> The First Duet
>  by Ghee Buttersnaps
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> The First Duet
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	I never liked classical music growing up; hell, I don’t think it ever even made my top ten – scratch that, make that the top twenty – list of musical styles that I would want to listen to. Yet here I was, standing off in the west wing of the Manehattan Concert Hall, wearing a tuxedo (one of the few pieces of formal wear that I actually owned), and cradling a bouquet of red roses in my left arm, as I listened to the sweet melody being played by the string quartet on stage. While I enjoyed the ensemble’s performance, I was far more fixated on the beautiful cellist seated across from me, her eyes closed as she concentrated on the music. Every time she played a concert, Octavia would always set aside some front row tickets just for me, but I always insisted on standing in the wing; I told her it was because I could hear the music better from there, but it was really because I had a much better view of her while she played. From here, I could watch her fingers as they danced elegantly along the neck of her cello, seeking out just the right strings before she drew her bow across them, releasing each beautiful note to the ears of the eagerly listening ponies. 

Most of my friends found it strange that two ponies so completely different in musical styles could have ever fallen in love, and I had to admit that I would sometimes wonder what it was that she saw in me; after all, she was a concert cellist from a well known family of classical musicians from Canterlot, and I was just a mediocre guitar player from Trottingham, who moved to Canterlot to go to college, and who became the rhythm guitarist, and lead singer of a small time indie rock band. Yet every time I started to doubt our relationship, I always told myself that I shouldn’t question a good thing; she loved me, and I loved her, and that was all that was important. Besides, I always thought (and I really hate to say this because it sounds so, so, so cheesy) that Octavia and I were somehow meant to be together:


…


The first time I ever laid eyes on Octavia, I was sixteen years old; some of the high school concert bands from around Equestria were performing in this big competition to see who’s school had the best band (since guitars weren’t allowed in our school’s band, I took up the trumpet; I wasn’t that great, but, oh well). Some of my classmates and I were making our way through the host school’s halls, returning to our designated classroom with snacks that we had bought in the cafeteria, when we passed a classroom, and I heard a single, flat note being played by a cello from inside. I stopped and turned my head, and that’s when I saw Octavia. She was sitting on a low wooden stool, her instrument propped up between her legs, and she was running the bow across the strings with her right hand, and adjusting the tuning knobs with her left. 

My heart raced as I just stood there, watching her tune her cello; she was the most beautiful filly that I had ever seen. Her sleek black mane and tail were tied back with pink bows, and even though her coat was gray, it seemed to shine in the sunlight that poured in on her from the nearby window. I was so entranced by her beauty, I forgot about my snacks, and lowered my arms, letting fall the small bag of potato chips, and the packet of cookies that I had been holding. 

The sound of my dropped foodstuffs wasn’t all that noticeable, but it had been loud enough to draw Octavia’s attention away from her tuning, allowing me my first look at her soft mulberry eyes. Unfortunately it was only a glimpse; my friends had realized that I was missing and came back to fetch me and take me back to our room. I quickly looked back, hoping to see her eyes again, but I found that she had turned back to her instrument, and resumed her tuning. Not wanting to disturb her further, I scooped up my fallen items in a magical aura, and followed my band mates back to our room.

I wished that I had had the chance to see her perform, but fate is cruel sometimes; while her school’s band was on stage performing, ours was in the rehearsal room, getting in some last minute practice before we took the stage next.

The next time I saw Octavia was three years later at my cousin’s wedding reception: 

It was early summer, and my sister, Vinyl, and I had just returned home from college to attend our cousin’s wedding. It was a large ceremony, followed by a reception that was held in the Canterlot gardens, a place usually used for functions held by the Canterlot elite, but the stallion that my cousin married was quite well off, and his family was able to reserve it for their son and his new wife’s special day. 

I sat quietly at my family’s table, sipping my glass of Champaign, watching as the ponies moved on the dance floor to the three four time of the waltz being played by the string quartet hidden somewhere off on the other side of the forest of dancing bodies. I hadn’t thought too much about the mysterious beauty that I had seen when I was back in high school, yet for some reason, the sound of the cello brought with it the image of that little filly tuning her instrument as I watched from the doorway. 

As the music came to a stop, I found that the picture was still present in my mind, until it was ripped away when I felt somepony grab me by the wrist and pull me out of my chair. It didn’t take me long to recognize who it was who had so rudely interrupted my pleasant daydream as she dragged me across the dance floor, the cobalt blue/cyan mane and yellowy white coat were unmistakable; it was my twin sister, Vinyl Scrtach. 

“Come on, bro,” she said, giving me a wide, toothy grin, “I want you to meet a friend of mine.”

We came to a stop just on the other side of the dance floor, and I could feel my white cheeks turn a deep shade of red, and my heart nearly leapt out of my chest when I saw who it was that my sister had led me to see; sitting before me, looking just as she had three years ago (albeit more mature), with the same long black mane, and stunning coat, was the filly, who had since become a lovely young mare.

“Yo Tavi,” Vinyl said, drawing the mare’s attention away from the rest of her quartet. The mare turned her head and smiled (oh that smile).

“Vinyl Scratch,” the mare said cheerfully, as she carefully set down her cello, got up from her seat, and gave my sister a big hug. “I didn’t know you were going to be here, but it’s so good to see you.”

“Yeah, you too. Actually, I’m here ‘cause my cousin’s the bride, so, you know, I had to come. Well, that, and they asked me to DJ a little later.” Then she looked over to me. “Oh by the way,” Vinyl said as she grabbed my wrist again, and pulled me forward so I was directly in front of my high school crush, “Tavi, I want you to meet my brother, Strat. Stratocaster, this is my roommate Octavia.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Stratocaster,” she said, holding out her hand, which I gladly took.

“Uh, y-yeah, likewise,” I stammered, like an idiot. I’m not what you would call a shy person, but I wasn’t expecting to be standing face to face with Octavia, so it was taking a little while for my brain to catch up to the rest of the world around me.

After what felt like far too short an amount of time to fully take in her beauty, one of her band mates called over to Octavia, telling her that it was time to start playing again.

“Well, it was wonderful to see you again Vinyl, but I must be getting back.”

“Yeah that’s fine, I’m gonna go hook myself up with some of that wedding cake. We should totally hang out sometime this summer.”

“Absolutely, just send me a letter whenever you want to.”

Vinyl made to grab my wrist again, but I pulled away, my brain finally functioning correctly.

“Octavia,” I said, “I know we just met, and this might sound kind of odd, but I was wondering, that is, it you aren’t too busy, if you might want to grab some tea after you’re finished playing. I’d like to get to know the mare who can put up with my sister.”

I could just make out the hint of a blush on her gray cheeks as she laughed at my joke.

“I think I’d like that,” she said, flashing me another breath taking smile. 

Time seemed to move by at the speed of light, and before I knew it, it was early evening, the quartet was finishing up, and my sister was setting up her DJ equipment. When I heard the last few notes fade away, I made my way over to the bar, and asked the stallion there for a couple cups of tea. The bartender seemed a bit taken aback; most of the ponies who had stopped by had ordered beers or cocktails, so tea must have sounded like an outlandish request. Yet he boiled the water just the same, and as soon as the cups of hot water, and teabags were placed in front of me, I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. I turned around and time seemed to stop when I saw Octavia smiling as she stood behind me, before taking the empty seat to my left and began steeping her teabag. We were both a little nervous at first, but after we quickly broke the ice with a bit of music talk, we ended up talking the entire night. We mostly talked about music, but I was fine with that; if there’s one thing I could talk about endlessly, it was music.

Not long after that night that the two of us started dating. It started out as just the two of us exchanging letters, but soon, I found myself hoping a train once a week from Canterlot to Manehattan to see her. I always enjoyed our dates, but the best nights were the performances; whenever one of us had a performance, the other would always make sure to attend. I told Octavia that she didn’t have to go to my gigs (mainly because I didn’t think she’d be interested in our style of music; while she tended to enjoy more refined, classical music, my band mostly played rock and roll, with a bit of a Trottingham folk music influence), but every night, the lights came on, and there she was, front row, smiling and cheering. Those times were literally some of the happiest of m-


…


“Yo, what up G-String.”

I cringed as I heard the all too familiar voice calling to me from somewhere behind. Sure enough, when I turned around, there was my sister, giving me her usual mischievous smile as she walked towards me. I rolled my eyes when I saw that she was wearing skin tight leather pants, a white, cutoff tank top, and her signature, purple-lensed sunglasses; an outfit that was completely inappropriate for this sort of affair.

