had prepared even before the reception started. Octavia was now in full panic mode, but try as she may, she could not break free from the spell the stallions had on her. All of a sudden there were three bright flashes, followed by three shrieks of pain. Octavia fell to the ground when the spell controlling her limbs suddenly stopped. She looked around herself in utter confusion, seeing that all three stallions were unconscious. And that their horns were smoking quite fiercely.
“Are you okay there cutie?” A gruff but well-meaning female voice asked her from a distance. Octavia slowly looked behind her seeing the white female unicorn from earlier looking at her with concern. Octavia swallowed a bit, and then nodded. The female unicorn smirked, and started trotting up towards Octavia.
“Not to contradict you or anything there honey… But you look paler than me right now, and that's saying something.” The mare said as she stopped beside Octavia.
“Well… yes… that wasn't… a very pleasant experience…” Octavia murmured.
“No I bet it wasn't, still glad I saw those jerks before things got out of hoof.” The white unicorn said while she stabbed her hoof into the side of the unconscious leader.
“How… How did you know? And who are you?” Octavia asked shakily.
“Names Vinyl… And we see that spell from time to time down at the club's. There's always some idiot of a stallion thinking he's found the ticket to Maresville, just because he discovers the puppet master spell. That's why we always have a unicorn security guard at the door scanning for it and other such spells on any pony that leaves. And by the way they were tugging you along; it was quite obvious they were complete amateurs.” The mare answered with a grin. Octavia finally took a deep breath, and started to relax a bit.
“Thank you… Thank you so very much, you really saved me Vinyl. My name is Octavia by the way.” Octavia said while she gracefully stood up again.
“That was nothing Octy! Glad I could help! Now let's go find some guards to take care of this trash.” Vinyl said motioning with her hoof towards the unconscious stallions. Octavia frowned down at them, and gave the one closest to her a firm kick in the ribs before moving off after Vinyl with a satisfied grin.
“At a girl!” Vinyl said enthusiastically when Octavia caught up to her. And together they made their way out of the labyrinth.
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Octavia was now sitting down on the bed next to a grinning Vinyl. She finally remembered the whole night from start to finish, and except for the stallions, it had been quite simply the most amazing night in her life. Looking down at the still grinning Vinyl, who was lying next to her on her back looking up at Octavia, she cocked an eyebrow in amusement.
“So… What do we do now?” Octavia wondered. Vinyl just shrugged.
“I don't know… I was a complete virgin when it comes to this filly fouler business before last night.” Vinyl admitted while she propped herself up on one hoof, and started carefully stroking Octavia´s velvet soft back. Octavia felt a pleasurable shiver run through her and she started smiling down at Vinyl.
“Yeah me too… Although this does explain a lot about why I never really had a colt friend to speak of, I was never able to form a connection with them…” Octavia said while she thought back on the few stallions she been with while growing up.
“I hear you girl… I was just with them because… well… because it was expected I guess. And I have to admit, some of them stallion hoods did manage to fill me up quite nicely, even though it was just about the physical pleasure and no real feelings to speak of in those relationships.” Vinyl said in a carefree voice. Octavia just nodded sadly down at Vinyl, recognizing herself almost completely in what Vinyl had said. Octavia then pushed Vinyl down on her back again, laying her head across Vinyl´s alabaster white chest, and sighing contentedly.
“I don't think we have to worry about that this time.” Octavia said looking lovingly at Vinyl who was beaming up at her.
“Yeah I'm cool with this…” Vinyl said and raised her head towards Octavia, who met her halfway in their first kiss without being affected by alcohol. They slowly moved their heads from side to side, letting each other's tongues explore as much as they possibly could before having to break off, panting heavily.
“Wow!!!” They both uttered simultaneously, and then giggled like little school filly´s.
“I… I know this is a bit backward, but are you free tonight?” Octavia wondered.
“For you… definitely! I'm free all day.” Vinyl answered while she ran her hooves through Octavia´s dark grey mane. Octavia smiled and leaned in for another kiss.
“Good… Then we'll go out for dinner and maybe a movie later tonight.” Octavia said when they broke off their kiss.
“You mean like a date?” Vinyl wondered.
“Yeah… like a date…” Octavia answered before they started kissing again. After a little while Octavia got out of bed and started heading for the shower. Vinyl was once again on her back with her head hanging over the edge of the bed.
“Hooo... my grey goddess… You're even more beautiful when you're upside down…” Vinyl practically whimpers. Octavia stopped and looked back towards Vinyl with a raised eyebrow, before bursting out in a sultry smirk.
“Behave Vinyl.” Octavia said appreciatively, before continuing into the bathroom. Although she was now swaying her flanks a lot more when she knew Vinyl was watching every step she took. Vinyl gave another little whimper as Octavia disappear out of sight. She heard how Octavia turned on the faucets in the shower, and unbeknownst to her new mare-friend Octavia had a very mischievous look on her face.
“Are you coming or what?!” Octavia called out from the shower. She heard how Vinyl started to frantically scramble out of the bed, and then there was a loud thud when she fell out of it, followed by some cursing while she tried to unravel the bed sheets she was now tangled in, and then finally a mad dash towards the half open door to the bathroom. Just before Vinyl became visible through the door she came to a screeching halt. A deep breath to collected herself, and then she walked into the bathroom trying to look as cool as possible. This failed utterly when she laid her eyes on Octavia; she was standing on her back legs, leaning against the shower wall on one hoof while the other was tucked neatly against her side. She was now also looking back over her shoulder at Vinyl who was just standing there, staring open-mouthed at her new mare-friend.
“Care to join me?” Octavia wondered within an inviting smile. Vinyl now only grinned stupidly at Octavia from the entrance to the bathroom.
“I think I can swing that…” She answered excitedly and trotted into the now open hooves of Octavia waiting for her in the shower. Even if yesterday had been the best day in either of their lives… today already seemed to have an edge on it… and it looks like it was only going to get better!
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Thanks to ThatOnePony570 for the Pre-read/Edit
Author's Note
Well hello every pony!!! This is a little side project I've started alongside my main story True Black because I got a little bit weary of it and just needed another outlet. Since it a side project it will be updated sporadically depending on how much work I put into True Black, or if I get some divine inspiration at some point or another.
That's really all I had to say about this, hope you enjoy the ride!
A Different Kind of Music...
Chapter 2 I Forgot About That...
A Different Kind of Music... Chapter 2 I Forgot About That...
Octavia trotted into the spacious kitchen to find Vinyl rummaging through the cupboards. It had taken Vinyl all of three minutes to get herself ready for a new day. All she had really done was dry herself off with a towel before she walked out of the bathroom, saying something about getting started on breakfast. Octavia had spent quite a bit more time getting ready. Partly because she had a long, flowing mane instead of short and spiky one, but mostly because she was an earth pony, so it just took longer for her to do things naturally than it did with magic. She continued to study Vinyl who, at this point, had crawled more than half way into the cupboard she was exploring.
“Do you need help with anything, dear?” Octavia asked.
“Yeah! Where's the coffee?” Vinyl wondered.
“Coffee? I don't have any coffee, it's so revolting…,” Octavia said, scrunching up her nose a bit at the thought of the black brew. Vinyl went completely still, before she stiffly turned towards Octavia. The look on her face was like she had been told night is day, and up was down.
“You don't have coffee?” Vinyl said a light hint of panic in her voice.
“No, But I have a wide assortment of lovely teas you can try, my dear.” Octavia said with a pleasant smile. Vinyl just looked at her for a few seconds, before heading past her and out of the kitchen leaving a lovely breakfast spread out on the table.
“I need coffee. Is there a café nearby?” Was all Vinyl said as she passed Octavia.
“Oh, come on dear. Surely you can make due for one morning? I have a lovely mint tea you're sure to like.” Octavia said, hoping the two of them could continue with their, so far, perfect morning. Vinyl turned around with a raised eyebrow.
“Mint tea? Right… I don't think so, foxy,” Vinyl uttered, at the same time as a loud knocking was heard from the front door. Now it was Octavia who had a perplexed look on her face.
“Oh, who could that be?” she wondered aloud, a bit annoyed, as she trotted past Vinyl, towards the door. Octavia opened it only to freeze where she stood, and then she slammed it shut, her eyes wide and heart pounding.
“Fiddlesticks!” She shrieked in alarm.
“Fiddlesticks? You actually use that lame curse word?” Vinyl said with a grin, thinking of all the new ones she could teach Octavia.
“What? No! Fiddlesticks is my sister.” Octavia said heatedly.
“You have a sister?” Vinyl said, surprised.
“Yes. We are twins and she is…”Octavia didn't get any further because of a loud banging on the door. Vinyl couldn't hear it though, since in her mind she was back in Octavia´s bed. Only this time, there were two Octavias on the bed with her, slowly and hungrily kissing their way up along her body.
“Oooh, if only…” Vinyl whispered hoarsely to herself.
“Octavia, what the hay is going on?!” Fiddlesticks called through the door.
“Oh nononono, she cannot find out about this!” Octavia once again shrieked.
“Find out about what? I can hear you through the door you know!” Fiddlesticks informed Octavia. Octavia's expression immediately grew even more panicked.
“Quickly! Teleport somewhere!” Octavia called over to Vinyl.
“What? I can’t teleport. And even if I could, I would need to see where I'm going or else I might end up fused together with the sidewalk, a wall or some random pony unlucky enough to be where I re-appear,” Vinyl said. Octavia was frantically looking around the room.
“The closet! Hide in the closet!” Octavia shrieked, gesturing towards frantically it with her hooves.
“Can still hear you over here!” Fiddlesticks called through the door again. Octavia finally slumped down, realizing there was no helping this. With a deep sigh, she turned around and opened the door again. Outside stood a very cross looking Fiddlesticks, who was now glaring at her sister.
“You better have a darn good explanation for…” Fiddlesticks stopped talking as her eyes fell upon Vinyl. Vinyl, for her part, was staring at what was more or less a mirror image of Octavia, the only difference being coloration, Fiddlesticks had a yellow coat with a dark blue mane and tail. Her eyes were light blue; they even had the same treble clef cutie mark, except that Fiddlestick's is light blue instead of Octavia´s purple. The biggest difference between them was, instead of Octavia´s trademark pink bowtie, Fiddlesticks had a white Stetson sitting on her head, and a red scarf tied around her neck.
“Well, hello there! You must be a new friend of Octavia´s. My name is Fiddlesticks. You have to excuse my somewhat unsisterly manners, but my dear sister here was supposed to meet me at the train station an hour ago, and then treat me to that brunch she promised,” Fiddlesticks said, looking sternly at Octavia.
“Ooh, I am so sorry Fiddles! I totally forgot you were coming today. I feel simply awful. Please, come in; we were just about to have breakfast,” Octavia said, ushering her sister through the door.
“You forgot? This was all your idea!” Fiddlesticks exclaimed, making Octavia wince a bit, and looking extremely sheepish while she rubbed a hoof behind her head.
“Yes… sorry… I was distracted…,” Octavia murmured.
“Nice to meet you, Fiddles! Name's Vinyl Scratch,” Vinyl introduced herself. Fiddlesticks smiled pleasantly at her.
“Well, Miss Scratch, it's a pleasure to meet you. Now, did you say something about breakfast dear sister, because I'm so ravenous I could eat an entire hay bale myself,” Fiddlesticks said as she walked past Octavia and Vinyl into the kitchen.
“Just call me Vinyl. No Miss or any such snooty stuff,” Vinyl told Fiddlesticks as she walked by.
“Oh, so you're a down-to-earth kind of pony. That's just wonderful. Octavia doesn't know too many of those… Actually, she doesn't know too many ponies at all,” Fiddlesticks said, covering her mouth with a hoof to suppress a giggle.
“Fiddles! Just because you're married into the biggest family in all of Equestria, that doesn't make you the Alicorn of friend making,” Octavia scoffed.
“Oh, don't be jealous sister. I'm sure you will find your special stallion someday. You just have to be patient,” Fiddlesticks said while she studied the breakfast laid out in front of her.
“Where is the coffee?” Fiddlesticks wondered. Octavia groaned.
“I don't drink Coffee, so I don't have any,” she muttered. Fiddles just gave her a blank stare, and then moved past the two mares in the doorway.
“Where are you going?” Octavia asked.
“Café. I need my morning coffee,” Fiddlesticks answered while she walked out the front door.
“I like her!” Vinyl stated happily.
“You don't think we could all…” She gestured towards the bedroom with her head. Octavia got a scandalized look across her reddening face when she understood what Vinyl was getting at.
“She's married! And into stallions!” Octavia shrieked. Instantly Vinyl burst out in a white smile.
“She's married and into stallions. If that's all that's stopping you foxy, I do know a mare that would most likely be up for it…” Vinyl said with an evil grin. Octavia's pupils shrank to dots, while her mouth tried to give an answer. Vinyl suddenly burst out laughing.
“Don't worry ,Octy! Just messing with ya. You should see the look on your face right now. Priceless,” She giggled. Octavia took a deep breath, and then shoved Vinyl away from herself.
“Your insufferable, you know that?” She asked. Vinyl couldn't stop giggling as she walked out the door.
“Where are you going?” Octavia asked.
“The Café to get coffee with Fiddles! Back in a minute!” Vinyl called from the hallway while she hurried after Fiddlesticks. Octavia sighed again before walking into the kitchen to set out another place at the table. When she was done, Octavia sat down, waiting for what was most definitely two of the biggest pains in her flank to come back and enjoy breakfast with her. Well… two biggest pains excluding her parent´s, that is.
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Thanks to ThatOnePony570 and Syvvak for the Pre-read/Edit
Author's Note
A short little chapter this time, but I'm already working on the next so don't you folks worry none!
A Different Kind of Music...
A Different Kind of Music... Chapter 3 Bad News...
Finally Octavia, Vinyl and Fiddlesticks were all seated at the breakfast table, Vinyl and Fiddlesticks each nursing a cup of joe, while Octavia happily whiffed at her own special blend of mint tea. Fiddles took a drink of her coffee, while carefully eyeing Octavia and Vinyl, who were both leaning in very closely towards each other.
“So, Vinyl, what do you do when you're not socializing with my sister?” she asked. Vinyl, who had been looking dreamily at Octavia from the corner of her eye, suddenly remembered there was somepony else at the table.
“Huu… what… Ohh… I'm a DJ! I rock out all over Canterlot, and Equestria for that matter. Perhaps you now my stage name, DJ Pon-3,” Vinyl said, grinning with pride.
“No, sorry. Can't say I do,” Fiddlesticks answered before taking a bite out of her daisy sandwich. Vinyl looked like somebody had just stolen her puppy.
“You're DJ Pon-3? You've got posters hanging all over Canterlot saying you are the new resident DJ at the new Club Fleur-de-Lis!” Octavia proclaimed.
“Yeah, I'm going to be when they reopen the club next week. Fleur-de-Lis was at one of my gigs a month ago in Trottingham and offered me the position of head DJ of Club Fleur-de-Lis on the spot,” Vinyl said proudly, tapping herself on her puffed up chest.
“So, that's big I'm guessing,” Fiddles stated.
“Yes, it is. Fleur-de-Lis bought old Club Canterlot a month ago. It will be reopened as Club Fleur-de-Lis next week, and will, without a doubt, be the most exclusive club in all of Equestria. Every DJ with a speck of talent wanted that gig, but since I'm the best, I got it,” Vinyl said smugly.
“It's more or less like me playing as lead cellist in the Canterlot Orchestra," Octavia said, before smiling at Vinyl. "And it also means you'll be staying permanently in Canterlot from now on.”
“Yes, more or less. I'll still have a few guest gigs every now and again around Equestria, both to promote myself and Club Fleur-de-Lis,” Vinyl said and wiggled her eyebrows.
“Yes, well, that all sounds lovely. I'm into country-western myself, so I don't really know a lot about the club scene in Canterlot,” Fiddlesticks commented as she finished the last of her coffee. She looked over at Vinyl, who still had almost all of her coffee left. The only thing she had been doing during breakfast so far was eyeing her sister. Octavia´s eyes seem to be sparkling a lot at the news that Vinyl was becoming a permanent resident of Canterlot, as well. Something was starting to click in the back of her mind, but she wasn't quite ready to face that openly.
“So… when did you to meet each other? It's been awhile since we saw each other Octavia, but still, I have never heard of your friendship with Vinyl before today,” Fiddlesticks innocently asked. Both Octavia and Vinyl squirmed a bit in their seats while they looked at each other. Finally, Vinyl raised an eyebrow at Octavia.
“It's your show Octy,” Vinyl informed her, while giving her a supportive smile. Octavia nodded, and then look squarely at Fiddlesticks.
“Vinyl isn't just my friend… We have kind of”-Octavia bit her lower lip before continuing-“fallen for each other,” she finally managed to say. Finally, all the little tell tales during the morning lined up before Fiddlesticks, and then her lower jaw hit the table.
“WHAT!!!” she shouted, causing both Octavia and Vinyl to cringe.
“What is with you two and crazy high volumes in the morning…” Vinyl muttered while rubbing her left ear, which had been turned towards Fiddlesticks at that moment.
“So you! And you!” Fiddles said, gesturing between the two other mares at the table, both of which had very big smiles on their faces.
“Yeah… I'm the luckiest mare in the world for having found Octy,” Vinyl said, putting her hoof across Octavia´s shoulder, and then leaning in to nuzzle her lovingly. Octavia couldn't help but giggle, before turning her head and kissing Vinyl right on the lips. Fiddlesticks mouth was moving throughout the scene, without being able to make a sound. The long kiss ended and finally Fiddles was able to gather herself again.
