The Story
Forgetful Date
The last of the crowd started disappearing behind the closing doors that could be seen just up the ramp of the theatre. A few ponies still sat with their belongings, mumbling to themselves while rummaging around for their missing monocle, or misplaced purse. Up on the stage, a mare with deep grey hair, and a slightly lighter coat standing with her instrument looked on. She reluctantly forced a smile directed at a group of fans that continued to look up at her.
Once all of her regular admirers had retreated to the farthest back wall of the room, she unlocked her briefcase and gently placed her cherished cello on the black creases it often enough resided in. She stopped for a minute to watch everyone else line up at the doors. Some were either still yawning or kept on bragging about the show, to the point where that she felt confident nopony was watching her very much anymore.
As it closed, the clicking of the lock echoed within the darkly lit arena. Her ears perked up as the dying sounds of the ponies finally ebbed away, till only the fans above her could be heard. She was alone by that time, and chose to stand still within the empty void of the stage, like she sometimes did when it’d been a good night for her. Though, this evening was anything but successful for her. Three times, she furtively fouled up the middle parts, and even became off balanced at one point nearing the end, and for the life of her, she couldn’t understand why.
“Actually, I know exactly why I’m down,” she said with a deep sigh after her head lifted a little. Realizing exactly what was going wrong, she pulled her equipment up and over her shoulders to depart from the ring. Shortly following behind her from the curtain nearest to that region of the establishment were her lugers, the valuable ponies that are required to lift heavy objects that any earth mare simply can’t handle, especially somepony like Octavia. Even if she preferred to do this all by herself, the staff of magic weaving unicorns would never allow it.
“Where do you want it?” a friendly faced stallion worker asked in a soft tone as a bead of sweat slid down and passed his glowing horn.
“Right over there will do,” Octavia voiced with a roll of the eyes. “It’s not like the rules of this game have changed. You put them there after every single performance, like always.”
“I know,” he said. Scratching the back of his head, he wondered aloud, “If I may, you sound like you’re a bit overworked.”
Octavia scoffed, “Actually, I’m under-appreciated.” He looked at her with widening eyes.
“You mean…”
“Oh, yeah, it’s been about… what? Three weeks already?”
He let his jaw drop after hearing those two last words. “T-t-three? I thought you and Vinyl already…” He stared at her growing frown, and averted his eyes. “Wow, she even promised… I was right here when it happened, too.”
“Yeah, I know,” Octavia said with that much more disappointment showing in her eyes. “We make plans to go out, and to my most favorite place in all of Ponyville, too… And then, predictably, she forgets. That, or just doesn’t care.”
Her assistant offered, “Well, maybe she needs a reminder. Call her, and express your opinions!”
Octavia was about to dismiss the proposal by saying, “That’s such a dumb…” However, she’d tried everything already, from secretly attempting to remind Vinyl about their date to outright saying they should go there sometime soon. Vinyl would nod her head as a reply, say that Octavia’s dating ideas sounds great, and then continue with whatever it was she might’ve been doing at the time. The more she thought about how mistreated she’d been by her love as of late, the more she wanted to do as her friend suggested, and give Vinyl Scratch a piece of her mind.
“I think you should call her.”
“You’ve got a cell?”
Telling her to hold off for a second, the colt reached down into his overcoat and pulled out his phone. “Hope she answers.”
“She better…” Her hooves pressed down on the many little button, triggering more than just a few. “Damn it. Hey, think you could dial for me?”
“Hooves too big?”
She chuckled, “Actually, your phone’s too small. It’s Vinyl that’s got big hooves!”
He laughed, “Well, you know what they say about big hooves.”
“Just dial the number,” Octavia ordered while smiling off his seemingly unimportant joke.
The ringer went on for six rounds, and then an answering machine picked up. Immediately, and with a huff of agitation, she hung up and had her friend redialed so she could try her call again. This time, somepony answered, but it wasn’t Vinyl at all. Instead, it was some slobbish sounding stallion. “Hello? You’ve reached Nightly Jam.”
“Hook me through to Vinyl Scratch!” Octavia spoke in a stern tone, doing her best to remain civil for the most part.
