>Warm, low tones fill the room as the bow in your hoof softly glides over the cello's strings
>It'moments like these you live for
>A most perfect execution of a single cello version of Beethooven's Fourth
>Even if there isn't anypony to enjoy it
>You are Octavius
>Your moment of bliss is cut a little short however
>The familiar sound of the front door key rattling in the lock try to interrupt your recital
>She's home
>You've lived with her for... a long time now, and she knows what she thinks of your cello pieces
>"Octavius! I'm home!"
>You carefully move your bow away from the strings
>Damaging your cello's the last thing you'd want to do
"Welcome home Vinyl. Did you bring milk?"
>"Milk? Uhh... I bought chocolate milk, which is kinda the same- oh hey! I did buy milk! Lucky!"
>You gracefully, respectfully almost, put your cello back on its standard
>You hear the sound of hooves behind you
>"Oh? You were playing cello again? Which one? Back?"
>She always guesses Bach
>It's the only composer she knows, and she doesn't even know his name properly
"Bach."
>"Called it!"
"Actually, I was just correcting you. You said Back, but it's Bach. I was playing Beethooven's Fourth."
>Vinyl tilts her head, and puts the shopping bag down
>"Oh? Let's hear?"
>A few weeks ago, a statement like this would've phased you
>But you've been getting closer lately
>After you arrived home from your Crystal Empire orchestra tour roughly two weeks ago, you two...
>You and Vinyl had sex
>The morning after, you were slightly anxious thing's be awkward between you
>But they weren't
>Never became even the slightest bit awkward
>If anything, you became closer
>The fact you did it three more times over the course of those two weeks probably helped
>She dan't even brought in any other stallions in that time
>Vinyl had become more interested in your music
>To the point where'd she'd ask you what you were playing, and sometimes she'd even ask you to play it for her
>She'd always get bored within a minute, but you appreciate the gesture and seemingly genuine interest nonetheless
>And you have to admit, you have been listening to Vinyl's creation more closely lately
>Not out of appreciation, but out of interest
>And, to your own surprise, you are beginning to see why other ponies might like it
>There's all sort of underlying shifts and changes, progressions and alterations that you had never noticed before
>You'd sometimes even ask what she was 'building' as she called, and occasionally you'd ask her to play some of it for you
>You always regretted your decision within a minute, but she seems to appreciate the gesture
>But, as I wrote a few lines back, her question didn't phase you now
"I'm not sure you'd like it, it is a very slow and sleepy piece. It's akin to a lullaby, if a little more grand."
>"Aww... But I guess you're right. Some other time?"
>With that, she picks the bag of groceries back up, and heads into the kitchen
>"Godda puff dese awaw firf"
>Since you're done practicing anyway, you decide to help Vinyl out
>She's already with her head in the fridge, making room for some of the newly bought wares
>She must've heard you though
>"Ah, thanks for helping me out! It's always such a chore!"
>You don't reply
>You'd rather start helping out
>As you start putting various items of food in their respective cupboards and cabinets, you notice something
"Vinyl? Why didn't you buy anything for dinner. You never forget dinner."
>She retreats from the fridge, smiling sheepishly
>"About that... Acting on it beforehoof might not be the best idea but... Wanna eat out tonight?"
>She tries to bring it as casually as possible, but you can't help but notice she's fidgeting just a little bit
"Well, since there's nothing to eat, I guess we'll have to. But I'm making it sound worse than it is that way."
>You grant Vinyl is smile
"Sounds fun."
>Vinyl smiles widely at your answer
>"Awesome! There's this pizza joint downtown, real cool place, quick serve, smooth jazz."
>That's really all you need to know
"Pizza joint..?"
>"Well, the front says pizzaria, but they also sell a good deal of pastas and the like."
"Alright, that sounds ni-"
>"And it's not really a 'joint'. More of a 'place', really."
"Yes, thank you. As I was trying to say, it sounds nice. Let's go there."
>"Awesome!"
>She happily trots out of the kitchen, leaving you with a little under half a bag of groceries to put away
>She wasn't even done with the fridge
 
>Later that evening, you find yourself in a remarkably tasteful pizzaria
>The place is nearly empty
>You like that
>The only other customers are an old stallion eating alone, and a lovely pair of yellow ponies
>The sight got you in the mood for Prench quisine for some reason, but only for a split-second
>A far more pleasant sight is sitting across form you
>To your surprise, Vinyl had left her glasses at home, and she even took the effort to style her mane
>It was still frizzled, but much less so
>Still, you can't say you didn't put on your best bow tie for the evening
>And you even went over your mane-do one last time before leaving, something you normally only do for concerts and recitals
>You had already placed your orders a few minutes ago
>Pizza Quatro Stagione for Vinyl, and Penne Napolitane for you, with a single glass of white wine to go with it for each of you
>And now, you are waiting
>Waiting, and idly chatting
>She's telling you one of the various stories on how she stumbled into one night club or another, and how then somepony recognized her
>But you're barely listening
>Of course, you're trying to
>It'd be very rude not to
>But something about the way the candlelight illuminates her face, the way her mane falls down over her shoulders, the way her eyes twinkle with excitemnt as she speaks...
