Vinyl and Octavia's Pantsing War

by Doctor Cobra

Rating: everyone
Tags: Anthro, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Original Character, Octavia, Comedy, DJ P0N-3
Length: 4043

The musicians of Ponyville take turns having a pantsing war.

It's exactly what it says on the tin. The musicians of Ponyville (and my OC) have a multi-round, turn-based pantsing war over the course of a few days and nights. Whoever triumphs, hopefully it's funny.
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All ponies are semi-anthropomorphized i.e. body type remains the same, but they are bipedal and clothed.
Hope you all enjoy!

Published 2014-03-15 00:10:09 UTC
Last updated 2014-03-15 00:10:09 UTC

Round 1

Vinyl and Octavia’s Pantsing War

By Doctor Cobra

Round 1

A quiet yawn escaped Octavia’s throat as she pattered softly up the darkening stairs toward her apartment, still dressed in her usual concert attire, heavy cello case in hoof. Feeling drained after tonight’s performance, she was looking forward to a warm cup of earl gray and a celebratory night with her beloved Cobalt. Reaching the door, the gray pony was pleased in her sleepiness to find it unlocked and immediately pushed it open and stepped through.

“I’m terribly sorry I’m late; I sort of got dragged to the after party,” she began regrettably, setting her case to the side out of habit, expecting to find Cobalt, Vinyl or both in living room waiting on her. “Lyrica simply insisted that I…” She stopped, realizing she’d walked into pitch black. Her tired eyes became surprised. It was even darker in here than it had been in the hall outside – all the blinds were closed and the lights off.

Fumbling for the wall switch, Octavia flipped it at last. Nothing. The lights remained off and with the door now closed behind her, she couldn’t see her own hoof in front of her face. Definitely uneasy now but more annoyed, she glanced toward where she knew the ceiling light was and then began making her way cautiously toward the closet. She knew the apartment very well but knowing Vinyl, there was a very high chance of stepping on a loose CD or melted candy bar in the blackness and thus tread cautiously. She regretted not being a unicorn like her best friend and coltfriend both were, and unable to magically illuminate a path via a horn.

She reached it however and, even in the dark, knew where the light bulbs were kept within. Octavia snatched one from the prescribed shelf and quickly made her way back to the living room where she began feeling around for her favorite armchair. Finding it and subsequently the hoofstool, the cellist dragged the latter to beneath where the ceiling socket was, stood upon it, and reached a foreleg up to carefully unscrew and remove the burnt-out bulb. As she did so, dropping it onto the chair, her ear perked at a faint rustling but struggling to make her eyes adjust to the dark enough to change a light bulb made her think nothing of it.

At last, she sighed with relief as the new bulb fit in all the way and lit up the apartment. Octavia remained on the stool and looked around to see the place just as she’d left it earlier that afternoon: some areas perfectly neat and composed, others left eternally messy by somepony who didn’t have nearly the propriety that Octavia did. Shaking her head with an amused murmur of “Oh, Vinyl,” she started to get down.

“That’s me,” giggled a soft, raspy voice from behind her. Before Octavia could even turn around, she felt a pair of hooves reach up and grab the sides of her black dress pants. Violet eyes suddenly widening, she felt her trousers get yanked down to settle about her ankles! She gasped in shock and whipped around in time to see her longtime friend, roommate, and utterly exasperating polar opposite Vinyl Scratch reclined on the floor, looking up at her with a wide grin. “Yes! Pantsed!” the white unicorn exclaimed, pumping her hoof. “Vinyl wins prankster of the night aaagain!” Behind her sunglasses, her eyes flicked to the still stunned Octavia’s exposed underwear, a pair of quite lovely purple lace panties that matched the earth pony’s eyes exactly. A closer look showed them to be adorned with tiny embroidered roses.

“V-Vinyl…?” Octavia managed subconsciously, feeling ridiculous to be standing before her friend with her pants around her ankles. She stared down at her, blushing.

“Oh. ‘Sup, Octy?” asked Vinyl pleasantly as if Octavia’s return had been a totally average one. “Just been hiding in the corner waiting for ya.”

“You… You’ve been…?” Octavia stammered. “Just to…?!”

“Yep! Watching your eeeeeeevery moooove, waiting for the chance to strike!” Vinyl’s grin became a smirk. “So how’d the show go, babe?” she asked before chuckling. “Probably not as good as the one you’re givin’ me now.” She peered slyly over her glasses and looked up into Octavia’s red face with her equally red eyes before nodding toward the sofa. “Or him for that matter,” she added, still unable to keep from admiring the expensive underpants adorning the mare’s flank.

