The Moms have been Doubled.

by The SideKick

Rating: teen
Tags: Comedy, Romance, Octavia, Slice of Life, DJ P0N-3, Human, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 8109

"This plan is perfect!" "What plan Nonners?" "GAH, mom! What are you doing in my room!?" "Why do you have a secret plan?" "GET OUT!" "Why does this folder have crayon pictures of me, I think, with love hearts at a table with a grayish blob?" "OUT!!!"

"You" have been watching your mom swoon over Octavia for a while now, and you finely think it's time that you did something about it. You have worked out the most amazing plan ever and your not afraid to use it. With it mom will at last be special someponies with Octavia!

Was bumbling around /mlp/ and made a thing. You might enjoy it, you might not, it's here either way. Updates will be very infrequent. They are also being presented to you as is, only edited to fit the general rules of the site.

Published 2015-05-28 04:30:02 UTC
Last updated 2016-05-30 21:32:15 UTC

1

Be Anonymous Scratch, Non by your friends, Nonners by your mom.

Vinyl Scratch, your mom, found you crying in the alley behind a club she had done a gig for. Mistaking you for a wild animal cub she took you in, thinking you'd make an awesome pet. It rocked her world when your first word was "Mommy". The idea that you were sentient didn't scare her as much as the idea of actually being your mother did. But she knew that if she gave you to an orphanage your life would be an absolute hell. Plus something about the way you called her mommy made her feel warm. Ten years later and you were as happy as a little ape thing raised by a unicorn DJ could be.

It was getting close to valentines day and you were making a plan to get your mom hooked up. You and you mother lived in Canterlot, which actually gave your mom a lot of business. Lots of clubs for those higher crust ponies to come to and cut loose for awhile. Another reason was a certain gray cello playing pony you knew your mom liked. Her name was Octavia Melody and you were going to get her to be your mom's special somepony. She would never tell you herself and she never complained about it even when you weren't around, but you knew from the times you had eavesdropped on her doing bills and turning down deals that she had given up a lot to take care of you. And this was how you were going to make it up to her. She always talked about Octavia.

"I don't know Nonners, she just has this weird thing about her. I think the words um...elegance!Yeah, that's it."

"Then why don't you ask her to be your special somepony?"

"I-I can't just ask her! I mean, she wouldn't go for a pony like me..."

"No way! She'd be crazy not to want to be with you,mom. Your one of the best DJ's ever and have done some gigs for almost every well known club in Canterlot!"

"Heh, I am pretty awesome huh? But that's just the problem. A proper and prim cello playing pony like her just wouldn't go for a >tomcolt DJ."

It made you really sad to see mom like this of course. You had been working on this plan for the last week, a whole collection of crayon drawings depicting different parts of you plan all kept together in a folder. It was labeled "The super mega cool plan to get mom together with Octavia plan.". The first part of the plan you were working on now. You had grabbed yourself an actual pencil and was working on a letter to send to Octavia.

Dear Octavia,

Hi! My names Anonymous, but you can call me Non. I'm writing to you to tell you that I and my mom are going to be at your next show. I was hoping that we could talk with you after the show. You see my mom really likes you, but she thinks that you won't like her because you're a high crust pony and she's a tomcolt. But if my mom likes you then you can't be all snobby like those other ponies, so I know you'll really like her if you talk to her. When you're looking for us we'll be the green monkey thing and the blue and white unicorn.

Sincerely,

Non.

P.S.

I almost forgot to tell you what my mom's name is! That is if you don't already know it, she is the best DJ ever. Anyway, it's Vinyl Scratch. Can't wait to meet you!

Checking it over a bunch of times while cross-referencing a dictionary to make sure you spelled all the words right you're finally satisfied with what you've written. Folding and sealing it in an envelope you quickly run out, stopping to tell your mom you were going to play outside for awhile. You race down to your local post office and turn in your letter, paying for it to be expressed mailed. That brings up what has been the hardest part of your plan, not spending all of your bits. In order to make this plan work you needed a lot of bits. Though getting the bits them self wasn't that hard, you are a famous ponies kid after all.

Bits to buy the tickets to Octavia's show WITH backstage passes, bits for reservations at the restaurant you going to send them to after mom asked Octavia out and bits for the arcade while they're at the restaurant so your not sitting at home doing nothing. Just forgetting everything else and going on a rampage at the arcade was the truest test of your will. But you every time you felt weak, you just remember that it's for your mom and it brings you the strength to not go buy the arcade for a whole week. Plus if mom and Octavia got married you'd get more presents for Hearths Warming, which helps to keep it together.

