Vinyl Does A Thing With Octavia
Vinyl Does A Thing With Octavia
A story by That Gamer, originally published July 7th, 2012
Edited by Hellfilly Deluxe on February 17th and 18th, 2014
"You vear contacts under your glasses?" Octavia asked all confused like.
"Well, how else would I have cerise eyes when they're really red?" Vinyl scoffed. "I mean, get with it, 'Tavia."
"That... Really makes no sense," Octavia pointed out.
"Well, what do you know?" Vinyl said with a small laugh.
"A lot more then you, that's for sure."
Vinyl rolled her eyes, not that Octavia could see it. The two were walking around PonyVille, not really going anywhere but, at the same time, they were doing it for a reason. Hopefully, they would figure it out soon.
"Actually, that is a good question," Octavia told Vinyl. "Vhat are ve doing?"
"I dunno," Vinyl muttered with a shrug, even though she really doesn't have shoulders. Then again, none of them have any fingers, but that's not important right now. "But there is this record I've been wanting..."
"No," Octavia snapped. "It's costing both of us our four hooves to pay for those silly things."
"They're not silly!" Vinyl argued. "They're like CDs, but you can't scratch them! Except for when I scratch them, that's awesome. Besides, you have, like, a ton of 'em too! All this classical crap..."
"The ansver is still no," Octavia said flatly.
It got silent after that, so Octavia let her eyes wander. They eventually stopped on this one pony who appeared to be walking into a wall over and over again. This was Screwball.
Vinyl noticed Octavia was looking at said pony and commented, "Hey, look, it's the last point on the Derpy scale."
"Hey!" Derpy, was flying overhead, probably on her route or something, "Dinky told me nopony used that anymore!" And she flew off.
"Hey, I was talking about her, not you!" Vinyl shouted after the very popular Pegasus. "You're a lot smarter then her!... I think. I-I mean, you would probably have a reason for doing what she's doing! So calm your teats!"
Octavia gave Vinyl a small hit with her hoof and went off. Vinyl followed.
"Derpy needs to calm down?" Octavia asked disapprovingly, giving Vinyl the "I know I shouldn't care because it's you, but I feel the need to bring it up anyways" look, which came up every other week.
Vinyl sniffed. That's it. No significance to anything. She just sniffed. "You know how I am," she said. "I'm just one of those unicorns who can give a straight opinion."
"Yes, because you're the only one," Octavia muttered with a very delicate undertone of sarcasm, not very noticeable at first listen, but repeated ones reveal a light flavour that adds to the overall experience.
"I heard that," Vinyl told Octavia with a smirk. "I tell you, I give the truth straighter then Rainbow Dash and you know how bendy that road is."
Facehoof. "I have told you once and I vill say it again," Octavia sighed. "Rainbov is not, how you shall say, a homosexual."
"I'm just joshing, whatever that means," Vinyl laughed. Oh, how she loved to mess with Octavia. Even though she really didn't.
"Can't you ever be serious?" Octavia wondered aloud.
More silence followed.
Vinyl made a small "tch" sound. "So hows about Screwball back there?" she enquired slowly. "She's a pretty messed up pony, eh?"
"Vinyl, you knov I don't like to talk about ponies that aren't right in the head," Octavia said quickly. "Now hov about Marine Sandvich?"
Vinyl's glasses slid down just enough so that Octavia could see her blink in confusion.
The cello playing pony sighed again. But that's because she didn't know that all her jokes failed.
"Speaking of that aren't right," Vinyl started, pushing her glasses back up with magic since it's impossible to walk with three legs, "how did Time Turner get his wings that one time?"
"I have a theory," Octavia replied, sounding all smart like. "You see-"
"He's the Doctor!" Vinyl interrupted.
"Actually, I was going to say that-" Octavia started again, but Vinyl suddenly saw something, did a very Pinkie Pie-eque gasp and ran off to the right.
"Oh m-my Celestia..." Vinyl stammered in pure disbelief. She was staring in a store window at something she thought she'd never see. "This record was s-supposed t-to be out of p-p-print..."
"Vhat is it nov?" Octavia was getting slightly annoyed with Vinyl. (Which was a new record in terms of not getting annoyed... Hey, if you lived with Vinyl...)
Vinyl dragged Octavia over with more MAGICK and pointed one hoof at it. It was a record labelled only on the front as Household Objects.
Octavia read the name, along with price at the bottom of the display. "Four hooves?" she exclaimed. "Goodness, they're getting cruelly literal vith this!"
"Well, I don't need these hooves anyways," Vinyl said all at once, rushing in.
"Vinyl!" Octavia shouted, running in after her.
At the counter inside, nobody was there, so Vinyl just standing there, looking like she was about to explode in happiness. Octavia came in moments later.
"You can't do this," Octavia hissed. "Get out of this store at once."