“Whoa… Octavia? Holy hell, what’d she do to make you call her all the way over here, and on the job, too?”
“Stood me up, that’s what. For three weeks, actually,” Octavia replied in a more calm tone as she moved her hoof to her face and pushed a few stray pieces of her mane away from her vision.
There was a moment of silence, and then he said, “... I’m not too sure I follow, but I’ll call her over.”
Octavia stood around for a moment, rolling her eyes while holding her assistant’s cell loosely. After the wait, Vinyl came around. “What? I’m busy.”
“Get to a place where you can hear me.” Octavia was surprised to know Vinyl could even understand what she was ordering her to do over the loud music and noise emanating from the background alone.
Once that died all the way down, and Vinyl could speak so that Octavia could hear her clearly, she asked, “What’s this about?”
“Oh, of course you don’t know,” Octavia said, her voice already breaking from the pressure she began to feel in her chest.
For a few moments, she was quiet, waiting to see what Vinyl would say to that. “... You okay?”
“No,” she said, shaking her head. “I’m not okay. I’m under-appreciated.”
“What? By who?”
“You!” There was another awkward silence. Then, Octavia spoke again while noticing the noise on the other end die down even more, making her think Vinyl must’ve gone outside. “Do you recall the dinner date we scheduled nearly a month ago? Don’t answer that. No, you don’t!”
“B-baby, hold up!”
“No, Scratch!” Octavia broke in as she turned her eyes to her colleague and saw him smiling sheepishly. Wanting to have some privacy, Octavia quickly made her way to a back storage room and closed the door behind herself. After the mare was sure she had her privacy in tact, she proceeded with getting on the unicorn’s ass. “You keep making promises, and I’ve been patient with you. Sometimes, I wonder if you even really think about how I feel. From the way you keep blowing me off, I’m starting to wonder if you’re just another stupid stallion. You know what? I seriously wanna know something. Do you have a dick?”
“... What?”
“Do. You. Have. A. Dick!?”
“... Uh, no?”
“Yeah? Well, you sure as hell think like you had one!”
Vinyl made a vain effort to shift the conversation. “Is this about the lack of sex?”
“No! You idiot! I couldn't care less about the sex. All I’d like is for you to put into consideration that, hey, maybe Octy’s been moody lately because of something I did, or something I neglected to do.” The other end remained quiet save for the short, confused sounds coming out of Vinyl’s quivering lip. “Well? A sorry might be nice…”
She waited this time to allow Vinyl an opportunity to defend herself. “I’m sorry, okay? That’s first, and second, uh, I’ll take you to…”
“You don’t even remember the name, do you?”
She countered, “I do, it’s just slipped my mind right here, and now… Look, I’ll take you wherever you want. Just… don’t be mad at me. You know how forgetful I can be.”
Octavia nodded solemnly. “I guess you’re right. Still, that’s no excuse,” she said calmly, holding in her temper as best she could.
“And, are you positively sure it’s not the lack of sex?”
Facehoofing, the performer felt a smile creep across her face. “... Well, more sex couldn’t hurt.”
They both giggled over that remark, and then, Vinyl stopped. Once Octavia did the same, she voiced, “Alright, I messed up. However, I’ll make it up to you. I’ll just need some time to do that, so I’ll be a little late getting home. Just wash up for our date tonight, and I’ll take care of the rest. How’s that sound?”
With a softly pitched tone, Octavia shrugged and said, “Okay… Though, are you sure we should try and go out tonight? It’s already late, and by the time we get there, they’ll probably be closing.”
“We’ll go to that place with the owner, the one that loves us so much!”
Despite Vinyl’s offerings being a good effort on her part, she still was able to upset Octavia just a little bit more by saying that. “That’s… actually the place we talked about going to.”
She could tell, Vinyl wasn’t smiling anymore and had a strong hunch she was also regretting her words. “Oh… Well, just… H-hey, I’m trying my best here! C’mon, Octy, be on my side.”
With a sigh, she gave in. “Oh, alright, I’ll be on your side, but just this once. No more screw ups. I mean it, Vinyl Scratch, you’re on the last straw.”
“I won’t screw up anymore, I promise,” Vinyl spouted out.
“Famous last words,” Octavia warned.
