An Island, Two Mares and a Bottle of Rum

Chapter Fourteen

Meeting New Ponies, Facing New Ponies... Kissing New Ponies?

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"You can't possibly mean that!"

Octavia began pacing the room fervently, muttering curses under her breath, while Vinyl just sat there, blinking dumbly as she stared at the mint unicon. What Lyra had just suggested was... out-raven-ous? Out-wagon-ous? Out-sage-ous?

"That's just outrageous!" Octavia yelled, throwing her hooves in the air desperately, not ceasing her fast and probably healthy trotting routine.

So, that was the word. Vinyl tried to memorise it, but her memory was already filled with loops, beats and mixes. If only I could have some extension to my brain or something, she mused. Maybe become a cyberpony! Cyberponies are cool!

Octavia's well-planned movement was interrupted by Lyra giving her a magical pat on the shoulder. The cellist shrieked, jumping in place. Most certainly, so much movement would turn Octavia into a skinny version of herself. Not that it's a bad thing, the DJ observed. Though, I like her flanks just the way they are.

As Vinyl's thoughts drifted off to the wonderful Land of Flanks - or, to put it more exactly, the Land of Octavia's Flanks - Lyra tried to use reason on the grey mare.

"Octavia, please, calm down."

"Calm down? CALM DOWN?!"

It seemed to be not very effective... Still, the mint unicorn made a swift motion towards the cellist, now putting a very real, flesh-and-bones (flesh-and-bones-and-muscle, technically speaking, but we are having a lyrical narration here, so that'd do the trick) hoof onto her shoulder.

"Octavia, what I have suggested is-"

Suddenly, a cream-coloured earth pony mare entered the room, swishing her pink-and-blue striped tail around, her curly mane of the same colour falling freely onto her shoulders and bouncing with each step. Eyeing the pony's fine, round flank, Vinyl mentally thanked Celestia that she wasn't a pegasus, or there would be much explaining to do. Maybe Octavia would even punish her... To think about it, it wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing...

"Lyra, honey, I've been searching high and low for you!" the newcomer exclaimed, trotting towards the mint unicorn, whose face instantly acquired a certain expression, of 'look-I'm-in-an-official-relationship-and-so-happy' variety: Vinyl knew that one well.

"Bonnie!" Lyra replied cheerfully.

To both Vinyl and Octavia's surprise, the pair didn't share a nuzzle or a peck. On the contrary, their tails entwined, they embraced each other firmly, partaking in a rather fervent make-out session. With a lot of tongue action involved, Octavia added mentally, wincing at the slurping noises they were making. She blushed and took a glance at her marefriend, who was sitting on her flank in awe, her mouth agape.

Finally, the DJ looked at her marefriend, mouthing, "Foursome." The cellist flushed even more, and was almost ready to kick Vinyl's arse. Almost. That was the key word here. Watching the two ponies kiss, she immediately felt warm and slightly aroused. Vinyl would be getting an exciting night, that was for sure.

The cellist cleared her throat loudly. "Excuse me for interrupting you-" she began, but 'Bonnie' and Lyra had already broken the kiss, looking happy and by no means embarrassed.

"You must forgive us, we haven't seen each other for almost half an hour," 'Bonnie' explaned, gesturing with her hoof. Wow, that's what I call 'attached', Vinyl noted. Octavia noted the same as well, only her inner vocabulary was much more grandiloquent and disturbingly obscene. "My name is Bon-Bon." She took a slight bow. "I am Lyra's marefriend."

"We've noticed," Vinyl mumbled, her cheeks flushing a little. Foursome~ her mind cooed to her, and, while she wanted to shut that part of brain, she also wanted to let it rule her body, for a while.

"Pleased to meet you." Octavia nodded. "My name is Octavia, and this uncouth white unicorn here is my marefriend Vinyl."

Vinyl waved her hoof, oblivious to the meaning of the word 'uncouth'. She assumed it a synonym for 'sexy'. Or maybe 'hot'. Or whatever fancy words fancy ponies used.

"Bon-Bon, I hope you can bring your marefriend to her senses," the cellist continued, choosing her words carefully. "Some five minutes ago, she suggested we..." The grey mare faked a chuckle. "Hijack this ship!" She let out a fake laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. Strangely enough, Bon-Bon's gaze remained stoic. Stern, even.

She turned towards the mint mare. "Lyra, honey, have you seriously told them about our plan?!" she exclaimed in a scolding tone.

Wait, what? Octavia blinked. Bon-Bon couldn't possibly... Could she?!

"Listen, Bonnie, we do need their help," Lyra started to apologise, but Octavia's huffing interrupted her.

Vinyl was a little terrified to look at her mare right now: her eye was twitching, her eyes glaring daggers, and she could swear smoke was erupting from her nostrils. The DJ cocked her head to the side. Kinda kinky.

"Give me one good reason as to why I shouldn't report you to the crew right now." Octavia's voice sounded dangerously calm, but the steely notes made Vinyl shiver. She could only wonder what it'd done to Lyra and Bon-Bon.

"You would save countless innocent lives!" Lyra blurted out, making both Vinyl and Octavia flinch.

"What?.." was all that Octavia could manage to say, despite her extensive vocabulary. Just like that time when I stuffed a- Vinyl thought, but cut herself short at once. She didn't want to reveal that info, in case some crazy aliens were surveilling her brain.

"We want to change the course. Otherwise, this ship is going to crash, and sink," Lyra explained, more calmly. "I told the crew, but they didn't believe me!"

"Neither do I," the cellist replied coldly. "Where have you got that idea from?"

"Magical unicorn premonition!" Lyra faked an uneasy smile.

Octavia glared at her sternly. "If you really think I will believe you-"

"Tavi, she's right."

The grey mare turned her head towards the white unicorn, who nodded. "It's true, Tavi," Vinyl repeated. "We unicorns do have magical premonitions." She paused. "And they are usually right."

Octavia bit her lower lip. "I need to go to the restroom and try to think over the matter." She turned away. "Vinyl, I'm expecting you there too, in five minutes." With that, and a swish of her tail, she took her leave.

"She has a habit of getting started without me." Vinyl chuckled, rubbing the back of her head. "So, 'magical unicorn premonition', huh?"

Lyra blushed a little, looking down. "Well, I had to think of something!" Her eyes met Vinyl's gaze. "Thank you for backing me up."

The DJ shrugged. "Yeah, whatever."

Lyra paused, casting a side glance at her marefriend, who looked both perturbed and grateful. "Vinyl, you did that only for a possible foursome, didn't you?"

Vinyl smirked and her face beamed with a grin.

"You bet."