An Island, Two Mares and a Bottle of Rum

Chapter Nineteen

Sex and Politics (a.k.a. You Can't Spell Marex Without Mare)

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"So, who's been a naughty capitalist filly?"

Octavia approached the bed, her usual bow tie gone, her long mane combed neatly under a green cap, a red star adorning it. The cellist was cracking a whip, grinning widely at Vinyl, who was strapped to the bed, squirming under the pressure.

"I! I've been a naughty capitalist filly!" Vinyl shrieked, moaning in the expectation of the punishment.

"Have you been ripping off the ponies who got loans from you, you dirty bourgeois?" Octavia hissed, leaning in closer.

"Baby, profiteering is my middle name," the DJ whispered, immediately receiving a harsh slap on the cheek from her lover.

Wait... It actually hurts... But how can it hurt when it's obviously a-

Another slap woke her up completely. Vinyl jerked up, rubbing her eyes, seeing a very cheerful cellist standing before her.

"Wake up, sleepy-head~" With a satisfied smile, Octavia slammed the door to the closet, clapping her hooves in delight. "I really don't understand how you can drift off at such incovenient times." She turned towards her still sleepy marefriend, who, by now, had begun to inspect the narrow corridor.

"You could've just used wake-up sex on me, you know," the DJ said with a yawn. "Well, that makes six, right?" she asked the cellist, who nodded with a grin. Vinyl was slowly coming to the understanding of reality. "Dammit, Tavi, we've knocked out six stallions in ten minutes! Ain't that an Academy Record?" Vinyl was definitely satisfied with herself, even if she hadn't really participated in the last 'seduction'. The only thing that was troubling her was the recent change in her mare's attitude. On one hoof, Octavia had become more determined, and a great deal more smug, but on the other hoof...

"You know..." the grey mare leaned in to the DJ, her soft whisper falling onto the unicorn's ear. "We could go and set an 'academy record' of our own, in our room~" Octavia's tail swished against Vinyl's flank softly.

Okay, well, no 'on the other hoof', then, the white mare concluded. To hell with 'other hooves'. "Tavi?" she asked meekly, blushing a little as she reminisced her dream. "Could you... um..." She scratched the back of her head. "You know, play the role of a snarky communist?" Octavia blinked. "And I'll be a naughty capitalist!" Vinyl suggested. Octavia blinked. "You could punish me?" the unicorn suggested meekly.

"There you are!"

Lyra's voice caused Octavia to blink again and snap out of her Vinyl-evoked state of utter confusion. The mint unicorn and her mare appeared from around the corner, cheerful and... sweaty? Okay, I don't want to know, the cellist concluded. Ever.

"Hi, Lyra, hi, Bon-Bon!" Vinyl waved her hoof in the air, grinning at the mares. "Any luck so far?"

Lyra equipped a smug look. "Four stallions down, two to go." She winked at the cream-coloured mare, who smiled shyly. "And we even had some time for a vertical jingle-jangle!"

Vertical... jingle... jangle? Octavia groaned quietly. Keep calm, Octavia. Keep calm and don't strangle random ponies.

The DJ shrugged. "Nah, me and Tavi prefer the sideways hokey-pokey."

Sideways... hokey... pokey... The grey mare's eye twitched. No, Octavia. No. Don't kill Vinyl... yet. You'll need her, for now.

Lyra nodded in understanding. "True, sideways hokey-pokey is nice, but-"

"What the hay?!" Octavia exclaimed, interrupting the mint unicorn before her tender brain would be broken beyond repair. She turned towards her marefriend, glaring at her in irritation. "First, it's 'Tavi and I', and second-" she began, but her marefriend cut her off swiftly.

"It's 'firstly', Tavi," she corrected the cellist meekly. "Not 'first'."

Octavia blinked again in silence. A few more blinks, and she'd pretty much have covered her daily blinking norm. "You... corrected me."

Vinyl gulped, looking at Lyra and Bon-Bon for help; however, the mares had already backed down in fear of losing a few essential limbs in the wake of the cellist's fury. "Y-yes?" the white mare squeaked.

"You. Corrected. Me." Octavia shifted closer to her DJ, painfully slowly, her shadow falling upon the cowering figure of the white unicorn.

"It's not my fault, Tavi!" Vinyl protested weakly. "Your grammar nazism is contagious!" She pondered for a moment. "Actually, make it grammar communism," she amended herself. "You'd look really hot as a commie, you know?"

There. Octavia had officially broken her daily norm of blinking. She couldn't even find any decent words in her vocabulary to express her extreme puzzlement.

"I'm with you here," Lyra said approvingly, immediately receiving a punishing slap from her mare. As she turned towards the cream-coloured earth pony, Bon-Bon glanced at her apologetically and opened her mouth to explain herself. "I know, I know." The mint unicorn sighed. "OOC, again."

Bon-Bon nodded. "So, how about you two?"

Vinyl beamed with a proud smile, happy about the sudden change of topic. "Six outta six!"

Lyra nodded approvingly. "Good, that leaves..." She turned to Bon-Bon. "The captain and the lieutenant, right?"

The cream-coloured mare nodded. "Yes, honey."

"So, now, we have to get to the deck cabin, right?" Octavia clarified. Receiving nods from the free mares, she sighed deeply and braced herself.

"All right, let's do it."