Warning: Sex-ish scene coming up after the second break. You’ll know when it starts, so skip ahead a few paragraphs to get back into the story. I do have this tagged with sex, but for those that came for the shipping and action I figured a warning was in order.
The drive back after I arrived home was excruciatingly long. Not because of sexual frustration, need of a “potty break”, or that I'd forgotten to bring the aux. No, it was because the car had no Bluetooth connection whatsoever for my phone, which meant limited time contacting my lovely Octavia. Just because I break plenty of laws and other, more permanent, things doesn't mean I don't have some common sense.
Every once in awhile I updated Octavia, trying to keep myself under control until I got back. The car ride wasn't long enough to make me pull out the license plate games, but enough for me to turn to thinking about what Octavia and I could do in Canterlot. For the day I would take her to my favorite lunch place and we could talk about boys, or wait, girls? Whatever, I guess people watching gone sexual would be better (in reality it's just rating those assets).
Then we could walk to the mall and explore, possibly play some arcade games. And then move on to the castle with the really nice dinner. Anything in any order worked, I just hoped to do something along those lines. Sure, it's basically the most cliche date and I doubt it's because someone has no idea how to come up with something better (cough cough, yeah you know who you are). I thonked my head against the wheel. What even was that? Anyway, hopefully if it all goes well, the day ends with skinny dipping in the pool atop the hotel or a light cuddle. Whichever works out in the flow of things.
Thinking about the day ahead had sped things along, fast as a paragraph skip. It didn't take long at all to get to Octavia’s room. I pulled the door open, hoping to surprise her anyway I could, whether it was her changing or not knowing the exact moment I was going to arrive. Sadly it was the latter, and she sat there with her headphones in, taking a nap. So it wasn't really either, because her darn classical music kept her from hearing me.
After taking a long look at her exposed cleavage I leant over the railings of the hospital bed, kissing her on the cheek. “Hey Octy, I'm back.” I whispered, feeling my heart warm as she opened her eyes and gave me the purest sleepy smile.
“Vinyl? I'm glad you're back.” Octavia sat up, sadly fixing her clothing to cover herself up more.
I smiled back at her, “Well I’m here to break you out, you've been cooped up here long enough.”
Octavia brightened noticeably, “That sounds lovely, are we going to Canterlot then?”
“Of course, I don't go back on my word. Especially if it involves a beautiful woman.” I winked.
Octavia blushed, “You're too sweet, let me grab my clothes and we can skedaddle.”
I barked out a laugh, “No I meant me, I can let my sexiness be tarnished by lies. I mean, you're pretty cute too. But let's be honest, it's all about balance and I've got the full package.”
Octavia shook her head, “But of course, there's no other reason I would have you as a girlfriend.”
I felt my cheeks warm, “W-Well, thanks. I'm glad we cleared that up.”
“Are you blushing Scratch?” Octavia giggled, “I thought it was obvious that was what we were.” She pulled me in for a long kiss. Our lips interlocked, giving me a cherry taste on my tongue as I used it to get a bit more adventurous. We only halted our session for a breather, staying just close enough for a strand of saliva to hang from our mouths.
I didn't say anything. I only stood there, taking in her purple orbs and how it was slowly becoming a favorite color of mine.
Octavia was the first to move, “I must say, every time I am with you I cannot help feel better immediately. Now, let's get on our way. We’ll have plenty of time to continue in the hotel room, I already booked an appropriate one with all the time I had on my hands. I'm sure you would not mind.”
I rubbed my cheeks, trying to get them to stop blushing, “Fine with me, it's your day. I just request a dance at my chosen club and to be the big spoon.”
“I concede the prestigious position to you Miss Scratch, try to remember that with great power comes great responsibility.”
“It totally does, can't wait.”
Octavia got out of bed, possibly doing it purposely slow to let me admire her naked back. She grabbed the clothes on the table next to her, “Would you say these are appropriate wears for clubbing?” She held up a snap up tank top and this plaid short skirt out of some Japanese cosplay, “The nurses recommended them, and if you do not, but have the money, shipping is...how do I say it, ridiculously fast.”
“Ooo, I think I could see you anywhere in those.”
“Excellent.” The gown dropped to the floor, “Could you close the door, I do not think I am that adventurous just yet. I suppose I can only handle one person at the moment looking at me in this state.”
I smiled as I did what she asked, "I'm always ready for a show. I've only seen your knockers once Octy, I was kinda in a rush at the time anyway."
Octavia smiled back, "Now who said that you could see them?" Slipping off her gown, she masterfully kept her hands covering her private parts. Two fingers were across one breast, barely covering the nipple, while her arm created a strapless, sleeveless, wrap around top. Her other hand was this lithe appendage that obstructing my view, but then teasing me with her amazing thighs.
I watched as Octavia turned around, leaving a well shaped tush in full view, never bending over enough to get the shorts enough to reveal more. They entranced me with their jiggling as she shimmied them on, but once she turned around the arm was back in place on her chest. My only glimpse of heaven was when she slipped her top on.
"If only you were that fast when I met you, maybe ya would've gotten the better of me when we first met." I commented, "Where's your underwear anyways?"
I received a noncommittal shrug, "Underwear my dear Vinyl? I thought we were being adventurous?"
"I-I guess, yeah," Sputtering, I grabbed her bag of stuff from its spot near the bed. "Let's get you outta here and see if you're really up to that."
Once everything was taken care of with the hotel, Octavia and I made our way to the mall. The prison of time as I liked to call it, and with Octavia's personality I had expected her to decide on some fancy super expensive place. The mall was as cliche as it got, not too bad looking and actually a few things I liked. We went into the large store that usually sits on the end, Octavia going straight for the swimsuits.
She absentmindedly looked around, "I actually do not have a swimsuit, can you believe that Vinyl?"
I nodded my head, "Honestly yeah, you never seemed the type."