“Shhh, keep your voice down,” I grumbled, “and please don’t call me that, Vinyl, you know I dislike it.” Dislike was a bit of an understatement; I really, really, really hated that nickname. I mean, so a guy broke a string on his guitar that just happened to be the G-string, did that mean that his sister needed to call him G-String for the rest of his life? It did to Vinyl.

“Relax, bro, I’m just here to watch your marefriend’s little performance; it’s all anypony in Manehattan’s been talking about, so I thought “hey, I better check this shit out.””

“Well that was…kind of you. But how the hell did you even get in here; last I checked, tickets were sold out, and they don’t let anypony back here who isn’t associated with the concert.”

“You’re back here.”

“Yeah, but I’m allowed; I’ve been to this concert hall enough times so the staff ponies know who I am. Plus, it doesn’t hurt that I just happen to be dating the pony who everypony is here to see tonight.” I wasn’t just blowing smoke either; this concert was put on for the sole purpose of debuting a collection of Octavia’s original compositions. “So, tell me, how’d you get back here?”

“Well, if you must know, I ran into a stallion working security out back, and he seemed really tense, so I, well, let’s just say I did him a little favor and helped him relieve some stress.” Vinyl made a fist with her left hand, brought it to her muzzle, and started pumping it back and forth. “And that’s how I got in.”

“Sweet Luna, Vinyl” I said, looking away in disgust, “I didn’t need to know about that.”

Vinyl laughed, brought a finger to my forehead, and gave my horn a light flick.

“Poor G-String, twenty three years old, and still as gullible as a schoolcolt.”

“So you were-”

“Joking.” Vinyl lifted her sunglasses so I could see that she was rolling her eyes at me.  “One of the stallions working security for this event is an old college buddy of mine, and I promised I’d put him on the VIP list at my club. And yes,” she added, seeing the look of discontent on my face “the tickets only get him into the club; jeez, Strat, cut me some slack, I’m a happily married mare.”

“And I’m sure your husband just loves watching you hit on anything with a pulse.”

“Hey, he knows it’s just innocent flirting. Besides, it really turns him on; he told me he likes hearing me tell other ponies what I’d do to them, or about what other ponies want to do to me; it gives him fun little ideas for what he wants to try when we get home and rut like-”

“VINYL,” I exclaimed, while at the same time trying to keep my voice as quiet as possible, so as not to disturb my marefriend’s performance, “again, I don’t need to hear that.”

My sister just laughed and slapped me on the back.

“Speaking of rutting-”

“No, I’m not having this conversation with you.” 

“-were you planning on finally introducing Tavi to little Strat tonight?”

“Vinyl-”

“Because you know, G-String, it’s a big night, and I can’t think of any better way for the two of you to celebrate than with an all night fuck fest.”

“Why is it always about sex with you?”

Vinyl just frowned, and shrugged her shoulders.

“Hey, I’m just looking out for you bro.”

I sighed; clearly she wasn’t going to drop the subject and let me return to my love’s performance.

“Look, Octavia and I decided to take things slow because-”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, you don’t want to rush into it, but you’re moving at a snail’s pace, dude; I mean, for Luna’s sake, you’ve been dating for four years now, and you two still haven’t fucked yet.” Her face suddenly softened, and she put a hand on my shoulder. “Look, I get the whole “wanting to wait until the time is right” thing, I really do, but if you keep putting this off, she might think you’re not interested in doing it with her at all. I’ve seen you and Tavi together, and I can honestly say that if there are any two ponies in all of Equestria that belong together, it’s you two. So, please don’t fuck up a good thing just because you’re too much of a prude to screw your marefriend’s brains out.” 

I stared at Vinyl in disbelief; this was the first time in a long time that it sounded like she was actually trying to be a supportive sister. However, just when I felt that my feelings toward her might start to change a little, her mischievous grin reappeared. 

“But let me tell you something, G-String,” she said, “if you don’t hurry up and make your move, then I’ll do it for you.”

I raised my eyebrow in confusion.

“What are you talking about?”

“I mean, if you don’t start treating Octavia like the sexy mare that she is, then I will.” Vinyl then brought her hand to her mouth again, and made a V out of her index and middle fingers, and stuck her tongue between them, flicking it around rapidly.

I rolled my eyes at my sister, and pushed her away.

“What about all that stuff you just said about being happily married?” 

“Oh I’m sure my husband wouldn’t mind sharing me, just for one night; especially if I brought home a sweet piece of tail like Tavi. Hell, I bet he’d be more than happy to join in on the fun if I asked him nicely.”

Our parents always told me that it was wrong to hit a mare, but sometimes Vinyl said things that just made me want to slap her. I never did of course; I knew that she only said those types of things to get a rise out of me. Unfortunately that knowledge alone didn’t make her words any less irksome. This was actually part of the reason I was happy when she decided to go to college in Manehattan instead of attending Canterlot University with me. 

“Vinyl,” I said after taking a few calming breaths, “could you cut the shit, just this once? Please? I’ve told you over and over again that I’m happy with my life as it is, and I don’t need you barging in all the time, making fun of me, and telling me what to do. Look, I know you’re my sister, and you like to tease me sometimes, and that’s fine, but I would just like it if you stayed the hell out of my love life.”

Vinyl’s face softened into what was probably the most sincere look I had ever seen her make, then she pulled me in for a tight hug.

“Awww, Strat,” she said, “I’m afraid I just can’t do that; interfering in your life and teasing you is how I show my love.” Then she let go and started walking away. “This classical music’s killing my buzz; I’m gonna go get drunk in Tavi’s dressing room. They usually stock the dressing rooms around here with some pretty good scotch.” Without looking back, she continued on her way, and waved to me. “If you two come back, and you aren’t half naked with your tongues jammed down each others throats, then I’m taking her off your hands.” 

Before I could say anything else, she took off through a set of double doors, laughing like a mad mare. 

I guess there’s no helping it, I thought to myself, shaking my head in frustration as I turned my attention back to the string quartet, Vinyl will be Vinyl. 

As my mind slowly shifted away from the awkward brother/sister moment, I realized that the quartet had just finished their number, and the audience was on their feet, giving the performers a thunderous applause. I took a quick look at my watch. 9:30p.m. it said; the group had been on stage for a little more than an hour. They must be done, I thought, as I watched Octavia rest her cello on its side, and walk to the front of the stage where a mic stand had been set up.

“Hello everyone, my name is Octavia Melody,” she said. “I would like to thank everyone for coming out tonight to support me in the first public performance of my original compositions. I’ve enjoyed playing for you this evening, and I hope you all enjoyed yourselves as well.” This was met with another round of applause, and a few whistles and shouts from the audience. “We would like to close the show this evening with a song that is not one of my own, but was written by someone who has always been supportive of my work, and whom I love very much.” When she was finished speaking, Octavia bowed, and sat back down, giving me a bright smile as she took up her cello and bow again.

A song written by someone she loves, I thought, must be something one of her parents wrote. I was wrong; as she drew her bow across the strings, and her fingers began moving about the neck in a very intricate cello solo, I realized that there was something very different about this piece. Wait a minute, this isn’t even classical music. This almost sounds like…no, it can’t be. It was. As soon as the rest of the quartet joined in, I instantly recognized the song; it was one of mine. It wasn’t a great song, but it was always one of my favorites, and it sounded impossibly beautiful when performed by the quartet. Oh, Tavi, if you weren’t performing one the most important concerts of your life, I would run over there and hug you.

Now, I’m not one who easily cries, but as the song came to an end, I could feel tears mating the coat under my eyes; I was just amazed to hear a song that I wrote played so wonderfully to a sold out concert hall (the most my band had ever brought in was fifty or sixty drunk college ponies who were only half listening to us as they sat around the bar, getting drunker). I quickly wiped away any traces of tears and joined in with the wild applause that had erupted from the audience. The sound of clapping grew even more as the musicians rose, moved to the front of the stage and took several deep bows, before giving each other hugs and walking off towards the wings, leaving their instruments behind for the roadies to take care of.

Octavia picked up her pace as she made her way towards me, and I had to grab a hold of the bouquet with my magic as she jumped in my arms, planting a passionate, kiss on my lips.

“That was amazing, Tavi,” I said when our lips finally parted, “I think that was your best performance yet.” 

My wonderful marefriend leaned in close to me and nuzzled my cheek against hers. 

“You really think so,” she whispered.

“I really do.

Octavia’s grip around me grew even tighter.

“I think so too.”

