Requiem Rivalry: Part 2The next morning, Vinyl's eyes opened to a familiar pair of lavender irises.
"Octavia? What...what happened?"
"You passed out from the shock," she answered. "Oh, and you might not want to move your right foreleg too much. It's not in the best shape."
Vinyl looked over at a clock on the nightstand, almost jumping up when she realized the time.
"I'm late for class!"
The pain shot through her body from her sudden movement, and at the same time, she took notice of something else wasn't amiss.
"...You're...not in class, Octavia..."
Octavia smiled. "I worked something out. I went to the principal this morning and explained the situation. Reverb and Distort were immediately called in and suspended before my very eyes, and your teachers are going to send your work here with somepony. They also asked somepony to stay with you and keep you up to date on the material."
"Well, where are they?" Vinyl asked.
Octavia gave her a smile and lightly bopped the unicorn's forehead with her hoof, causing he
Requiem Rivalry: Part 1"Dubstep!"Requiem Rivalry: Part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The familiar voices echoed throughout Princess Celestia's castle as the regal cellist Octavia exchanged a verbal battle with the disc-jockey Vinyl Scratch. The Grand Galloping Gala had just ended, and upon Vinyl's self-proclaimed 'fashionably late arrival', the two rivaling musicians had once again sparked up a pointless debate.
"You just couldn't possibly understand the true beauty of classical music!" Octavia exclaimed.
"You just refuse to let some good music rock your eardrums for once in your stuffy, miserable life!" Vinyl yelled in reply.
"Why, you obnoxious little party freak! You wouldn't know a good tune if it beat your flank halfway across Equestria!"
"And you call your slow, weak songs 'good'? Ol' Granny Smith in Ponyville knows my kinda music's way better than yours, and she's half deaf!"
Octavia immediately pointed her bow at Vinyl, glaring angrily at her.
"You've no right to be here, Vinyl Scratch. You're a simple party unico
Symphonic Wubs(Symphonic Wubs Starring the lovely and beautiful Grey pony name Octavia and the wild and party-going white pony with the magenta eyes name Vinyl Scratch AKA DJ-PON3)Symphonic Wubs2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Octavia's Journal, June 21st, 2012, Morning. Dear Celestia, it's hot here in Ponyville. The temperature felt like an oven. My whole body was sweating all over, it might as well be a shower. At least I wasn't suffering alone. Vinyl was breathing rapidly like a little puppy, it was just too cute. I hope our AC get's here quick, I paid so much bits for it, it should get her sooner than later. For now, the only thing the both of us can do is head by the lake and relax on the water. The lake was so messy, I would just stand and watch while Vinyl have her fun acting like a dolphin. That pony might be loud and rough, but she meant well. I'll never forget our days in Manehatten, which were my last days. Well I wouldn't say my last, I'll still go there, but I wouldn't live there. It was February; the last days of winter.
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"V-Vinyl, what has g-gotten into you?" Octavia mumbled through a shower of kisses and nuzzles, the unicorn being more aggressively affectionate than usual.
"You just look sexy tonight." She responded sensually, forcing her lover back even further towards their bedroom.
" I wouldn't worry about what's gotten into me but you might wanna think about what's gonna get into you " She whispered in her ear in the most sensual tone she could muster. Octavia's face turned a deep shade of crimson, returning the kisses almost as intensely as her partner.
The kisses grew more intense and more frequent with every passing moment, the brown pony finally forced onto her back when her rear legs made contact with the bed. Vinyl immediately straddled Octavia, continuing to shower her with gentle kisses and brushes of her mane, her tail gently twirling itself around her lover's.
Octavia's mind was in a flurry. 'Vinyl is being more aggressive than usual I could DEFINITELY g
A Christmare Carol: Part 1"Bah. Humbuck."A Christmare Carol: Part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The complaint came from an irritable-looking gryphon, standing atop a tall hill overlooking the simple town of Ponyville. But it was much different than normal. Ponyville, along with all of Equestria, had been shrouded in the cold blanket of Winter. Snow covered the ground, flora and rooftops of the small town, and decorations for the Ponyville celebration of the Winter's Festival had been thrown up on all the houses. Lights of multiple colors, wreathes with fake holly adorning them decoratively, and trees wrapped in tinsel, covered in ornaments and topped with stars and angels visible through every window.
"Oh, come on, G, lighten up a bit!"
