Wireless Connection

After dinner, which Octavia's parents wouldn't eat, everypony returned to the living room. The difference in seating now had Vinyl taking the couch seat that looked into the kitchen, and Octavia sitting in front of her, as if standing on guard. Throughout it all, Vinyl had left the vibration running, pulsing it every so often to make sure Octavia didn't forget that it was there.

"Such a shame you didn't have any real food," sighed Octavia's mother. "When we went to see Treble, he treated us to ratatouille and took us to a show."

"We even had crème brûlée," chimed her father. "Far more edible than your... What did you call it?"

"Cheesecake," smirked Vinyl.

"Cheese cake," nodded Octavia's mom. "If there are two things that don't belong together, they are cheese and cake."

"Like I said, you don't have to eat it," snorted Vinyl. "And hey, you didn't eat it, which just proves my point."

Her father shook his head. "I can't believe you've convinced my daughter to eat that garbage. No wonder she looks like she's put on a few pounds; she probably has. How much do you weigh now, Octavia?"

"Father!!"

"Now, now, don't be upset, Octavia. He's just worried about your health. It's obvious that you're not eating well if you're that pudgy."

"You know," chuckled Vinyl, "In some parts of the world, being pudgy is considered very attractive. It's a sign that she's so very well fed that she has obvious money to burn."

Octavia scowled.

"And in these parts of the world, nopony would want her, because she's so very obviously not fat. Personally, I like her this way, as she's more huggable and less boney."

Octavia didn't know whether to smile at being told she was right where Vinyl wanted her to be, or insulted that there were ponies that would think her unattractive because she went for a jog three days a week. In the end, she decided to feel insulted by the words coming out of her mother's mouth.

"Your opinion that our daughter is attractive doesn't matter," she said, folding her hooves. "None of your opinions matter, because it's clear that you have bad taste."

It was like a knife through Octavia's chest. Vinyl had been the one who had reached out to Octavia first, asking her out twice, and then, after finding out that Octavia was couch surfing, had invited her to just move in. To say that Vinyl had bad taste was to say that Octavia wasn't worth pursuing, and while she had been annoyed that Vinyl kept pestering her with the vibrating butt plug all night, there was always the understanding that she wanted her to stay.

"This conversation is over," scowled Octavia, standing up. "Mother, father, it is time to go home."

"I couldn't agree more," said her father. "Pack your bags, Octavia, you're moving back home to regain your culture."

"I'm staying," said Octavia. "You two are leaving. It was a mistake bringing you here."

"Watch your tongue, Octavia!" shouted her father, standing up. "You will not disrespect your parents this way!"

"You watch your tongue!" shouted Vinyl, standing up in front of him. "You will not disrespect my marefriend this way! I have put up with your bad attitude ever since you stepped into my home, because Tavi asked me to be nice! I'll not sit idly by anymore. Your daughter is a beautiful, talented young mare, and the fact that you can't see that means you have no appreciation for her. If you will not respect my little girl, then I will. Leave my house!"

Octavia's heart was pounding in her chest as she looked up at Vinyl. Her father was very affluent and influential. If he were to bar Vinyl from performing, they could both be out on the street. Octavia certainly didn't have the income to afford this place. "Vinyl, I--"

"How dare you!" scowled her father. "Don't you dare call her that!"

Vinyl puffed out her chest. "She has bid you to leave. I have bid you to leave. On your way, sir!"

Octavia's father glanced down at her, and then back to Vinyl. "Enjoy poverty," he smirked. Gathering his coat and his wife, he walked out, and Vinyl took a deep breath.

"I can't believe you did that," Octavia huffed. "Daddy's going to take everything you have."

"Don't worry," breathed Vinyl. "I'll make sure you have somewhere nice to sleep."

"Yeah, but what about you?"

Vinyl smirked. "Let's not worry about me. I have lots of things that he doesn't even want." She winked, but Octavia was unable to see it through the sunglasses. "Like you."

"He's going to try to take that away, too."

Vinyl leaned over Octavia, kissing her forehead. "He already tried. And you said no." She sat down next to her. "You can still change your mind, if you like. If you really want to try to salvage your relationship with your parents, you can go after them. I'll even help you pack up."

After a few moments, Octavia climbed up on top of Vinyl and kissed her deeply on the mouth. "Let them go. If they wish to sever all ties with me, then it shall be so. Daddy shall have what he wants, and if that means I'm not wanted, he'll not have me."

Vinyl kissed back, rubbing her hooves all over Octavia's body. As she squeezed her flank, she turned up the vibrator with her horn, causing Octavia to cling tighter to her. "I meant what I said, too."

"About what?"

"I like the way you look. You're just plain beautiful, what with your silken mane and your amethyst eyes, and that adorable bowtie..."

"And my curves?"

Vinyl chuckled. "I like you better well-fed and in shape than looking desiccated. I think you're sexy."

"Save it for the bedroom," smirked Octavia.

"Why wait?" smiled Vinyl, holding up the key. "I have a way in right now."

"Five minutes," answered Octavia, rolling off the couch. "And put away dinner before you come up."

As she walked away, Vinyl continued to pulse the toy semi-regularly, before turning to the kitchen to put away all of the uneaten food. While she was concerned about Octavia's dad's threat, she had a plan to protect her household, or at least, to protect Octavia. While she wasn't wealthy or descended from some important family, she did have some amount of influence here in Ponyville, and that may be all that she needed.

With dinner put away, she went upstairs and opened the door to find Octavia laying out on the bed, beckoning to her. How in Equestria could Vinyl say no to that?