An Island, Two Mares and a Bottle of Rum

Chapter Four

It Takes Two to Tango... or Something

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"Mmm... Vinyl, lower..."

The white mare opened her eyes, sudden sunlight blinding her for a moment, and rubbed them to regain her vision.

"Vinyl, you playful mare..."

Vinyl blinked. Her senses were telling her that the voice was coming from the grey mare next to her, the one and only, "Snooty-pants" Octavia; but her mind was telling her that it was pretty impossible for the grey mare to say such things.  

"Now lick me there~"

Okay, Vinyl mused, now that was plainly creepy. Rather hot, sure, but still creepy. Octavia speaking in her sleep? Creepy enough as it is. Octavia speaking in her sleep and dreaming about her? 20 percent creepier. Octavia speaking in her sleep and dreaming about having sex with her? That would definitely break the creepy-o-metre.

To tell the truth, Vinyl was rather embarrassed at the whole situation: to be completely honest with herself, she did feel some kind of attraction towards the grey cellist, the way she acted, the way she spoke, the way she tossed her mane as she trotted away, her hot flanks- Creepy-o-metre, Vinyl, the DJ reminded herself. You don't want to break it.

So, the unicorn decided on the safest course of action: calling upon her ninja-pony powers, or, at least what she wanted to believe to be ninja-pony powers, she gently nudged her friend, who snorted loudly and rolled over, now lying face to face with the DJ.

"Mmhm, Vinyl, harder," the grey mare whispered and yawned, the blanket of sleep slowly falling from her, bringing her back to Equestria - or, to be more precise, to the Celestia-forsaken island. Her eyes shot wide open as she realised how close she was lying to Vinyl, her muzzle an inch away from the unicorn's. She sat up, rubbing her eyes.

"Why did you wake me up?" she asked, her sleepy mind still tossing images of her dream into the bin that had been given the privilege to be called her consciousness. Oh, my... She remember what exactly the dream contained, and her face turned a deep shade of red. I can't believe I was dreaming about Vinyl... and in such a manner at it...

"Because you were being creepy," Vinyl responded, hiding her own embarrassment behind a yawn and a usual morning stretch. Aaaah, that's better... "I mean, sure, I'm hot, but that's not a reason to moan, Vinyl, lick me here, Vinyl lick me there in your sleep," she elaborated, waving a hoof in the air in fake idleness.

"I did... what?!" Octavia blinked, her face blushing to such a state that it would win the Annual Tomato Competition hooves-down.

"Exactly," Vinyl replied, getting up and jumping, shaking the last remnants of sleep off. "I mean, I'm totally into friends with benefits and that stuff-"

"Vinyl!" Octavia practically roared, jumping to her hooves. "You are forgetting yourself!"

"Nah." The DJ shrugged. "I'm not. Name's Vinyl Scratch, occupation - DJ, current address - some shithole in the middle of-"

Vengeance came swiftly as the striking hoof sent the white pony stumbling backwards, rubbing her chin.

Octavia exhaled, regaining her tranquillity.

"Worth it..." Vinyl mumbled, rubbing her chin.

"Oh shut up!" the cellist exclaimed, tossing an angry look at her DJ friend. She looked around and sighed. "You could be more useful if you found a way for us to at least kill some time, given we're stuck here."

Vinyl grinned widely and crawled towards the grey mare in a sensual way, licking her lips, and whispered into Octavia's ear, "I think I may know a way..."

***

"Truth or Dare?"

Vinyl groaned and facehoofed. "Dare. But you know, Tavi, if you choose something silly again-" she began.

"I dare you to stand on your hind legs and shout," Octavia cleared her throat. "Beethoofen is the greatest musician that has ever lived!" A smug grin played upon her lips.

Vinyl gasped. "You... You... That's not true!" she exclaimed, waving her hooves in the air protectively. "Scoltrex is way better, and-"

"So you admit you've lost?" Octavia grinned widely.

Vinyl frowned and shook her head. "Never." At least there's nopony around to hear it... she added mentally. The unicorn raised her front legs, balancing on her hind legs uncomfotably and inhaled deeply. "Beethoofen is the greatest musician that has ever liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-"

In a moment, she lost her balance, and the merciless force of gravity sent her falling down... right onto Octavia. And, as funny as it may seem, Destiny had a plan in mind concerning the two musical ponies, for Vinyl landed in such a way that her lips met Octavia's perfectly, just as the cellist opened her mouth to shout out a warning.

While the kiss didn't last long, both mares could tell that, even given the unexpectedness of all of it, it was good. Very, very good. One of the best kisses she'd ever had, Octavia mused, to her own embarrassment. Did I really just... like it? she thought, her face turning a deep shade of crimson.

Vinyl's face was no different as she broke the kiss, her eyes still closed. Wow, she thought. To be honest with herself, she had been thinking about it for a long time. Dreaming, even. Longing for it. And now that she had done it, she had only one word rotating in her mind. Perfect.

"Um... Vinyl?" Octavia said, shifting uneasily. "Would you please get off me?" she asked softly, contrary to her usual bossy attitude.

"Oh, right, sure!" the DJ exclaimed as she stood up, letting the previously pinned down mare get up as well. "Um..." Vinyl scratched the back of her head. "I... I'm sorry for-" she began but was suddenly stopped by a grey hoof touching her lips.

"Hush," Octavia said with a smile. "You needn't be sorry. I.. kinda..." The cellist blushed fiercely and closed her eyes. "...liked it."

"Wha?!" Vinyl's eyes reached the very size of the Moon upon hearing her friend's words. "Does it mean..." she began hopefully.

"It just means that sompony's lips taste nice," Octavia interrupted her with a smile, regaining her composure. "And I don't see any other ponies around."

"Well..." Vinyl grinned slyly. "I guess we can continue our little... game..." She leaned in closer to the grey pony, her hot breath falling onto the cellist's ear making her heart beat faster. "Truth or Dare?" she whipered into Octavia's ear.

"D-d-dare..." the cellist replied, closing her eyes.

"I dare you to kiss me," Vinyl said simply. "And this time-"

But Lady Luck surely wasn't playing on Vinyl's side that day, for she was interrupted for the umpteenth time that day, this time by Octavia's lips pressing into hers firmly, the cellist's tongue making its way into her mouth passionately. Vinyl's eyes widened in surprise, but she returned the kiss eagerly, bathing in pleasure.

It seemed that that moment would last for eternity, but since ponies need to breathe eventually, the mares broke the kiss, panting heavily, lying next to each other.

Perfect, Vinyl thought, licking her lips, savouring the taste of Octavia's lips, letting the warm pleasure reverberate through her entire body.

Octavia smiled, looking at the white pony. She wasn't sure what was about to happen, and why what has happened has indeed happened, but she knew one thing: she felt good, and she knew that Vinyl felt the same way. And for now, that was all that mattered.

"Hey, Vinyl?" Octavia asked, rolling over and pinning the surprised mare to the ground. "My turn. How about a truth?" she suggested, nibbling on the white mare's ear, making the DJ's cheeks flush with embarrassment and... arousal? Where did that come from? Vinyl wondered. Octavia kissed the white pony on the neck tenderly. Oh, that's where.

"Sure... Tavi," the DJ replied meekly.

"Do you wub yourself at night?"