"I was always too busy with everything that I never had free time to do those type of things." Octavia picked up a generic black string bikini. "And even if we went in the water it was always that same one piece swimsuit."
I had a perfect idea of what I wanted to do with her options, "Well I guess we should go all out, yeah? We won't have time for stuff like this for awhile so don't go for that regular stuff." I looked around, finding a white string bottom that didn't just have strings on the side, but a g string that nestled in between her cheeks. It was paired with a top that had some Egyptian style that featured two white thin cloths that ran over each breast, really each nipple they were so thin, and were held together by clear plastic string, same as the bottom. They left a large opening in between, hinting that one leap too high could let slip a breast or too, meeting at the top to the clear plastic string that wrapped around the neck. "Perfect, try this."
"Shouldn't we," Octavia took the swimsuit gingerly, "Take it a bit more slowly? I understand the adventure, but this is many steps ahead the 'one-step at a time' saying, dear Vinyl."
"Fine, I'll just one up you alright?" I looked around, finding the best one.
Octavia burst out laughing, "Vinyl my dear, I think you would get kicked out of the Academy if the Princess saw you in that."
The swimsuit was a one piece, which I would normally associate with someone who liked to be modest. However, this one piece was a slingshot bikini, which granted was one piece, but it was practically just suspenders attached to a thong. It was this black v that had two strings that wrapped around either of my shoulders and met at my ass, continuing to meet at the other side of my crotch. Now, it was technically modest enough that I wouldn't be kicked out anywhere, as the strings had two circular patches to cup my nips and one business card sized patch to cover my...lets say main hole. However, if I literally or metaphorically dropped the soap the string definitely wouldn't cover my other one. I gave a slight shrug, mine as well live a little dangerously in a way that isn't life-threatening for once, and I grabbed the one that would fit me and walked toward the fitting room, "Come on Octy, I know I can pull this off. What about you huh?"
Octavia waved her hands in front of her, "No, no, this one is quite fine."
Shortly after we made our way into our respective changing rooms. Once I admired my awesome bod and did a few poses once I put on the slingshot. It was a nice lookin' one with blue covering most of it and a white outline to match my hair. Any hop, shake, and a bounce would knock the knockers loose so it seemed I would have to stay reserved for such an unreserved piece of wear. I liked the idea of it though, it was fun to wear and to look at.
When I got back to our seat Octavia wasn't out yet, which I wasn't surprised about. Hers was a lot harder to put on than mine. But when she came out I reflexively wolf whistled, and I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She was like an angel, some kind of deadly angel that was terrifyingly beautiful. Her well sized breasts filled out the top giving it a gorgeous side boob, while the bottom was one string pull away from being gone. It didn't matter because it was tight enough to reveal everything without breaking social standards where we were. It did make me quickly consider moving us to Europe.
"Damn Octavia, you look mighty fine." She came closer, arms on hips and obviously a bit proud of herself, "I hope you got us a hotel with a pool."
"I concur, you look ravishing," She gave a cheshire grin, something I only had seen a few time due to her personality, "Why not give a twirl?"
I smiled, "But of course." I did a slow twirl, letting my hands run down my sides to give it a better effect, "Happy?"
"Very," Octavia tapped her chin, "Maybe a bounce for good luck?"
"We both know what happens if I do that Tavi," I scooted over the the changing room, letting the two string straps drop over my shoulders and carry the suit with it. But since I was facing the room, all Octavia saw was essentially what she had teased me with earlier in the day. "However, I heard karma's a feisty one."
The swimsuits were bought and stashed in the bag for later, and we went on to the next part of our date. Which actually wasn't that far, just on the other side of the mall. It was some big game arcade where you could have lunch called
Bob and Deadbeats. A quick lunch later and we had some money to play with, literally.
I saw a shooting game that you could do with a partner, obviously I chose the child nearby to kill zombies with me. Way more reliable than an assassin, who could stab you in the back at any time. A kid is always straightforward, could tell you he's got a knife and is gonna attack you and you'll be too enamored with their adorable face to realize that sound of air escaping is a popped boobie. But seriously, who would trust Octavia with a toy gun yet, she's had like no childhood anyway, this kid is in his prime.
Octavia had went to try out some guitar video game, but come back soon after she had kept failing at it. Or at least her frizzy hair and flustered look told me so. She stalked up to the child, "Hello little one, I would like to take the second player position next to my girlfriend, please."
The kid shrugged, "Sure, whatever lady."
Octavia took her spot next to me, "I decided you would need my assistance in defeating this boss creature. The guitar was never my strong suit anyway."
I looked back toward the guitar station, "Well, I used to play it back in the day. The trick is predicting the next note, then hitting the button and stuff."
Octavia looked back at me, "I think you just described the game Vee. You gave no actual assistance, my dear."
I chuckled, "Okay you got me, I jest." My game was then ended by a stray bullet that glanced my elbow. Because apparently that has the same importance damage-wise as a head-shot. Sure, makes sense to me.
We moved onto more generic date things that involved the arcade. The claw machine was like an ex-wife named Karen that took everything and gave nothing. While the skee-ball pitted my stubbornness to get a hundred point hole against Octavia's common sense and statistical prowess of simply rolling her, heh, balls up the middle. It was fun nonetheless and acted as an especially good getaway from the stress and life-threatening job that we had to deal with constantly. Plus, it let me find out things about Octavia that were more enjoyable to find out than through a twenty question kind of game.
I got to find out that under that calm stature of hers, she was actually a very competitive and easily angered through games. Her ability to learn quickly transferred to these games, causing her anger to subside quickly once she got the hang of it. One upside to her ferocious style of play included her loss of situational awareness. So, evidently any time a target, air hockey puck, or anything of the like would need that extra stretch over top the counter she would provide an almost unbelievable up-skirt that made the skirt act like it wasn't even there. And let me tell ya, I almost wanted her to wear more clothing just so I could keep it to myself.
