>You let out a content sigh as you finally catch sight of your own home again
>Touring the Crystal Empire for two months has been fun, but very tiring
>As you pass a shop window, you see your own reflection passing by
>The same grey coat and charcoal mane
>The same collar and bow tie
>The same treble clef sporting your flank
>The same tired eyes
>You are Octavius
>As you approach your humble abode, your ears fill with music
>Oh yes, music
>Music is your life
>Quite literally, at that
>But not this kind of music
>Unce unce unce unce
>You figured she'd be at it from the moment you left
>And it only slightly surprises you she's still going
>You stop right before your front door
>Unce Unce Unce Unce
>You sigh, and take out your key
>You brace yourself for a wall of sound
>And you step inside
>UNCE UNCE UNCE UNCE
>You try to look unfazed by the drum-splitting noise
>You turn the party lights and stroboscopes off, and you flick the regular light switch
>She has a habit of turning on the 'disco lights' when she's 'practicing'
>"OH HEY THERE OCTAVIUS! BACK ALREADY?"
>"Hi Vinyl. I was back yesterday, but I had to spend the night at the music hall."
>"WHAT'S THAT? SPEAK UP,THE MUSIC'S ON!"
>You calmly walk over to Vinyl's DJing table, and turn down the volume
>UNCE Unce unce unce
>Much better
>"Aww, and just before the good bit started!"
"I said I was back yesterday, but I had to spend the night at the music hall."
>"Ah, buck that! You should've called me, I'd have brought some music for you to listen to!"
>You both know you can't trust her on that
>Or rather, her taste in music
>But aside from that, and leaving crumbs everywhere, she's a nice pony
>Certainly not a pain to share the house with
>Most of the time
>"Talking 'bout music, where's your cello?"
"They're bringing her in tomorrow. She was in the cargo train."
>You head to the kitchen to fetch yourself a glass of well-deserved wine
>"Hey, why do you keep calling your cello 'her'? It's kinda funny."
"Just a habit I picked up from my teachers. Nothing serious."
>Two minutes in, and she's already tiring you
>You look through the wine rack
>Nothing
>Literally
"Vinyl? Where'd that chardonnay I told you not to touch?"
>"What? I didn't touch i- ooooooh..."
>That sound means trouble
>I had a party here, a couple weeks back, and this guy, he said he was gonna drink everything. I guess he did. Sorry, I forgot to pick up a new one."
>You refuse to get worked up over small things like this, and she sounds strangely more genuine that she normally does
>So you let it slip
>You check the fridge and find some sauvignon blanc
>Not what you had hoped for, but it'll have to do
>Unce unce un-
>You hear vinyl walk towards the kitchen
>Just as you're about to grab a wine glass from the cupboard, two float out
"Thank you. Vinyl."
>"Don't mention it, I just figured I'd drink a glass with you and ask you about the trip."
"Tour. And thank you again."
>Something's off, she'd normally never do this
>Either something great or something terrible has happened while you were gone
"Vinyl?"
>The two of you walk back into the living room
>"Yeah?"
>You sit down, and pour yourself a glass. Vinyl does likewise
"What happened?"
>"What?"
"Apologizing, sitting with me, asking me how my tour went. It's all a little bit strange to me. What happened?"
>"Oh? Well, apart from that party thing, nothing. Well, I accidentally kinda flooded the kitchen a bit, but that's all patched up! I guess I just kinda missed you a little."
>Missed you?
>That's news
>Not that it's an unwelcome change
>You settle down and tell her of your tour, occasionally sipping your wine
>To your surprise, she seems genuinely interested
>She's listening, asking a few questions, occasionally refilling her glass
>By the time you're finished, the wine is too
>And you've only had two glasses
>Surprise, surprise, Vinyl is drunk
>Not too much though, you've seen her down much, much more than that
>With her average intake, she's about tipsy
>"So, wait waitwaitwait wait. Wait. That one mare. The one, you said her name was Shoe Shine?"
