An Island, Two Mares and a Bottle of Rum

Chapter Five

When the Fan Faces a Certain Old Acquaintance

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Kissing was fun. Vinyl had learned it well; and from experience, no less.

Octavia was not fun. That was a proven fact as well: throughout the years the DJ had known her, Octavia was the very opposite of everything connected with fun. Posh, stuck-up and snooty, the grey cellist could easily bore the hay out of anypony. Hell, watching tortoise races was more interesting than hanging out with Octavia!

But... Strangely enough, kissing Octavia was a whole new level of fun. Like. the fun had been not only doubled, but tripled, or quad...something. Vinyl wasn't renowned for her impressive vocabulary, and she had no desire to change that.

The white unicorn rolled over to face the grey mare, who had a most stupid grin on her face, though, the DJ adored it greatly. She placed a gentle kiss on Octavia's forehead, making the cellist giggle and blush a little. Satisfied with the outcome, Vinyl repeated her actions over and over, much to the cellist's delight.

Take it slooow, Vinyl, the DJ told herself, trying to keep her urges at bay. Just kissing, right? Slooow, like a turtle... um, tortoise... whatever. Vinyl felt her cheeks flush despite herself and stopped abruptly, leaning away from the beautiful cellist.

"Hmm?" Octavia murmured disapprovingly. "Why'd you stop, Vinyl?" Her frown very well depicted the fact that the grey mare was pretty much in the mood for some old good saliva exchange. In fact, the two mares could probably set up a bodily fluids exchange company, given the vigour they had shown throughout the few last hours.

"Um... I..." Vinyl scratched the back of her head sheepishly. Come on, say it, Vinyl! You're both grown mares, for buck's sake! However, the DJ's train of trought soon changed tracks, not able to stay occupied on one subject for more than a few seconds. Hmm... Why do we say, 'for buck's sake', anyway? I mean, buck is not a god, last time I checked...

"Vinyl?" Octavia demanded, causing the white unicorn to snap out of her internal philosophical debate and back to reality.

"Oh, I... I mean..." Vinyl put on her best sultry expression; though, if she were given a mirror, she would have screamed in fear upon seeing her pathetic attempt. "You see, we're here all alone..." she began, shifting even closer to Octavia.

"Yes, we are." The cellist blinked in lack of understanding.

"As in, all alone..." Vinyl empasised, leaning over the mare in a manner that disregarded all laws of physics and probably sent Isaac Colton turning over in his grave. Hmm, if we could attach a generator to his grave... Argh, Vinyl, no! Go  back to sexy thoughts, now!

"Yes?" Octavia still couldn't get a grip of the situation. What is she implying?

"We could, you know?" Vinyl winked.

"We could what?" Octavia blinked in return.

The DJ groaned and facehoofed. "We could buck, Tavi!"

Octavia frowned. "I do not quite get what you mean, Vinyl-"

And here I was, thinking that I was the stupid one... Vinyl gritted her teeth. "Come on, Tavi! Do I have to spell it for you? B-U-C-K. B comes first. Bitching Universal Cumming Kaleidoscope. Bachelors' United Conclusion on Karma. Buck."

Octavia's mouth fell agape, and her cheeks immediately turned red, but the emotional unicorn was still going on.

"-Roll in the hay, do the dirty dance, walk the kitty, do the jingle-jangle, take a bath in solar sunshine, study for the final exams, get the-"

"I get it, Vinyl," the cellist interrupted her friend, who stopped mid-phrase. "Just..." she sighed. "I don't think I'm ready. I mean, I like you..." She looked at the white unicorn. "And you are rather sexy," she admitted. "But I just don't think I'm ready yet. I-"

"No, I understand." Vinyl nodded, mentally scolding herself for forcing Octavia's feelings. "That's all right: we'll... um... discuss it later. You know, when we've been dating for some longer time." She pondered for a moment. "You can say 'for some longer time', right? It doesn't break some universal grammar rules or something?"

Octavia chuckled, happy that the uneasy moment was resolved so well. "You can speak whatever you like, Vinyl." She smiled at the white mare, who now had a proud look on her face. "But who said we were dating? If anything, you haven't asked me out yet..." The grey teaser smiled in delight upon seeing the white mare's dismay that was instantly displayed on her face.

"I- I- I! I mean, Taviwillyoubemymarefriend?!" the DJ blurted out, making the cellist laugh light-heartedly.

"I already am, Vinyl," Octavia giggled. "I was just messing with you." She tossed her black hair back, a gesture that immediately commanded Vinyl's attention.

"Wow. Cool. Um..." Vinyl blinked. "So, um, now that we're dating, I can call you Octy?" She grinned.

"No."

"Tavs?"

"No."

"Octahedron?"

"No- what?!" Octavia took a step back, a look of genuine shock plastered on her face. "You know what an octahedron is?!" Maybe I shouldn't have questioned Vinyl's intelligence... she mused.

"Nope." Vinyl shook her head. "But it totally sounds like a cool robot name! You know, like those big robots with guns crushing everything and-"

Octavia rolled her eyes. No, she's still as dumb as she was. She listened to her newly acquired marefriend's babbling. Something about robots, and giant dinosaurs... She is so childish, so loud, so... wonderful. Why do I like her so much? the cellist questioned herself, just as she felt something cold under her hoof. Slowly, she took a step back and lowered her gaze, only to see a bottle half-hidden in the sand, a small piece of paper inside.

"Vinyl?"

"And then he just whooshed out of nowhere and-"

"Vinyl."

"And BLAM! The robot crushed his-"

"Vinyl!" Octavia yelled, drawing the DJ's attention.

"Yes, Tavi?" she asked nonchalantly.

"Look. A bottle." The grey mare pointed at the glass object, prompting Vinyl to come closer.

"Cool! There's a note inside!" Vinyl levitated the bottle and opened it eagerly, despite the protests of her marefriend, who, as any sane pony, had concluded that it was indeed dangerous to touch an object that had been lying in deep (all right, maybe not so deep...) sands, even with one's telekinesis.

"I wonder if it's some sort of treasure map so we can find the treasure and get rich and-" Vinyl's pupils widened as she read the note and she gulped.

"What's there?" Octavia asked, a look of concern striking her face. She peered into the note, inspecting it closely while Vinyl held it with her trembling magical grip.

Somepony, anypony at all!

Help me. Help me please. I'm stuck here. There's no way out. I've eaten all the dates and... The hoof-writing became muddled and irrecognisable for a few lines. No, they are coming. They are always coming at this time. Please, Celestia, let this bottle sail away to Equestria safely.

The two mares exhanged pale looks.

Vinyl gulped again.

"Shit."