After returning to his home with his two dates for the night, an interesting affair he had found himself in, he had Vinyl carry Trixie, passed out again, to her wagon. That would leave the house private for just him and the two girls he was not involved with.

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Despite the attempts to reassure her by the other mares earlier, Octavia was only really comfortable being herself with Benny at his house.

“Yes… and I’m glad we have it because I do believe we need to talk.”

Benny tilted his head down to see Octavia taking a seat on the couch, looking both frightened yet ecstatic. With so much going on, he had to question what had her so worked up.

Just as important, what the conversation she was about to start was going to cover, Vinyl returned.

Using her chipper, carefree voice she typically spoke in, she came in to set the pace.

“Yo, hot stuff. Why’d you skip out on all the sexy stuff past basics today? You wouldn’t believe all the crazy stuff your friends have been doing.”

So that was it. They were going to give him “The Talk.” Or at least that’s what he thought until Octavia pulled back on the potential overselling of accusations.

“Oh, do calm down, Vinyl. You’re making it sound like you’re disappointed.”

Considering the escalation of things, Benny could see where this was going. However, once again, he was set off course by Octavia, who was quick to take the proverbial reins.

“Benny, my dear. Don’t be so worried. After everything we’ve heard today, the biggest take away is that we have no idea what we’re doing and that we shouldn’t rush things. We just want to talk about it so-”

“Remember how you said you didn’t want to make any assumptions and walk in to see us kissing?” Vinyl asked with a huge shit-eating grin, immediately cutting Octavia off. “And then that totally happened? I think we're all trying to learn each other’s songs at the same time, but you're not sharing all your sheet music with us."

As clever as that analogy was, Octavia could already see that being taken the wrong way.

"Music references aside, we don’t think you’re ready. Vinyl and I haven't even had the chance to see how we really feel about each other either. Of course, while having a foal out of wedlock doesn't appear to be an issue for any of us, it still seems early to just jump at the opportunity that the others seem reticent on doing."

Ever the more free-spirited of the two, Vinyl flopped on the couch, leaving plenty of space for Benny to join them, then turned to him with a sultry grin.

“Not that we’re against having a smooch or two with you. You said no kisses on the first date. Last night was number two, stud.”

Benny gave an awkward smirk at the close proximity and looked like he was trying to laugh, but Vinyl could see that the joke made him at least a little uncomfortable.

"Don't worry, stud. Me and Tavi can keep each other occupied until you’re ready.”

Octavia's face instantly flushed with red, and her whole body went on high alert.

"Vinyl! We had one kiss, and we still don't…"

One look and Vinyl's grin gave the joke away, replacing the cellist’s embarrassment with flustered annoyance.

"Oh, for the love of… You are simply impossible, but… I am glad you keep me on the tips of my hooves."

With the emergency canceled, Benny decided to join them on the couch. Again, their soft approach, even with Vinyl's smart-ass jokes, Benny went back and forth with what he was doing. At the very least, he was willing to talk it out.

"I guess I should start by asking what else you were informed about and what questions you might have."

Without missing a beat, Vinyl leaned against Benny’s side and made a jerking motion with her hoof over his crotch.

"Yeah. How much does it cost for a money shot?"