An Island, Two Mares and a Bottle of Rum

Chapter Fifteen

In Which Vinyl Makes a Mistake, Octavia Makes a Confession, and Lyra and Bon-Bon Make Love

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It was a beautiful morning in Ponyville. At least, that's what Vinyl assumed, lying in Octavia's lap in a dark, relatively dirty, and by no means spacious stateroom. The flickering light of a single lamp danced about the ceiling, bringing to life creepy silhouettes and rather cryptic shapes. Bones. Skulls. Bananas. The harbingers of doom. Or something. The DJ had never got it right. She really needed a bottle of rum now. While her newfound love was lying right next to her, exhausted from an especially fervent 'music-making' session, her old love, alcohol, had been unattended to for quite a long time.

A nudge from her marefriend brought Vinyl back to Equestria, and the white mare turned her head towards Octavia weakly. "Hi there, beautiful," the DJ said, reminiscing the '100 Phrases You Can Use to Warm Up Your Marefriend', a cheap paperback she'd picked up for half a bit at a train station. We really do need to revise our currency, the mare mused. Cutting gold bits isn't exactly easy.

A sigh was Octavia's reply, and Vinyl couldn't help but feel a little disheartened, which was a feeling that contradicted her usual carefree attitude. "Hey, Tavi." She ran a hoof through her mare's mane. "Cheer up. Or am I really that bad in bed?" she wondered with a confident smirk that clearly depicted her desire to prove otherwise, any time, any place.

"No," the cellist admitted with a small grin. "You are even better than Spitfire." She yawned, covering her mouth theatrically, scratching Vinyl's ear.

"Cool," the DJ purred, bathing in pleasure. "Wait, what?!" She jerked up, looking at a very cheerfully laughing Octavia. Her mouth fell agape. "You dated Spitfire?!" I can't believe it! "As in, Spitfire the Wonderbolts captain?" What else don't I know about my marefriend? Maybe she starred in 'Sexy Cellists and Hot Flanks 8'? No, if her memory served her right, she hadn't seen Octavia in that Osmare-winning porn film... Although, there was a familiar grey mare in a bow tie; only she was a unicorn. Wait a minute, don't they make fake horns?

Before Vinyl could further speculate on the topic of her marefriend being or not being a famous porn star, Octavia began, "Vinyl, dear, to do that, you don't necessarily need to be dating the pony."

If Vinyl's jaw was attachable, it would have hit the floor, pierced through the bottom of the ship and fallen down deep into the planet's core. "Who are you and what have you done to my marefriend?" she demanded mockingly; though, a hint of genuine worry was evident in her tone.

Octavia laughed and waved her hoof dismissingly. "Come on, Vinyl, you can't spell 'sextet' without 'sex'."

A drop of sweat formed upon Vinyl's forehead. "Sextet means 'six', right?" she wondered weakly.

The cellist nodded with a broad smile.

"Um... Now that we're dating, you won't be doing this anymore..." She pondered for a moment. "Without me, that is. Okay?"

The cellist nodded with an even broader smile.

"Cool." The DJ relaxed visibly. "Wow. I mean, wow." She eyed her marefriend, who was lying on the small bed, smiling innocently. It's always the quiet ones, Vinyl, she reminded herself. It's always the quiet ones.

"Vinyl, before you try to elaborate on that statement," Octavia said, getting up and stretching her limbs, "I want to remind you that a crazy unicorn has recently suggested we help her and her marefriend to hijack this very ship!" she exclaimed, making Vinyl wince at the volume of her voice. It wasn't a big issue in bed, but right now she wished her marefriend were less loud.

"A sexy crazy unicorn, you got to admit," Vinyl corrected her mare with an indulgent smile.

"Well, yes," Octavia admitted defeat. "But, given the circumstances, it is the crazy part that we need to concentrate on."

Vinyl sighed. "Look, Tavi," she retorted, trying to take on the role of the Voice of Reason. "We might as well listen to what Lyra proposes, right? Just hear her out, and if we find it stupid or dangerous, we'll just leave her be." And I'll be left without a foursome, she added mentally, not without a hint of sadness.

Octavia held what seemed to Vinyl a dramatic pause, and finally hung her head with a sigh. "All right. You win." She glanced at the door. "Let's pay those two a visit."

***

"Now this will be the right door!"

Octavia facehoofed at her marefriend's determination as they stood before another plain wooden door, of which there were so many on the ship. Why didn't we ask Lyra and Bon-Bon for the number of their stateroom? the cellist wondered in retrospect.

"Lyyyyyrraaaaaa!!!" came a muffled yell from behind the door, and Vinyl beamed with a wide grin.

"There! I told you it would be the right door!" she exclaimed, enveloping the knob with her magic and turning it.

"Vinyl, honey, I don't think this is a very good idea..." Octavia mumbled, greatly perturbed by Bon Bon's cry. They must be arguing or-

The door opened, revealing two very red, hot and sweaty ponies, who were entwined in an almost-physically-impossible position. They were both panting heavily, and their eyes went wide upon seeing their two new acquaintances.

Or they were having sex. Octavia sighed. She should have known better.

Lyra's mouth fell agape and she tried to say something, but her throat emitted only a few irrecognisable sounds. Bon-Bon flushed entirely, on the verge of fainting.

Vinyl's grin grew even wider. She trotted into the room, unabashed. The DJ winked at her mare, then at Lyra and Bon-Bon.

"Mind if we join in?"