“Wow… that's… wow. Did not see that coming,” Fiddlesticks finally managed to say.
“Oh, I can guarantee you she's been coming! All night long, as a matter of fact,” Vinyl said with a grin, and started kissing Octavia along her neck. Fiddlesticks now had a very strained smile, while her left eye was fidgeting quite a bit.
“Do you have… you have any idea what this will do to mother?” Fiddlesticks asked, heatedly. At the mention of their mother, Octavia froze.
“Don't make me think about it,” she said with a shudder. Vinyl stopped messing about when she noticed the mood of the two sisters.
“Wait… You're not going to get in trouble with your family, are you?” Vinyl asked carefully. Both Octavia and Fiddlesticks gave a desperate little laugh.
“Let's just say she extradited me from the family a couple of years ago because I chose country-western music instead of Orchestral when I grew up,” Fiddlesticks said with a sad look.
“And it was a done deal when I fell in love with Kazooie from Ponyville. She was absolutely furious. Her little doll of a daughter, falling in love with the country bumpkin banjo player! She was so scandalized she didn't speak to me for a year,” Fiddles continued with sigh.
“Sorry if I'm blunt, but your mother sounds like a cold bitch,” Vinyl said with a frown, looking between Octavia and Fiddlesticks.
“She's only trying to make us do what she thinks is best for us… although, she has a very strict idea about what that is sometimes,” Octavia said, trying to defend her mother a little bit.
“Yeah, that's true. She did help me and Kazooie when we found ourselves in a little bit of a financial situation, even though it was mostly so she could rub our noses in it every time we meet now,” Fiddlesticks said, hanging her head.
“Okay, that's it! No more talking about your mother. Besides, I don't care what she says, I'll never let you go Octavia… not for anything,” Vinyl stated firmly. Octavia smiled at her, before nuzzling into Vinyl´s neck.
“Ooooh that is adorable...,” Fiddlesticks said with a giggle.
“So, you never told me how you two met,” Fiddles said, now much more relaxed than before. Octavia looked over at her sister.
“Actually, Vinyl saved me from three stallions that just wouldn't take no for an answer,” she said and kissed Vinyl on her cheek, causing her to blush a bit at the praise.
“Ah, shucks… It was nothing, really! Those idiots were so busy dragging you along with that puppet master spell that I had no problem at all knocking them all out cold with my first try,” Vinyl said sheepishly, rubbing one hoof behind her head.
“I really haven't thanked you enough for that yet. Although, I never think I will be able to either... but you might be willing to let me try,” Octavia stated, and locked her lips with Vinyl's in another kiss.
“Wait! They were using a spell on you! That's illegal!” Fiddlesticks screeched when the implication dawned on her.
“Yeah, we know. Those noble creeps are rotting in jail right now, so we don't have to worry about them anymore,” Octavia said, looking over at Fiddlesticks. For the second time that morning, a loud knocking was heard from the front door.
“I swear, if that's mom and dad… you better learn how to teleport three ponies really quickly, Vinyl,” Octavia said while she moved towards the front door. When she opened it, she could see a messenger pony standing outside.
“I have a court summons for Miss Octavia and Miss Vinyl Scratch,” the pegasus messenger stated, holding out a letter for her. Octavia accepted the letter with a thank you, and brought it into the two waiting mares at the breakfast table.
“So, who was it?” Vinyl asked.
“Just some messenger. Apparently, we already have a court date set,” Octavia said, opening the letter. As she read through it, a look of pure disbelief donned her features.
“You got to be kidding me!” Octavia exclaimed in pure rage.
“What…” Vinyl asked worriedly.
“They've been released on bail! And not only that, they are saying we lured them into the maze, attempting to rob them! And have counter-sued us for assault! We are summoned to appear before the court in two days!” Octavia screamed as she slammed the letter down on top of the table, spilling Vinyl´s coffee over it. Octavia was leaning over the cursed letter, barely able to contain her fury.
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A Different Kind of Music...
Chapter 4 Troublesome Relations…
A Different Kind of Music... Chapter 4 Troublesome Relations…
Octavia, Vinyl and Fiddlesticks more or less collapsed as soon as they got past the door to Octavia´s apartment. The day hadn't turned out as they wanted it at all. Ever since the court summons, everything had gone downhill. Spending the day walking from law firm to law firm only to be repeatedly turned away, instead of having fun and getting to know each other better. Slowly, the three defeated mares trotted into Octavia´s living room and made themselves as comfortable as they could.
“This is a total drag!” Vinyl said angrily. “How could every law firm refuse our case?! I mean, it's an open and shut case not even an idiot can lose! Who the hell are these guys?” Vinyl continued, looking at the other two mares.
“They are old money, nobility with connections and the ruthlessness to use them,” Fiddlesticks answered.
“Well that sucks!” Vinyl exclaimed. “Can't we just bring this to the attention of the Princess? I'm sure she would make mincemeat of those guys in no time,” Vinyl said hopefully.
“It's a nice thought, but we would have to fight our way through three courts of law before we would even have a chance to maybe be able to present our case to Princess Celestia. And we would run out of money fighting our way through the system, long before we even got close to the Princess,” Octavia said while she rolled onto her side on the big, fluffy pillow she was now sprawled upon.
“In theory, any pony can appeal to the Princess. But in real life, it doesn't work that way. You can always cover over the truth with enough money and influence,” Fiddlesticks said despondently, looking over at Octavia. Octavia was also looking at her sister, and then they both gave a heavy sigh.
“You know what that means Fiddle…” Octavia said defensively. Vinyl looked from one sister to the other.
“I know things are quite desperate, but are you really sure it's worth it?” Fiddlesticks wondered.
“I don't really have a choice do I?” Octavia said flatly.
“Why are you two talking like it's the end of the world?” Vinyl questioned.
“You're probably right… will you go see mother tomorrow?” Fiddlesticks asked Octavia, who cringed at the thought. Just then, a loud knocking sounded through the apartment. Octavia and Fiddlesticks looked at each other in pure disbelief. Then, Octavia shook her head and slowly rose up to stand on her hooves.
“Is there hoping it will be someone else…” Octavia wondered aloud.
“With our luck today… definitely not.” Fiddlesticks concluded, while Octavia walked with her head held low towards the front door. With no small amount of hesitation, she finally swung the door open, immediately being greeted by two sharp purple eyes glaring at her. The light purple coat and yellow fluffy mane and smooth tail confirmed it; before her stood her mother.
“What have you gotten yourself into this time, child?” Lyrica scoffed as she walked past her daughter.
“Hello mother… Why don't you come in?” Octavia said in way of greeting. Lyrica continued into the living room where she stopped as her eyes fell upon Fiddlesticks.
“Fiddlesticks? Why Fiddlesticks! It's a delight to see you! When did you come back to Canterlot? Are you having trouble with your marriage dear?” Lyrica asked hopefully. Fiddlesticks didn't respond for a couple of seconds, before giving a restrained sigh.
“No mother, Kazooie is busy recording a single this week, so I decided to pay Octavia an impromptu visit,” Fiddles said, trying to smile and looked innocent. Lyrica just gave her a skeptical look.
“Yeah, one can always hope… Well, the important thing is you are here now, so we will have an absolute fabulous time the next couple of days. I have a few ponies who would be delighted to meet you,” Lyrica said, patting her daughter on the head.
“Now then, onto the business at hoof! We need to clear our family’s good name of this little ‘misunderstanding’ with Duke Von Trot a Lot the IX and his three sons,” Lyrica said, calmly turning back to Octavia.
“Misunderstanding? What the hay are you on about a misunderstanding?” Vinyl asked from where she was seated at the living room table. Lyrica almost shrieked as she spun around, and for the first time realized Vinyl was in the room. She looked at Vinyl as if she was looking at Nightmare Moon herself, seeing her red eyes and shockingly spiky blue mane. After coming to a few conclusions by the way Vinyl looked, her face contorted into an expression of disdain.
“Who, pray tell, are you?!” Lyrica asked, not sounding happy at all.
“Me? I'm Vinyl, I'm the,” Vinyl was cut off by another shriek from Lyrica who promptly turned towards Octavia.
“Vinyl! As in the police report Vinyl? What are you thinking having this… this… ruffian mare in your apartment?!” Lyrica yelled angrily at Octavia before spinning back towards Vinyl again.
“OUT!!!” Lyrica screamed, pointing towards the front door.
“What?” Vinyl said, not following what was happening.
“Mother…” Octavia tried.
“Get out of here now! I will not allow my daughters to be around some violent, drugged up ruffian! So get out before I call the police on you!” Lyrica said heatedly. Now Vinyl's eyes narrowed dangerously at Lyrica.
“What the buck are you on about!” Vinyl growled angrily, rising up into a threatening stance. Lyrica´s eyes immediately grew wide, and she started to backpedal away from Vinyl.
“Mother, please listen…” Octavia tried again, while Lyrica now stood pressed against a wall, as far away from Vinyl as she could get.
“Octavia! Call the police! Call the police! She's going to attack us, too!" Lyrica yelled frantically.
“MOTHER!” Octavia finally yelled. This brought Lyrica out of her fixation on Vinyl, as she now stared dumbfounded at her daughter.
“For Celestia´s sake Octavia! Call the police before she gets violent!” Lyrica once more shrieked at Octavia. On the other side of the room, Vinyl just gave a snort before sitting down again.
“No mother, Vinyl won't hurt anypony, she´s the one who saved me,” Octavia said calmly. Lyrica now looked at Octavia without comprehension, and then she got a sad look and shakes her head at her gullible daughter.
“Saved you? Ohhh you poor, deluded child. She's been playing you for a fool Octavia! She's nothing more than a thief, and by the looks of things, prolonged substance abuser.” Lyrica once again started to advance on Vinyl. “She just used you so she could get those three nobles away from the party, after which she proceeded to rob them. But don't you worry none Octavia, I've personally talked to Duke Von Trot a Lot and assure him you had no part in this, and will offer a full apology at the hearing the day after tomorrow for being mixed up in any of this. So you don't need to worry at all anymore dear, now that you know about this ruffian, she will get what she deserves. After that, we will all be done with this whole fiasco,” Lyrica said, now standing at the living room table, staring angrily down at the seated Vinyl on the other side.
“You… You did what…” Octavia said in a hoarse voice.
“No need to thank me, child. I will always be looking out for you. Now, I suggest you vacate the premises immediately,” Lyrica sneered down at Vinyl. Vinyl however, just looked back at Octavia with something akin to pity in her eyes. Although it disappeared almost immediately as a huge smirk spread across her face, and she stared straight back into Lyrica’s cold eyes again.
“Boy, I have never seen a pony stick her hoof in it as much as you have just done. I actually don't think you could be more wrong about what has happened here if I gave you a whole year to try and come up with something,” Vinyl said. Lyrica just huffed.
“Oh, I know your sort, and I won't let you squeeze money out of this family,” Lyrica said.
“My sort? And what is my sort?” Vinyl asked.
“A ruffian mare, stealing money wherever you can, just so you can buy more drugs! That's who!” Lyrica said with a triumphant smirk at having unveiled this lowlife. Vinyl just raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah… you mean my eyes don't you. Just shows how little you know about the subject. If you take red mist you do get red eyes, but one’s natural coloration doesn't change. It's the whites of your eyes that turned red. If you have blue eyes when you start, you would end up with blue and red eyes after a while. I've got red eyes because I'm an albino,” Vinyl retorted.
“You are not an albino. Not on your life missy, not with that blue mane,” Lyrica said, now with her two front hooves up on the table glaring down at Vinyl.
“Oh, that? By the looks of your curly mane and your completely straight tail, you know what a hairdresser is just as much as I do,” Vinyl said, smirking at Lyrica.
“What… You… What… This is completely natural!” Lyrica sputtered out.
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say,” Vinyl said, starting to lose interest in the discussion. Lyrica could hardly believe her eyes; this little minx of a mare disregarding her? Vinyl turned her gaze towards Octavia.
“Let's just go to my parents tomorrow, Octy. They will be more than happy to help us just because they want to, without all this drama,” Vinyl now said, not even registering Lyrica's angry face hovering next to her.
“I don't think so you little hussy! I've already straightened everything out with the Duke! Octavia will go and apologize, then she'll get a restraining order on you, and then you will be thrown into jail where you belong!” Lyrica fumed at Vinyl.
“Mother… For once in your life, please stop,” Octavia whispered.
“Speak up child, I can't hear yo…” Lyrica halted in the middle of her sentence when she looked back at Octavia, who was sitting on her hunches staring emptily at her.
“Please mother… leave now,” Octavia stated. Lyrica worriedly step closer to Octavia.
“Dear… I know this is a harsh realization that you've been used b-” Lyrica was cut off again.
“NO MOTHER! Don't you say that word! You have no idea how close it was that I was just that! ‘Used’ by those three pigs!!” Octavia yelled angrily, glaring at her mother, who stumble backwards hitting her flank on the table.
“Octavia… Calm down, you have to list-” Octavia cut her off again by slamming her hooves down on the floor.
“NO! NO! NO! You listen to me now mother! Those pigs had me under a puppet master spell! They were going to use and abuse me in ways I don't even want to imagine, and you have the gall to tell them I'm going to apologize to THEM!?!” Octavia yelled. Lyrica’s mouth was now hanging open in shock.
“What… What are you on about?” Lyrica asked desperately.
“Let me guess; you heard something from one of your little friends that I had gotten in trouble with a lawsuit, didn't you? And, instead of coming to me and asking why, you started doing what you do best! Controlling my life in every way you can without even knowing the full story behind something! Vinyl saved me from being raped mother! And here you are, telling me you've managed to procure a chance for me to apologize to them for not being able to go through with it!!” Octavia screamed at a now cowering Lyrica.
“No… please Octavia, this… that can't be true, that mare is obviously trying… trying to fool you somehow…” Lyrica blabbered incoherently, looking up at Octavia with pinprick eyes.
“Get out! If you ever talk about my marefriend like that again, I will cut all ties with you forever…” Octavia said in a low hiss. Lyrica was now lying on the floor shaking like a leaf; she had never seen her daughter like this, consumed by such unbridled fury. And certainly not with the anger being directed at her.
“Octavia please… I only want what's best for you!” Lyrica croaked out desperately.
“No! You only want what's best for you in your little social gatherings! As a chip in your little game. ‘Look at my daughter; she's lead soloist in the Canterlot orchestra!’ It's just pure luck that I love playing, because no matter what, you would have made me into something you could brag about! Well, guess what? If you want to brag about something in the future, you can achieve it yourself! Now get out or, by Celestia, I will ask Vinyl to throw you out, because if I lay so much as one hoof on you right now I don't know if I could stop!!” Octavia yelled at Lyrica, who was now staring up at Octavia with tears streaming down her face.
“No, Octavia please! I only want to help!” Lyrica yelled frantically.
“Well, you never have. And you never will… Now leave.” Octavia said with a cold calm as she walked away from her mother. Lyrica scrambled up on her hooves, and made to follow Octavia. Vinyl quickly slipped in between the two of them, horn starting to glow as she closed the door behind Octavia, who had retreated into her bedroom.
“I don't think you're wanted here,” Vinyl said, a calm edge to her voice.
“Move!” Lyrica said through tear filled eyes.
“No. Octy needs some space from you, and I'm going to make sure she gets it,” Vinyl stated, broadened her stance in front of Lyrica. Lyrica looked desperately over to Fiddlesticks who would not even meet her gaze.
“Fiddlesticks, you have to help me make Octavia see reason. Please,” Lyrica begged her daughter for the first time in her life.
“No, Vinyl is correct; you need to leave,” Fiddlesticks said without even looking towards Lyrica, who turned her gaze back towards Vinyl, silently pleading with her. A cold stare was all she got. Realizing there was nothing she could do, Lyrica stumbled towards the front door. With a shaking hoof she opened it, but before she slipped out, she looked back.
“I'm… I… I'm sorry… I just wanted to help…” she said through sobs, and then stumbled out from the apartment. Vinyl finally let go of the breath she was holding, and looked over to Fiddlesticks.
“Is it always like this in your family?” she asked.
“No. Usually it's me or Octavia walking out of the room sobbing.” Fiddlesticks said bluntly while she stood up and trotted off into the kitchen. Vinyl just gave a sigh.
“Never thought I'd say this, but all of a sudden my family looks quite functional…” she said, mostly to herself.
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A Different Kind of Music...
Chapter 5 Healing Wounds…
A Different Kind of Music… Chapter 5 Healing Wounds…
Vinyl glanced over at Fiddlesticks who was sitting across from her at the kitchen table. Fiddels was absentmindedly watching out the window at the darkening skies. Octavia hadn't come out of her bedroom since Lyrica had left the apartment. Vinyl and Fiddlesticks had ended up sitting at the kitchen table talking about their upbringings.
“Well, that explains a lot. Although, it doesn't excuse her behavior in the slightest,” Vinyl said, turning to look out the window.
“Maybe not, but it has still been a hard life for her, raising the two of us alone when dad died… A good-looking young musician getting married to a wealthy business stallion from Canterlot, who then suddenly drops dead. You can imagine the talk around town. Most of her supposed ‘friends’ still thinks she had something to do with it. After that, she taught us the only thing she could; music.