"Um, Vinyl?"
>"So then the gryphon said, "That's not my wife, tha- Yes?"
"Sorry for interrupting you, but... I just wanted ti say how lovely you look tonight."
>She places a hoof on her chest, and smiles at you
>It's hard to tell in candlelight, but she might be blushing
>"Thanks... You too. Well, not lovely of course, but, y'know, handsome 'n' stuff..."
>You return her smile
"I'm only trying to return the favor."
>Vinyl appears flattered once again
>She's just about to say something, when the food arrives
>All your further attempts at small talk are quickly dismissed
>Pizza is here
>You figure you'd better eat your meal before it cools too much
>It's highly enjoyable
>A little softer than you'd liked it, but seasoned to perfection
>By the time you're halfway through your plate, Vinyl's already finshed her pizza
>A remarkably larger dish, should be mentioned
>She's about to wipe her mouth on the tablecloth, when she remembers something
>You can nearly see the bulb above her head
>"Say, Ocatavius, when, um, when exactly was your birthday again? Somehwere in fall, right?"
>You quickly clean your mouth on your napkin before answering
"Actually, it's tomorrow."
>This happens every year
>But you don't mind
>Vinyl's just a little scatter-brained
>Sooner or later, a birthday present'll come your way
>Vinyl gasps, and drops the tablecloth's edge from her magical grasp
>"Tomorrow? Seriously? You shoulda told me, I would've had the time to come up with something!"
>This happens some years
>But never so strong
"Don't worry ,Vinyl. You always come up with something."
>You resume eating, you don't want to make Vinyl wait on you
>She smiles and giggles nervously for a while
>But then, her face lights up
>Second lightbulb
>"Oh yes, I'd say I can think of something."
>That... was quick
>Your conversation quickly returns to idle talk as you finish the rest of your dinner
>You both settle on no dessert
>Kind of unlike Vinyl, but she did eat an entire pizza in record time
>Ignoring Vinyl's protests, you pay the full bill, tip included
>And you're back outside the restaurant before you know it, standing next to each other in the cool night air
>You're about to ask for a light when Vinyl lights her horn up
>It provides a cozy little light for you, but you have to stay close to her to enjoy it
>Not that you mind
"You know, you were really quick on thinking of something for my birthday. I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise, but I'm getting a little curious."
>A fiendish glimmer flashes through Vinyl's eyes
>"Well, you know, when we do it, you always go up top and do everything?"
"Vinyl! Not on the streets!"
>"Yeah, whatever. I just thought I'd take that role for once, and let you enjoy."
>You really don't want to talk about this in public
>But on the other hoof, there's literally nopony around
"Well, since making you endure my lust is selfish enough on its own, I thought It'd be best to let you lie back and enjoy."
>"Well, I like that, oh boy I do, but I wanna 'repay' you for it, y'know?"
>You're passing by the town hall this moment
>Vinyl takes the opportunity to check the time
>"Oh! Half past one! You can cash in tonight already!"
>You aren't sure how to respond to that
>Not to mention there are a few ponies wandering the streets here
>Vinyl bumps her flank into yours, giving a playing wink
>"Let me warn you though, I give a mean blowjob!"
>She can barely hold back her laughter as she makes the old tongue-in-cheek-hoofshake-gesture, ingonring the pony that might be looking at your from across the square
>You decide not to look his/her way, and just make your way home as quickly as possible in this situation
>Vinyl does notice you're in a bit af a hurry though
>"I never too you for such a woodwolf, 'Tavius!"
>She giggles
>You're getting a little flustered by now, and you slow down
>You spend the rest of your walk home in silence broken only by the sound of your hooves
>And Vinyl's occasional snicker
 
>Soon, you arrive home
>You take your keys out of your secret collar pocket, and open the door to let Vinyl in
>She steps inside with a near-ladylike grace
>Except for the giggles
>You close the door behind you after you step inside yourself
"I had a very fun night with you Vinyl. Possibly the most fun I've had with you as of yet."
>Vinyl quickly realizes she's staring at you, and shakes herself out of it
"Y-yeah... Yeah. Me too! Wait just a second, I need to go get something."
>She quickly dashes into the kitchen
>Very soon after, you hear the sounds of the fridge door, bottle touching each other, and a beer cap popping off
"Vinyl, what are you doing?"
>You walk into the kitchen just in time to see her slam an empty beer bottle on the counter
>"Perfect."