“... Love you, Octopus.”
“Don’t call me that!” Octavia replied as a red blush started to appear on her cheeks. “And I love you too, even though you can be a forgetful dick sometimes.”
“See you at home?” the DJ asked.
“Yeah, I’ll see you at home. Bye.” She listened closely, waiting for Vinyl to hang up first, and she did after a second of staying on the line as well. The moment she heard the click, though, Octavia left the room to rejoin her friend. “Here, and thanks. I think I really broke through to her tonight.”
“Hope everything goes well,” he said as he put his phone away. “You have a good night.”
“You too.”
With the back door opening loudly, she and the colt parted ways for the night.
The echo of slamming steel gave her shivers just as it always did whenever she left the establishment. Octavia would probably never get used to that chilling sound, along with the feeling of darkness creeping all around her afterwards. What she’d never get used to the most, though, was the thoughts of how badly Vinyl had messed up in the past. By ruining some random occasion, or embarrassing Octavia, she would jog the cellist's memory, and unintentionally brought her back to the many different times in which most of her misdeeds took place.
Flowing freely like water running along a creek, the memories slowly but surely came trickling into her mind. There was the time she nearly forgot their two year anniversary, but remembered right before midnight. Vinyl showed up fresh from the club with flowers and wore all that feminine stuff Octavia loved so much, saving her hide at the literal last minute. Then, there was the time she’d gotten so upset over her meal being burnt, she stormed out, dragging Octavia with her. They’d be stopped by the local guards before getting too far, but the whole incident humiliated Octavia greatly, enough for her to decline the offer of going out anywhere special with Vinyl for at least well over a week.
A whole month went by before she felt ready enough to try something like that again. Other times, she went along to make Vinyl happy, only to be disappointed a second time, and all because Vinyl’s hay steak was a little ‘under cooked’. If it wasn’t just right, and to her satisfactory needs, she’d make a scene for sure. This was her last chance, though, to take Octavia out and really make the evening an enjoyable one.
“If she screws this up, I’m done.”
Octavia turned to her left and headed up the damp alleyway, her head held low. Sometimes, if misfortune reared its ugly mug her way, she could avoid her questionable admirers by sneaking out the back, but lately, that was proving to be pointless. The paparazzi had figured out her special escape route earlier that week. However, she’d luckily be getting a break this night. It was a rare thing, to walk back home all alone, and without flashing cameras in her face. It almost seemed too good to be true, but for her, any such privacy like that was welcomed with wide open hooves.
It was a peaceful night, like any other night. Thankfully, it wasn’t raining again like it did yesterday evening. As she rounded the corner, peeking to see if the coast was clear first, she pulled out a hat from her purse she’d been carrying. It was a bowler’s cap, the kind that’d make her discreet enough that hardly anypony would recognize her.
“Not even Vinyl would notice it’s me with this thing on,” she commented before passing a brightly lit store. “Huh?”
Something caught her eye. Vinyl obviously knew her mare well, but to subconsciously predict how horny she’d be upon her return was amazing to her, for at that moment, the lit up poster hanging behind the glass made her drool a little. Wiping the line of saliva away, she glanced around before heading in.
The poster depicted the deluxe mare-gasmer as the all time high granter, and could probably finish up what Vinyl couldn’t. She’d proven time and time again that once she was finished, sleep was inevitable. So, more than not, Octavia had to put herself to bed with some toy that had lost its luster a good while ago. “Perhaps,” she thought as she looked around the sex store, “It’s time for an upgrade.”
She headed towards the rack that held her package, but was stopped dead in her tracks by the mirror. Right behind her was Vinyl entering with a smirk. If it wasn’t for the row of plastic handcuffs blocking Octavia’s cutie mark, she might’ve been recognized.
“Hey, Syd, you’re working nightly now?”
A surge of anger and confusion washed over Octavia. “Who’s Syd, and what the hell is Vinyl doing here anyway?!”
“Oh, Vinyl, it’s you…” Syd was some geeky, pimple faced worker whom Octavia had never seen before. The only thing keeping her from becoming either suspicious, jealous or worse was his looks. There was no way Vinyl would’ve ever slept with him, even if she was remotely interested in the opposite gender. He adjusted his Elder Journals hat so he could see her more clearly. “What brings you all the way to this neck of the woods?”
