It was warm. Warm and soft. Vinyl snuggled deep into her cushion, enjoying the warmth it radiated and how it soothed her. That is, until she noticed that her cushion purred and moved. Blinking an eye open, Vinyl smiled as she saw that she had used Octavia's side as her cushion, and was deeply snuggled into her soft, grey fur.

She was about to snuggle back, to fall back asleep, as she caught a glance at the clock. Nearly six in the evening, she would be late to work.

“Oh damn!” she mumbled, groggily crawling off the couch.

“Where are you going?” Octavia asked sleepily.

Vinyl turned to give her a peck on her muzzle. “I'm sorry, I nearly forgot about work.”

“You said you had nothing to do!”

“Sorry, but you are kind of distracting,” Vinyl grinned.

“Oh, so this is somehow my fault?” Octavia asked with a grin.

“You’ve seen that flank,” Vinyl replied back.

“Well… it is a beautiful flank.”

“Got that right, but don’t worry, I’ll be back in a few hours, tops.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah,” the white mare replied and kissed her again. “I gotta go, I'm already late! You are a far too adorable, purring cushion.”

Before Octavia could realize what she meant, Vinyl bolted away and out of the apartment.

“You’re late,” Neon said as he greeted Vinyl when she rushed inside. “Sit down, we need to have a talk.”

“If you want to talk about Sassa, no. Tavi said we should go and it went wrong, so totally not my fault.”

Neon raised an eyebrow. “So you say it's your marefriend’s fault?”

“No! Of course not! Everything from the beginning on was on Sassa, it’s her fault!” Vinyl said in a growl.

“She told me otherwise, and Cloud Kicker confirmed her story.”

Vinyl's face lost its white coloring. “That sneaky bitch! Where is she?”

“Not here anymore. She quit.”

Vinyl scowled. “Fine. Fuck her. Fuck her and Cloud Kicker too! Who needs them.”

Neon sighed. “Things just got more complicated. I told you that we would be screwed if she quits. Vinyl, bring her back. And I'm not saying this as your friend, but as your boss.”

“No.”

“Pardon me?”

“I said no,” Vinyl glared. “If I have to choose between my work or Tavi, we both know what I’ll choose. Don't make the mistake and make me leave.”

“This mare really got into your head.”

“You say that like it's a bad thing,” Vinyl chuckled before getting serious again. “I love her, Neon. I love her with all of my heart and nothing that you or Sassaflash do will change that.”

“Vinyl, we can't run this without Sassaflash.”

“And what if I get us a new mare for the wiring?”

Neon chuckled. “If you can manage that before the next big show in four days, I'll promote you to my co-manager.”

“Deal!” Vinyl grinned.

“Alright. Now get your flank out there and prepare everything. Wiring should still be fine, so we're good for today.”

Vinyl snorted,” Alright, Boss. Let's see how this runs without an annoying lovebug in my flank.”

Neon just shook his head as Vinyl made her way outside his office and onto the stage to her set. True to Neon, everything seemed fine and completely set up. A quick test confirmed everything and she was ready to go.

“Like my work?”

Vinyl turned around to see Sassaflash fly up to her set. “What do you want? You quit!”

“Well, I'm giving you the opportunity to get me back. We both know this club is doomed without me here,” Sassa grinned.

“Heh, only in your imagination. We're getting a new mare for the wiring, so buzz off.”

“And if not? I'm giving you one last chance. I’ll come back, but under one condition.”

“That would be?” Vinyl asked.

“You take me back here and now. Leave that snob of an earth mare and come to my party again.”

“You really are mad. But I don’t care what you say, I'm not going to leave Tavi, ever.”

Sassaflash smiled, “We both know that earth pony isn’t enough to satisfy you. Come back to me and you get a world full of fun back.”

“Eh, with that you're wrong,” Vinyl grinned upon the thought what they had done earlier. “Ever combined love-sweets with hard sex? That's exactly what we did, now fuck off, Sassa.”

“You're lying,” the pegasus snorted uneasily.

“I'm not. The sweets were delicious, but Tavi was even more delicious.”

“Fuck you, Vi. The whole club will break down all due to your blindness,” Sassa scowled before turning and leaving. “I hope we never see each other again.”

Vinyl stood there, speechless. She wasn't sure what to say to that, so she just shook her head and continued to plan her set for that night.

She had no idea what the night would bring.

Octavia tried to fall asleep again, but it was to no use. Without Vinyl, she felt uncomfortable and cold. Not even the blanket managed to warm her up.

Am I that struck by her? She asked herself, just to get an immediate, honest answer from her heart that brought a smile to her muzzle. Yes I am.

The last few days had been unusual, crazy even. So much was unusual, completely foreign to her that she should've started to question her sanity, yet she didn't.