>With that, she walks up to you
>She doesn't even show the slightest doubt or hesitation as she kisses you
>A long, deep kiss
>Your first outside of the bedroom, actually
>After a while, she breaks the kiss, only to reward you with the bedroomest eyes you have ever seen
>She doesn't even say anything
>She just licks her lips, before leaving for you bedroom
>You wonder wether you should follow her for no more than five seconds
>In your room, you're greeted by the sight of Vinyl lying on your bed, on her side
>She softly pats the bed
>"Come, lie down. I'll handle the rest~."
>You don't need to be told twice
>Your body is practically moving on its own by now
>The only other time you ever deviated from your 'normal routine', was when a mare, high above you on the social ladder, had requested you'd preform oral on her
>So yeah, this is a welcome change
>You do as you're told, lying down on your back
>Your pride has nowhere to hide now
>Vinyl gets off your bed now, to assume a new position
>She sits down on your bed, her head lying rigt between your hind legs
>The very pose alone is enough to have your bursting with energy within seconds
>"Eager, I like that."
>Vinyl grins, and grabs your already rock-hard shaft, immediately treating you to a slow stroking
>You lay your head back and close your eyes in order to enjoy this to the fullest
>Your eyes jump open wide again, as you feel something soft, warm and wet wrap around the tip
>Like sex, but not entirely like it
>You look down to see what the hell it is Vinyl's doing
>She's got her lips wrapped neatly around the tip - well, a little more than the tip now - and she's slowly bobbing her head up and down
>Not even stopping a second, she makes eye contact with you, and she winks while speeding up just a bit
>The sensation of receiving head, however, is completely new to you
>You can barely hold back your moaning
>In fact, you can not hold it back
>A low, pleasured groan boils up from your throat
>If anything, Vinyl seems amused by the sound
>She looks up at you and smiles, for so far as that's possible with her mouth filled
>Her horn lights up, and a light blue ring of pure magic appears around your base
>You don't know how, but it starts spreading waves of pleasure through your body from there
>The new sensation, combined with Vinyl still giving head, completely overwhelms you
"Vinyl... I'm... I'm coming close..."
>You never quite know how to word that
>With a small "pop", Vinyl pulls her head off your shaft
>"Good. Now for the main event."
>Your dick is standing upright, hard as diamonds, lightly throbbing even
>Vinyl takes on the sight for a few seconds, before standing up
>Before you know it, she's positioned herself right above you, your tip only just touching her lips
>"Ready?"
>The question makes you avert your gaze from the near-connection of your bodies to her face
>Her eyes are darting back and forth between where you were looking just now and your own eyes
>She's softly biting her lower lip as well
>You look deep in here eyes, and nod
"I'm ready."
>You don't need to tell her twice
>She starts lowering her hips
>She tries to hold her composure as she slides herself down on your length, but she lets out her first moan before she's even halfway
>The light, cute sound is music in your ears every time
>As soon as your hips meet, she lifts hers up again
>And down
>And up
>And down
>You have to admit, this change of position makes the same act feel completely different
>Almost out of instinct, you rest your hooves on Vinyl's flanks
>You open your mouth to say something, but you're at a loss for words
>Keeping her rhythm, Vinyl softly lays a hoof on your mouth
>"Don't say a word, just enjoy!"
>As expected of a DJ, she keeps a very steady pace
>The sensation is out of this world
>Before long, you barely even notice your surroundings
>Your mind is almost entirely taken up by the constant flow of pleasure
>You even almost don't notice when you start pushing Vinyl's hips down in her rhythm
>Or when you start thrusting up to meet her hips
>By now, she's moaning as if her life depends on it
>Even more so than normally
>Her's voice is barely enough to pull you back down to Equestria
>But you manage to listen, as she talks to you between huffs and moans
>"Is it me, or... Are you lasting... even longer than... normal?"
>As if on cue, you feel a familiar pressure build up inside you
"A-actually..."
>She gets the message
>She tries to put on a smug grin
>"G-go on... Birthday colt..."
>She starts moving her rump up and down even faster, and she even applies that magic trick
>You try to hold out as long as possible
>A mare should always, always go first
>But, quicker than you'd hoped, bliss arrives
>At the same time you as start shooting out inside Vinyl, she slams her hips down to keep them there
>She throws her head back, and cries out in pure orgasmic pleasure
>You give Vinyl all you have, but after what seems like minutes to you, you finally calm down
>Vinyl slumps down on top of you, breathing even heavier than you
>She still manages to find the strength to snuggle up to you
>"Wow, 'Tavius, that's gotta be top three at least!"
>You grin, incapable of speech for the time being, and wrap a hoof around her
>"Who am I kidding, top one!"
>She quickly kisses you on your cheek
>Then, she kisses you on the lips, taking a little more time in doing so
>"Octavius?"
>She snuggles up against you even more
"Yes?"
>"Can I stay again tonight?"
>You don't even need a reason anymore
"Of course."
>"Thanks"
>You feel Vinyl's body settle against yours
>You find a comfortable position yourself
>And before long, your breathing's become slow and stable
>Vinyl doesn't register that last part anymore though
>She's the first to fall asleep