I always loved hugging Octavia, especially since I got to feel her large, soft breasts pressed firmly against me chest. Unfortunately, my arms were getting tired, so I reluctantly lowered her, and set her back down on the floor. 

“Wanna get out of here, maybe grab a bite to eat?”

“Sure,” she said with a nod, “let me just stop by the dressing room so I can change into my street clothes.”

I followed Octavia through the winding corridors of the concert hall until we came to a plain white door that had a place card with her name written on it. Her hand was on the knob, and she was just about to open the door, when a horrible vision came to my mind.

“Hold on, Tavi, I need to check on something first.” 

She pulled her hand away, allowing for mine to take its place. I slowly inched the door open and peered inside. No sign of Vinyl, I thought as I looked around the room. In fact the room was rather tidy; if my sister had really come back here to drink, it would have been more than likely that furniture would be upturned, and something would be broken, but that wasn’t the case here. So it really was just a ruse. I shook my head, hating myself for falling for such an obvious prank…again. 

“It’s alright,” I said, signaling that it was okay for Octavia to come in, “It was just a false alarm.”

The mare looked at me, clearly confused. 

“Were you excepting something bad to happen?”

“I…no, nothing. Sorry.”

Octavia giggled lightly and gave me a soft peck on the end of my muzzle. 

“I’ll just step out for a moment, and let you get changed.”

With another smile, I opened the door and went back into the hallway. 


…


Octavia emerged twenty minutes later wearing black, knee-high leather boots, a sexy, black, pleated skirt, a plain, white blouse, and a little pink bowtie (the dress that she had been wearing had been left on a hanger in her dressing room, with a note, telling the manager of the concert hall to have it delivered to the Mareiott Hotel). As I continued to examine every sensual curve of her body, my eyes landed on the bottom curve of her pink, treble clef cutie mark that peeked out just below the hem of her skirt. I swallowed hard, imagining what else lay underneath the folds of her clothing.

“Ready to go,” Octavia ask, snapping me back to attention.

“Yup, let’s get outta here.” I took Octavia’s hand in mine and led her through the hall to the rear exit.


…


The two of us made our way outside into the cool night air. As we navigated the streets of Manehattan, I found that I couldn’t get the soft curve of Octavia’s rump, and the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed out of my head. I was such a hypocrite; I had just gotten upset with Vinyl tonight for all of her sex talk, and here I was, shamelessly picturing my marefriend’s body, naked. I risked another glance over at Octavia, taking in every inch of her body that I could see. Unfortunately she must have noticed what I was doing because she giggled, and squeezed my hand.

“See something you like,” she said, giving me a bit of a sly smile.

“Wha…I-I-I…”

Before I could get a clear answer out, Octavia leaned over and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek.

“It’s alright, Strat, I take it as a compliment. Besides, we’ve been dating for four years, I’m sure you’ve checked me out plenty of times.”

She had me there; whenever I could get a nice view of her, I took the opportunity to study her body like a book. I chose not to answer, however, and just continued walking, hoping that she didn’t look down and see the obvious bulge in my pants. 

“So did you like it?”

I froze right up when she asked that question.

“I, uh-”

“I mean the song, Strat.” She gave my hand another affectionate squeeze, showing that she knew what had just gone through my mind. 

“Oh, yeah, the song,” I said, laughing sheepishly. “Honestly, I thought it was amazing; ten times better than when I do it.”

Octavia laughed and gave me a playful slap on the chest.

“You need to stop being so down on yourself Strat; you’re an amazing artist.”

“Not as amazing as you; it’s not like my band ever played to a room full of ponies who actually came to hear us perform.”

Tavi’s smile turned into a frown.

“Hey, what about me; I’ve been there for every one of your shows, because I love your music, and because I love you.”

It was my turn to laugh and smile now.

“I love you too Tavi.” I leaned in and gave her a kiss. “I guess you’re right; I need to stop being so hard on myself when it comes to my music.”

“That’s more like it,” she said, her smile quickly returning. “Now come on, I’ve been so busy with rehearsals, and the performance, I didn’t have time to eat today. Let’s pop into our diner, and grab some food before we head back to the hotel.”

“Sounds good to me.” 

Most ponies would find it a bit odd that Octavia, a high-class mare, would frequent any restaurant that wasn’t listed as one of the top establishments for fine dining, and it was true that those were her preferred places to go, but she had her reasons for opting to eat in a diner. First of all, her shows usually ran quite late, and some of the more ritzy places were closed when we finally hit the streets. Diners’ on the other hand, were almost always open. The second reason she preferred diners was because the restaurants that were still open after her performances were usually crowded with ponies who had just left the concert she had played; Octavia always liked to dine in peace, and didn’t like having ponies staring at her, or coming up to her, asking for an autograph while she had a mouth full of food (this had happened a few times, but never to the extent that she feared). 

This particular diner was one that we made a point to stop into at least once every time we made it out to Manehattan, called Flapjack’s. It was just a little hole-in-the-wall sort of place, run by this old stallion named Flapjack and his wife, Griddle Cake. Octavia and I found it one night on our first trip to the big city, as we were walking the streets, lost. We started getting hungry, so we stopped in for a quick bite to eat and to ask for directions; it turned out that the little diner was located just two blocks from the hotel that we were staying in. Flapjack and Griddle were wonderful ponies, and the food was amazing enough that after that one visit, we became regulars.

The diner was more or less empty, only a few ponies were sitting at the bar, drinking their coffee silently. Octavia and I took our spots in our usual booth, sitting right across from each other, and started flipping through the menus. Looking through the menus was more of a formality than anything else; we both already knew what we were going to have. 

“Well hello there darlin’s,” came a voice from beside us, “Jack an’ I were wonderin’ when you were gonna be stoppin’ by again.”

Octavia and I looked up to see a plump, middle-aged mare with a cream colored coat, and a graying peach colored mane that matched her frilly old apron standing right beside our table.

“Hello Griddle,” Octavia said, flashing a smile at the mare, “it’s so good to see you again. I hope you and your husband have been well.”

“Well enough as two ponies our age can be,” she chuckled.

“Well I think you look as lovely as ever,” I added.

Griddle blushed.

“Oh Stratocaster, yer always quite the charmer.” The old mare looked at my marefriend, and winked. “Ya better hold on to this one, Octavia, he’s a real keeper.”

“I don’t plan on letting him go anytime soon.”

All three of us broke into fits of joyous laughter.

“I ‘spect you’ll be wantin’ yer usuals then,” Griddle asked, as the laughter began to subside.

“And some coffee, please,” I added.

“Alrighty then. You two get comfy now, and ah’ll be right back with yer orders.”


…


After a delicious dinner of veggie double cheeseburgers and hay fries, I paid our bill, and we said our thanks to Griddle Cake, and Flapjack (who had come out of the kitchen to see us before we left). Then we exited the diner, and made our way down the remaining blocks that led to the Mareiott. The walk was quiet, but it was very pleasant; as we went, Octavia hooked her arm around mine, and leaned against me as we navigated the bustling sidewalks under Luna’s moon, only letting go when we reached the hotel.

As we entered the Mareiott, and started making our way towards the elevators, I glanced over at the front desk, and my jaw dropped in surprise. Resting on a brass dolly next to the counter were my bags (I knew they were mine because they had my cutie mark, an acoustic guitar, sewn into them), which, for some unknown reason, had been brought down from my room. Feeling a little flustered, I left Octavia, ran over to the desk, and started ringing the little bell furiously until a pompous looking stallion, with a slicked black mane, and a pencil thin mustache approached, giving me a disapproving look.

“Can I help you, sir,” he asked with an air of annoyance in his voice.

“Yeah, hi,” I said, trying not to sound too upset, “I’m up in room 306, and I was just wondering if you could tell me why my bags were taken out of my room and brought down here.”

“Ahhh yes, you must be Mr. Stratocaster. A rather ill mannered young mare was in here earlier and told us that you would no longer be needing your room for the remainder of your stay.”

I just stared at the stallion in disbelief.

“As for why your belongings have been brought to the lobby,” he continued, “it is because this is a very busy weekend for the Mareiott, and we need every available room possible to accommodate all of our guests. As you did not appear to be returning any time soon, I took the liberty of having one of the bellhops remove your bags from the room, and bring them to the front desk so that you could pick them up before you left.”

I didn’t say anything to the stallion; there was nothing to say. Here I was in Manehattan, in the middle of the night, with no place to sleep. Damn you Vinyl, I thought, as I picked my bags off the dolly, and started making my way back to Octavia, how the fuck did you even know which hotel I was staying in? 