“In the meantime, the businesses that dad owned had been wrestled away from mother one by one, through one bad deal after another. From the nine dad left her, only three remain. She feels she's been a failure all of her life because of that, and she's been trying to make sure me and Octavia wouldn't be. Although she didn't succeed in that either it would seem, at least not with me,” Fiddlesticks answered sadly.
“What do you mean? You're married to a wonderful and caring stallion by what you've told me. That can't be a failure in any book. And Octavia loves playing her music, and is lead soloist in the Canterlot Orchestra for crying out loud. None of you have failed in any way I can see,” Vinyl said while patting Fiddlesticks hoof with one of her own. Fiddels looked up at Vinyl with a careful smile.
“Thank you… It's very nice to hear you say that Vinyl. I'm starting to see why Octavia is beginning to have feelings for you,” Fiddlesticks said. Vinyl grinned back at her.
“Well, the feeling is mutual; I've never felt like this for anypony but her,” Vinyl said with a sigh and stood up.
“Speaking of which, she's been moping in there for way too long now, it's time I went in there and pulled her out of her funk,” Vinyl said with a grin as she started trotting towards the kitchen door.
“Good luck… I've never been able to pull Octavia out of one of her melancholies whenever she ends up sinking into one. It's better to just leave her alone until she´s recovered, usually she feels good the next morning again,” Fiddlesticks said, not having much hope for Vinyl being able to do something she couldn't.
“Ohhh, I think I might be able to make her feel… Good,” Vinyl said with a smirk before she slipped out of the kitchen, heading towards Octavia´s bedroom. Fiddles just stared after Vinyl. A blush spread across her face when she realized just what Vinyl was most likely about to do with her sister.
“Oh my… Oh my!” Fiddlesticks exclaimed when she realized there was no way she wasn't going to hear the two of them going at it. Even though this was a plush apartment, it wasn't very big. It consisted of two bedrooms, an office, a living room, a kitchen, and two bathrooms. After sitting for a while and pondering what to do, she came to the conclusion that running a bath and locking herself in there would most likely be the best option available to her since she really didn't feel like running out into the streets of Canterlot this late. Fiddles rose up to execute a well thought through plan, but when she exited the kitchen, she could hear unmistakable sounds coming from Octavia's bedroom, the door having been left cracked open.
Great Vinyl. You could have at least closed the door after going in there, she thought, a bit annoyed, and walked over to close it. But as her gaze fell in through the crack, she became spellbound by what she saw. Octavia was lying on her back, kissing Vinyl deeply, while one of Vinyl´s hooves were tenderly caressing Octavia´s slick and glistening outer labia lips, which were on clear display. Octavia was moaning happily while she enclosed Vinyl in a tight embrace, pressing her even harder towards herself. The need in the gesture was unmistakable. The kiss ended. They were both breathing hard, and looking deep into each other's eyes.
“Oh Vinyl, I love you so much! Yes! Oh yes! Right there, YES!” Octavia cried out while Vinyl started caressing up-and-down the whole length of Octavia´s nether lips. Vinyl was grinning from ear to ear while she looked at her marefriend writhing in pleasure beneath her ministration.
“The night is young Octavia, and I'll have you screaming my name before long, my love,” she whispered, hungrily kissing her way down Octavia’s neck and out onto her shoulder. At this, Octavia tightened her embrace and started to grind her hips against Vinyl´s outstretched hoof in a desperate attempt to increase the pleasure she was feeling. Fiddlesticks just stood there staring through the crack, unable to pull away.
I should go. I should really go right now… Fiddles thought.
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Why am I not leaving?! Fiddles desperately screamed silently at herself while she continued peeking in at Vinyl and her sister´s tender lovemaking. Vinyl had kissed her way down the length of Octavia´s body, and was now eyeing the glistening prize waiting for her between Octavia´s legs. Vinyl carefully started kissing and nipping her way down Octavia´s inner thighs, earning herself a chorus of moans and yelps. Finally, after what must have been an eternity for Octavia, Vinyl had reached her vagina, and let her tongue run from the bottom of Octavia´s nether lips to the top, where she immediately latched on to the now exposed clitoris, and sucked hard on it.
“FUCK MEeeeeee!!!” Octavia screamed while her body arched off the bed, her eyes rolling up under her eyelids while her whole face contorting in absolute pleasure. She then bit down on her lower lip to keep herself from screaming more, although that failed miserably.
“VINYL!!! YES! YES! YES! YES! VINYYYYYYYYL!” Octavia screamed, an orgasm rocking her entire body. As it ended, she flopped down on her back again, still squirming in pleasure since Vinyl hadn't stopped eating her out, even after she was coming down from her first orgasm. Octavia reached down with her front hooves and lovingly caressed the top of Vinyl´s head. Vinyl who was now shoving her tongue into Octavia´s dripping love cave, as far as she could possibly reach, while listening to her marefriend moaning Vinyl´s name again and again. She glanced up towards Octavia, and their eyes met. Even while Vinyl continued eating Octavia out, she still managed to have a big smile across her face. Octavia just looked down at her wonderful marefriend through foggy eyes while she continued to gasp for breath.
“I love you Vinyl… I love you so much,” Octavia said between pants. Hearing this, Vinyl redoubled her efforts below, making Octavia´s head flopped down onto her pillow while she moaned loudly, the pleasure emanating from her vagina once again on the rise.
Outside, Fiddlesticks was now also gulping for air while she was rubbing fiercely on her own clitoris. Suddenly, her eyes widened when she realized what she was doing.
By Celestia! I'm clopping to my own sister having sex with her marefriend! What is wrong with me!?! Fiddlesticks thought while she stared down at her now wet hoof, the treacherous appendage still shaking with anticipation at being let back to finish its previous occupation. Another pleasure induced cry brought Fiddlesticks’ eyes back to Vinyl and Octavia on the bed. Octavia had just had her second orgasm, and now lay sprawled on the bed in what could only be described as a pleasure induced coma. She was irregularly gasping for breath, completely lying flat on her back, and her legs just draped wherever they had happen to be when they gave out. Between her thighs, Vinyl was still happily eating Octavia out, not letting up for a second.
By the moon, how long is Vinyl going to keep at it? Octy is completely out of it already, she can't pos… Fiddles’ thoughts were cut off by another cry of pure ecstasy from Octavia. Fiddlesticks moaned loudly in response, as she felt her own vagina trying to squeeze around a non-existent stallion hood.
Ohhh, I'm so horny right now! Why is Kazooie, or any stallion, never around when you need them! Fiddles thought desperately, stumbling away from the door. She made her way on shaky legs over to the apartment’s main bathroom, staggered in and closed the door behind her.
Back in the bedroom, Vinyl was looking down at the now peacefully sleeping Octavia. She had been a complete mess when Vinyl stepped into the bedroom, slowly convincing herself that she should call her mother, and beg for forgiveness for having yelled at her. Vinyl had put a stop to those thoughts quickly, and now Octavia was finally able to sleep as soundly as she deserved after this heart-wrenching day. Vinyl smiled contentedly at her work, and then bent down and gave Octavia a small good-night kiss on the cheek.
“Sleep tight my love… I just need to clean myself up a bit and I'll be right back,” Vinyl whispered sweetly in Octavia´s ear before carefully making her way out of the bed. She was almost at the bedroom´s private bathroom when she stopped.
I should probably use the other bathroom, or I might wake Octavia, Vinyl thought and headed for the bedroom door instead. When she opened the door, she saw something glistening on the floor in front of her. Raising an eyebrow, vinyl bent down to examine it a bit closer. Taking a few whiffs she immediately understood what it was. A little smirk spread across her mouth while she trotted over to the kitchen. When she peaked in she saw that it was empty, that's when she heard gasps and moans from behind her, she turned around and looked at the bathroom door in the hallway. Vinyl now grinned widely while she moved up to the door; she put her ear against it, and could clearly hear what was going on inside. With a smirk she carefully push the handle down, and was delighted to find out it wasn't locked.
Well… If you can peek in on us missy, I can definitely play a little joke on you, Vinyl thought with a smirk as she carefully opened the door. In the middle of the bathroom floor, lying on her back and grinding against her own hoof Fiddlesticks lay on display. Vinyl just stood there, watching while Fiddlesticks was clearly nearing the end of her clopping session.
“Oh! Ah! Ahhhhhhh!” Fiddlesticks cried out when she reached her orgasm. A smile spread across her face while she panted heavily. She opened her eyes and immediately froze as she was met with the sight of Vinyl looking down at her with a mischievous smile.
“So… You enjoyed the show earlier I take it?” Vinyl asked with a grin.
“Not a word…” Fiddlesticks hissed up at Vinyl, who made a gesture of zipping her mouth shut. She deliberately strode right over Fiddlesticks, clearly displaying all of her quite moist mare candy, as she jumped into the bathtub and pulled the curtains closed. Fiddlesticks was staring wide-eyed at the roof.
Oooo, that was just pure evil! Fiddles thought, feeling herself getting moist between her thighs again.
Why am I reacting this way? I’m not some pent-up lesbian just now realizing it, am I? Fiddlesticks wondered, but that thought didn't settle with her.
No, I truly love Kazooie… No doubt about that. So why did I get aroused by looking at the two of them? Fiddles thought, desperately trying to find an answer.
It wasn't Octavia, was it?! Fiddlesticks cringed visibly at the thought, and then cursed herself.
Gaaah! Thanks a lot brain! Why in Tartarus would you even go there?! That's just sick! She felt a bit repulsed by herself for even thinking about that.
I was focused on Vinyl, more or less, the whole time now that I think about it… She does have that same rugged straightforwardness that I find so attractive in Kazooie, but if I'm reacting to her in the same way… Does that mean I’m... bi-sexual? Fiddlesticks thought, eyes widening at the realization. That felt a lot closer to the truth. She could remember quite a few times when she had turned to look after a mare, only to convince herself she was looking at whatever dress or jewelry that mare happened to hopefully be wearing. And besides, she had always had a stallion by her side, so it had never really occurred to her to explore that avenue. The faucets in the shower were turned off, and the curtains were whisked aside showing a very surprised looking Vinyl.
“Fiddles? Why are you still here?” she asked. When Fiddlesticks eyes locked with Vinyl, she had another epiphany. She thought back at what they had discussed during the evening.
“I think… I think I'm like you,” Fiddles said hoarsely. Vinyl now looked down at her quite clearly confused.
“Like what?” Vinyl wondered.
“Bi-sexual… You know, into both mares and stallions,” Fiddlesticks said with a sigh.
“What? No way! I'm mares all the way now, Octavia to be more precise! I wouldn't let any stallion near me even if he was a super-hot stallion Alicorn or something,” Vinyl stated. Fiddlesticks just smirked back at Vinyl.
“You see, that proves it! You just referred to a male as being super-hot. And the way you talked about one of the stallion earlier tonight… Thunder Lane wasn't it? He really hurt you, which meant you really cared for him. Something I've never seen in Octavia, after any of her break-ups. She just walked away from every stallion she ever dated; the most they would get in the reaction from her was a shoulder shrug when they broke up with her, most likely because they never really meant anything to her in the first place. But not the two of us. No, we truly cared for the stallions we were with,” Fiddles said, looking up at Vinyl, daring her to tell her she was wrong. Vinyl was just staring down at Fiddlesticks now, wide-eyed and mouth hanging open.
“I… I thought you farm ponies were supposed to be a bit slow in the head… Guess I was wrong about that,” Vinyl said, sitting down with a thud in the bathtub.
“Well, thanks. I think… Although, this means we have a little bit of a problem,” Fiddlesticks said with a sigh, shifting her gaze away from Vinyl.
“Really? Like what?” Vinyl asked.
“I got really turned on by you back there… You're more or less a female equivalent of Kazooie, not your looks of course, but your straightforward personality. I can really see why Octavia has fallen for you now. Not just are you cute as a button, but your caring and honest with ponies around you as well,” Fiddle´s said.
“Wait. You're into me?” Vinyl gasped.
“Oh! I'm so sorry about earlier! I wouldn't have teased you like that if I had known… You know… That something might actually happen between us. I am so sorry!” Vinyl said pleadingly, as she looked down worriedly at Fiddlesticks.
“It’s okay Vinyl. We'll just put that down as an ‘it never happened’ moment,” Fiddles said with a little smile. Vinyl nodded.
“Yeah… I can totally live with that idea. But how should we deal with this now? Should we tell Octavia?” Vinyl questioned worriedly. Fiddles thought about it for a little while.
“Well… Maybe not everything, we don't really need to tell her I was clopping to the two of you.” Fiddlesticks grinned sheepishly. “But the part about you and me being bi-sexual is something she really deserves to know,” Fiddlesticks said, looking to Vinyl for confirmation. Vinyl, however, was looking a bit uncertain, but then she smiled, like she had come to some private understanding with herself.
“I can get behind that plan, but you should know; I only have eyes for Octavia now. Whatever may have happened in the past, it no longer matters to me. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I'm gone go cuddle up with my marefriend,” Vinyl said as she stepped out of the bathtub, carefully making sure she didn't expose herself too much this time, and then quickly trotted out of the bathroom. Fiddles watched her go before sitting up and jumping into the shower. She turned the water back on, and gave a sigh of relief as warmth flooded over her.
I guess tomorrow is going to be an interesting day as well… Fiddlesticks thought while she reached out for the shampoo bottle.
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Thanks to Syvvak and ThatOnePony570 for the Pre-read/Edit
A Different Kind of Music...
Chapter 6 I Love Mornings…
A Different Kind of Music… Chapter 6 I Love Mornings…
Octavia rolled over to get away from the terrible annoying noise; it was quite simply a symphony of sound that could only be described as atrocious. She cracked an eye open and turned towards its source, only to immediately burst out in a big smile. Beside her on the bed, Vinyl lay splayed out on her back, in an absolutely adorable position. Her hooves sticking up in the air, in every which way, while snoring loudly. One of Vinyl’s back hooves twitched a bit, and a smile spread on her face, even though she was still sleeping.
“Octy…” -giggle- “oooo you naughty mare…” Vinyl murmured in her sleep. Octavia could have just died right there; her marefriend was just so unbelievably cute lying like that while talking in her sleep! Although, being cute was something Vinyl herself would most likely protest wildly. Vinyl saw herself as the embodiment of hip, awesome and cool. But right now, she was the cutest thing Octavia had ever seen. She carefully shuffled over and draped her hoof over Vinyl´s chest, caressing her slowly and tenderly, while she watched her marefriend sleeping soundly. Octavia felt more at ease than she had ever been in her life.
“Oooo…” Vinyl murmured. “Don't stop… Octy… it feels… so good…” Vinyl uttered in her sleep while squirming a bit, humping against the empty air between her legs. Octavia raised an eyebrow and then burst out in an evil little grin.
“You're having a really naughty dream about me, aren't you?” Octavia whispered seductively into the ear of Vinyl. She glanced down between the legs of her lover only to see how glistening wet her lover's opening was.
By the moon, you're wet Vinyl! Although… since I didn't return the favor last night, that's not too surprising, you must be aching for some release. Octavia thought a bit guiltily. Slowly and careful not to wake Vinyl, she made her way down towards the obviously aroused mare’s glistening nether lips. Octavia carefully spread Vinyl´s back legs wider and lay across her stomach with her head down between her rear legs, so she now had easy access to the treasure situated there. Smiling mischievously, Octavia leaned in and let her tongue run from the top of Vinyl’s pussy to the bottom at a slow and steady pace. Vinyl´s whole body jerked beneath Octavia, and her eyes shot open.
“Gaaah! Wa… What… Octy? Oooo… OoooFUCK YEAH!!!” a very surprised but extremely pleased looking Vinyl burst out as she woke up under her marefriends ministrations. Octavia turned back towards Vinyl licking her lips.
“Morning,” was all she said before diving down between Vinyl´s legs again, shoving her muzzle as far into Vinyl´s slopping moist love cave as she could, immediately starting to lick every square inch of the pink walls she could reach in her marefriend’s vagina. Vinyl's back hooves were now jerking around in the air, while her eyes almost rolled up in the back of her head at the enormous amount of pleasure rocking through her body.
“Ohhhh… by the moon Octy! BEST WAKE-UP CALL EVER!!!” Vinyl exclaimed, putting her front hooves on top of Octavia's head shoving her muzzle even deeper into herself. Octavia continued to frantically eat out Vinyl, remembering just how good it felt for her when the roles had been reversed the night before. At long last, she had to pull out, gulping for air. Only to latch onto Vinyl´s now exposed clitoris, alternating between sucking and licking on it. Vinyl's back arced completely off the bed, even with Octavia lying somewhat on top of her.
“Yeees! Keep going! I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come! Don't stop! Don't stop! YEEEEEEEEES!!!” Vinyl screamed out as her orgasm hit, her whole body taught like a bowstring before she finally sunk down onto the bed again, panting loudly while Octavia continued to play with her, sending jolt after jolt of pleasure through her body. After several minutes of just gulping for air, Vinyl finally had the strength to lift her head up.
“By Celestia Octy… That was freaking amazing,” Vinyl said happily. Octavia looked up, completely soaked around the muzzle by Vinyl´s love juices. Vinyl grinned back at her, and then moved in on Octavia, locking their lips together, prodding with her tongue against Octavia´s moist lips. Immediately, she opened her mouth and allowed Vinyl access. Their tongues intertwined, wrestling for dominance in the deep kiss. Both of them moaned out happily. Vinyl could taste her own mare juices all over Octavia´s tongue and lips, and it filled her with so much arousal, she thought she was going to burst. She pressed up harder against Octavia, never wanting the kiss to end. When they finally parted, they were still connected by strings of saliva and mare juice hanging between them. Both panted heavily, looking into each other's eyes, love shining brightly through them, completely lost in the moment.