“W-What?” mumbled Octavia softly, slowly looking that way with dread. She felt her blush deepen upon seeing Cobalt Willow, her lover of five years, sitting upright on the couch staring at her in equal surprise. Like Vinyl, the tan unicorn was still dressed, though his rumpled look indicated he had been napping there this whole time until Vinyl’s disruption woke him. With a mortified squeak, Octavia threw her forelegs in front of herself and delicately crossed her knees.

“Oct…” Cobalt managed, trying and failing not to glance below his marefriend’s waist. His sympathy towards her embarrassment conflicted with how amazing she really did look in such fancy lingerie. According to Octavia, this was far from the first time her rambunctious friend had pantsed her but Cobalt couldn’t remember ever witnessing it before.

Vinyl laughed harder at the awkwardness between the couple. “Aww, Tavi hon!” she giggled. “Not like it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before! Lookin’ hot though,” she added. “New lucky pair?”

Octavia glanced back and forth between the stunned Cobalt and the grinning Vinyl. Then reality returned in full and she quickly yanked her pants back up and hopped off the stool. Glowering down at Vinyl, she said with another sigh, “Very well, Vinyl. Very well indeed.” Her tone dripped with sarcasm. “You got me, you win, blah blah blah. As if I’m not used to these foalish antics by now.” Keeping a firm hold on her trousers with both hooves, she cutely turned her nose up at the DJ and looked back at Cobalt. He too was blushing and she recalled how cute that made him look. As disconcerting as it was to get pantsed in front of him, at least she wore underwear she didn’t mind him seeing.

She smiled faintly and winked at him. ‘Not a bad image to wake up to, is it?’ she thought, dignity returning as she finally started made her way toward the bedroom; she figured Cobalt would join her when he was ready. As for Vinyl, Octavia was already planning some payback the next morning.

Her last words resonated with Vinyl as well, who remained ponderously on the floor. ‘Foalish?’ she thought. ‘We’ll see about that, Tavster.’

Round 2

Round 2

The following morning was standard fare at first. Upon waking up together and doing their respective routines, Octavia and Cobalt came into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. As Cobalt slid waffles into the toaster, he asked curiously, “Hey, where’s…?” He glanced out into the living room saw his unspoken answer lying on the sofa much like he had been the previous night. There was Vinyl, still dressed minus her shades and lolling halfway off the couch in a deep sleep. “Guess a prank or two goes a long way, huh, Tavi?” he asked, turning back to his special somepony with a grin.

Octavia rolled her eyes, remembering the previous night, but smiled softly as she made her morning tea. “Well, you know Vinyl, dear,” she replied. “On top of the world one moment, falling on her face the next.”

“Wha’s ‘at? Somepony talkin’ to me?” came a slurred voice from the next room. Octavia and Cobalt both looked to see Vinyl slowly stirring, sitting up with what looked like great difficulty and yawning as she tousled her already messy blue mane in annoyance.

“Ah. Good morning, Vinyl,” said Octavia. “When did you doze off last night?”

“Nnngh. I did?” came a muttered response. Then with a sudden loud groan, Vinyl rolled off the couch and stood, scratched the back of her head with one hoof and hitched up her extremely baggy jeans with the other. She stared at her friends through the kitchen door with a dull, bleary expression that indicated it would be a while before she was fully awake.

Octavia suppressed a giggle. “You must have been frightfully tired after waiting up for me just to pull that silly prank,” she said, going back to the stove.

“Prank?” Vinyl mumbled, now standing aimlessly in the middle of the kitchen, facing Cobalt at the table. “Sorry, what happened?”

“I had to change a light bulb last night and as I did, you caught me unawares and, er…” she began saying to Vinyl’s back. “…pantsed me,” she finished, blushing again at the memory. She figured that would jog Vinyl back immediately, but the unicorn’s drowsy expression remained unchanged. ‘Heavens,’ Octavia thought. ‘She’s a heavy sleeper and all but she must have had a bit of cider sometime last night as well.’ Then she had a thought, one she couldn’t help smirking at. “Come to think of it,” she went on, “I think it’s time I finally… got you back.”

