Light penetrated her eyes, making Vinyl stir in her sleep. It was so comfortable, she didn’t want to get up yet; maybe never again. Not with the warm feeling of her marefriend laying on her coat.

It was no use though, some things have to happen regardless of our personal feelings about them.

After several minutes of trying to hide her eyes from the sunlight, Vinyl was forced to give up and blink her eyes open, her gaze immediately fell upon the resting Octavia. It was like a spell cast a smile upon her muzzle with how the grey earth pony laid over her, hooves stretched wide and her head deeply pressed into Vinyl’s chest. Vinyl could die right there and she’d die a happy mare.

Vinyl had no idea how long she laid there, watching Octavia breath peacefully, and she didn’t care either. For her, it could’ve been hours, or even days. But in reality, it was only a few minutes before the grey mare started to stir and slowly opened her eyes.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Vinyl gently said, earning a smile from the mare.

“Good morning to you too,” Octavia replied, slowly crawling up to nuzzle and kiss her marefriend.

Vinyl giggled. “Mhh, now that’s what I call a good morning.”

Octavia just blushed. “Thank you.”

“For?”

“Last night. Thank you for not pushing me. I… I can’t tell you how much that means to me,” Octavia whispered before leaning in for another kiss.

“For you, anything,” Vinyl smiled as they broke. “I don’t want to rush things and lose you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, I love you so much.”

The blush on Octavia’s cheeks deepened. “Do you… well… do you think that we could, uhm…”

“Just spill it.” Vinyl chuckled, enjoying the cute expression of her marefriend as she stuttered for words.

Octavia huffed before looking her straight into the eyes, “Do you think we can… continue our journey tonight?” She asked, almost wincing as her voice dripped of unsureness.

Vinyl smiled and gently cupped Octavia’s muzzle with her hooves. “Don’t be scared. Of course we can, we could continue now if you wanted,” Vinyl said playfully before getting serious. “We’ll do whatever you want whenever you want.”

“I love you,” Octavia smiled.

“I love you too, my Tavi,” Vinyl whispered back before pulling her into a long and deep kiss.

The unicorn put every bit of passion she had into the kiss, and Octavia answered in kind. Even making Vinyl blink in surprise as a tongue gently asked for permission. It took Vinyl only a second to respond, allowing the soft, wet appendage to invade her mouth, answering with her own tongue immediately. It was a heated battle, but in the end, Octavia won. Vinyl could’ve outlasted her with experience, but she didn’t want to do anything of the sort.

Octavia cooed softly. For her, the kiss ended way too soon, but she didn’t say anything as their tongues and lips separated.

“With you at my side with a few of those kisses a day, I’m the happiest mare alive,” Vinyl giggled.

“I think we can arrange that,” Octavia replied, blushing again.

“Do you have any appointments today?”

“You should learn my weekly schedule, Vi!” Octavia teased her before giggling. “No, I’m free today.”

“Mhh, so you’re all mine today,” Vinyl purred back.

“So are you.”

“How about I treat you to dinner today?”

“Really?” Octavia asked with wide eyes.

“Sure, Tavi! And I swear it won’t be a bar or club this time,” Vinyl laughed.

Octavia smiled, then blushed once more. “That actually sounds wonderful, but I want to spend more time like this.”

“You know that once we start cuddling time, we won’t make it to our date?”

“That does not sound as bad as I thought it would…”

“Mhh I love that cute and shy, but kinky side on you, Tavi,” Vinyl purred.

“Kinky? I do not have a kinky side,” Octavia protested.

Vinyl just smiled.

“I do NOT have a kinky side! That’s just for… perverted ponies.”

Vinyl’s smile increased even more. “Octavia, all ponies have kinks; that doesn’t mean their perverted. I have mine and, while we may not know yours, yet, you have yours too. Kinks aren’t a bad thing, they’re things you enjoy that others might find strange, they’re part of what makes you unique.”

“Kinks are all about whips and chains!”

“No they’re not, kinks are just things that you like. Like some ponies might really enjoy hooves more than others, some may enjoy sensual licks or even feathers on their coat.”