“You two really are like bunnies you know that!” Fiddlesticks said merrily from the doorway, where she stood leaning against the frame. Octavia swirled around looking towards Fiddle quite crossly.
“Fiddles! Get out!!!” she yelled at her sister, who just grinned back.
“What? I couldn't help but hear you; Vinyl dear, you really need to get a hold of this whole closing the door business. And it’s not like I haven't seen you with somepony before Octy. Heck, we have even had sex in the same room at the same time,” Fiddles said with a grin.
“Ohhh, that sounds like fun,” Vinyl uttered dreamily, which she immediately realized was a bad move when two purple eyes were looking down at her.
“Okay… maybe not…” Vinyl said, squirming a bit under Octavia´s gaze.
“You know what Fiddle did the last time that happened?” Octavia asked Vinyl rather heatedly. Vinyl, however, reacted more to the fact that Octavia had said the words ‘last time’ in that sentence.Carefully, she shook her head while trying to make a very graphic image disappear from her mind's eye.
“She ended up stealing my stallion two weeks later,” Octavia said angrily.
“Steal him! You had already dumped his ass! You told me so yourself, remember?! Furthermore you never really cared for him anyway, and we know that for a fact now. Besides, I, unlike you, thought he was rather cute!” Fiddlesticks spat back at her sister.
“Humph!” Octavia huffed and glared at Fiddle.
“Humph!” Fiddlesticks countered and stared right back at Octavia. A quite uncomfortable silence settled in the room.
“Right… okay… this is an argument that's been going on for awhile I guess,” Vinyl said trying to break the tense situation that was developing. Both Octavia and Fiddlesticks gave a simultaneous sigh and let their shoulders drop.
“Look, Octavia, we have both worked through those issues long ago, so why bring it up again now? I'll admit it wasn't the brightest thing I have ever done, moving in on that stallion just as the two of you broke up, but for Celestia’s sake, we were both young and stupid back then,” Fiddlesticks said with pleading eyes. Octavia´s features softened a bit.
“Yeah… you were quite stupid back then,” Octavia said thoughtfully. Fiddles smiled back at her sister.
“Definitely, and I…” Fiddles smiled suddenly dropped, when she realized what Octavia actually said and the last sentence.
“Heeeey! I wasn't the only one Octy! You did a few boneheaded things yourself, and don't try to deny it!” Fiddles shot back at her sister, who now sat giggling on the bed.
“You almost went for it,” Octavia said when she was finally able to stop giggling at the pouty face her sister was making.
“Ha-ha, very funny,” Fiddles answered sarcastically, but couldn't stop a smile from starting to spread across her lips again.
“I'll get started with breakfast… and you two are definitely getting in the shower before you join me,” Fiddlesticks commanded, before shutting the door behind her. Octavia jumped off the bed and started trotting towards the shower, although stopping when she heard a moan behind her. As she looked back, Octavia could see the pleading eyes of Vinyl.
“But I'm still horny…” Vinyl protested.
“Well, bring Sir Morning Glory and I think I can take care of that,.” Octavia answered with a mischievous smile.
“Sir what now?” Vinyl wondered, before she had an epiphany and burst out laughing.
“You named your dildo? That's just awesome!” Vinyl said and followed Octavia. Her horn lit up and a moment later Sir Morning Glory came floating through the air behind them. The door to the little on suite bathroom closed, and it wasn't long before very enthusiastic sounds could be heard from the inside of the now running shower.
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Thanks to Syvvak for the Pre-read/Edit
There is now a little spin-off story from this chapter, so do go read about The Adventures of Sir Morning Glory the Dildo !
A Different Kind of Music...
Chapter 7 Yeah… I Have Parents Too…
A Different Kind of Music... Chapter 7 Yeah… I Have Parents Too…
“You're what!” Octavia burst out, looking shocked towards her sister. Fiddlestick, who sat across from her sister at the breakfast table, was slowly stirring her morning coffee, which she was very intently looking down into. Vinyl was seated beside Octavia, nursing her own cup of Joe, while looking out the window, hoping not to get pulled into the drama just yet.
“You’re joking? Tell me you're joking?” Octavia said while one of her eyes twitched a bit. Fiddlesticks carefully looked up at her.
“No… I'm not. I can't really deny it anymore. I've been hiding from this ever since I was a filly. And with me getting so… stimulated seeing you two going at it last night… And this morning,” Fiddles said and looked down into her coffee again.
“You are bisexual…” –Octavia slowly turned towards Vinyl– “And you too?… What in Tartarus happened after I fell asleep last night?” Octavia asked with open shock showing.
“Well… after we had sex, you fell asleep. I found a little… something outside the bedroom door, and, when I got to the bathroom, I stumbled upon Fiddlesticks clopping. She admitted that she had been watching and found us unnervingly hot together, which led to a little talk where we made some personal discoveries; namely that she likes mare and stallions. And, as for me, you never asked ” Vinyl said off-hoofedly, not meeting Octavia´s eyes. Octavia gave a little stifled gasp, and turned back to Fiddlesticks.
“You… you were clopping to me… WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU! I'M YOUR SISTER!!!” Octavia cried, appalled. Fiddlesticks looked stricken by the accusation.
“No! I mean yes! What I really mean is I wasn’t looking at you too much! I was staring at Vinyl the whole time!” Fiddlesticks tried to defend herself, only to get another murderous stare from Octavia.
“You. Were. What?” Octavia hissed menacingly, now standing up and leaning over the table towards a trembling Fiddlesticks who just understood she had shot herself in the other hoof.
“I… I… Ahhh horesapples!” Fiddles cursed and set off from the table at a blistering speed, Octavia hot on her flank.
“Get back here you filly stealing hussy!!! You won’t get near my Vinyl again; you hear me!?!” Octavia yelled after Fiddles. Vinyl just stayed in the kitchen with her coffee thanking the goddesses for sharing their divine drink.
“I’m gonna shove my cello down your throat!” Vinyl chuckled to herself hearing Octavia threatening her sister. The unicorn felt it might be best if she stepped in and helped Fiddle who had just managed to slam the bathroom door in the face of Octavia before locking it. Octavia immediately started banging on it, yelling obscenities through the door. Vinyl came out of the kitchen and slowly walked up to Octavia.
“Whoa! Whoa! Take it easy Octy, I’ve only got eyes for you, and Fiddles knows that. We talked it out last night. She loves this Kazooie. She just couldn't help getting a little hot under the collar when we were doing it. I mean, look at me, can you blame her…” Vinyl said, trying to look saucy. What she actually managed to pull off, was something only a third-rate actor would have been proud of. Octavia though, couldn't help but smile a little bit at her marefriend's antics. Vinyl moved close and nuzzled up against Octavia, who couldn't repress a sigh of contentment at the love Vinyl was showing her.
“Okay, okay…” Octavia said and kissed Vinyl who immediately embraced her fillyfriend, prolonging the wet kiss. Octavia moaned happily as her heart started beating faster.
“Is it safe?” the two of them heard Fiddlesticks ask through the door.
“Yeah, I think I got a handle on her,” Vinyl said teasingly as she broke the kiss. Fiddlesticks unlocked the door and opened it carefully.
“You're not going to bite my head off are you?” Fiddlesticks asked as she poked her head out. “Where’s your cello?” Fiddles wondered when she met the gaze of Octavia who was still looking a bit harshly at her. Finally, Octavia sighed and shook her head.
“No, it's okay… I just remembered when you stole my coltfriend and thought you were going to try stealing Vinyl from me,” Octavia said, still not looking too sure about Fiddles, who had opened the door fully and stepped out.
“I wouldn't do that Octavia…” Fiddles said, looking a bit hurt and ashamed. “Not a second time at least...” she murmured, looking uncertain.
“And I love Kazooie with all my heart, I really do. It's just I've been alone for over a week now, and we haven’t really been that intimate for almost a month, and then his trip comes up all of a sudden, sending him off to Appaloosa to record a single with the Appaloosa Joy Heart´s band. So yeah... I've been a bit, you know, like Vinyl said, hot under the collar lately,” Fiddles said while giving a little squee smile.
“Well, when will your hunk of a stallion be back from Appaloosa?” Vinyl asked curiously.
“He'll be heading back to Ponyville tomorrow, I think… Why?” Fiddles wondered.
“We'll send him a message telling him to come here instead. I would like to meet him, and then Tavi and I will make you two a romantic dinner, before leaving you two to rut the night away. It would definitely lower the tension around here,... I think,” Vinyl said, still in the embrace of Octavia who was looking back at Fiddles over her shoulder.
Fiddle was blushing at this point, but her face held a dreamy look.“Yeah, I could do that… If it's okay with you, Octy.”
“Well, you have definitely been scratching an itch lately, so I can’t really say no to you. And I don’t need to wake up and finding out my sister has been clopping to me again. Besides, it would be nice to see Kazooie again too. He is rather nice…” Octavia said and smirked back at Fiddlesticks.
“Good! Now that this is all settled, what do you two say we finish breakfast. I'm starving,” Vinyl said happily. Octavia and Fiddlesticks nodded and, together, all three went into the kitchen again.
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“So let me get this straight… your parents live in Canterlot?” Fiddlesticks said while she cleared away the last of the breakfast.
“Yeah and?” Vinyl said, not seeing what was so strange about that.
“But if they live here, then why in Equestria were you staying at that cheesy motel before you ended up here?” Octavia wondered.
“Oh yeah! I still haven't checked out of there, have I? Anyhow, just like you got problems with your mom, so do I. Although, your mom does put things into perspective somewhat. My parents are just a little bit… over the top,” Vinyl said, and then took the last swig of her coffee. Both Octavia and Fiddlesticks were staring at Vinyl.
“You're calling somepony else over the top?!” they both burst out at the same time. Vinyl looked back at them with amusement.
“Compared to my folks, I'm downright boring!” Vinyl said smiling widely.
“Okay, now I have to know who they are!” Fiddlesticks said. Vinyl just shook her head.
“And ruin the surprise? I don’t think so. Besides, if I told you, neither one of you would believe me anyhow,” Vinyl said with a smirk and started heading for the door. “Now, hurry up; the cab will be here soon.” Intrigued, both Octavia and Fiddlesticks followed her quickly.
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It was only a short trip when the cart was pulled up in front of a rather plush looking mansion in the finest part of Canterlot. Octavia and Fiddlesticks where more than surprised when they realized their mother's house was actually situated further down the same street. Vinyl paid the driver as the three mares disembarked from their taxi. They stopped and stood in front of the enormous gate and saw it was decorated with gilded letters H and P encircled in a golden heart, and just above it was a golden V inside its own heart. Both Octavia and Fiddlesticks looked towards Vinyl questioningly.
“Yeah, that ‘V’ is supposed to represent me… Nice touch that they left it outside their own heart, don't you think?” Vinyl said with a frown.
“But it is still inside of a heart, and above theirs, that has to mean something,” Octavia countered. Vinyl snorted and walked up to the gate, activating it with her horn. The gate slowly started to swing inwards. Vinyl briskly walked through while Octavia and Fiddlesticks followed a bit slower, both of their mouths hanging open about the over the top garden that was now in sight. There were pony sized plastic flamingos, every hedge and bush had been cut to resemble some sort of animal, and there was a large pavilion, which looked like it was designed to be a stage with a catwalk attached to it. After just standing there gawking a few seconds, the two of them snapped out of it and started trotting after Vinyl rapidly to catch up.
“This place is huge! It's bigger than mother’s place… you have got to be loaded,” Fiddlesticks said while she continued looking around the rather garish looking gardens.
“No… My parents won't let me have one damned bit. They haven't given me any money all my life! Always told me I had to earn my keep before they would even consider giving me anything… Not even when I was in dire need of rent, food or even working my way through college did they help once!” Vinyl said a bit bitterly.
“Although, that's probably a good thing. I mean, if not for their being so stingy, I my have never found my calling as a DJ… working my way through college, lighting up the dance floor with my beats. It was some of the best times of my life,” Vinyl said fondly, before stopping abruptly and looking back at Octavia and Fiddlesticks.
“Don't either of you dare tell them anything I just said!” Vinyl stated, harshly glaring back at them. Both Octavia and Fiddlesticks backed up a step.
“Oh, definitely not!” Octavia said, smiling sheepishly.
“Wouldn't dream of it!” Fiddlesticks said while mirroring Octavia.
“Good… Now brace yourselves,” Vinyl said and used the huge knocker on the door, sending reverberating thuds throughout the building.
After a few minutes, the door swung open, and a very posh looking dark blue
“My my… Mistress Vinyl! It warms my old heart to see you home once again.”
Vinyl stepped up and wrapped her neck around the butler’s in a warm hug. “It’s great to see you too old man.” Breaking the hug, Vinyl waved her friends over. “Impeccable, I have some ponies I want you to meet. This is Octavia, my new marefriend, and her just as good looking twin sister Fiddlesticks. Girls, this is Impeccable. my best friend when I was a filly.”
“It's a pleasure, Miss Fiddlesticks.” Impeccable reached out taking Fiddles hoof and kissing it. “And you as well Miss Octavia.” Like he did before, he took the cellist hoof and kissed it. “You wouldn't happen to be the Octavia Philharmonica from the Canterlot Orchestra?” Impeccable wondered.
“Why indeed I am. It is a pleasure making your acquaintance Mr. Impeccable,” Octavia answered with a warm and welcoming smile.
“Well, the pleasure in this meeting is all mine. Now do come in, I will get your mother; she will be most excited to see you again. But I am sorry to say that Mister Hoity Toity is unfortunately not in town at the moment. Somewhere in Prance I believe. And then Saddle Arabia this coming weekend,” the butler, said stepping aside to let the three mares in while he smiled pleasantly at them.
“Well, I should be lucky that either of them are home at all. They are busy ponies, after all,” Vinyl stated sadly.
“I will get Mrs. Photo Finish immediately,” Impeccable said with a gracious bow and sauntered off into the mansion. When they were finally left alone, Octavia and Fiddlesticks rounded on Vinyl.
“Your parents are Hoity Toity and Photo Finish!” they both burst out simultaneously.
“Yeah, yeah… whoopty do! My parents are famous, rich and complete pains in my ass!” Vinyl said shortly while scowling.
“Okay, let me get thi-” Octavia was cut off by a loud outburst from down the hall.
“Vinyl, darling! So good to see you again! Oh and you brought friends! Oh, by Celestia, you all look absolutely stunning! We'll just have to have a photo shoot with you three! It will be marvelous! Especially you my dear!” Photo Finish exclaimed, stopping in front of Octavia, looking her over intently.
“My! Zhe pose, the sophistication, zhat darling bowtie, and what a gorgeous mane. You look simply scrumptious darling!” Photo Finish said as she walked a full lap around Octavia, before turning her eyes over to Fiddlesticks.
“And there are two of you! But you are much more rugged, down to earth, a true beauty in the rough! What I could do with you two and a camera! I will turn you two fillies into star's beyond your wildest dreams! Now come, come, we must get started!” Photo Finish said turning around to face her daughter, who just put a hoof against Photo Finish chest, halting her in her tracks.
“Ok, mom, I am going to need you to chill so I can introduce you. This is Octavia, my marefriend, and her sister Fiddlesticks,” Vinyl said, knowing this was the only thing that would halt her mother in the slightest. Photo Finish blinked a couple of times behind her sunglasses, taking the words in, before exploding.
“Marvelous darling, just simply marvelous! Then there is no time to waste! I need to take their photos immediately for the family album!” Photo Finish exclaimed, almost giddy with excitement. She stormed past Vinyl only to halt a moment later when something occurred to her, spinning back towards the three mares, she raised an eyebrow high enough to be seen above her sunglasses.
“So have you two been… engaging in coitus?” Photo Finish wondered carefully. Octavia looked back a bit surprised at having received such a question during the first time the two of them ever met. Although Photo Finish took the lack of response to mean Octavia had not understood the question, and therefore launched into further clarification.
“Have you two been consummating?…” Photo Finish asked a bit more energetic.
“Have you been having relations?...” she continued, but still got no answer from a now rather mortified looking Octavia while her sister was havin trouble not falling over laughing.
“Have you two been copulating? Makin’ whoopee? Doing the horizontal mombo? Getting busy? Riding? Bonking? Hiding the salami? Administering a hot meat injection? Drilling? Hitting? Nailing? Plowing? Pounding? Ramming? Rutting? Have you two been sharing the meat tunnel???” Photo Finish asked, finally ending her rant while she looked back and forth between a stunned looking Octavia, and Vinyl, who was just holding her head in one hoof shaking it slowly.
“Yes mother! We're having sex! You happy now!” Vinyl finally yelled, her voice echoing through the cavernous room.
“Oh Vinyl! Watch your language, young lady. That is a word you just don't zay straight out. There could be children nearby!” Photo Finish told Vinyl while scowling at her daughter.
“Now come! We walk!” Photo Finish burst out, making a snappy one hundred and eighty degree turnabout, before trotting off at a brisk pace. Vinyl looked over towards Octavia, who still stood frozen where she was, mouth hanging open, with a complete look of shock on her face. Vinyl carefully reached over with her hoof and closed Octavia´s mouths for her, and gave a little chuckle. Fiddles stood next to her twin almost mirroring Octavia´s look of disbelief perfectly.