“What’s wrong, Strat,” Octavia asked, giving me a concerned look when she saw me approach with my bags.

“It’s that fucking stupid best friend of yours,” I said, trying to remain as calm as possible. 

“Vinyl?”

“Yeah; she stopped by your performance earlier, said she wanted to hear you play, but she really just wanted to give me shit about my life. I guess that wasn’t enough, so she must have thought it would be a funny idea to cancel my reservation, leaving me with no place sleep tonight.” I took another calming breath. “I guess I’m gonna grab a cab and see if I can’t find another hotel, or go to the station and take the late night train back to Cant-”

“No,” Octavia interjected, as she looked me in the eyes, her face turning a deep shade of pink, “it’s already after midnight, and it’s more than a three hour train ride to Canterlot. I wouldn’t mind if you, you know, if you slept in my room.”

My heart started racing; in the four years that we have been dating, Octavia and I had never so much as slept in the same room together (it’s pathetic, I know, but we…fuck, I didn’t even have an excuse for why we haven’t slept in the same room together). Before I could give her an answer, Octavia grabbed my hand and led me to the elevator, pushed the up button, and when the gilded doors opened, she shoved me inside, followed me in, and hit the button for the eighth floor.

Aside from the stereotypical cheesy elevator music, the ride was very quiet. My body was coursing with nervous energy, so much so that when the doors slid open, I bounded out of the elevator, and crashed into the wall across from the elevator and fell over backwards.

“Are you alright,” Octavia asked, as she stepped out of the elevator and looked down at me with a concerned look on her face.

“Never better.” I couldn’t help but laugh at my own clumsiness. Smooth, I thought, very smoo…oh sweet Celestia. A sudden flash of red lace between my marefriend’s legs, underneath her skirt, made me quickly jump back to my feet. “So, uh, which way to the room again?”

“This way.” Octavia giggled as she pointed to the left. I followed her as she led me down the hallway, finally coming to a stop in front of room 815. 

The room itself was quite nice; it wasn’t as big, or as glamorous as I was sure the suites on the top floor looked, but it was certainly nicer than the rooms that I usually stayed in. The main room consisted of a sitting area with a white couch and chair, a coffee table and a TV, a small dining area with a table and chairs, and a mini bar (from what I’d heard, the suites on the top floor had full kitchens), and finally, on the far wall, near the window was a full sized bed. There were also a couple of doors in the room, that led to a bathroom and what I assumed was a closet.

“Hey, Strat,” Octavia said with a yawn, as she made her way to the closet and started digging around in one of her bags, “I know we just got here, and I hope you don’t mind, but I think I’m going to turn in for the night; today’s just been a long day, and all I’d like to do right now is sleep.”

“I don’t mind in the least, Tavi,” I said. I was in complete agreement about needing sleep; aside from the emotional exhaustion that came from my run in with Vinyl Scratch, I had gotten up before Celestia had risen the sun to catch the train for a long, uncomfortable ride from Canterlot to Manehattan. As Octavia reemerged from the closet with her toiletries, and what I was guessing were her pajamas, and headed into the bathroom, I took a seat on the couch, kicked my feet up on the coffee table, and shut my eyes.

Ten minutes later, the door to the bathroom opened again, and I was treated to what was probably one of the cutest things that I had ever seen; Tavi was wearing a set of black flannel, button-up pajamas with various little white music notes scattered all over it.

“Bathroom’s all yours,” she said as she made her way over to where I was sitting, leaned in right up close to me so her breasts were pressed against my chest, and ran her fingers through thick, blue mane, as she planted a long, affectionate kiss on my lips. I loved how amazingly soft Octavia’s lips were; I always imagined it was what kissing a cloud must feel like, only warmer, and sweeter. Unfortunately, just as I was getting into the kiss, she pulled her lips away, and I let out a quiet, involuntary groan of disappointment. 

“I love you, Stratocaster,” she said, her voice nothing more than a whisper. Before I could tell her that I loved her, she gave me a warm smile, slowly rose, and headed towards the bed, her sleek black tail swishing back and forth with every step. 

Vinyl, I’m not sure if I should yell at you, or thank you, I thought, as I got up from the couch, grabbed my tooth brush and night clothes from my bag and went into the bathroom.

The first thing I did when I got into the bathroom was check myself in the mirror over the sink, and I was surprised to see that I was actually smiling. There was no denying that I had been feeling nervous about staying in the same room with Octavia, but after the kiss that we just shared, I felt that anxious feelings being pushed to the back of my mind. I held onto that feeling of comfort as I removed my tux, and tossed it in heap in the corner. When I was finally free of the stupid, fancy getup, I put on my pajama pants and an old t-shirt, brushed my teeth, and then returned to the main room (I’d retrieve my suit in the morning). While I was in the bathroom, Octavia had taken the liberty of turning off the lights, so I used my magic to create a soft glow, just bright enough to light my way. I looked around the room, and saw that Octavia was already in bed, probably asleep.

Better not wake her, I thought as I made my way towards the couch. Just as I was about to lie down, I heard a gentle stirring from the direction of the bed.

“No, not there,” Octavia whispered. “Please, Strat, sleep over here with me.”

Okay, nervous feeling coming back, I thought, but I slowly made my way to the bed just the same, and crawled under the covers.  

I could feel my heart trying to fight its way out of my chest as I lay there on my back, staring sleeplessly at the ceiling, my hands tucked up behind my head. For twenty minutes I just lay there, listening to the sound of my rapidly beating heart, and the gentle breathing of the mare on my left, just inches away from me, when suddenly, Octavia rolled over, draped an arm across my chest so her hand resting on my shoulder, and rested one of her legs across mine; she was cuddled right up to me. I looked down and watched her sleep, feeling my nervousness melting in the heat of her body like a snowpony in Springtime.

I brought my right hand out from behind my head, placed it on hers, and gave it an affectionate squeeze, showing my approval of our new sleeping arrangement. Just then, Octavia flipped her hand over so her palm was facing mine, and in one swift motion, she grasped my hand, and flipped back over into her original position, pulling my arm along with her in an act that indicated that she wanted me to follow suit. So I did. That’s when Octavia did the last thing I would have expected her to do: as soon as I was fully repositioned so I was spooning my marefriend, Octavia placed her hand on top of mine, and pressed it gently into her left breast. 

My body suddenly jumped back slightly, partly out of surprise, but mostly because I wanted to hide my rapidly growing erection from Octavia. Well this is an interesting development, I thought, as I lit up my horn, and looked down at my marefriend, my hand still squeezing her breast under the blankets. Octavia opened her eyes and gave me a smile that was a mix of shyness and coyness.

“So what do you think, Strat,” she asked, as she brought her hand up and held it against my cheek.

I just looked down at her in disbelief; I didn't know what to think. Just hours ago, I was yelling at my sister, telling her that Octavia and I wanted to wait to have sex, and now I was in the same bed with my marefriend, staring down at her alluring face, my hand cradling one of her ample breasts. On the one hand, it made me look like a total hypocrite, but on the other hand, the only reason that neither of us had made a move was because we had both agreed to wait (it wasn’t that we didn’t want to, we just didn’t want to be one of those young couples that broke up because they rushed into sex); if this was her way of telling me that she was ready, who was I to argue. 

“Are you sure,” I finally asked, my voice coming out as a hoarse whisper, “Tavi, are you sure you’re ready?”

“How’s this for an answer?” Octavia’s hand found the back of my head, and brought it down until our lips met in a passionate kiss. Unlike the kiss we shared on the couch, Octavia wasted no time snaking her tongue into my mouth, and began leading mine in a very intricate dance. 

That’s good enough for me, I thought. Deciding that I should take the lead, I gave Octavia’s breast a firm squeeze, and started working my tongue against hers, eliciting a series of soft moans to pass from her mouth and to mine. Okay, time to get bold, I thought, as I reluctantly released her soft mound, and drew my hand across her chest until I found the top button of her pajamas. Without breaking the rhythm of our kissing, I quickly worked my way down Octavia’s torso, undoing each button as I went. When I reached the bottom of her shirt I pealed it back, and gently dragged my hand back up her now exposed stomach, and started massaging the breast that I had neglected during my previous venture to her chest. 

Holy shit, new favorite thing ever, I thought, as my fingers sank into her malleable mammary. They weren’t the biggest in Equestria, but they were certainly large enough so that the one that I was holding spilled out of my grasp. Not to mention they were as soft as hell. 