“That… that doesn’t sound horrible at all,” Octavia admitted.

“Oh? So you have a feather kink, interesting.”

“Vinyl!” Octavia shouted as she pushed the unicorn over to her side. For her part Vinyl just started laughing as Octavia got to her hooves and stood over her. “Kinks huh? I’ll show you kinks!” At that she began tickling the white unicorn’s soft underbelly.

“Ha!” Vinyl laughed and giggled, giving Octavia nothing more than a token resistance to the tickle torture until it got to the point where the earth pony had both her front hooves to either side of Vinyl’s barrel. When that moment was reached, Vinyl sprung up and wrapped her hooves around Octavia, pulling her down for a long passionate kiss.

When they finally broke apart, Octavia was staring down into Vinyl’s ruby eyes. She gazed longingly into the sight hidden from most by the glasses she normally wore. It was as if those eyes were just for her, they were her special present that only she got to see. “So, what are your kinks my love?” Octavia asked, more than a little curious.

Vinyl smiled and reached a hoof up to rub the side of Octavia’s head, she reached up and kissed her once on the lips before saying, “I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you everything, one day, but not today. Let’s wait on that until we’re a little further along in our relationship, okay?”

“Okay,” Octavia said with a grin before her grin scrunched up into a look of gisgust.

“What’s wrong?” Vinyl asked.

“You… we stink.”

Vinyl looked at her strangely before catching a sniff of the room. Octavia had been wrong about one thing. Sure, ‘they’ indeed did stink, but it wasn’t just them, it was the very room that stunk. Or more precisely, the bed, sheets, and them. They all smelled like sex.

She didn’t exactly mind, but for someone like Octavia, she could see the issue.

“Sacrifices of a night of some delicious, hot love,” Vinyl giggled.

“Yeah, well, we need to clean up.”

“The after is never quite as fun as the during,” Vinyl mumbled as Octavia jumped off the bed.

“You get the laundry started and I’ll run us a nice hot bath.”

Vinyl’s ears perked up at that. “Come again?”

“Don’t even start to think about any funny business,” Octavia smiled and swung her tail, letting it gently brush along Vinyl’s coat. “That comes tonight.”

“Yeah, why in all of Equestria would I ever think that.” Vinyl was salivating at the sight of Octavia walking away from her, the bounce in her step, the swing in her tail, and that gorgeous-gorgeous flank.

“Oh, hush and strip the bed already. Those sheets and blankets need to be washed.” Octavia replied as she disappeared into the bathroom.

It wasn’t the first time Vinyl had done the ‘flight of the bumblee’ before to get the sheets changed, although it was the first time she had done it for this reason. Normally it was right before she took a pony to bed, this time it was after so she could join a pony in the tub.

She jumped off the bed and concentrated her magic on the sheets, blankets, and pillows. With a quick effort from her will, the bed was stripped and the offending cloth was fully gathered. She carried them into the laundry room and dumped them into the washing machine. A quick addition of soap later and it was ready to start. Something they’d wait on until after the shower.

She grabbed new linen and carried it into the bedroom. Making the bed proved just as easy; in two minutes flat she had changed out everything and was all but trotting into the bathroom.

Arriving, first thing, her jaw dropped and crashed into the floor. Her mare, her beautiful grey mare was sitting in the tub, her mane laying wet over one side. Vinyl couldn’t think of anything sexier that she’d ever seen.

“Are you going to just stand there and look until I drag your flank into this tub, or are you coming?” Octavia asked teasingly.

“I...I…” Vinyl stuttered, just to shut her muzzle as Octavia cocked her head, blinking her beautiful lavender eyes.

“The view might be good, but living it would be better, no?” Octavia asked.

Okay, that’s pretty good logic right there, Vinyl thought as she trotted to the tub. She looked in as Octavia gestured that she wanted to hold Vinyl, and while personally she’d have preferred to be in the back and hold Octavia, she knew that if that had been the case, there would be a lot of funny business to say the least. Reluctantly she got in front of her mare instead.