“Welcome to the family girls,” Vinyl said with a smirk, and walked off after Photo Finish. Fiddlesticks and Octavia shared a glance before silently walking after the two of them.
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Syvvak - pre-reader/editor Fox-Sama - AKA flowmaster ThatOnePony570 - pre-reader
A Different Kind of Music...
Chapter 8 Three Mares Sits Down With Mommy…
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/editorFox-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.
A Different Kind of Music...
A Different Kind of Music...
Chapter 9
Musical Games…
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As the three mares walked through the mansion towards Vinyl’s personal wing, both Octavia and Fiddlesticks couldn't help but gawk at the multitude of pictures, artwork, and, quite frankly, horrifyingly clashing color schemes throughout the building. Finally, Fiddlesticks couldn't help but stop at a particular nauseatingly looking piece of art.
“What the heck is that? Honestly, who ever made that has got to be the worst painter I have ever seen. Honestly, a four-year-old colt could make a better hoof painting then that!” Fiddlesticks said, sneering at the offending piece of art.
“Well, if you must know… I was actually three when I made that one,” Vinyl Scratch said and looked back with amusement. Fiddlesticks ears flattened against her head as she looked at Vinyl apologetically.
“Oh… ehhh… Sorry, it's very nice… hehe…” Fiddles sighed in defeat. “Okay, ten minutes of certified earth pony back massage and you let me out of this one?” Fiddlesticks finally asked, looking pleadingly back at Vinyl who just shook her head and grinned. Octavia meanwhile couldn’t help but giggle at Fiddlesticks predicament where she now stood observing them.
“Oh, don't worry. I know it's a piece of crap, but mom likes it so here it hangs right next to a priceless painting by Vincent van Trot!” Vinyl said with a laugh and continue down the hallway.
“I am honestly surprised, Vinyl. I thought with parents like Photo Finish and Hoity Toity there would be a lot more, let's say, tasteful interior alternatives present. Especially considering who your father is...” Fiddlesticks wondered out loud as she walk past another particularly mind-boggling sculpture that seemed to twist in on itself over and over again.
“Yeah, you’d think… Although, we are in Mom’s part of the house so that explains a lot. It was pretty obvious early on that they couldn't agree on a single item for it. Mom got half of the house and Dad took the other and they each did what they wanted to their own side. Once I came along, they just added the wing to what was already there and let me go to town on it myself,” Vinyl explained as if this was commonplace.
“Wait… so you got to do whatever you wanted to it, even as a child?” Octavia wondered a bit perplexed.
“Yeah… I was such a spoiled brat. You have no idea… They started to realize their mistake as I grew up, but what really hammered it home for them was when I discovered electronic music, dubstep and all of that stuff,” Vinyl said, cringing a bit at the memory.
“What happened? It couldn’t have been that bad, right?” Fiddlesticks asked. Vinyl just sighed as they walked on. Just when Octavia and Fiddlesticks thought she would not answer, Vinyl spoke up.
“Yeah, it was bad… I wanted some equipment to start being a DJ with and when I asked for them... it was the first time my parents said no to me. I didn’t react well,” Vinyl said hesitantly, looking away from the two sisters with a frown on her face.
“What did you do, if I may ask?” Octavia said, leaning in and nuzzling Vinyl lovingly while Fiddle carefully nuzzled the downcast unicorn’s other shoulder reassuringly. Vinyl looked back at them with a sad little smile.
“Well, when Mom and Dad said no I was just furious. At least, until I remembered I already had some money; a bank check I was supposed to present to some ponies later that month at some boring event. So, I just used the money to build my recording studio instead… It was brilliant. I mean, mom and dad already thought the money was spent so they would never know, I got what I wanted and all I had to do was not show up at some boring banquet later and none would be the wiser.” Vinyl’s head fell lower as she closed her eyes. “I was such a foal… greedy, selfish and completely absorbed in my own happiness. And this was just a year and a half before I was supposed to start college, too!” Vinyl said, disdain clearly showing for her own earlier actions.
“Well, it turned out that money was supposed to start an orphanage in Manehattan… I had used the money that would have kept over fifty colts and fillies off the freezing streets of Manehattan the next winter on a recording studio. I stole from the homeless. No! Homeless foals!!” Vinyls yell echoed down the long hall making Octavia and Fiddlesticks flinch at the sudden outburst. “And not only that, but when I was finally confronted by my parents for what I had done, I didn't even feel remorse! I was still angry at them, shouted furiously for giving money to some other foals when there were things their own daughter wanted to do that were more important! And that's when I crossed the line even for what my mom and dad could forgive me for, I guess… I have never seen them so angry and disappointed before or since in my life,” Vinyl said as a tear slowly rolled down her cheek.
Both Octavia and Fiddlesticks were now looking at Vinyl with a mixture of feelings that strongly clashed with each other. On one side, they felt really sorry for Vinyl since she was standing in front of them almost crying, and on the other side Vinyl was telling them she had more or less stolen from orphans in terrible need.
“They just stood there, staring at me for several seconds. Then they ordered Impeccable to bring the chariot around. I didn't understand what was happening as they brought me out and started driving off with me. Not until we were well out of Canterlot did I realize we were heading for Manehattan. Finally, we arrived outside of a very rundown orphanage late next day; the very orphanage that the money was supposed to replace. I was, of course, being even more of an annoying brat then ever. I was determined not to let them influence my justifiable anger at them. I thought they were just going to show me around to make me feel bad, but I had no idea what they were really planning,” Vinyl said with a smirk on her face. “Damn, they really did some top notch parenting that day.”
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In Manehattan some years ago…
A very annoyed Vinyl was shoved through the doors of the 107th Street Orphanage by Photo Finish and Hoity Toity. Vinyl observed her surroundings in disdain; the building was very rundown and obviously leaking at several places. Vinyl pointedly did not even dignify the children looking back at her curiously with as much as nod to acknowledge they existed. Her father had immediately been greeted by a very overwhelmed headmaster of the orphanage. She was a grizzly old earth pony who looked to be two hundred and fifty years old, at least. And she smells funny, as well, Vinyl realized and felt even more revulsion for the place.
Her dad had led the old mare away to what was apparently her office while Photo Finish stayed with Vinyl and the children, who were now gathering around them, excitedly asking her mother a lot of questions Vinyl didn't really pay attention to it, as she was busy trying to avoid the little horrors closing in around her. Finally, her father emerged again with the faded-pink old mare. Her mane and tail were crystal white and, as she get closer, Vinyl could see a golden heart cutie mark on her withered old flank.
“Here she is, Miss Golden Heart. I hope she will serve you well until the new orphanage can be opened. And I am terribly sorry for the delay with the funds. It will hopefully not be delayed more than three months if everything works out as we hope. But don't worry, we will be sending extra food and blankets in the meanwhile. Still, we hope you and your lovely children will be able to bring in their friends off the streets and celebrate Hearth's Warming Eve together at the new, and much warmer, orphanage,” Hoity Toity said apologetically.
“Well, don't worry about that Mr. Hoity Toity. We have survived here for many years now, so a few more months will not make a difference in the end. The new orphans we have taken in, since we thought we would be able to accommodate them, will just have to squeeze in wherever we can find space until the new orphanage opens,” Golden Heart said with a cheerful smile. “And again, thank you. Your generosity knows no bounds.” Then she started examining Vinyl quite curiously before nodding in approval.
“Even if she has no experience helping out around an orphanage, the mere fact she is a unicorn will help greatly. I actually have two unicorn fillies in desperate need of someone to show them the basics of magic at the moment, something I cannot do myself. And three more when the new children arrive in two months, so she will at least be able to help with that if nothing else,” Golden Heart said, looking sternly at Vinyl, who looked back at her completed dumbfounded.
“Wait… what?” Vinyl sputtered out, not comprehending at all what was happening.
“Well then… I guezz it'z time for me and your father to leave you to your work, Vinyl. Zorry for the inconvenience again, Mizz Golden Heart. And don't hezitate to make uze of Vinyl’z talentz anyway you can. Even if it turns out zhe can only help you by cleaning up around here, then at leazt let her do that for you. Zhe'z here for you and your children’s benefit, Mizz Golden Heart… az well az her own,” Photo Finish said sadly, and started heading for the door with Hoity Toity. Vinyl just stared at her parents for a second before starting to sprint after them.
“Wait! Wait!!!” she screamed and burst through the doors of the orphanage, out onto the streets of Manehattan. She screeched to a halt in front of the chariot that would take her parents back home to Canterlot again. The door slammed shut in front of her and her father leaned out of the open window.
“YOU CAN’T JUST LEAVE ME HERE, DAD!!!” Vinyl screeched in absolute horror.
“Oh? Why not? Didn't you say the children here didn't need anything? That must mean you will be perfectly happy staying here with them until they are setup at the new orphanage. And Miss Golden Heart can surely use your help, being as understaffed as she is,” Hoity Toity said, looking sternly down at his daughter who just looked back at him, mouth hanging open.
“No! You can do this I have, umm… School! What about school!!!” Vinyl Scratch yelled adamantly, thinking she had found a way out of her parent’s plans of abandon her in this hellhole.
“Oh, don't worry. We know how annoying you found your old teachers, so we're working on transferring you to the public school down here in Manehattan for the rest of the school year. Whenever you come back, I'm sure you'll be able to catch up with your private lessons and whatever you missed while you were here,” Hoity Toity said calmly as he bumped the roof of the chariot, signaling for them to start rolling.
Vinyl started sprinting alongside the wagon yelling how sorry she was and that she wouldn't do it again, as long as they didn't leave her here. Since she wasn't watching where she was going, it didn't take long before she's stumbled and face planted on the pavement. Rising groggily to her hooves, Vinyl Scratch watched helplessly as her parents disappeared off into the traffic of Manehattan, tears running down her face.
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“Wow… They really just left you there crying on the street? That's pretty harsh… Although, considering what you had done, I can’t really say you didn't deserve it… still, wow.” Fiddlesticks said, a bit overwhelmed by the story.
“Yes, but… How old were you then Vinyl, sixteen? Mom barely let us outside of the house at that age, never you mind leaving us alone and abandoned on the streets of Manehattan,” Octavia said rather heatedly.
“Oh I wasn't alone; Miss Golden Heart really took me in and taught me what I needed to know about life in the big city. Of course, I was a bitch about it in the beginning, working against her every step of the way. I even managed to hitchhike back home to Canterlot twice. But, each time, Mom and Dad just drove me straight back again. After the second time, I got the message. And… after a month or so it was just impossible not to get quite attached to some of the crazy little fillies and colts back there, I mean I'm still friends with Liberty Bell and Red June even today,” Vinyl Scratch said, a far-off look in her eyes and a happy little smile on her face. Both Octavia and Fiddlesticks smiled at this. Vinyl shook her head to clear it before turning around with a smirk.
“So, if not for your time at the orphanage you wouldn't be the mare you are today then?” Octavia asked.
“Nope, I think I would be just like your mom, if not worse… Umm, no offense.”
“Trust me, none taken,” Fiddlesticks mumbled, before looking at the door they had stopped next to. “Hey Vinyl, what does Ongecrkoo mean?” she asked pointing to the door.
Vinyl laughed and shook her head.“It’s pronounced ‘Ongaku’, and it means music. Speaking of that, why don't we go in here?” Vinyl said and pushed open a door with a big musical note on the front. Octavia and Fiddlesticks immediately followed, but stopped as their jaws almost hit the floor when they got inside. Before them lay a musical room of which they had never seen the likes of before. There were many many classical instruments of all kinds, drums, electric guitar and some strange instruments Octavia and Fiddlesticks didn't even recognize. There were also a lot of microphones and electronic equipment set up outside and inside of a booth in one corner of the room.
It quickly dawned on them that this was the room Vinyl had used the orphanage money to build all those years ago. The very room she had built to send her down the path of becoming the mare she was today. Vinyl stood in front of them and grinned back.
“Come on, let's have some fun! It's been such a long time since I've been in here. I don't even know if everything still works,” Vinyl said enthusiastically and trotted into the room almost like a giddy little filly, while Octavia and Fiddlesticks followed a bit more carefully.
However, it didn't take long before Fiddlesticks had found a violin of exceptional quality for her to use, while Octavia muttered after finding a very strange looking electronic contrabass standing beside the drum set.
“What is this monstrosity?” Octavia wondered out loud.
“Wait! Okay!!! No… What in Tartars… Ah there is! Okay, try playing it now!” Vinyl Scratch yelled from inside the control booth in the corner.
Octavia looked apprehensively at the electronic contrabass. With a snort, she rose up behind the instrument, being careful to find a proper balance in regards to this new contrabass, which was quite frankly only a stick with four strings on it. A stylized brass frame gave the impression of having the actual outlining of the contrabass resonant body but really didn't serve any purpose at all except estatik.
A bit reluctantly, Octavia picked up the bow and made herself ready. Slowly, she drew the first couple of notes of Beethooves ninth symphony and a surprisingly rich contrabass sound emitted from all the speakers around the music room, more or less drowning Octavia and Fiddlesticks in the overwhelming feeling of it all. Fiddlesticks tried to match Octavia on the fiddle, but was quite easily drowned out to her quite visible annoyance.
“Wait a minute, Fiddles!” Vinyl called out through the speakers. A second later, a cord wrapped in Vinyl Scratch’s blue magic connected to a socket Fiddlesticks hadn't noticed on the end of the fiddle she was holding.
“Okay. Go ahead, Fiddles!” Vinyl encouraged and Fiddlesticks started playing. This time, her violin easily matched Octavia’s contrabass.
“Hmm… Still not quite right…” Vinyl's voice could be heard through the speakers. With a few quick adjustments, half of the speakers were only playing Octavia’s contrabass and the other half Fiddlesticks’ violin, making both sound much more clear and deep since the speakers now didn't have to produce both sounds at once.
“Okay, let me just… there we go… and on… perfect!” Octavia and Fiddlesticks could hear Vinyl mutter through the speakers just before she emerged from the control booth grinning widely. Both Octavia and Fiddlesticks had stopped playing as they watched Vinyl look around for something she could play herself. She quickly walked over to the piano and set up a microphone above it before running into the control room again.
When she emerged for the second time, she walked up to the two stunning mares still standing confidently on their hind legs with the respective instruments at the ready.
“What do you guys say we just jam for a while? And do whatever… pops into our heads?” Vinyl wondered while she dreamily looked at Octavia’s much toned flank. With a quick glance to the side, she could see that Fiddlesticks’ flanks were quite equally toned as a result of standing on her hind legs alone for prolonged periods of time while performing. She looked back at Octavia following her curves with rapt attention. A little shiver went through Vinyl at the thought of-
“Vinyl… you are drooling dear,” Octavia said with a little giggle and a bit of a flush on her face. Vinyl quickly swallowed and shook her head.
“Sorry, just… Is it hot in here?” Vinyl said and quickly moved over to the piano trying to act cool. Octavia and Fiddlesticks look that each other with knowing smirks at where Vinyl’s thought had most likely been.
As the three of them started playing, it quickly became apparent that all three of them knew what they were doing. Although Vinyl wasn't completely up to scratch on her piano playing anymore, it was only because of the much trained ears listening that they could tell. A normal pony would never have noticed Vinyl’s very few mistakes.
After a little while, Octavia found that Fiddlesticks somehow had ended up standing next to her. And she immediately knew what was coming next. Octavia glanced over at her sister who met her gaze with a mischievous smile. Then, as she was in the middle of a good flow, Fiddlesticks ‘accidentally’ bumped her flak into Octavia’s making her have to catch herself, which she did flawlessly without even losing her flow in the music. In the next instance, Octavia retaliated with an exuberant draw the bow which connected the bow strings pointy end right in the side of Fiddlesticks torso, electing a little grunt. But Fiddlesticks also continued on without losing control even for a second, smirking back at her sister for failing to make her lose her rhythm. They both started to plan out what to do next to try and trip up there sibling and eternal rival.
“What are you guys doing?” the two sisters heard Vinyl ask, perplexed where she was now sitting at the piano looking over them.
“Oh, nothing! Just a bit of a sisterly grudge match that evolved into a friendly game between us. We always try to trip each other up while with play just to make it a bit more fun while we are practicing,” Fiddlesticks proclaimed happily.
“Yes, it's actually really been helpful. You wouldn't believe the kind of stuff that goes on in an orchestra when somepony wants your place, or if they have a friend they believe deserves it more,” Octavia said, smirking as she remembered all the times some fellow orchestra member had tried to trip her up during a performance, only for the reflexes she had gained by her sister always doing something unexpected to kick in, rescuing her from making a fool of herself.
“Really? Never would have thought… So, how far have you two gone when it comes to distracting the other?” Vinyl Scratch wondered and swivelled around so she faced the two mares, who continued to play while they looked for openings in each other's defenses.
“We have done everything you could imagine I believe. I remember this one time Fiddlesticks actually let out a snake beside me while I was playing,” Octavia answered and looked angrily over at her sister.
“Ahh… You still haven't forgiven me for that? You didn't lose your tempo for more than a tenth of a second, so it couldn't have been that bad,” Fiddlesticks shot back with a wide grin, knowing fully well that Octavia really hated snakes. A load ‘hmph’s was all Fiddlesticks got in answer.
“So, anything goes?” Vinyl wondered while smiling devilishly. Both Fiddlesticks and Octavia now watched Vinyl with a bit of worry.