"Blue Shine."
>"Yeah, Blue Shine. She was totally so into you! Why didn't you?"
You grab the bottle and the glasses, and stand up to put them away
"Why didn't I what?"
>"Why didn't you give her the D, man?"
>You sigh
"It'd be most impolite to try and infiltrate a mare's privacy like that on the first meeting."
>You put the glasses in their cupboard
>You hear Vinyl's voice drifting from the living room
>"But she was totally cool with it! She was all over you Octavius!"
"I'm certain she was just being polite."
>You walk back into the living room to see Vinyl's taken your spot on the couch
>She's taken all spots
>She's draped herself over the seating in a lightly unflattering, highly improper pose
>"That didn't sound like 'just polite' to me."
>A smirk crawl across her face
>"Or were you savin' it for somepony else?"
>You sigh, grab a chair and sit down
"No. I just don't want to abuse hospitality like that."
>"Aww c'mon Octavi! You're so stiff, when's the last time you've actually hit the hay with a mare?"
"I had a drink too much at the Gala two years back. I don't ever expect to see her again anyways."
>"Dude! That's crazy long ago! You /live/ with a mare and you get less sex than... than... Everpony!"
>While it's true that you live with a mare, you don't really want to think about those implications
"Vinyl, you've had more than a few too many. I think it's time for a good night's rest while we still can."
>With that, you stand up, and leave for your bedroom
>You sit down on your bed, and start to get yourself ready for the night
>You've barely untied your bow tie, when there's a knock on your door
"Vinyl, your room is opposite."
>"Geez 'Tavius, I want in already, I even knocked!"
>She then proceeds to barge into your room
>You notice she's taken her glasses off
>She directly makes way over to you
>She lays a hoof on your upper leg, her red eyes looking right into yours
"Vinyl, what's the meaning of this?"
>"Like I said earlier, I kinda missed you."
"I don't think that's reason to bother me when I'm about to go to sl-"
>You jut stop talking from pure bewilderment
>Vinyl is straddling you
>Those red eyes now have a particularly sultry look to them
>"I also think you should loosen up a bit more."
>She leans forward, getting her nuzzle right next to you ear
>"It helps creativity flow~."
"Vinyl, do you really think this is a good idea?"
>She leans back again
>Your faces are still pretty close though
>"Aw c'mon? Just this once? It'll be great, I promise!"
>Something about the way she's looking at you makes you want to say yes
>You don't even have time to politely refuse though
>Vinyl's started to lightly grind her hips back and forth on your lap, against yours
>"Come on, I know you'll like it!"
>You sigh
>There's no denying
>First of all, you probably can't get yourself out of this situation
>Secondly, she's had a few too many, and, though very little, there is alcohol in your system
>Thirdly, you really haven't been with a mare for quite some time, and you find yourself bothered with certain urges again lately
>Lastly, you'd be lying if you said Vinyl didn't have a good body
>A great body even, for her lifestyle
>You sigh
"At least... At least give me a little time and space to do it properly, not sitting up on the edge of my bed."
>That you can only scarcely practice doesn't mean you don't know how to please a mare
>Vinyl crawls off you
>Is she blushing?
>No, she couldn't be. But she did just make a little hoofpump, which she normally doesn't do when she's getting laid
>You're almost ashamed you know that
"On the covers or under?"
>You ask as you take off your collar
>You've already said yes, better make it a good performance
>"Leave that on!"
"Leave what on? The covers?"
>"No... The collar. And the tie. I can get my glasses too, if you want..."
>You hesistantly tie your collar and bow tie back up
>Is this some kind of fetish?
"Alright then. You can leave the glasses though."
>"Alright, thanks! And I'd like to do it on the covers, please."
>You nearly choke
>Please?
>From Vinyl?
>You resist the urge to pinch yourself
>You finish fastening your bow tie, and turn to face Vinyl
"Then, please lie down on your back."
>She lies down on your bed, on her back, hind legs spread
>"Like this?"
