The beige walls of Vinyl Scratch's humble Ponyville home were bathed in a bright glowing blue, it was a full moon and vinyl had been out of the house for an odd week or two. The rumble of a certain gray mare's stomach pierced the silence of the slumbering abode. Octavia curiously and hastily peaked around every corner of the house to reassure herself of Vinyl's departure, her hooves shaking and her breathing light and fast. Settle down Octavia, Vinyl isn't here, she wont be back for another 3 days. Octavia reminded herself and slowly crept back to her room, thankful of the demand for Vinyl during the summer months. She shut the door behind her and it locked with a tepid click.
"Finally I can get this nightmare over with." Octavia sighed, even if there were no chance of Vinyl catching her in this, uncouth, and hideous activity, Octavia shook more than ever with an immense sense of fear. "Am I really going to go through with this?" Octavia begged of herself. "I thought I was over this, but the pain and fear keeps coming back stronger than ever." Her eyes caught her nightstand "NO! I WILL NOT LET MYSELF!" She took a step back and faced towards the door, trying to be better than her impulses. She continued to fight with herself, trying her best to choose normality and being accepted over her own needs. Were they her needs? she thought.
"Its the only thing that can get you to relax, even if its a bit.... odd, its always been there for you." Octavia, completely at war with herself, slowly and unconsciously started to sway towards her nightstand. It wasn't until she noticed she was standing right in front of the infamous piece of furniture that had been driving her to utter madness, that there came a pause in her two-sided self bickering. She stood, frozen, not thinking, not breathing, only staring. That had done it, suddenly the soft gray fur of Octavia's cheeks became damp and bitter. The endless build up of her emotions finally burst and she began to let out all of the pain. Seeking a way to impede her bawling. She slowly reached for the bottom drawer, she thought about what she was going to do, and her crying grew in intensity. To her own surprise, amidst all of her crying, the slight glimpse of a smirk grew on her face, only for a fraction second. Think about if ponies were to find out Octavia!!! You'd be a laughing stock, you'd be cast out of your ensemble, Vinyl would hate you!. None of this stopped her, she took the bottom drawer off of its sliding rails and dropped it on the floor with a loud thud. Reaching for what was inside, Octavia felt the rapid pulse of her heart shake her to her core. crinkle.
Octavia pulled out a poofy diaper. Hastily, she lifted her hind legs, slid it underneath her, and secured the tapes. She didn't think about what she was doing, she wanted it over as soon as possible. Still crying, she reached yet again into the missing space of her bottom drawer. Wanting to be done sooner than later, instead of taking stuff out one at a time, she took out everything all at once. Her eyes greeted a lovely purple pacifier, with an etching of a clef note in the center, and a purple onesie, also adorned with a clef note at the rear. As if by instinct, the pacifier found its way into the gray mare's lips, accompanied with loud and disorderly suckles. Her outburst soon reduced to a soft sob as she found a rhythm to her suckling. Her muscles finally released all of their tension, and she released a loud sigh. Her frustrations were gone, but her worries were still eating away at the overgrown foal. "Why do I enjoy this stuff so much?!" She demanded an answer from herself, but it was met with an empty response. Now calm but still glossy eyed and fearful, Octavia took a big look at herself. She looked at her pacifier, bobbing almost hypnotically. Her eyes turned to her protection. It was covered with all sorts of foalish patterns, but what really caught her eye was that she forgot to put her tail through the hole during her frantic change. This gave a short but sweet giggle from the foalish mare. She was confused as what to think of herself. "Its so distasteful and horrid, but I cant help but love it. It pulls me together, is that so wrong?". A small part of her was itching to put on the onesie, but she already felt satisfied with her bare diaper. Exhaustingly, her head collapsed onto her pillow. Happy suckling filled the room as she was lulled blissfully to rest.
"Hey Tavi! Guess who's home early!" Vinyl Scratches presence boomed through the whole house. Octavia, jolted upright, a newfound anxiety and horror filled what was once a sleepy little 'foal'.V-VINYL?! HOW COULD SHE BE HOME THIS EARLY?!?! She immediately tore the tapes of her diaper, now strangely heavy, and threw it back into the empty space of her nightstand. Her frantic tidying was delayed by her pacifier, still rich with suckling. She was reluctant to give it up, but got herself to pull it out and seal it away, along with her onesie. She got the drawer back on its rails and slid it back in. Octavia took several upon several inspections of the room to make sure she didn't miss anything, eventually convincing herself it was 'up to par' with her standards. "Alright Octavia, everything will be fine, just calm down, and go greet your friend. Several deep breaths were needed before she finally opened the door and trotted down the hall.
"There you are you sleepy head" Vinyl remarked kiddingly.
"Hello Vinyl, what brings you home so early?" Octavia spoke with a tinge of annoyance, still longing to be reunited with her pacifier. She shoved it off; her self hate returning, but not nearly as intense.
"Eh, long story. Basically some guy from the place I was gigging, who obviously had waaaay to much to drink, was so pumped he apparently thought it would be a good idea to buck down an electric pole across the street. People said it wouldn't be back up for another week, so I just said screwed it and left. Might reschedule for next month, might not " Vinyl laughed.
"I'm sorry to hear that Vinyl, but with all of those ruffians around, your work sounds rather dangerous. Do you ever feel threatened sometimes?" Octavia exclaimed with worry for her friend.
"I can take care of myself silly" Vinyl affirmed. With a defeated sigh, Octavia trusted her friend despite Vinyl's frequent ineptitude.
"You're right, you're not a foal anymore, apologies for my misjudgment" Octavia remarked. Vinyl's ears perked up at that.
"Anyways, its great to see my best friend back after 2 weeks!" Vinyl beamed and jumped at Octavia, locking her in a warm embrace.
"It's lovely to see you too Vinyl" Octavia smiled, hugging her friend in return.
"But I am surprised to see you so calm Tavi, don't you have music class in like, 15 minutes?" Vinyl worried.
"SHOOT! I forgotten all about my rehearsal with the ensemble. I've been absolutely dreadful with keeping the time lately." Octavia bewildered by a newfound uneasiness, rushed upstairs to retrieve her beloved cello.
"I'll take it that's a yes?" Vinyl teased.
"I'llseeyouafterpractice,goodbye!" Octavia rushed out the door, cello in toe.
"See ya Tavi!" Vinyl, now alone, took in the look of her home, glad to be back. She eventually stumbled her way into Octavia's room, which was across from her own. I wonder if Tavi has done anything since I was away. She still saw the books on the shelf, her bed all tidy and neat, the window blinds wide open to let the morning sunshine in, everything was in order to Octavia's standard. She suddenly paused, a strong familiar scent hit her nose. Wait a second, why in Equestria does it smell like piss in here?
Author's Note
Well thats the first chapter done. I typically do my writing in a one night writing session that lasts an hour or two, so their might not be too much cohesion or a prewritten plot. Ill make changes though to previous chapters once i get a good idea of what i want to do though. I hesitated publishing this for a solid month, fearful that i didn't have enough cohesion, that i went off on tangents, and that i didnt capture the character's personalities enough, but thats what constructive criticism is for i guess. Thanks for reading, im not the best at this kinda stuff and ive been spending a lot of my time programming recently, but it honestly feels pretty good and uplifting to write.
