An Island, Two Mares and a Bottle of Rum

Chapter Seventeen

In Which Vinyl Learns a Bit About Music

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"Please, do remind me, Vinyl, why in the wide wide world of Equestria have I agreed to this?"

Vinyl grunted, her flank itching. Still, she couldn't move: the closet was dark and cramped, and the two mares inside were pressed firmly against each other. Any other day, she would find it kinky, but right now they had a mission.

She peeked through the small opening in the door. All clear. "Because it is a good plan, Tavi." Yes, and because eventually, it will lead to a foursome.

"Why didn't I stay in the wonderful, cosy stateroom?" Octavia lamented, trying to throw her hooves in the air. Her attempt had been in vain, needless to say, for there wasn't enough space for a pony to barely shift, not to mention actually make a movement.

Vinyl's flank was itching. "Because Lyra's reasoning was fair." Because Lyra is so damn hot. Duh.

"You know, Vinyl..." Octavia frowned. Vinyl couldn't see it in the dark, but could pretty well feel it. "It seems to me that there is a different reason behind your blind acceptance of the plan."

You don't say. The DJ tried to reach for her flank to scratch it; to no avail. She grunted in displeasure. "What gives you the impression?" the mare wondered, trying to keep up a non-violent conversation with her marefriend. The fact that both of them could barely move was certainly helping with that endeavour.

Octavia shifted. "The way you were looking at Lyra's flank," she said bluntly. Vinyl gulped. It... It was that obvious, wasn't it?

As if in reply to her thoughts, the cellist carried on gravely, "Don't deny it: it was obvious."

The DJ winced. The Striking Hoof of Justice [TM] was so painfully close, ready to punish the white unicorn. Moreover, her flank itched.

"Though, I have to admit, despite her attitude, she is rather sexy."

Wait, what? Vinyl blinked and looked at her cellist. Well, tried to, for the closet wasn't spacious enough for her to move a centimetre. This... Was it really Tavi who said this?!

"Who are you and what have you done to my marefriend?" the unicorn demanded, a little relaxed at the lack of upcoming punishment. Though, to think about it, she wouldn't mind getting punished...

"Well, it's not like I can't appreciate beauty," Octavia retorted with a slight blush.

All right, that's official. I'm calling this version of Tavi 'Octy'. Vinyl mentally nodded to herself. Yes, the uptight Tavi and the naughty Octy. Two griffins with one stone. To think about it, she didn't know how one could hit two griffins with one stone. Or a single grriffin, for that matter. They are so agile...

Vinyl's flank itched.

The DJ groaned and tried to reach for it with her hoof, but once again lacked the precious space to do so. "So, I can count on a possible foursome?" she wondered carefully, knowing she was in the safe as of now.

Octavia huffed. "Don't get your hopes high." She pondered for a moment. "Maybe."

Vinyl grinned. That was enough for her, for now.

Her flank itched.

Groaning, she decided on the best course of action: begging.

"Tavi, could you scratch my flank?" The DJ pouted, even though she knew her mare couldn't see her in the dark. "Puh-leese?"

Octavia raised a brow in surprise. "Vinyl, you know, we have just had sex recently." By Celestia's beard, she can be a real sex beast, the cellist mused. Not that it's a bad thing, of course...

The DJ let out a yelp of disagreement. "No, I mean just scratch my flank," she explained. "It itches and I can't reach it."

"You could've just used your telekinesis," Octavia reasoned but began to gently scratch Vinyl's posterior. Hehe, I'm scratching Vinyl, she giggled mentally. Like a DJ. "All right, that should sate that eighth-note flank of yours," she concluded, rubbing her mare's cutie mark.

"My what now?" Vinyl frowned in lack of understanding.

"You cutie mark." The cellist tapped her mare's soft flank. "The eighth notes?"

Vinyl shook her head. "Don't ring any bells, Tavi. I don't know shit about notes." She smirked. "You could say, I don't know shit about sheet music." The DJ grinned victoriously.

"Vinyl, you have just committed a pun," Octavia warned her mare. "And it was terrible." She chewed on her bottom lip. "You see, eighth notes are-"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." If Vinyl could wave her hoof, she would have already done so. "I really don't care, Tavi." She sighed, glancing outside. No sign of anypony. "Say, why do you have such a cutie mark?" she wondered, trying to keep up conversation. "I mean, that clef. I hear cello music is usually in that other clef."

"It's a treble clef, Vinyl," Octavia said chidingly. She sighed, vainly trying to rub her temples. Of course. No space. "This isn't going to be a 'share your cutie mark story with your marefriend' kind of thing, is it?" she mumbled. "It's pretty cliche."

Vinyl chuckled. "Come on, Tavi, it's not like we're some characters in a badly written novel." She suppressed a yawn. "There's no such thing as 'cliche'. Might as well hear your story."

Octavia sighed in defeat. She had sighed too much for one day. "Well, all right, given that you tell me your story afterwards." She pondered for a moment, thinking of how to begin her tale. "When I was a filly..." she started, but stopped abruptly upon hearing hooves clattering against the wooden floor.

Vinyl peeked outside. Two young stallions were approaching the closet; presumably, cabin colts. The DJ grinned, collecting herself before addressing her cellist in a determined tone.

"Here they come."