“No time, I’m in a hurry. Octopus is mad, very mad… No, raging probably at me right about now. I need the mixture.”
“Mix Sixty Three? B-but it’s not gonna be released until another week. You can’t!”
“Your boss will understand, because guess what?” Octavia spied on them from a distance, well hidden and out of sight. “If it wasn’t for me, his daughter’s birthday would’ve been a bust, so please, just bring him down with that mixture.”
The teenage stallion looked around at the seemingly empty store, and nodded. “I hope I don’t get fired for this…”
“Vinyl!” a stallion boomed from Octavia’s near right. An inch closer, and she might’ve been spotted. “Vinyl Scratch! What a surprise! Haven’t seen you in here for ages.”
Syd said, “Sir, I was just about to go get you. Vinyl here wants… M-Mixture Sixty Three.”
He looked at her with raised eyebrows. “Is that so? Well, just so happens…” He pulled a small, white bottle filled with a green liquid out of his coat pocket and gave it to her without even thinking twice. “For anyone else, I’d say that’s nothing but a wild rumor. For you, though, I can make an exception. Here you go!”
“Awe, sweet! It’s real? I hope Octy will like it… Hell, I hope I’ll like it too!”
They began moving towards the back to talk more in detail, giving Octavia her chance. Escaping was easy enough, but letting that mixture leave her mind was a challenge. She’d never heard of it, and what was it really for? Would she be the one drinking it, or her marefriend? Questions arose, were dismissed, and then were brought back up once more due to some outside factor that reminded her of the shop she’d left not too long ago. All along the sidewalk, she trotted with squinting eyes and bafflement.
“I suppose I’ll simply have no choice but to wait,” she said once coming up to her hotel room. As the security card swiped along and was accepted, she tried one last time to purge her mind of the thought, but curiosity forbid it. Placing her purse on the table next to the entryway, she looked around the fairly clean room feeling hot, and still in need of relief. Vinyl probably wouldn’t be home for another hour, leaving her time for a shower, maybe. Feeling like there was nothing else to do, Octavia headed down the hall, her other bags dropping to the floor loosely. The door creaked open slowly, and without any concern for her attire, she got in still wearing her bowtie. It was placed on the railing with the towel while she looked at her foggy reflection in the tiles, and hoisted herself up for leverage.
Once she was up, Octavia sighed deeply before she reached for the tap. With a quick motion of her hoof, the sound of rushing water greeted her ears, and a small gasp escaped her throat. The water came out a bit too cold for her liking, bringing her to press her body against the wall in order to escape. Part of the water still hit her coat, but not enough to warrant a reaction.
Finally, the temperature started to heat up and relaxing her body. Octavia moved herself away from the wall to let the hot water stream down her mane and coat. Another sigh escaped her scrunching muzzle, and she closed her eyes to enjoy the soothing sensation. With her troubles withering away with the streams and being forced down the drain, Octavia decided that, to help herself relax more, she’d try to get rid of some pent up frustrations.
As one hoof rested against the tiled walling, the other one was just about to sink down her belly when she heard the front door close. Assuming it was Vinyl, she looked back with a frown, displeased with the possible fact that she might not get her alone time after all. She was just about to turn the water off when somepony walked in.
“Please,” Octavia said, her eyes facing the wall so she couldn’t see who it was. “I’m not in the mood right now, so just… wait outside, okay?”
Whoever it was didn’t answer, and as Octavia was about to turn around, the pony moved quickly, pinning her torso to the spot directly above the faucet.
“What is the meaning of this!?” Octavia screamed out as she attempted to turn around. Unfortunately, her assaulter brought a hoof up and placed it against Octavia’s head, not allowing her to see their face.
“Argh, let me go, you- ah!” Octavia spoke up again before she felt some kind of pressure against her lower region. She didn’t have to struggle to look at the thing resting against her rear, and once the long length twitched against her butt, she realized this couldn’t possibly have been Vinyl.
Octavia’s eyes widened, and then, the scary reality hit her. She was about to be raped. “Wha- Oh, no, please! Stop this!”