The letter was sent and now you just had to give mom the tickets. Walking back to your house you stop in front of your door and pull the tickets from your pocket then walk in. Hiding the tickets behind your back you start searching the house for mom. It isn't hard as you just follow the low tones of music to a familiar door marked "Studio". As always when you need to talk to mom whiles she's mixing you just walk in, the music intensifying as you walk in. Mom was seated behind a simpler version of her usual stage set-up, eyes closed has she messed with some nobs and switches. Stepping around the various wires and stacks of discarded iced coffee you walk behind mom, tapping her shoulder. Blinking like she had just come out of a trance she turned and smiled at you.

"Yo Nonners! I thought you were playing outside."

"I'm done, plus there's something I wanted to give you."

"Something to give me? Not that I don't like getting stuff, especially from my little monkey-"

She ruffles your hair and does a quick, terrible monkey impression.

"-but what's the sudden gift for?"

You straighten your hair back out.

"Well mom, I know you've been working a lot lately. What with trying to finish that new album and all. And I also know that you've been really wanting to go see one of Octavia's shows...for some reason."

Mom blushed.

"He-hey! Just because I don't like most classical music doesn't mean I don't like ALL of it."

She looks away to the side.

"...It's another reason I like her. Her music actually sounds like it's saying something, unlike all that other stuff that's trying to sound like it's actually trying to say something."

This makes you grin has you pull the tickets from behind your back and present them to her.

"That's why I went out and got these."

Looking at the tickets quizzically she took one in her magic and examined it. As she did her eyes widened. She just kept looking at it before she rushed you with a huge hug squealing like a school filly.

Author's Note

It's a thing, maybe you liked it?

Non Canon but fun.

You and mom were sat in the front middle row, mom practically jumping out of her seat. You just put on a brave face and hope this doesn't get too boring.

("It's for mom.") You keep chanting in your head.

The show starts and the main attraction walks on stage. Octavia looks as regale as ever, as she prompts herself on to her hind legs against her cello. Then she got the biggest shit eating grin on her face, picked up her cello and smashed into the ground. The chorus of gasps from the crowd only made her grin bigger.

"OY DATS 'IGHT YA POSH WANKKERS! I'M FAKKIN DONE WIV PLAYIN CHELLER!"

From out of seemingly no where she pulls out a harp.

"GOT REAL DAM TIRED OF PLAYIN DAT OLD THING. WAS ME DADS ANYWAY, DA BIGGEST FAKKIN CUNT OF DEM ALL! STEAD I'LL PLAY YA ALL SOMETIM ON ME BUNK MATES HERE THINGY!"

With that proclamation she starts wildly racking her hooves across the poor harps strings, producing a noise that surprisingly has a rhythm, but the notes were all over the place. What percent of ponies that hadn't already left did then. In only a few minuets all but two were gone. You and mom were glued to your seats. After just starring at the oblivious pony continue to go at it for a while you finally said something.

"Mom, are you alright? You've been just starring at her with you mouth open for the last ten minuets."

"I...I don't know if I love her less-"

Mom's cheeks went awash with red.

"-or more."

It's been three years since then, and you've come to regret ever getting those two together. It was cool at first, Octama was pretty chill and knew how to help you keep off-

"-ANY WANKERS DAT WANT TA MESS WIT YA-"

-and never bothered you about stuff like keeping your room clean or other junk like that. Even kept Vinyma too busy with-

"-DA BEST LOVIN SHES EVEA DONE HAD-"

-to enforce any kind of piratical parenting. Which is why you all lived in a trailer just outside of the Everfree Forest. Octama and Vinymom are always so busy with "LOVIN" that they couldn't hold their normal jobs of musicians, instead they now sold these weird tapes marked "Strings and Bass: XXX".

"BEST WAY TA KEEP LOVIN DAT SMEXY CUNT WHILE MAKING MONEY-"

-is what Octama keeps saying. Doesn't make you feel any better as you sit in you tiny closet sized room playing with sticks and rocks, listing to you moms "Play" in the room right next to yours. As you sit there you can only think of one thing to say that fits appropriately enough.

"Fakkin britbong mum."

Author's Note

You can skip this one. It had but only one, possibly two people to entertain.

2

It's been three hours, and mom is STILL getting ready for the showcase.

When she had calmed down enough you had pulled out the backstage passes, and honest to Celestia she fainted. The next two days were a whirl wind of dresses, make up, and hair stylists. You were kinda forcefully reminded that despite being a huge tomcolt that mom was still a girl, or as she was trying to pretend to be tonight a lady. She had also gone out of her way to get you a little suit...somehow. While it really wouldn't have hurt her money wise and there a few designers you know to get cloths custom made from, you have no idea where she managed to get a black suit with matching pants, white undershirt, black dress shoes, and red tie tailor made for you. You suspect you'd never get an answer as your mom tried on her fifteenth dress.