After a good hour of this coincidental one player turns I took so I could admire from afar, I decided it was time for our lunchtime picnic in the park nearby. Soon enough we sat on the grass near the pong that the park surrounded. I smiled toward Octavia, just admiring her for a moment. "You look beautiful no matter when or where I look at you, did you know that?"
Octavia glanced over from her lunch, her eyebrows raising in a slight surprise, mirroring my own at how I had blurted out something so gooey. "Why no, Vinyl, I never really payed attention to how I wanted to present myself until I met you. It's only been a couple months, and I must say that I noticed a pleasant change in myself since then."
"I'm glad...proud too. Even excited that I get to spend your training with you, watching you grow into a fierce woman. It's going to be awesome planning and executing these next missions and everything, especially when I get to go off the clock and..." I leant forward and stole a kiss from her, "go right back to spending my time with you."
Octavia was blushing from ear to ear, "Y-yes, I of course enjoy the time off with you too. Now, I must inquire what's next on this date of ours?"
I looked at the time that told me it was just past two in the afternoon, "I guess we could hit up the water-park. It's a good twenty or so minutes from here, but I've heard it's pretty good."
"I suppose that's acceptable. I don't mind the drive." She smiled, obviously hyperbolizing her opinion.
Our trip was short, and we found ourselves inside the park before we knew it. The first stop was the changing rooms right outside the entrance after we bought our tickets in and luckily for me only one was currently open. I felt a tingle of excitement as we made our way to them. "Oooh, darn Octy, looks like there's only one changing room open. Guess we'll just have to share. It's okay, I promise to only be mildly frisky."
"But of course, if only there were other options. For example, the ever fleeting need for patience." Octavia replied deadpanned. But I saw her try to hide her smirk.
I grinned and grabbed her hand, dragging her into the aforementioned changing room. After we set our stuff down and pulled out the bikinis, I quickly reached for Octavia. "Now, now, my angel, I can't have you straining yourself. Here, let me help ya."
"V-Vinyl...I thin-Oh!" Octavia gave a surprised yelp as I slid her top off, and unclasped her bra while she was complaining. Even though I was behind her, the mirror in front of us gave me a perfect view of her naked chest. Her breasts were large enough to touch each other like a pair of cherries, and they fell downward, shaping up like a dollop of whip cream. I wrapped my hands around, slowly running my left hand south to cope her butt cheek and pull her skirt and panties down. The other hand moved north, snaking around her hips and up her stomach taking in the smooth and well toned abs that she had worked tirelessly on maintaining. My right hand found her corresponding breast, kneading the nipple to elicit a moan from Octavia. As for my left hand, it found comfort in her tightening folds. However that was as far as I would get, since Octavia decided she needed to take the reins.
Octavia spun around, pulling off my white crop top that featured a u-neck. I had thrown it on in haste of meeting her. "Oh you naughty girl. Don't think I didn't notice that you did not have anything underneath this. I have been dying to suck on those perky tits all day."
And suck on them she did, because before I new it my jeans were off in the corner with my black thong. "Yeah, Tavi, that's the stuff."
In a turn of the unusual, I was the one to halt the sexiness that was occurring. I know, I should probably be checked out by the doctor. Preferably one that was Octavia dressed up. With one last good moan I gave Octavia a kiss that took my breath away, "Now, not that I want to complain about the service you're giving me...Don't worry I'll be leaving a five star Yelp review. But I think we should leave this for sometime later, and maybe put these swimsuits to good use. I'm sure we can hit the quota of five people hitting on us before we get to our second ride."
Octavia sighed in disappointment, "I must hold you to that Scratch, I was just beginning to get out of my comfort zone with this 'naughty girl' act. And do keep the flirting to just that, I think my adventurous bug stops there."
"Yeah, yeah, we'll save the threesomes and up for after we've done some more. But we can't pass up some numbers and the nudes they come with, trust me." I paused for a minute, "Wait a sec, am I your first?"
"As much as I am embarrassed to admit, you would be my first girlfriend Vinyl. I assumed it was quite obvious from my upbringing and focus on the Wonderbolt Academy." Octavia grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers. "And I am eternally grateful it is you that has taken that first. So lets refrain from taking any of those more, say, kinky firsts, yes? I need to ease into everything."
I smiled, feeling a little giddy, "Wow, Octy, I don't know what to say. I thought you meant like your first time even having a taste of sex, but dang...I guess that means we'll stick to the vanilla stuff."
Octavia tsked a couple times, "I did not say that dear, I was referring to anything that involved more than you and I. I do not think I see anything more than a twosome happening with us. But in this line of work, I suppose I can never rule it out. See, I would rather not divide my attention." She moved behind me, giving my butt a smack. "I would like to focus it all on you and this swimsuit."
I took the slingshot bikini from her hands, dipping both my feet on either side and pulling the strings over my shoulders. Once I tied Octavia's string for her top, and gave her a peck on the cheek, we were off. Well, after a detour to the lockers to drop off our stuff. "Okay, first order of business is the tallest, most scary ride. Why? You might ask, my angel. Don't worry, I'll answer promptly. See, we need to wind down, not up when enjoying the water park. By the end of this we'll be cruising down the lazy river."
"Whatever you say Scratch, I am just here for the ride." She gave me a wink, "Please be sure to stay in front of me, I cannot bear to lose you."
I snicker, "Yeah, I gotcha. Anywho, there's the Demon Launcher. I think it's supposed to be self-explanatory."
"Sounds extravagant, I do like the name." Octavia mentioned, winking at one of the teenagers that were staring at us.
As we made it to the ride I noticed how the line was pretty long, "Well, it looks like we'll have plenty of time to mess with someone in this line. Sheesh, you'd think they would've figured out how to shorten lines these days."
"Speaking of Vinyl, I see some, how might you say it? Prey, I suppose, up ahead." Octavia gestured toward the back of the line to these three little piglets. And I was pretty sure they had built up their defenses with straw.
