“And then I was flying over Manehattan, my beautiful wings spread out for all the ponies to see and admire!”

Neon was telling Vinyl about a dream he had the previous night, where he became an alicorn. Vinyl was slightly concerned for her boyfriend. “So, you have dreams where you're a princess? Is this another part of your subconscious I should be worried about?”

“Hey, just because I dreamed of being an alicorn doesn't mean a princess comes with the territory. There can be male alicorns, like...like...well, there's no reason alicorns can only be female. You know me, I'm no princess, I'm a king!” He accentuated his title with a poor mimicry of an electric guitar chord, followed with a single, strong head bang. His mane flew from the motion, now that he was keeping it long and flowing for Vinyl.

Vinyl nodded. “I think it's time you stopped drinking that Flim Flam tonic, it's clearly having some kind of side effect.”

“Nah, that tonic's nothing special. However, it's fucking delicious when it's mixed with alcohol. That's what I've been drinking. Maybe it is doing something, but it's not going to stop. Either that, or I'm still under adverse effects from getting my magic stolen twice. I don't even know how I let that happen, or how it happens at all from a technical point.” He stopped once he realized what he was saying. “Man, between our love life and what's been happening in Ponyville, the last month has been really fucking weird.”

“Anyway, you're giving yourself too much credit on that 'king' title. I don't think you have what it takes to be a king. You're too soft, a bit of a pushover, and lack a powerful presence. At best, you're a prince with no actual power but a heart of gold.”

Neon looked downtrodden. “Well, good to know you think highly of me, you piccadilly whore.”

“I've heard you use that insult before, and I still have no idea what it means. Do you have an explanation, or do you just throw it around?”

Neon shrugged. “What? I just think it's a funny thing to say. I'm not even sure what 'piccadilly' means. Besides, it's not like you get offended by anything I say.”

“Yeah, you're right. You're a master of subtlety and sensitivity there, Nylon Tights.”

Neon's eyes grew wide as he blushed and stammered. “H-hey, you agreed to never call me that again! I was curious!” Vinyl was gently prodding Neon as a tease when the soft sound of the mail slot caught Neon's ear. Normally, that's the sort of thing that would be ignored, but he was desperate to get out of the conversation. “I'll go see what came in!”

Vinyl knew to pick her battles, so she didn't stop Neon from avoiding the topic. He hurriedly escaped towards the door, and found a letter sitting on the floor. Not addressed to him, no return address, so it must have been personally dropped off. He opened the door and stuck his head outside, but saw nopony that he would suspect. So he went back in and used his magic to tear the envelope open and read.

Vinyl leant in to sneak a peek, but only saw two details; an address, and the name “Octavia Melody”. Those alone were enough to fire off a few red flags. “Well, what's written? What's it say, what's it say?”

Neon pushed Vinyl away. “Relax, Vinyl. I'm scanning it now, and it just looks like she wants to meet up again. It's at least good she doesn't hate me, was worried a bit about that.”

Vinyl was wary. “Well, that's why she was here yesterday, wasn't it? Is she saying what she wants to do with you? I know you had a good time, but I don't think you have many shared platonic interests. Call me paranoid, but something about this doesn't seem right.”

“Why do you say that? Do you think she's a suspicious type?”

“Normally, no. But my mare's intuition is telling me that it isn't normal for her to try and exercise friendship over you so quickly after one hell of an embarrassment of a date. Besides, why would she even want to be friends? Unless you were withholding some history from me, you two didn't have chemistry back then, and she can't be around Ponyville for much longer. Was your date just that good?”

Neon thought about what Vinyl was saying, and he couldn't deny she had a point. “So what? I'm awesome, why wouldn't she want to hang out with me? Maybe she wants to hear the kind of music I do, she seemed to have some interest in that.”

Vinyl really didn't know what to make of the situation. “I'm not your mom, so I can't stop you from meeting Octavia if that's what you want to do. But just remember, you're mine. I chose to be with you, so you better make good on your promise to me.”

Neon leaned in and coyly replied, “What? Are you jealous of her? Do you think she's plotting to take me away from you?”

Vinyl snapped. “Yes! What's wrong with being protective?! I don't want some two-bit slut forcing me away so she can have you all to herself! And you don't want to even imagine the sort of things I'd do to you if I found out you were willingly going along with a plan like that!”

Neon carefully backed away, somehow convinced Vinyl wasn't exaggerating on her threats. He needed to do something to comfort her before she murdered him. “Okay, listen, if you really don't want me to go, I won't. You know I would never purposefully do something as awful as that, because I honestly do care about you.”

Vinyl seemed to back off after her outburst. “I'm really sorry about that. I'm willing to trust you, and Octavia really doesn't seem as bad as I said she was a few seconds ago. You can visit Octavia if you want to, it's really fine with me.” Just as Neon visibly relaxed, Vinyl put a little more pressure on him. “But you're going to have a curfew! I want you back here by six so you can make me dinner.” She satisfyingly closed her eyes and nodded.

Neon nodded too, until he had a realization. “Have you gone back to your own house since you found out you're pregnant? Or the days before that? Were you planning to just unofficially move in now? It's a really good thing you don't have any animals to take care of.”

“Do you not want me around? Because I kind of like your house, it's got enough room for both of us, food in the fridge, and it's always clean.”

“Yep, the magical cleaning breezie comes to visit and keeps things orderly so you can be comfortable as I relax alongside you.”