"What about this one Non? I think the red really nicely contrast my mane and coat, but it also really too much of and eye catcher, I don't want her to think I'm trying to hard. Maybe I-"

Groaning again you let it dribble in one ear and out the other. You had already found out that any input you could give would be ignored as she filtered though the now insane amount of dresses she has.

("To think that it was just yesterday that her closet was nearly empty.")

As it were it now was overflowing with clothing. Your pretty sure you can see cloths that she didn't even mean to buy, but had gotten swept up in her mad rush to get as many possible options for tonight as possible. It was funny too how she was going crazy trying to get ready now when the show was another seven hours away.

"I...I think this is what I'll go with."

Looking up you had to do a double take.

You don't who could have made the dress, but it seems they had your mom in mind when they did.

"It's perfect! Where did you find that?"

Mom blushed, rubbing a leg with a hoof.

"Well, when I was younger my mom made me a dress for events and junk. And since it was a gift from mom I kept it out of respect...And it does look kind of nice."

Hopping off mom's bed you ran over to her and gave her a hug.

"It's a good thing you did! It's the best thing you've tried on...which means you've wasted your money on all these other ones."

Mom cringed looking at all the fallen dresses around her.

"I guess I did. Maybe I can return a few of them..."

Letting her go you gave mom a quizzical look.

"Why didn't you just try this one on first?"

"Wellll~ I didn't think it was "High Class" enough."

She said this while making air quotes.

"Mom, your not high class. Your awesome. I mean sure ponies like Fancy Pants can be both awesome AND high class, but that's a really hard thing to do. So when we go to the showcase tonight, just be freaking awesome!"

Laughing mom grabbed you in a hug and nuzzled you.

"Just be freaking awesome huh? Well fine, if that's all I have to do then tonight's going to be easy!"

Author's Note

I'm to much of a lazy fart to have made the drawing obviously, but it was also the only one that I felt worked.

3

"Come on Anon, let's just go home. My hair isn't right, this dress was a bad choice, I-"

"MOM, I did not spend all my saved bits on this just for you to chicken out!"

You were holding you mom back as she tried to escape from the carriage.The carriage was being pulled by some ponies you had hired from a company.

"BUT ANON, this is never going to work! I mean I can get dressed up for a night, but I can't be the pony Octavia would want me to be all the time!"

"Then she doesn't deserve to be with you!"

This stunned her in to silence, allowing you to press on.

"If she only liked you because you acted like somepony else then there's no point in being with her mom."

Mom eyes were huge, disbelieve clear on her face.

"Wow, where did you learn that from Nonners?"

"You."

"Wut?"

Vinyl was confused. What you just said sounded way to wise for a ten year old, and even more so for the dub-stepping party pony.

"It's the kind of thing you'd always tell me when somepony told me I was weird or strange."

You looked away as you repeated the words mom had ounce told you.

"Never let somepony tell you how to be yourself, your always going to be cool if your just being you, remember?"

Mom had a hoof to her mouth, looking at you with that really proud look that makes you feel all bubbly.

"I really said that huh? I guess I did learn something myself after all."

Picking you up in her magic mom brought you over for a hug.

"Your right Nonners, your absolutely right."

Letting you go she let out a sigh.

"It's just that I really...REALLY like Octavia and I want her to like me."

Turning her head backwards mom gave herself a ounce over.

"You know I don't care what ponies think of me normally, but this is different..."

"I know mom, but just remember your own advice okay? I know it might hurt if she doesn't like you, but that's still a lot better than her liking a fake you."

Tapping a finger against your chin you had a interesting thought.

"It really wouldn't be that different from being with a changeling. Your pretending not to be really you so you can get her love."

Playfully you narrow your eyes at her.

"Your not a changeling right?"

Catching on mom puts on a grin as she slowly, menacingly approaches you.
"Now what would ever give you that idea?" She says this with an over the top flutter of the eyes.

Your impromptu play session was cut short by one of the carriage ponies.

"Miss, Sir, we have arrived at the theater.

Mom had calmed down, but nervousness still stuck to her like gum. As you two were escorted to the box seats you had booked, she kept fidgeting, looking this way and that. When you finely reached your box you were both floored. You knew you had booked some really fancy seats, but not your own personal room with mini-fridge, snack bar, long couch set up in front of a view straight down on to the stage.

"Holy granoly, so this is why it was so expensive."

Running over to the window you look down, seeing you as high as you could possibly go before the stage was to hard to see.

"Anon, just how many bits did you spend on this?"