Octavia seemed to be enjoying herself as well; while I was handling her breasts, she began grinding her ass against me, sandwiching my dick between my lower abdomen and her plush rump. The sudden friction against my shaft forced me to part my lips from my lover’s so that I could take in a sharp breath of much-needed air. In the growing light of my horn, I saw Octavia panting as she stared up at me, a look of disappointment in her eyes. I shifted my gaze lower, getting my first good look at my marefriend’s naked upper body. The only word I could use to describe Octavia’s breasts was ‘spectacular;’ they were big, soft, and round, with hardly any sag. I would have liked to have stared at them a little longer, but a sudden increase in Octavia’s grinding reminded me that this was no time to be taking in the scenery.

Gettin’ a little antsy there, huh Tavi, I thought, alright, time to show you what a guitar player’s fingers can do. I gave Octavia’s tit one last squeeze before letting go, and slowly sliding my hand down her magnificent stomach until I reached the waistband of her pajama pants. Octavia sighed happily as I slipped my hand under her waistband. I briefly debated whether or not I should stay on the outside of her panties, but quickly decided that if I was going to please my marefriend, I was going to do it right. 

Octavia let out a sharp gasp when my middle finger found the warm spot between her legs, already moist with arousal. Since she was lying on her side, it was impossible to access her inner sanctum, so I contented myself by slipping my finger in between her legs and running it along her lower lips as best as I could. While my finger went to work, I brought my mouth up to her ear and started nibbling it affectionately.

“Mmmmmm, that feels wonderful, Strat,” Octavia purred, “but why don’t I make things a little easier for you.” 

I felt Octavia’s ear slip from my mouth as she moved her head away from me, changing her position so she was now lying on her back. Then she spread her legs enough for me to slip more of my hand in between, and she let out a loud moan when I entered her warm passage with my middle finger. But I wasn’t through with her; as I began to rhythmically pump my finger in and out of her pussy, I brought my lips to hers and started planting a trail of wet kiss down her neck to her beautiful tits. Without warning, I clamped my lips around one of her nipples and started suckling it playfully, occasionally giving it a few light flicks of my tongue.

“Yeeeesssssssss,” Octavia moaned, as she wrapped her arms around my back and pulled me further into her chest. 

Glad to see you’re enjoying yourself, I thought, but let’s see how you like…Oh FUCK! A sudden, intense, jolt of pleasure surged from my head and coursed throughout my body. My mind raced, trying to figure out what had happened, when another wave washed over me; my finger halted its work as my muscles tensed up, and then went slack as the pleasant sensations ebbed away. Damn, Tavi, what are you doing to me, I thought, as a series of short spurts of ecstasy shot through my horn. That’s when it hit me; she’s licking my horn. Sure enough, I felt a sharp burst of magic erupt from my horn as she gave it another lick, before enveloping the whole thing in her mouth. 

This feels incredible. I’d never received a horn job before, but I knew a few unicorns (my sister included) who had, and they would talk about how awesome it felt to have their horns played with. Now I could see why; each tiny flick of her tongue sent hot tingling sensations through my body, like tiny bolts of electricity that sent a pleasant little shock to my every muscle. 

As my body slowly grew accustomed to Octavia’s tongue work, I turned my mouth to the mare's other breast, and began lightly nipping at her erect nipple, careful not to move my head too much, afraid I might stab the roof of my marefriend’s mouth with the tip of my horn. I then withdrew my finger from her passage, sticky with the mare’s hot juices, and began rubbing her slit, paying special attention to the little nub at the top. Every pass of my finger against her clit caused Octavia to moan into my horn, sending more surges of electric pleasure through my body. When I thought that she had had enough teasing, I took my ring and middle fingers and drove them, hard and fast, into her tight pussy.

Octavia released her lips’ grip on my horn, and cried out as I began moving my fingers back and forth individually, almost as if I was trying to play a guitar solo on her soft inner walls. I’d never done something like this before; I was just doing what felt natural. Judging from the amount of noise she was making, and how hard she was breathing, it was clear that Octavia was enjoying herself. 

“Celestia, yessssssss,” she hissed, as I started picking up speed. “Oh Strat –uhnnn – don’t stop.”

I lifted my head from her breast and gave her a sly smile. Don’t want me to stop, huh, I thought, as I looked into her glazed over eyes, sorry Tavi, but I’ve got other plans. I gradually brought my fingers to a halt, and slowly slid them out of her pussy. This was met by a drawn out sigh of disappointment, but I wasn’t really paying attention; I had more important things to focus on. I withdrew my hand from Octavia’s pajama pants, and brought it to my face, examining the glistening juices that covered my fingers. Feeling a wave of curiosity wash over me, I brought my fingers to my mouth and cleaned them of her essence. Blackberries, I thought as I savored Octavia’s juices. 

Without warning, I threw off the blankets, climbed on top of Octavia, and dove in for another kiss. The mare sighed, and happily accepted me into her mouth, no doubt tasting herself on my tongue. After a few minutes, I slowly pulled away, and began inching towards the foot of the bed, planting a trail of gentle licks and kisses down her body as I went. Rather than ravaging her breasts again, I decided to continue my path down the valley between her tits. I didn’t leave them unattended though; as I made my way towards her stomach, I reached both of my hands up to her luscious mounds and playfully kneaded them between my fingers. 

When I reached Octavia’s belly button, I slowly dragged my hands down, feeling every inch of her amazingly soft body, until my fingers hooked around her PJs and panties. Then I sat up, and pulled, slowly removing the garments until her lower body was completely exposed. After tossing her pants to the side, I took a moment to admire her naked body, from the rise and fall of her ample bosom with every heaving breath, down to the pink lips between her legs that glistened in the light of my horn; it was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen. 

Not able to wait any longer, I hooked my arms around Octavia’s legs, and dove in, muzzle first, between her thighs. Octavia let out a sharp gasp the moment I made contact with her marehood, and she locked her legs around my neck, holding me firmly in place. Without a means of going back, I moved forward, stuck my tongue out, and started lapping away at the excited juices that trickled from her entrance. The deeper my tongue went, the tighter Octavia gripped me with her thighs, but I didn’t care; I was too busy reveling in the taste of my marefriend’s juices. Every once in a while I would leave the warmth of her marehood, and trace little rings across her lower lips with my tongue, each pass of my tongue eliciting loud moans and cries from the mare above. As the volume of her cries grew, I drew one last circle, lapping up any juices that had spilled out, and started playing with her clit.

“Oh Strat,” she cried out, as my tongue lightly flicked across her little nub “I - uhnn - Strat, I’m so close.”

I looked up and my tongue nearly stopped as I stared, wide-eyed, up at Octavia. While I was eating her out, the mare had brought her hands to her breasts, and was massaging them in rhythm with her moans. Alright, Strat, you can’t quit now, I thought. As I returned my attention to Octavia’s love button, I brought one of my hands around, and reintroduced my fingers, pumping them in and out  of her pussy in time with the flicks of my tongue. 

Octavia began bucking her hips against my muzzle, causing her lips to rub against my chin, soaking my coat with the increasing flood of her sex; she was right, she was close. After a few more flicks of my tongue, Octavia cried out, and arched her back as she came. Hard. I quickly brought my tongue down to her entrance to lap up the sweet nectar that gushed forth from her passage. As the sounds of Octavia’s ecstasy ebbed away, and her grip around my neck slackened, I rose from between her legs, and joined my marefriend at the head of the bed, licking away the remaining traces of her essence from my lips as I watched her heaving form coming down from it’s euphoric high.

“That…was…incredible…Strat…” she panted, her right hand leaving her breast and seeking out mine to hold. “How did you learn to use your fingers like that?”

I looked over at her, and chuckled.

“Hey, I wouldn’t be much of a guitar player if I wasn’t skilled with my fingers” I said.

Octavia laughed as she rolled over, and kissed me on the cheek.

“Well, thank Luna for that,” she said, her hand drifting down my chest. “Now I think it’s time for me to return the favor.” Octavia gave me a wink and a sly smile, as her hand continued its path down my stomach. When she reached the waist of my pants, I thought she was going to lift the band and slip right on under, just as I had done with her. But she didn’t; instead, she got up, sat down beside my legs, and pulled my pants, and boxers completely off, allowing my dick to snap back against my abdomen as it was released from its flannel prison. 

“Oh my,” she said, blushing as she stared down at my stallionhood, “it’s…you’re…” 

I followed her gaze.

“What, I’m not that big.”

“Bigger than I’ve seen.”

I raised an eyebrow in confusion, and concern.

“And just how many have you seen?”

Octavia laughed and ran her hand affectionately along my thigh.