The excited retort came from a cyan pegasus with a prismatic mane standing beside the gryphon. She was bundled up in a Winter coat designed by her good friend Rarity not only to fit snugly and keep her warm, but also to resemble the aeronautic acrobats she so adored: the Wonderbolts. The coat and its matching scarf held
Allegrezza - Part NineteenVinyl barely breathed, hardly even dared to blink her eyelids. It wasn't a tense silence when Octavia's cello finally fell silent, her private concert completed with a fluttering crescendo. No, it was the calmest silence Vinyl had ever experienced, a moment which neither pony wanted to break.Allegrezza - Part Nineteen3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She could almost sense the fine, spidersilk-like strands that bonded her and Octavia together for that one, infinite moment. The moment that simply hung time in the air, the sensation of the bond feeling stronger, sturdier, yet one soft whisper would blow the moment away. She simply lay were she was, Octavia's head resting on her shoulder, that adorable little manedo she had falling across Vinyl's chest. She wasn't even sure if she was awake, she seemed as peaceful as a pony in the deepest realms of sleep.
However, Octavia was, in fact, of this waking world. She still felt detached from it, like Equestria was rushing past around them, while they experienced everything each second could offer to th
Skipped a Beat...Skipped a Beat...Skipped a Beat...3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Come on Tavi, Why not?!" asked a mildly irritated Vinyl Scratch.
"I'm not going to tell you again. Just no, I refuse." replied Octavia, she was getting more annoyed by the second. She also hated it when the filly unicorn used that name for her.
Since their classes at Canterlot's Academy for the Musically Gifted ended for the day, Scratch hadn't left the young grey filly's side. It was their last day of classes before their week long study break, and the white unicorn was trying to get Octavia to go out with her. For months now, Scratch had developed a huge crush on Octavia and made it her goal to ask her out. During their entire time at the academy, the two fillies never really saw eye to eye. They were constantly butting heads with one another, mostly due to the fact that they were each other's biggest competition. Scratch was well known all around the school for her amazing beat mixing talent, as well as her reputation as a player among the other fillies. Octavia o
Truth: Part Fifteen"Well, you look happy this morning."Truth: Part Fifteen3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There was a long pause in Vinyl's kitchen, wherein Vinyl was doing anything but listening to Lyra. The mint unicorn's irritation showed.
"Huh? Oh, hi Lyra. Didn't see you there."
Vinyl's eyes furrowed. She didn't want to be broken from her reverie, especially if it was only to say hello to Lyra. Lyra scowled and stepped close to her white counterpart, trying to keep her attention.
"Why do you look so chipper this morning? Mornings aren't really your thing, you know."
It took all of Vinyl's self-control to not roll her eyes. She always got really sick of Lyra telling her about herself like she didn't know. Her irritation washed away quickly, though, as she remembered why exactly she was in a good mood on such a chilly, grey autumn day.
"Just in a good mood, is that okay?" Irritation laced Vinyl's words in spite of the imploding levels of happiness she felt inside.
"Well yeah. I mean, I'm not telling you you can't be happy.
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Mounting entries on her to-do list coupled with a draining amount of time in which to attend to them had made Octavia somewhat irritable. The night of the Gala was upon them, and she was expected to be in attendance with her ensemble in no less than an hour. As such, it was very much to her chagrin that she discovered Vinyl asleep on the bed, where she should have already begun changing into her outfit.
A burst of sharp jabs to the stomach remedied the situation, and Vinyl's bleary eyes were met with the sight of a rather indignant Octavia bearing down on her.
"Vinyl, are you asleep?!"
A brief respite was given from the intent glare, as Vinyl's hooves shakily rubbed her eyes.
"Yeah...I was, what's up?"
Octavia practically cuffed Vinyl to her hooves, her benevolence somewhat lessened by copious amounts of stress, and an impatient cart driver waiting outside to bear them away to the palace.
"You're what's meant to be up! Come on! Ge
Fairy Tales Ch.1Fairy TalesFairy Tales Ch.13 years ago in Romance More Like This
Written by Closer-To-The-Sun (Joseph Noblit)
Chapter 1: Give A Little Bit
It was a sunny day in Ponyville. The sky was dotted with a few clouds, most were small and easily drifting in the wind. In the library, Twilight Sparkle was cleaning the building with her small dragon assistant, Spike. The purple unicorn used her magic to stack the books neatly next to the dragon, to which Spike placed the book on the correct shelf using his small ladder. This was their normal Sunday routine, which would end with a gem as a treat for Spike, his favorite part. However, their ritual was interrupted by a knock at the front door.
"Hmm? I wonder who that could be?" Twilight asked herself as she slowly made her way to the door to open it. Behind the door was a white unicorn with a stylish purple mane. She looked a little troubled and slightly stressed, "Oh, hello there, Rarity."