"Oh, just a few hundred. I've been saving it up."

"You saved a few hundred bits in two weeks?!"

"Well it's not like my allowance is exactly all that small. You give me like a fifty bits for good behavior, or if I ask using the puppy eyes."

"Yeah, well...um...how are you not a complete spoiled brat?"

"I had a good mom."

Mom lightly jabbed you in the shoulder.

"Enough with the brown nosing already, you've got good boy points saved up 'til doomsday."

You just grin as the first act starts down on stage. This being a showcase there were a lot of performers coming on tonight, but Octavia was the main act, she would be playing around half way through the show. You both get comfortable and watch as a pegasus pony in a tuxedo plays a piano. Naturally you quietly criticize every act. Mom listens to hundreds of different pieces of music looking for that right sample to use in her own, and so by proxy you had listened to enough different types of music to tell which acts were good or sub par. But there was one thing you could agree was the same with every single one, they were BORING.Just because you could understand how something works doesn't mean you like it. If you weren't picking apart each act and have access to all sorts of delectable treats you might have already fallen asleep by the time Octavia came on.

At last Octavia graced the stage.

"OHMYGOSH."

Mom leaned in closer now, watching intently even when all Octavia was doing was setting up. Honestly it made you smile to see all this work starting to pay off a little. Octavia had her cello case on her back as she walked into the middle of the stage. At the middle she grabbed her case, put it on the ground, opened it up, and took out her cello. She stood up and propped her self on it, holding one hoof high up on the neck of the cello while the other held the bow string. You heard mom pull in and hold a breath when Octavia but the bow to the cello. And with a small smile to the crowd she began to play.

Listen for max experience.

You couldn't take your eyes off mom who couldn't take her eyes off Octavia. She was completely entranced, hoof to her chest as she watched.
It almost made your smile split your whole face in half. After a moment longer watching mom you decided to actually listen to your mom's possible feature marefriend play. At first you just did what you had done with every other act you tried picking apart the notes and melodies, but when you found no issues with them you just listened instead. And you must say it was the most unbelievable thing you've ever felt. It was like how mom's music could make you feel alive and want to get moving, but instead this made you feel...every other emotion you could think of. You felt happy, sad, even kinda mad at some points.

("So this is why mom likes her so much...")

This put some things in perspective for you. You had just been thinking of this whole thing as mom and Octavia, and not as mom, Octavia and yourself. It never really crossed your mind just what you personally thought off this mare, or how she could change your life if she started dating mom. Thankfully now that you were you already knew the answers: You wouldn't mind. You still had to meet her and get to know her of course, but no other music had ever made you feel genuine emotions aside from mom's, and for Octavia to play with your emotional spectrum like it was her cello you knew there was something special about her.

Author's Note

Look, it's kind of long this one is.

4

You don't know how long she played, but when she was done you had to blink your eyes a few times. Octavia gave a big smile, bowed, put up her cello, and with a confident stride walked off stage to the sounds of thunderous applause. You're pretty sure mom was the loudest, she was whooping and hollering.

"That was amazing! That high cord at verse five-teen was just genius and-"

"And let's go meet her."

"Yeah, lets go mee-WAIT WHAT?! You mean has in right now?!"

"Yes right now, if we wait any longer she'l have already left."

You get up from your seat and pull out your back stage pass.

"She doesn't need to stick around for the rest of the show, so now's the best time to catch her."

Mom got up and began following you as you stepped through the door.

"B-b-but she must be tired, I don't want to bother her."

Your walking down the stairs you two had taken to get to your box seat.

"Unless I could have gotten servant ponies to wait on us the entire time we pretty much got a lesser version of the kinda treatment shes getting back there."

You turn a corner and are now walking down a hallway towards the back stage, mom close on your heels.

"I don't Anon..."

She, and so you, stops a few feet away from the guard pony in front of the "Staff Only" door.

"Honestly Anon, I'm still nervous...even scared."

She had her head down, a deep blush across her face.

"I've never asked somepony out. Even when I realized I swung the other way I just couldn't do it. And there's also.."

She looked up at you, her eyes all big and sad.

"Anon, you're one of a very select few that's ever gonna hear this...I'm scared of being rejected by others."

Now you were confused. It was weird that mom was so worried about asking Octavia out, but just chopped it up to it being that same kinda feeling you get when you saw this one pretty filly that just sapped all the confidence out of you. Hearing mom say she feared rejection though...

"Mom, what you talking about? You're Vinyl Scratch, DJ Pone3, the most confident and independent pony I know!"

Letting her eyes wonder away mom spoke with a deep sadness.

"That's just what I want ponies to think. I grew up always feeling different, being a dub-stepper in Canterlot's not easy. Being a lesbian didn't help with that."

