Broken Vinyl, A Sorrow Filled Melody

I looked down at the plate of food in front of me. I wasn't exactly sure what it was, to be perfectly honest. But, all I know is, it looked like it wouldn't even fill a foal. But, I tried to be as polite as I could, for Tavi's sake.

Her parents weren't really the type of ponies that would spare any expense. Their house was decorated with some of the finest decor this side of Equestria could offer. One could say that it could rival even the decor in the royal castle. But, I digress. Her parents were also the kind of ponies who looked down on a lot of things. Things such as having a lesbian daughter who's dating somepony way outside their class. From what Tavi has told me, they fired one of their housekeeping staff because she was lesbian. They also look down on ponies who don't have a highly paying career, ponies such as myself.

"So, Vinyl, Octavia tell us that you're a disk jockey. That must very interesting. Playing music at a club full of degenerate colts and fillies."

Octavia nearly did a spit-take, "Mom! Do you really think that's appropriate?"

I put my hoof on Tavi's to calm her down, "It's alright, Octavia, I'm used to it. But, to be honest, it's not really all that interesting. You see the same group of ponies night after night. They always do the exact same thing over and over again. It gets really boring after a while."

Tavi's father glanced up at me, forcing a weak smile, "Sounds like you should take on a new career."

Tavi looked over at him, nearly giving herself whiplash, "Father!"

"I'm not trying to sound insulting. All I'm saying is, if you can't have fun at your job, then why bother with it."

I looked at him and gave him a weak smile, actually felling more than a little bit insulted, "While I appreciate the advice, Mr. Melody, I just don't see myself doing anything else but this. It's been a dream of mine to one day travel across Equestria, performing shows for thousands of ponies, and even have fun with a few mares now and then."

Now Tavi was starting to get mad at me, "Um, Vinyl, I'm sure you mean stallions, right?" Her eyes were nearly sunken back into her head as she looked at her parents.

Her mom cleared her throat and took a deep breath, "So...you're a lesbian?"

"I wouldn't really say that...it's more the fact that I was...how to say...bicurious at the time."

"I see...so you're not a lesbian?"

"Nope. I'm straighter than Robin Hood's arrows."

I looked over at Tavi's father, who was silently munching his food. I can't believe how little he spoke, his almost like a much creepier version of Big Mac. His silence only made this even more of a pain than it should be, but I managed to hold on, I know Tavi sure wasn't.

I looked back down at my plate, more looking at the damn near thirty different forks sitting right next to it. I swear the rich have a fork for everything, including wiping their asses. I wasn't too sure with one to go with, but guessing by the order their in, I assumed the one closet to the plate was the one to eat with.

Don't know why you need this many fucking forks. I whispered to myself.

As the room grew more and more awkwardly silent, I began to feel a major itch on my right side. It felt as though my blood was itching. Why is this happening now of all times? I had my fix before we left. I'm not even high anymore. Was my body really craving the sugar that much.

The itching grew more and more torturing as the minutes passed on. I wanted to scratch myself so badly to get it to go away, but then it would really look bad on Tavi. She really has gone a long way to make sure that my first time meeting her parents went as planned. But, I doubt even she planned for this.

Clearing my throat, I looked up at Tavi's parents, "I'm sorry to sound rude, but, where's your bathroom?"

Tavi's father smiled at me, "It's down the hall and to the left."

"Thanks." I leaned over to Tavi and whispered to her, "Did you bring any spare tampons?"

Rolling her eyes, she reached into her purse and handed me one, "I thought you were gonna start carrying them in your purse."

"I forgot."

She rolled her eyes again as I got up and rushed to the bathroom, nearly slamming the door behind me. I looked at myself in the mirror, my eyes were bloodshot, and small, dark circles began to form under them. I don't know why nopony said anything about it. Not even Tavi seemed to be bothered by it.

As I stared closer at myself in the mirror, the itching began to rush throughout the rest of my body. I slumped down on the floor and began to scratch. It barely provided any relief at all. I kept scratching and scratching for what felt like hours, but it only kept making it worse. Why the fuck was I itching this bad? I wanted to beat my head against the wall to kill myself. The itching started to get painful, and it began to get to the point that I was scratching my own fur off.

I heard a knock at the door, followed by Tavi's soft, melodic voice, "Vinyl, are you ok in there?"

The itching finally began to subside. I got up from the floor and opened the door, "I'm fine...just admiring the...toilet."

She looked over at the toilet and then back at me, a confused look on her face, "It's just a toilet."

"A toilet made of gold. How many ponies can afford to shit on gold?"

"Please, Vinyl, keep your language clean. I don't mind it at home, but we're here so that my parents can approve of you before I tell them we're dating."

"I know, I'm sorry."

She gave me a quick kiss before we made our way back to the dinner table. I sat down in my seat and smiled at her parents.

Tavi's mom smiled at me, "You alright dear? You were in their for a while."

"Sorry about that. I was just taking care of some...monthly maintenance."

"Well, I hope you're not feeling too bloated from it. Our chef has prepared one of his finest deserts, and I'd hate for you to miss out."

I smiled, even forcing a small giggle, "I'm fine, thanks for your concern."

Tavi looked at me and then at her parents. I guess she finally started to feel that they were approving of me. She took a deep breath before looking at her parents, "Mom, dad, I have something I wanted to tell you."