“Mmmhm,” Vinyl nodded, looking as though she might fall back to sleep standing up. “You do what you gotta…”

“Think fast!” cried Octavia with surprising enthusiasm. Quickly crouching, she grabbed Vinyl’s white jeans with both hooves and gave a yank; the saggy pants came down easily and the earth pony was suddenly met with Vinyl’s tail and massive rear end in her face, thick thighs encased in a pair of pink boyshorts with lime green polka dots. These were at present wedged halfway up Vinyl’s plot and showed off a quite tempting bit of cheek from where Octavia was kneeling. Realizing for the first time how fun this really was, she laughed out loud and grinned through Vinyl’s legs at Cobalt, who gaped at both of them, then looked up expecting to see Vinyl fully awake now and blushing hard.

But she wasn’t. She just stood there, pants at her ankles as Cobalt stared at her underwear. A faint “Nnhmm…” might’ve escaped her but Octavia couldn’t be sure.

“Vinyl?” she began hesitantly, releasing her grip and standing up. “You… You aren’t embarrassed?”

“Mmmm, ‘bout what?” mumbled Vinyl.

“I… I pulled your… pants down,” Octavia said awkwardly.

There was a barely audible “Hm?” from Vinyl, who finally glanced down. “Mmm, that’s cool,” she said after a moment, zero enthusiasm in her voice. “Yay for Tavi. You got me. Whoo. Guess I’ll get you back sometime. Where’s the coffee?” she finished, stepping right out of her fallen pants as she walked groggily to the table and dropped into a chair. “Morning, Cobie,” she mumbled, rubbing her half-closed eyes and picking her wedgie, apparently set on having breakfast with no pants on. Cobalt just stared at her then back at Octavia, who looked equally bemused.

Round 3

Round 3

After finishing breakfast (Vinyl was finally brought back to full, wired consciousness via a bowl of sugary cereal and a cup of instant coffee), Octavia bid the DJ goodbye and set out with Cobalt to the local music store. She had placed an order several days ago for a new cello bow and it was supposed to come in today. Vinyl didn’t mind. “Might as well get caught up on some stuff of my own,” she said. “Also, where are my pants?”

Despite laughing about that morning as they headed into Ponyville, both were still a bit puzzled. “I know she’s not exactly the… classiest pony around,” said Octavia. “I mean, she sags her pants all the time anyway, etc. But still, no sign of embarrassment whatsoever,” she finished with a perplexed look.

“She was half-asleep,” Cobalt reminded her before smiling. “Don’t worry, sweetie. I’m sure you’ll find a better time to get her back!” he grinned.

“Ah well,” the earth pony sighed. “Her and I are once again even now anyway,” she admitted as they reached the music store and walked in. Octavia walked up to the counter and said, “Pickup for Philharmonica, if you please.”

The pegasus salespony smiled. “Ah. Morning, Octavia. Right on time,” he said and flitted up to one of the shelves behind him, returning with a long rectangular box in his hoof. “Here you are, miss,” he continued, sliding it to her across the counter. “That’ll be twenty-five bits.”

“Wow. Expensive,” said Cobalt, glancing over Octavia’s shoulder as she opened the case to examine the beautifully varnished bow.

“But worth all of it,” beamed Octavia. “You can’t imagine how stressful last night’s performance was, playing with that worn-out bowstring. Thank Celestia it didn’t break onstage!” She nodded approvingly to the clerk as she paid. “Thank you ever so kindly,” she went on. “I can’t wait to show it off to the rest of the quartet!”

“And I can’t wait to show your undies off to everypony in here!” came a sudden loud, all too familiar voice from right behind the couple, accompanied by the unmistakable flashing light and sound of unicorn teleportation magic. At this, all surrounding customers turned attention to Cobalt and Octavia… and the white pony who had materialized right behind them! Before they could turn around they each felt a hoof grab the back of their pants and promptly pull them down! Both gasped at the same time as did the clerk, who was met with a full view of Octavia and Cobalt’s underwear as Vinyl pantsed them – the mare in her favorite white cotton panties with musical notes, the stallion in purple and yellow striped boxers.

Octavia shot a desperate glance to Cobalt and knew her cheeks must be as red as his. As laughter sounded from all around, all eyes on them now, she cringed and attempted to hide her unmentionables with her tail. Cobalt shuffled awkwardly as he did the same. Everypony in the shop was looking at them now, pointing and chortling.

“Ha!” snickered Vinyl, grinning excitedly up from where she knelt behind her friends. “Told ya I’d getcha back, Octy!”

“I… I didn’t think you meant so soon!” was all the disbelieving cellist could think to blurt back. “A-And… And in public! At home, at least…!”