She then walked over and brought you into a hug.

"I hid it pretty well, learning to hide your feelings is a big thing here. I just did if differently. That's another lesson we could both learn, being able to hide a problem isn't the same as fixing it."

"Right..."

You had to take a second to think and hugged her back while you did it.

"We can fix this problem tonight then!"

You felt a proud as the thought came to you.

"You don't have to hide this one anymore, but if we don't hurry up you won't get the chance."

You jab a thumb at the door. Letting you go mom looked at the door, biting her lip in contemplation. After a moment she looked at you with a wayward smile.

"Only if your with me."

You come to attention and salute, making mom laugh.

"Alright little soldier, let's get this thing started."

Mom pulled out her own back stage pass and put it on, took a deep breath, poofed out her chest, and walked over to the guard. You and mom had been walking around back stage for awhile, but you finely found out that Octavia was in the dressing room. Mom had lost her bravado as you two walked, but held strong enough to keep going without complaint. Finding the dressing room soon you look up at mom.

"You think you're ready to go in?"

Mom took a shaky breath and nodded her head in consent. Nodding back you knock on the door quickly.

"One moment please."

You hear a bit of shuffling before the door opens. And there stood Octavia, pink bow and all.

"Oh my, this is quite the surprise. Who might you be?"

You saw mom had a hoof raised up in front of her and a painfully askew smile, stuttering like a crazy pony as she tried to greet her crush. Picking up the slack you raise hand to the cellist.

"Hey, it's me Non and my mom! She's...been really looking forward to meeting you."

With a bit of a quizzical look Octavia put a hoof in your hand and gave it a good few shakes. Suddenly a look of understanding came over her.

"OH! I remember you now. Your that delightful young colt that had actually sent me a letter earlier this week."

Snapping back to reality mom gave you a look.

"You did what now?"

You just shrug before talking again.

"Yeah, I'm glad you got it in time. Even with express mail I thought two days might be too close."

Octavia smiled an ever elegant smile and steps back into the room.

"Please do come in, I'm very interested in talking with you two."

With a nod you saunter in, pleased as peas that everything was going so good.

A bit dumbly mom followed, stunned to silence, giving Octavia a small "Thank you" as she walked pass. Once you'er both in Octavia gently closes the door.

Author's Note

I don't even know what to say for this.

5

Be Vinyl Scratch.

("What in all the celestial beings names are you DOING ANONYMOUS?!")

All through out the night you had been letting your son drag you along with his little plan. This night has been an honest blast so far, getting to ride in a fancy carriage, box seats to see your crush, and MEETING your crush with backstage passes. Truly you had made the best decision ever in adopting Nonners, but just WHY HAD HE SENT OCTAVIA A LETTER TELLING HER THAT YOU WANTED TO DATE HER?! Not that it wasn't true, but you didn't want her to know that...yet. Octavia had invited you and Anon to sit at this little table that had a tea set ready.
She had gotten you both a cup and offered you both some cookies.You took one while Anon took three. For the last few minuets Anon and Octavia had been talking like they were old friends, Anon telling stories and Octavia adding small bits of commentary. You had used this time to try and keep your heart from jumping out your chest.

"-And then I told him "If you wanted to play Villain Fighter two, you should have put a quarter down"!"

*Hehe* "You are the most amusing thing Anonymous."

Octavia looks over at you.

("OH LUNA THOSE EYES.")

"You're certainly one lucky mare Miss Scratch, a son like Anonymous here is quite the rare thing."

Her eyes widen all the sudden.

"I'm terribly sorry, I didn't mean it like that at all."

She was now waving a hoof in a wild gesture as she tried to save herself from her self perceived social faux pas.

"Not that he isn't unique mind you, just not in a way that might, as you should know, um, I mean to say..."

Quickly regaining her composer she put her head and hoof down, blushing madly.

"I am deeply sorry."

Anon is trying to hold in his laughter while you take this as your chance to talk.

"Um..It's alright, we know what you meant."

You give a weak smile.

"The little guys a tough one like his mom, even if that was what you meant he'd take it like the champ I taught him to be."

Octavia looked up, a small smile across her muzzle.

("That's good! Don't mess it up now.")

"But yeah, I'm interested in hearing just exactly my little monkey wrote in this letter of his."

Anon obviously didn't think he had done anything wrong, but he could tell you weren't exactly pleased.

He sat up a little straighter and glanced at you.

"Oh yes, it was the most adorable thing I have ever had the pleasure of reading."

"I really don't like to brag, it's rather embarrassing and even scary at times, but I have received love letters before. This on the other hoof was by far the most earnest and straight forward letter I've received of the romantic variety. While I doubted you would actually show up I did have my small hope."