“Well, yeah… Basically. Why?” Fiddlesticks asked.
“Cool! I'm in!” Vinyl Scratch said as she stood up and started walking over towards the two very worried, but still playing, mares. As she arrived, Vinyl looked up at either one of them.
“So, just let me get this straight, I can tickle you? Pinch you? Caress you? Do whatever I want to either of you, and, as long as you keep playing, you're still in the game?” Vinyl wondered innocently.
Octavia looked questioningly over towards Fiddlesticks, and as their eyes narrowed at each other in challenge the decision was made.
“Yes…” They both said at once.
Vinyl couldn't stop grinning as she slowly started prowling around the two incredibly wonderful, sleek, sexy-
Oh, by the heavens! Should I thank you, Luna, for this or is it good old Celestia at work here… HO! Of course! Thank you Discord for this… this… wonderful game that has been brought to my attention on this most glorious of days! Vinyl Scratch thought dreamily as she drank in every curve on the two sister’s heavenly bodies.
Finally, she sat down behind them and looked up at them from this most agreeable of angles. Neither Octavia or Fiddlesticks could now see her since they had to stand in front of her and had to continue concentrating on their playing. Slowly, Vinyl reached out and caressed Octavia’s lower back tentatively. She could feel a little shiver run through Octavia, but, aside from that, nothing happened. Smiling cheekily, she moved over to do the same to Fiddlesticks, who reacted in much the same way…
Clearly, this call for something more… Vinyl Scratch thought, but continued her ministration of caressing both Octavia and Fiddlesticks backs at the same time while figuring out her next move.
Finally, she settled on some good old tickling… of a kind. She stood up on her hind legs next to Octavia and slowly started kissing her down her neck and then out onto the shoulder, earning Vinyl her first little distracted hum from Octavia. Satisfied with the result Vinyl leaned over and repeated the process with Fiddlesticks, noticing that she had more trouble keeping her instrument steady under this ministration.
Well, she does have to keep her instrument pinned with her cheek… so this wasn't really a fair test between the two of them. I'll have to think about that from now on, Vinyl thought tentatively as she dropped down to all four hooves again.
Looking around herself, she wondered if there was something else she could use on the two sisters to make them falter in the playing without outright knocking them over: that would just be boring. Then an idea entered her head, and, with much eagerness, she headed off towards the control room leading two very surprised looking mares behind her. As she entered, her eyes immediately locked on the little fridge at the back of the room. Hoping against hope, she walked over and opened it.
“Bingo was his name…” Vinyl whispered to herself and smiled widely. Good old Impeccable. Of course he would remember to restock the fridge for her the minute she walked in the door. She grabbed two small water bottles with freshwater from the high mountains. Just as she was about to close the door, something caught her eye. She opened the fridge again.
Hmmm… Maybe later… Vinyl Scratch thought, but opted to close the fridge door… for now. As she walked back, she made sure to hide what she had collected from Octavia and Fiddlesticks. As she took up her position behind them, she passed for a few seconds to once again just soak in the view.
“So, ladies… We really need to establish what counts as stopping to play before we continue any further.” Vinyl said authoritatively.
“Well, in the past, it counts if we lose ourselves for more than a second,” Fiddlesticks answered.
“So, one thousand and one, and, if you're not playing at the end of that, you're out?” Vinyl deduced.
“Correct, if we can’t continue the number we are playing within a second we forfeit the game.” Octavia confirmed.
“Perfect! And just for clarification once again… There is nothing I can’t do?” Vinyl asked for the second time. She could see a slight shiver ran through both Octavia and Fiddlesticks.
“Nothing…” Fiddlesticks said in a whisper.
“You can do whatever you want…” Octavia seconded and, once again, Vinyl Scratch could see that elusive shiver run through the both of them. Vinyl just couldn't help but grin like a filly let loose in a candy store.
Slowly, Vinyl lifted the two water bottles into the air and silently opened the caps. Then, with an evil grin, she let them hover just at the start of Octavia’s and Fiddlesticks’ lovely necks, before slowly tipping the two containers so that ice cold water could pour over the backs of the two unsuspecting mares.
Immediately, both Octavia and Fiddlesticks let out shocked cry’s when they felt the cold water pouring down their spines. As it reached their lower backs, the water diverted to flow both down their flanks and cutie marks and start to soak into their luscious tails. When the last drops had left the bottle, Vinyl took in the sites of the now very wet girls in front of her and giggled. But, to the credit of both Octavia and Fiddlestick, neither one of them had stopped playing for more than a tenth of a second, leaving them both still in the game.
“By Luna’s moon, Vinyl! That was freaking cold!” Octavia reprimanded hotly.
“Nothing my sister and I haven't done to each other before, although neither one of us has ever used water from a glacier… Honestly, did you take it out of the deep-freezer or something?” Fiddlesticks wondered while she continued playing a calming little tune.
“Nah… Just out of the fridge in the studio,” Vinyl answered with a smirk while, once again, looking around herself for something a little bit more out-of-the-box she could do. Suddenly, she realized she had something they definitely couldn't have done to each other before lying all around her.
“Yes! Perfect…” Vinyl muttered to herself. Both Octavia and Fiddlesticks tried glancing backwards at the now widely grinning Vinyl.
Vinyl reached up and gently pushed both Octavia and Fiddlesticks towards each other forcing them to step closer and closer to each other. Finally, they were standing so close that Octavia’s left leg was crossing Fiddlesticks right leg. And both their flanks were so hmmm tantalizingly close to each other Vinyl actually had to fight the urge to stick her head in between Octavia and Fiddlesticks gorgeous butts and motor boat them.
“Okay girls, ready for the next one?” Vinyl wondered out loud.
“You're not supposed to tell us- WAHHHH!!!” Octavia cried out when suddenly electric cords started snaking their way around her body and legs covered in Vinyl's blue magic aura. It didn't take long before both sisters were tightly bound from the waist down, and strapped into circular hooks on the floor that were supposed to secure heavy speakers or equipment, but now worked absolutely brilliantly as anchors for the two bound together mares instead.
“Vinyl what are you doing?” Fiddlesticks wondered.
“I think you've misunderstood the game dear. You're supposed to trip us up, not make it impossible for us to fall over,” Octavia reprimanded playfully.
“Oh, don't worry! They’re just to make sure you don't run away during the next phase,” Vinyl answered with glee, making both Octavia and Fiddlesticks wonder what the heck they had just gotten themselves into just as Vinyl gave them both a playful whack each on their flanks.
“So… Have you two ever fucked each other?”
SKWEEEEEEKE!!!!
“WHAT!!!” both Octavia and Fiddlesticks cried out as one before remembering that the still had to play.
“Close one! I figured you have both done more or less every physical prank one could do against each other, but let's see what we can do on the mental side instead!” Vinyl said, and started laughing in a ridiculously evil voice.
“HA! HA! Funny!” Octavia said a bit fuming.
“Oh, come on, my little love bunny! Let's play a little truth or… well truth,” Vinyl said while she moved around in front of the two bound mares and continued watching them play.
“Hmmm, maybe…” Octavia said.
“Nice! So have you?” Vinyl continued questioningly. Both Octavia and Fiddlesticks looked over at each other and smiled.
“Sorry to disappoint you’re degraded mind Vinyl, but no. Although, we have actually had sex in the same bed at the same time… Just with different partners,” Octavia said, looking down at her now quivering marefriend.
“Oh, that's so hot… You two in the same bed, all hot and willing would just be mmmm…” Vinyl trailed off.
“Earth to Vinyl! Come back to us, are we losing you? And you are drooling again…” Fiddlesticks said teasingly while she let loose a very happy little piece of music on her fiddle. Vinyl shook her head to clear it.
“Sorry! Sorry! I was just being a bad filly,” Vinyl said teasingly. Both Octavia and Fiddlesticks smirked back at her.
Wow, they actually seem to be game for this… Maybe this can go further still? Vinyl mused to herself.
“So then Fiddlesticks…” Vinyl said grabbing Fiddles attention.
“How big is Cazooie down where it really matters?” Vinyl asked with a smile.
“Hmmm… He's quite well equipped, not the biggest I've ever had but he does know how to use it I can tell you that much. His real strength, however, is his extraordinary stamina,” Fiddlesticks said, and winked at Vinyl, who looked a little disappointed with how easily Fiddlesticks answered that.
“Come on, Vinyl. You have to do a lot better to get us off-balance now that we're ready for more saucy questions,” Fiddlesticks pointed out when she noticed Vinyl’s little pout. Immediately, Vinyl put her hoof under her chin and looked like she was thinking extra hard for about a minute or two.
“Who has deep throated the biggest dick between the two of you?” Vinyl wondered as she rose up and started slowly walking around the two sisters. They looked at each other questioningly.
“That is rather hard for us to say,” Octavia answered thoughtfully.
“Yeah… It's not like we've really keep track of each other's gentleman suitors throughout the years, and especially not what they're packing,” Fiddlesticks explained.
“Hmm… Yeah… OH! OH! Wait!!! I’ll be right back!” Vinyl yelled enthusiastically as she sprinted off, and out through the door to the studio, slamming it open as she went. Less than a minute later, Vinyl burst back in with a big black box floating behind her in her telekinetic grip. When she eagerly put it down in front of Octavia and Fiddlesticks, they could both read the sticker on it that proclaimed PRIVATE in big letters.
“Is that…” Octavia said eyes widening.
“Hell yeah! My private stash of stallion based entertainment!” Vinyl proclaimed proudly as she opened the box so the lid still hid what lay inside from the twin sisters. Both Octavia and Fiddlesticks were now craning their necks to try and sneak a quick peek. In quick succession, Vinyl Scratch levitated out five dildos of increasingly ridiculous size. Even the smallest one was bigger than Sir Morning Glory.
“Wow… they really are… big,” Octavia murmured.
“So, now you can pick one you think you could deep throat without gagging on!” Vinyl said happily. Octavia and Fiddlesticks looked at the options in front of them.
“Without gagging? Then I think I'll have to go for the smallest one… I was never into blowing stallions off for obvious reasons. Now that I think about it, Sir Morning Glory is the biggest thing I have ever done that particular thing with, mostly to see if I could,” Octavia said and blushed a bit.
“Second largest,” Fiddlesticks said without any hesitation. Octavia's eyes bugged out as she looked at the monstrosity; it was easily eighteen inches long and almost as wide as a hoof in girth.
“WHAT!!!” Octavia exclaimed disbelieving and then hastily started playing again, albeit a bit shakily.
“You go girl! Even I would have trouble getting that baby down!” Vinyl said approvingly as she eyed the black flared head of the dildo hungrily.
“Are you joking! What stallion could possibly have a cock that big!” Octavia said demandingly.
“Do you remember Affero?” Fiddlesticks asked. Octavia felt the name trigger some kind of memory and a dark blue earth stallion with orange mane and tail popped into her head.
“Wait… that little royal scribe that took you to the Grand Galloping Gala one year? No way in Tartarus he's got a dick like that!” Octavia exclaimed. Fiddlesticks just smiled back at her.
“Believe me, I wasn't dating that little fellow because of his small homely stature, but rather his hidden attributes so to speak. That stallion surely had a bit of Zebra in the bloodline somewhere,” Fiddlesticks said with a smirk as she look back at a wide-eyed Octavia.
Suddenly, the two of them heard of slurping sound and turned to see Vinyl in the midst of sucking off the dildo Fiddlesticks had just selected. She craned her head back when she noticed they were both looking and slowly but surely all of the eighteen inches disappear down her throat until the only thing visible was the base of the dildo and the two rubber balls hanging down under the shaft.
SKWEEEEEEKE!!!!
Both Octavia and Fiddlesticks ripped their eyes from Vinyl and continued playing something shakily that kind of resembled music while beginning to squirm quite visibly.
“Mmmm… Still got it!” Vinyl Scratch said with a laugh as soon as she had finished her display.
“Although, I must say I thought I had you two this time,” she continued and clapped her hooves together.
“Wow… that was… hot…” Fiddlesticks uttered and then squirmed even more against the bonds holding her in place, making Vinyl smile deviously.
“Okay then, so you two haven't fucked each other even a little, but you have admittedly had sex in the same bed at the same time… which begs the question, have either of you ever fantasized about doing it with the other in some fashion? And no peeking at each other trying to come to an answer! I know all about twins and you're weird speaking without speaking powers you're all supposed to have! You have to answer on the count of three… One, two, three-”
“No.”
“Yes.”
There was a bit of an awkward silence as both Octavia and Fiddlesticks looked at each other, one crimson red and the other with her jaw hanging open. And then Vinyl burst out in a wide grin.
“I win!” she exclaimed into the thundering silence of the studio.
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Syvvak - pre-reader/editorFox-Sama - AKA flowmaster
A Different Kind of Music...
Chapter 10 Spending Time Together…
A Different Kind of Music... Chapter 10 Spending Time Together…
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Fiddlesticks was staring at Octavia, her mouth opening and closing, producing no sound, as she tried to process what was said but still. Vinyl began looking worriedly from one sister to the other while a rather tense atmosphere started to build in the room. The fact that the two sisters were bound together rather firmly didn't seem to help the issue either.
“What… What do you mean, Octavia? Just a few days ago you didn't know you were a Fillyfooler, and now you're saying you have had fantasies about me?” Fiddlesticks asked in open astonishment tied together with an equal measure of disbelief. Octavia squirm quite a bit because of the attention she was now getting from Fiddlesticks and Vinyl.
“Look, Fiddles, it's not like you think, really; and I thought you did too...” Octavia protested meekly.
“Why would you think I had thought about your flank?” Fiddlesticks asked, in more shock than before, then she cringed a bit. “Except of course for me inadvertently spying on you and Vinyl just the other day... never mind...”
“Oh come on Fiddle, what’s the problem? I think about Octavia’s sexy butt all the time.” Both sisters shot Vinyl a deadpan look. “Right, shutting up.”
“Don't you remember? It was the first time we went to summer camp with the Equestrian Filly Scouts. That older filly showed us some new things at that secret meeting in the forest. Ohhh… what was her name again? Sweet Laps? No… Full Stacks? No… Oh yes! Firm Straps!” Octavia exclaimed happily.
“If you have forgotten about it, then let me remind you,” Octavia said with a smirk before bopping Fiddlesticks on the nose. “It was our first Filly Scout camping trip? The one we had to beg mother to let us go on?” Fiddle looked thoughtful for a moment before her cheeks flushed red.
“Ha! You do remember!” Octavia looked back to Vinyl with a grin.“See, when we were in the Filly Scouts we had an unorthodox lesson about sex and pleasuring oneself-” Octavia was cut off mid sentence.
“Wait! They taught that in the Filly Scouts?!” Vinyl shouted with a slack jawed expression before she got a very faraway look in her eyes.
“Damn… I missed out, didn’t I?” Vinyl whispered to herself. Although, she couldn’t remember ever having seen a Filly Scout with a sex badge on her vest. Plus, wouldn’t there be more parental outcries if that was the case? And definitely more volunteers. Wow, that’s a creepy thought… as if the scouts don’t have enough problems with those kinds of accusations already, Vinyl mused to herself.
Fiddlesticks had regained her composure, but still held a faint blush. “Well, it wasn't part of their regular curriculum. You see, there was a Senior Filly Scout named Firm Straps, and she and her fillyfriend snuck out into the forest one night and Octavia and I kind of… followed them…” Fiddlesticks said with a nervous grin.
“Oh, I think I can see where this is heading,” Vinyl Scratch said with a mischievous smile. “You two were just peeping Tom’s! Like a couple of Filly Scout perv’s. That expression ‘always ready’ just got a whole new meaning I’d say. How did the badge for that look, by the way?” Vinyl asked, chuckling.
Ignoring Vinyl’s comment, Fiddlesticks continued. “Well… As I was saying, it wasn't long before Octavia and I started to imitate what we saw Firm Straps and her fillyfriend do,” Fiddlesticks said before her eyes went wide. “Only to ourselves, though, and not each other! We never went down on each other!” Fiddlesticks affirmed.
“No, but I definitely thought about it that night, Fiddles. While I was doing it, I was actually fantasizing about the fact that it was you, that was, you know. Doing what Firm Straps filly friend was doing to her…” Octavia said, looking a bit scandalized. Fiddlesticks in the meanwhile ended up blushing just as much as, if not more than, Octavia did.
“Well…” Fiddlesticks began, “I was actually thinking about you that night as well. Neither one of us had ever clopped before, so it probably wasn't so strange that we fantasized about the one closest to us at the moment. We didn't know that it was supposedly taboo to do so, either,” Fiddles said as she looked up into the eyes of her sister, who was still very close to her at the moment… tied tightly together with her… at… the hips… near their very heated crotches…
Both Octavia and Fiddlesticks suddenly became very aware of their close proximity to each other, the way they were tied together with their legs crossing each other, and just how flustered they both were right then.
“Vinyl, dear… Could you please unstrap us?” Octavia asked cautiously.
“Yeah, sure,” Vinyl said as her horn flared up releasing the cables from the floor, which only managed to ensure that the now off-balance sisters immediately tumbled down still tied together.
They ended up in a tangled heap, both feeling their hind legs grind into their sister’s, at the moment, very wet slits. Both of them gasped loudly, as every movement they made sent unintended pleasure through their respective bodies.
“Oh, sorry about that. Just give me a second and I'll how have you both free again,” Vinyl chuckled, mostly thinking about the fact they had fallen over, and not the very compromising position they were now laying in. The moment the cables were off, Octavia and Fiddlesticks frantically disentangled themselves from each other, breathing heavily and blushing madly.