I could tell the most they had seen in terms of lewdness was the wrong kind of ad on some website. From the back I could tell they had all chosen the simplest bikinis that they could think of. Or rather, it really reflected their knowledge on them. The girl on the left had a pink skirt bottom with some white frills and a matching striped top with the same couple of colors. As for the girl in the middle, well she seemed to embody the look of a tomboy with short purple and a strapless orange top and simple bottom with the same style. The last girl had a pink bow to match her red hair, and the theme continued to her red-orange top that strapped around her neck and some modest short shorts that had the same coloring.
I was the first to speak, "Hey girls, first time on your own out in the big world. Watch out for those wolfs around here, they like to look for yougin's like y'all. Well, legally young if you catch my drift."
The purple haired one turned around, obviously a bit perturbed, "Hey lady, that's no way to talk to us! We're all eighteen, heck, Sweetie Belle here is turning nineteen in a couple weeks! And we'll kick your as-hold on, I know you..."
Upon closer inspection, it seemed I knew this kid too, "Hey, hey, kid. You're that kid that helped me find Dashie. Thanks again for that."
"You bet. Say, I was hoping to cash in on a favor." Scootaloo looked left and right. "See, my friend Apple Bloom over here is lookin' to apply to the Academy. Sweetie Belle and I are already in the process of getting mentors, but Apple Bloom just got it settled that she wanted to join."
I nodded along, 'cause why not help out some up and comers that needed it, "Hold up, Apple...say, you apart of the Apple family?"
Apple Bloom shook her head up and down, "Sure am. Applejack is my big sister! Ah don't get ta see her too much, or hear much either. But ah think she's pretty cool, an ah wanna be just like 'er."
I ran my hand through my hair, "No freakin' way, Honesty is awesome. You know, I once saw her kill a man with just her thumb. It was insane, lost fifty bucks to her and Generosity too."
Sweetie Belle perked up at her sister's code name, "You knew my sister? She's never tells me anything about when she was a Master Assassin. Says it's too uncouth of her to tell something so secret. Sometimes she even says that I'm not old enough."
I laughed, "Yeah, that does sound like 'em. Tell y'all what, I'll be even with you Scoots if I give ya some advice and tell these two lovely ladies a story about their sisters."
"Sounds good to me." Scootaloo replied, beaming about it.
I turned to Octavia, "Hey, it's not too much to deviate from our plan right? We'll have plenty left in the day to do stuff. We may have to cut off the little divertissement of flirting though to make up time."
Octavia stopped mid-nod, "W-what? Where did you even learn that word?"
"Gotta get that word of the day checked off. Come on Octy, dontcha have any good hobbies?"
"I did not expect you to have such a hobby, Scratch." Octavia sighed, "But it seems I still have much to learn about you."
I winked at her, "In many ways."
With our pleasantries out of the way, our group made it to the top while I found out more about Scootaloo and her friends. Scootaloo herself was the most experienced by amount of time spent in the academy. Though you couldn't apply to it till you were eighteen, she had special privilege to be there because of her mother. This allowed her to make friends within the academy and train here and there when her mother was on missions. She had convinced her friends to join after much pestering and the notion of only doing assignments that helped the greater good. Plus, she really liked the idea of becoming an expert in anything that required some fuel (whether it fly, ride, or go across water) and guns.
Sweetie Belle had been the second to join after a stent with one of Rarity's fashion friends Cocoa Pommel. She had taken the less traveled, but well liked road of a Blacksmith. She hoped to be their sole producer of fashion, their medic on missions, and the one in the background of anything that didn't require the trio. Once the duo became a trio with the addition of Apple Bloom, they would officially begin their training. She actually hadn't been introduced to the world of assassins personally till recently, when Rarity deemed it time for her to know the more, quote, uncouth side of Rarity. And in true role-model fashion, Rarity had carefully instructed on the path Sweetie Belle would follow if she was set on becoming an assassin with her best friends.
Apple Bloom also didn't get told much and by 'honest' curiosity had searched through her sister's belongings and past during her last summer after high school and went to find the truth. Her sister had found her first, specifically to stop her from going to far down the rabbit hole and, to put it lightly, breaking something when she landed. But instead of being mortified, Apple Bloom had been in awe about her sister's accomplishments and reach in world changing events. She had also been swayed by her friends introduction to their side and view of the academy, so she chose recently to follow through and begin the road to becoming their resident hand to hand and melee weapon expert.
See, the Wonderbolt Academy had changed a lot since I had applied and gone through the motions. Now, missions required a 'battle buddy' or more. Too many had been gun ho about the lone wolf trend of the past decades before the new millennium, and their constant pile up six feet under had caused the academy to reevaluate their methods and rules. So, each partner or member of the team had to have a certain set of qualifications before taking a contract or mission, especially a weapons expert and medic that most of them required.
It was why the Main Six had been so efficient and terrifying. They had perfected the establishing of roles and the chemistry required to maximize their ability to accomplish missions that were previously thought impossible and do it consistently. Their work had inspired a new generation of, for a lack of better term, do-gooders. I was proud to have worked with them. And looking at the upcoming generation I saw in front of me, I felt that maybe the legacy they left behind wasn't so much of a long shot to replicate.
By the time I had finished my exposition we were seated at the nearest cafe at the park. We needed a break and something to eat from all the fun we had been having throughout it. I leaned back in my chair, content on the day I’d had so far, “So ladies, I guess we can begin this transaction.”
Apple Bloom bounced up and down, “Oh could ya? I ah’ve been waiting forever to hear about mah sister!”
“Nonono, do mine first. Rarity always says she’ll tell me about what she used to do later. But later never comes!” Sweetie Belle swatted away Apple Bloom’s raised hand.
Scootaloo stood up and slapped her hand down on the table, “I think you know who deserves the first say, Vinyl.”