The water was hot, near scalding hot. She hissed as she got put one hoof at a time. When she was standing in the tub she sat down on her flank, facing away from Octavia and started to lean back.

Octavia couldn’t take it anymore, she grasped Vinyl by the sides and pulled her all the way down to her. “Ahh, Tavi, that’s hot!”

“I know I am,” Octavia said coolly.

“Who knew the refined mare could act like that?” Vinyl giggled.

“Maybe you opened my eyes?” She blushed back. “Or maybe I did not want to wait any longer to hold you like this?”

To Vinyl, the temperature in the room increased by a few degrees at those last words. She felt herself blush, and then relax into the grey mare’s grip.

Octavia wrapped her hooves around Vinyl’s shoulders, letting them come to rest on her chest as she pulled the mare slightly closer to her. Vinyl rested the back of her head against Octavia’s chest. She looked up and gazed lovingly into Octavia’s eyes.

Octavia kissed the top of Vinyl’s horn, an action that sent electric thrills shooting through the white unicorn mare. An action that went unnoticed by the earth pony.

“This is nice,” Octavia said as she simply laid back and held her mare in a hot bath tub.

“You could say that again, and then one more time after that,” Vinyl replied with a chuckle.

“This is nice. This is nice. This is nice,” Octavia repeated herself over and over, each sentence accompanied by a kiss upon Vinyl’s horn.

“T-Tavi, that’s not a good idea…” Vinyl objected weekly.

“Why?”

“Uhm… remember about my kinks? Please… not my horn,” Vinyl blushed madly.

“Oh it bugs you?”

“‘Bugs’ is not the word I’d use.”

“It—oh, OH.”

“Yeah,” Vinyl said with a sheepish smile.

“It’s sensitive for you?” Octavia asked, torn between learning something new and the fact that she was arousing her partner. Not that the latter was necessarily a bad thing.

“Yeah, they’re kinda sensitive, it’s a unicorn thing.”

“I am sorry then.”

“You don’t have to be. You’re my marefriend after all, and now you know it,” Vinyl chuckled.

Octavia squeezed her tighter in her hooves, but her eyes didn’t turn away from the protruding object at the top of Vinyl’s head. She breathed in deep and exhaled, slowly, from her lips, pursed into a small circle so as to direct her breath across the horn.

Vinyl shivered in her grip, but said nothing, thinking it was just a mistake by the mare.

It was anything but; something that became obvious when Vinyl felt another kiss on the tip of her horn. “Hey, Tavi what are yo—”

“You said I am your marefriend, right?”

“Well, yeah.”

“So let me treat you like one. After last night, I kind of want to repay the favor.”

“You know you don’t owe me for that,” Vinyl replied.

“I know, consider this me doing something fun just for you.”

“Well, can’t argue with that, but, be careful, like I said, it’s sensitive, for good and bad.”

“Noted,” Octavia replied as she lightly kissed her horn again.

Vinyl cooed in pleasure as the actions sent shocks of endorphins running through her brain.

Octavia felt her tense up, she heard her coos of pleasure, and she felt good at known that her actions had caused her marefriend such pleasure. She did it again, and again, growing more bold with each and every lick and touch.

Vinyl found herself in seventh heaven, something that only increased when Octavia’s tongue joined the ministrations of her lips.

“F-Fuck, Tavi… Only weeks ago you were prudish and against me… now this. Am I dreaming?” Vinyl moaned silently.

At those words Octavia squeezed her even tighter and licked fromt the base of Vinyl’s horn all the way to the very tip, causing the mare to squeal in pleasure at her actions. “If you are, I’m right there with you, and I hope we never wake up from it.”

“Ditto,” Vinyl managed between deep breaths. She felt hotter than she had in her life and she knew that it had nothing to do with the hot water they were sitting in.

Octavia blew across Vinyl’s horn, watching in fascination as her saliva trailed across it. She knew that had it been skin and not bone, it would’ve left goosebumps in it’s wake.