“So, what do you two want to do now?” Vinyl asked, preoccupied with curling up all the different cables into manageable bundles.
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“Okay, tell me again… How in Tartarus did we get roped into this?” Fiddlesticks asked Octavia, who was buttoning up the top of her filly scout outfit they had found in Photo Finish’s private studio wardrobe. There had been a surprising amount of quite frisky looking outfits in there as well, much friskier than three filly scout outfits.
“I honestly can’t tell you, Fiddle… All I remember is that one minute we're laughing, talking about the possibilities of perhaps taking some funny pictures in filly scout uniforms and the next second we're standing here in full costume…” Octavia answered, trying to recall how Vinyl had managed to make it all sounds so reasonable.
“Okay ladies! I've set up the camera to take a picture every ten seconds until it runs out of film! So all we have to do is take funny--” and sexy “--positions between each shot!” Vinyl yelled from where she stood behind the camera, checking that they were all going to be in the frame on top of the fake grass rug they had rolled out on the floor.
Vinyl Scratch smiled widely as she trotted over to Octavia and Fiddlesticks. She put a hoof on each of their shoulders and leaned in between them, grinning at the camera.
“Okay girls, cheesecake!” Vinyl exclaimed just before the multiple flashes in the room went off simultaneously. After the first shot was done, the three mares quickly stood up, and Octavia showed Vinyl how to make a passable filly scout’s salute. And as the next shot went off, the three mares stood in a line, grinning eagerly.
After almost half an hour of continuous giggles, and more and more provocative poses, the three mares finally ended up in a heap laughing after a photo where both Octavia and Fiddlesticks when kissing Vinyl on the opposite cheeks. As they finally calmed down, Vinyl gave both mares a loving huge.
“Man, I love you, Octy! You too, Fiddlesticks! I mean, you’re both so awesome and relaxed when it comes to us just hanging out like this. It’s just great,” Vinyl said with a happy sigh. Then, a bit reluctantly, she got up on all fours and headed to the camera to take out the last roll of film.
“Okay you two! It’s starting to get late, so we should probably get ready for dinner,” Vinyl said while took the last roll of film and put it in a box marked ‘develop’. When she turned back towards Octavia and Fiddlesticks, they were both leaning in towards each other, whispering. Raising an eyebrow, Vinyl walked back towards them.
“So what are you two whispering about?” Vinyl asked in a conspiratorial voice.
“Oh nothing… it’s just… Could maybe Fiddle and I have a little time alone? We need to discuss something about… the dinner… yes... the dinner,” Octavia said, looking back at Vinyl and smiling mischievously.
“You better not be having sexy talk without me, or my sexy sense will go tinging. But still, if you want to have a talk before dinner with your mum, it’s okay with me. I’ll be in my room taking a shower… a long, wet shower...” Vinyl said and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at Octavia. “You two remember how to get there from here?”
“Yes, that’s no problem. We’ll come over as soon as we finish talking,” Fiddlesticks answered back, thinking she knew what Octavia wanted to talk about and not looking forward to it at all.
“Okay, see you two later than,” Vinyl said with a nod and walked out of the photo studio. Vinyl was barely out of the door before Fiddlesticks turned towards Octavia who only held up a hoof for silence. A minute past.
“We’re not going to start talking until you go away, Vinyl!” Octavia called out.
“Oh, come on!” Vinyl called out from behind the door, which was still partly open. One more minute passed in silence.
“Fine! I’m going!” Vinyl exclaimed annoyedly and walked off, grumbling to herself.
“Okay, so… about Vinyl,” Octavia began hesitantly.
“It’s okay, Octy, I know what you going to say… and I’ll back off,” Fiddlesticks said, looking away from Octavia. “I really dont want to mess this up for you. Please understand I love you and I want you to be happy.”
“Well, actually… I’ve noticed both you and Vinyl seems to be getting rather close.” Octavia gave a sigh. “You are both looking at each other from time to time without really thinking about it, and it’s clear that the two of you find each other attractive.”
“Well that’s a given. Vinyl is attracted to you and I am more or less your mirror image. And, well…” She coughed into her hoof. “Vinyl is really easy on the eyes, I won’t lie about that,” Fiddlesticks said. “But I still don’t intend to step in between you two, I’ve still got Kazooie and I’m not giving up on him, even if we’re having a little trouble at the moment.”
“Thank you for saying that, Fiddles… It really means a lot. But what I wanted to say to you is that I have really enjoyed the time the three of us have spent together so far… It’s been a bit bumpy sure, but at the same time really fun and I love having you around, you know. So I might actually be cool with you giving her a surprise kiss every now and then, if you both want to that is… I know neither you nor Vinyl would ever hurt me knowingly,” Octavia said and put her right hoof across Fiddlesticks back.
“You… You really mean that sis? You would trust me that much?” Fiddlesticks wondered hopefully.
“Yeah… but only kissing for now okay. If I see you going down on her without my say so, I will send you both to Tartarus, ok? Oh, and make sure Kazooie don’t get any funny ideas in either one of his stallion heads about joining in on what we’ve got going here,” Octavia said with a raised eyebrow while she smiled back at Fiddlesticks.
“No problem, Sis. I’ll make sure he knows it’s a filly only herd, and that I’m only in on the teasing part of it. Besides, my main goal is still fixing things with Kazooie, after all. But it sure is nice feeling wanted again,” Fiddlesticks said, looking a bit thoughtful. “So, should we had back to Vinyl’s room now?” she wondered.
“Actually,” Octavia said looking back towards the camera, “I have a little idea on how to tell Vinyl we are both okay with her checking you out openly.”
“Really? Please do tell…” Fiddlesticks said teasingly as she followed her sister’s gaze.
Not ten minutes later two giggling, and clearly flushed, mares walked out of the photo studio, having added one more roll of film for developing.
****
When Photo Finish, tired and annoyed, walked into her sanctum not twenty minutes later, she flung herself down on her favourite chair behind her desk with a huff.
“Zupermodelz! BHHHA! There is nothing zuper about them!” she cried out, letting her pent-up frustration of not being able to take that perfect picture this day finally come out. As she always did when she felt like this, Photo Finish looked up at the wall opposite of her, where a very big picture of a yellow coated Pegasus with a pink mane and tail hung in a place of honour. With a soft whining sound, Photo Finish placed her head onto her front hooves as she looked up at her favourite model.
“Oh, Flutterzhy… can you zee what you left me to work with?! Why did you have to leave me my preciouz darling?” Photo Finish wailed dramatically, before abruptly stopping when she noticed something that hadn’t been on her desk before.
“What’z thiz? I’m pretty zure I developed all the filmz from earlier…” Photo Finish wondered out loud.
“Impeccable!” Photo cried out while she scooped up the new films in the to develop box.
“Yes, madam,” Impeccable’s calm voice said from beside Photo Finish, even though he had not been standing there a second earlier.
“What iz thiz? Thiz waz definitely empty when I left earlier,” Photo Finish asked, gesturing to the now clearly not empty box
“I believe Miss Vinyl and her friends were in here earlier. Mayhap they are pictures of the lovely trio,” Impeccable answered. After hearing this, Photo Finish’s face shone up considerably.
“Oh marvellouz! I’ll have to develop them immediately! Inform me when Mizz Lyrica arrivez,” Photo Finish ordered Impeccable.
“Very well, madam. I will inform Vinyl and company that the dinner will be informal, since there will be no time for dressing up after you’ve developed the films, madam,” Impeccable swiftly informed her.
“Yez, yez! That’z all very well and zo on! Now away with you, my good stallion! I need to ztart da magicz!” Photo Finish exclaimed and disappeared into the darkroom with a flurry.
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Syvvak - pre-reader/editorMikemeiers - pre-reader/editorFox-Sama - AKA flowmaster
A Different Kind of Music...
Chapter 11 Dinner With a Side Order Of…
A Different Kind of Music... Chapter 11 Dinner With a Side Order Of…
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Photo Finish couldn't stop herself from smiling broadly. She would just have to persuade that daughter of hers to come to a photo session together with her fillyfriends again, but this time with her, Photo Finish, behind the camera. Now that she knew how far she could push them, Photo Finish would take pictures that will be plastered across the covers of every magazine in the world! The photos they had taken by themselves were passable for amateurs, but what she, Photo Finish, could do with these ravaging creatures! Photo Finish actually shivered at the thought of capturing their beauty and perfection on film for the world to see.
And thoze two girlz Vinyl znagged for herzelf certainly don't zeem afraid to… expoze themzelvez either, Photo Finish thought with a giggle as she looked at a few rather provocative pictures with just the two sisters in them. They were certainly meant to drive the onlooker crazy with desire, and who the intended onlooker was, Photo Finish thought, to her great satisfaction, she was quite assured of who that was.
Knock!
Knock!
“Madam, Miss Lyrica is currently waiting for you in the foyer,” Impeccable’s voice informed from the other side of the dark room door.
“Wonderful! I juzt finizhed with the picturez; tell her I will be right out!” Photo Finish answered enthusiastically, grabbing a hold of one of the pictures the two sisters had taken of themselves.
Thiz one iz definitely the bezt of the two of them in thiz zeriez of picturez. I'll give it to them zo they can prezent it az a gift to my preciouz honeybun at their earliezt convenience. Photo Finish thought with a mischievous, little smirk on her face while she put the picture in a silver frame and wrapped it up as if it were a foals first Hearths Warming present, to make sure no pony but the intended would see what lay within.
Photo Finish gave a happy little snicker. She was, after all, only doing them a favor by bringing the picture to them as soon as possible. It definitely had nothing to do with her wanting to see the look on their faces when they realize Vinyl's own mother has seen all the pictures they thought they were taking in secret for Vinyl's eyes only.
Nope… nothing like that at all! Photo Finish affirmed with a laugh as she headed out of the darkroom to greet Miss Lyrica.
****
When Photo Finish was halfway to Lyrica she suddenly stopped in her tracks when a thought struck her. She looked dubiously at the wrapped photo she was caring. It might not be the best idea to present this picture to the three younger mares with Lyrica present at the time. But Photo Finish so wanted to see the looks on their faces when they opened it, and the sooner the better! So with determined steps she alter her course, heading off towards the intended dining hall for the evening. Vinyl Scratch was after all not the only member of the family to act on a whim and sudden inspiration.
As Photo Finish entered, she saw the medium-sized round table for more intimate gatherings in the center of the dining hall, beautifully decorated and prepared for the dinner to come. The three mares she was looking for sat together, talking and laughing while they awaited Photo Finish and Lyrica’s arrival.
With a smile, Photo Finish quickly approached the three of them. When the trio finally noticed her, the mares immediately quieted down as they saw the smile across Photo Finish's features.
“Oh boy… This can’t be good,” Vinyl Scratch said ominously.
“Don't be like that darling! I come bearing giftz after all!” Photo Finish said, still smiling widely.
“Okay… I know I'm going to regret this, but… what is it?” Vinyl answered. Photo Finish merely giggled as she put the present in front of her daughter before turning around heading back the way she came.
“What is it?!” Vinyl called after her mother, not really trusting her notoriously mischievous parent. “If it blows up, I’ll be coming after you with a vengeance!”
“Oh! You will love it darling, I promize; alzo, in the future, you might inform your filly friendz that I, Photo Finish, iz the only one allowed to develop film in thiz family,” she called back from just in front of the doorway where she stopped and looked back at the three young mares.
One mare looked questioningly back at her mother, not really getting it. Wasn't it obvious that if one had one of the world's greatest photographers in the family it was fairly certain the she would be the one to develop film in said family?
However, the other two mares sitting on either side of Vinyl looked positively mortified, both their faces were bright red as their gazes were locked straightforward in shock, with eyes wide open when the implication of what Photo Finish said sank in.
Fiddlestick’s slowly looked to the brightly wrapped gift, knowing full well what was in it. “Octavia, I am begging, please tell me that’s not what I think it is... Please.” But the gray mare was barely able to breath let alone speak.
Octavia had not thought this would be brought to light until tomorrow at the earliest, and definitely not at the dinner where her mother would soon be attending.
After hearing the tremble in Fiddles voice, Vinyl Scratch wasted no more time to open the present and withdrew what lay inside, only to immediately freeze in place as her mouth fell open. In the picture both Octavia and Fiddlesticks were looking back at her, both mares giving Vinyl the most hypnotic bedroom eyes she had ever seen. They had their cheeks pressed together as they gazed out at Vinyl while they lay ensnared in each others hooves, their plots were also quite exposed in the shot. Fiddlesticks tail was covering her flower… mostly anyway. Octavia’s was however on wide display for her intended audience of one. And to make it all even better, they were still in their filly scout uniforms… mostly.
“W…. I…Ummm….Ok……. what???” Vinyl stammered out as she looked back and forth between Octavia and Fiddlesticks, who were both blushing furiously.
“Yes… hehe… Well, you see…” Octavia swallowing her nervousness as she was finally able to look up at the still stunned expression on Vinyl Scratch’s face.
“Fiddles and I were talking a bit earlier…” Octavia began to explain, smiling back at her marefriend. Over at the door, Photo Finish gave a little laugh before she disappeared off to meet Miss Lyrica.
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Lyrica stood nervously just inside of the entrance, awaiting to be greeted by the famous Photo Finish. She was not completely certain of what this sudden invitation meant, but she hoped it had something to do with Octavia or Fiddlesticks. If she was lucky, one of them had caught the eye of Photo Finish and now she wanted to discuss the possibility of acquiring their services as models.
A prospect Lyrica found to be very pleasing indeed. If it was Octavia, she would have a daughter that was both the lead cellist in the Canterlot Orchestra and now possibly also famous model as well. If it was Fiddlesticks, than it would finally give her something to be proud of her other daughter for, so both prospects made Lyrica very happy.
She had been dressed to the teeth when she was about to leave, but a late note informed her that the dinner was informal, with only family attending. In spite of this, she had still kept all the ornaments on and only removed her dress.
Around her pale lavender neck hung a beautiful, and expensive, pearl necklace. In her ears hung a matching pair of pearl studded earrings with amethysts cut in the form of feathers hanging down from the ears. Around her shoulders, she also had a white silk sash with a fresh rose adorning it. To top it all off, in her newly groomed curly blonde mane she had a purple amethyst flower brooch securing three extremely expensive phoenix feathers to her mane. It all gave off a very refined and rich looked that just screamed money. So when she finally heard hooves approaching, Lyrica immediately shone up in a very satisfied and self-important smile.
“Ah, there you are! Welcome, darling! Welcome!” Photo Finish exclaimed exuberantly as soon as she saw Lyrica, quickly trotting up to greet her.
“I have to thank you so very much for inviting me this evening, Miss Finish. I can't describe what a delight it is to finally meet you,” Lyrica answered, a bit shell-shocked by Photo Finish’s boisterous greeting. Lyrica also noted that the ice blue Earth pony was completely bare except for her trademark purple shades with the black rims, which contrasted stunningly against her white mane and tail.
“Oh think nothing of it my dear! Now come! Come! The girlz are waiting for uz in the dining hall!” Photo Finish immediately snapped around to lead the way back to the girls, who had hopefully gathered themselves from their little surprise by now.
As they walked through the mansion, Photo Finish could see clear signs of the usual bamboozled expression on Lyrica’s face, clearly proclaiming she could not believe the interior design of the place. But Photo Finish paid it no mind, since not every pony was blessed with her above-reproachful sense of taste and style. There was, after all, a reason their only existed one Photo Finish in the world.
As the pair drew closer to their goal, both Photo Finish and Lyrica started hearing happy laughter echoing down the halls of the mansion. Lyrica looked a bit perturbed since she recognized the laughter as her daughters, and a breach in protocol like that was certainly not what she had taught them. Furthermore to do it here in front of Photo Finish of all ponies!
As they finally entered the dining hall, Lyrica was just about to correct her daughters’ behavior when the site of a third mare sitting with them almost made Lyrica shriek in horror. She froze in place, gawking at the ruffian she had met in Octavia's apartment. They had brought that horror with them to Photo Finish’s dinner invitation?
“Octavia! Fiddlesticks! What is the meaning of bringing that with you?!” Lyrica asked in a calm voice, but it was positively seething with malice that was directed at her idiotic daughters.
Unseen by Lyrica, Photo Finish raised an eyebrow at her, and decided on the spot not to introduce Vinyl as her daughter and see what happened. Many insights could possibly be gained if Lyrica didn't find out that Vinyl Scratch was her daughter until a little later.
“Oh, hi again! Fancy bling you got there, Lyrica. It looks snazzy! Why don't you two come and join us already! We're having a blast over here!” the white unicorn menace with her spiky two-tone blue main and damned purple sunglasses shouted over towards the now approaching Photo Finish and Lyrica.
Lyrica couldn't help but grind her teeth and glare at her daughters for this incomprehensible breach of etiquette and their part. Bringing along such a hoodlum to a refined and important dinner with a high celebrity figure like Photo Finish. The white unicorn might or might not have saved Octavia earlier, but that was still not an excuse to bring her along here!
Are they mad?! They are surely trying to embarrass me like the other day. Well, they'll have another thing coming to them! Lyrica thought while she studied the three mares already sitting at the table.
I'll have to make sure Photo Finish knows Octavia and Fiddlesticks have nothing to do with this creature, or else all might be lost! Lyrica thought desperately while she moved over and sat down at the round table between Photo Finish and Fiddlesticks. On the other side of the table from her sat Octavia and Vinyl Scratch.