I laughed, “Alright Scoots, let’s get to you. But be prepared, only few have succeeded in the training I’m about to reccomend to you.”
Scootaloo matched me with a trademark grin, “Hit me with it. You won’t even be ready for me once I’ve completed it!”
“You need to do one hundred pushups, one hundred sit-ups, one hundred squats, and a ten kilometer run everyday." I nodded to myself, happy with finally revealing the information to someone who might use it wisely.
"Pfft," Scootaloo laughed, "No really, what can I do to become an assassin like you?"
I scoffed, "How dare you. I am completely serious, that's a method brought down through generations of us. Okay just me, but it will be generations okay? You can keep it going."
"Yeah, why not. It's not like anything else works." Scootaloo sighed, "But do you have anything that's at least useful for teamwork or something like that?"
"Sure do. Trust them with your life." I said, gesturing to Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle. "Hear me out, I can already see your eyes halfway into that roll. All these academies are still in their beginnings with this concept of teamwork. It was a man eat man world out there for centuries. Assassins were only there for work and pay, so any addition meant less work and therefore less pay. So, it wasn't apparent until the Main Six came around and revolutionized the idea of 'friends' inside such a ruthless profession."
Apple Bloom's eyes sparkled proudly, "Mah sister really helped that happen?"
"Mhmm, and I think that it saved many of our lives with the method they popularized." I turned back to Scootaloo, "So, with that in mind, I need you to forever trust your teammates. Because someday there will be a team with you that doesn't trust each other, or a situation you alone couldn't get out of, and both would fail without the two you've got with you today."
Recognition seemed to finally dawn in Scootaloo's eyes, "Fine, I guess I'll see how it goes. These two are keepers."
Both of the ones being referenced gave an "Aww" and hugged their friend. I watched contently, glad to see the next generation continuing what the greatest living assassins had taught. "So, as for your stories I promised. Would you like to hear them now."
The three nodded, Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom a little more ferociously than Scootaloo. Apple Bloom spoke up for the three, "Don't let up on any details. Ahm an adult now, ah can handle it."
I threw my hands up, conceding to their points, "Alright, alright, so it all began in Saddle Arabia. Where I was with your sisters on a mission to disperse a tyrannical ruler that had taken most of the land. See, he did it through his two dollar store chain, like dollar stores, except twice as expensive. Anyway, he wasn't paying taxes and we were the cheapest way to get rid of them. So, there we were..."
I sat on the so-so quality bed in the so-so quality room that Rarity, Apple Jack and I had booked in the hotel that was across the street from the office building, or rather on the inside a compound that housed the current ruler of Saddle Arabia. We had decided the element of surprise would give us the best advantage, so I was in my suit that featured a red shirt, black tie, and white blazer with the same colored pants to match. Rarity was in her skin-tight leather suit that made her look like cat-woman went through a phase with her stand out purple hair. It had a zipper all the way to her crotch and the only reason she didn't have it all the way down was because of the black belt that hung over the bottom, covering the bits that would show if it was. But the zipper was pulled down within an inch of its end, coinciding with the belt and giving her breasts some breathing room. They were the second largest I had ever seen that were entirely natural, next to Fluttershy's of course. She topped it all off with a leather cap that had a small bump to give off the image of a unicorn. Some red glasses to, from what she insisted, enhance her shooting sat atop her head. Lastly, she had a black collar with three diamonds hanging from it in a triangle like formation.
Apple Jack was wearing a tan jacket that bared her midriff and sleeves that ended just before her elbows. Underneath she wore an orange low cut crop top. She also had a pair of tight fitting black mini shorts that drug your eyes down from her bozoongas down to her booty that was stretching them to their limit. A brown belt over those gives her back some modesty, but Rarity would tell you that their main utility is for ammo and aesthetic. Apple Jack continued this look with a pair of brown, knee-high boots with orange over-the-knee socks. To finish it off she had some black, finger less gloves infused with Kevlar-dotted titanium that really didn't help with her punches that could already knock a man into a coma.
I stretched my arms out and placed them behind my head, "You ladies ready to get this done and get back to Equestria?"
Rarity nodded absentmindedly, while Apple Jack actually replied, "Well of course sugercube. But ahm more ready for you to give me back those new Deagles after this ends."
I drew back in mock suprise, "Are you telling me that you don't trust me with weapons that I only familarized myself with just yesterday? Apple Jack I know you want them back 'cause your loosing your touch in the strength department, but you don't have to be so roundabout about it."
Apple Jack scoffed in return, "Tell ya what, ah bet ah could kill a man with just mah thumb and not even touch one of those metal death bringers this whole mission."
I turned to Rarity, "You in on this, Rares?"
"Darling, of course I am. I need myself a spa day after this dirty deed." Rarity grabbed her bag from the counter she had been at, "It's overdue for Apple Jack to remind us of her prowess. Though I must mention that I will be betting against you. Say, a cool fifty in the pot for the three of us?"
I waggled my pointer finger at Rarity and Apple Jack, "Oooh, y'all are gonna regret this. But sure, I'll go along with it."
Rarity slung her bag over her shoulder, "Well, I must say goodbye for now. You two know I like to make everything perfect before it becomes...less than perfect."
I shooed her away, "Uh, huh, leave it to Apple Jack and I to it. The lonely duo left alone with only their wits, and a pair of Deagles. I can see the credits rolling now."
"You two willingly chose those because you wanted to have a challenge for once." Rarity scoffed, "You two are extremely lucky that we exist outside the bounds of the academy. I cannot imagine the faces on those boardsman if we told them we had planned anything in less than the baseline of two weeks. Let alone the all-nighter and, what was that horrid movie marathon? Shrek?"
"That is a masterpiece of theatrical and musical composition and I will not have you defame that in front of tens of people!" I yelled in response.
"She's right Rares. You can't just do a classic like that." Apple Jack commented.
