Vinyl Scratch wheeled herself through the widened doorframe, unable to keep the smile off of her muzzle. Finally, she’d done it. With her sponsorships and advertising deals, she’d finally convinced everypony to listen to what she’d wanted.

So, in her cart, Vinyl rolled herself into the kitchen, unsurprised to find Octavia where she’d left her earlier in the evening.

Octavia was in her own cart, one that was mechanically driven, parked at one end of their modest kitchen table. Empty takeout containers, pizza boxes, soda bottles, and discarded napkins and litter littered every available surface, even the floor underhoof.

Ever since Octavia threw out her tracksuit, her weight had increased dramatically. Before she’d given up, she’d had some shape left to her. Now however, hundreds of pounds of fat had collected in folds and rolls around her body, giving her a blob-like appearance. The only part of Octavia that still had shape to it was her front half.

Vinyl credited Octavia’s years of music practise for this. Despite months of non-use, her front legs and chest muscles were still there: mostly because Octavia didn’t have magic to feed herself.

Vinyl waved, and motioned for Octavia to come into the living room.

Octavia perked up a little, “DId you bring dinner back? Thank you so much!”

Vinyl rolled her eyes, then shook her head. She rolled herself into the living room, and waited for Octavia to do the same. When Octavia did, Vinyl excitedly levitated the package to Octavia. Octavia looked confused, but she tore open the packaging, and opened the box.

Then she squealed, and Vinyl chuckled. Using her magic to speed up the process, Vinyl assembled the device while Octavia sped into her room as quickly as she could. She came back with her cello case, dust-free and still lovingly cared for.

Vinyl wheeled herself back a little, to watch as Octavia hooked the device to her cart, and pulled her bow out. There were a few minutes of tuning and adjusting height, but then Octavia was in position.

Vinyl beamed throughout the first simple song Octavia played. Panting from the effort, tears streaming down her face, Octavia carefully moved the device and cello away from the cart to ram into Vinyls, trying to give the other mare a hug.

“Thank you so much! This is better than dinner!”

Vinyl smiled in response, pausing to wipe at her own eyes.

“It’s going to take me a while to get back into it properly, but when I’m ready you and I are going to do a duet together, right?”

Vinyl nodded, of course they would. If anyone could help Octavia get her standing in the musical world back, it would be Vinyl.

“Now, how about we get dinner?” Octavia asked, “I’ll pay. I expect the whole story of how this happened so bring your notebook and a pen.

If Vinyl could laugh, she would. All she did however was shake her own body with silent peals of laughter that did nothing but threaten the integrity of her groaning cart.

Author's Note

A part two to the Octavia/Vinyl bit on FIMfiction. Short, and not WG focused but still set in Fattening Sleep. Hope you enjoy!

This was written for fatblack's patreon request. Again, sorry for it being so late!
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