“Oh-my-Celestia, that feels amazing!” Vinyl cooed in appreciation. Her hind hooves locked up as she felt a shot of pleasure shoot across her marehood in response.

That was all Octavia needed. At those words she took the tip of the horn in between her lips and started to suckle. She started off with just the tip, getting used to having a strange object in her mouth as she worked it over with her tongue. In terms of taste, it had a coppery taste that was neither good or bad, just strange. But the more she went to work on it, the more she found a secondary flavor that she just couldn’t place.

Vinyl’s eyes rolled back into her head as soon as Octavia’s mouth went around her horn. The mare had no skill, that much was obvious. But the simple fact that it was Octavia made this one of the best experiences in Vinyl’s life.

As Octavia’s muzzle sunk down around the horn, Vinyl’s hoof shot to her clit, something that all but demanded her attention right now.

When Octavia’s muzzle reached the bottom of the horn, Vinyl shouted, “Fuck! Right there, yes!”

At that she felt Vinyl’s body tense up as her orgasm hit, hard. Octavia was also rewarded with that other, strange taste shot into the back of her throat. She didn’t know it, but upon Vinyl’s release, she had shot off a small amount of raw magic.

Octavia found she liked the taste, a lot, but after licking for just a little bit longer, she found there was simply no more to be had. Sighing, she gave up and pulled back off the horn.

Vinyl just lay in her hooves, panting, her own front hoof still buried between her hind legs.

“Did you like that?” Octavia asked.

Vinyl chuckled. “If I had any energy right now, I’d jump on you and return the favor a million times over.”

Octavia was about to protest against such a crude statement, but, she found that the thought excited her more than it offended her. For now, she simply squeezed Vinyl one more time before reaching for the shampoo.

“We should get ourselves… more presentable, don’t you agree? For the rest… there is more time later,” Octavia smiled before winking. “And… about me being a prude and refined mare. Let’s say that my behaviour is… more trained by my father than it is natural behaviour. And I will show you how kinky I can get every single day anew.”

“How is it possible?” Vinyl asked as she glanced up as Octavia started to run more shampoo through her mane.

“How’s what possible?” Octavia asked.

“That I love you even more each day?”

The grey mare chuckled. “I don’t know, Vi. But I feel that we just started our journey.”

Vinyl turned away as Octavia washed her mane for her, the grey mare even cupped water in her hooves to help rinse out some of the mess. However, her expression turned to worry and then anxiety as Octavia went to work on her. Something that did not go unnoticed by the earth pony.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m just… nothing.”

“What is it?” Octavia asked.

“Well, normally at this point in my relationships, I end up doing something to screw it up. I’m just worried I’ll do that here too.”

“Why would you screw it up?”

“I don’t know, because I’m a buck up?”

“Vi, you’re not a buck up.”

“Then… I don’t know.”

“Maybe… maybe because you don’t think you deserve to be happy?”

“Huh?”

“Maybe it’s because you feel you do not deserve somepony special?”

“W—maybe.”

“So you try not to hurt them and just hurt yourself instead?”

“I-I guess?”

“But you do hurt them, don't you?”

“You mean…“

Octavia nodded. “You can’t get away from me simply by making yourself feel worse, Vi. If you try I’ll feel just as bad, worse even, that you’re trying to punish yourself. Ask yourself if your actions are truly selfless by punishing just you, if you can just punish yourself. I think you already know the answer.”

“That makes my head hurt.” Vinyl replied.

“Vi, listen. You… you deserve me. All of this. I know that you had a lot of… relationships and I know that your life wasn’t always easy. What I don’t know is what happened after the school in detail. I lost a good friend at that time. You left me without a word. I may not know everything and, by Celestia, I definitely don’t understand everything, but please let me be here for you.”

“You mean it?”

“Of course I do,” Octavia smiled. “And once we’re both ready, we will talk about everything that happened and why we lost each other… why we forgot each other. And maybe we can forgive each other, and, more importantly, ourselves.”

Vinyl said nothing, she merely sat back and contemplated those words. It was a… strange experience for the mare to say the least, something she felt woefully out of her depth doing, but she felt like it was important. Like this was something she needed to do, regardless of how hard it was.

