Wireless Connection

Vinyl walked in the front door slowly, careful not to spill anything she had carried in with her. She had tried to shake off her confetti and silly string, but she would have to take down her mane to untangle the streamers. It had been one hay of a party.

She poked her head into Octavia's room. As expected at six in the morning, she was asleep. She was lying on her stomach, and just under her tail, Vinyl could see that she was wearing a butt plug. Not the one she'd given her a few weeks ago when she had to go onstage, but one she already had. This one was just a plug, with nothing special about it.

With a mischievous grin, Vinyl placed her hoof against Octavia's exposed slit and rubbed very gently, stimulating her marefriend to cause her muscles to relax. As she rubbed, she applied gentle pressure to the plug from inside with her magic, pushing it gently out.

Once free, she slipped the new one in, intending to have some fun with it later before leaving her to her sleep. In the interim, she needed a shower.

Vinyl was awoken from her nap by Octavia shaking her shoulder. After her shower, she'd sat down on the couch with her headphones on, listening to a new album while looking for samples, or at least some inspiration.

"Wake up, sleepyhead," called Octavia. "I need you to help clean up some of this mess. Most of it's yours, anyway."

"Whazzat?"

Octavia sighed. "You forgot my parents were coming today, didn't you?"

Vinyl hadn't forgotten. Not remotely. It hadn't occurred to her when she had woken up, but now that she was half-awake, she remembered. "How could I forget? You've been fretting about it for three days."

"Then why didn't you clean up?"

"I did. Three days ago."

"And then you made another mess!" Octavia picked up an empty bag of chips and tossed it at Vinyl.

"Hey, I threw these away," Vinyl shot back, crumpling up the bag and tossing it into the trash can, which it bounced out of due to overflowing, coming to rest and uncrumpling right where Octavia had picked it up from.

"You could have cleaned it up last night! I mean, what did you even do after I went to bed?"

Vinyl reached into her jacket pocket and tossed a large bag of bits onto the coffee table. "Went to work. Came home. Took a shower. Accidentally fell asleep."

Octavia picked up the bag and, feeling its heft, shoved it back in Vinyl's hooves. "Put that away! Seriously, don't bring that up around my parents!"

"Is it really so bad if they know?" shrugged Vinyl. "Come on, Tavi, they're your parents. They should love you no matter what!"

"Could you not rub it in?" huffed Octavia.

Vinyl put her hooves up. "Hey, I think you're great. Just because your parents are missing out is no reason to lash out at me."

Octavia sighed and sat down. "I'm sorry, I just..."

Vinyl stood up and walked over to Octavia, placing a hoof on her shoulders. "Tell ya what. I'm gonna go to the store and pick up a couple cans of beans, and dinner's on me tonight. When they taste my bean burgers, they'll know that their little girl is being taken care of."

"Please don't refer to me as their "little girl" in front of them. Daddy hates that."

Rounding the corner, Vinyl spotted something she wasn't expecting. Somepony was digging through her trash. Hoisting her bag of groceries over her shoulder like a cudgel, she approached. "Shoo! Away with you, thieving racoon!"

The stallion sneered up at her. "Away with you, madame. We were invited."

Vinyl looked between her house and the neighbor's place, and spotted a mare looking in her window. "It's very badly designed," she said, coming forward. "No understanding of feng shui."

"You both need to leave, now," growled Vinyl.

"Is there a problem here?" asked a guard, approaching the trio.

"Yes," nodded the stallion. "This upstart has accosted us, unprovoked. We are the honoured guests of the owner of this domicile, and we demand that this troublemaker be removed."

As the guard placed his hoof on Vinyl's shoulder, the neighbor, an elderly stallion, walked out of his house, hobbling up to the group forming on his lawn. "That's them, officer!" he said. "They're the prowlers! They've been peeping in my neighbor's house and rummaging in their garbage!"

"Good afternoon, Mr. Portsworth," waved Vinyl.

The guard looked back and forth between the various ponies until Vinyl pulled out her ID and showed it to him. "I see..." He let go of Vinyl's shoulder and waved her forward. "You can go home."

As Vinyl approached the house, she tried to keep from chuckling. She'd just pieced together what was going on, and after dropping her groceries on the kitchen counter, she went to go find Octavia in the bathroom. "Hey, your parents are being arrested out front."

"They're WHAT?!"

Octavia burst out of the shower, barely wrapping herself in a towel before rushing to the door. As she did, she left a series of wet hoofprints on the carpet.

With a soft chuckle to pry it from her system, Vinyl shut off the tap and closed the curtain. She then, on her way out, made sure to lock all of the hallway doors. She had a strong feeling that Octavia's parents were prone to snooping around, as they'd already looked in through the windows and sifted through their trash.

"You really shouldn't be eating those things," came the voice of the mare as Vinyl was on her way back to the living room. "They'll make you fat, you know, and nopony will like you when you're fat."

"Yes, mother..."

With a sudden spark of panic, Vinyl rushed to the kitchen and locked all of the cabinets, as well. With that sort of statement, and Octavia's acceptance of it, her coconut oatmeal cookies stuffed with marshmallow creme were in danger of being removed from the house. How could she function without snacks?

Once those were taken care of, she came out to the living room and flopped down in her armchair, flashing a peace sign and a big grin at Octavia's dad. "'Sup?"

Octavia shrank down in her seat. This was going to be a long day for her.