Your heart must have exploded because you couldn't feel it anymore after she gives you this mischievous grin and a sly wink.

"So Miss Scratch, just where were you thinking of taking me for our first date?"

*Thump*

Be Anouymous.

"MOM?!"

After Octavia had asked mom where they were going to have their first date you were ready to spring your last surprise for the night when you saw mom tilt over and hit the ground. Getting on the ground quickly you find that shes just passed out. Breathing a sigh of relive you hear a pair of hooves clip clop behind you.

"Oh dear, I've seemed to have taken my little joke a little too far."

Standing up you just shake your head.

"How are you two going to get to The Crystal Corner if she's out like this?"

*Gasp*

Looking at Octavia you see that she is standing on her hind hooves so that she could have both her fore hooves to her mouth.

"Are you saying you have reservations for THE Crystal Corner?"

You feel pride and smugness welling up in your chest.

That's right, I managed to get a reservation for two at a window seat!"

Octavia looked ready to faint herself, but something seemed to deflate her a little bit.

"Reservation for just two? Will you not be joining us?"

"Naw, it's your twos date, no need for me to be around. Besides, now that I've gotten a chance top talk with you I know your on the chill."

You level as scary a face as you could muster at Octavia.

"But if I find out you hurt mom, I'll make sure your not happy!"

You point a finger at her menacingly. She giggles.

"I promise to be nothing less than the perfect date. Do you mind me asking where you'll be while your mother is with me?"

Relaxing you just shrug.

"I'm gonna head to the arcade and spend what few bits I have left then head home to wait for mom to get back."

Octavia smiles and heads over to her dresser and grabs something off the top. When she comes back you see shes holding a considerable bag of bits in her mouth. She drops it to the ground, opens it up, pulls out ten bits, and hold them out to you.

"Here's a little extra to play with. Consider it a thank you for paying for dinner."

You look at the bits in her hoof and her face for a moment stunned, then take the bits.

"Um...well yeah your welcome, but I'm really doing this for mom. You don't have to give these to me."

"Do not worry about it, I just got paid for the show I preformed. Ten bits won't hurt me."

Pocketing the bits you give her a huge grin.

"Thanks. I guess I'll leave you two to it then, just have mom take to the carriage that we took here and ask them to take you to the Crystal Corner, I've already paid them for the whole night."

You get on your knees and give your sleeping mom a hug.

"Have fun on your date, love you mom."

You get up, smile at Octavia one more time, and leave.

Be Octavia Melody.

You were certainly having an interesting night, and it only seemed to be starting.

Author's Note

It's here, hope you weren't expecting it because it is in fact a disappointment to any normal person.

6

You and Miss Scratch were now seated at a table for two with a window view at The Crystal Corner. It had been a delightfully amusing ride you must say. The poor dear had been flustered the entire time, having trouble speaking without stuttering. While you did not indulge in her brand of music, as a fellow musician you had in fact heard of her before hoof from time to time. You knew, if you remembered correctly, that she was a rather brass but earnest mare that had no trouble asserting herself. This only added to just how adorable she was blushing and trying to keep eye contact to only to look to the side embarrassed.

When at last you two had reached the restaurant she had made the attempt to hold the door open for you only to have her dress snag in the door frame and fall forward on to her face. After suppressing the urge to giggle you offered her a hoof and smiled at her muttered "Thank you". It had been fifteen minuets since you had been seated and not one word had been spoken since after the waiter took your orders. You felt it was time to fix this little dilemma.

"So Miss Scratch, I was-"

"Um...Just Vinyl is fine, never saw the point in being so formal...no offense."

You just gave her a reassuring smile.

"None taken Vinyl, I'm not really one for formalities myself."

You flick your eyes over some of the other diners in the restaurant before looking at Vinyl again.

"I'm just very adjusted to working and living with those who would be put off just by the mere thought that one would not address without the proper formal speak."

You were delighted to finally get an admittedly small but genuine smile from your date.

"I can understand that, living in Canterlot taught me that real fast."

Her smile transforms into a grin.

"Like this one time I was working this small corner club that had just open up down on Marcy Mane Ave. Everything's going fine, another gig another dollar, then this stallion barges in still wearing his pajamas, which were bright neon pink by the by, and starts making a scene!"

She squares up her shoulders and puts on a slightly irradiated neutral look on her face.

"EXCUSE me, I would very much appreciate it if you turn this drivel that you call music off."

She turned her nose up and put a hoof to her chest.

"Some ponies are actually trying to sleep at a REASONABLE time of night."