She became so lost in thought that Octavia had time to finish washing her mane as well as her own before patting Vinyl on the side. “Alright, let’s get out of her and dry off.

Vinyl blinked, twice. “Huh?”

“We are clean, Vinyl.”

The white mare was about to pout, or say something along the lines of, ‘we’ve been soaking in a cum filled bath for Celestia knows how long, I doubt clean really qualifies,’ but she bit her tongue. Besides, however nice it had been, the water was actually starting to grow a little cold.

And knowing that Octavia’s coat had been bathed in a tub she had cum in added a certain level of excitement as well.

So, with some reluctance, Vinyl got out of the tub. She reached a hoof down to help Octavia out as well. “So, how long until our date?” Vinyl asked.

“I’m pretty hungry and I don’t want you to cook all the time. How about we eat lunch at a restaurant and call it our date?” Octavia suggested.

“Well, I know that we wanted to do something romantic, but if we go to the club it’s free, and there wouldn’t even be other ponies around, it’d just be you and me, and those setting up for the night of course.”

“Could you play some music, just for me?” Octavia asked.

“Only if you do the same for me at some time,” Vinyl smiled back.

The grey mare blushed slightly. “Vi, every time you are at my rehearsals or concerts, I do exactly that. I play just for you.”

“So that’s like… always?”

“Always,” Octavia replied with a kiss.

Vinyl started to frown. “What’s wrong now?” Octavia asked.

“Now I feel bad about falling asleep again.”

“Not as bad as I feel for most of the time fleeing out of the club at some of your… more heavy sets I think you call them,” Octavia laughed.

Vinyl rubbed her wet coat against Octavia’s as she levitated over towels for them to use. The grey mare smiled and caught hers in her hooves. “Forgive and forget?” Vinyl asked as she started to dry herself off.

“Nothing to forgive, Vinyl. And I don’t want to forget a single moment with you.”

Again, Vinyl found herself smiling like an idiot without a single thing to say. In truth there was simply nothing to say. The moment was, for lack of a better term: perfect. She had the best marefriend in the world in the same bathroom with her. They had just had a rather intimate encounter that had felt better than some full blown sex she’d had in her life, with a wonderful promise that things were only going to get better from here. What more could a mare ask for?

If Octavia felt any differently she gave no sign, the mare simply finished drying herself off, blushing every time her eyes would lock on Vinyl’s, or her horn for that matter. She didn’t know why, but she had enjoyed that act more than she cared to admit. There would definitely be encores of that later.

Together, the two tossed their towels into the basket and walked side by side out the door, out of the house, and to the club. Both were more than content with how things are, although both of their stomachs were growling, reminding them that they were not.

As supposed, the club was completely empty, and Vinyl’s keys opened them every door as they pleased.

“We have to search a bit. I doubt chips and crackers sound good for lunch,” Vinyl giggled after taking a look at the bar.

“Don’t you also serve smaller, warm things?”

“Well, we have fries, some small salads and a wide range of potatoes with different toppings,” Vinyl counted the inventory down.

Octavia smiled “Potatoes and salad?”

“Potatoes and salads it is,” Vinyl chuckled. “In the end I still cook, ha!”

“Oh, we can—”

“It’s fine, I like cooking for the mare I love.”

“Vinyl,” Octavia cooed slightly.

“Why don’t you go look for some music you’d like to go with lunch. I’ll get the food ready.”

“Okay.”

“It’s over there,” Vinyl pointed as she walked over to the kitchen.

Octavia smiled as she watched Vinyl walk away. She turned and headed to the DJ booth. It hadn’t been her first time seeing one, but it was going to be her first time behind one.

As she got to the station, she started to look around at all the different records in their spots below the booth. She resisted the temptation to shudder as names like ‘Nicklebuck’, and ‘Stallion Park’ shot by her eyes. It took some searching, it took a lot of searching, but in the end she found one that she liked.

“Find one yet?” A voice asked from across the way.