These days are some of the best of my life, I can’t believe somepony like Vinyl is showing me pure love. No matter how weird and sexuallly forward it seemed, Octavia had to admit that she was starting to like it.

She trusted and loved her silly, white mare with all of her heart.

Yawning, but still with that smile on her muzzle, Octavia made her way to the kitchen, trying to get herself awake. Vinyl had asked her out the last time, but now was her turn. She knew exactly where the club was and had a surprise formed in her head.

After setting up a can of coffee, the grey mare went to her room and looked at the closet. She had a few wonderful dresses that she barely wore, but there was one in particular that stole her attention.

It was still in its plastic cover, never used. The dress had been a gift from her mother all those years ago. She mused if it would even fit.

The dress was midnight blue and would match the darker streaks of Vinyl's mane. At the same time, it pronounced her grey coat and its lavender trims matched Octavia’s eyes.

In the past she had more than one reason to not wear it. It was too offensive for her liking, showing more of her coat then she'd have liked.

But things had changed, and for Vinyl, she would nearly do anything. Maybe everything, she mused in her mind.

She took the dress from her closet and removed the plastic before setting it on the bed. A few days ago she had started a new chapter of her life. This dress, this date would be the final seal on that part of her life.

I will be Vinyl’s forever, just like she will be mine.

“I hope you don’t want to wear this.”

Octavia turned to see Sassaflash standing in the door, a key in her right wings grip. “What are you doing here?!”

Sassaflash grinned. “I wanted to give Vi the key back. But since you’re here, I guess it’s time for a talk, mudhooves,”

“What did you just called me, you ruffian? Leave the apartment, right this instant!”

“Uh, no.”

“Do you want me to call in the guards?” Octavia asked.

“I got a key, so I didn’t break and enter,” the pegasus defended herself. “Just wanted to talk and make you understand one thing.”

“And what, prey tell, would that be?”

“Vinyl is no pony for love. I had to feel it, Spitfire too. You won’t make a difference. Sooner or later, she’ll throw you away.”

“You just want her back,” Octavia laughed silently. “You know what? I’m not listening to your fool plays. Leave, now. The moment we left your apartment your right to go in and out of this apartment ceased to exist.”

Sassaflash smiled. “Deny it however much you want. She’ll leave you. She’ll drop you like a worthless stone. Just think about it. You are just another quick fling in her bed like countless other mares. Just because you’re such a snobby, high class mare, doesn’t mean that she’ll treat you different. It’s all the same. Sweet whispered words, lovely kisses.”

If there was one pony Octavia ever wanted to hurt, it was that pegasus. Octavia knew she was telling lies, trying to keep her from Vinyl, to make her hate and leave her white unicorn. It was something that would never happen.

“You are such a pathetic mare. Try what you want, I’m not going to leave her.”

“Well, wrong answer. Deal with the consequences,” Sassaflash grinned. “Oh, and I’m keeping the key, you know. Just as a small safety.”

Octavia just stood speechless as the pegasus turned and left, closing the door loudly behind her. She’s not going to ruin this. Making her decision, she turned back to the dress. This will be our night, not hers.

Despite Sassaflash’s appearance, it was a smooth night for the club. Silver Wings had the orders to not let the pegasus in and report to Vinyl if he saw her.

The white mare was doing the set, waving to the crowd on the stage beneath her, pumping her head to the beat. Vinyl found herself back in her element, enjoying the bass, rhythm, and beat of the crowd, music, and club.

Every time she played, every time she was behind her station, Vinyl felt it. She felt the entire thing coursing through her bones. She was the conductor of the greatest, most complicated instrument in the entire world. She was the artist painting her masterpiece, a masterpiece she perfected over the years.

And tonight she was in full swing. The trials and tribulations of before were forgotten, she shut all that out and lost herself in the music, in the beat, in the lights, in everything. Well… almost, there was one thing she didn’t lose, it was the feeling in her heart.

Her heart soared, it floated on wings held up by none other than the love of her life, Octavia. Vinyl felt her entire body floating, her hooves moving on their own, her panting, her show taken to new heights that she had never dared dream of. Heights that she had never even considered possible. And despite all that, she knew it was only the tip of the iceberg to what she could achieve now. Her creativity had achieved a level that blew everything that came before out of the water.

She wasn’t even looking, she was simply acting, letting her hooves move the dials to where they belonged, her magic just found where it was supposed to go, where each of her three hundred controls simply needed to be and when they needed to be there. It came as natural as breathing to the mare.

As she moved, as the controls obeyed her will, it was almost as if VInyl could feel Octavia behind her, as if when she moved a hoof, Octavia move in tandem, guiding her actions. Tears fell from her eyes as the music’s tempo changed at just the right moment to just the right pitch.

The crowd moved along, dancing just when they were supposed to, cheering on cue. But how could they do anything else? They were simply another part of her instrument, and she was a master at work. Tears started falling from her face. They’d never know, but tonight was easily the greatest performance of her life.