He entered forcibly with little regard for her plea, and the second he did, Octavia began fighting for real. She struggled, and fought, her rump pushing as hard as it could in an attempt to escape, but his white hooves held her down thoroughly. Not to mention, her struggles seemed to make it that much easier for him as well. By then, she was getting frantic, and wished for nothing but the arrival of Vinyl Scratch.
“He- Mhm!” Octavia attempted to scream loudly, but the stallion at her rear quickly brought a hoof up and covered her mouth with it.
With his hooves pressing against her lips, she tried to bite him, but all that did was make him thrust into her even more. By that time, he could see a tear shed, and loosened up. This gave her the much needed strength to lightly buck him off. As she turned with a hoof raised ready to knock whoever this was out, she gasped at the mare before her. Vinyl and Octavia stared at one another, one mortified by who was violating her, and the other, smiling.
“Surprise,” Vinyl said, snickering.
Unexpectedly, Octavia let out a chuckle, and then laughed. After they both got up and off the wet floor, both dripping wet, Octavia asked, “That was you? H-how? You have a…”
She checked underneath the DJ’s tufts located on her chest, only to see an all too eager erection pulsating her way a little. “I got this drug, and it turns me into a stallion… Well, almost.” She still looked like herself. She had the same glossy eyes, cute muzzle, light voice, eyelashes, and even her figure retained its femininity. The only thing that was missing were her mare parts. “But, that’ll be back by tomorrow morning. Apparently, Mixture Sixty Three has a few flaws, and just gives me a dick to work with.”
Octavia planted her lips on Vinyl’s in a heartbeat, the fear and anxiety she felt moments before quickly getting replaced with relief and happiness. She broke the kiss momentarily to say, “That’s perfect…. That’s all I needed.”
“R-really?”
Octavia didn’t answer, but instead, kept on kissing, tongue and everything. It almost became unbearable for the nightclub performer, but she wasn’t about to end it anytime soon. This was the greatest embrace she’d gotten from Octavia in a long while, and she was simply happy she’d finally done something right.
“Quick, stick it in,” Octavia murmured once the spit on her cheek was washed away by the drenches of water.
“Already? You don’t want me to-” Octavia looked back after hoisting her torst up again, and gave her lover a set of desperate eyes. “Oh… Okay,” she nodded. It was clear, the cellist had been ready for some actual action ever since she left the stage. Shrugging it off, Vinyl came closer and into the drenching waters to look at Octavia one last time before rutting her, like she seemed to need so badly.
“What’re you waiting for?” Octavia asked needingly.
In all honesty, Vinyl was merely observing. Never before had her mare seemed so attractive to her, but that might’ve been because of the new instrument taking up so much space between her hind legs. She’d never noticed how full her hips were; not too thin, yet not that chunky, either. She was just right, and fell into Vinyl’s likings more than ever at that point. If she wasn’t seductive while dry, though, she sure was when she was soaked. Acting more so on instinct than naturally, Vinyl hopped up, eagerness suddenly washing over her like the liquid that ran through her mane. In she went, easier than last time, but then, Octavia wasn’t willing before.
Now that she felt safe and secure in those strong, white hooves, Vinyl discovered a new sensation; being inside Octavia wasn’t like anything else, but stillness was still unpreferable. She had to move, so without warning, she pulled her member out a little, only to submerge it in all over again, and again, until she heard Octavia moan from her slowly hastening humps. It wasn’t enough for her, though. Neither mare was getting enough, so on que, Octavia pleaded, “F-faster! Please!”
Vinyl didn’t hesitate to obey. Immediately, and masterfully, she thrusted her throbbing stick in more, and yanked out with a huff. When she pumped Octavia’s cunt full again, she, too, couldn’t hold back her pleasure. Just as she always did during their alone time, she started panting, but this time, like a dog on a warm summer’s day. “What’s with this… c-cock?!” she asked, but Octavia couldn’t answer, for she was too busy enjoying that large cock in question.