"Hello, Twilight," she replied, her voice seemed to be concerned.
"What brings you to the library today?" the pur
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Octavia awoke the next morning to a loud banging on her door. She rubbed her eyes open, smiling thinking that it was her Scratch arriving early. She was excited to think about the two of them having an all day bed day. The grey filly looked over and saw that her friend, Beauty Brass, had already gotten up and left for breakfast. She hopped out of bed silently thanking her friend for leaving and happily trotted over to the door, quickly fixing her mane before pulling it open. Her smile slightly faded as she realized that the pony standing in the door wasn't her fillyfriend. Octavia then became extra concerned when she realized it was a very distraught and tired looking Soundcheck looking back at her.
"Check, what's wrong?" she began. "Where's Scratch? She was supposed to be here this morning."
Soundcheck looked down at the floor and pushed back her tears before she began to talk. "Listen Tavi, it was horrible. Scratch
GraziosoVinyl Scratch opened her eyes and immediately regretted it. Sometime during the night, the purple blanket she had hung over the window to block the light had fallen, letting the sun shine into her room in all it's blinding glory. After a few moments of gathering courage, the white unicorn she let her eyes part, just enough to squint out the window. Calculating the angle of the sun, she grumbled to herself quietly. It was too early for a DJ of her stature to be awake. It wasn't even noon yet.Grazioso3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Her musings were cut short as an iron grey hoof suddenly reached around her waist as a pair of soft lips brushed against her cheek. Abruptly Vinyl changed her mind about being awake early. Usually by the time she crawled out of bed, her sweetheart had gotten out of bed and was either off to practice or cooking lunch, depending on the day. Vinyl layed in the embrace, wanting the moment to last forever. But being the active and energetic pony she was, she got bored eventually. She turned her head and
The Sound of Equestria Pt 1Outside of Vinyl's window the Sun was rising. Birds chirped as they flew happily around her little house in Canterlot. Yawning, she pulled back the covers of her bed and drowsily wiped the sleep from her eyes.The Sound of Equestria Pt 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Today is the day," she muttered to herself, "My last day at home."
It struck her, not for the first time, that she would not be waking to her cosy little blue painted bedroom for almost a year after today. Her feather bed, her pictures of friends and family that plastered her walls, her little filly-sized practice cello in the corner. This would be the last she saw of them for a long time.
"I'm not a little filly anymore, though," she said as she made her way to her mirror. That was what Mother always said.
It sure didn't feel that way as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her messy blue mane that never stayed the way she wanted it, her tiny horn that could barely lift a hairbrush with its magic and, worst of all, her blank, cutie mark-less flank.
She sighed and focused
Allegrezza - Part Seven+Vinyl snuck the tip of her hoof under the record, flicking it so that the record somersaulted up into the air, before catching it with her teeth. She bowed and thanked her audience, before revealing her iridescent grin to Octavia. Octavia was loathe to admit it, but Vinyl had thrived without the aid of her horn. Though she had to give Vinyl her due, she was glad the show had went without any catastrophic failures that would culminate in the mob storming the stage. Octavia still had to buy the drinks tonight, though.Allegrezza - Part Seven+3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"So, Octy. Shall we head to the bar for those drinks you owe me?"
Octavia tried her best to save face. Which, for her, meant she took up a huffy posture with her forelegs crossed.
"I suppose, considering I lost my wager. It must be said that you did well tonight. However...I'd prefer somewhere with a bit more..." She glanced at the clientele, noting the general slack-jawed look of them all. "...Liveliness, and some elegance to boot."
"Y'know, Octy. For once, I'm feelin' the
Allegrezza - Part Nine+Octavia brandished her chocolate-pickle tipped spear at Vinyl's muzzle, who had her own stick locked between her teeth. The two stared each other down, willing the other to make the first strike. It was Octavia who made the first light jab, aiming for Vinyl's mouth. Vinyl parried the stick with a deft move of her own, poking Octavia's cheek for good measure. Octavia jabbed once more, pulling back as Vinyl moved to block the attack, then bombing the pickled onion straight into her open mouth. She laughed triumphantly, a wicked grin spreading across her face as Vinyl grimaced at the taste in her mouth.Allegrezza - Part Nine+3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
To an outside observer, this may have presented itself as being slightly foalish. However, the barcolt had drawn differing conclusions to what a pony with a closer view and a cleaner mind may have created. He coughed lightly; a professional cough, perfectly calculated to be audible, but not intrusive. Truly, learning to cough in the right manner was half a barcolt's job, the other half - s
Three's a Crowd: Chapter Twenty-Nine"Octavia, would you be a dear and run down to the market for me?" Madeline asked, trotting up to her. It was around lunch-time, and Madeline was short on ingredients for her famous Winter Stew. "I would ask your father but he's busy cleaning the snow off the fields so he can till them."Three's a Crowd: Chapter Twenty-Nine3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Of course, Mother. What do you need?" Octavia asked, moving over to the kitchen table. She retrieved a parchment and pen to write down a list.