“Oh, that's good. I thought you were just nice, but breezies are a much better explanation.”

Neon knocked on the door of the address given on the letter he received, and waited for a response. The seconds he was standing outside gave him time to question what he was doing here, why he was agreeing to this meeting, but the door opening put a stop to that. Octavia casually stood on the other side. “Oh, there you are, Neon! I was wondering if you were going to show up.”

Neon poked his head through the door once she moved away to show him in. “Nice place you got here. Which reminds me, what the hell are you still doing in Ponyville? Weren't you just here to play one or two nights, and then go back to Canterlot?” He walked in while still observing the interior.

“No, we're here for a while. There's plenty of other things to do in Ponyville, especially considering there's a castle here now. We'll be doing a performance there soon too, the other members of the ensemble are talking with Princess Twilight now.”

“Oh yeah, there is a castle here now. Noticed that, I think it looks tacky as shit. But what's with this house? It's a pretty nice place, you're only here for a short time?”

“Yes, that's how it's arranged if we're going to another city for longer than a couple days, our manager rents us an available house. Don't ask me, I don't understand how it works, I just leave it to the ones in charge.”

Neon's eyes widened. “Damn, you guys can afford to do that? I can afford to pay mortgage, but it's not a nice house and I don't have many leftover bits. Really demonstrates the difference between an orchestra or a DJ. Either that, or our performances just suck. Pick one.”

“You're putting yourself down too much. I'm sure you do a great job on stage.”

Neon snorted. “Yeah, you're only saying that because you haven't seen me. So why did you invite me here to begin with? Sorry to say this, but something about it seems...suspicious.”

Octavia was taken aback. “Suspicious? What do you mean? We had a good time together, we share a common interest, I don't think there's a reason we couldn't be friends. I'm not going to be in Ponyville forever, so I wanted to do this as soon as possible.”

Neon was still skeptical, but he decided to play along. “So what are we going to do? And saying that, I realize how much this feels like I'm still a colt and I'm at a friend's house for a playdate or something. Except I didn't have many friends as a kid, some of them were dicks, none of them were interested in music beyond casual listening, and they weren't as attractive as you.”

Octavia smiled. “Aw, I think that was a really sweet thing to say, I'm not sure! You can go into what's currently my room, that's the only place I could put my music equipment, it's the furthest door down the hallway, I just need to freshen up and I'll be there soon.” She disappeared into a different room, presumably the bathroom, leaving Neon alone.

With just his thoughts now, Neon suspected something. “She's being too nice to me,” he muttered under his breath. “We've been on one date, only known each other for a few days, she invites me here, she's clearly planning something. I just feel like I should know what.” Despite his age, his ability to understand mares was absolutely appalling. Vinyl was the only one he got, and that was only because she was little more than a female version of him. Yet somehow, this was the situation he was in. Life was cruel like that, in a sense.

With nothing else of importance to do at the moment, Neon did as Octavia told him and wandered into her bedroom, leaving the door open behind him. The contents of the room didn't surprise him, with what he knew about Octavia. It was clean and organized, a simple bed taking up most of the space, with the wall of the room housing her musical things, as she said. Her instrument case was propped up, next to a smaller stereo system, and a box full of records. He picked one of them up with his magic. “Vinyls? This is the sort of stuff my parents would listen to. And I suddenly realize the oddity of calling these 'vinyls'.”

“Well then, Neon, do you have any ideas for what we should do? Because I've got a pretty good suggestion.”

Neon heard Octavia, but he was afraid to look. He recognized that tone of voice. That was sultry, seductive, she wanted him. Which would be a great thing, if he wasn't in a commitment already. Desperately hoping he was wrong, he turned to face her.

For once, he understood a mare perfectly.

Octavia was leaning against the doorframe, showing off her body. To draw attention to the more alluring parts of her body, she was wearing very specific lingerie. Neon was first drawn to the maroon panties she had, still providing a masterful tease to the marehood underneath, even if he had already seen it before. Plenty of thin straps ran across her body, tying together like a puzzle, one that would be necessary to solve if he wanted to get to the hidden treasure.

And her stockings. Sweet Celestia, her stockings. They matched the color of the rest of her clothing, with a net design, exposing enough to be alluring while still being infuriatingly covering for what she was doing. Neon fucking loved it. He couldn't think, his member was fully erect and visible, he could swear his nose was bleeding. All that mattered is, he wanted to fuck Octavia hard, and he wanted to do it now.

Octavia wanted nothing more. At the sight of Neon's agreement, she positively leapt onto the bed, and didn't even need to beckon her stallion over before he took the initiative himself. He wasn't waiting, he used his magic to undo the knots of her tease, forcing them open. In his primal state, he forced her completely exposed, throwing her modesty to the floor, and pressing her against the bed. She kissed him on the neck as he thrusted himself into her awaiting hole, making her release her mouth's grip to moan in ecstasy.

They continued at this as long as they could, over an hour, pure rutting with no love or kindness, just instinct. Octavia was just getting what she was looking for the whole time, while just fulfilling a basic desire for Neon. It wasn't glamorous, but it was still providing them something they were enjoying.

Once they had worn themselves out, they collapsed together, staying close to fit two ponies on a single bed. Just as Neon was letting sleep take him, Octavia gently laid her hoof over his body, and whispered, “I love you.”

Author's Note

Nope. Still not coming off hiatus. Just wrote this anyway. Maybe someday, this story will get focus. Maybe.