"Make me," Vinyl said simply.
"Fine." Octavia got a hold of Vinyl's tail with her mouth and started to drag her out.
I cannot believe I have to do this, Octavia thought, trying not to taste Vinyl's tail since she obviously never washed it. Dragging her out of a store like a child... This is just unbelievable... Vait, vasn't there tail in my mouth a couple seconds ago?
And, wouldn't you know it, Vinyl somehow managed to either teleport or pull herself free of Octavia's jaw. She was already back at the counter waiting eagerly when, naturally, one of the store's employees came out.
"I want that record in the-" Vinyl stopped when she saw exactly who she was talking to.
It wasn't that out of the ordinary. Just a purple, grown mare with a white and dark purple mane and tail with a horn and wings... Wait...
"That record in the window?" the obvious OC asked. "Um, yeah, you can have that if you have the money."
"OK..." Vinyl was shocked. And stunned. She asked in a hushed tone, "Why are you, like, an Alicorn?"
"Why does it matter?" the Alicorn asked back.
Vinyl just kept staring until Octavia came up beside her.
"Vinyl, come on, I'm not-" Octavia started to scold Vinyl, but saw the Alicorn (who, from this point on shall, be referred to as "Melody Moon") and stopped dead.
"Is every pony gonna come in here and stare at me?" Melody wondered aloud, her words dripping with insult and boredom. "You want the record or not?"
Vinyl shook her head, accidentally tossing her glasses off. She replied, "Totally. How much does it cost in not-appendages?"
"623 bits."
Quiet. The only sounds heard were the flies buzzing in and out of Vinyl's open mouth and Octavia on the floor, having a stroke because, if she knew Vinyl as well as she did, she would not going to give up until she had that record. Not very easily at least.
Vinyl swallowed, which was followed by Melody clearing her throat and saying soon afterwards, "You want it? It's yours my friend, as long as you have enough bits. You don't? Come back you're a little, mmm, richer!"
"Oh, I have enough!" Vinyl snapped, magicking her sunglasses back on and putting a bag of bits on the counter. "Count 'em and weep, sister!"
And Melody did so. Minutes later, they were counted up. If she had hands, she would have put one to her forehead. Instead, she just made the record float over to the counter.
"Thank you," Vinyl said sweetly, her own glow encasing it. It vanished. "And it's now on my turntable." She ran out, quietly squeeing to herself.
"No refunds!" Melody shouted after her. After a couple of moments, she then focused on Octavia. "You over that stroke yet?"
"Yes, butI'm just laying here nov," Octavia replied nonchalantly.
A feather could be heard dropping.
Later that evening, Octavia had made it home. She had gotten sidetracked with a couple of other things, but they weren't all that that important. When she got in, she noticed right off the bat that Vinyl looked very angry, if the living room was any indication.
"How long have you-"
"IT'S BLANK!" Vinyl yelled, rage filling every word like a creamy filling. "I WASTED 623 BITS OF MY MONEY ON A STUPID, BUCKING BLANK RECORD!"
"You mad?" Octavia laughed. For once, it wasn't her. That month.
"YES I'M MAD!"
"Vell, calm down then," Octavia told Vinyl. "There's no point in getting so vorked up over a blank record."
"But this, to me, is, like, just... I don't know what it is, but it makes me so... AUGH!" Vinyl was being stubborn again.
"Look, I'll go back to that store tomorrov and ask her if she can give you your money back," Octavia said. "Vould that make you happy?"
"Very," Vinyl said in a monotone, calming down very quickly and going to her basement, probably to work on her little pretend talk show.
"Good." Octavia went upstairs to her upstairs, hoping to finish writing that piece she was-
"Oh, by the I sold your cello to pay for the record, did I mention that, no, OK, bye, haters gonna hate," Vinyl called upstairs quickly.
One house over, Twilight stared at the two musician's house through her window. "I hate it when they argue," she grumbled, turning over. What a surprise, she did not get to sleep that night.
Author's Note
And there you go. The first pony story I had ever written. Looking back on it, it's not that bad, but it was written while I was trying to figure out how I was going to write everypony (for example, Octavia wasn't Russian and Vinyl was a lot more like a stoner). The worst of it all was probably Screwball, though that was left untouched. Speaking of Screwball, there were gonna be a couple of sequels to this story, but only one ever got thought up, Vinyl Does Things With Screwball. As you can tell, it was never written. After this story, I wrote Vinyl Crosses Abbey Road, my first dual release on here and FF.N, and, well, the rest is the rest.
I would like to give a big thanks to Hellfilly for taking the time (read: 10 minutes) to re-edit all of this, and to OctaviaMelody, who unintentionally convinced me to do this. If you wanna read the original and see how little had changed, you can go here. But for now, thank you all for reading a re-edit of my first story and please make sure you leave a comment. I like it when people leave comments.