“Relax, Strat,” she said, “I lived with your sister for four years, remember?”

“Yeah, so?”

“Let’s just say Vinyl had a bit of a problem with leaving the door unlocked when she was…getting intimate. So I’ve accidentally seen some things.” Then she wrapped her fingers around my dick, and started stroking it gently. “But I’m sure this isn’t the sort of conversation you want to be having right now, especially not with what I’m about to do.” 

She had me there; if I had to choose between a hand job from Octavia, and talking about my sister…well, the choice was pretty obvious. 

Octavia’s hand drifted down the length of my dick, and started to fondle my testicles. 

“Now take off your shirt,” she purred, giving my boys a gentle, yet firm squeeze. 

I sat up, and quickly complied, figuring it wouldn’t be a good idea to disagree with somepony who literally had me by the balls. The bottom of my shirt was barely over my head when a sudden force knocked me back on the bed. Seconds later I was joined by Octavia, who was lying on her side, in a similar position to the one we had started in, with her leg draped across mine and a hand under my head. The only difference was that her other hand was stroking my dick in a way that was reminiscent to how she would hold her bow as she drew it across the strings of her cello. As Octavia played with my stallionhood, her lips found my neck, and she began covering it with little kisses. 

“Shit, Tavi, that feels-” was all I managed to moan as her lips began drifting lower on my body. I watched as Octavia made her way passed my chest and down to my stomach, her nipples grazing my coat as she went, adding to the pleasant sensations that were coursing through my body. Her tits briefly enveloped my dick in the warm softness of her cleavage before she took her final place between my legs at the foot of the bed.

Octavia looked up at me with her large mulberry eyes, and smiled as she lowered her head and gave my stallionhood a long, wet lick. When she reached the tip, she clamped her lips around the side of my dick, and began working her way back down to the base, flicking her tongue against my sensitive member along the way. She repeated this a few more times, making sure my cock had a nice coat of saliva. Each gentle touch of her tongue caused me to gasp for air as little jolts of pleasure made their way through my body. It was a different sensation than the one I got when Octavia gave me a horn job, but it was just as intense. 

When she was satisfied, Octavia pulled back to admire her work; my fully erect stallionhood glistened with her saliva in the light of my horn, a light that had grown brighter with the mare’s increased contact with my body. 

“Damn, Tavi,” I finally said, “That felt good.”

Octavia just looked me in the eye and giggled as she brushed a few strands of hair out of her face, and brought her head back down to my cock. I arched my back, and moaned as she parted her lips and took the first couple of inches into mouth. My moans grew louder as her tongue flicked around the head of my cock, constantly tickling its sensitive underside. 

Inch by inch, my dick disappeared into Octavia’s muzzle. I almost thought she was going to take it all, but she stopped just a little more than halfway down, and gagged when the tip of my stallionhood poked the back of her throat. Instead of trying to force more of it in, Octavia wrapped her fingers around the exposed flesh, and as she raised her head up, she began stroking my dick. It took her a few minutes, but Octavia soon synchronized her hand with her head, as she began a slow rhythm of bobs, rising until only the head of my cock remained in her mouth, then descending again. 

With each rise and fall of her head, my toes curled and uncurled uncontrollably, and tingled as the growing surges of ecstasy engulfed my entire body. Almost out of instinct, I placed my hand on Octavia’s head and began pushing down every time it moved towards the base of my cock. I wasn’t trying to force myself down her throat; I just liked the sense of control that I got when I pushed her head down. At first I thought she would hate it and make me stop, instead, she began moaning into my stallionhood, increasing the euphoric feelings that were ravaging my body. 

As I lay there, moaning and squirming, enjoying Octavia’s amateur blowjob, I began to feel something welling up in the base of my stallionhood. It was a sensation that I knew quite well from many nights after spending time with Octavia, so I knew what was about to happen if she continued what she was doing. The thought of giving my marefriend a warning briefly crossed my mind, but it was too late; just as she was lowering her head, my hips bucked forward, accidentally forcing a few inches of my stallionhood into her throat, and the room was filled with a blinding white light that emanated from my horn as I came. I almost thought Octavia was going to try to fight her way off, but she held her place as the first volley of semen shot down her esophagus and into her stomach. She probably would have held it there longer, but a need to breathe made her remove my dick from her mouth, allowing the last of my cum to land on her muzzle, and on her tongue, which lolled out of her open mouth as she gasped for air. 

“Sorry about that, Tavi,” I said, “I didn’t…mean…to…” My voice trailed off as I watched Octavia sit up, and scrape the globs of my jizz off her face with her hand and lick it from her fingers. 

“Mmmmm,” she hummed happily as she swallowed the remnants of my cum.

“Holy shit,” I accidentally said out loud. I watched Octavia with a half shocked, half dazed look on my face; Octavia was such a refined mare that her drinking every last drop of my semen was the last thing I expected. But I had to admit that it was sexy as hell.

“I’m guessing somepony enjoyed himself,” Octavia said as she joined me back at the head of the bed, wrapped an arm across my chest, and kissed my cheek. 

I rolled over so I was facing her and smiled.

“You bet your ass I did.” I placed my hand on Octavia’s plush rump and gave it a firm squeeze, eliciting a series of giggles from the mare. “But I gotta ask,” I said, when the laughter died down, “I know I probably shouldn’t, especially after what we just did, but…”

“What is it Strat?”

“Well, I was just wondering what brought this on? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I really, really enjoyed it, but…I don’t know-”

Octavia leaned in, pressed her lips against mine, and snaked her tongue into my mouth. I hesitated a little at first, tasting the salty, musky flavor of my own semen, but the taste only lasted for a moment, and I quickly joined in the dance of tongues. Then she slowly pulled away, and smiled, as she looked me in the eyes.

“I love you, Stratocaster,” she said, her voice full of affection, “I’ve loved you all the four years we’ve been together, and I was happy when you agreed to wait to have sex, but, well, I’ve actually been ready…for a couple of years now.”

Did she just say what I think she said, I thought as I stared at her, wide eyed. 

“I’ve wanted to bring it up, but whenever an opportunity presented itself, one of us always had an excuse as to why we couldn’t. Not only that, but you seemed happy with the way things were, and I wasn’t exactly sure how you’d react. Thanks to Vinyl, this is the first night that we’ve been able to spend together, so I thought that tonight should be the night. I’m sorry I took you by surprise, bu-”

It was my turn to cut Octavia off with a kiss.

“Hey Tavi, it’s all right,” I said, running my hand through her beautiful black mane. “Tonight has been amazing, and that’s saying something considering I had to deal with Vinyl earlier.” I laughed sheepishly. “Still, I feel like a fucking idiot; if I’d been paying better attention, I would have jumped you sooner.”

Octavia ran her hand down my back.

“Yes, you are a bit of an idiot,” she joked, “but you’re cute, sweet, and your fingers are amazing; I think I can forgive you.”

The two of us broke into fits of laughter, as we lay there in each other arms. Then, Octavia stopped, and blushed when she became aware of something long and hard sandwiched between us.

“Oh my,” she said, as she pulled away and looked down to see my stallionhood, still fully erect. “I wasn’t expecting you to be ready to go again so soon.”

“I guess my body isn’t quite ready to call it a night,” I said, as I pulled Octavia close, so that her tits were squished against my chest, and dove back into her mouth. As we kissed, I slid my hand down her back, passed her happily flicking tail, down to her beautifully soft rump, and gave it another firm squeeze. Then my hand began making its way from her back, to the front, where it found itself between Octavia’s legs, pressed right up against her pussy. Like before, I began running my middle finger across Octavia’s moist lower lips, each pass of my finger eliciting soft moans that passed from Octavia’s mouth to mine. 

As I continued to rub Octavia’s slit, I slowly began to rise and position myself so I was on top, with my marefriend lying on her back below me. I felt Octavia’s grip tighten, her fingernails lightly digging into my back, as my lips slowly began making their way down her elegant neck. One of her hands left my back and found its way down to my stallionhood, and she began stroking it as she parted her legs, preparing herself for penetration. 

The two of us let out a simultaneous moan as the head of my dick pierced her boiling hot passage for the first time. Octavia’s mouth had felt amazing, but her pussy was so much better, even if I was just playing in the shallow end. Once I was in, Octavia removed her hand, and returned it to my back, which I took as my cue to proceed. Thanks to our vigorous foreplay, I met little resistance as I shifted my hips forward, diving deeper into her wet passage. Just as I thought I was in the clear, my stallionhood met a slight obstacle, but with a little extra force, it gave way, allowing me full access to Octavia’s marehood. I was good to go, but Octavia wasn’t; as soon as I hilted in the mare’s tight passage, she wrapped her arms and legs tight around me, holding me in place, as she filled the room with a piercing cry of pain. 