"Really now? I must say that most "nobles"-"

You air quote nobles with your hooves.

"-I know wouldn't take the time to deal with "the commoners", not wanting to dirty their own hooves."

You just couldn't stop the small grin on your face at the huge one Vinyl gave you.

"Then I really feel sorry for the guy after what we did to him."

"You didn't torture the poor dear did you?"

"Naw, nothing illegal, but boy did we have fun with him."

And so she launched the most jovial story of how the poor pony was mercilessly bombarded with many an alcoholic drink and rave music. While rather funny you were more delighted to see Vinyl actually being confident and smiling. You rather liked it.

Be Vinyl Scratch again.

("YES YES YES!!!")

You had been absolutely terrified that you had already destroyed this date before it could really even start. The entire ride here you had made a complete idiot of yourself, stuttering like a scratched record. And yes, you put that last sentence in a brain folder so you could rework it later as a pun on your name. You just know that Nonners would LOVE to hear it...

But back to the date, when you fell over opening the door you had immediately thought that was it, date done. Octavia would be disappointed and leave or burst out laughing at you fr being so dumb or...she could just cover up a giggle with her hoof in an insanely adorable way and help you up, asking if you were alright. The floor was a very interesting thing to look at as you walked to your table, you must say. Thankfully things started to look up when you sat down. Just like you had thought she was nothing like any other pony you knew to have grown up in Canterlot, having an actual sense of humor and not having to try and gossip about somepony elses hair or whatever every two minuets.

She seemed to really like all the stories you had about the big cities night life, nearly falling out out of her chair laughing when you got to the one about Strings torching all his tail hair off. It was hard to describe the feeling of getting the black haired beauty to laugh was like. You had noticed that a lot of the other diners were giving you two looks, what with Octavia laughing the whole time and you not exactly being the quiet type. It didn't really bother you and it didn't look it was bothering her either so you just let it go for now.

"-And then he just chugs the glass in one go! Doesn't even flinch."

"Oh that's absolutely horrid! I don't even want to think of having a concoction like that near me, let alone drink!"

"Yeah, stuff looked real nasty. But if you think THAT was bad then just wait until you hea-"

"Your food madams."

The waiter pony startled you a bit, you hadn't even notice him come up. He placed Octavia's food in front of her first, a fruit salad that you swear you've seen in one of those culinary magz before with a tall slender glass of water. After she thanked him he placed your's in front of you, a couple of daisy rose sandwiches and another glass of water. You had wanted to order some wine or cider, but if Octavia didn't want to drink on your date then you weren't gonna either. Thanking the waiter the two of you dug in.

"Not bad, could really use some hot sauce, but I'm guessing they don't have anywhere. Or at least anything stronger then generic stuff anyway."

"Heh heh, I'd say that is a fair assumption, though I would like to see some of these ponies add a little spice to their life from time to time, even if it has to be literally."

She made a small gesture to the surrounding diners.

"Ha, yeah it would be nice. You know what would be FUNNY though? If they tried having some of my home made chilli sauce. The good ol' spice buster."

You grin at the image that pops into your head. Octavia smiles too, but her face quickly switches over to looking nervous.

"I'm sure it would be a little much for their..."refined" taste pallet, but that aside there's something I've been meaning to ask you."

You swivel you ears towards her a little more than they already were.

"What's that Tavi?"

You flinched reflexively, you hadn't meant to use a nickname yet. Thankfully she didn't look like she cared so you just let her go on.

"Well it's a rather personal question and may seem offensive."

You didn't like the sound of that.

"Um...I mean this IS a date so go ahead, ask whatever ya want."

"Very well, I was wondering...why is Anonymous in your care?"

And all you could do was stare. Then you laughed like a mad mare. At her confused face you forced yourself to stop.

"That's what you were so scared to ask? Pff, that's nothing. I always love telling embarrassing stories about Anon."

Hearing this she sighed a breath of relief.

"I guess it was a bit silly to be so scared to ask, but I didn't want to pry."

You waved a hoof dismissively.

"Naw, you ain't steeping on no hoofs or anything. I just want to know why you want to know."

Eye contact suddenly became very hard for her.

"It's just that I find it very interesting that a mare living your life style would take on the responsibility of raising a child, especially one who is so unique."

As was your trademark you didn't even think before you said-

"It was an accident."

You face hoofed when Octavia's eyes widened.

"I mean, it technically was but...look how about I just tell you how I found him, okay?"

Blinking a little she nodded.

"I think that would be nice."

Author's Note

Hey look, I'm not dead. Just very...well I hesitate to call it busy but I can't think of anything better so there ya go. I'm just working a lot of things right now so updates for the intimidate future will likely be for simpler stories like this one. I hope you still enjoy them if you feel so inclined.