"Ugh!" Rarity then stormed out as gracefully as one could.
I packed a few more mags onto my belt, "I guess that lets us take our time getting there."
We did just that, giving Rarity plenty of time while we set up at the entrance of the office building. I placed the last cardboard cutout near a bush that was probably there just for looking good more than anything. Once that was done I sat on the bench next to Apple Jack, "Alright, that's the last one. Now we just wait a few more minutes until it reaches time."
Apple Jack cocked an eyebrow, "Are ya sure that'll work? It seems a little...simple to trick them into thinking there's more of us with something like that."
"AJ, I'll have you know that before I became an assassin that I was a cardboard connoisseur. And before that, a coconut farmer, but I don't like to talk about that part of my life." I slid down the bench, "Just trust me, the people getting hired these days are way overworked any hallucinate on a dime. We'll be fine."
"Ya would think they would do it on a dollar." Apple Jack laughed to herself, stopping short when she saw my blank stare. "Get it. 'Cause they don't get payed enough."
I was about to reply, but all the glass on the first floor of the building shattered at once and the heads of the two dudes guarding the door dissipated in a fine mist. "She grabbed that fifty cal, instead of something more silent, didn't she?" I said instead.
Apple Jack sprung herself from the bench, flipping a few times toward the dozen bad guys that were coming toward us. Her momentum increased with a few more cool lookin' somersaults and she plowed into the nearest one, flinging them into a concrete pillar twenty feet away. I decided I should join in on the fun and slipped one of my pistols out. I began my assault by hiding behind the last cutout I had stood up and popping off a few stray rounds to draw their fire. It succeeded when I shot a dude in the arm, and I swear one unsuspecting black suited woman was un-blessed with a big booty. She now had a good four more holes because of that unlucky shot. Unlucky for them, lucky for me though.
With a good fifteen or so reinforcements coming through the elevators and stairs into the lobby, I began the true meat of plan. Drawing out my second pistol, I rolled and dove in between cover and behind the several cutouts I had set up. I was careful only to actually hit people when I was behind an aforementioned cutout to really sell that they were real. I was losing hope, until I heard one stray yelp.
"There's too many of them! Fall back and get to the main floor, protect Mr. Fuffles! " A guy that looked like someone important said to the rest of them. "You all, stay here! We're holding them off!"
I rushed through the broken windows, clipping a few legs and finishing them off cleanly as they ran away. But there were still several left. "I've been meaning to try a few new moves, ya'll ready?"
"You're going to die lady. That's what I'm ready for." The main dude replied.
I sighed, "Yeah. Great. So original. Whatever, here I come."
Most of them had pistols like me, but a couple held SMGs and rifles. I decided the latter was the more important to deal with. I put one Deagle away for later, shot a few rounds, but it jammed. With all the important issues without heads but one rifleman, I took the clip out and chucked the pistol at them. It hit the rifleman on the head, discombobulating them. While they recovered I slapped my other Deagle on the clip and fired the rest of my magazine at them. Now it was finally even and something I could easily deal with, as only a few bad guys with pistols stood in my way. A quick glance in Apple Jack's direction told me she was in a similar situation.
I sprinted toward the nearest one, unloading my rounds at the couple men behind them. I came close enough to jump at them, and I did so. But I used my momentum to my advantage, wrapping my legs around their neck. "Normally I would mention that this is probably a pleasant experience for the both of us, but then again usually the two of us don't have any clothes on." I said to them, piggybacking them almost, except being on their shoulders. I swung around, letting my body fall toward the ground and placing my hands on it to steady myself. I used all my strength to bring my legs with me, and consequently the dude I had wrapped them around with them. His head hit the ground, and his body kept going. However, my legs kept his neck, and spine, vertical while the rest of the body caused his spine to snap from the ninety degree angle it had struggled to get to. I took a break, waiting for Apple Jack and using the large figure of the dude as a rest stop.
Apple Jack soon met me, ready to begin part two of the plan. She came to me shaking her head, "Ah don't understand how it worked. But I guess ah ain't gonna question it. 'Cause we're gonna need that dumb luck with this other part."
I waved my hand about, "Yeah, yeah, all you had to say was that I'm awesome. But remember, I won't do anything to the dude if you really can get him with just your thumb."
"Hah, does Howdy Doody have wooden balls?"
I stopped, "I...uh, sure? You know what, just help me get the table and chairs into the elevator. And grab the Keurig."
No more than fifteen minutes later we sat riding the elevator up to the top floor. We had set up a table inside, with the chairs that we sat in allowing us to face the entrance when we arrived. A Keurig had assisted us in the tea making, but now it sat as a set piece to help the table feel less empty. A ting from the elevator announced our arrival, and we still sat seconds later alive. The twenty or so people on the top floor sat spread around the lobby, with Mr. Fluffles in the middle. The guards were set perfectly symmetrical around him, as all things should be. He was a massive human being, easily seven feet tall with muscles that would probably keep him from wearing long sleeve shirts, let alone anything that isn't sleeveless for the rest of his life.
"I see you girls have made yourself at home." He said, his gravelly voice was so deep I swear I felt the ground vibrate.
I laughed nervously, "You betcha. I've always wanted to try out a mobile home. Why don't ya take a seat, we can discuss your assassination like mature people."
Mr. Fluffles looked around the elevator, and by the grace of baby Jesus he made his way inside. Sitting down, he did that dad thing, "Hrumph. Well, lets hear it."
Right then, Rarity's contribution to the second part of the plan came into play. She had positioned herself based of this gander, and replaced her rifle with something that could shoot rubber bullets. The night before she had posed as a fashionable window cleaner and left the window open for what came next. Her single shot flew past Mr.Fuflles' ear, between Apple Jack and I, then hit the back wall, then the button labeled GF (for ground floor, obviously), then the wall again, then the button that closed the doors (this allowed for us to avoid getting shot), and lastly Mr.Fluffles in the back of the head.