I immediately halted, and looked down to see Octavia’s eyes wrenched shut, their corners filled with tears, and she was biting her bottom lip, trying to hold back more cries that threatened to escape her mouth. I wasn’t stupid, I knew what had happened, but that didn’t make things easier for the poor mare. 

“I’m sorry Tavi,” I said, “do you need me to-”

“No,” she said, her voice heavily strained, “just…g-give me a – ughhhh – just give me a minute.”

I nodded, lowered my head, and began planting soft kisses along her neck, deciding that if I couldn’t pleasure her down below, I’d do what I could to make her comfortable up top. As I continued to kiss her neck, I brought my right hand to her ear, and began rubbing it, until her strained cries melted away to soft moans. Taking that as a sign that it was okay to continue, I slowly drew my hips back until less than half of my dick remained inside, then plunged forward, burying myself completely in her pussy. 

As I picked up a slow rhythm of long, deep thrusts, Octavia began crying out again, but it wasn’t in pain like it was the first time; these were sounds of pure ecstasy. With every powerful thrust, Octavia’s cries grew louder, and her fingernails began digging into my back, as her body was enveloped in feelings of euphoria. She wasn’t alone; the pleasure that coursed through my body as I plunged in and out of Octavia’s tight pussy had me moaning low in almost perfect harmony to Octavia’s higher pitched cries for more. 

After several minutes of steady thrusting, I decided to change things up a bit; with one last strong push, I buried myself balls deep in Octavia’s pussy, and began rocking my hips. This was a lot harder to get used to, but a sudden tightening of Octavia’s passage around my dick told me that I was doing something right. While my hips continued to rock in sloppy, circular motions, I returned my mouth to the spot where my marefriend’s neck met her shoulder, and I began to bite it lightly.

“Oh Celestia,” Octavia moaned, as I continued my simultaneous attack of her nethers and neck, “oh Luna! – uhnnnnn – Fuck me, Strat. Fuck me harder.”

I had to stifle a laugh. It wasn’t because she wanted more, it was because Octavia hardly ever swore. She tended to avoid using such language, so whenever she let one of those words slip, it would catch me off guard, and I’d break out into a fit of laughter. But right now wasn’t the time for such a reaction; I had to focus all of my attention on pleasing the mare underneath me. 

Okay, time to change things up again, I thought. I slowly brought my hips to a halt, and, much to Octavia’s disappointment, slipped out of her piping hot passage. She looked up at me, panting for breath, her eyes full of wanting, but I just smiled, and winked, as I leaned in close so that my lips were next to her ear.

“Roll over,” I whispered, before climbing off of her.

The look of confusion on her face was replaced with a sly smile when she realized what it was that I wanted. Slowly, she rolled on to her stomach, and then rose so she was resting on her hands and knees. I took a second to admire her shapely rump that was sticking up in front of me. A sudden hint of her pink pussy, hidden under her constantly flicking tail, reminded me that it was time to take the plunge. 

I hooked my thumb around her tail, and placed my hand on her treble clef cutie mark, pulling her tail out of the way, and held her firmly in place as I lined my cock up with her marehood, and ran it along the lips of her warm dripping passage. After a bit of teasing, I found my mark, and inched in so that only the head of my stallionhood was resting in her entrance. Then I grabbed her other flank and thrust as hard, and as fast as I could, burying myself deep in her oh, so tight pussy. Instead of taking things slow and gentle like I did before, I took advantage of the new position, and pummeled Octavia’s marehood with strong thrusts.  

The room was soon filled with the sounds of our fucking; Octavia’s cries for more, and my grunts of pleasure blended together in harmony as they resounded off the walls of the hotel room, barely masking the wet slaps of sweat drenched bodies as my pelvis smacked against her beautiful ass.

“YES,” Octavia screamed, as her arms gave out, and she fell forward under the force of my thrusts. 

That was it; her ass slammed against me one last time, and the walls of Octavia’s pussy clamped around my dick as she came. My grip on her ass tightened, and I bit my lip, as Octavia gasped for breath, her body trembling underneath me as she rode out wave, after heavy wave of pleasure. I had been so close too, unfortunately not close enough for the pure bliss that shot through my body from the smoldering hot, vice like grip around my stallionhood to make me come. 

After a few minutes, I felt Octavia’s hold on me loosen, just enough for me to slip out, my dick followed closely by a flood of her excited juices that soaked the fine, white coat on my legs. As I released my hands from Octavia’s rump, the worn out mare toppled over on her side, incapable of supporting herself in her addled state. I lay down next to her, watching her lay there, motionless, save for the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed heavily.

“Doin’ alright there, Tavi,” I asked, running my fingers through her silky smooth mane.

At the sound of my voice, Octavia opened her eyes, and smiled, as she brought her hand up to mine, and held it against her cheek.

“Th-that…w-was…incredible,” she said, her voice nothing more than a trembling whisper. 

I returned the smile, feeling a slight sense of pride at the fact that by some miracle I was somehow able to bring my marefriend off twice, despite the fact that just hours ago, we were both virgins.

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.” I continued smiling at her, though in the back of my mind, I couldn’t help but feel disappointed that I hadn’t reached orgasm as well. I knew it was a selfish feeling, but I couldn’t help it; I was a young, hot-blooded stallion after all.

Octavia must have sensed the disappointment in my voice because she suddenly looked at me with a shocked look on her face. 

“Strat, what’s wro… wait, don’t tell me you didn’t… but I-”

“It’s alright Tavi. Tonight was your night, so I’m more than happy to please you; I can just take care of it myse-”

“Get on your back, Stratocaster.”

“Tavi, really, it’s alright, you don’t have to-”

“I know, but I want to.” She blushed as she pressed her hands firmly against my chest. She clearly wasn’t going to take no for an answer (and frankly, I was more than happy to comply), so I rolled onto my back. Octavia crawled on top of me, and began covering my chest in sloppy, wet kisses.

“- uhnnn -” I groaned, as Octavia began grinding her marehood against my still fully erect stallionhood. Then she sat up, lined her pussy up with my stallionhood, and lowered herself onto my dick. Or so she thought; Octavia’s alignment was off, and my cock ended up sandwiched within the crack of her beautiful ass. But she wasn’t discouraged; she rose again, and this time, reached under her and took hold of my cock, so that it wouldn’t move as she lowered herself again. Her second attempt was a success, and I was once again buried in the wonderful warmth of her marehood.

“Fuuuuuuck,” I moaned, as she planted her hands on my chest for support and rose until only the head remained wrapped in her pussy, then she slammed down, quickly impaling herself on my cock. As Octavia bounced up and down on my dick, I found myself mesmerized as I watched her tits jiggling up and down, and if I thought it was possible, I could have sworn that I felt my dick grow even harder. In the heat of the moment, I reached my left hand around Octavia, and planted it on her ass, while my right hand snaked it’s way up her stomach until it was gently cupping her left breast. Then I gave them both a squeeze, eliciting an adorable squeak from Octavia.

“H-hey, no f-f-fair,” she panted, as she continued riding me vigorously, “I’m supposed to be treating you, not – ahhhh – the other way around.” 

I ignored her pleas, and continued massaging her soft curves. Octavia, however, was adamant that this be more about me; as I felt the feelings of bliss building up in me again, Octavia grabbed the hand that was on her breast, and slid it down her body, to join its mate on her rump. Then she lay down on top of me, her hips continuing their rocking motion, trying desperately to make me cum. She was doing an amazing job of it too; the more she ground herself against my stallionhood, the stronger the feelings of ecstasy grew within my body. I didn’t think it could get better than this, but I was dead wrong; now that she was pressed right up against me, she began kissing me passionately, our mouths a mess of tongues, and pleasure filled moans. 

Fuck, Tavi, I thought, unable to verbally express myself to the mare on top of me, fuck. I think I’m gonna – aaaahhhhhhhh –… My mind went blank, and I saw nothing but white as the feelings of ecstasy doubled, leaving me momentarily paralyzed. The overpowering pleasure slowly ebbed away, and I gasped for breath as I looked up and saw that Octavia had brought one of her hands to my forehead and was rubbing my horn the same way she had rubbed my cock. I had just that one, short respite, before I felt my body tense up as I came.