“Yep, this one,” Octavia replied, holding up the record.

Vinyl smiled as—even from a distance—she took the record in her magic, pulled it out of it’s case, placed it on the turntable, and flipped the necessary switches to get it started.

“Hope you do not mind, it is a bit more my taste then yours,” Octavia said.

“I’ll have to make due with the company,” Vinyl replied as she walked over to a nearby table and started to pull out the chairs to get everything set up.

Octavia grinned as she walked over, the classical overture she had found buried deep behind several uncouth records playing in the background. To her credit Vinyl didn’t even blink an eye at the music. She just kept setting up the table.

By the time Octavia made it over, Vinyl's magic had made short work of the preparations. The unicorn held out a chair for her marefriend, who took it with a kind smile. “For my lady,” Vinyl grinned and kissed her on the top of her head.

“Thank you, good ma’am.”

Vinyl smiled at that as she sat down on the other side of the table, and then did something that surprised Octavia. She got up and dragged her chair closer to the earth pony, making a loud screeching sound as she went.

“Vinyl, what are you doing?”

“I get if I sit across from you I can look you in the eyes, but I’d rather be able to touch you instead,” Vinyl replied, parking her chair right next to Octavia’s before jumping up on to it.

Octavia laughed. “Never change, Vinyl, never change.”

“I would never,” the unicorn giggled back.

“Not even for me?” Octavia pouted.

“Mhh… maybe,” Vinyl smirked. “But only if you asked nicely.”

At that Octavia laughed as she picked up her fork to dig into the wonderfully delicious looking meal prepared by her marefriend. Something that was interrupted when the door open again, a turquoise pegasus and a teal unicorn came walking in.

“Oh, looks like we’re interrupting,” Neon Light said upon seeing the two mares enjoying their lunch together.

“Hey, Neon, hope you don’t mind,” Vinyl said with a smile.

“Pft, help youself, Vi!” Neon said back with a smile.

Of course there was one mare who was doing anything but smiling. “How can you even say that? They… they’re only causing trouble! Not even asking to use the club as their private dinner!”

“Sassa, calm down,” Vinyl growled. “You’re ruining a great day.”

“The buck I am!”

“Alright Sassaflash, let’s go and come back later,” Neon said and tried to grab the pegasus, but she stayed where she was.

“So that’s how it’s going to be? You’re doing it different than with Spitfire and me, huh? Not just fucking her, but also implying you’d love and care for her? You suck!” Sassa shouted.

Octavia blinked, confused and anger building up in her throat. “How dare you to-” she started, but Vinyl cut her off.

“Wanna know something Sassa? NEWSFLASH! I never told you or Spitfire I love you! Spits got that message, YOU didn’t. I’m not going to apologize for my feelings! Now get the buck out before I help you out!” Vinyl scowled, her horn fizzling slightly in anger.

“You’re a fucking cunt, Vinyl!” Sassaflash shouted.

Neon forcefully interjected himself between her and Vinyl. “Alright, Sassa, that’s enough, we’re going now!”

The mare looked up at him in anger, but eventually sighed and left of her own accord. Neon turned back to the two mares. “Sorry to ruin your date.”

“It wasn’t your doing,” Vinyl said with a scowl.

“I’ll talk to her, but maybe not have dates here anymore?” Neon asked.

“Hey, where I bring my mare—”

“Understood, sorry for the trouble we caused,” Octavia interjected.

Neon nodded at her and left to go track down a pissed off pegasus. Vinyl turned to Octavia with a confused look on her face. Octavia just shrugged. “So that is Sassaflash, huh?”

“Yep.”

“She’s… nice?”

“Nice? You’re kidding right? Do you remember how she was in the hospital?”

“You mean when Spitfire and she were worried about you?” Octavia cocked her head.

“Yeah.... She never got that I just love her as a good friend, not like she wants it. I don’t have those feelings for her. Or Spitfire,” Vinyl muttered.

“So you were just friends and decided to have sex?”

“Well… Sassa and I started out more with the… physical stuff. But I told her it was just that. We kinda became friends later.”