"Ow."
Very quickly, Apple Jack realized this was her chance. She Leaped over the table, keeping one hand behind her back and once she was over her hand she had placed became a thumbs up gesture. It was then inserted into Mr.Fluffles' right eye, she didn't pull it out, instead she gripped his socket and slammed his head into the corner of the table. She pulled her thumb out and jammed it into his left eye, lifting him into a swaying-standing position. To end it, Apple Jack thrust her finger into his neck right into his jugular, slamming it in and out until a snap reverberated throughout the elevator.
I took a moment to process what had occurred, "Whelp, I guess you were right." I pulled the fifty out of my pocket, stopping before I handed it to her bloody hand. "Maybe, uh, the other one AJ."
Apple Jack glanced down at her hand, "Ah, right."
And with that, a ding sounded our arrival to the ground floor and the end of the mission.
"There ya have it kiddos, a little somethin' about your sisters." I wrapped my arm around Octavia. "I think that's all I've got for ya today. Scootaloo, you know how to reach me. And if you can't, just grab Dashie, she'll probably know where I am. I hope you three do well, I'll be watching your progress."
"Ah can't wait to be like big sis'! Ah won't let ya down Vinyl!" Apple Bloom replied, immediately turning to her friends to discuss the story and how much of it could have really happened.
Octavia and I left after some closing goodbyes. And with a couple hours before the park closed we decided to take a lap or two around the lazy river. We grabbed our tubes and plopped into the river at one of the entrances. I hooked my feet onto Octavia's tube, keeping us together and letting me discuss the day with her.
"I hope you had some fun today Octy." I said, flicking some water at her.
Octavia giggled, "But of course Vinyl, I cannot complain about spending time with you. Though I am curious what you have planned for the rest of the day."
I rested my hands behind my head, "Well, we can stop by someplace close to the club I used to play at and hang there till we wanna go. We can't stay for too long, 'cause tomorrow morning we're going straight to Neon to start your training."
"I see, how long will this training be?" Octavia asked.
"Umm," I pursed my lips, making a few noncommittal sounds, "I would say that each bit of training is going to be a month or so. Neon may be a bit longer because of the amount of things he can teach you. Then we'll take a trip to Rara and stay there till Rainbow Dash's boyfriend comes back from one of his missions. She said it should give us just a couple weeks of being with Rara, which works out perfectly."
"Marvelous!" Octavia looked confused for a moment, "But how do you know Rara? I thought she only worked for the most prestigious assassins. I heard she has no bias, she will work with Luna, Celestia, and even the Mafia. No offense love, but I would not see her taking such a liking to you."
I tutted, "Ah, ah, Octavia. You've fallen into the gossip trap, and I thought you were better than that. No, that isn't how she's like. That's just how everyone thinks she is. She'll make anything for anyone as long as they have the money, and aren't rude. She's a good friend of AJ's and I came to befriend her through that relationship."
Octavia nodded in understanding, "I suppose I should always wait for impressions in person."
"Yeah, I guess. But you'll like her, she's used to the higher echelons of society."
The end of the lap came upon us and I jumped out first, grabbing Octavia's hand and helping her up right after. We turned our tubes in and went back to the changing rooms after we grabbed our stuff from the lockers. Sadly, there were a couple changing rooms open and I didn't get to see a little more of Octavia. My past club, Magic Trails, was a thirty minute or so drive. It gave us plenty of time to chat and just generally enjoy each other's company. Time flew by and soon enough we were at the club after filling ourselves up at a nearby restaurant.
I felt the bass of the music through my whole body as we neared the club. There was a long line, but if we were in luck the bouncer I knew would be on shift. As we neared closer it seemed we were in such luck, "Stone Bounce, how's it goin' my dude?"
Stone Bounce, a six foot, blonde hair and blue eyed man looked down slightly, "Vinyl! Good, how 'bout you? Ya know the club misses you, specially Bass Drop. He's been itching to make another song with ya."
"Well tell him I need to focus on my girlfriend over here. I've got a lot on my plate anyway bud, this is my only break for awhile." I gave him a fist bump, "But I'll keep it in mind."
Stone Bounce gave a farewell wave, "Good to see ya Vee. Have fun in there."
The trap music hit us head on, but I felt content. Here I was, in a world where anyone could try to kill me at anytime with my angel of a girlfriend. It couldn't get better, except if I could dance with her. Then I guess it would be peak awesomeness. I grabbed Octavia's hand, leading her to the middle of the room.
"I assume you've never been to this kind of club?" I asked, already positive of the answer.
Octavia looked around, slightly incredulous, "Ah, yes, I might add I have never come across one that allows for such...body positivity?"
I cocked an eyebrow, looking around for her meaning. "What do ya mea-oh, oh, you mean those couple of topless girls?"
"Among the many others, yes." Octavia couldn't take her eyes of them. Granted, I wouldn't have if I wasn't used to it by now.
"Yeah, don't worry about it. We're keepin' our clothes on, and if they get a little frisky they'll be stopped. This is a club, not a brothel with sub-woofers." I chuckled, "But I don't blame you on staring."
Octavia blushed, "I was only thinking that I wished I was as confident as them."
I took her hands, placing them on my hips, "Alright, no time like the present to practice then right? Where's that Octy that I saw in the changing room, anyway?"
"That was all adrenaline and you know it Scratch!" Octavia huffed.
"Sure, sure. Well, I've gotta getcha some confidence before ya get outta here. These hands better have been over every inch of me by the end of the next song. Don't you dare take them off."
The bass dropped and my ass dropped with it into Octavia's slender form. I swayed it back and forth, teasing her waistline with my cheeks. I shadowed her outline with my hands, only pausing to cop a feel when they met her butt. I flipped around, keeping them there and quickly getting in sync with her to swing to the beat. She had gotten the hang of it pretty quickly, her hands riding inside my back pockets told me so.