“Oh, Tavs,” Vinyl interrupted, standing up, “you shouldn’t keep that rockin’ plot for just me and Cobie! You’re gonna spoil him! Am I right?” she called teasingly to the other patrons. More laughter in reply, making the two victims blush even deeper. Quickly, Octavia did the only sensible thing: she yanked her trousers up and secured them tight. Spurred on by her, Cobalt did the same, though the embarrassment was impossible to shake. Like Tavi, this was far from his first pantsing at the hooves of Vinyl and he doubted it would be the last, but he had the burden of losing his pants being a common issue for most of his life. He’d just always been unlucky that way.

Vinyl raised an eyebrow over her glasses in faint disappointment. “Awwww,” she moaned. “You never leave ‘em down long enough for anypony to take photos!”

“If you think for one second that I’d allow my undergarments to show up on FaceHoof for everypony to gawk at…!” Octavia began hotly.

“Well, actually,” the salespony guffawed, “at least you wore appropriate ones for this place!” Then he too burst out laughing.

“There, see?” asked Vinyl. “He knows what’s u…”

“I’ll get you for this if it’s the last…!” Octavia interrupted, all but lunging at Vinyl.

“Whoa! Show’s over, folks! Gotta zoom!” Vinyl said hurriedly, grinning. “But remember! Tomorrow night, town square, DJ Pon-3 live and…!” She suddenly took that moment to teleport away in another shock of blue light as Octavia threw a wallop at her head.

Gritting her teeth, Octavia snatched her new bow off the counter with one hoof, grabbed her coltfriend’s foreleg with the other, and began pulling him toward the door, nearly bumping into a foal still giggling about seeing their underwear. “Rrrrrr! Let’s go, Cobalt! Tomorrow night, town square, is it? Very well,” she fumed as they quickly left. “This means war,” she went on dramatically. “And tomorrow, we claim victory over her!”

Round 4

Round 4

Ever the idealist, Vinyl made an effort to make up for the prank by buying her roommates dinner that evening. Afterwards, she herself had to head out to prepare for the following night’s gig. As Vinyl departed, Octavia muttered, “Yes. Go on, dear,” and rubbed her hooves together with an oddly mischievous look. “Gives me plenty of time to cook up MY end of things for tonight,” she went on, extracting a piece of paper from her vest pocket and hoofing it to Cobalt. “Darling, I need you to pick this up for me. Is that too much of a bother?” she asked sweetly.

“Um, no,” Cobalt replied, looking curiously at the written description and directions. “But, um, what’s this for?”

“I’ll explain after you get it,” replied his marefriend, beaming proudly. “After we put it to use tonight, Vinyl’s never going to want to expose us in public ever again!”

“Right,” said Cobalt timidly, stuffing the paper into his brown slacks. “See you in a bit, I guess.”

Beaming, Octavia kissed his cheek as he too left. “Knew I could count on you to agree. After all, you were just as much a victim as I this morning!” Her face burned again at the mere memory. “Now then, we have to have it ready by this time tomorrow so don’t take too long.”

Upon his return with the ‘item’, Cobalt and Octavia waited until nightfall and Vinyl’s return (Thankfully her tiredness from setup and rehearsal made her conk out almost as soon as she was through the door) to sneak out of the apartment to town square where Vinyl’s portable stage was and begin their own preparations for the concert…

Nearly the whole of Ponyville, thrilled at the prospect of a free performance by the best DJ in Equestria, assembled in the square the next night. In the tiny backstage area, Vinyl peered through the curtain at the excellent turnout, then grinned to see her two best friends standing near the back of the crowd. ‘Nice,’ she thought, genuinely cheerful they could make it. ‘Guess they’re not too embarrassed to show their faces!’ she mentally added, giggling.

The clock tower struck 9:00. Neon spotlights framing the stage burst on, blinding the audience, and a deep, thunderous bass drop reverberated from the platform upon which sat Vinyl’s turntable, soundboard, and massive dual amps. Another shock of bright light later, DJ Pon-3 appeared from thin air upon a platform in the center of the stage, decked out in full punk regalia, shades reflecting the now cheering faces looking back at her. Throwing her hoof up into the air, she screamed into her mic, “IS EVERYPONY READY TO ROCK THEIR SOCKS OFF!?” before bringing it down on a button on her mixing table. Another massive reverb shook the surrounding houses.