"Okay. I need an onion or two, around six or seven carrots, some garlic cloves, tomatoes, rosemary, clam broth and parsley."
Octavia finished writing, and set the pen down. "Anything else, Mother?"
"Not off the top of my head." Madeline then hoofed her a small pouch full of bits. "This should be more than enough. Just head on down to the grocery store on the far end of town, dear. Thank you!" Madeline said, giving Octavia a small kiss on the forehead. "Be careful, that area is not quite as forward and welcoming as this side of town."
"No need to worry, Mother. I
Allegrezza - Part Twenty-ThreeOctavia set the case on the stage, deftly flicking open the clips and unveiling the instrument within. The whole situation was much calmer now, especially in contrast to her ragged nerves that night. Zimmer knew her skill and prowess, she had nothing to prove this time. Instead, she simply had to learn the notes required for her.Allegrezza - Part Twenty-Three3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Learning was something that came relatively naturally to Octavia. Truly, any musician worth their salt-lick was also a fast learner. Decoding notes, rhythm and timbre at a speed ponies of other professions found difficult to match. Octavia's own specialty was more the art of learning and understanding a piece. Looking beyond the notes and timing to the emotion behind it, mimicking the composer's emotion and intent with each saw of her bow. If she were to try, she could most likely learn any instrument she wished to. It was simply a matter of preference and habit that she stayed loyal to her cello after all these years.
It was a gift from her father, no less. A
Allegrezza - Part TenVinyl carried her alcohol with roughly the same precision that she carried herself while under its influence. In effect, not very well at all. A hoofful of Stagner's bottles later, and she devolved into a barely coherent mass of stumbling limbs and slurred speech. While it had crossed the minorly tipsy Octavia's mind to simply let her walk home, and maybe watch at a distance with a box of popcorn, she decided it was for the better to help her somewhere safe where she could allow her liver to slog its way through the backlog of alcohol in her system.Allegrezza - Part Ten3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Thankfully Vinyl's choice in the winebar for the night had placed them within reasonable distance of Octavia's apartment. So Octavia had opted to take her home, (not that Vinyl was anywhere near capable of conveying a yay or neigh on that question.) It was due to this turn of events that Octavia found herself half-propping, half-dragging Vinyl to her home. In essence she had become a ponified crutch, and admittedly, her alcohol intake for t
Showmareship"Booo! Get off the stage!" The brown, spiky haired stallion yelled. His words were echoed by those around him. They could be heard amidst the murmur of the crowd, which had taken a turn for the worse. Twilight struggled to remain calm in the presence of such open hostility, not to mention the odd ballistic vegetable, and carried on.Showmareship3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"So, you'll all, uh, notice there's nothing up my, um, s-sleeve..." Twilight was sweating buckets and her voice resembled Fluttershy with a heavy cold.
"You're not wearing anything with sleeves!" A wag at the back shouted. The crowd laughed again and somepony else launched a tomato at the little purple pony. It impacted with the top hat she'd been forced to wear and knocked it off with a splat, leaving Twilight stood stock still on the stage. Her horn began to flare up, and before she knew it she'd vanished with a small pop.
Though she didn't know it, the crowd cheered.
Twilight Sparkle, amateur showpony and talented mage, crashed into the trailer s
Party. Sleep. Repeat.Luna walked through the streets of Canterlot, still hardly believing her eyes. The city was awake, even at night, and although she had spent the last months studying it from afar, being in the thick of things was an entirely different experience.Party. Sleep. Repeat.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As much as she admired the city, she was a little uneasy. Her visit to Ponyville had gone well enough in the end, but only because she had deigned to visit on the one day ponies wanted to be scared by her. The citizens of Equestria had yet to really accept their second Princess, even in her own home; the frightened looks and furtive whispers from the courtiers in the castle were bad enough, even with Celestia there to set them straight, and Luna knew it would only be worse in the city proper. Ponies are always much more agitable when there are a lot of them all crammed into a small place, and cities didn't come much more cramped than Canterlot. If you introduce a herd of stre
Allegrezza - Part Twenty-SixThe quartet of acquaintances finally departed the side room. With the truce now in place, Zimmer sighed as he looked at his watch. It had taken the pair of string instrumentalists an hour to essentially tell one another to be quiet and play the notes. This job was too taxing for an elderly stallion. After his paycheck went through, he'd book a nice, permanent holiday to the beaches of Sri Llama.Allegrezza - Part Twenty-Six3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Vinyl and Bonbon got comfortable in the seating area once again, while Lyra and Octavia reclaimed their space on the stage. Each found the sheet music they had scattered around in their standoff, and pored over it together. Octavia noted an interesting point in the notations scattered over the page, sparking her interest into the nature of the musical piece.