I felt warmth flood my body once my forehead touched Octavia's. I couldn't put words to how hypnotizing she looked at that moment. I smelt her surprisingly cherry breath, and I had to taste it. Next thing I knew I had every inch of my lips pressed against hers. I only let up for breath. My tongue flicked her top lip, asking silent permission to enter. She nabbed it with her mouth, continuing on to circle the tip with her tongue. I shivered in pleasure at something I should have been a little more contained about. It was simply a sensory over load.
The night went on, but not for too long since I finally broke out of my trance and checked my watch. Reality seeped back and I brought us back to my car. And then I was plopping down on the king sized bed, the last forty minutes a blur because of my brain reverting to auto pilot. The shower acted as background noise while I rested. It was my turn soon enough, and my top and bra strewn on the ground were hints to my eventual dilemma of getting out of the bed. Octavia had chosen expertly, the bed felt like heaven and the room was perfectly suited for our one-night stay. In that it didn't feel like we would only be there that night, I could've stayed for longer.
Eventually, Octavia made her way out of the shower, stopping in her tracks once she rounded the corner. "Why hello sexy."
I grinned back at her, thanking whatever above made her shirt. It wasn't big enough to go past her hips, sitting just right on her ass cheeks. Her form was devoid of any underwear, which pained me to say, "Hey now, it's a look don't touch moment right now. I've gotta get our sweat off me."
Octavia down on the side of the bed next to me, yawning and stretching her arms to reveal her midriff, "I suppose that is quite a fair point my dear Vinyl. But do hurry back, I need my big spoon." She said the last part with a slight chuckle.
I don't even think I felt the water hit my back, before I knew it I was back with a pair of blue panties on and a towel hund around my neck. "Ohoho, prepare yourself Octavia. One swing with this towel and I begin the most lewd game of peek a boo you've ever scene."
Octavia curled her pointer finger toward herself, "Well I am already enthralled by you, so shall we begin the game?"
Octavia and I were mostly silent the drive back to the Wonderbolt Academy. In a few hours we had to grab the rest of Octavia's stuff, go to my house and drop it off, and be back to Neon's for the first few days of training. I had already moved the important training stuff to my designated room at the academy, along with Octavia's training stuff, but we still planned on living together. So, the convenient house that I lived in that allowed perfectly for a couple to live in was quickly transitioned from a bachlorette house to something that we could grow our relationship in.
It didn't take too long to help Octavia with her stuff and unpack. At one point I took a look around the now more so homey place my house had become. "Ya know, I think some day we should get a dog for this place. It'd be something great to bring along on a few missions and come back to when we're gone." I said to Octavia as she was unpacking the last box.
Octavia's eyes sparkled, "Ooh, yes I agree! My family used to have this most adorable chihuahua and eventually this pure little Shih Tzu! What a splendid idea Vinyl, I have always wanted one of my own."
I sucked in some air through my teeth, "Ehhh, I was thinking something like a...real dog, ya know?"
Octavia scoffed, "And what could you ever mean by that?"
"I try to follow a saying one of my buddies said to me about what a real dog is. ‘A real dog is a dog you can’t drop kick over a fence.”
“How horrid. Princess Muffin was a real dog!” Octavia said, her voice muffled by her hands.
“Well, I would want a German Shepard or Husky. I'm just sayin', somethin' that could keep up with us if we wanted to bring them on missions." I smiled, hoping to calm Octavia down.
Octavia took a second to think, "That is a fair point. I think we may have to save that for another time, I would rather like to get used to things. Plus, I have heard that those are very high maintenance dogs. Much like yourself Scratch."
"Hardy har har, get it in while you still can. Your sass'll be no more once training kicks off."
"And should we not be leaving soon?" Octavia said, checking her watch.
"Eh, we've got another like hour and a half. It only takes maybe half an hour to get there anyhow." I sat on the couch and laid my feet on the table in front. I patted the seat cushion next to me, "Come on, let's relax a bit. We've been unpacking all day."
Octavia snickered, "It's only been a couple of hours Vee, I hardly think that qualifies as all day."
"Pff, heck yeah it does. Anything past noon qualifies as overtime for me. Seriously, that's just nap time by that point."
I wrapped my arm around Octavia once she sat down.
"And may I assume that you're suggesting nap time?" Octavia snuggled into me, "Not that I would not be up to it."
I grinned, "Normally I would say yes, but I think that I wouldn't want to leave once we did. I think relaxing here for the time being will have to do."
"I think that is also a pretty good idea." Octavia replied.
And so we relaxed there for the time being. The television was on as background noise, and I made small talk with Octavia. It was nice to sit there and relax for one last time. I had a feeling that the next couple months, possibly years would be chaotic. It would be filled with hardships we couldn't even begin to imagine. I knew that after this training, after she became ready to face the real bastards of the world, that she wouldn't be afraid to do anything or face anyone. The horrors of the world could possibly be quelled with our partnership, and I hoped to anything that it was true.
Or maybe we'd just kick ass because we would become awesome. I couldn't know, I'm not some omniscient author that knows what everything that would happen in the universe. I just had to be ready for everything and help Octavia get ready for the same. I was excited though, I could not wait to see not just Octavia herself grow, but our relationship too. I was curious how it would impact our dynamic.
The warmth that came from the sun directly over our heads, along with Octavia's contribution made it hard to keep myself from falling asleep. I looked down to tell Octavia it was about time to go, but her soft breathing told me that just maybe we could be a few minutes late.
Like some kind of smash cut in a movie we stood in front of Neon's place. A few minutes late, as mentioned before.
I looked at Octavia, "You ready for the best couple months of your life? This stuff ain't gonna be like your academy training. It's going to be long and hard, but I know you learn by having fun so it'll be chock full of things you won't forget. Which is what I want."
Octavia flipped some stray strands of her hair over her shoulder all lady like, "But of course Vee, I would not have it any other way."