And she had Octavia to thank for it. It was as if every action, every beat, every high note was coming from that mare. Octavia was the one lifting her up, Octavia was her muse.

The entire show almost came to a stop when Vinyl opened her eyes. In front of her, as if she simply belonged there, was that very mare. She couldn't believe that it was her Octavia. But that beautiful, grey coat and those lavender eyes she loved so much were enough evidence.

Her mare wore a midnight-blue dress with lavender trims that fit her perfectly. The cut, however, was something Vinyl would've never guessed. In it’s midnight blue, it hugged her sides and flank smoothingly, almost like it was a second skin upon the mare. However it was cut down her hind legs, allowing just the right about to show through as well as a good portion of her flank to be visible.

On a mare like Octavia, it screamed seductress and gave visual proof to the phrase, a mare on the streets, a freak in the sheets.

Only years of instinct stopped Vinyl from shutting down, from the show coming to an end and her doing nothing but ogling her marefriend.

The sight mostly helped her as she grabbed the main trim levers in her magic and pushed them all up at once, making the club shake with her beats. Octavia looked a bit shocked for a second, but that was as fast gone as it appeared. She soon bobbed her head to the beats, hooves shaking to the music Vinyl served her.

For Vinyl it was like a dream come true. Sure, she watched Octavia many times at her rehearsals and even some shows, but there was only a single time the refined mare was in her club.

And that was weeks ago, when she got wasted and thrown out.

All she could do was hope that Silver Wings and Neon wouldn’t recognize her, but those thoughts were quickly shoved away as she watched her marefriend enjoy herself. Vinyl locked eyes on Octavia. The mare winked a wink that would be more appropriate from herself than such a refined mare.

With a smile, Vinyl went back to work. They were in the middle of the refrain and she dove back into it with a furry unrestrained. Save, this time, the rest of the club disappeared, to Vinyl, she was no longer working the crowd, she was working Octavia.

She directed the beat along with Octavia’s hooves, directed it to flow in unison with her mare’s body. The result was something that Vinyl could only describe as an intimate dance. Vinyl played her mare with her music, and her mare responded with her whole body.

It was as if Vinyl’s hooves, her magic, were cords that directly controlled Octavia’s body. She controlled, the bass, the tempo, and in doing so moved her hooves to the left. A small adjustment to the trimble and she moved her to the right.

Had Vinyl had her way, that night would have never ended. In their dance, in watching her mare move, in playing her instrument, making her art, time had no meaning. Everything simply was. But, all things must come to an end and soon it was time to slow it down, to close the club. However, Vinyl had no thoughts of turning everything down. Instead, she grabbed her mare in her magic and lifted her up.

“Hey, everypony. Make some noise for my special mare here, Tavi,” she said into her microphone, pointing at a blushing Octavia.

The crowd cheered. What choice did they have? Octavia supposed she should have been embarrassed, but she wasn’t. It was almost natural, like that was what should have happened. Vinyl had commanded it after all, what choice did they have but to obey? And what choice did she have but to bask in it?

What happened after that was just a blur in their minds. Vinyl drove her beats back up, much to the pleasure of the crowd, and even, if she ever had to admit it, Octavia’s. They stretched the closing time of the club way into the morning before Neon came from his office to shut the power down, telling everypony he had no intention to get in trouble with the guards.

Not a soul lacked a smile. Vinyl’s was by far the biggest. No pony would know, but they had just seen a master at the top of her craft, a true artist at work, and they had all been a part of it. As the ponies walked out of the club, they were all smiling and laughing. Several found a new special sompony, and none could believe how late into the night it was.

Although a plethora of congratulations, thanks, and cheers were directed her way, to Vinyl, they might as well have saved their breath. She heard none of them, she saw none of them. For all she could concentrate on, the only thing that existed in her world, was Octavia, the very mare that had surprised her, that had come to see her, that she had loved.

When there was enough room, Vinyl walked out from behind her DJ station, she bee-lined it straight for Octavia.

“Vinyl, that was—”

Octavia never had a chance in Tartarus of finishing that sentence. Vinyl’s lips pressed against her and she poured herself into the mare’s mouth. Vinyl wanted to give her everything she was, her very soul at that moment, in that one kiss.

Octavia found herself breathless. Her body forgot how to breath through her nose, but it didn’t matter, for, in that one moment, she didn’t need air, water, food, or anything else. Vinyl was all she needed. The mare was giving her everything of substance, everything that mattered in life, and on that she could survive for an entirely.

The club was empty by the time they broke apart. Vinyl pulled her head back, sweat dripping off her brow from the long epic night and even awesomer kiss.

“Vinyl…”

“I love you, Tavi.”

“I love you too, Vi.”

Author's Notes:

There it is
Whew, that was close to being late