>What's she getting nervous for? She's probably done this a million times before!
>You smile your most charming smile as you crawl on top of her pearly white body
>"See? You're smiling already!"
>You can hear her voice tremble ever-so-slightly as she speaks
>Most ponies wouldn't have heard it
>But you wouldn't be a musician if you didn't have grade-A hearing
>you finally decide to ask it
"You seem nervous. Am I mistaken? I mean, you have a lot of experience on this matter."
>Her expression can only be described as 'busted'
>"Well, you see, most stallions just do me from behind... I've actually never done it face to face like this."
>So this is like a first?
>You surpress a smirk
"Then I'll make sure you'll remember it."
>You give her one last smile, before you move forward to make your lips connect
>She seems to reprociate just a tad too eagerly
>You wrap your front hooves around her body as you lock your lips with her
>You hear a tiny squirm escape Vinyl as she does the same
>You have to admit, she's good at this
>Between your tongues twisting around each other and her body moving under you in just the right way, you feel yourself getting hard already
>You finally decide to break the kiss
"Ready?"
>Vinyl's bright red eyes look up at you, down between your bodies, and up at you again
>You can't help but notice how much prettier she's become in the last minute
>Her grip around your shoulders tightens
>"Bring it."
>It doesn't sound as convincing without her trademark smirk, but you take that as a green light
>You shift your body over hers to get in the right position, before slowly pushing forward
>And inwards
>You hold back your moans as you make your way deeper and deeper into Vinyl's body
>In the process, she lets out a single moan
>It sounds light, almost filly-like in contrast to her normal voice
>You take it as a tiny victory
>You steady yourself on the bed as you get ready to start moving
>Vinyl wraps her hind legs around your lower back
>You've never had that done to you before
>You quite like it
>No time to think about what /you/ like
>You've got a mare to take to heaven
>You start moving yourself back and forth, slowly and deribelately
>But, most of all, passionately
>Vinyl's moaning and squirming under you already
>And this is just the start!
"How's this?"
>"Wow! It's so... different! Stallions just rut me and that's it, but this!"
>You allow yourself a smirk
>You can't help but feel a little smug whenever mares compliment your technique
>You keep going, gradually picking up the pace
>As your movements increase in intensity, so do Vinyl's moans
>But she isn't just lying there enjoying herself
>Oh no, she's doing her best to pleasure you back
>Her inner walls contract and clench around your shaft in just the right way and just the right moments
>You're having a hard time not losing yourself in pleasure
>Both your movements and her reactions are getting more erratic with every passing seconds
>And after what seems like hours, a finale finally arrives
>Vinyl throws her head back in please
>Her grip on your shoulders and your lower back tightens
>She cries out in estacy as her orgasm rides through her
>Sounds like she doesn't get a lot of those
>You finally let a low, pleasured grunt escape you
>All the stress you've been building up seems to flow out of your body as you cum deep inside Vinyl
>Yes, inside. Without protection
>Unicorns are their own contraception
>After you're done, you collapse
>Your tiredness gets back to you, andd you let yourself fall down next to Vinyl
>At this point, you expect your mare to either leave for their own chamber, ask you to head to yours, or take their side of the bed
>But Vinyl snuggles up to you
>"That was awesome, 'Tavius! I bet it's even the best ever!"
>She plants a kiss on your cheek
>"We should so do this again sometime!"
>Are you even sure you want to have that kind of relationship with her?
"I suppose so. It wouldn't be a punishment."
>Apparently you do
>Vinyl snuggles up against you even more
>"Octavius?"
>You wrap a hoof around her, only partly out of reflex
"Yes?"
>"Do you mind if I stay like this for the night? I really sorta missed you."
>You'd be amazed at how fast sleep is catching up with you, if you weren't half sleeping already
"Go ahead."
>"Thanks."
>You feel Vinyl's body settle against yours
>And before long, her breathing's become slow and stable
>You don't register that last part though
>You're the first to fall asleep