Brad ambled along with a soft whistle on her lip. Visions of Octavia's lovely grace occupied her mind and brought a smile to her snout. It would be a good evening. She arrived at Octavia and Vinyl's house and knocked lightly with a hoof. A moment later the door opened to reveal Vinyl Scratch. "Yeah?"

"Oh, hey, could you get Octavia?"

Vinyl smiled slowly. "Oh, so you're the one?" Brad was about to say something when she lashed out a hoof, punching Brad across the face roughly. "You total jerk! What kind of crazy mind-control magic did you use?"

Brad snorted angrily. "I did not use any magic. I just asked her nicely."

"Horse apples." Vinyl grabbed Brad in her magic and threw her into the house, stepping out of the way for her trajectory. "Nothing makes Tavi late for a meeting! We had a date, and you made her willing to skip out on it." She slammed Brad into the couch. "When I reminded her of where she was supposed to be, she cried. You made my Octavia cry." She kicked the door shut behind her. "Now you get to pay the price."

Brad hopped up to her hooves. "Chill out." He focused on his diplomacy. "There's nothing to be stressing out about. If you're jealous, we could make it a three-way date, right?"

Vinyl's teeth clenched as she advanced on Brad. "Oh yeah... You're right. We should totally play together. I was being totally lame."

"Yeah." Brad smiled. "That's what I'm saying. Relax. Let's have fun."

"What kind of... fun... do you like?" Vinyl leaned in close, her breath felt over Brad's face. "I can play all kinds of games..."

Brad clearly approved of the new direction Vinyl was taking. "Now now, let's be patient. It was my mistake to leave you out last time. Let's get Octavia."

Vinyl slowly nodded as her hooves wandered over Brad. "How could I not see how amazing you are? You're right though, we should get Octavia. Oh, there she is. Hey Tavi, want to play?"

A new voice spoke, "Yes, let's." Octavia brought down a chair on the back of Brad's head, splintering it over her skull into so many wood fragments.

Brad awoke later to the sound of the two conversing quietly. "Let me handle it, Vinyl. We can just turn it over to the guards and be done with it."

"No way," spoke an angry Vinyl. "That jerk hurt you, Octavia. I say we hurt it back! I'll give it exactly what it wants until it dies."

Vinyl walked into the room, a bedroom. Brad was securely fastened to the bed with thick rope. "Hey there, awake? Good. We're going to play a little game."

Brad pulled and thrashed on the bed. "This isn't funny anymore. I didn't hurt you."

Vinyl scowled at Brad a moment before a false smile spread over her snout. "I won't hurt you either. Now you just lay there like a good little... whatever you are."

A puffy-eyed Octavia followed more timidly. "Vinyl, please. It's done enough. This isn't like you. We don't even know what that thing is. It could do something awful to you. Why would you even want to touch it?"

Vinyl hesitated a moment. "But... it hurt you, Tavi. It made you cry. Nopony makes my Tavi cry and gets away with it!"

Octavia threw her forelegs around Vinyl, hugging her tightly. "You're a wonderful pony and a dear friend, but hurting it anymore won't make me happier. Please..."

Vinyl frowned into the hug, but stiffly nodded. "Alright... if you say so..."

Brad wiggled a hoof. "Don't suppose you could let me go?"

"Fuck you." Vinyl turned tail away from the strange doppelganger pony that Brad had reverted to. "You're just lucky Octavia is an angel on Equestria." She kissed Octavia's cheek gently. "Anything for you babe. Come on, we'll call the guards." The two walked out together, leaving Brad to her own devices.

Brad pulled at the ropes and they fell free of her after enough wriggling and tugging. "Ha, my CMB is high enough." She shook herself out and became a normal looking pony again. "Now to get out of here." She sprouted wide wings and slid the door open before retreating into the night, sailing away into the sky and her failed date. She could see two gold-plated guards entering Octavia and Vinyl's house and she redoubled her speed away.

Brad slid into a bed when she got back. She saw Joe and Paul had shared a bed, though they weren't touching. Ian and Bed Time were all cozy under a blanket. Brad grunted softly in annoyance. Why did Ian already get a waifu, before he did? This injustice would be fixed soon. The ponies wouldn't be able to refuse him for long.

Brad curled up under her covers and realized she was close to her neglected nethers. Deciding to work off some of the pent-up steam, she extended a tongue and began to taste the petals before her, imagining the tongue of the earth pony she had been denied earlier. It wasn't as nice as the attention of another pony, but it would have to do. How had that all fallen apart? Brad's mind whirred, trying to find where she had failed in her seduction of that prized cello player. Vinyl Scratch, of course. Her thoughts caught as she brought herself to a peak and trembled around herself in little fitful spasms. Feeling more relaxed, she flopped out onto the bed, thoughts of the next day teasing at her before she faded from wakefulness.

Author's Note

Why can't big dates ever go well in Equestria?

Typos, that's why.