They were also sitting a little too close together if she had any say in it, which she most certainly did. Why… the way the two of them were leaning towards each other somepony could get the wrong idea!
“Octavia, sit up straight, you're not a sack of potatoes are you? What in the name of Celestia has gotten into you, young lady? You were holding a better posture when you were five,” Lyrica scolded her daughter while she undoubtedly looked at the cause of the problem.
“Don’t mimic this uppstart! I can understand that thing not sitting properly with her lack of refinement, or proper parenting, but that still does not give you an excuse to follow her bad example,” Lyrica snapped. Both Octavia and Fiddlesticks looked on in horrified fascination while Lyrica continued digging a proverbial pit to fall into. Finally, Octavia managed to gather herself.
“Mom, Vinyl Scratch is-”
“Zuch a delight to be around! Don't you agree Octavia, my darling! Why, I think even Fiddleztickz iz a bit taken with her if I'm any judge of zuch thingz. Zo, don't you two worry none, I am very grateful that you brought Vinyl here with you earlier. It haz, after all, been a very long time znce I zaw her lazt,” Photo Finish interjected.
Both Octavia and Fiddlesticks looked at Photo Finish, not understanding what was going on, but Vinyl couldn't help but smirk as she understood her mother's little game.
“You…” Lyrica looked apprehensively over towards the white unicorn. “You know Miss Vinyl?”
“Oh yez, certainly! I've been keeping an eye on her for quite zome time,” Photo Finish answered, grinning over at Vinyl who snorted.
“No matter if I wanted you to or not,” Vinyl answered shortly while tapping her hoof against the table.
“I see. Well, than I guess it was no problem that my daughter’s brought their new friend along,” Lyrica lamented, still not looking too happy. “But if you would not mind me asking, what has brought this little impromptu get-together into being?”
“Why, zurely you know? Thiz iz about the problem we are all having with thoze mizerable Von Trot’z. Thinking they can do anything they want and get away with it juzt becauze of their ‘nobility’,” Photo Finish stated while making certain that the others at the table knew exactly what she thought about said nobility. Lyrica looked absolutely stunned.
“You've already heard about that? But, but, but I thought I had taken care of that?” Lyrica said in dismay as she thought Photo Finish had heard about the incident from the gossipmongers. “I’ve been working almost non-stop trying to keep this under wraps all day!”
“Wait. You thought you were going to keep this thing quite?” Vinyl said, looking quite perplexed by the sheer belief that Lyrica apparently thought she could do something like that.
“Octavia was almost raped, you do get that right? Shit is going to hit the fan no matter what anypony does, but if you're trying to keep it quiet, than it looks like we are guilty!” Vinyl said accusingly while pointing at Lyrica with one hoof.
“Well, unlike you, I have a reputation to uphold!” Lyrica sneered back.
“YOU HAVE A REPUTATION! How the fuck do three creeps trying to rape Octavia make YOU look bad!!!” Vinyl shouted in absolute fury while she stood up and leaned as far over the table as she could while glaring at a now clearly very frightened Lyrica.
“Darling, we here to find a zolutionz, not create more problemz,” Photo Finish said motioning for Vinyl to sit back down again. Grumbling, her daughter complied while still staring daggers at Lyrica.
“Why I never… Octavia! I forbid you to spend more time with this ruffian! She may or may not have helped you once, but she is clearly a bad influence on you!” Lyrica shrieked out in horror at Vinyl's behavior.
“Mother, I will not leave my marefriend just because you say so. I love Vinyl more than I have ever loved anyone before. She is the most caring and wonderful pony I have ever met, even if she is a bit rough around the edges… I kind of like that, because it's honest,” Octavia said defensively while leaning in to nuzzle Vinyl’s neck lovingly.
Lyrica now sat completely stunned, looking with wide eyes while Octavia and Vinyl snuggled up towards each other before ending all pretences with a quick kiss on the lips.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Everyone around the table flinched while Lyrica screamed.
“No! Nonononono! My daughter is not a fillyfooler! Get your filthy hooves of my daughter this instant! You are most definitely not on the list!” Lyrica screamed horrified. She was met by several blank stares around the table.
“What? What list?” Octavia asked apprehensively.
“The list!” Lyrica screamed, frantically waving her hooves around. “I have painstakingly made a list of all acceptable stallions for you Octavia, and this drugged up white horror is definitely not on it! I most certainly will not allow these crimes against all decency to continue! You will walk straight home right now, young lady, and then we will have a serious talk about your choices in life!” Lyrica continued to shriek while the rest of the occupants around the table just looked at her with blank expressions.
“Damn… You really got a screw loose, lady,” Vinyl finally said with ill hidden contempt. “And I already told you, I’m not on Redeye, I’m albino.”
“You shut up, charlatan! You have corrupted my innocent Octavia! I don't know what you did to make her like you! But I will undo it if it's so is the last thing I do!” Lyrica continued to shout.
“Mother for once in your life shut up!” Fiddlesticks suddenly screamed at the top of her lungs obviously having reached the end of her patients. “For Celestia’s sake, Octavia is a full-blown lesbian! I'm bisexual! And Vinyl is Octavia's new, and might I add wonderful, marefriend! So for once in your miserable life be happy for her and shut up!”
In the silence after Fiddlesticks proclamation, Lyrica just sat quietly staring from Octavia to Fiddlesticks to Vinyl, over and over again.
“Very good darling. Now, if all the zhouting iz done, maybe we can bring in zome drinkz to water our throatz and cool uz off a little, yez?” Photo Finish suggested calmly.
“I'll have a beer, thank you,” answered Vinyl Scratch.
“Yez, I know darling. And what of the rezt of you lovely marez?” Photo Finish asked.
“Red wine would be lovely for my nerves,” Octavia said hesitantly.
“I'll have some hard apple cider if you have any,” Fiddlesticks continued, to which Photo Finish nodded in confirmation.
Lyrica just sat quietly trying to once again compose herself after the shock from Fiddlesticks quite loud proclamation.
“I… I would love a glass of champagne,” Lyrica finally managed to croak out.
“Yez, that'z a lovely zentiment,” Photo Finish said happily. “After all, it izn't every day we get to cheer our daughterz, and especially not on zuch a happy occazion as finding true love,” Photo Finish said and clapped her hooves together excitedly.
Immediately, Impeccable came to the table with several different type of glasses suspended in his magic. He sat down one filled with frothy, cold beer in front of Vinyl Scratch.
“Oh yeah! Is it…” Vinyl Scratch said hopefully gesturing towards the tall glass brimming with amber liquid inside.
“Weissbier, you’re favorite if the information I have is correct,” Impeccable said with a smile and a small nod.
“Impeccable, pleaze, you'll zpoil my daughter rotten again, and that'z zomething only I’m allowed to do!” Photo Finish said teasingly, to which Impeccable only raised an eyebrow.
“Of course, madam. I will try to control myself in the future,” Impeccable said while he put the orders of the other mares on the table. “Although I'm quite certain I will fail in that endeavor quite catastrophically,” he then added as he walked away, shooting Vinyl a mischievous smile which she returned.
“Oh, you bad ztallion you! I zhould never have hired you on to teach my preciouz little Vinyl about all that magic stuff you unicornz uze to cauze zo much mizchief!” Photo Finish countered in friendly banter.
“Wait!” Lyrica suddenly yelled as her brain finally caught up with everything happening around her. “Your daughter?!”
Photo Finish turned to look over at the now clearly flustered mare.
“Why yez. darling. Lazt I checked, Octavia and Fiddlestickz are your daughterz, and quite lovely daughter’z they are, while Vinyl iz mine,” Photo Finish said while looking at Lyrica, whose eyes were quickly turning into pinpricks.
“But, but, but, but, what?” Lyrica finally said, sinking down in utter disbelief.
“Okay, I’ve had just about enough of this charade. Now, you are going to shut your trap for a while and stop sucking the life and fun out of everypony and you're going to listen carefully,” Vinyl suddenly cut in. Lyrica looked ready to protest when Vinyl took her glasses off and looked her right in the eyes.
“I said shut your trap. Now, whether you like it or not, you are in my family home. Yes, Photo Finish is indeed my mum. You know what a mother is, don’t you? A mother is a pony that loves you no matter how much you fuck up in your own opinion!” Vinyl then pointed a hoof at a Fiddlesticks, who looked surprised at the gesture.
“A mother does not toss out, or shun, her daughter just because she did not marry the stallion you wanted her to, or for doing what she truly loves for a living. Fiddle’s here is a great mare, and even though I only just met her, she is already one of the the best friends I could ever ask for! But you throw her out completely, saying she could only come back if she broke it off with her stallion and started playing the fiddle as a classical musician instead of country-western, you know, the way Fiddlesticks loves to play it! You did all that only because she did not turn out the way you wanted so you could show her up like some doll you’ve created! Well, here’s a newsflash for you: Fiddlesticks turned out better then you could ever dream of her becoming!”
Fiddlesticks herself was beyond words at what Vinyl had just said. Nobody outside of her sister had ever defended her in front of their mother. A few tears of joy threatened to break through as she looked on in open-mouthed astonishment.
Octavia, in the meantime, was reaching a hesitant hoof towards her marefriend. Fearing what might happen, she was thinking about pulling Vinyl back. A hoof on Octavia’s own shoulder stopped her. Looking back the other way, she saw Photo Finish shaking her head.
“Onze my honeybun getz goinz, there iz no stoppinz’s her my dear,” Photo Finish whispered as they turned their attention back to Vinyl.
“And I will be damned to the sun before I let you do it to Octy. I saved her from a fate no pony should ever face!” Rage was now filling her eyes as memories from that night filled her inner vision.
“Have you ever known anypony that was raped? Have you ever dealt with picking up the shattered pieces left behind? Knowing you, I doubt it! I saved your daughter from being raped by those asshole nobles, the same ones you're trying to please, the same ones you want Octy to apologize to in order to save your precious reputation!” Vinyl yelled before taking a deep breath to calm herself, she wiped her eyes and turned smiling to her mare friend.
“But in all honesty I am glad for your close call, even if that’s selfish of me. If not for that I would never had met you Octy, and I never would have fallen in love with you.” All Octavia could do to answer was smile lovingly up at Vinyl. Vinyl placed a hoof on Octavia’s shoulder before leaning in kissing her deeply. As they separated, both mares turned back to the still completely dumbstruck Lyrica.
“So, my little prissy miss succubus, let me lay this down for you, easy like. I'm Photo’s kid, Octy and Fiddle are yours. I saved Octy from three noble assholes at the Royal wedding. We fell in love and now we are screwing each other's brains out!” Vinyl Scratch said, glaring back at Lyrica, who only looked horrified by Vinyl's explanation.
“Honey, that last part was unnecessarily crude of you,” Octavia reprimanded, taking a careful sip of her wine.
“Oh, come on! She deserves it; she's been nothing but short and snooty with me since the second we met. It doesn't matter to her that I saved you, or that we are in love! All she cares about is that she looks good in front of her stupid noble buddies!” Vinyl said angrily, making Lyrica cringe at the harsh words.
“Look, I'm just trying to do what's best for my children,” Lyrica said defensively.
“Yeah, keep telling yourself that. Nothing you say makes it true though, and you know it…” Vinyl muttered irritably.
“Now, now, let's all calm down,” Photo Finish said, raising her champagne glass towards Lyrica. “I propose a toast for the welfare and happiness for the budding relationship between our families.”
After a bit of a hesitation, and quick calculating in her head, Lyrica raised her glass as well responding to the toast.
“Yes…” she said hesitantly. “For the budding relationship between our families.” Lyrica mirrored and all present around the table echoed the toast, but it was quite clear she was having trouble pulling herself together.
Grinning, Photo Finish clapped her hooves together and, once again, Impeccable trotted up to the table pulling a cart laden with dish upon dish of delicious looking food behind him in his magic. All through dinner, Photo Finish managed to keep every pony much more polite and non-confrontational. Most cunningly done by Photo Finish through simply keeping Lyrica’s concentration mostly on herself, while the three younger mares talked adamantly with each other. Although the way Vinyl and Lyrica kept looking at each other every now and then didn't escape anypony around the table. Finally, as Impeccable rolled out the empty desert plates, it was time to get down to the matter at hoof.
“Zo, the Von Trot’z are currently blocking of accezz to any noticeable defenze lawyerz in Canterlot. I, however, have zeveral connectionz in Manehattan we could utilize, but getting them here for tomorrow'z prehearing will not be pozzible,” Photo Finish said forlornly, absentmindedly tapping her champagne glass for Impeccable to refill. With a smirk, Lyrica turned towards Photo Finish.
“Oh, don't worry about that. I have already secured a defense lawyer for tomorrow. You see, my family has been in close cooperation with the Studious Mares Law Firm for quite some time. And even though they had received the same threat of reprimands if accepting our case from the Von Trots, they are standing firmly behind us because of our long-standing business relations,” Lyrica said, looking smugly at three very surprised mares on the other side of the table. They had, after all, been to that law firm themselves, but had been turned away there just as promptly as everywhere else they have been. Photo Finish, however, just gave a little grunt in response, prompting Lyrica to glance over at her questioningly.
“You don't approve? I thought it would be a welcome breakthrough for us. They may not be the biggest firm in Canterlot but they are loyal to me and my family. You shouldn't feel bad about not being able to procure a lawyer of appropriate standard at such short notice,” Lyrica said, looking back at the others even more smugly than before.
“Come now, darling. Thiz haz nothing to do with their loyalty to your family, they are buzinezz marez and you juzt turned into a golden gooze for them,” Photo Finish said and raised her newly filled champagne glass to take a sip.
“What?” Lyrica said, looking a bit perturbed. “They assured me they took the case solely because of their loyalty to my late husband and I, nothing the Von Trot’s could do will make them break that loyalty.”
“Come now. It'z quite eazy to zee my dear. What would happen if they win thiz caze?” Photo Finish asked and looked over towards Lyrica.
“Why it would be a very big success story for them. Going up against Von Trot’s army of lawyers and coming out on top? It would give their firm a big boost I do believe,” Lyrica answered, not really seeing where this was going.
“Quite right, now what would happen if we loze?” Photo Finish asked.
“Well… I don't know. Nothing I guess, except maybe suffering a few blows to their firm's name for a little while,” Lyrica answered.
“Wrong. Ztudiouz Marez Lawyer Firm will come out on top whether we win or loze. Although that doezn't mean we zhould turn away their help, of what I've heard about them, they are quite good. Having them at our zide will most definitely improve our chancez. Juzt don't go thinking they're doing it out of family loyaltiez or zomething like that,” Photo Finish said assuredly.
“Of course they're doing it out of loyalty to me! They've even been threatened with being hampered quite severely by the Von Trots of all families. That's not a threat to be taken lightly,” Lyrica said, raising her voice slightly at having her moment to shine in front of Photo Finish promptly being diminished by the very same mare.
“No, it mozt certainly is not, but at the zame time look at what they ztand to gain. If they win, then there name will become quite highly zought after amongzt the high zociety poniez. And if we loze, than they will be able to zhow juzt how loyal they are to their future clientz, even in the face of zome poniez az powerful az the Von Trot’z. That iz PR no amount of money could ever buy for them. They would quite frankly become untouchable no matter how thiz turnz out. Win, and they are untouchable becauze they won againzt overwhelming oddz, zo to zpeak. Loze, and they are untouchable becauze they ztick to their clientz well-being no matter what it may cozt themzelvez. Zo, no matter how thiz turnz out, they will be highly zought after when thiz trial iz finizhed,” Photo Finish explained to her very captivated audience.
“I… I didn't think of it like that,” Lyrica said looking a bit hurt.
“So, why are we accepting their help then if they don't really have to care what happens to us?” Vinyl wondered apprehensively.
“Now, now, I told you girlz before. We are ztill lucky to have them on our zide; they are a well-rezpected and quite knowledgeable group of lawyerz. Zo just becauze they will come out on top no matter what happenz, it iz ztill a boon for uz to have them. I juzt wanted you to underztand they are not here becauze of any zenze of loyalty, but becauze it iz juzt zimply an opportunity they juzt can't afford to mizz,” Photo Finish informed them all while she tapped her hoof against the table in deep thought.
“Well, that's still a weight of my shoulders, Mother. Having a good lawyer at our side tomorrow will definitely make me feel more at ease,” Octavia said, trying to reassure every pony around the table, her mother most of all. She might not be the mother of the year by any stretch of the imagination, but she had still pulled through in regards of securing a lawyer for them, and she felt more grateful for that then Octavia would actually care to admit.
“Man this sucks! I was really upbeat about our chances against these assholes. But now you've gone and made it all sound like they could actually get away with this hogwash!” Vinyl Scratch said, grumbling while she sat with her forelegs crossed over her chest, looking positively miserable.
“Well, we have always known that the Von Trots have a lot of old money and influence to throw around if they want to, and say what you may, but old money has a way of speaking quite loudly,” Fiddlesticks followed up, also looking a bit nervous.
“We'll have none of thiz moping about now!” Photo Finish suddenly exclaimed rather heatedly. “After all, we do have more or lezz the only thing old money fearz,” she followed up with a grin.
“What's that?” Lyrica asked.
“Why, new money of courze! New money!” Photo Finish proclaimed happily as she waved her hooves around, indicating that they were all sitting in one of the finest and most expensive house is in all of Canterlot.
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