An Island, Two Mares and a Bottle of Rum

Chapter Eleven

When Unsure What to Do, Have Sex! - The Answer to Life, the Universe, And Everything, As Told by Vinyl Scratch

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Octavia took a sip of the warm liquid, savouring it as she cradled the glass in her hooves. The mulled wine tasted good, and she was thankful to the crew for accepting them and giving them a small, yet separate, stateroom on the ship. She glanced at Vinyl, who was drinking the liquor straight from the bottle in fast, fervent gulps.

The cellist sighed. "Vinyl, it's mull wine. You're supposed to drink it in small portions to get warm."

The DJ raised a hoof, symbolising her desire to finish the bottle. And so she did, putting the sad empty vial onto the small table cramped with maps and, for some reason, napkins. "Bullshit, Tavi. It's already hot as hell here, why'd we need to warm up?" She stroked her chin philosophically. "All booze is made for getting drunk."

"Vinyl, honey, you could at least be grateful to the wonderful ponies here who allowed us to stay aboard till we reach the nearest port," the grey mare said with a sigh, glancing at the half-empty glass in her hooves. Or was it half full? She could never get it right.

"Too drunk to get long phrases!" Vinyl shrugged, downing the bottle and letting out an earth-splitting, montain-shattering burp that caused Octavia to wince painfully in the wake of the terrible sound.

"Vinyl, that's disgusting and quite disturbing!" the cellist chided her marefriend, moving away slightly, lest the DJ's poisonous and foul breath touch upon her coat. Maybe it could deplete one's cells - who knows? Octavia sure as hay didn't want to be the one to check it.

"Tavi, that's more than three syll- sylla-" The white unicorn raised her hoof, clearing her throat dramatically. "Syl-la-bles. There!" she grinned, taking a clumsy bow. "Thank you, thank you. Where's my prize?"

"Oh, I would be ever so glad to deliver it..." Octavia frowned and dished out a swift punch to the white mare's gut, keeping her face straight and devoid of emotion. One might say she outshone the very Marehammed Ali at this particular show of raw power. Vinyl, for one, could certainly feel it as she rubbed the hit spot with a pained grimace.

"Ow, Tavi, you could've just, y'know, kissed me or something?" the unicorn suggested, however, still moving away from her mare a few centimetres. Just in case. "A 'warning' sex would be fine too..."

"Vinyl, there's no such thing as 'warning' sex." Octavia glared at her marefriend, unable to reach her physically anymore, unfortunately; or, fortunately, depending on the perspective.  

"You can't say till you try it!"

Okay, now some may say that ponies hooves cannot extend to the degree rubber can, but Octavia was the one to prove otherwise, for her striking hoof of justice [TM] extended firmly and resolutely, developing a mighty fine blow that made the white offender wince  and rub her forehead with a pained 'ow'.

"That's domestic violence, Tavi!" Vinyl exclaimed, occupying a safe position in the corner of the room, even though she was sure that the grey mare could reach even there if she wanted to. "I'm gonna report you to the police!"

"Oh yeah?" Octavia raised her brow. "Then this..." She brushed her tail against her flank, slapping it with her hoof. "Will be forever off your limits~" she concluded in a sing-song voice, smiling at the embarrassed DJ.

"You really know how to get me going, don't you?" Vinyl pouted, rubbing her forehead, even though it didn't hurt anymore.

The cellist's expression softened and she opened her forelegs in an embrace. "Come here, you silly pony, I'll blow where it hurts."

Vinyl shifted closer, feeling the tiny breeze created by the grey mare's lips. Soon, the blowing changed into small kisses around her horn, and then the kisses made their (highly arousing) way from the bottom of the horn to the top, and back. "Mmm, Tavi, you know, 'blowing' has more than one meaning~" Vinyl moaned, grinning with her eyes close.

"Vinyl, honey, I still can kick your arse~" Octavia cooed in the same sing-song voice, stopping her tending to the white mare for a second.

"Anything to hear you say 'arse' again, in that sexy tone of yours..." the DJ mumbled, relaxing instantly.

Suddenly, Octavia stopped with a sigh. Vinyl opened her eyes, only to see her marefriend's face torn in a painful grimace. "Anything wrong, Tavi?" she wondered carefully.

"Yes," the cellist admitted, hanging her head low. "As a matter of fact, everything has been wrong so far. Everything has been wrong since you lured me to that Celestia-damn cruise." She frowned, leaning back. "On the other hoof..." She let out a weak chuckle. "I would have never recognised my feelings for you, were it not for the cruise."

Vinyl nodded slowly. "I could say something comforting, Tavi, but I'm afraid to blow it," she admitted reluctantly, looking into her mare's beautiful lavender eyes.

To her relief, the cellist only laughed, embracing the white mare in a soft hug. "That's all right, Vinyl. You are not the brightest pony, but I love you dearly." She smiled, planting a soft kiss on her mare's lips. "Say, could you get to the on-board restaurant and get us something harder to drink? I believe that I'm in an... 'appropriate' mood." She winked at the beaming Vinyl.

"Yessir! That's something I'm good at!" the DJ yelled out, giving a mocking salute to her marefriend before setting off to complete her quest.

Octavia sighed and leaned back again, closing her eyes. Suddenly, Vinyl's voice reached her ears, coming from the corridor. "Hey, don't get started without me!"

"Vinyl!"