From where Octavia stood in the crowd, though, she secretly knew Vinyl was going to be rocking a certain other piece of clothing off; she smiled craftily at Cobalt, knowing what else was about to happen when Vinyl pushed the button. Beneath the stage where it had been covertly installed the previous night, a giant horseshoe magnet (borrowed by Cobalt from the laboratory basement of Twilight Sparkle’s library) activated with the rest of the equipment! Nopony could see it and the low hum it made was masked by the music pouring from overhead.

Its effect was immediate however, and anything metal onstage that wasn’t bolted down – primarily the chains, snaps, and other metallic accessories that adorned Vinyl’s baggy pants, exactly as Octavia planned it – began to be magnetized and drawn downward. As the unicorn swished her tail and gyrated her hips in time to the beat, her white low-riders began to slide off her hips. Octavia put her hooves to her mouth in giddy anticipation as a flash of yellow became visible above the drooping garment; she wasn’t the only pony to notice and Vinyl’s ears perked at the sound of several audience members calling out to her, pointing out that she was losing her pants!

“Huh?” uttered Vinyl inaudibly over the wubs. The next moment she felt night air strike her bare hind legs as her magnetized pants plopped down, putting her black and yellow Batmare boxers on display for all! She couldn’t help being genuinely stunned at this sudden reveal.

Octavia couldn’t help letting out a whoop as ponies all around stared. She had topped all prior events and pantsed Vinyl in front of half the town! There was no way she’d ever mess with her again after this humiliation.

But Vinyl didn’t look humiliated. In fact she looked oddly proud to be standing onstage with her pants down, juvenile underwear showing. After a moment, she slowly broke out into a goofy grin and then began laughing. Octavia and Cobalt shot confused looks at each other as Vinyl busted up onstage, holding her sides. She looked back into all the eyes watching her and finally managed through her giggling, “Don’tcha hate it when that happens?”

Her sense of humor was catching as ever. Everypony burst out laughing along with her and some started taking pictures which she proudly posed for, taking mock embarrassed stances nonetheless emphasizing her Batmare logo-clad rump.

Octavia and Cobalt gawked, flummoxed once again. Their elaborate trick hadn’t left Vinyl embarrassed at all, but rather clamoring for more attention. Then, over the laughter, they heard her magnified voice call out, “Hey! Why don’t we give a special round of applause to the ponies responsible for this, my eternally awesome roomie Octavia Philharmonica and her special somepony Cobalt Willow!” Both suddenly felt spotlights hit them and everypony turned their attention to them.

“Uh..! We didn’t…!” Octavia tried to say, backing off nervously along with Cobalt.

“Ah-ah-ah,” teased Vinyl. “No backing out of this one, Tavster! You know the rules of a pantsing war! You get me…” She paused for effect, grinning broadly. “…I get you!” Her horn glowed blue with a soft shimmering sound and, across the way, so did her two targets’ trousers as they continued backing away from the amused crowd. Sensing the aura, Octavia and Cobalt looked down and realized a second too late what was happening. They flinched… and then nearly fell over backward as their pants were magically pulled down. They stumbled but caught each other, unable to help looking at each other’s underpants as was everypony else. Vinyl smirked at the adorable sight, Cobalt in his favorite tighty-whities with a pattern of cheeseburgers that matched his cutie mark, Octavia in pink panties with strawberries and lace trim.

Horrified to be in this position in front of so many, Octavia squealed and thrust her forelegs in front of herself as Cobalt tugged his turtleneck down to hide as much as possible. The laughter and cameras were directed at them now. This would certainly go down as one of their more memorable appearances in Ponyville for quite some time. “T-Tavi…!?” stuttered the mortified stallion.

“L-Let’s just call it even, Vinyl!” Octavia yelled to the DJ who was smiling proudly and finally retrieving her own pants. “You win! You can’t be bested!”

“No kidding, Strawberry Fields!” Vinyl called back. This got the loudest laugh yet and Octavia cringed, shuffling awkwardly and wondering what compelled her to wear these panties of all things. “Hey, Burger Boy!” she went on, now looking at Cobalt who was blushing all over. “Why don’t you escort the lady home and wait for me so we can celebrate MY victory?!” she finished.

They didn’t respond, just grabbed at their pants as fast as they could and ran off before they’d even pulled them fully back up. Disappearing into nearby bushes, the shortcut home, the audience was treated to a final flash of their undies in the spotlight.

“You know I love you! Really!” Vinyl called happily before kicking her equipment back into high gear to let the show go on. “Aw, yeah,” she said softly to herself. “I’m invincible.”

The End