7

~You as Vinyl ten years ago~

Behind a club on one of the less walked streets of Canterlot an employee's only door burst open as you stumble out, having finished your gig and grabbing a few drinks on the way.

"RIGHT, that was a good gig Flood Lights, but I gotta get outta here and sleep for the next week."

"Cool cool, and I'll be sure to keep you on the list of acts worth their two cents!"

"Thanks dude, night."

"Night."

Wobbly you salute the stallion at the door before walking off, the clicking of the door closing resounding behind you in the alleyway. Cantering on shaky legs you sing a little tune when you nearly smack into a wall.

"Aw crud, wasn't even looking which way I went."

Turning around you started to walk off when you heard a noise.

"WAAAAAAAAH!"

"WHAT IN THE HOLY MOTHER OF BU-!"

Your hind hoof lands on a can, tripping you up. One of your legs going out from under you along with your already unstable stance leaves you desperately trying to right you, but alas you just end up flailing a bit before land on your back, crushing half a cardboard box.

"WAAAAH!"

Again you are assaulted by the wailing, this time right in your left ear. Scrambling up you lean against a wall covering your ears, trying to catch your breath. After you've calmed down a bit you uncover your ears slowly. Whatever was making that noise was still going at it. It was coming from the side of the box you didn't crush, you could see something peach colored moving around in there.

Taking a deep breath you chide yourself.

"It's just some animal Vinyl, you've dealt with way worse."

Breathing out you give your head a sharp shake and are about walk off when curiosity starts to set in. Your lagging brain gets the better of you and you cautiously peer through the gaps in the cardboard to try and see more of the mysterious animal. Its screeching has died down some now, occasionally broken by hiccups. You also think it didn't have any fur from what you could see. With the nagging at the back of your mind stronger than ever you decide to just get it over with and open the box.

You go slowly as to try and not disturb the thing too much. After you've peeled enough of the box away to see it proper you take a step back.

"WAAAAaaaa-ga?"

The...whatever it was stopped for a moment, it's little eyes locking on to you after you open the box. You honestly weren't sure how to describe it. You've never seen anything like it before. It had little...claws? But softer. On the ends of its legs were...things, you have nothing to really to compare them to besides its "claws". It was pink all over and completely bald except for a little tiny tuft of hair on its head. It was a boy is really all you could tell.

While you were looking the thing over it seemed to determine that it liked you and was reaching out towards you with its arms.

"Ba ba!"

Tilting your head as you looked it over some more you could find anything else that might help you identify what it was. Leaning in to get a better look you jump nearly a foot in the air when grabs your nose and starts to giggle like mad.

After you calm down you glare at the thing for a moment before walking off, curiosity mostly sated. If you could be bothered you might try looking up what it was later. From the way it acted it must be only a baby, you could only guess abandoned by its parents.

"Sorry little guy, but I'm sure you'll do fine."

As you're walking down the alleyway the giggling starts to fade into crying again. Despite your growing distance from it, the crying only gets louder as you walk. Your pace slows as your sloshy thoughts bother you, eventually stopping you all together at the exit of the alley. You could still hear it crying.

("It's just a baby, of a species you've never heard or seen of...")

You huff, your minds gears beginning to turn.

("Which is exactly why it would be too stupid for even you to take it in, who knows what it could grow up to be!")

Your head lowers a bit as you argue with yourself.

("And what happens if I just leave it here? It'll probably gonna die! Do I want that on my conscience?")

("It's an animal! You know too well that animals die every day, that's just how nature works. Just because you find one abandoned does not mean you're saddled with taking care of it. You've got too much stuff in your life right now to be taking care of a possibly dangerous wild animal that you found in an alleyway. Block out the crying and move on, you have work to do in the morning.")

You stand there for a moment before you look up, face resolute, and walk off from the alleyway down the street.

In the alleyway the baby was crying harder than before, face red with how long it had been left out in the open cold air of the night when suddenly it was being lifted up into the air by something soft and warm, a faint glow of blue surrounding it. When it's crying turned to whimpers and it opened its eyes it saw you looking down at it with a warm expression.

"Sorry about that little guy, I had to go get a blanket right quick, now come on, I've got a nice warm spot for you to sleep tonight, sound good?"

"Da gah."

"Then let's get out of here."

Holding the baby a bit away from you in your magic just to be careful you leave the alleyway for good, heading towards your house, the little guy babbling happily as you two went until he fell asleep.

Author's Note

Not the best I've ever written, but I just wanted to get something simple done after the craziness with Linguistic Walls. I hope you enjoyed reading it and thank you for doing so. Later peeps!