Octavia pone is sad, how does anon cheer her up?
>>25772950
The only way I know how:hugs
>>25772950
>>25773080
>call her name
>blankly stare at her
>extend arms
>???
>profit
>The sun sets over Canterlot, orange rays of Celesta's grace filtering between the edifices
>Light falls through Octavia's apartment window, as you, Anon, her friend and lover, prepares dinner for his soon-to-return grey mare of a wife.
>She is a little late, but she is a busy mare, being one of the best up-and-coming cellists in the Canterlot classical scene and all.
>You close the oven door on his culinary concoction, just as you hear that familiar open and shut of his own front door.
>You peak your head from the kitchen into the nicely furnished living room of your apartment
>Octavia is at the entrance, putting away her coat and bag, stoic as ever, but more than a bit glassy-eyed.
>You are clueless.
"Hey honey, dinner is almost ready. I found that new wine you like, braising some nice veggies with it."
>"Mhm."
>Finally, you notice something is amiss.
"Everything OK? How was your day?"
>"I...I presented my concerto to the Canterlot Philharmonic Society today, and..."
>Uh-oh.
>Tears quickly start well up in her violet eyes.
>You are out in the living room now, apron on, looking at her small, statuesque form.
>"They...they rejected it."
>"Four years of hard work, and they rejected it."
>The tears are flowing now, like rivers of sorrow down her subtly reddened face.
>Her voice trembles, finally breaking.
>"I'm...I'M A FAILURE!", she cries as she dashes down the hall towards the bedroom, sobbing profusely.
>You hear the bedroom door open and slam.
>You are in stunned silence.
>Finally, you close your eyes, and drop your head.
>You heave a sorrowful sigh.
>Quickly throwing off the apron, you head down the hall.
>>25773753First-time writefag, be gentle.
>>25772950
cum on her face
>>25772950
Sing https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8UHBkWrzZ-Q to her, while hugging her and swaying to the beat of the song.
She'll never admit it, but it's her favorite song.
>>25773753
>25773753
morr pls
>>25773753
bumping
we can't leave off with Tavi in her room crying
There's only one possible way.
>rape
>>25772950
I just want to call her donkey.
MY NAME IS DONKEYVIAAAAAAA
>>25775078
>>25774468
Ayyyy glad you guys liked it (same writefag here)
Got shit to do today, but I will continue the feels when I get back.
Sick dubs btw
>>25773753
bump
>>25772950
>rapefor the sole purpose of procreation
>>25772950
Play her Vivaldi's Spring and Summer
bump for best background
>>25773753
>You walk down the dimly lit hall, reaching your bedroom door, the last one on the left.
>You can see yellow light peaking from below the door.
>You can hear the subtle weeping of your petite pony wife.
>Taking a deep breath, you gently open the door and peer inside.
>You see Octavia, her slim form curled into the fetal position on your bed.
"Octavia, can I come in?"
>"Go away. Leave me alone." she sorrowfully stutters, as she continues to quietly weep.
>You've been in a relationship long enough to know that that means "Stay, I need you."
>You gently enter, shutting the door behind you.
>You sit at the end of the bed.
>"Come here," you bid her, patting your hand on the bed. "Come on."
>She hesitates, but slowly, she crawls her way over to you, moving under your arm.
>You wrap your arm around her lovingly, holding her close, her soft, warm body pressing against yours.
"Tell me what happened. Please."
>"I already told you, they rejected me!” she responds, plaintive anger in her voice.
>"I worked on that concerto for four years, and they dismissed it like it was common trash."
>"I can still see the looks on the judges' faces. The coldness in their eyes..."
>She begins to tear up again, and buries her face in your chest, openly weeping.
>Soon after, she moves her face away from your chest, and begins to sit up straight, trying to regain her composure.
>"I'm...I'm sorry, Anon" she sniffles. "I hate to have you see me like this. I must look so foolish, bawling like a little filly."
>She looks down to the floor, an air of saddened shame about her.
>A pause, then you speak.
"Tavi, look at me."
>She looks at you, eyes still red from the tears.
>You lift your hand to her face, placing it on her left cheek.
>Using your thumb, you wipe a bit of tear from her face.
>Her face lightens, calmed by your touch.
>She wraps her hooves around your arm and gazes expectantly in your eyes.
>>25782224
"You never need to hide how you feel from me."
"And you have every right to be feel the way you do."
"This would be a heavy thing to have happen on anyone."
>Octavia drops her head slightly in shame, but as you continue to speak, she raises again.
"But what I want to remember is this: you are the most talented, beautiful mare I have ever met."
>She blushes slightly, smiling even slighter still.
"Those judges? Screw 'em! I don't care if they're part of Celestia's personal entourage! They obviously don't know talent when they see it!"
"Don't let what they, or anyone else, think of you determine how you feel about yourself. This is only a minor setback, the beginning of something great."
"You are a beautiful, talented mare, and with these hooves..."
>You place your other hand on her supple hooves.
"You can the most magnificent music Equestria has ever heard."
>Octavia's muzzle breaks into a smile, and tears of joy begin streaming down her still damp face.
>She quickly embraces you, squeezing tightly, her face back in your chest.
>You return the gesture in kind.
>The two of you sit there, at the edge of the bed, human and pony, intertwined in a loving embrace, her head inches away from your beating heart
>This moment could last forever, and you would not mind one bit.
>Octavia loosens her grip, moving slightly away, and looks up at you.
>A pause, and she raises herself slightly to kiss you.
>Again, you return the gesture.
>For an eternal moment, you share a passionate kiss with the love of your life.
>The kiss ends and you both back away slightly.
"Wow...talk about kissing the cook."
>Octavia giggles, smiling that smile you love so much.
>"I love you, Anon."
"I love you too, Tavi."
>Octavia smiles, then opens her mouth slightly to speak, but stops.
>She smacks her lips together, as if trying to taste something.
>"Have you...have you been drinking that wine I like?", she curiously inquires.
>You pause. "...well, a good cook always samples his ingredients."
>>25782849
>Octavia's face moves from neutral curiosity to a snide smirk.
>"Hmph, well, I hope you saved some from me."
>You look at her and smirk back.
"I'll do you one better. I've been saving a nice bottle of brandy for a special occasion. How about after dinner, we break it open. I think you've earned it."
>Octavia closes her eyes, cocks her head, and tenderly smiles.
>"That sounds lovely."
>You both get up and make your ways toward the kitchen.
>Together.
>The food and drink are exquisite.
>As is the company.
>>25772950
Take her by the hoof and begin dancing
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>>25781020
Post a pic instead. bump is ugly and no one wants to contribute to a thread with a desparate anon.
>>25772950
>>25772950
By massaging and sniffing her sweaty butt and tell her how amazing it is.
>>25782224
>>25782849
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>>25772950
I had a dream that she was in the CSO and I was the new guy, hotshot 22 year old principle trumpet college player fresh out of college. and he thought I was douchey, cuz dat trumpet player ego. I eventually won her over. Also yes, I'm a music major.
>>25784765
Shit,
*she
>>25784765
>he
haha
gay
>>25773753
>>25782224
>>25782849
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>>25772950
Only poetry may heighten her moods anytime
By poetry I mean greentext
Gonna learn greentexting
Octaviabelly rubs
hello