I groaned, and the room was filled with another flash of blinding white light, as I filled Octavia’s tight passage with load after heavy load of semen. I guess the ride must have been too much for Octavia as well; as I emptied myself into her, I felt Octavia’s marehood clamp down on me again, and she released me from her kiss, so she could cry out as she came for the third time that night.

I don’t know how long we lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, our bodies coming down from the immense high of our orgasms. As my mind finally began to clear, I felt my stallionhood slip out of Octavia’s pussy with a soft, wet pop, followed by a mixture of our fluids, which dripped onto my legs before they could hit the bed. 

“Tavi,” I said with a chuckle, thinking back on what we had just done. “Tavi that was amaz-”

A quiet, delicate snore from the mare on top of me cut me off; Octavia was fast asleep. I gave her a soft kiss on the tip of her muzzle, slid out from underneath her, careful not to wake the sleeping mare, as I got out of bed. I would have liked nothing more than to fall asleep with her right then and there, but I had a strong desire to wash the bodily fluids off my legs. I ignited my horn just enough to light my way, and slowly made my way to the bathroom.

After using a wet washcloth to get the sticky mess off my legs, I left the bathroom and went back to bed. I looked at the mattress and saw Octavia, still sleeping in the same position that I left her in, a slight shiver coursing through her naked body. Poor Tavi, you must be cold. I flicked off my light and used my magic to grab the edge of the blankets, which were still firmly tucked between the mattress and box spring, and gently draped them over Octavia’s body. She hummed happily, and pulled the blankets closer to her body.  You’re just too damn cute Tavi, I thought as I climbed back into bed and snuggled up to my beautiful marefriend. I wrapped my arm around her tight, as if I thought that this all might be a dream, and that if I didn’t hold onto her, she’d slip away. 

I could feel the hands of sleep inviting me into their warm embrace, and I gladly accepted, completely worn out from our lovemaking to stay awake.

“I love you, Octavia,” I whispered as I snuggled up against her. “Goodnight.”

With that, my eyes closed, and I quickly drifted off to sleep.


…


Ring…ring…ring…

What the hell is that, I thought as a sudden loud noise roused me from the best sleep I ever had. 

Ring…ring…ring…

My eyes shot open, and quickly shut again, the light of the morning sun that poured into the room from the large window blinding my sensitive eyes. I sat up, careful not to disturb the mare that was somehow still sound asleep next to me, and looked to the nightstand on my side of the bed, where I saw the source of the noise; it was the hotel phone. I reached down and picked up the receiver of the phone, just as it was about to ring again; I didn’t really want to talk to the pony on the other end, I just wanted it to stop ringing.

“Hello,” I said, my voice full of exhausted annoyance.

“Good morning, sir,” came the familiar pompous voice of the stallion who worked the front counter. “I have an incoming call for room 815, do you wish to accept?”

“No.” That was all I said before hanging the receiver back up. I was just about to lie back down, but stopped when the phone started ringing again. I groaned, and rolled my eyes, as I reached over and picked up the receiver again.

“What,” I said, just a little louder than I had wanted.

“I’m sorry for the disturbance, sir, but the caller on the other line insists on speaking with the occupant of this room.” 

You don’t sound sorry, I thought.

“Fine, put whoever it is through.”

“Very good, sir, I’ll connect you in just a moment.”

There was a soft click, then nothing but silence for about a minute, then another click as I was connected to the second line.

“He-”

“Yo, Tavi, what up girl.”

When I heard the voice on the other line, my heart stopped, and I tensed right up.

“Hey, sorry to call you so early; I just got back from the club, and I thought I’d give you a call before you made any plans to see if you and your lame coltfriend would like to come out toni-”

“V-Vinyl,” was all I managed to say.

“Yeah, it’s…wait, Strat? What are you…HOLY SHIT, YOU DIDN’T!”

“I-I-”

“Holy fucking shit, you did; you two finally fucked last night.”

I had to hold the receiver away from my head as the sound of my sister’s wild laughter assaulted my eardrum.

“So what if we did, it’s none of your business.”

“Shut up G-String, I’m trying to show you how proud of you I am. So tell me, how’d it happen?”

“How did it happen? Well let’s see, you canceled my room, and Tavi let me stay with her so I wouldn’t have to find another hotel or go back to Canterlot. One thing led to another and-”

“-you fucked.” Another wave of wild laughter. “That’s awesome bro, but I gotta tell you, I’m surprised you stayed with her; the whole room thing was just a joke.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, “ha ha, cancel G-String’s room and leave him without a place to sleep.” Real funny Vinyl.”

“No, you idiot, I mean your room was never really cancelled.”

“What?”

“I paid the dude at the counter to bring your bags down and tell you that I had cancelled your reservation. I figured you would get angry and throw a huge fit until he agreed to give you your room back, but I never expected Octavia would invite you to her room. Congratulations.”

“I…you…thanks,” I sighed. “That was a pretty lame joke though, at least by your standards.”

“What can I say, I was fucking wasted last night, dude, and after our little run in, I decided that I needed to prank you. Faking your room cancellation was the funniest thing I could think of; guess it kinda backfired on me though, huh?”

“Yeah, just a little.”

There was a short silence between us, until my sister finally spoke again.

“So how was she,” she said, sounding a little too excited to hear about how my marefriend was in bed. “Tavi’s always so prim and proper, so I bet she’s gotta be wild in the sack. Oh, and I bet she’s tight too. Come on bro, you gotta tell me-”

“Goodbye, Vinyl.” I went to hang the phone up, but Vinyl stopped me.

“Hey, hey, hold on,” she pleaded. “Okay, Strat, I’m sorry. No more jokes now. I know I’m always teasing you, but I have to tell you that I really am proud of you.” There was that sound of genuine sisterly love in her voice again. I wasn’t sure if I could believe it, but seeing as I had her to thank for last night, I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt, and not say anything. “Oh, and that invitation to come out tonight is still open; we can make it a celebration in the honor of you two finally losing your precious virginities.”

“Just as long as you don’t do anything to embarrass me, and you’ve got yourself a deal.”

“Can’t make any promises, bro, but I’ll try to leave you with some dignity before the night’s over.”

“Oh joy, I can’t wait.” I groaned, and I rolled my eyes; it was stupid of me to think that my sister would ever treat something like this with subtlety.

“Hey listen, I’m gonna go sleep off this hangover, so I can be ready for tonight.”

“Yeah, fine.” Then I softened up a bit. “Later sis. I, uh, I love you.”

There was a bit of an awkward silence before Vinyl spoke again.

“Awww, I love you too, Strat. See you tonight, bro.” With that she hung up the phone, leaving me with the sound of the dial tone. I set the receiver down, and just stared at the opposite wall. It had been years since I told Vinyl I loved her, let alone called her sis. For as long as I could remember she was just this annoying mare that lived in my house, and who I tried avoid associating myself with, but after tonight, there was just no way I could stay mad at her. Sure, I knew that wouldn’t stop her from teasing me, but for now, I could safely say that our relationship was starting to become less strained. 

Feeling like the happiest stallion in Equestria, I looked down at Octavia with a smile, and started gently stroking her cheek.

“Mmmmm,” she hummed sleepily, as she stirred, and looked up at me with sleep filled eyes.

“Morning Tavi,” I said, “did you sleep well?”

“Mhmmm. I don’t think I’ve ever slept so peacefully.”

The two of us remained still, enjoying the moment, until a sudden rumbling sound disrupted the silence.

“Guess I’m a bit hungry,” Octavia said with a laugh.

Now that she mentioned it, I also found that I was quite famished; all of the physical activity that we partook in last night had left us both in need of vast quantities of food.

“I think breakfast would be a good idea,” I said, “wanna go down to the diner?”

Octavia shook her head and gave me a sly smile.

“I think we should do room service instead.”

I gasped when I felt a hand running up my thigh and gently grasping my stallionhood under the blankets. 

“What a naughty little filly you are,” I said, climbing back under the covers, and leaning in for a kiss. Octavia wrapped her arm around me and playfully grabbed my ass, as my tongue explored her mouth. 

“I love you, Tavi,” I said when our lips finally parted.

Octavia beamed at me.

“I love you, too, Strat.”

A wide smile spread across my face as Octavia and I looked into each other’s eyes before returning to our passionate kissing. Neither of us had made any plans for the day (well, other than going to Vinyl’s club tonight), so there was nothing preventing us from making this a daylong fuck fest. It wouldn’t have been my first choice of activities, yesterday, but today was a new day – a good day – and I planned on making the most of that time by showing Octavia just how much I loved her. Yup, it was going to be a very good day.