"Intriguing, he has your harp playing in lieu of a guitar. I imagine he couldn't find a guitarist to match your ability?"
"Nor a bassist to match yours. Hmm, I hope this is more than just a hashed together band, Octavia."
"I'm sure it will
Allegrezza - Part SixteenVinyl finally managed to dislodge the treacherous treat from her trachea with a fit of heaving coughs, aided by Bonbon's frantic hoof patting her back to help her along. She had to admit, she was glad the cupcake had been ejected before somepony started the Hooflich Maneuver on her. Her normally porcelain-white face was blushing a similar shade to her eyes, and her heart was fighting against her rib cage as if it wanted to escape before the whole respiration thing got a little ugly.Allegrezza - Part Sixteen3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bonbon leaned back from her vigorous back patting, glancing at the tray before setting it out of both their reaches. "No problem at all. Sorry if I shocked you."
Her breathing had improved, but the blushing only increased. "Shocked? I'm not shocked, I'm cool with fiillyfo-with being with mares and all, it's okay. Just that yeh, I didn't know you could actually marry another mare."
Bonbon giggled into her hoof, her beige cheeks lighting up slightly. She was especially quick
Allegrezza - Part Twenty-One"I suppose I could hardly have expected an emotionally searching evaluation of last night, then?"Allegrezza - Part Twenty-One3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Aww, come on. When was I ever big with emotions and stuff?"
Octavia shifted slightly, causing her stomach to quake. It was far later than her usual breakfast time, maybe she should break away from Vinyl for a moment to gather up some food.
"Are you hungry, Vinyl?"
"Sorta, got any Cheerileeos?"
"I have pancakes. Will pancakes do?"
"Only if they're the big, flat pancakes. Not those little, fat dumpy ones."
Octavia groaned. "Yes, yes, I will make you some crepes. You'll just need to get off me first."
"As you wish."
Octavia braced herself against the sofa's back, pushing Vinyl onto the floor. She casually stepped over her, before going into the kitchen to prepare their pancakes. Vinyl took a minute or two to realise what had happened, before she regathered her tangled pile of limbs and got back onto her hooves. She trotted over to the
Allegrezza - Part EighteenVinyl had, true to her word, spent the intervening time between Octavia's departure and subsequent arrival eating roughly half her body mass in chocolate fondue treats. It had essentially culminated in a conveyor-belt like motion with the waiter simply depositing a pile of marshmallows, fruit and sweets next to the fountain, and leaving her to it. She was in the very careful process of levitating a stick made of three skewers held together by marshmallows coating every millimetre of it's length into the cascading confectionery goodness. Who would have fruit with chocolate anyway?Allegrezza - Part Eighteen3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was in this precise zone of concentration that rarely came to Vinyl, that Octavia found her. Or, more accurately, Octavia sidelined in her a full-body-tackle-come-crushing-hug. After recovering the air from her lungs with a few gasping breaths, Vinyl looked up to see the overbearing grin on Octavia's face.
"You..got the...place then?"
Octavia nodded her head in a rapid manner that seemed capable of s
Allegrezza - Part Thirty-OneThe midnight moonlight crept through the curtains, illuminating the room within. Eerie protrusions burst forth from the floor and walls, casting grim and wavering shadows that seemed to stalk their way across the room. Octavia had never enjoyed nighttime, her night sight had never been something to shout about. Sadly, Vinyl's room was full of all manner of debris, casting irregular pony-shaped shadows onto her imagination.Allegrezza - Part Thirty-One3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The problem being, of course, that Octavia couldn't sleep. But an hour ago, this had been something of an advantage during the nighttime activities. Now though, it kept her mind turning over the same niggling doubts, snowballing them into overbearing worries and trepidations. She glanced at her...partner. She supposed that was the correct term, was it not? It had been a worryingly infrequent label that she had been unable to apply to many other ponies. Yes, the insufferably idiotic- yet practically saintly - mare laying beside her was her partner. Octavia felt assure