“I’m guessing she felt more?”

Vinyl put her hooves against her temples. “You could say that again. I didn’t exactly help things along. Whenever I’d feel lonely, she was an easy...”

“Easy… what?”

“Ugh, Octavia my life is not exactly something I’m proud of, do you really want to know?”

“Yes, I want to know everything, Vinyl.”

“She was an easy lay. Somepony I could jump in the sack with anytime I felt like it. Heck, even now I could probably get her to eat me out during my next show with just a few words.”

Octavia slowly got up and brought a certain distance between her and Vinyl before blinking. “And what about me?”

“You’re the bucking love of my life,” Vinyl replied as she stared up into her eyes. “I feel like I don’t deserve you, that the rest of my life is evidence of that, and I feel worse than I ever have before about what I did. Knowing you, loving you like this, it’s like…”

“Like?”

“Like I think I know how Sassa feels about me.”

“But it’s not the same,” Octavia whispered, closing the gap slowly again.

“Why?”

Octavia waited until her muzzle was barely an inch away from Vinyl’s, “Because I love you back,” she whispered before pressing her lips onto Vinyls.

The unicorn was surprised, but quickly melted into the kiss. It didn’t last nearly as long as she wanted it too.

“Vinyl, you can’t change your past, so neither can I,” Octavia whispered and smiled a sad smile. “We both did things we’re not proud off, but we can at least lead our future toward a better path and enjoy it together.”

“Maybe we should both apologize together so we can build our future on a sturdy foundation?”

“Where’d that come from?” Octavia asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I read something similar on one of the posters in your rehearsal hall,” Vinyl replied.

“Well, I think you might be right.”

“What? No-no-no-no-no, I don’t think MORE contact with Sassaflash is a good idea.”

“I think it is; avoiding her is not fixing the problem. So, together, we should go talk to her.”

“Tavi, I’ve known Sassa long enough. You don’t have a clue what happened between her and Spitfire before they befriend each other.”

“Tell me,” Octavia smiled.

“Well, it’s long time ago. I did a little set for the Wonderbolts on a show, hoping I would get a contract, but nopony ever talked to me. Not until Spitfire came to the club. Celestia, I was smitten at that time, but not by love. It was her attitude and body that… worked like a magnet on me. As she offered me a contract, I was even happier. Well, at least I was.”

“Sassaflash didn’t like it at all?” Octavia suggested.

“Indeed. There were some pretty nasty fights at the club after I slept with Spitfire… Everything went out of order for years before they met a few times and managed peace.“ Vinyl sighed. “It took years, Tavi.”

“We should still talk with her…”

“Please, not now. Let her calm down for a bit and then we arrange something, alright?” Vinyl pleaded.

The doubt on Octavia's muzzle told Vinyl she wasn’t convinced. “Please, we’ll do it, just not now.”

“When?” Octavia asked. “I am serious about this Vinyl. We need to take care of this, for you, for us. You have got to talk with her and apologize.”

“Apologize? Why in the world would I—”

Octavia’s glare could shatter stone. “I think you know the reason why.”

“I don’t think I want to,” Vinyl tried to glare back, but Octavia’s gaze hardened and she sighed. “Alright, we do it in time.”

“Vinyl!”

“We do it as soon as she calms down, but NOT today. Let’s not ruin this more please,” Vinyl winced.

“And I’ll be there to help,” Octavia replied. “And maybe…” she looked down at the table.

“What?” Vinyl asked.

“Maybe you can help me with my issue?”

“Your father?”

“I… I didn’t send the letter…”

“You promised me!” Vinyl pouted.

“I’m sorry, I have it ready to go, I wrote it, it’s just… not mailed.”

“Why not?”

“I just… didn’t have the strength to do it.”

“Well, that’s an easy fix.”

“Huh?”

“It’s because you tried to do it alone. Let’s take it to the station and mail it off first thing once we we’re home. Together.”

“Together,” Octavia replied, smiling.

Author's Notes:

Here it is!
Wednesday, as promised