Never before had Vinyl felt such heat coming off of her mate, but it wasn’t unwelcomed; far from it, actually. If anything, it only helped get that first spurt out and into Octavia’s farthest regions. The flood gates opened just like that, and cum spewed out in the amounts of cups. She didn’t stop, though, not that she could. Right then and there, Vinyl went into complete and utter autopilot. Her mind went blank with lude and awesome fallacies of never ending their night together.
As for Octavia, she couldn’t care less how long it went on for. She was just as absent minded as her partner. Everything around her became foggy, as though she wasn’t even there. The way she was taken, it was hard not to lose her grip with reality. So, she let go, and once she did, the room filled up with nothing but the sounds of rain and thumping. Yet, still, it wasn’t enough. Amazingly, her eyes rolled back while she pleaded, “M-more! F-faster, Vinyl… Ah!”
She did the best she could by cranking up the tempo by at least three more beat per minute. After that, everything went hazy for the two again. Momentarily, Octavia got turned around so she could see her lover’s leisurely pleased face. Too bad Vinyl couldn’t see anything, for if she opened her eyes, the rhythm would’ve been lost forever. There was no waking her by then anyways. If Octavia even tried to tell her to stop, she’d just ignore her words and would be unable to help herself.
Octavia would’ve been upset had this came to end so suddenly. She’d needed a good rutting for a long time, something that Vinyl could never do while as a mare. Sure, she’d tried sex toys and strap-ons, but nothing did the job like a good, lengthy prick, and Vinyl’s was just long enough to pound away at Octavia’s very inner core. She wouldn’t stop banging against her pleasure button, and that’s what triggered the penultimate climax. With a loud moan from both mares, they came and for a brief second, Vinyl stopping to let the jizz ooze out freely from Octavia’s well screwed pussy.
By that time, neither one thought they could last much longer, but they were wrong. Barely catching her breath, Vinyl quickly started backing up with gusto, but Octavia began dipping in and out of consciousness. Wanting to bring her mare back into reality, Vinyl pulled out only to enter her ass hole.
“Ah!”
“Stay with me,” Vinyl huffed, still keeping perfect tempo. This only made Octavia that much more turned on, which was good. The last thing they needed was either one of them falling asleep during this grand moment. Even though she secretly hated anal sex, Octavia was willing to make an exception, but only because she was so enterable at that moment. Every harsh push was greeted with an all too happy cry of amusement, and eventually, Vinyl felt herself close again.
This time, she tried something new. As she orgasmed wildly, even more than the last one, she exchanged holes over and over again, filling Octavia to the brim. Even after she stopped cumming, she kept up the work until Octavia came her second and final time, too. Though, when she did, it felt more painful than pleasurable, not to say she didn’t like it all the same. Soon, but not until after they were both drained, Vinyl ended it with one last dominating submergence. Tapping Octavia’s very womb, she held herself inside for a minute to say, “I fucking love you.”
“I love you, t-too,” Octavia managed to just barely get out before a deep kiss. Vinyl had some trouble pulling herself away, but still had enough power left to jerk free with a gush of her thick load shooting out. The floor was coaxed in sexual juices, almost to where the two felt uncertain about where to step. “I believe we… overdid it, huh?” Octavia forced out.
“Mmh…” Vinyl blinked with an open mouth, and said, “I t-think I can’t move…”
“I don’t mind you staying still,” Octavia moved back in for another kiss. “I always feel better when I have my forgetful unicorn close to me.”
“Heh, s-sorry about being like that,” Vinyl replied as she felt a bit embarrassed, but quickly remembered their dating plans. “Hey… um, shall we get dried off and head on over to The Fluffy Tail, and enjoy our date… maybe?”
“Oh, seems my unicorn isn’t as forgetful now,” Octavia replied with a smile, happy to hear Vinyl remembered the place. “If you’re less forgetful after sex, I think we should be doing this sort of kinky thing more often.”
“And it seems that you’re less moody after this sort of kinky sex yourself… Octopus,” Vinyl snickered as she gingerly stepped back.
Octavia let out a small huff and frowned for a second, but it quickly turned back into a smile. She would let that one slide for the time being, and get Vinyl back later. Focusing her eyes down at Vinyl’s male parts and remembering the restaurant having large table cloths that prevented ponies from seeing under the table, Octavia planned to toy around with Vinyl’s new phallus one last time for revenge.